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[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

     Joseph T:
     Weird shit . I just checked the archives and nobody's posts for the  
     last 7-12 posts are getting back to me. Far weirder, someone just  
     bought the up to date domain name for my company  glass arts website  
     and I can't find out who or what the f.  This is probably paranoid  
     and an invitation to silliness, but particularly directed to  
     robinlandseadel who seems to know some interesting folk. Does anyone  
     think "they" are messing with low level grass roots activists?

Guess it's time again, once more, for:

Proverbs for Paranoids:
1. You may never get to touch the Master, 
but you can tickle his creatures.
2. The innocence of the creatures is in inverse 
proportion to the immorality of the Master.
3. If they can get you asking the wrong questions, 
they don't have to worry about answers.
4. You hide, they seek.
5. Paranoids are not paranoid because 
they're paranoid, but because 
they keep putting themselves, fucking 
idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.

-- Collected from Gravity's Rainbow, 
pgs. 237, 241, 251, 262, & 292

And, of course, my mom's mantra (all together now):
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're 
not out to get you". In any case, my sense is that my 
e-mails don't get messed with and that the noisy but 
generally civilized (and often intellectually O.T.T ) 
goings-on onboard this here toilet ship are not even 
glanced at by NSA, usw., 'round these parts. 'Course,
all our yammerings---and all of our on-line activities---
are accessible to the Guvment thanks to the Patriot Act, 
among a host of other "law enforcement" tools. Way, way 
back in the day---during the hight of the Civil Rights 
Movement---our phones were tapped. And I'm sure that my 
mom's later activities attracted some attention, doubtless still 
being archived. As all these activities were non-violent, jail 
time was usually limited to less than a week, though 
occasionally something Bea would do would stick in "their" 
craw enough to earn the lady an extended stay at one of the 
finer re-educational facilities. No more than a month, though.

Finally, ". . . .Like others sorts of paranoia, it is nothing 
less than the onset, the leading edge, of the discovery 
that everything is connected, everything in the Creation, 
a secondary illumination---not yet blindingly One, 
but at least connected. . . ." (pg. 717---in my [newish] version)