They Should Let You Rest In Peace:
We Knew You Were No Government Patsy
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Tim, I Know that you would despise being portrayed as a pathetic patsy for your government to do what it wanted you to do. You did not sell your soul to the devil as some would claim. Four years have passed and rumous still swarm like vermin in various parts of the Internet. I know that you used a computer back in the 1980's, but then gave it up. It was just as well that you did that, because it has mutated from an exciting wealth of information and a grand forum in which we could all meet and co-mingle to a den of depravity, lies and muckraking. I bought a computer and went online at the end of 1994, when things still resembled what the original purpose of the Internet was all about, but several years later, I came up against a human firewall---that is, some negative and dangerous denizens who would challenge and shake all that was good about the cybernetic world.
Tim, fortunately, you did not live to see your name being slandered and poisoned, re-constructed by those who would have the world believe that you had no mind of your own, that you were so pathetic and easily led that you would forfeit your honour and respect to cowtow to the very government you despised.
Tim, you were a soldier, not a blind follower. Your courage under fire sustained you far longer than your life would have allowed. You had dug yourself in so deep with the events of the Waco disaster that there was no way out for you. You never shirked your responsibility. Those who have never served in the military have no idea of what that truly means. My grandfather fought in World War II and was overseas in Britain for four years. Once a soldier, always a soldier. He kept his head held high, no matter what damage was heaped upon his head. He taught me well and I will never forget him and what he gave me. So I know that nobody devoid of courage and a sense of firm resolve could ever be a soldier. It just doesn't happen.
Tim, there will always be those who attempt, albeit with futility, to re-mold you into their personal hand puppet, to do with as they see fit. That is not love and that certainly isn't compassion and understanding. There are still those of us who will keep perpetuating an image of you forged in the fabric of reality. Don't let them win.