An Essay & Poem on Chief Judge Richard A. Posner—Part VII

Ellis Washington | February 23, 2025

About the Author—Professor Ellis Washington, J.D.—I went to Harvard Law School for 1 year (1988-89) with future POTUS Barack Hussein Obama, (b. 1960 – d. 09/29/2019), who was a secret descendant of the Rothschild Banking Cartel Family and a blood grandson of the German NAZI dictator, Adolf HITLER! — who was also a Rothschild – but I took the opposite path in Life—New World Order, Communism, Treason, Pedophilia and Satanic Ritual Abuse vs. Christianity, Conservatism, Protecting the Children & TRUMPism. I repeatedly refused to take the “Satan OATH” which is why I’ve been blacklisted since 1989 – for over 36 years—for my entire legal and academic career, yet I Fight on! Why? To avenge Harvard University’s original 1692 motto—Veritas pro Christo et Ecclesia {= Truth for Christ and the Church}.

How do We the People escape the 150-year Rothschild Chattel Slavery systems (e.g., Birth certificates [= Birth Bond Fraud], Death certificates, Social Security numbers bought, sold and trading people’s identities like barnyard animals on Wall Street). And Rothschild Debt Slavery systems (e.g., IRS, Income Taxes, Death Taxes, Fiat or Counterfeit currency not based on Gold or Silver, but based on NOTHING!

Cui bono?– Who benefits? Why are all national currencies of the world promiscuously printed at will by the Rothschild Central Bankers? Is it to fund perpetual False Flag Wars like — America, Israel, Gaza, Syria, Iran, Yemen, Lebanon, Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan, China, while keeping the entire world enslaved inside an existential – Birth-School-Labor-Taxes-Debts-Retirement-Death cycle of the Rothschild Khazarian Mafia Matrix? (1871-2021) Further answers can be learned by reading, studying and sharing the Truth of our Critical Thinking blog that on Winter Solstice (21 Dec. 2024) surpassed 25 million views! @ EllisWashingtonReport. com, Facebook,Twitter/X—#JesusIsGod (Isaiah 9:6) #DCActof1871

QUESTION #1?–Did you know that Judge Richard A. Posner is #1 among the most-cited legal scholars of all time by both law journals and law reviews and by the Supreme Court?

QUESTION #2–Why then if I exposed Judge Richard Posner as a CIA Manchurian Candidate, a fake Conservative and a dissembling Law Academic, as well as an Activist, Lawfare, Lawless, Solipsistic, Socialist, Activist Judge in a law review article I published in 1999, nearly 30 years ago, is my name unknown in the Academy and my prolific writings (published on 5 continents, accepted into The Royal Archives of HRH Queen Elizabeth II [1952-2022], and inside the Chambers Library of SCOTUS) together with my aborted academic career, remains blacklisted and ignored by the Racist, Marxist, Darwinist, Eugenicist, Nihilist, Atavistic Academy to this day?!? Because. . .

Morpheus to Neo: “Everything they told you was a [Big] Lie.”

~ Movie: The Matrix {Construct Scene} (Part I: 1999)

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“All children are my children.”

   ~ Mother Julia Mae McCarty Green (1925-2007)

  Antioch Church of God in Christ, Detroit, Michigan

“She taught me how to type, how to write, how to write books – To be Profound.”

~ Prof. Ellis Washington, J.D. (from A Giant in a Wheel chair, WND.com, 1 Dec. 2007)



Rev. Havious Green (1921-2014) Julia Mae McCarty Green (1925-2007)

. . . For all the Children of my

Huntcliff neighborhood & to all the Children

in President Donald J. Trump’s America . . .

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~ A Poem ~

on

Chief Judge Richard A. Posner

by

Professor Ellis Washington, J.D.

~ P a r t V I I ~

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{suggested listening music}

~ P E T E R & T H E W O L F ~

by

Sergei P R O K O F I E V (1891-1953)

~ I N T E R M E Z Z O ~

~ K I N D E R S Z E N E N ~

{Scenes from Childhood}

by

Robert Alexander

S C H U M A N N (1810-1856)

The King has no clothes! So the story goes… I suppose, was that little Child’s declaration that broke the spell from Hell of that bewitched little kingdom, you see? Shackled in Infamy, entangled by Cowardice and Fear, Treachery and Tyranny.

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All of the adults trapped inside the Matrix of the Regent’s realm all slavishly failed to see…

“No, little Boy!” said they proudly and loudly to Me, “We the People are happy Chattel Slaves, of the Regent be,

We are Joyful (IRS) Debt Slaves, not Free ~ We the People don’t need none of your G**d**n Liberty”!

As the King’s trumpets heralded his arrival! ~ I beheld our petit, petty, little king of kings of our Atavistic Regency ~

He was High and lifted up, as he strutted haughtily and proudly down the stairs of his castle in all of his Pomp and Glory…, even as far as the eye could see.

No, No, No…! I would not be stopped, said I to Me, So I gathered together what little courage I possessed in my little boy body (my age = 3+3+3), I took a deep breath, and I took the Plea!

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I was certain that within this huge crowd that the King could never, ever see me pointing my little finger at him beside that invisible Tree {e.g., The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil}, Of Whom some of ancient lore, called an apple tree…,

Somebody, please tell Me, is this Konstruct Kingdom really the Land of the Free? Is this Krazy Kingdom really the Land of Liberty… or of Big Lies & Democide of DEI, CRT & Tranies & Tyranny?

THE KING HAS NO CLOTHES! —

THE KING HAS NO CLOTHES!!

Said I to thee…, My Grandmother, dressed in Royal purple, in frustration turned her head towards my Grandfather and tried to ignore Me…

My mother, dressed in Royal Blue, {just like me} could only stare at me from afar as I moved ever closer, closer to the Regency, Can’t you see…?

Look at my poor Mother, she was so embarrassed her face turned red in pity that she didn’t know what to do for fear of the Regency, Said my Mother’s eyes looking ever so furtively afar, from She to Me.

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{*N.B.: At this point in the poem, I was compelled to write several additional stanzas below which were added {Feb. 2-6, 2025} giving voice to, while probing the profound inner Cognitive Psychological depths of the mind of that little Boy who intrigued me exceedingly.

I wrote these stanzas as a Soliloquy (i.e., a speech to one’s self) in the style of Edgar Allen Poe whom poets and literary scholars consider to be “The Father of Psychological Poems”.

I was particularly inspired by Poe’s iconic verses in his 1845 poem ~ “The Raven” and some of the classic fairytales like Alice in Wonderland and children’s books by Dr. Seuss, and thus endeavored to further critically analyze the mind, motives, the opportunity, will and subconscious of that iconoclastic, morally pure, and courageous little boy to whom I consider to be the singular hero of the entire poetical narrative cited below…}

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A Soliloquy

of

the Little Boy

from

*”The Emperor’s New Clothes”

by

Hans Christian Anderson {1837}

I so wish that my little voice was a bit louder — like a military Canon, or the King’s Trumpets, or…like in the movie, ‘The Red Violin’ {played so beautifully by that little boy just like me! – named Kaspar Weiss} …{or with music version}.

I promise that I would play so Truthfully, for the King, I promise that I would play so Beautifully for the King, I promise that I would play so Purely for the King…

~ Yes-once,

~ Yes-twice!

~ Maybe-thrice!?

*N.B.: Underlying meanings of The Emperor’s New Clothes.

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I promise that I would make my little voice heard throughout all the King’s Realm, with all Virtue, and never any Vice… Indeed, for my Lord Jesus Christ paid in full for the sins of the whole World, that blood Redemption Price…,

NO! Nothing! NO! Nobody! …or No one! would stand in my way, Not even a little mice, or a tiny lice… Yes, it is true that I am only a child, but Oh king! hear this transcendent and wise advice…

~ A Virgin shall conceive and shall bear a Son, of whom the ancient Prophets of old called the King of all Kings, Lord of Lords… whose sacrifice was called Emmanuel = God with us! That was our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! ~

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Now, humble thyself and listen to my words, Oh, King! I will not speak to you twice. Will you break the Witches’ spell over your Krazy Kingdom, to adequately suffice?

Will you break the slave chains over the minds and hearts of your Retarded Realm. . . and Choose LIFE?

Will you please, My Liege, take this little Child’s humble, but sincere advice?…

{<–Little Boy–Hey Morons!! — Stop worshipping the demigod Man…, that was never God’s plan… Whose breath is in his nostrils, Whose countenance is from the dust of the earth and the sand of the land…,

Whose Will to Power to command!}

THE KING HAS NO CLOTHES! —

THE KING HAS NO CLOTHES! ! —

THE KING HAS NO CLOTHES! ! ! —

. . .Or so the story goes, I suppose? —

   Like the Prophet Elijah who called down fire from Heaven to consume Queen Jezebel’s false prophets and priests in ancient Israel, that little boy’s virtuous words thundered down from Heaven on high,

With Christ’s power over Men’s cunning, And exposing every evil, Machiavellian Big Lie. . . Indeed, I wiped away a tear, yes maybe I did cry.

Yea, I wiped away many a tears exposing the Terrible Tyranny gathering within my mind — my pain, my sorrow reflected within my watery eyes.

~ Yes-Once, Yes-Twice! Yes-Thrice!?  With God’s help I will melt the king’s heart full of 500 Lice, 50 Mice, and much, much, yes, too much Avarice,

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Even though in your vast Realm, Oh my king! is full of milk and honey, meat, bread and rice,

~ Know that this day, Oh Regent, that thy kingdom remains bewitched, thy People possessed like Zombies… all frozen in ice.

Now Behold! This is the day I do humbly declare, but I won’t speak to Ye twice. This day, to the God of Heaven I do earnestly and will solemnly suffice,

~ That Nothing! Nobody! …or No other, (not even my Mother) shall stand in my way… though Satan does forever entice.

No! Not Nothing shall stand in my way for what the God of Heaven commanded me to say on this most Auspicious & Glorious Day… Yes-Once! … Yes-Twice … Yes-Thrice …That would really, really be very, very Nice!

{End of Soliloquy}

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As I declared the Word from the Lord, the King and all his besotted entourage, and all of the proud, peculiar, pusillanimous, petty people of his petit, pedantic, perfunctory, persnickety kingdom together within his furtive furrows, within his besieged boroughs, the people began to collapse one upon another like dominoes – 1-2-3…31-32-33…

Like Shakespeare’s The Tempest whose kingdom stood staggering, shaking, quaking upon the craggy rocks beset by the raging, unyielding {Mediterranean} Sea…,

And it came to pass!… that Chief Judge Richard A. Posner has no more judicial robes to bolster is fame, No more Christian Minister’s robes to hide his shame. . .

Now “The 10th Justice of the Supreme Court” — The Omnipotent, Potentate of all the Academy and of the Supreme Court — Chief Justice KING Richard [“The Lionhearted”] A. Posner sits all alone, It is inside his Senior Citizen home, upon his beautiful, but invisible Throne, he now sits. . .

It is to his Senior Citizen home he is now sent, His companions — Alzheimer’s disease & Dementia — hand-in-hand to torment, His time {on this earth} nearly, eternally, irredeemably spent. . .

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~ Mood Change–Part II in the

Style of Edgar Allan Poe ~

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~ P R O L O G U E

To

POE ~

Poe in 1849

Like Edgar Allan Poe’s Primeval Poem of Pathology and Pain, Poignancy and Pathos, “The Raven” – published in 1845, but written one year before, Yes! That indeed = 1844.

It was 4 years after this poem, not before, The Church bells tolled the toll, Now Destiny compels U.S. to the Church We the People must speedily and earnestly go,

Because 4 years after “The Raven” = 5 years after he first began to pen this tragic tale of Loss and Woe, In the Year 1844, the time of Judgment Day has arisen as this avenging Raven has come to the Fro from the hellish depths of the Underworld below,

When the Raven hath transfigured into the Grim Reaper and flapped his huge wings one year before — Year 1850 would soon arise from the depths of Hell shall he from hither go, to come for the Soul of [Sir] Edgar Allan Poe. . .

Now, Listen carefully to me, My dearest little Children, you all know how this story will begin ~ Now you know my dear little Child how this macabre tale Loss and Woe will surely go – Here a little, and There a little… To and Fro…

A rap, rap, rapping… {at first faintly, then with an increasing crescendo}… A tap, tap, tapping…, tapping upon his Chamber Door … Only this and everything more…

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~ THE

RAVEN ~

by

Edgar Allan POE

{Excerpt of first stanza}

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.” …

{Scene change, but introspective and foreboding mood remains the same}

One cold, dreary evening I once saw Chief Judge Richard A. Posner sitting quietly, contently studying earnestly at his 7th Circuit Court of Appeals door (or was it the 7th Circuit Court of War?)—

Like Picasso’s Minotaur, rampaging in my mind, in silence to the fore…, Praytell my Mentor, what words of candor, of ardour dost thou abhor or adore?…

Indeed, it was in this Judicial Palace that ‘That Alice’ That Judge Posner, was sitting alone in his office, down the hall from Courtroom #4,

That Judge Posner was writing words against the merger of Law and Morality of whom our Founding Fathers & Constitutional Framers gave their lives, their fortunes, their blood, their sacred Honour to implore,

Inside the inner sanctum of the inner Core, As he had done many, many a times before—

But understand this my Dear Little Children, I wanted him to help me, but in return I would help Judge Richard Posner all the More…

“But How”?!? Said My dearest Little Children in unison to me did they all implore… I answered them — “In Steadfastness, in Support, in Counsel, in Love to adore,” this I must do most urgently and furthermore,

“But Why”?!? Said My dearest Little Children in unison to me did they all implore…

To prove my fidelity to America and to Veritas (Truth), I sent to Judge Posner my “Reply…”, but not for Nevermore—

It was here where I stood silently, observing him imperceptibly, incredulously, intently inside the Shadows — standing on top of that wide, black, dark, liquid macabre floor … “Where were you, Professor Washington?”, said my devoted 3rd Grade students, my little Soldiers spoke in unison to implore—

Wherefore, I stood standing just outside his foreboding, unyielding… but this Night to explore…, Where? Just outside his open Chambers door.

Indeed I beheld him for a moment, maybe a few, the date was June 4, 1996 – at about 6:22. Would I see him? Could I behold him therefore as I did so many times imagined him before. . .?

As the Bell Tolled the Toll — 2 1/2 hours after 4 … but not now, not even during ancient battles of forgotten lore… No! my Friend, not Ever…, not Nevermore. . .

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But before then came another de facto meeting with Judge Posner, these events, in a little detail I must explore, It was on a cool Autumn morn 2 days after my birthday on September 24, 1994.

Would You, Could You, Chief Justice Richard A. Posner grant me this delicious dish of—One Fish, Two Fish, [Red Fish, Blue Fish] Three Fish… 4? … Would he, Could he, grant me my favorite wish as I had dreamed this very beautiful dream on many a’ nights before? —

I wanted to get Judge Posner’s recommendation to gain admission into UChicago’s Graduate Law Program to obtain my LLM degree in Autumn of 1994.

Why? Because my Law degree from John Marshall Law School meant little to nothing from the Law Academy… Yes, all of them, neither did it matter to him, nor to his Judicial decor, Allow me this candor, Because of degrees, Judge Posner had the highest {from Harvard} and of Honorary degrees… perhaps possessed so many, many more.

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“Vanity of Vanites! All is Vanity! saith the Preacher, saith that Great and Wise King Solomon in the Book of Ecclesiastes declared before, during past times of old and legendary lore…, Of bygone days of ancient and forgotten yore,…

Of VERITAS and Righteousness, Of Judgment and Of Justice that all the Prophets and all the Evangelists of antiquity did declare and boldly implore.

{foreboding mood change, bordering on depression}

To all my Dearest Little Children I am so very, very sorry to thee I most adore… To my Little Children ages 2 x 4 + 1 or 2 more. I tried so very, very hard to ‘make it’ to become a ‘success’ in American society, our Republic! born on July 4…, But the hour is late – I am aged now, not young as before—

‘How old are You’? said my 3rd Grade Students, my little 8 & 9-year-old Soldiers all standing at attention outside my School House door…, Indeed my dearest little Children I am getting up there in age as I told you before. . . My age now? = 3 + 3 Score—

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I even took the B.A.R. [British Accredited Registry] exam–1-2-3-4 + 1 more?!? Did I pass the B.A.R…exam? The Raven answered me with bitter sarcasm Xs 4. . . Never… Ever… Never… Nevermore!

But this impossible and brutalist B.A.R. exam cost me my marriage, My Joy…! This Democidal, Belial B.A.R. exam it nearly cost me my LIFE I do most solemnly implore.

I almost died of a heart attack…! {5 July 2022}, the day after America’s Birthday on July FouR—

Thank God I did not die on that tragic day of loss galore, For my dearest Son, Stone was my faithful companion on that fateful Day, who drove me speedily to the Hospital driving 50 mph at about half-past-4… But no, not Forevermore…

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I repaid the favor to my Son 20 years before, from Years 2003-2004, I almost lost my only begotten Son, Stone, who they tried in vain to push through the Deep State door.

Thus, in God I Trust, I refused to let these Demonic Leftists in the Department of Mis-Education sacrifice my only begotten Son who was so pure, so innocent, so young, his age = 2 x 4, Thus, I refused to let him fall down into their Secret Society trap floor…

Chief Judge Richard Posner! Can you feel my Profound Pain? I worked so very, very hard to attain,

Chief Judge Richard Posner? Can you feel my Profane Pain? I worked myself almost to Death…, But why was all this miseducation, DEI and Big Lies falling down, down upon me, upon U.S. like rain…? Indeed, was it all in Vain?!?…

{Judge Posner} No, Ellis, I cannot feel your pain, I have no memory now of either Loss or nor Gain, Gone forever from my memories are both Pleasure and Pain.

I now only have these 2 miserable companions–Alzheimer’s {Disease} and Dementia whom never, ever leave me to implore… their outrageous omnipresence are like the Harpies sent by Zeus, avenging Spirits that I can no longer ignore.

Like Post hoc, ergo propter hoc (“after this, therefore because of this”) = a logical fallacy = the error of assuming that one thing caused another because it happened before {the other} like 1+2+3+4…

Our Life was bought for the Price it is Paid! … And not one penny more. As the Bible foretold the Bell has tolled the toll of the Years of Man = 10 years + 3 score!! . . . I am 85 years old now, my time is short… But not for Nevermore …

As I conclude this Poem of Lamentation and Loss, Liberty and failure to Invent, I often wonder, does the Chief Judge Richard A. Posner have the childlike self-awareness, humility, and Love in his heart to Represent…?

To bow his head down to Jesus Christ our Redeemer like King Nebuchadnezzar in the book of Daniel [chap. 4:34-36] to whom the Seer was sent,

Will the exalted Potentate Chief Judge King Richard [“The Lionhearted”] A. Posner earnestly, desperately claps his hands, bow his crowned head of thorns during this Season of Advent…?

To Jesus Christ our Redeemer and King whom from Heaven to U.S., was mercifully and lovingly lent… Now to Chief Judge Richard A. Posner to whom the Angel of Death will soon be sent,

Now, Oh king Richard [“The Lionhearted”] Posner! — Take off thy Crown of Tin, which is thy Crown of Sin to submit, and in humility, humbly and Reverently Repent. . . .

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John the Baptist said, He [Jesus] must increase, I must decrease. ~ John 3:30

{*N.B.: The empty chair above painted by the French Impressionist Manet is to me the most powerful of all his illustrations of Poe’s The Raven because I believe it to be a Transfiguration or Apotheosis metaphor of this Bible verse above dramatizing Poe’s [and Posner’s] ultimate apotheosis}. You can see Manet’s painting of the Soul leaving the chair, but by this action leaves a question as whether this Soul will ascend to Heaven or descend to the Underworld?

~ Professor Ellis Washington, (Improvisations & Musings on Hans Christian Anderson’s The Emperor has New Clothes (1837);

See also, Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven (1845); Several classic children’s books by Dr. Seuss—Green Eggs and Ham; The Cat in the Hat; One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish; How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

*N.B. See generally, Why Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven‘ {1845} Remains an American Classic Poem, by Laura Kiniry (29 Jan. 2015), Smithsonian Magazine. Original illustrations by that iconic French Impressionist painter, Édouard Manet (1832-83).

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