Barbara H. Peterson is retired from the California Department of Corrections, where she worked as a Correctional Officer at Folsom Prison. She was one of the first females to work at the facility in this classification.
After retirement, she went to college online to obtain a Bachelor’s degree in Business, and graduated with honors. The most valuable thing she received from her time with UOP was a realization that her life’s passion is writing. Now her business degree sits in her desk drawer, and she counts herself in the category of Writer/Activist.
Barbara lives on a small ranch in Oregon where she raises geese, chickens, goats and horses. This rural lifestyle is under attack at the most basic level. Federal regulations and the corporate takeover of our food supply with Monsanto’s invasive GMO technology is designed to make it next to impossible to raise animals and organic food.
It is time to step up to the plate and fight or lose it all without a whimper. Choose to take a stand and fight. We can make a difference.
Barbara H. Peterson
“… the most formidable military machine depends ultimately on the obedience of its soldiers, … the most powerful corporation becomes helpless when its workers stop working, when its customers refuse to buy its products. The strike, the boycott, the refusal to serve, the ability to paralyze the functioning of a complex social structure–these remain potent weapons against the most fearsome state or corporate power.” — Howard Zinn in The Progressive magazine, January 2000, p20
When the government tells you that you cannot grow your own food, and slips pesticide-ridden GMOs into the nation’s food supply unlabeled, it’s time to discard the system.
When government agencies tell you what you can and cannot eat, then enforce that compliance with armed goons, it’s time to discard the system.
When you are forced into bondage in order to merely survive, then get taxed to death so that survival is at a bare minimum, it’s time to discard the system.
When “too big to fail” corporations stomp on “consumers” like they are just so much rabble to use up and throw away, it’s time to discard the system.
When you go to a hospital to get well, and that hospital kills you through incompetence and outright malice, it’s time to discard the system.
When Big Pharma poisons are legal and natural plants are not, it’s time to discard the system.
When poisoning the nation’s water supply with a known hazardous waste is standard operating procedure, it’s time to discard the system.
When poisonous chemicals are dumped from the sky on an unknowing populace in the guise of “protecting” the people, it’s time to discard the system.
When the media routinely lies and hides the truth, it’s time to discard the system.
When people are routinely maimed and killed by government approved drugs that are made mandatory by that very same government, it’s time to discard the system.
We the people want something real, not televised hype and brand marketers telling us what we should do, think, and feel, while counting the profits raked in through stealth and false advertising.
We the people are sick to death of being told what is good for us and what is not.
When I was born, I did not sign up to be property of the state. I have one mother and don’t need another in the form of Big Brother.
If you the power brokers want a fight, you’ve got it. This will not be a fight calling for bloodshed and ruin, but for life. For independence from tyranny. For self-sufficiency and hope. For a breaking away from the ties that bind us to a corrupt and dying system that was designed from the onset to fail. This will be a revolution welling up from the tortured soul of every man, woman and child who has woken up to the oppression we are living under, which is so tyrannical in its nature that we the people are being suffocated. This revolution will be one of empowerment of the individual over corporate interests and the war machine.
This revolution is personal.
Nobody is waiting in the wings to save us. The cavalry isn’t coming. The cavalry is here. If you’re still looking for your hero, check the mirror. (Nick Brannigan)
©2012 Barbara H. Peterson