by William Cooper
Veritas News Service - Exclusive, March 14, 2001 -- Ever have an experience that defies description? A happening that is a story you know will be with you for the rest of your life? Something that is beyond funny, that is absolutely histerically hilarious. I'm talking way down deep so gut funny that it really hurts bad, but you just can't stop laughing? I had one of those... last night.
Before I can tell you what happened you need a little background. It all started in 1988 when I discovered that there is no law passed by Congress requiring me to file or pay the income tax. I couldn't believe it. I called the IRS and asked them to quote me the law passed by Congress that required me to file and pay the income tax. Imagine my surprise when they couldn't do it.
I did a lot of research in law libraries in southern California but could not find any law requiring me to file or pay income tax. I asked a couple of CPA's who specialized in income tax for their clients but they couldn't tell me either. I called my Senator's and Representative's offices but they couldn't tell me. I talked to lawyers, judges, and even made a few more calls to the IRS... no one knew the answer, or at least if they did they sure were not going to tell me.
I made up my mind that unless the government could show me a law that required me to file and pay the income tax I wasn't going to do it. My stand was, and still is, solidly upon the law. If there is a law that requires me to do it why can't anyone produce it? Over the years I have found that the answer is very simple... there is no such law.
I am not a tax protestor, and I have never made any attempt to cheat on any tax that I am Constitutionally and lawfully required to pay. I have never run, never hid, never ever made any secret about what I am doing. I have challenged the IRS in letters, on the phone, and over the airwaves to simply produce the proof that I am required to file and pay the income tax. I have submitted reams of FOIA requests in an attempt to force them to produce any documentation that would, or could, legitimize their position.
I began broadcasting the results of the FOIA's on my international radio broadcast, The Hour Of The Time, in conjunction with other research that proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that the federal government has gone way beyond its limitations and, indeed, has become despotic. Ruby Ridge, Waco, and the Oklahoma City bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building added a lot of fuel to this fire.
Our investigation into the OKC bombing which resulted in Michele Marie Moore's encyclopedic work, entitled Oklahoma City: Day One, proved that the government not only knew in advance the bombing was going to take place, but at least two agencies were implicated as accomplices. It became clear that Timothy McVeigh was a patsy just like Lee Harvey Oswald, and I told the world.
It wasn't long before the Hour Of The Time became the most listened-to international shortwave broadcast on earth, maybe even in history. When I began to unravel the cover-up surrounding the OKC bombing a lot of people in Washington DC got really scared. I identified the man the FBI claimed did not exist as Michael Brescia, a government informant known to you as John Doe #2 who is currently serving a prison term for bank robbery.
The White House leaked a memo to Rush Limbaugh who read it on the air during his radio show. In the memo President Clinton named me, William Cooper, as the, "...most dangerous radio host in America." After that Radio Shack couldn't keep a shortwave radio on the shelf for 5 minutes. My phone didn't stop ringing for months.
I discovered that my FBI file was included in those in possession of the White House comprising the scandal known as "filegate". I also discovered that I had been targeted. President Clinton had directed every agency of government to investigate me with the intent to shut me up. People began to call and ask me why the FBI, Secret Service, BATF, and IRS had been to their homes asking questions about me. Long time friends disassociated themselves proving that most Americans are miserable cowards. But I never wavered in my resolve, not once.
Since the IRS would not, or could not, produce any documents proving that it is an agency of the Department of the Treasury, or of the US government, or produce any delegation of authority or jurisdiction allowing them to perform the things they do all the time, or any law passed by the Congress requiring me to file and pay the income tax, I sued them in United States District Court in Phoenix, Arizona. They perjured themselves twice, and I was clearly winning the battle... that's when tyranny reared its ugly head.
The US Attorney for Arizona convened a Grand Jury to which he and several federal agents lied, repeatedly lied, and would not allow me to testify. The Grand Jury was not ever told that I would be very happy to file and pay the income tax if the IRS, or anyone, would produce a law that required me to do so, or that I had sued the IRS and was winning my case which put the IRS in a very bad position.
The Grand Jury brought indictments against me and my wife, or so I read in the newspaper. It wasn't long before I learned that warrants had been issued against subpoenas that had never been served. This is a terrible criminal act that the government has committed against us. It is a denial of Due Process and a despotic perversion of our legal system. No Grand Jury would have brought indictments if it would have known the truth.
Because of the warrants I could no longer prosecute my legal action against the IRS due to the threat of arrest. That was the whole purpose of their Grand Jury indictments. I sent a notice to the Judge withdrawing my suit against the IRS since I could no longer make an appearance in court. At the same time I noticed the court in the filing of our change of address.
I do not know what happened because I never received any other communication from the court. It is clear that they ignored the address change which is on record in the filing. I can guess, from my research into what federal Judges have done in the past when the government is losing a case, that the Judge probably ignored my withdrawal and made a default ruling in favor of the IRS because I did not show up in court. If that is indeed what the Judge did it represents another incredible injustice.
In 1998 FBI Special Agent Steve Fillerup came to see me, or at least he tried. He stood on the road below the house and shouted up that he had a letter for me. I refused to accept it. I told him that the legal system is corrupt and that we will not trust our lives to it. I informed him that we will not bow to tyranny and will defend ourselves with the force of arms if any government agent attempts to harm us. I told him to tell his bosses in Washington that they made a big mistake. To my surprise he agreed.
In 1999 I sent my wife and children out of the country for their safety. I remained to make several points... that I have broken no law, that I am not a fugitive, that I will not run, that my stance is completely upon the law, and that I am perfectly willing to die for this country and for what I believe if that is the only way to break Washington's tyranny.
A few months ago I got the word that FBI Special Agent Fillerup had been transferred from Pinetop, and that he had been replaced by Special Agent Jay Rominger, and Special Agent Doug Hansen. Replacing one FBI agent with two in a rural area like this is significant. I have also been informed that a lot of pressure has been put on these two new guys to bring me in. No surprise... been expecting it, but the only way they will ever get me is dead.
Then a couple of weeks ago a US Marshall began harassing my daughter and her mom again, in an effort to get Jessica to cooperate with the government. He told her that the IRS had asked the US Marshall service to bring me in before April 15th. The Marshall wanted information. In particular he wanted to know my movements, times that I come and go, and the places that I frequent. He also wanted her to draw the inside layout of my home indicating where I sleep, etc. I can't print what she told him. But suffice it to say that he was very disappointed.
So I have been expecting midnight visitors for some time. And finally, with that background, I can tell you what happened last night.
It began around 2 AM when several of the alarms went off. At the same time my neighbor's geese began making a terrible racket, and dogs began barking in the yards below the hill. I heard Crusher, my fearless buddy, charge out of his dog house and stand silent in the dark exactly as he has been trained.
I scanned the hill with the night scope. The first thing I saw was a signal from the northern sentry indicating intruders on the hill. Pretty soon I counted six black clad armed men in a semi-circle on the north side of the house moving very slowly toward me. They didn't see the sentries that were behind them and on their east flank. I slung the scope, picked up my rifle, grabbed three 30 round clips, and very quietly exited to the south.
I moved silently around the hill just below the crestline to the east side facing the front door at about a distance of 60 yards. That's when I heard the hooters... huh?
The intruders, never found out who they were, were making sounds like owls to mark their progress so that they could tell where each of their team was and about how fast he was moving... at least that is what it seemed to me. But it was ludicrous. It sounded like we were being attacked by a herd of owls.
The one farthest west would hoot, "hoo hoot... hoooo," followed by the next man to the east, and then the next, until all six had indicated their position, then a pause, and then it would start all over again. I couldn't believe what I was observing; it was just so stupid that anyone actually thought they could get away with it. It occurred to me that they must have been city boys to even imagine such a thing.
I could see the Militia behind them in the scope as they moved toward the house, weapons at the ready. This was too good to be true. We could have massacred them but none of us wanted to ever have to hurt anyone if we didn't really have to do it... and that is when I had a brain-burner. I began to hoot too. And back came the hoots of the intruders, "hoo hoot... hoooo."
A few minutes later the sentries caught on, and they began to hoot. I could barely contain myself it was so incredibly funny. They hooted, we hooted, they moved on toward the house, we closed in upon them, everybody hooting right along. I was tempted to call for reinforcements but didn't.
At about that time everybody stopped dead in their tracks. It was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. Our visitors began looking around in full blown panic. They had finally counted the hoots, and there were 4 more than there should have been, coming from places where no one was supposed to be. I could imagine their shock.
The man nearest the drive dove to the ground and found himself face to face with all 110 pounds of the most fearsome dog in Arizona. Crusher, my faithful Crusher, who had been silently watching and waiting erupted into a mouthful of snarling teeth just inches from the guys nose. Michael Jackson's Moonwalk is nothing compared to what that man did on his belly to get away from that dog. That's when they all began to run in opposite directions back down the hill.
Geese honked, dogs howled, and pandemonium reigned for at least 20 minutes while they made their escape. The noise probably woke everyone within a quarter mile at the bottom of the hill. The sentries and I sank to our knees in violent fits of laughter. And I have been laughing ever since.
Now you know what all the noise was all about last night, if you live in Eagar, Arizona. I hope you didn't lose too much sleep.
I don't think any of us who were up on this hill will ever forget last night. And I don't think anyone will ever be able to convince any of those guys, whoever they were, to come back up here ever again. What a hoot!