Stories, Essays, Detritus: MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MD Thwarted

The Old Friendship Heights I remember, looking north
up Wisconsin Avenue from the streetcar depot

In 1955 my family moved from ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA to MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND. At that time I was a one-year old, having been born at what was then called NAVY MEDICAL HOSPITAL in BETHESDA, MARYLAND. My father was a Reserve Naval Officer.

We lived in FRIENDSHIP HEIGHTS for eleven years. That was the neighborhood where the progenitor of the McCauliffe clan lived. From 1955 to 1971 James McCauliffe was the superintendent of the MONTGOMERY COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT. We knew the family patriarch of that time as the “chief of police” and currently there’s a permanent, clownish statue of him in uniform standing on the corner in front of the Friendship Heights Village Community Center. The McCauliffe family lived just down the street from us and produced generations of MONTGOMERY COUNTY police officers, lawyers, politicians and judges. They’re a sort of MONTGOMERY COUNTY dynasty.

I only bring that up for the purpose of letting readers know that I was a homegrown witness to what MONTGOMERY COUNTY was then and what MONTGOMERY COUNTY is now. It was always a sort of “good ol’ boys club.” And it has gone from that to become a cesspool of radical leftist-socialist lamebrains. Looking back, I view that “devolution” as predictable; families such as the McCauliffes were and remain insider oligarchs who gorged at the public trough. Such influencers can, and easily do, help to manipulate the engine of local government to suit their own distorted, privileged view. I’d say the McCauliffe family epitomizes that myopic parochial mindset that has steered this COUNTY in all the wrong directions since at least the ‘50s. This has led directly to the over-reaching libtard pseudo-government we have today in the COUNTY.

The Suss boys in our old driveway

When President Kennedy was assassinated on November 22, 1963, a formerly benign and beautiful dream started on a long, protracted decline. I could feel it then; it was palpable. Looking back, old-style Democrats like my father became only figureheads as the torch passed covertly to behind-the-scenes hands of a Luciferian, fiendish cabal. And in MONTGOMERY COUNTY dark money and influence did its dirty work. By the early ‘60s, Friendship Heights was already in decline as big developers with big money and big ideas bought out the folks in the neighborhood.

The Suss brood as we looked then.

Our family would move from Friendship Heights to Kenwood in 1966, remaining in MONTGOMERY COUNTY until about 1974. But my extended family has remained here since 1962 when my maternal grandparents had bought a home in the “Green Mile” section of Chevy Chase. My 89-year old aunt still lives there and I have maintained my connection with MONTGOMERY COUNTY through her and a handful of siblings who have remain here as well.

After tromping around the country and the world, I relocated back here myself in 2001. I came back to care for my elderly aunt and to generally be around my brothers and sisters. (Half of whom have moved out to the Chesapeake Bay Area.) I had friends here too (though many of them have generally abandoned me in the last few years, probably due to my new-found militancy toward the communist infestation of this Washington, DC area).

As I became red-pilled, beginning in about 2006, I began to suddenly see and realize many things. I came to apprehend how our country had been stolen from us over the last four or five generations. JFK tried to stem the bleeding once he came into power, but his noble efforts were too little, too late. He had no idea how entrenched this treasonous Frankenstein was in our government and in our country, and how far and deep its tentacles reached. Today’s more informed and more prepared Patriots do, and I count myself among them.

And so MONTGOMERY COUNTY, a localized "mini-me" of a corrupt and out-of-control, “progressive-fascist-federalismo," it represents everything I detest about the planned decline and demise of our nation. And typical, indoctrinated, mask-wearing MONTGOMERY COUNTY sheep just follow-along. If not for standing by my aged aunt in her golden years I would have been long-gone years ago. And I intend to get out of this horrid place, but on my own time and on my own terms.

I’ve stood up against the unlawful taxing of one’s labor; this unlawful scamdemic and its idiot “health mandates”; and unlawful state and county statutes and regulations that are intended to persecute locals — as typified by the penalties being imposed upon me in the “notorious dog case” reaching its zenith today, 3/11/2021 <= (notice the favored Illuminist numbers), in the MONTGOMERY COUNTY DISTRICT COURT.

I would rather eat all of the sand in Saudi Arabia than dishonor myself in that hideous “HALL OF JUST-US” (the good ol’ boys crowd devolved out of the McCauliffe hog trough). How a corporate phantasm thinks it has any jurisdiction over a flesh-and-blood native-born national patriot stretches the bounds of rational thought. Yet the COURT minions proceed throwing paper at me as if their presumed authority, because of its power to intimidate with their color-of-law courts and police and wrongful detention threats constitutes true, rule-of-law sovereignty over me.

There you have it. When I look around at the mindless masses of MONTGOMERY COUNTY fools who parade everywhere in their face-muzzles, I just want to up-chuck; and the MONTGOMERY COUNTY “officials” who lord over this controlled bunch can go pound sand if they think they can mess with this old Friendship Heights boy. I’ve learned my lessons just as a kid standing by the side of the road would, witnessing it all; and from reading, researching and studying — from Dr. Seuss to college to law school to PhD to Christian ministry studies; and I write: I’ve authored over 250 published stories and essays and articles, as well as eight books and counting. And I continue on with my Weird Task Ministry while I play and shout the blues and remain actively living by the traditional values that have guided me my whole life through. Nothing is above Faith: the love of God, Family and Country — NOTHING.

The sheriff is the last level of protection from intrusive GOVERNMENT overreach. In this instance we are talking about Sheriff Darren M. Popkin. Though I am eternally hopeful that he has the insight to protect We the People as he should, it is hard to have faith in one such as Sheriff Popkin who seems to have had a long career here in MONTGOMERY COUNTY. And I must say, the front page photo in The Greater Olney News of him, all smiles, together with our fathead RINO GOVERNOR HOGAN (and his new Deputy, Capt. Maxwell Uy), is NOT encouraging.

So, if the mule don’t die and the crick don’t freeze, and the Good Lord sees fit to make me an instrument of His Divine Grace and Goodness, I stand up to these interlopers and all enemies of the real United States of America. Yes indeed, and instead I stand firm for its Founding Documents come hell or high water, now and always, whether here in Montgomery County or anywhere.