The Constitution& the 19th Amendment

Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens, George Washington's farewell address

  by  Steffan M. Bertsch
     Ladies and Gentlemen of the Senate, I have been given an ominous
 task. I don't represent any particular district, as do the other house
 managers. I have been asked to present the closing argument for all the
 Sons and Daughters of Liberty, a dying breed, but one that has many
 constituents within the borders and beyond the shores of the United
 States of America. This is perhaps the most weighty job I have ever
     Much eloquence has been spoken from both sides of the argument for
 and against the impeachment of the president. Such has been the
 adroitness of the presenters, that I figured to adequately represent Maid
 Liberty, I must call upon the Greatest Wisdom, the Highest Truth, the
 Truest Honor. In attempting to reach such lofty goals, I remembered that
 Hillary Clinton was reported to have had conversations with Eleanor
 Roosevelt, so I thought I might try to follow suit.
     Since the question before the Senate is one of grave constitutional
 significance, I reflected upon which Founding Father I could speak with
 to answer the question of whether perjury, witness tampering, and
 obstruction of justice, all for personal gain, rose to the level of high
 crimes and misdemeanors and therefore mandated a dismissal of the
     My first thought was Thomas Jefferson, but, alas, he was in Paris
 when the Constitution was written. I also dismissed calling upon Benjamin
 Franklin because he was ever so close to death by the time the
 Constitution was ratified. As I ticked off the list of some of my
 favorite Americans, such as Patrick Henry and Richard Henry Lee, I had to
 scratch them because they opposed the Constitution out of fear that a
 despotic federal government would arise from the document. I feared all I
 would hear from one of them would be a resounding, "I told you so!"
     Then, an inspiration hit me . . . I knew who to contact . . . but,
 was uncertain as to how. What would be the first step in conjuring up a
 Founding Father? As I contemplated this problem, I went into a deep
 trance . . . or did I fall asleep? Regardless, my recollection of the
 events is as clear as if I had been fully awake.
     This is how it happened, the strange event, so powerful was it that I
 need not follow my colleagues and make comparisons of Clinton to
 Marlon Brando in The Godfather, or allude to literary figures like the character
 in The Prince by Machiavelli, or even compare Clinton to some Roman
 emperor, such as Caligula. I would experience the real thing . . .take
 my answer right from a Founding Father . . . there would be no metaphors
 or similes for me!
     As I lay in an odd state of stupor, where I was alert, yet also
 uncertain of whether I was conscious or having a lucid dream,
 concentrating with all my energy upon the Founding Father I had chosen to
 assist in the troublesome task, I heard a loud knock, arose, and answered
 the door.
     Standing on my porch was a diminutive man, nearly a foot shorter than
 I, with unruly hair whose appearance astonished me. His clothing fit
 tightly about him, with frills on his sleeves and collar flowing out from
 his burnt-orange coat. As I stood dumbfounded and wondering what this
 costumed clown was doing at my door, I looked into his eyes and
 recognized an intelligence beyond any I have ever encountered, so I
 invited him into my house.
     "What may I do for you?" I asked, to which he replied that I had sent
 for him. I scratched my head, and said I doubted that very much. He
 laughed and said that he was actually a substitute for whom I had
 requested. Then it hit me, I had requested the assistance of John Jay,
 the first Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, but he was apparently not
 available. I introduced myself and inquired as to who was in my home.
 "James Madison, at your service."
     Nothing could have shocked me more than his introduction. I had
 always known Madison to have been such a giant of an intellect that I had
 wrongly assumed that such a magnificent mind could not be packaged in
 such a tiny body, and I told him so. His response did nothing to allay my
 "My mind is smaller than a mustard seed," said he, "but it is tied to the
 greatest network of intelligence that you could imagine."
      Wanting dearly to explore the metaphysical implications of his
 comment, but now remembering my task at hand, I changed the subject.
 "Sir, could you assist me in a grave task? The House of
 has impeached our 42nd president, and I have been asked to give a closing
 argument at the impeachment trial in the Senate."
 Madison's cheerful eyes turned black as he contemplated what I had said.
     "How dark it must be in America that you are impeaching the
 president!" he exclaimed.
     "Oh, the president's defenders say it is not dark at all, but that
 we, the prosecutors have too dark a view of the republic. They point to
 many things, claiming the economy has been great under this president,
 that there are few wars, that the people love the man, so, his defenders
 say, he should not be removed."
 "What wrong is your president charged with?" asked Madison.
     I laid out the details, the allegations of perjury, of obstructing
 justice, and concluded with this question: "So, Mr.. President, you were
 the chief author of the Constitution, the writer of 29 of the Federalist
 Papers which you signed 'Publius,' and a Founding Father of this
 republic. Do perjury and obstruction of justice under these sordid
 circumstances arise to a high crime or misdemeanor as contemplated in
 Article II, Section 4 and mandate the president's removal from office?"
     The little man fell into a chair, dropped his head into his palms,
 and wept. His tears were so large that they poured through the crevices
 of his hands and dripped onto his pant legs. He sniffed. He coughed. And,
 he cried for several minutes before looking at me with tear-soaked eyes.
 "Is . . . is . . . that what America's come to? Has she fallen that far?"
    I nodded.
     He wheezed again, and then, miraculously, this little man who had
 just been bawling jumped to life. His eyes dried, his countenance
 lightened, and he was ready. "If that's what you're about, we better get
 to work," he said. "How is the vote estimated to go."
     "Well, we now have fifty states, so there are one hundred senators."
 This piece of information seemed to cheer Madison up and he showed a
 tinge of pride in his expression. "It's going to break down on party
 lines, fifty-five Republicans will probably vote to convict. The
 forty-five Democrats will vote to acquit."
 "What!?" he screamed. "Democrats? Where did a party get a name like that?"
     I gulped. "Well, you see, the media and the history books all tell
 that this country is a democracy, so the party is named to signify the
 followers of a democracy."
     "No!" shouted Madison. "We had Democratic-Republicans in my day. But,
 Democrats! No! Never! This is not a democracy! That is a base lie! We
 considered whether to form a democracy and rejected the concept flatly.
 Both democracy and monarchy were evaluated and smitten. This country is a
 REPUBLIC. Where in the Constitution is found the word 'democracy' I ask
 you? Nowhere, and I know, I wrote most of the document. This is terrible.
 Your people will perish for lack of knowledge."
     I shrugged, and nodded.
 "Okay, let's keep working. Do you have transcripts of the witnesses who
 testified in the trial?" asked Madison.
     "Well, no."
 "Why not? How are we going to put together a closing argument if we don't
 know the testimony?"
     "You see," I stammered, "the Senate didn't allow us to call a single
 witness into the trial."
  Madison stamped his feet and screamed, "A trial with no witnesses! What
 kind of a mockery is going on in that infernal Senate?"
     I then explained the horrific rulings the Senate had made, how it had
 restricted us from prosecuting the president, explained the sham in its
 full ugliness.
     "This reminds me of the tragedy brought upon this republic when Chief
 justice John Marshall rigged the trial for that traitor, Aaron Burr.
 Which reminds me, what has the current Chief Justice been doing during
 this mock trial?"
    "Next to nothing," I said. "He might as well be a puppet for the
 Senate doing their bidding."
     "So, the Senate's corrupt, as is the Supreme Court. Lucky there is
 still a House of the people." Madison paced a moment, then looked out my
 window, before smiling almost gleefully. "I know just the answer for such
 a travesty of justice. We'll cut it off right now! We'll just have to
 notify the legislatures of those fifty states to recall the senators
 because of the sham that is ongoing."
     I frowned.
     "Why so glum," asked Madison. "I know it's a lot of work, but after
 one state sees the light, they'll all follow suit. We'll have a whole new
 Senate in no time at all."
    "The states don't have any control over the Senate. In 1913, under the
 Seventeenth Amendment to the Constitution, the members of the Senate are
 no longer elected by the legislatures of the various states, but instead,
 by popular vote of the people."
     "No! No! No! You've got to be kidding. Did the people not read
 Federalist Papers 62 and 63? The greatest fear of everyone in my day was
 that the Senate would become an elite group of tyrants because their
 terms were six long years. The only check on this was that all senators
 were subject to recall by their state legislatures, so it was presumed
 that all senators would only do bidding that benefited the state they
 represented. Without this check, the federal power could destroy all of
 the states' rights."
 "It already has," I admitted.
     "Tell me, does the president have much power today?" he asked, not
 seeming to hear my comment.
 "A great deal."
     "How so?"
     "Well, he is commander-in-chief of the most powerful military on the
 earth. He commands the Navy, Marines, Air Force and the Army."
     "I don't know what a air force is, but do you have a standing army?"
     He ripped my copy of the Constitution from my hands and shouted,
 "Where does this document authorize a standing army?"
     I shrugged.
 "What other powers has he?"
 "He commands the federal police force, the FBI, the internal revenue
 officers, the IRS, the covert operations, the CIA . . ."
     "Stop! Where did he get these powers?"
 "I-I think mostly from the commerce clause, and the Sixteenth Amendment
 authorizing a tax on incomes."
     Madison stared in disbelief. "The commerce clause? The commerce
 clause? And a tax on incomes! Don't you realize that if you tax incomes
 that you have opened up your affairs to the government? Don't you
 understand that such a tax violates every fiber of the Fourth Amendment?
 Don't you realize that without a warrant sworn on probable cause that he
 government cannot look at your personal papers and records? Of course,
 from the sounds of it, who cares about oaths today . . . certainly not
 the current president."
     "Oh," I smiled. "The government and the IRS gets around the Fourth
 Amendment by declaring that the income tax is voluntary."
 "That's a relief," said Madison. "So, people only pay the income tax if
 they want to do so."
     "Not quite," I said. "When a person neglects or refuses to pay the
 income tax, their property is seized and sometimes they are thrown in
     "Atrocious! How could you have let this happen! You have a virtual
 dictator in this president! You have built a monster!"
 I gulped. "It's a little worse than that. He writes executive orders and
 thereby has legislative powers to do as he pleases."
    "How?" Madison shoved the Constitution in my face. "Where does he
 have that power? Is there another that I need to know about?"
     "In 1933, the sitting president declared that the economic depression
 was so deep that it must be fought with all the powers a president
 would have in an actual state of war. Our Congress declared war on the
 depression and made the president omnipotent."
  "But that was 65 years ago." said Madison.
     "The War Powers Act has never been repealed. Since 1933, the
 presidents have all the war powers at their disposal, and they have
 used those powers to fight wars in Vietnam, in Iraq, in Korea, and many,
 many other countries without acquiring a formal declaration of war from
 Congress. We currently have troops and or agents overtly or covertly
 stationed in over 100 nations doing mischief in many, and all done
 without declarations of war."
    "Did nobody read the farewell address of General Washington? Did
 the General not warn us that wars would trouble everyone throughout the world
 and that our only defense against these wars was to isolate ourselves
 from them? To refuse to be a part of them?"
    I tried to smile, but couldn't. "Mr.. President, we have been suckered
 into many wars in the name of God. Our politicians always claim that God
 would never allow us to sit quietly by as our brethren are killed by 
     "God?" asked Madison. "Which God?"
 "I thought there was only One."
     "In a sense, you're right. There is but One Creator, the Divine God
 of Love, Justice, Truth, Wisdom and Honor. But, there is another, a
 pretender, a fraud, a liar, a murderer, who goes by many names, but you
 probably know him best as Mammon, since your country seems to run on
 this...this commerce clause."
 There was a long silence as I reflected upon what Madison had just said.
     I knew well which god would have created a fraudulent money system, a
 fraudulent tax system, a fraudulent war on the economy, a fraudulent
 Senate, a fraudulent trial of impeachment, a fraudulent involvement in
 Vietnam, a fraudulent war on drugs. I had to admit that the US of A no
 longer worshiped the God of our Founding Fathers, but instead followed
 Mammon. I breathed in quite deeply.
     Madison turned toward the door and began to let himself out. I
 stopped him and said, "Wait, do perjury and obstruction of justice
  rise to high crimes and misdemeanors?"
     Madison's face flushed, and, again he ripped the Constitution from my
 hands. His eyes bulged as he exclaimed, "Under the original . . . Yes



To: paradox
Subject: RE: What Happened to the Constitution
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From: paradox [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Sunday, February 28, 1999 5:22 PM
To: Glory; Grifftx
Subject: Fw: What Happened to the Constitution
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From: Charles Dickson <[email protected]
To: Bill <[email protected]; Polar Bear <[email protected]; Ken Losser
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Date: Sunday, February 28, 1999 11:20 AM
Subject: Fwd: What Happened to the Constitution


I send this out not only because it has many good points, but
because it covers several areas where the US Constitution was
corrupted before most of us were born. One of my main concerns
is that senators are elected instead of answering to the states.
Also, one of my BIG concerns is people and the press refering
to America as a democracy instead of a Constitutional Republic.
Bob Barr, for example, has said that America is a democracy. This
really concerns me when our elected officials don't know what
kind of government we have.

Subject: Fwd: READ THIS NOW! Patriot speaks on the floor of the Senate!  A
must read!
  Sorry if the text is jumbled about.

Folks, I am literally amazed.  The following was spoken on the floor of the
Senate during the closing augments of Clinton's "trial".  If I stood
 there myself, I could say it no better.  What is spoken below has not
 been said in that chamber in over one hundred years, I'm sure.  He his
 the nail right on the head and puts the Senate right in their place. I
 do not know who this man is-but we should all give him our thanks.
 From the War Powers, to the dangers of a "democracy", to the 17th
 Amendment, to a "standing army" he hits on every point.
 The sad truth is it made no difference-as he well knew by his excellent
 conclusion in his last few lines.  Pass this on to everyone!  By far it
 is the best speech I have EVER heard come out of that chamber.
 His conclusion? By all of these abuses of power,  is the Republic is dead
 and the Constitution gone.  Sadly he may very well be  right.


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