This article by a Canadian judge is a very interesting analysis of this family of crackpottery, what he calls OPCA (“Organized Pseudolegal Commercial Argument”) believers.
That isn’t too far off from how they actually think, really. It’s magical thinking; use the right words, cast the right ritual and get the desired result. To quote the article I linked:
Exactly. It’s magical thinking. Attempts at mimicking the “rituals” of court to get the desired results. And like Occult Magic, 95% of it is bullshit with 5% facts and (mis)information sewn in to make it seem legitimate and possible.
Me: “What is the point of doing your magick in ancient greek when you don’t speak the language? You’re basically speaking rote words that you sort of know the meaning to, expecting that is somehow more ‘Powerful’ than English?”
Former Friend: "Words have power, and people have spoken those words for longer than English.
Me: “Mispronouncing the Greek word for “Strength” in an ostentatious tone doesn’t make it a Word of Power. Say what you mean and intend in your native tongue.”
FF: “It doesn’t work that way”
Me: (Yes, actually it does.)
So…the secret, scary-ass group that runs the world and enslaves us all is not the U.N., or the Trilateral Commission, or FEMA, or the Jesuits, or the Freemasons. It’s not even the Illuminati or the Jews.
It makes a certain sense, actually. For a long period in American history, the post office was the source of federal government power in many far-flung parts of the country. 75% of federal employees worked for the post office during parts of the 19th century, and it was a key mechanism of patronage, bringing all kinds of other power into federal control by tempting newspapers editors and others with plum jobs.
How can one argue with a ruling that references Dante followed closely by Wm. S. Burroughs? It must have taken the judge days to author that, between fits of rofl.
Clearly Cliff Clavin and Newman were propaganda figures, designed to make us think that the Post Office is just a bunch of harmless incompetents, while the the secretive Queen Franklin tightened her deathgrip on our throats. Sheeple, we’re all sheeple!