I am going to make it an online project to lend my public relations skills to the cause of chasing people away from William Faulkner’s home in Union County, Mississippi. In fact, I am asking others to do the same, starting today, because good, reflective, thoughtful, and remorseful American literature died there.
And, so has justice, due process of law, and civil liberties become absent there too, if the naked eye observing the shenanigans outside Richard Moore’s house are any indicator.
“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
– William Faulkner
And that is sad, because as the home of William Faulkner, one of the GIANTS of American literature, it is a place that is literary “hallowed ground.” One would think that it’s guardian’s would be keen to remember that. But they don’t seem to be aware of such a legacy, in any way shape or form.
And that’s sad too.
Beyond being a man of letter’s and infinite prose, Faulkner was also a man of conscience, something that seems to have left that area of the world. He was also a prophet of sorts, a most great writers tend to be–read the following quote, and insert Jeff Bezo’s and Elon Musk into the context:
The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.
Interesting, isn’t it? Faulkner, predicting two men arguing about who made it to space first–and that, during the Plandemic nonetheless, as Richard Moore’s Ring camera system serves as little more than a mockery of the purpose of “keeping neighborhoods safe.”
But Faulkner was prescient in other ways, as Union County Mississippi and its sister counties in Mississippi grappled with the legacy of the fallen south, and the monster’s that had lynched Emmet Till.
“If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.”
Well–there you have it. All over America, they are killing children, in so many bizarre, and anti-constitutional ways that it defies imagination. Here is just one example of a child saved from the modern “Slavery By Another Name” that takes place in the USA.
I have heard it said that when a giant dies, only little people live where his shadow once graced the earth, but I could be wrong–I have only met a few giants in my life, and none of them passed while I was near enough to know they had left us.
But if indeed only little people live in the shadow of a GIANT, Union County Mississippi would be a great place do start an ethnographic study about that exact topic–the study of little people, stuck in the shadow of a GIANT who himself once said that if ‘he had to choose a progress too rapid for the South, he would stand with it, and fight the Negore’s in the streets.’
Of course I am paraphrasing–during the interview where he said that, he was stone drunk, and later corrected himself. And his legacy demonstrates that he was a progressive, but uncertain as the next Mississippian as to how to move forwards.
On one hand, everything in his era was trapped in 1860, and on the other, the heart and soul of his countrymen died sometime after noon, at Gettysburg, 1863–and the state and it’s guardians have not moved an inch forwards willingly ever since, though men and women of conscience in that area do in fact seem to want better for their children. They just don’t know how to get there.
And that’s been the problem there, since about one minute after Pickett’s charge failed too. Regardless–I am certain as a wishbone ain’t just a fishbone that stalking men like Richard Moore–who has done NOTHING WRONG except try to hold you to account down there–is the way forwards, no matter how much DHS money buys those stupid drones that folks down that way stalk him with. I have seen the video–it’s petty, and counter-productive.
It’s also why the white population is being de-populated too: y’all are setting a really bad example for your children, and even Faulkner was aware of that–keenly aware of that (read the linked article above.)
SO–maybe, knock it the fuck off–you are making fools of yourselves. If you have so much damned time to kill, maybe spend it repairing your soiled reputation down there–maybe spend it reading Faulkner for clues. But at he rate you are traveling down there–in front of Moore’s house with all of that time on your hands? I am guessing you don’t even know that Faulkner is from your county, lol.
Or, that he predicted such a cancer in the social fabric of your area over sixty years ago–and that people in your area would implode, for lack of clear direction as to how to move forwards.
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Well, then along comes the DHS “gang stalking” shitshow, and military contractors letting you play with all the new toys they have invented–toys that in fact are creating new form of slavery–and cash strapped little shithole states and police departments decide to put on a show to get federal dollars flowing to the states–and so they stalk people like Richard Moore.
These “Men of God” indeed–I can just see Super Creeper Jesus peeking in people’s windows, and sending Peter and Paul in black gilly suits to creep along the highways and stalk folks. Yup–and Super Jesus revving his truck outside someone’s house in the dead of night; maybe holding a “Union of 12 Prayer Meeting” every morning at six, and stalking Mr. Moore after that.
Super Hero Jesus, gang stalker?
Folks: you read your damned Bible all wrong–the Super Jesus WAS the victim, as you might recall, not the stalker, nor the scribe, nor the Pharisee–you there, take that crucifix down of the sheriff’s department office wall! You haven’t earned it, not by a damned straight short shot even.
On that score, it’s Richard Moore 12, Union County “law enfarcement” 0.
Use my search feature, KW: Richard Moore, and see how lawless the place has become since the time of Faulkner. The little unincorporated township of Alpine, et al is a creepers paradise.
I will be writing more about this in future posts, and stay tuned. I just got a news flash from Super Jesus–a prophecy, really: Y’all Better Get Ready down there, because I am making some progress myself.