By Michael Moriarty

The world remembers The Wizard of Oz, a comic romance that danced our hearts down the Yellow Brick Road. Comic because the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man and the Scarecrow were so endearing. A romance because it was a love affair with that most demanding of lovers, life. At the end, we discovered that Dorothy’s adventure was just a piece of theater engineered by a sweet old trickster who could very well be the God we all used to talk about. He was the one we prayed to before it became so unfashionable and, well, naïve to believe. God is Santa Claus now, something only children talk about with any seriousness, and the real adults endure because it’s Christmas and Hanukkah.

"There is no society," declared former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. "There are only individuals and their families."

Sounds cold, doesn’t it? Actually, it’s the most romantic tribute to what the English-speaking peoples have stood for during their centuries-long adventure: individual freedom.

"The common denominator of the English-speaking peoples," said Sir Winston Churchill, "is individual freedom. We are its creator, its protector and its guarantor."

That fact has spawned not only real-life heroes like Churchill himself, but also inspired countless tales of individual heroism from Beowulf to High Noon. When Sheriff Gary Cooper asked his townsfolk -- his ‘micro-society’ -- to help him face the bad guys, they just didn’t think it was their society’s problem. They thought it was just one guy’s beef with another guy. Even without a family, Sheriff Cooper went out to say ‘no’ to the bad guys. Isn’t that what Churchill was doing when he kept warning his society time and again about the coming evils of Adolph Hitler? Well, their society took the easy way out and passed the buck until the Third Reich marched into Poland. That transformed the British society into a family with Churchill as the de-facto father.

The reality of evil had demolished the idea of a society, had smashed even the idea of Europe into what amounted to a five-year prison term under the German family and its very individual, very evil head, Reich Chancellor Hitler.

If there’s one blessing in disguise to such evil, it’s smashing our illusions. It’s the megaton two-by-four alongside our heads. It will also prove to be the replacement of an illusory One World Order with a reality best termed the Real World Order, the one that’s existed since the first amoebae floated upon terra firma.

At the beginning of the Third Millennium, the human race has been successfully institutionalized under Man’s greatest religion of illusionists, the socialists and their federations, better known as the United Nations. Countless man-hours in Marxist classrooms have indoctrinated the best and brightest of all nations into believing in something that, when the truth is revealed and reality accepted, never existed in the first place.

So, the UN is, in effect, the machine that is writing a movie script I call The Wizard of UN. At the end of this savage tragedy, the Wizard will be revealed as not the Tom Sawyer we all loved, but as the messianic magician of a very insane experiment called the New World Order.

It’s almost as if he convinced every human being on the earth they could fly without wings. Many are so convinced of this that they’re jumping off tall buildings even as I write and you read. Actually, word just came in that the Jihad arm of the UN blew up the twin towers of the World Trade Center and half the Pentagon. A few of the delegates who sit so politely in the UN General Assembly left the building today and eagerly awaited a nightmare they knew was going to happen, a mini-Pearl-Harbor 60 blocks south of them in Manhattan. They’re even now thinking that a similar stunt at the UN might deflect the blame. Reichstag fires are a big attention-getter and blame-thrower. That’s my description of their best propaganda war weapon: the blame-thrower. Oklahoma City was given a taste of that on April 19, 1994.

As a former district attorney -- well, as a guy who did four years of moot court before the American public on the TV series Law and Order --, I always looked for motive first and suspect second. Who benefited from the bombing of the Oklahoma City Federal Building?

The day before the OC bombing, the Clinton administration’s approval ratings were at 22 percent. One member of the White House press corps asked the President if he didn’t think he was "irrelevant."

Don’t know if an American President was ever asked such a question. Not sure how calm Clinton’s response was. It may very well have been too calm, if you know what I mean.

At any rate, the OC bombing happened. There was a rather insincere press briefing by Attorney General Janet Reno about investigating "foreign" terrorists. Within less than a day, it was revealed that the bombing and the bomber were "domestic in origin." President Clinton’s description of this news was the word "improvement."

How can a bombing of any origin be described as an "improvement?"

Well, if you checked the Clinton approval ratings the next day, you’d see that they had shot up to over 60 percent. In addition, Reno kept her job and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms cowboys of Waco were in no danger of losing theirs. For the Clinton administration, the bombing itself was not only an "improvement," it was a veritable salvation.

For those who aren’t aware of the propaganda games of German National Socialism in the 1930s, this kind of ploy might seem unimaginable. However, it’s an old song to socialist federations like Soviet Russia and Red China.

Meanwhile, back in the movie house and The Wizard of UN, we now begin to suspect who that prankish magician is. It’s certainly not Kofi Anan, the Secretary-General. He’s the UN’s certificate of affirmative action.

No, it’s the Bwana of American Muslims, Bill Clinton, whose affinity and assistance to leaders like Yasir Arafat, Jiang Zemin and Zhu Rongji of Red China has him engulfing every UN member-state into a big, messianic Arkansas hypocrite’s bear hug.

Hello, Wizard! We know who you are!

Now that I’ve given you the beginning of the last third of this movie, now that we’ve pulled the curtains back on Clinton’s little sound booth up in Harlem, let’s roll the tape back in a stop-and-go. But first we must look at the portable sound mixer he has in his hands. It’s as if he were recording five rock bands that "cook" 24 hours a day.

There are five dimmers on the board, each with a label on top:

Quite a powerful record label.

Our Wizard has his finger on every one of those dimmers and has proven himself the best sound mixer for the One World Order, or as his sidekick President George Bush preferred to call it, the Pax Americana. Clinton can mix two of them together or all five of them at once. He can raise the level on one, lower the level on another, or just sit tight.

On Tuesday, September 11, 2001 – another day that will live in infamy --, Clinton added a new dimmer switch right next to the Civil Unrest Oven. It’s called When In A Bunker. Apparently, he carries his soundboard with him wherever he goes. He was in Australia today, about as far from New York as you can get.

Quite a prestidigitator.

He’s gotten scared, though, and the game plan for his New World Order CD has been speeded up. He would have preferred to put the George W. Bush administration through a slower, more oriental torture, but he’s being exposed, so all the bands will soon be playing. All at once. The worse Dubya looks, the better Hilary or Reno seem.

At Waco, Queen Bee Reno, now candidate for Governor of Florida, first bloodied her stinger. When you add Ruby Ridge to the notches on her bumblebee jacket, it was no wonder that she only had to show her M-16 threat to get Elian Gonzales back to Havana. She certainly backs up her words.

If you roll her part of The Wizard of UN back, you begin to realize that the playwright is switching his ‘Dorothy’s’ in mid-stream. Apparently, Hilary has not really lived up to expectations. We have a touch of All About Eve here, where the understudy/disciple replaces the star/mentor. Reno was, like all the previous Clinton nominations for Attorney General, the exclusive domain of the First Lady. The Justice Department was Mrs. Clinton’s "part of the operation." When her national health plan failed, she could concentrate entirely on Reno’s favorite obsession: saving kids from unworthy parents and role models. It’s possible Reno was told of David Koresh even before Congress approved her.

It wouldn’t take much to pump up the former State Attorney of Dade County over child molestation. She had built a career in Florida prosecuting parents and day-care centers. That a few suspects and defendants were found innocent must have greatly disappointed the prosecutor. Who knows? Maybe they were not guilty. However, the State Attorney could take some satisfaction from the fact that the lives of the exonerated were ruined.

Oh, I forgot to mention my own personal experience with Janet Reno. After three hours with her in a Washington, D.C. hotel suite, listening in anger as she berated NBC network executives and me for promoting ‘violent drama’ on television, I came away with the impression that the children had nothing to do with it. Government control of all TV was really the goal line. I said so many times in the press, but apparently America didn’t consider this an unconstitutional abuse of appointed office.

When Bill Clinton was Governor of Arkansas, he became fast friends with then CIA director George Bush. Together, they cooked up a CIA guns-and-drugs operation out of Mena, AK. The details are now bizarrely public knowledge but no one, not even a Republican Congress enraged by President Clinton’s perjury, thought of bringing it up. Perhaps George Bush’s part in the patently unconstitutional creation of an undisclosed, fund-raising operation on domestic soil for the foreign service kept the Republicans quiet. The CIA is allowed to raise ‘caper’ money that Congress needn’t approve. However, it can only do so on foreign soil. Compromising the FBI and demanding that it look the other way is a direct violation of the checks and balances, the separation of powers so integral to a healthy republic. Which brings me to the unfortunate revelation of the Republican Party as a kind of American version of the Canadian Red Tories. The Bush era is that of the Republican/Federalists.

Isn’t it interesting that almost every time Reno wanted to waltz into sovereign state territory with her federales, there was always a Bush governor to welcome her with open arms?

But then again, this is quite a movie, The Wizard of UN. What is ironic is that the UN’s hard-lining Leninists, plus the Jihad, hate Liberal Wizards more than they hate us, The Realists. It takes cold-blooded snakes to destroy people when Osama bin Laden or Saddam Hussein orders them to, but how do you describe the arm of the UN that exploits the work of the snakes?

Lower than snake shit?

Such a lexicon is allowed in this version of The Wizard of Oz. Josef Stalin’s favorite dramatic genre was Socialist Realism, which is anything the socialists want it to be, and includes any kind of body count the Leninists determine is required. When Vladimir Ilyich Lenin looked at the blueprints for the Socialist Utopia, he said, quite accurately, that if Marx and Engels wanted him as a contractor to build it, a lot of killing would be necessary.

Apparently, in the UN’s backrooms, the Marxists still agree to the cost of the One World Mansion. A very bloody Red Brick Road.

Judy Garland’s Wizard of Oz is, in its own way, symbolic realism. One of the highest art forms there is. It will live to eternity.

This heinous Wag the Dog scenario out of the UN, an organization that mistakenly assumes it is the Dog and not the Tail, will go down in history as the final chapter of an all-encompassing human evil. The UN is no more the Dog than Kofi Annan is the leader of a New World Order.

What Churchill faced in Europe were the tumors of Hitler and Mussolini. What we, the Realists, face is leukemia throughout the entire world body politic.

We North Americans will defeat this worst of all cancers, because in our rather brief history within Western Civilization, we faced reality day in and day out. We chartered unknown lands, built families without any law and order within a thousand miles. There was no ‘society.’ There were only individuals and their families.

Today, we must simply remember that the blood shed in New York City and at the Pentagon is what the United Nations paints its Red Brick Road with. It is not just any blood the UN has shed. It is painted with our blood. But now, the Wizard of UN is watching his ‘Dorothy’s’ -- Janet and/or Hilary, dance down the Red Brick Road with Arafat and Fidel Castro and Kim Jong Il of North Korea and, of course, Jiang Zemin and Zhu Rongji.

The palace at the end of this disinformation highway is Dante’s final circle of hell, reserved for hypocrites.