Rescue Those Being Led Away
Proverbs 24:11–12, the twenty-fifth anniversary, and the lie sold to the faithful
By Phillip C. Parrish
Retired U.S. Navy Lieutenant Commander · Intelligence Officer
Producer and Host, Freedom Talk with Phil · Head of Operation Shadow Hunt
9 September 2026 · Two days from the twenty-fifth anniversary of September 11
People in Minnesota were sold a lie about their duty.
They were told a faithful people keep their heads down, smile at the invoice, and call silence “mercy.” They were told naming a thief is unkind. They were told the enemy is whoever makes the room uncomfortable. They were told the work of a Christian in this country is to fund the program, bless the narrative, and leave the paper in the drawer.
That is not the faith. That is a costume the syndicate hung on the church so the till would stay open.
Solomon already wrote the order.
Rescue those who are being taken away to death;
hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter.
If you say, “Behold, we did not know this,”
does not he who weighs the heart perceive it?
Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it,
and will he not repay man according to his work?
— Proverbs 24:11–12
Rescue is a command. Ignorance is not a defense. God weighs the heart. The official who priced the accusation and kept the faucet running does not get a pass because the caption would have been expensive. Neither does the pew that knew and called it “complicated.”
That is the core. Everything else in this state is commentary.
What they sold you
They sold you a Christian nation that behaves like a billing department.
Compassion became a grant. Neighbor became a client. The widow and the orphan became a line item. The parish that actually feeds children got lectured by the corporation that bills the state for children who were never in the room. Farmers, veterans, shopkeepers, and working parents were told their job was to keep producing while the extractors harvested “equity.”
The lie had a moral sound. It always does. Charity without accountability is not mercy. It is cover. I wrote that this week. I will write it until the chairs change.
A producer economy grows food, builds machines, raises children, defends a border, and worships God. A parasite economy grows invoices. Minnesota was turned into a node of the second one and told it was virtue. The people who build this state were processed as bigots for noticing the bill.
Christ is not confused. He cursed the barren fig tree. He drove the money changers out of the temple. He did not appoint a task force to study whether the thieves had a compelling story. He named the den and He cleaned it.
Who the enemy is
The enemy is not “people from somewhere else” as a slogan. Decent families fled mortars. That is real. Using those families as inventory is also real.
The enemy is the operating system.
Architects designed import-for-cash and called the rules equity. Profiteers built the LLC shells, the phantom meal sites, the daycare ghosts, the housing mills, the autism billing. Protectors swing the race card the moment a ledger appears — their product is time. Foot soldiers deliver the useful chaos the week an audit is due.
Jihadist networks want a body count and a recruiting tape. NGO and financial networks want cheap inventory and a permanent emergency. Political machines want a dependent bloc and a cut of every grant. Contractors want the next “stabilization” contract. They do not hold hands. They compete. They also feed each other. Chaos is inventory. Everybody gets paid except the host.
I watched the logistics on paper in 2016–2017: hawala, bulk cash, MSP to Amsterdam to Nairobi to Mogadishu. Suitcases. Hundreds of thousands a hit. Nonprofits already flagged for phantom daycare. Treasury had already designated hawalas as al-Shabaab fronts. The paper was never missing. The signature was.
That is a supply line, not a sermon.
September 11 is not a closed file
Two days from the twenty-fifth anniversary they will tell you to remember the dead and move on. Remember the dead. Seven were Minnesotans. Thomas Burnett Jr. — Bloomington roots — was on Flight 93. He did not “move on.” He fought the cockpit.
I remember the watch floor.
August 15, 2001: a flight school in Eagan called Minneapolis FBI. The student wanted a 747 and did not want to land it. Field agents wrote the World Trade Center in their notes weeks early. Headquarters would not pay for the next signature. Naming the threat was cheap. Making the institution act was expensive.
Nineteen years later, staff at the Minnesota Department of Education were told a nonprofit was billing millions of meals it was not serving. Feeding Our Future answered with a Human Rights Act caption. The Legislative Auditor later wrote that legal risk and media exposure affected what MDE did and did not do. Payments continued. The state did not sign the accusation. The United States Attorney did. Convictions followed. The state desk still will not own the operating system.
Two Minnesota calls. Both correct. Twenty-five years apart. The truth was not absent. It was unsigned.
That is Proverbs 24:12 in a government building. “Behold, we did not know this.” He who weighs the heart perceived it. He who keeps watch over the soul knew it. He will repay according to the work.
Benghazi on the eleventh anniversary was the same signature in another theater: narrative first, American blood second, talking points after the bodies were counted. Minnesota later ran the reflex in nursing homes, secret emails, and programs that kept billing after the convictions. Different building. Same culture.
What rescue looks like here
Rescue is not a hashtag and it is not a jersey.
Rescue is holding back the ones staggering toward slaughter — the child billed as a meal, the family processed by a model that treats the father as the problem, the producer drained to keep the invoice machine warm, the parish school told it is the problem while the corporation cashes the grant.
Rescue is paper, lists, configuration. Audits that name architects, not just the convenient defendant. Clawbacks. FARA for foreign principals holding meetings on Minnesota soil. Temporary protection that is actually temporary. Honest weights. A border that exists. Schools that teach instead of launder. A farmer in Goodhue County who keeps his land. A miner on the Range who can work without a decade of permission theater. A veteran who collects what he was promised. A mother who can walk a block without calculating which gang owns it.
That is a vision ordinary Minnesotans can recognize without a consultant. It is a constitutional republic remembering what it is.
If a candidate will talk “fraud” and will not name the schedule — the caption that makes the official accusation too expensive — they are not fighting theft. They are managing the calendar. Club or country. Jersey or citizens. Extractors or producers. There is still time to choose. There is not time to pretend the choice already happened.
The work
I blew the whistle on daycare fraud in 2017–18. I was told I was premature. Then came Feeding Our Future. Then the mills. Then the lectures about stigma. The facts were never missing. They were priced.
Operation Shadow Hunt does not exist to whip producers into a get-out-the-vote shop for a title. It exists to thicken the nodes with source documents. Gate on the ground. Gate on the treasury. Keep the paper.
On September 11, remember the dead by telling the truth they were denied while they were still breathing. Do not let anyone sell you a closed file.
Rescue those being led away.
Hold back those staggering to the slaughter.
Do not say you did not know.
Christ is King.
Starve the invoice machine.
Keep the paper.
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Phillip C. Parrish
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