Silence is a fantastic WEAPON

In 1970 as one of Delaware's youngest legislators, I was the only American ever TRIED and convicted in four Federal Court trials of violation of the US Census law. I refused to fill in the 1970 form mailed to all Americans and after being threatened by party and public officials both Federal and State with personal and political destruction; the US Attorney charged me with FAILURE TO COMPLY and brought me to trial. After four Federal trials including one hung jury I was found guilty. I was sentenced  to 60 days in jail (probation) and a $100.00 fine...BUT...as a result CONGRESS CHANGED THE LAW FOR ALL AMERICANS.

This past year 2010 it had only 10 general questions instead of 178 very personal ones and NO citizen penalties. Proving direct action by one single American citizen can change this tired old world.

But ...we have to be organized and committed to make BIG CHANGE. Can you imagine what a million of us Silent ONES can do to the next election cycle if we refuse to talk about WHO we will vote for, both before the election and afterwards,,,we will drive the the politician's, media and pollsterers absolutely ...NUTS!

We will become STAKEHOLDERS IN AMERICA...instead captive SUBJECTS of the CAREER POLITICIANS. We will introduce UNCERTAINTY into their political future...no one will know who to give money to for campaigns...we will never tell how we will vote. The politicians will have to please the people not the contributors...GET IT!!

Please join my  FACE BOOK PAGE. Join a REVOLUTION in SILENCE... NEVER TAKE A SIDE or suggest who anyone should vote for. Just commit to silence and join my FACE BOOK page.  It's all about numbers we will drive the establishment, media, political guru's and pollsters to complete confusion and distraction . I will publish the numbers and some pertinent stories and info weekly and keep us all in touch. We will use only our numbers as SILENT ONES as our only weapon.   Please PASS this on to your friends and ask them to join with us to help organize this REVOLUTION in SILENCE.

If you want hear me to explain this plan in person wait till next weeks video...

A Silent One

Lets DREAM about changing the WORLD

I dreamed the other night a very small group of very committed Americans with a truly honest heart and clarity of mind, plus a conscience with purpose can actually permanently change American Politics.

Scroll down and CLICK on this blog as a FOLLOWER, then, from this moment on... promise NEVER to reveal who you will vote for in the next election cycle.. before or after...especially not to any pollster for any reason... and...not to each other or any other person ..Oh, maybe a few close friends.


 All it takes to effect this major political change is to commit to a simple statement with purpose...

"I PROMISE to vote in the next election and I will never TELL anyone how I voted ever again".

I am the first ONE to commit on this blog... PLEASE JOIN ME!! We are the SILENT ONES. We will recruit and organize individuals like us who are truly dedicated to becoming silent voters no matter what party or how registered.


OUR total Silence will drive politicians, pollsters and the media NUTS and we will change American politics forever.  I am convinced as we grow in large numbers state by state and country by country on this blog we can cause this movement to take on a life of its own..we will become the worst threat any politician will ever want to face...UNCERTAINTY.

The Silent ONE

A Warrior’s Tale

Delaware State News DOVER — When people think of doing community service, most volunteer at a local soup kitchen or perhaps become a Big Brother or Sister. Not Tommie Little. He went to Africa and almost didn’t come back. 

He details his experiences in a book released last month entitled “A Warrior’s Tale: A True Story of a Near Death Experience and Return.” Mr. Little says his 11 1/2-year journey began in 1994 when he got up one morning in his Wilmington home and didn’t like what he saw staring back at him.

“It was seven o’clock in the morning. I looked in the mirror and I knew I hadn’t done enough,” he said. “It’s hard to explain but I just didn’t feel like I had done enough. And corresponding to that, I felt stuck in a job that I was going to stay in for the rest of my life.” Once he got to work, the divorced father of three grown children called the Japanese embassy to ask if they needed a lawyer with a degree in education and an expert in martial arts, but was told his age was too much of a medical risk.

Someone there told him to get in touch with World Teach, run through Harvard University, which connects volunteer teachers with developing countries.

“They sent me a brochure with 12 options and I got to the third one and it said ‘Namibia. Brand new language, brand new democracy’ and I knew that’s where I wanted to go,” Mr. Little said of the country in the southwest corner of Africa. “I knew they never heard of judo and judo was my hidden agenda. I would do anything as long as I could get a chance to do that. I went there blind. I lost $10 (in a bet) because I didn’t know where Namibia was.” But off he went, far from the comforts of home to mud huts and dangerous conditions.

“Everyone thought I was crazy but I knew this was something I had to do. None of my children talked to me for the first two years I was there,” he said.

He quickly got the trust and respect of the high school-aged teens and their parents in Namibia. Aside from English and the Democracy class, he also set up computer instruction, called Cyber University. All 22 of his students later received jobs working with computers. He also achieved his dream of establishing a Namibian Olympic Development Judo team, which is still in existence. And, while there, he ended up marrying and later divorcing a woman 45 years his junior.

But the moment that will stick with him forever is the day he died — and ultimately lived to tell about it. Caught up in an epidemic in which 302 people had already passed away, Mr. Little was reeling from the effects of cerebral malaria. “It was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my entire life,” he said of the headaches, which consumed him for a couple of weeks. He writes in his book that the pain was so bad, he was afraid he wasn’t going to die.

Despite the extreme discomfort, he pretended as if nothing was wrong. “Once you're down, you're down and I didn’t want that. I guess it was macho bravado and not wanting to appear a wimp but I refused to be taken down by this,” he said. Finally, friends demanded he go to the hospital in Caprivi, a province of Namibia, on Good Friday. A priest was even brought in later to administer last rites.

It was then that he felt himself rise over the examination table, seeing his own body stuck with tubes and medical professionals attending to him. He then met his uncle Connie, who had passed away shortly be forehand. He was bouncing “a ball of pure light” off Mr. Little’s chest. “I stopped back often to the hospital room and watched people working on my body,” he writes in his book. “ Then off I’d go again with Uncle Connie. He was always smiling like a proud father. He acted as my guide to everything I wanted to see or know.

“He beckoned, ‘Tommie, you will not stay here. This is an introductory visit. You will return.’ No matter how much I begged and pleaded, he insisted I would return to my body.”

Suddenly in the middle of last rites, Mr. Little sat up and grabbed the priest’s robes to the wonderment of the clergyman, who ran out of the room, ironically, on Easter Sunday. Mr. Little said waking up actually angered him.

“It was so beautiful. I wanted to stay. I didn’t want to leave. There was light and music and just such a peacefulness. The whole experience has made me not afraid of dying. I actually can’t wait to die, believe it or not,” he said. Mr. Little said it wasn’t until the writing of the book that he had discussed his near death experience in any great detail. “I didn’t want to tell anybody about it. I didn’t think anyone would believe me,” he said. “I just didn’t want to discuss it. People are funny. I don’t want to push anything on anybody. It was just a great experience.”

After that fateful weekend, he would stay another 10 years until he “just ran out of gas.” He details in his book how he hadn’t seen anyone in six weeks until a boy brought him a tray of cookies and he found out that it was Christmas Day. Desperately homesick, he returned to the U.S. in 2005. “I started crying and didn’t stop until I got to Philadelphia,” he said.

Mr. Little’s book, published by Xlibris, is available in area stores and online at Amazon, Borders, Barnes and Noble or Xlibris. com.

A Warrior's Tale

A true story of a near death experience and return

 By: Tommie Little Esquire