Another Update

Not a great deal of change or progress is being made it seems. There is nothing new on PACER, and Bill is still incarcerated in his dark, dank dungeon within the prison that according to him is usually reserved for homicidal maniacs and people about to get a ‘life’ sentence passed on them.

They told Bill that apparently this is the only free cell….BUT (I don’t want to sound paranoid here) what if it’s NOT coincidental? Perhaps someone is taking these anonymous emails very very seriously, and more over is hoping that Bill is going to get a nigh on life sentence for the alleged sending of emails and anonymous blog posts.

I would write a longer examination on this, but at this point whatever I say will be twisted around, edited, paraphrased and quoted out of context either in a legal form somewhere or on the SPLC in two months, so I’ll just sit back and let them invent their own narrative. It doesn’t matter what I say at this point: it’s all going to be misquoted and taken out of context anyway.

Other than that: I’m still getting security warnings on this site which suggest that hackers may still be trying to get in. I’m sure this is not because of an information on the site (because there is nothing important here) but more likely a desire to vandalise it.

Mail should be getting through to Bill now so go ahead and send some letters through.


A noble race is not one that creates a God in its own image but one that creates also the song wherewith to do Him homage. Every rebirth of a noble race is a lyric force, every sentiment that is common to the whole race, a potential lyric; music, the language of ritual, has power, above all else, to exalt the achievement and the life of man. Does it not seem that great music has power to bring spiritual peace to the strained and anxious multitude? The reign of the human spirit is not yet. ‘When matter acting on matter shall be able to replace man’s physical strength, then will the spirit of man begin to see the dawn of liberty’: so said a man of Dalmatia of our own Adriatic, the blind seer of Sebenico.