Polls tell us that 27 percent of Americans aged 60 or older live by themselves, more than anywhere else in the world. Older people in other countries, on the other hand, most often live with an extended family, as was once common here. Even older married couples tend to live without anyone else; more childless married couples, or those without children at home, live in the United States than the rest of the world. We’re number one! USA! USA!
I’ve been thinking about what is a very real epidemic of loneliness, especially in America. Rugged individualism gone wild. A lot of this is due to the unfortunate prevalence of dysfunctional immediate and extended families. I know very few families where there isn’t an often inexplicable dispute between parents and children, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles, or cousins. Many of the lonely I have known personally have been in this situation. Rejected by their parents, or having rejected them. Not talking to a sibling or sibling for years, even decades. Ostracized from their children or grandchildren. Facing the sad prospects of old age alone. Is this what anyone really wants?
Sociologist Eric Klinenberg’s new book, Going Solo: The Extraordinary Rise and Surprising Appeal of Living Alone documents the emerging “singleton” demographic, which he calls the “biggest unnamed social change of the last 50 years.” While Klinenberg tries to spin this optimistically, I consider it an anti-human, anti-culture tragedy of the highest magnitude. We often hear a lot of rhetoric, especially from conservatives, about “family.” But in reality, America rejected traditional family values many decades ago. The explosion of nursing homes in the last half of the twentieth century alone is testament to that.
While there are no doubt some hale and hearty exceptions to the rule; frontier-like throwbacks, I think most people who live alone do so involuntarily. Males, especially, are prone to the loneliness phenomenon. I have known many, and still know many. By and large, these males are alone because they couldn’t attract a mate. Again, there are exceptions, but in the vast majority of these cases, the male wasn’t being overly picky. The women were. If things are bad now, just wait until all the Incels out there start aging. Maybe they can program the sex dolls to engage in some kind of meaningful conversations.
I’ve known lonely women, too, but that is far more rare. Mostly, lonely women are either incredibly eccentric or mentally ill. And not attractive enough to compensate for that. Men will tolerate a whole lot of quirkiness if a female is good looking. In reality, almost all women can find somebody. Males are not renowned for being choosy, as mothers used to be about Jif peanut butter, according to the advertisers.
The statistics tell a sobering story. In 1950, 22 percent of American adults were single, accounting for 9 percent of all households. Today, more than 50 percent of American adults are single; about one out of every seven live alone. They comprise 28 percent of all households. For the elderly, the difference between America and the rest of the world is stark. While 2/3 or more of older people in countries like Iraq and India live with younger family members, only 6 percent of Americans do. Thanks to cultural drift, powered to a great extent by nonstop media and “educational” propaganda, most American children and grandchildren reflexively put Grandma and Grandpa in what everyone- even they- recognize are monstrous, expensive facilities where they will be mistreated. And have their fortunes depleted.
You know the brainwashing has been effective when children are willing to lose their financial legacy, just for the convenience of not having to take care of those who changed their diapers, fed and clothed them, and taught them all they needed to know. Money usually talks. But not in the case of our elderly, who are treated abominably in this country. In the Asian world, in Africa, in the Middle East- basically all the nonwhite cultures- elders are given the greatest respect by all. I remember being in a Korean friend’s home a few decades back, and watching how all the females in the home- and it was a very un-American like extended household of children and their spouses- waited on him, as the patriarch of the manor, like he was royalty.
Americans don’t refer to their older members of the population as “elders.” But we do get all those cool senior citizen discounts. Isn’t that enough? Sure, there are a lot of older people who have accumulated years, but learned very little. They can certainly be as ignorant as those younger than them. But the concept of honoring age is, I think, a good one. It doesn’t have to be a mindless tribute, but older people ought to be accorded what used to be called “respect for your elders.” I can’t think of anything sadder than the elderly, some still coherent enough to feel loneliness, bored beyond measure in their tiny rest home room, waiting in vain for a loved one to visit. This has been sadly exacerbated over the past year, of course, thanks to the absurd, unconstitutional COVID restrictions.
I have known people who, because they died alone, weren’t discovered for several days. “Wellness checks” are another aspect of the “new normal” that we all know and love in America 2.0. A close friend who undoubtedly would have been in such a situation had, I guess you’d call it the good fortune, to drop dead at a restaurant one morning in 2016. Otherwise, it would have been me calling the police to check on him, after not hearing from him for a few days. Like too many, he had several siblings. I saw how little they cared about him at the memorial service, as they kept furtively checking their watches. Like so many other lonely people, he deserved a better fate.
We are all social creatures. Yes, there are the outlier true loners, who prefer no other company. But almost all of us like to have someone around; to talk to, to hug, to advise and take advice from. You don’t find loners in the animal kingdom. If we can’t count on our blood relatives to love us enough to at least check up regularly on us, then what can we count on? Some of those I know who live alone have been cast aside by “religious” parents, who go to a nondenominational church regularly. Love your enemy? No one does that, least of all the very devout. Love your neighbor? No, but call the police if their car has expired license tags. Love your children? I guess not, in some cases.
Maybe I care so much about the subject because I hate being alone. I fear being left alone. I don’t think my children would ever abandon me, but maybe other parents didn’t think so, either. The Clint Eastwood movie Gran Torino powerfully exposed what is an all too common dynamic in modern American families. I guess if they could get most American women to see babies as impersonal “fetuses” that have no rights, they can demonize the elderly. Remember all those TV shows and movies where the adult man or woman is distraught over an upcoming visit from their parent/s. It’s depicted as a traumatizing event, not as a welcoming reunion with your closest loved ones.
We are often coldly reminded that we go out of this world the same way we came in- alone, and with nothing. I wish all the Americans utterly devoted to adopting rescue dogs and cats could save a bit of that empathy and compassion for their parents, or children, or siblings, or grandparents, or lonely aunts and uncles. If you can’t stand to visit a lonely loved one in person, or even give them a weekly phone call, at least buy them a life alert, or make sure they have a cell phone. Sometimes, they don’t die from heart attacks. Or broken hearts. They can easily fall, and not be able to summon help in time. Didn’t we all watch the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” commercial?
Charity begins at home, says the wise but oft-ignored old adage. America does the opposite, whether it’s a foreign policy giving aid to other countries instead of our own needy citizens, or individuals opting to donate to soulless charities that use most of the contributions for overhead expenses, or rescuing animals, rather than taking in a loved one who’s all alone in the world. Or even interact regularly with them. No free healthcare for even the poorest Americans, but illegal immigrants pay no medical expenses. Your money’s no good here, amigo! Our horrendous government has put the interests of average Americans last for a long time. Why, though, do so many individual Americans put their own loved ones last?
All the lonely people out there, like all the homeless ones, have a story to tell. How they wound up lonely. How they ended up being homeless. I don’t think very many choose to be alone. The relatives who neglect them, however, do choose to do so. I have so many friends on social media who are alone. I’ve spoken to some on the phone. One of them recently vanished from Facebook, and I’ve lost her number. I worry about her. I hope her family cares enough to check on her. I chat and text with other lonely people I’ve never met. So many are starving for attention. And affection. Maybe I’ll start a Lonely Hearts chat service. While some lonely people are understandably suicidal, not all are. We have suicide prevention hotlines. Why not loneliness prevention hotlines?
If you have a relative living alone, call them. Better yet, go see them in person. Bring them some carryout, or preferably a home cooked meal. The Incels need sex. The lonely need companionship. A pat on the back. An assurance that they haven’t been forgotten. Giving is better than receiving. Helping others can be incredibly rewarding. As someone once said, the best deeds are those that can never be repaid. Do onto others.
One of the most memorable passages in English literature comes from Shakespeare’s As You Like It:
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts….”
The Kinks notably sang, “Everybody’s a Star.” One of the most intriguing films ever made, 1998’s The Truman Show, carried this idea to its logical conclusion. I have been haunted by this ever since, and played around with the concept in my unpublished novel The Simulators, which I think is the best thing I’ve ever written. We probably all have thought, at one time or another, that we’re being pranked here. And they’re all in on it.
I’ve had the pleasure of communicating with many older entertainers over the past few years, while researching my upcoming book On Borrowed Fame: Money, Mysteries, and Corruption in the Entertainment World. Most of them have been nicer than I would have expected. The underlying premise of the book is that fame has a very short life span for almost all who attain it. Maybe they were arrogant and nasty when they were A-listers. No present A-lister is going to answer my inquiries.
I can relate to all the musicians I communicated with, who sold millions of records and usually received few if any royalties, every time I look at my own royalty statements. The artist, the creator of any work of art gets only a fraction of the money that those who sell it get. I would have to sell hundreds of thousands of copies of each book to become wealthy from them. Needless to say, I have a ways to go to reach those figures. So start buying! And telling others.
Most musicians play because they love it. Most actors act because they love it. Most writers, like me, write because we love it. A small percentage of musical artists, and actors, and writers, become very rich. But the vast majority don’t. The size of the stage, or the reach of the platform, varies greatly. But like Bela Lugosi memorably put in the same high level performance even when he was starring in ridiculous Ed Wood productions, most artists try their best, even if the club is nearly empty, and the pay is laughable. I know that’s the way I approach every show I do; I assume millions are tuning in, even when I know the audience is small.
Each of our lives call for those “many parts” Shakespeare referred to. We are children, and teenagers, young adults, middle-aged, and elderly (if we make it that far). Most of us “play the parts” of sibling, aunt or uncle, parent and grandparent. We grieve when it’s appropriate, and celebrate when we should. Sometimes, the tears and laughter are forced or staged. We feign cordiality, and talk behind others’ backs. “The most acceptable form of hypocrisy,” Ambrose Bierce called it.
When someone asks us “does this make me look fat,” do we answer honestly? Usually not, since the person asking the question knows they are fat and is looking for validation. We lie- we act– to make them feel better. If a friend bakes us something, and wants to know “if it tastes alright,” do we ever tell them, “well, no it doesn’t- I can’t eat this?” But that kind of acting is part of civility, and hardly nefarious.
More often, people use subterfuge to get what they want. I stopped lending money to friends when I was very young. A buddy of mine took my $75, got his guitar out of hock and fled to Florida. I never heard from him again. What kind of moral compass do you have to end a friendship over $75? A girl I cared deeply about was always struggling financially. I lent her $500 so she could buy a junky used car (this was the mid-1970s). She paid me maybe $100 or so, then moved away. I tried to contact her without success. She was one of the nicest people I ever met. That was a really disillusioning experience. How many other friends are simply acting like they care about us?
I discovered, after being fired so unfairly three years ago, that I really didn’t have any friends at the place I’d worked for my entire adult life- forty four years. Those we work with, like those we went to school with, invariably drift apart. They seem like friends, and often we socialize with them like friends, but once the work or school connection is severed, so is the friendship. People I shared the most intimate details of my life with, and who shared theirs with me, never even called me after I was fired. I was replaced, as so many others have been replaced, by someone else who became their “friend.” I contend that this all requires some kind of acting ability.
Someday I may write a book about the epidemic of dysfunction in American families. I know of countless tragic examples. Caused by irrational pride and petty slights. So many parents estranged from their children. Siblings who become strangers. Isn’t there a biological bond there, a love that shouldn’t be so easily shattered? Did they really never care for each other? Were they, too, just acting?
Does any politician speak without acting? They are never genuine, and are essentially reading scripts. Every parent conspires, in a worldwide long running production, to pretend that Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy exist, to make their children happy. That certainly contributes to the magic of childhood, but makes for a rude awakening eventually. It’s a wonder more youngsters don’t feel betrayed.
In the world I cover most often, leaders at all levels engage in histrionics to sell false narratives to the public. Oswald killed JFK. Crazed Arabs did 9/11. In the Beginning, there was this giant ball. White Supremacy is our greatest threat. COVID-19 is a deadly pandemic. It takes tremendous acting ability to sell those narratives. And lack of conscience. They are essentially in full Santa Claus/Easter Bunny mode 24/7. Maybe that is hard work.
Those who misrule us subject us to the most laughable inversions of reality imaginable. These are most often promulgated in the putrid products from Hollywood. White street criminals rule all the big cities. Half of all relationships are interracial. Transgenders are a huge, powerful section of the population. Upward mobility exists. Any female can easily beat up any male. We have to send our youth to far flung parts of the world to “fight for freedom.” Trust the “science.” And the “experts.” Race is a social construct, but nonwhites- especially Blacks- are “special” constructs. All positive stereotypes apply to them. Free speech doesn’t cover “hate speech.”
The Greek philosopher Diogenes is still remembered- by the small portion of the public that isn’t historically illiterate- as searching for an honest man. Diogenes- a classic Thespian- garnered attention by walking around in daylight holding a lantern. Naturally, this attracted attention, and he replied to any inquiries by declaring he was looking for an honest man. Nice gimmick. Still being talked about over two thousand years later.
Mark Twain reminded us that truth is stranger than fiction. But what are we being ruled by, if not fiction? Fairy tales of lone nut assassins, false flags, broken promises, incomprehensible and preposterous theories and dictates, double standards, injustice, unfairness, sanitized McHistory, etc. Only duplicitous and two-faced people can sell such whoppers. Peddling such conventional “wisdom” must be harder than the work that has made telemarketers so beloved. The business world is rule by actors, trying to convince the public that their identically priced product is better than the “competition.” Pay extra for our extended warranty! Get your “free” trial- pay only shipping and handling!
Those running this mess- doing the hand’s on work of keeping the lies and coverups going- are the poor players Shakespeare again wrote about, that “struts and frets his hour upon the stage.” The puppet masters at the top don’t have to engage in theatrics themselves. But they’re in charge of the production. They choose the directors, and script writers, and lead actors. But it doesn’t take much acting skill to fool the world’s audience. They will applaud and hiss on cue. They’ve been buying the product being sold for a very long time. They aren’t about to boycott any part of it. Their masks, and social distancing, and double vaccines, demonstrate this better than anything else ever has.
What does it say about human nature that so many people, in retail, in sales, and elsewhere, have to pretend- to act- in order to be cordial? Are they that messed up? Or are too any of those they have to deal with messed up? We’ve become so cynical that when someone offers to do something nice, our alarm meter goes off. What’s his motivation? Isn’t that what the method actors used to say? Surely, he must want something in return. Everybody wants something. I believe that’s one of the reasons Tim Tebow is despised by so many. What a goody two-shoes! Nobody is that nice. He must really be a monster in private.
What does a practitioner of the world’s oldest profession do other than act? Pretending to be aroused. Pretending while being intimate. How many women in divorce cases chide their ex-husbands with, “I was always acting” in terms of just how sexually pleased she’d been with him? How many have long-running affairs and manage to conceal them with Academy Award-level deception? How many men tell their conquests, “Of course I love you, baby,” and then never call them back? How many women tell the hapless inhabitants of the “friend zone” that they aren’t looking for loose sex, while hooking up repeatedly in private with the lucky guys the Incels call Chads?
Read the fine print on every contract. Those pressuring you to sign them are often not acting in your best interests. But they are acting. Acting is, when you come down to it, a form of dishonesty. Pretending to be something you aren’t. Most salespersons do that every day. Like a good neighbor, you’re in good hands. Offer a warranty that the company will find some reason not to honor. Guarantees that are another misleading part of the production.
Some of the greatest professional actors had unknowable personalities. What was Lon Chaney really like? Jack Nicholson? Johnny Depp? When you play so many different characters, your real persona gets lost in the shuffle. I’m told that Depp is among those actors that often “stays in character” in private life. Bela Lugosi was buried in his Dracula cape, Colonel Sanders in his distinctive white suit. Frank Sinatra took his beloved Jack Daniels and Camel cigarettes into the Great Beyond with him. I suppose sometimes you can take it with you. How does an actor fall in love in real life, when they’ve done so many scripted romantic scenes with others paid to pretend to care for them?
In recent years, the alternative media did a great job of convincing many that widely reported events could be hoaxes. With crisis actors. Who most assuredly do exist. I recounted many examples of staged shooter incidents at schools, in my book Bullyocracy. Crisis actors are admittedly hired for these deviant events, complete with fake blood. Just like the “conspiracy theorists” speculate regarding Sandy Hook, the Boston Bombing, and so many other events. Once you watch enough of the witnesses to these purported tragedies, you recognize very little predictable or believable responses. You do, however, see all the earmarks of acting. Crisis acting.
I realize that most of us have a little larceny in our hearts. I don’t blindly trust many people. But I don’t automatically mistrust them, either. I do, however, bear in mind that on this world stage, we are merely players. Acting, to varying degrees, every day of our lives. Loving and hating, but mostly in a measured way, weighing the vagaries of the story of our lives against real and contrived emotion. Is it live or Memorex? Are we recording? That’s a wrap!
Am I the only one that, keeping The Truman Show in mind, half suspects that there are props and staging going on all around us? That unseen directors manipulate events, even in individual lives? That perhaps some of our closest contacts could be acting in their own interests, or at the behest of others? I guess I’ve watched Invasion of the Body Snatchers too many times. Everyone has acting ability. All the world’s a stage.
I take things too personally. I admit it. My persecution complex is very real and deep seated. We are the sum products of our upbringing, education, and influences. As an elementary and middle school aged child, I was obese before it was fashionable. Picture Eric Cartman- that’s basically what I looked like. It pains me to admit I had a bit of his snarky attitude as well. My biting young wit probably prevented me from being regularly bullied.
By the time I entered fifth grade, there was no hiding the fact I was much larger than the other kids. To my horror, I realized what this meant in terms of other kids liking me. One of my best friends just started ignoring me and said we weren’t friends any longer. Another kid who lived near me, someone I’d played with often, again just told me in no uncertain terms to leave him alone. They didn’t even want to talk to me. Just because I was fat. While that wasn’t really garden variety bullying, it hurt tremendously and left emotional scars. There is no doubt that being an overweight child was one of the influences for my book Bullyocracy.
Two incidents from my childhood formed this persecution complex within me. As an armchair psychologist, I recognize this clearly now. When I was eleven, I was an exceptional baseball player. Especially considering my ridiculously overweight body. I won the Little League batting title, and in one of the true highlights of my life, got the game winning hit in the championship game. The other kids tried to carry me off the field, but I was too fat. No one from my family was there to see it, adding to my baggage, and there wasn’t much reaction when I told them. Still, it was glorious to experience something like that. Most people never do.
At the awards banquet after that season, when they were handing out individual championship trophies, the coach (a stern, military officer, like all my childhood coaches) made a brief speech about each player. When it came to me, this guy didn’t mention my hit that won the championship. He didn’t mention my winning the batting title. He glossed over my pitching- which he stopped me from doing after the opposing teams and too many parents snickered and made comments about my weight. Apparently this negative attention was more important than the fact I was pretty dominant on the mound, too, and won him the few games he let me pitch.
This coach, in fact, treated me like a player at the end of the roster- the kind that participation rules require you to play at least three innings every game. The kind they hide in right field. He made some generic comments that could have applied to any random player, and I tried not to show my disappointment. And this coach put the cherry on top by not naming me to the All Star team. I lost a lot of my enthusiasm for baseball after that.
A few years later, when I was in eighth grade, and at my obese peak (5’1 and 175 pounds), I still had the self-confidence to try out for the Middle School basketball team. I wanted to be a Rimrocker more than anything. They held an open tryout, and again despite my laughable appearance, I dominated the scrimmage game. Every shot I flung up (and yes, I was a bit of a gunner) went in, and I scored more points than any other kid- it wasn’t even close. I even stole the ball a few times and waddled in for layups. The other players went from giggling and mocking to astonishment. A few even patted me on the back in acknowledgement of my performance.
At the end of tryouts, the P.E. teacher/coach called out twelve names. Mine was one of them. It felt surreal to walk up and get the papers from him for my parents to sign. Many of the kids congratulated me. This was on a Friday. I told my family, but again there was little reaction. But I was on cloud nine all weekend long. That Saturday, one of the most popular kids in the school rode his bike over to my house to hang out with me. It was beginning to dawn on me that this was going to change my life. I couldn’t wait for school on Monday, to receive more kudos from my peers.
But early Monday morning, the coach called me into his office. He avoided looking me in the eye as he confessed that he’d made a “mistake.” He’d actually meant to call out another boy, who had a similar last name. I knew this was absurd. He saw me walk up- and I definitely didn’t look like that kid or anyone else there- and handed me the papers. But what could I say or do? I was crushed. It was like the prettiest girl in school breaking a prom date as you pull up to her house in the limousine. It wasn’t hard to tell my family- again, there wasn’t much of a reaction. But everyone in the school knew. At least I wasn’t teased about it. I think even they knew there was something very wrong about this.
I still process these two events in my mind, which is probably counterproductive. Did someone tell the coach he couldn’t let an obese kid on the team? Did they realize they didn’t have a uniform that big? Did he fear that I would be the butt of too much cruel taunting, much as had been the case in Little League Baseball, and that this would negatively impact the team? Ultimately, it was inexplicable, but it ignited my sensitivities like never before.
The therapists tell people like me, “you’re talking things personally, and the truth is others are just not thinking of you.” That may be the case, but once it becomes ingrained in your mind, you start to notice everything. You compare how others are treated. You develop a complex. Fortunately, my immense self-confidence offsets the persecution complex somewhat. But your spidey sense goes off way too easily. When my kids were young, I started noticing perceived slights that they were subjected to. I had transferred my persecution complex onto them. I never made it much of an issue, though, because I didn’t want to embarrass them. So I just let it fester.
I achieved my greatest career goal in 2007, when I first became a published author. Not many people reach that kind of goal, and I am very grateful for it. But it opened up a whole new area for my persecution complex to wander around in. I haven’t had many negative reviews, so that wasn’t really an issue. Instead, as my notoriety grew in our niched conspiracy world, I began noticing the jockeying for position, and the juvenile hierarchal games being played. We are all big fish to varying degrees, in a pretty small pond. I don’t kid myself that anyone outside the world of alternative media knows who I am. Many inside the alternative media don’t know who I am. I’m not delusional.
Despite the unexpected success of my first nonfiction book, Hidden History, I have had to accept the fact that the most logical readership base for it- the JFK assassination research community- has largely ignored it. Several of these people- whom I’ve known in a cyber sense for many years- have deleted me on Facebook because of my COVID and/or Trump posts. When you suffer from a persecution complex, this really stings. You feel a real sense of rejection. Some of them were people who raved about my posts on JFK forums, or who interviewed me on their shows. But at least I can rationalize the JFK people, because most do not share my views on other subjects.
It’s the people who I seem to be in lockstep agreement with about most everything, that nevertheless don’t invite me back on their shows (after raving on air about how fabulous I am, and how they have to have me back for multiple appearances), that really baffle me. That just triggers my persecution complex. Or guests I’ve had on my radio show, sometimes more than once, who simply don’t answer my emails, tweets, or Facebook messages any more.
And so I wonder now, as I wondered then; what did I do? Why do people that agree with me on the issues, and who seemed to love me, stop communicating with me? With no explanation? I don’t expect people to be as anal as I am about answering emails, or liking Facebook posts. Few are as prompt in this regard as my wonderful friend John Barbour. But I don’t get never getting an answer at all. Is it entirely my persecution complex at play here, that is offended? Isn’t it rude not to respond to interview requests, or when someone sends you an autographed book? Are most people just clueless, or uncaring? Are the therapists right- they aren’t thinking of me?
I have stopped posting on Facebook, except to promote interviews or my writing. I have the maximum amount of 5000 friends, and 95 percent of them wanted to be connected to me. They sent me friend requests. Many included a note about my book or books, or blog, or interviews, telling me how great I am. But then almost all of these people disappear into a black hole on my page. No likes or comments. Ever. So why did they want to be hooked up with me in the first place? Whether I am being shadow banned, or these alleged fans just have no more interest in what I have to say, it is tiresome to get so few responses. And again, the persecution complex kicks in, and I compare myself with others on Facebook, and Twitter, whose standing in the conspiracy world is no higher than mine, and can’t help but see how much more support they get.
I am fully aware of how uncivil Americans have become in general. I guess parents stopped teaching their children to say “thank you” when appropriate. My wife and I would always be shocked at how few people bothered to RSVP to a birthday party or whatever. These were educated, middle-class people. Perhaps I have unrealistic expectations. Maybe manners are another relic from America 1.0. Is what I perceive as a personal slight just symptomatic of the general deterioration in society of empathy and politeness? Even among my “awake” comrades?
I’ve resorted to begging here, on Facebook and Twitter, on my radio show. Asking people who’ve told me how much they loved one or all of my books to please give it a good rating on Goodreads and Amazon. Since almost none of them appear willing to take the 30 seconds or so to do this, it seems highly unlikely that they’d bother contributing financially via PayPal. Others doing the exact same thing I am, and in most cases not doing as much, are getting people to contribute to their PayPals, or Patreon, or whatever accounts. I’m living out my dream as a full-time writer, but the pay is akin to working at McDonald’s. They tell me I have to mention this more, but it feels uncomfortable, and I’m obviously not very good at it. For the record, my PayPal is email@example.com.
I understand why I relate so well to Woody Allen. I basically have many personality characteristics of a neurotic Jew. Constantly judging how others are looking at me, questioning their motives. Narcissistically obsessing how things are impacting me. If I could afford it, I’d be talking to a therapist every day. Not that I’d listen to their advice, or even respect them, mind you. But I need a sounding board, like Allen, Howard Stern, and other self-absorbed celebrities who can pay for one. My ego has been stroked enough to make it swell. I can’t imagine living with an ego the size of famous actors, athletes, or rock stars. No wonder so many of them act the way they do.
But the most difficult thing I’ve had to adjust to as each subsequent book has been released, and I’ve been invited on various media platforms, or communicated with true celebrities, is the total disinterest from almost all of my very large family. Almost every day, people from all over the world contact me, and tell me how much they loved one or more of my books, or my radio show. My family members don’t even acknowledge I have books or a radio show. I stopped talking about them at all at family gatherings. Well, when there were family gatherings. Like so many others I’ve talked to, I’ve had no influence whatsoever on my relatives. Almost every one buys into the pandemic/lockdown/vaccine narrative. They know I won’t get vaxxed, and it’s possible I’ll never see them again because of that.
I came from odd family circumstances. My oldest sister was already a mother when I was born; she is nineteen years my elder. I didn’t really meet her until I was fourteen. My mother had me at age forty six, which would be like sixty six now. I was so much younger than my three siblings that I felt like an only child growing up. My parents were more like my grandparents. My mother thought everything I did was great, so praise from her didn’t mean as much. My father never praised me for anything. When I went on a crash diet between eighth and ninth grades, and lost forty pounds, no one in my family noticed. Literally. I went from Eric Cartman to being a pretty good looking high school freshman. Yet no one recognized this for the accomplishment it was; instead, I was treated the same.
So perhaps it shouldn’t surprise me that my relatives pretty much ignore my late blooming writing career. Apparently, they couldn’t even summon up a congratulations when I totally transformed my appearance as a teenager. Maybe I have a crappy family, I don’t know. Or perhaps that persecution complex kicked in then, and is still being triggered. I think I have lauded my loved ones when it’s been appropriate, but they could see things differently.
I hope this doesn’t sound like I’m indulging in self-pity. My problems are all “first world.” It’s ridiculous for me to complain about them. But I still do. One of the benefits of being a writer is engaging in self-exploration. I have a hyper critical personality. As my loved ones advise me, “give people a break.” But at least I can turn that critical eye on myself. I know my flaws better than anyone. My persecution complex is perhaps my biggest weakness.
I didn’t intend to bore readers with my personal baggage. I could elaborate on my antipathy for the rich, which was triggered at age seven by a monstrous injustice inflicted upon my teenage brother by the daughter of a powerful military General. That incident occurred on the same day JFK was assassinated. Talk about a double whammy psychologically! Two of the most significant events in my life, as it turned out.
It’s cathartic to explore these things. To understand where something originated, even though it seems impossible to combat. I am very appreciative of, and emboldened by, all the kind words of encouragement I regularly receive. We are all imperfect. And fragile enough to be stung by “the slings and arrows” of neglect or criticism. Rest assured that I am thankful for each and every one of you who take the time to read what I write or listen to what I have to say.
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I get weary of constantly posting pessimistic thoughts. I try to summon the Frank Capra-part of my personality, but it’s been overwhelmed by a deluge of Orwellian tyranny. It can’t break past the Plandemic. Or the never-ending lockdown. Or the increased censorship. Or all the unpunished fraud and corruption. Looking for a fairy tale ending, or a light at the end of this draconian tunnel, is like cold-calling as a telemarketing representative. Just as it takes a special soul to weather all the angry hang ups in telemarketing, it takes a special soul to withstand the nonstop negativity in our present troubled world. How many times can you keep bouncing up from the canvas, when the referee has tied your arms behind your back? The game is rigged, and most of the people not only can’t see that, but continue to actively cheer on those who are rigging it.
I’m a sensitive guy. The kind women claim to love. I want everyone to like me. So when former cyber friends delete me on social media, as far too many have, it hurts. I understand why; in almost every case, it has been because of my writing about this “pandemic,” which I call the Greatest Psyop in the History of the World. All the residual effects of the deadly Trump Derangement Syndrome have been channeled into this virus. Those who continue to irrationally hate Trump/Goldstein are clinging to their masks and embracing every restriction on their liberties that our corrupt leaders devise. This is the only disease we’ve ever seen where people want it to be worse than even the fear porn artists say it is. Some of my old friends are seriously suggesting that we should just continue to wear the masks forever.
When you have talked to the whistleblowers I have, and the recurring theme is that their own families virtually never support them, you become even less hopeful. It does make my own experience, of having my niece delete me on Facebook, or old friends telling me I’m “dangerous” for doubting the Great Plandemic, a little more understandable. Misery loves company, and all that. But it does quell the urge to blow the whistle, when your own family and close friends not only aren’t understanding, but actually resent you for it. Nobody likes the unpopular, and no one is more unpopular than a whistleblower.
My nature was nurtured by a bitter, alcoholic father, and a bubbly, upbeat mother. I am grateful everyday for my mother, whose sunny, laughing persona counteracted my father’s dark cynicism. It’s no mystery why I was drawn to the writings of Ambrose Bierce, the most famous literary cynic, as well as Frank Capra’s populist-themed films, which featured implausible but delightfully attractive fairy tale endings. Yin and Yang. However, considering how thoroughly the dark side seems to be winning at this point, my perspective is more skewed than ever now to Bierce rather than Capra. I still sometimes turn to Bierce’s The Devil’s Dictionary for comfort.
My favorite novel of all time is 1984. I have written about how this whole plandemic/lockdown psyop has incorporated so much of Orwell’s language. Recently, a coalition formed to pressure Joe Biden into establishing a Disinformation Task Force. Among the groups lobbying for this include Pen America, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, and most laughably, an outfit calling themselves Free Press. One of their quotes bears repeating. “We know that fighting disinformation also means remaining vigilant against censorship and other threats to free expression,” stated Matt Bailey, director of Pen America’s Digital Freedom Program. “We also know that disinformation itself is a profound threat to free speech, because it prevents the robust exchange of ideas and sows distrust and polarization.”
This is today’s Left in all its glory. So “fighting disinformation” equates to counteracting “threats to free expression?” Kind of like we dropped the bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to save lives. They ought to just drop all pretenses and create a literal Thought Police patrol. Because that’s exactly what Orwellian terms like “hate speech,” “conspiracy theories,” and “disinformation” are; attempts to control and punish thoughts unfriendly to, and unwelcomed by, the government and its sycophants in media. They are contending that “conspiracy theorists” are “yelling fire in a crowded theater,” much like they claimed Eugene Debs and other WWI protesters were “shouting fire” by protesting the war.
With the disappearance of Trump from the national scene, we are back to cold reality. Not even a fake White Hat in sight. The evil virtue signalers are in charge of everything in society now, and they are wielding their authority like a gaggle of Genghis Khans. The stupid, Republican “opposition” stands for nothing, and will apologize for things they never said, never intended to do, and never believed, on cue when ordered to. They have been labeled Recucklicans for good reason. No one with a large public platform is on our side. Tucker Carlson is about the best you’re going to get. Years of scoffing at “conspiracy theorists” brought us to this point. You don’t “trust the plan” when the planners are demented, eugenicist elitists.
Maybe we go back to the “all change is local” tactic. Try to overturn the tyranny from the bottom up, instead of looking to the top, where the corruption is most obvious. Perhaps we can start with a few honest dog catchers. This plandemic and lockdown has exposed the rot at the middle and lower levels of the system. The Lori Lightfoots and Rachel Levines of the world used to be unknown outside their spheres of influence. Now we know that the states and cities are full of this kind of monumentally incompetent leadership. Mayors used to be spoofed on television programs like Green Acres and The Andy Griffith Show. The real mayors we’ve watched oversee such shocking incompetence over the past year don’t have any comedic value. You can’t laugh at compromised buffoons presiding over the destruction of the country.
Literary giants of the past recognized how bad those in charge historically have been. Jonathan Swift talked about the judges of the eighteenth century being so corrupt you couldn’t bribe them to do the right thing. Charles Dickens lambasted British leadership for being “experts in how not to get it done.” Our modern leaders are so devoted to chicanery and crime that it would be hard to bribe them into doing anything good. And virtually every present-day leader, at every level, in unquestionably skilled in “how not to get it done.” There’s always another country to bomb, or a corporate bailout to fund, instead of addressing that Third World infrastructure. Misplaced priorities and naked hypocrisy rule.
I am so grateful for all the messages of support I get, from people all over the world. They are what keeps me going. Knowing that I’m having an impact makes it all worthwhile. Despite my incessant complaining and default gloominess, I get far more positive than negative feedback. There are lots of trolls, but I don’t feed them too much. I’m told I am too tolerant of them, but I guess that’s part of being a civil libertarian. As I’ve told some of them, at least they’re paying attention. They’re reading and listening. That’s more than I can say for most everyone who knows me in real life. Or at least they don’t admit it. I suspect some are lurkers, reading my work and listening to my radio show.
I won’t invoke fire and brimstone, but at this point we all need to rely on our faith. Our problems are so enormous, and the corruption so extensive, that only a supernatural force could fix it. How many powerful personages have lived long, happy lives of crime, and died unpunished? We shouldn’t relish vengeance, but if they aren’t held responsible for their actions, what does morality really mean? How many good people have lived lives, short and long, of “quiet desperation,” to quote Thomas Wolfe, of financial hardship and ceaseless frustration? Was all their suffering and sacrifice in vain? Is there no “eternal reward?”
My faith, shaky as it often is, is what spurs me on. Every fiber of my being tells me that this vale of tears cannot be all there is to life. The grave is not life’s goal, to quote Longfellow. The evidence for life after death is extensive. Look at the intricate detail on a butterfly’s wings, or the shell of a box turtle. That didn’t happen because of some random occurrence. We are not meaningless microbes in an endless, incomprehensible universe. We aren’t here because of some ridiculous Big Bang. We didn’t crawl out of the primordial ooze, whatever that is, and mystically leave the sea for land. Why did anything stay in the sea? If we evolved from apes, why are there still apes? Creation proves a creator.
As John Lennon once said, “Okay, so flower power didn’t work. So what? We start again.” So politics didn’t work. So Trump didn’t work. We start again. Try to change the hearts and minds you can. As Robert F. Kennedy put it, “Each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the lot of others or strikes out against injustice. He sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest wall of oppression and resistance.” It sounds corny, but be the change you want to be. Send forth tiny ripples of hope.
America is on the way to instituting a new form of Apartheid. This one won’t be based on skin color. The new “Jim Crow” isn’t voting laws that logically require a photo ID to prevent fraud. It isn’t a convenient historical reference for prominent Blacks like Virginia Assistant Governor Justin Fairfax to invoke, because he was accused by two credible women of sexual assault. Nobody is “racist” against anyone with wealth or power, like Fairfax. Lots of average Whites may justifiably despise him, but they can’t be “racist” regardless. They don’t have power. He does.
The elite who misrule us have managed to convert the largest elephant in this collapsing country- the massive and growing disparity of wealth- into a racial argument, where rich Black celebrities or public officials can claim the system, which has bestowed fantastic favors upon them- is actually against them. By the same argument, the millions of Whites who are living paycheck to paycheck, or are even homeless, have a “privilege” that these powerful “persons of color” don’t have. It is based upon the belief that “systemic racism” is responsible for all Black pathology, despite the clear and public support of the most extreme Black Lives Matter advocates by the most influential organs of that system.
USA Today recently ran one of the most ridiculous stories I’ve ever seen, which concluded that “White Supremacy” was responsible for all interracial crime. “White Supremacy” apparently compels Blacks to commit 90% of all interracial crime, including almost all of the crimes against Asians, which have recently been the subject of much attention, and of course nonsensically attributed to “White Supremacy.” What exactly does “White Supremacy” even mean? You could make the argument that “White Supremacy” predominated as recently as the 1950s in America. But now? Yes, most of our leaders are still White- but doesn’t that stand to reason, since most of the population still is? And those White leaders are not exactly renowned for any “Supremacist” beliefs. On the contrary, the “Woke” ones hate Whites more than the most radical member of the Nation of Islam. And the “conservative” ones do nothing but apologize and backpedal, and brag about all the African-Americans supposedly flocking to the Republican Party.
Major League Baseball recently pulled the All-Star game out of Georgia, in response to the state enacting some halfway sensible voting requirements. In our present mad world, Black people don’t have photo IDs, and cannot vote unless someone brings them water. This kind of pandering is embarrassing and condescending. Think the ridiculous film The Blind Side, where a troubled Black youth, whose just happened to be a huge football player, was rescued from his Blackness by a “Woke” White family, who just happened to be powerful alumni boosters of a nationally successful college football program. Louis Farrakhan and his followers were justifiably outraged over this syrupy demeaning of Black families, but modern “liberals” related to it. It’s a great fantasy of theirs; to “rescue” some directionless Black, who just needs a properly “Woke” White guiding hand. Very similar to Hollywood celebs adopting children from Africa, to exploit in photo ops and then hand off to their nannies behind closed doors.
Those of us trying to maintain a classically liberal attitude of tolerance, empathy, and fairness for all, in the midst of all the authoritarian madness of the One Party in power, have already become essentially second-class citizens. If the Orwellian vaccine passport becomes a reality, then we will literally become second-class. I can easily foresee separate seating sections in restaurants for the unvaccinated. Maybe they’ll have separate drinking fountains. With no irony.
Corporate America used to be the bastion of conservatism. Now, all the big corporations are politically correct to the core. Look at all the anti-White comments from Coca-Cola recently. As if informed people needed any further reasons not to drink their chemical poison. While MLB made it known that it too was more concerned with virtue signaling than the almighty profit motive, the NBA and NFL have long been slapping its majority White fan base in the face. Leave aside the open discrimination against White athletes (it is very real- both sports have a strict quote on White players). When Colin Kaepernick kneeled during the National Anthem, the huge White fan base was finally outraged. All Black teams? That’s cool. Cheering on women-beaters, cop-beaters, and thieves? As long as he can make “my” team win, baby! But disrespect the flag? As Trump said, “fire them!”
America not only doesn’t have any “White Privilege,” or “White Supremacy,” or any “racism” against Blacks beyond furtive whispers from truly powerless people in trailer parks and the like, it absolutely is obsessed with Black people. With making certain they’re wildly overrepresented in public life, from sports, to entertainment, to politics. With currying their favor by obsequiously fawning over them, as if they were special-needs children, or rescued animals. Every powerful institution in this “systemically racist” society of ours cowers to any Black threat, and almost all gave large amounts financially to Black Lives Matter. That’s a pretty bizarre thing for the “White Supremacists” running this country to do. And yet, despite all the virtue signaling, the majority of Blacks remain mired in poverty.
I’ve never been called racist by any Black person. On the contrary, the many, many Blacks I interacted with regularly as a young blue collar worker, and later on in the IT world, seemed to find my perspective refreshing. I spoke my mind, and they loved it. I was the only White guest at a couple of Black weddings, and several Black parties. I certainly never analyzed anything from any ivory tower. I don’t want Blacks to be discriminated against unfairly. I want them to have the same rights as everyone else. I would have passionately supported the Civil Rights movement, if I’d been old enough to do so. I spent a lot of time in my younger years listening with awe to the words of Martin Luther King. And honestly investigating his assassination, unlike the vast majority of those on the Left.
It is now impossible to discuss any subject in this crumbling country, without some White virtue signaler, or some laughable Black public official, turning it into a racial issue. And the dynamics of every racial issue are very simple. Whatever the problem is, it is said to especially impact Black people. Any “debate” consists of cries of “racism,” and the only Whites involved are those screaming it the loudest, or cucked out apologetic figures who serve the purpose of being figurative dartboards. “We need to have a discussion” invariably means that Whites are all racist and privileged, and Blacks are still being treated unfairly.
I would like to see someone offer a Maxine Watters, or Ilhan Omar, or Don Lemon, or Al Sharpton, a huge sum of money if they would submit to a one hour interview, where they could talk about any subject but race. I would actually like to know what these state-approved Black leaders think about subjects besides race. I don’t think they could do it. And this probably holds true for the vast majority of Black people in America today. They have been indoctrinated to think their entire being, and purpose in life, revolves exclusively around them being Black, even if half or more of their genetic makeup is from some other ethnicity. If only Black leaders were more like the great Cynthia McKinney, or even the usually sensible (but still mainstream “conservative”) Candace Owens.
The One Party in power has succeeded in labeling all opposition to them as “racist,” or alternately as the irresponsible product of “conspiracy theorists.” And the “White Supremacists” are toothless groups like the Proud Boys, or unspecified and largely fictional “armed militia groups.” Or competitors to the monopolistic social media platforms run by White virtue signalers, like Parler. Why aren’t the most powerful White people “White Supremacists?” Bill Gates can’t wait to vaccinate the poor people in Africa. No “Woke” person will ever call him a “White Supremacist.” The most powerful forces in our society, mostly Whites who reign supreme, aren’t talking to each other when they call out “racism.” That message is strictly for poor and working-class Whites, the ones Bob Dylan talked about in his song Only a Pawn in Their Game.
The same goes for the “Climate Change” agenda. Greta Thunberg and Al Gore aren’t talking to BP executives about the greatest environmental disaster of our times. They aren’t blasting big corporations for spewing smoke into the air. No, they’re focusing on the emissions produced from your vehicle. They’re worried about your hot baths and meat eating. The goal is to lower the standard of living for the masses to the level seen in China, their favorite despotic regime. This is the essence of the “new normal” I talked about quite a bit in Survival of the Richest. They don’t care about air or water pollution. This isn’t about ecology. It’s about controlling behavior, widening the disparity of wealth, and Bill Gates blocking out the sun, ala Mr. Burns in The Simpsons. Our leaders are beyond all satire.
I hate writing so much about Blacks and the “racism” game. But any observer of the American scene has to respond to reality. And the reality is that identity politics consists of making certain people “victims” who are often powerful and more accurately victimizers, and making often powerless people “racists” who somehow are keeping down people who appear to be above them on the economic ladder. It’s impossible to ignore race when our entire culture is permeated by it. The culture is driven by supposed Black interests, Black complaints, and the Black experience. If it wasn’t for American slavery and Jim Crow laws, very little history would be talked about at all in polite society.
Recently, a Black professor somewhere charged that trees are racist. No, that’s not a joke. And, yes, all White authority figures took it quite seriously, just as they take seriously allegations that math and basic grammar are racist. There is literally no reason to stop this absurd categorizing of anything and everything as “racist,” because there will never be any blowback. And once recklessly calling anyone or anything “racist” became universally accepted in America 2.0, was it any surprise that the LGBTQ+ movement followed suit? The everything is “racism” mantra begat the “57 genders” agenda that now rivals it for media and political attention.
There are two biological sexes. The fact that this is a controversial statement tells you all you need to know about the state of our society. But “conservatives” sit largely silent as transgender story hour turns into banning the terms “boy” and “girl,” “man” and woman,” and “mother” and “father.” Feminists sift through the politically correct wreckage to figure out how to respond to a movement that equates any male who decides to “identity” as female with their most outspoken sisters. What purpose, indeed, does feminism serve if women are no longer a biological reality, but merely an “identity” that makes gender fluid? What do “women’s rights” mean if every man can also be a woman?
These transgender activists, like racial obsessives claiming rope and brown paper bags are “racist,” have no reason to curtail their lunacy. Thus, the popular new consensus that men can menstruate, and have babies. A panel of “experts” from Harvard recently concluded that “not all who give birth are women.” Who am I to argue with Harvard experts? I didn’t even graduate from community college.
If parents permitting their preschooler to decide what gender they want to be, or in some cases even actively encouraging a change, isn’t child abuse, then what would be? If medical professionals agreeing to inject children with “gender blockers,” that prevent the natural development of hormones, isn’t criminal negligence, then what would be? As far back as 2018, “experts” declared that anatomy didn’t determine gender. CNN recently stated that it wasn’t possible to know a person’s gender identity at birth. How can you have a meaningful dialogue with such people? Or with alleged “educators” that claim trees, and good grammar, are “racist?”
I picture every corporate boardroom now, with disproportionate Black and “persons of color” represented, and at least one transgender at the table, to ensure that logical pronouns aren’t used. The cowering White executives nod and stutter, and keep their huge year end bonuses foremost in their minds. Meanwhile, no amount of pressure appears capable of getting them to pay their workers a living wage, or restore their lost benefits.
So, we add this maddeningly false racial and gender dystopia to the never-ending virus, and the unconstitutional lockdown, and wind up with a thoroughly unappetizing stew. I guess it’s a good thing my working career was brought to an involuntary halt a few years ago. People like me are virtually unemployable now, in this mindless authoritarian climate. I would have undoubtedly said or done something to get me “cancelled.”
The “Woke” inmates have taken over the American asylum. Those of us who insist on pointing out that none of these demented emperors are wearing any clothes, will become increasingly ostracized. Banned and “fact checked” on social media. Shunned by the establishment press, court historians, and tenured academics. Pressured into obedience by friends and family. Relegated to watching They Live again or appropriate Twilight Zone episodes for comfort. Shouting “don’t get on the ship” or “Soylent Green is people!” Our warnings went unheeded. The evil bastards won.
All of us believe in some conspiracies. Many subscribe to the philosophy of the ultimate pessimist, that guy named Murphy, and his law, which observed that the other line moves faster. You know it’s going to rain after you wash your car, or painted something outside. The car’s going to need an emergency $500 repair, right after you get a $500 bonus. A gust of wind will come along and mess up your new hairdo. The list is endless.
Most people believe at least some things are rigged against them. They may not extend that to the system being rigged against average people everywhere, but in their own personal lives, they nod their heads knowingly when something goes awry. You play the same number all the time in the lottery, and the one day you don’t buy a ticket, are you surprised that it finally comes up? It’s only paranoid when you start talking about shadowy, powerful forces.
Every year, the world’s government, business, and media leaders meet in absolute secrecy at ritzy hotels around the world. The so-called Bilderberg group was never written about for decades, outside of the feisty weekly newspaper The Spotlight. Their existence was denied by all respectable people. With the advent of increased citizen journalism on the internet, these power brokers were filmed going in and out of these meetings. Intrepid reporters like the late Jim Tucker snuck inside and took their attendee list and agenda. Hearty citizen journalists gathered outside and attempted, almost always unsuccessfully, to interview the participants. Now, the Bilderbergers are a real thing, but you’re a “conspiracy theorist” if you believe the most influential people in the world meet for any significant reason.
In the summer, the elite hold another confab, in the mountains of northern California. For decades, it was “crazy” to claim that powerful, strictly male figures would get together in secrecy, and worship a giant owl. Then Alex Jones snuck into Bohemian Grove and filmed the “cremation of care” ceremony, which took place under a giant owl. Walter Cronkite was the voice of the owl for many years. But we’re still assured that they’re just getting together to relax.
I hope that I’ve shown conclusively in my books that conspiracies are not only very real, but are in fact the way that our leaders conduct business. They don’t know any other way. Their first instinct is always to conceal, thus the fact so many government files remain classified, for events that were, according to officials, random and non-sinister. They are so devoted to skullduggery and subterfuge that they can’t be bribed to do the right thing, as Jonathan Swift noted about the judges of his own eighteenth century era.
Since COVID-19, which I call the Greatest Psyop in the History of the World, hit, the world has gone full tyranny. While they are mandating that we wear masks which do nothing but dehumanize us further, their own collective mask has been lowered. No more benign pretenses. No more attempts to paint a rosy picture of a crumbling state of being. It’s full, in your face thuggery. An Orwellian overreach that includes monitoring the number of guests you have at holiday gatherings. The formerly bubbly ex-cheerleaders who populate American journalism have learned to bare their teeth and hiss angrily at any hint of dissidence.
Frank Zappa foresaw this years ago, when he said, “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.” I believe we are at the point where the brick wall has been revealed.
For a very long time, the dichotomy between the way our leaders and their mouthpieces in the media presented reality, as opposed to the way it actually was for the vast majority of people, was laughably stark. No mention of the favoritism, corruption, and unfairness that permeated every institution. Just mindlessly upbeat portions of insignificant fluff, epitomized by excessive attention to the sports and entertainment industries.
But with the emergence of Donald Trump, what I call the Trumpenstein Project, designed to divide the country and kill any independent political movement, the fluff was replaced by angry newscasts that converted their typically dishonest reporting into nonstop editorializing. The late night “comedy” talk shows followed suit. A new nastiness, with Trump serving as a symbolic White everyman, was unleashed. The vitriol was relentless, out of all proportion, and in no way entertaining or uplifting.
With most people having bought into the Greatest Psyop in the History of the World, “conspiracy theorists” have been lumped together with “White Supremacists” and “racists” as enemies of what is indisputably a rotten, corrupt state. And yet those who buy into this demonization are “conspiracy theorists” themselves. Many subscribe to Murphy’s Law and politically, they are willing to accept any theory that features Donald Trump, or his supporters, as the villains. Many bought into the state sponsored “Russia! Russia! Russia!” nonsense. They also parrot the “insurrection” label that has been affixed to a group of Trump-supporters, armed only with cell phones, who were waved into the Capitol Building on January 6 by police officers.
These same anti-“conspiracy theorist” folks are strong supporters of the cancel culture. They not only don’t believe in free speech, they want people fired for using it, if they disagree. I have been “cancelled” myself, by an ever growing number of former friends and supporters. It’s hard to fathom when people who raved over you during an interview, or who wrote glowing reviews of your books, suddenly despise you enough to delete you on social media. All of us who oppose this “Woke” insanity are in danger of becoming what Orwell called “unpersons.” Conform or be banished.
I can’t change at this stage. I’ve been chasing down these rabbit holes since I volunteered for Mark Lane’s Citizens Committee of Inquiry as a starry-eyed teenage idealist in the mid-1970s. It’s hard to picture that world now; with civil liberties, personal freedom, much less crowded and a slower pace. The conspiracies and corruption I was discovering then seemed distant, unapproachable. Now, they are right in front of you, where you can almost touch them. You can almost feel the hot, rancid breath of the conspirators on your face. They might as well be bending over in front of us, inviting us to kick them, or shouting, “Yeah, so what? What are you gonna do about it?”
Humanity accepts things. The boss is crooked. The teacher plays favorites. Parents are abusive. Children are ungrateful. Wrong seems to prevail a lot more often than right. There are no justice in our courts. They won’t let you say that on television. Or in Congress. You can’t fight city hall. No good deed goes unpunished. Bad things happen to good people. Nice guys finish last.
And yet, boiling it down to specifics, those same people blanch at “9/11 was an inside job.” Or Sandy Hook. Or Pizzagate. Or massive fraud in the 2020 election. You think everything is a conspiracy. Why, yes. Yes, I do. When only corrupt and/or incompetent people have any semblance of power, they will conspire. It’s what they do, and all they know. They are incapable of doing anything decent, much as a good person is incapable of anything really bad.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. We can only cling to that kind of hope, because at present, as throughout recorded history, the meek have been cheated and trampled upon by the aggressive cretins that have always run things. A kind, empathetic leader is even rarer than a faithful Christian; one who forgoes wealth and possessions, turns the other cheek, and doesn’t judge.
It all boils down to waking up who we can individually. And, as Robert F. Kennedy said in his greatest speech, sending forth tiny ripples of hope. In doing so, these can coalesce into a tidal wave, capable of overturning any injustice and oppression. Until there are more people awake than asleep the corruption will continue. As Jim Garrison said about the CIA, they have no reason to change- it’s been very successful for them.
I don’t know if it’s better or worse with all pretenses gone. Some of us prefer being fooled. They liked Katie Couric and her ilk batting their eyes and laughing at inanities. Now, the face of the enemy is fully visible. Whether it’s an entertainer or a politician, they aren’t really pretending any longer to be otherwise than what they are; shills who work for those who misrule us. I guess that’s what Neil Armstrong would call “one small step” towards the truth.
I suppose most of us would prefer to know we’re being cheated on. But is it better to live a lie, if you’re happy not knowing an uncomfortable truth? We should all realize we’ve been cheated on, repeatedly, by this point. And people like me are messengers who often get killed delivering the message. As Tennyson wrote, it’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Our trust has been betrayed. And nothing will change until a majority know it.
We are now entering the one year mark of this deadly COVID-19 virus, which refused to burn out in the summer heat, and appears to be blocking COVID-20 from doing its thing. It is becoming harder to keep one’s sanity amidst the double and triple-mask wearing, the inane “science” followed by the sheeple, and the realization that our economy, and social interaction itself, is being purposefully ruined.
So exactly why are so many parents, who have been inconvenienced and hit financially by having to stay home with their children, supporting the incomprehensible refusal of teachers’ unions to order them back to work? Despite what my research while writing Bullyocracy revealed about all too many teachers, even I expected more from them. Maybe schools just will never open again. At least that would have the positive effect of dismantling the damaging social hierarchy.
Why is Hollywood cheering on its own demise? The film industry, by clinging to these ridiculous COVID precautions, has stopped most production. Why are professional sports, and the NCAA, giving up billions in profits by banning most attendance at events, and losing incalculable amounts in concession sales as well? The taxpayers who provided these elite vultures with copious amounts of corporate welfare are certainly not getting their money’s worth.
In one year, we’ve seen a plandemic that is being artificially exaggerated to such an extent that now they are telling us that the flu is down 98%. What an amazing coincidence! Then a summer full of often violent protests, which featured statues torn down and historical monuments desecrated, not to mention lots of looting and burned buildings. Which resulted in the authorities literally standing down and refusing to address the violence. Trump threatened to send in the National Guard (and in predictable fashion, didn’t follow through), but he was lambasted in the media for even suggesting such a thing. The message from the media was- social distance doesn’t matter in these protests- they are incomparably crucial to eradicating “racism” and “White Supremacy.”
Then, of course, the 2020 election featured perhaps the most glaring example of vote fraud in our checkered electoral history. And our institutions responded by demonizing any such allegations. President Trump himself was banned from Twitter. So were plenty of others, and the mention of vote fraud garnered expulsion. Then the ridiculous Georgia Senate race featured even more open fraud, and again there was no questioning permitted, by leaders of both parties, and by everyone in the state-controlled media.
Then came January 6. Donald Trump lured a QAnon inspired hundreds of thousands, perhaps a million, of devoted followers to Washington, D.C. After a typically empty rhetorical speech, during which he urged people to “march peacefully and patriotically” to the Capitol Building to have their voices heard, and vowed to march with them, Trump fled back to the White House. At the first hint of trouble, he issued a video message and told them to “go home in peace.” To those paying close attention, Trump’s hair had miraculously gone from the blondish/orange dye job we’ve become accustomed to during his speech, to fully white. Remarkable. And to some veteran rabbit hole descenders, it was an indication he was in on it the whole time.
Video tape revealed a rather lackadaisical march into the Capitol, which was ignited by a friendly group of police officers waving the Trump supporters inside. The vast majority remained polite enough to even stay between the purple ropes, happily snapping selfies and not touching any of the valuable statutes and paintings. A few people broke windows. One man dared to prop his feet up on Lady Nancy Pelosi’s desk. Another stole her lectern. All in all, pretty lame compared to any Black Lives Matter protest.
And yet, almost instantaneously, this mostly uneventful incident was labeled a violent “insurrection,” which would live in infamy, like Pearl Harbor. Those photo bombing with their cell phones were called everything from “terrorists” to “seditionists” and “subversives.” And naturally, “racists” and “White Supremacists.” The five confirmed deaths included the shooting of unarmed Ashli Babbitt by a still unidentified cop, three Trump supporters dying of things like heart attacks, and a police officer who was reported in every early story to have died later that day from a stroke, but was eventually turned into a murder victim who was killed by a fire extinguisher-wielding Trump supporter. Even though the government has recently admitted there is no evidence for this, as has his family, the myth lives on in the mainstream media and our hopelessly corrupt politicians.
The virtue signaling Left, which runs everything in this country now, is fully on board with former CIA Director John Brennan’s proposal of a new war on “domestic terrorists,” which are defined basically as anyone who supported Trump. While Trump’s threat to call out the National Guard to do the job local officials and law enforcement refused to do in the burning cities, resulted in universal condemnation, the same forces demanded troops be sent to Washington, D.C. after the “insurrection.” Where they still remain, an ugly reminder of our Third World status. When asked just why the troops remain there, we’ve been told it’s to combat “misinformation,” “racism,” and “White Supremacy.”
This exemplifies where we stand now. The most deluded social justice warriors are setting the national agenda. And it is primarily a vicious anti-White agenda. Everything now is “racist,” from good grammar, and basic math, to brown paper bags, and most recently, obesity. Yes, because of the disproportionate number of obese Black women, it has been deemed “racist” to try and combat obesity. Just really an even more absurd extension of the now widely accepted “fat shaming” or “body shaming” thing. In essence, the virtue signalers believe that Blacks simply cannot be criticized at all, for any reason. Get ready for reparations. There is nothing to stop it now. To oppose it will be evidence of “racism.”
The next thing that will be eradicated is all evidence that America was ever anything different from the messy monstrosity it has become. Old movies and TV shows will be banned. Way too White. And a reminder that things were once far more civil and people more educated (not to mention thinner and better looking). Maybe all old music- except by Black artists- will be thrown down the memory hole as well. America 1.0 was as different from the wealthiest Banana Republic we’ve allowed to be constructed under its name, than night is to day. Those of us old enough to remember a freer, cleaner, less crowded and hectic place can’t begin to describe it to young people who’ve never known anything different.
The recent power outages in Texas and elsewhere illustrated this difference quite vividly. Fifty years ago, something like that would be incomprehensible. The power companies were not held to task, and no one bemoaned the elderly and young children whose lives were in jeopardy without heat. Republicans blamed the wind mills, and Democrats blamed the lack of a Green Deal. No one asked why this kind of Third World standard is acceptable now. We never lost power over snow, ice, or cold weather back in the days of America 1.0. It is now expected, and no one questions it. A friend of mine in Saskatchewan, a more formidable climate than almost any in this country, told me they never lose power. I expect that’s the case in all First World countries. But not here, where the embarrassing infrastructure hasn’t been upgraded since the days of Eisenhower.
I wouldn’t want to be a young man in today’s culture. Especially a young White man. So many White females have been poisoned by toxic feminism and a diabolical culture, robbing them of all their most attractive feminine charms. The average woman now weighs what an average man did fifty years ago. Combined with bizarre, multi-colored hair styles, plentiful tattoos, and sex- repellant fashions, it’s a wonder all young Whites haven’t turned gay. Instead, they are largely “soy boys” now, as submissive and self-conscious as the girls are aggressive and confident. No wonder they look for those fifty seven genders to choose from. The CEO of a big online dating site recently announced that it was “racist” for Whites to want to date Whites. But as is the case with all identity politics, this admonition only applies to Whites. No one is going to tell Asians they can’t date Asians.
Speaking of Asians, a recent uproar over a Black man stabbing an Asian on a subway resulted in angry protests. Asian activists held signs proclaiming “You like our food- why not us?” But, like everyone else in our mad, Brave New World, they displayed their insanity by attributing the attack to “White Nationalism.” Even Orwell couldn’t have dreamed that up; Whites being blamed for a Black assault on an Asian. But that is at the heart of political correctness, which rules all of our institutions now. Whites are to blame for everything. Well, not the elite Whites who are indeed responsible for this situation, but the average White who is struggling to make it financially. We’re also to blame for “climate change,” what with our affinity for hot water and meat. But BP is never chided over the Gulf Oil spill, the foremost ecological disaster of modern times. No, it’s your fault. Climb into your bunk bed sized cubicles and lower that standard of living.
When I first gravitated to politics as a teenager in the mid-1970s, liberalism attracted me because it stood for civil liberties, peace, and genuine reform. I wanted to fight injustice, and corruption, and unfairness. I’m still trying to do that in my writing, and on my talk show, but the Left has largely abandoned the issues that defined classical liberalism. Social Justice Warriors simply don’t believe in free speech unless they agree with it. Otherwise, it’s “hate speech,” and they’ll do everything they can to get you fired for it. That is virtue signaling in a nutshell; become outraged over something some average White worker said on social media, and pressure their always compliant, cuck employer into firing them.
So here we are, in a figurative Oceana. “Hate speech” is, for all intents and purposes, Thought Crime. The attempt to stop any effort to name a building or a road for Donald Trump, not to mention the desire to ban him from ever running for public office again, is the virtue signalers initial foray into Orwellian “unperson” territory. They are trying to make Trump into an unperson. And given that they talk openly of prosecuting anyone who attended the January 6 rally for “sedition,” maybe they will make 75 million Trump supporters into unpersons, too. Once sane and rational people want to execute these “insurrectionists.” What I called the Trumpenstein Project has resulted in the collapse of any real high profile liberalism. Those with Trump Derangement Syndrome love the FBI, the CIA, and even George W. Bush now. All they had to do was to criticize Trump.
And those with Trump Enablement Syndrome, ignoring how he threw them under the bus on January 6, continue to baste in QAnon fantasies, the latest being that Trump will be inaugurated on March 4. Even though he’s no longer in office, the Orange Man is still playing that 4000D chess. Trump’s assignment was to divide the country, and he succeeded all too well. Now, there is no hope for any independent political movement. Both sides are back firmly entrenched in the disastrous fake Left-Right paradigm.
At this point, those of us who like to imagine we’re still sane can only weep at the proceedings. Four more years of open borders, and identity politics further corrupting everything from the workplaces, to our courts, and our culture, will ensure a brand of tyranny that the world perhaps has never seen before. Maybe we will never take off the masks. Get ten mandatory COVID vaccines every year. Nothing surprises me about the present-day world. Americans have shown they have no tipping point.
Things are moving at a warp speed in post-Trump America. The Giant Orange Man served at least one important purpose, and that was to impede the progress of the rabid virtue signalers who have taken over every part of our society. Now he’s gone, banished to Mar-a-Lago land, and the bullies who wanted to take our lunch money no longer have to fear our imperfect but large older brother.
The New York Times seriously suggests that Joe Biden name a “Reality Czar” to counter the rise of “disinformation” and “fake news.” You know, all that stuff dredged up by “conspiracy theorists” on the internet, which exposes their hopeless corruption and incompetence. This would have been an Onion headline, or going back a bit further, a Mad magazine piece, in the past. Now it’s reality.
25,000 or however many U.S. military troops remain in Washington, D.C., for unclear but unquestionably unconstitutional purposes. When pressed by a rare inquisitive reporter about the matter, we were told that their mission was to counter “disinformation,” “racism,” and “White Supremacy.” Since none of those things are a crime, or even possible to quantifiably define, their presence becomes even more frightening.
Former CIA director John Brennan is among those touting a new crusade against “domestic terrorists,” which seem to be identified as potentially any Trump supporter. Brennan, for those keeping score, once voted for American Communist Party leader Gus Hall for President. If that seems strange for a man who went on to lead the agency supposedly devoted to countering communism, it must be remembered that this transgression took place during the Soviet era, when all they were doing was taking over half the world. Now they mysteriously “hack” our elections, and are quite dangerous. The KGB archives, by the way, revealed that Gus Hall received some $21 million over the years from the Soviets. But that was when the Soviets were really cool, before Putin came along and put out that arrest warrant for any Rothschilds entering Russia, and banned all GMO foods.
Cancel Culture recently struck at right-wing online journalist Doug Mackey, who trolled left-wing figures like Hillary Clinton for years. The FBI arrested Mackey, and the “crime” that put him over the top appears to have been the meme he made of singer Taylor Swift, with a MAGA hat superimposed on her head. He could face up to ten years in prison. No, that was not a misprint. This is the new reality in the land of the tyrannically “Woke.” Considering how many Americans were fired last year, for merely questioning the BLM protests, or even just saying “All Lives Matter,” on their own free time, we really shouldn’t be surprised. Slippery road, and all that.
What is worse; the authoritarian tyrants themselves, or the people who actually support the tyranny? They have managed to paint the rather innocuous January 6 incident at the Capitol building as an “insurrection.” They have repeatedly claimed that the “rioters” were violent and armed. They were neither. After being waved in warmly by police officers, almost all of those inside used their time to take selfies. But now Donald Trump is being impeached again, even though impeachment is a device to remove elected officials from office, and he is no longer an elected official. The charge will be that he “incited” this “violent insurrection.”
The problem for modern tyrants is that everything is recorded now. So the events at the Capitol- which show the violence to be primarily directed at protesters by police- can be easily demonstrated to contradict their absurd narrative. And Trump’s speech was recorded. You can hear him urge his followers to “march peacefully and patriotically” to the Capitol, which is their constitutional right. There is nothing there to suggest “inciting” anything beyond that. But Trump haters are just as delusional now as they were when he was actually president. So the video- the evidence– doesn’t matter to them. Just as those over 1000 sworn affidavits from unconnected people reporting witnessing vote fraud doesn’t matter. Where’s the evidence?
Not only do the Mockingbird state-controlled “journalists” continue to refer to this “violent insurrection” as a second Pearl Harbor, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez took to Instagram to deliver an emotional recounting of what she went through that day. She claimed to have feared for her life, and hid in her office, as the rioters yelled “Where is she?” AOC is very important, after all. The problem here is that, AOC’s office is in the Cannon building across the street, which was never entered by protesters. Some have countered that she was in another representative’s office, but again, that office is also in the Cannon building.
But it doesn’t matter that AOC wasn’t in the Capitol building on January 6, and thus couldn’t honestly have feared for her life. She felt as if she was there, and felt threatened. And it doesn’t matter that video reveals no armed protesters entering the building, and does reveal police inviting them in. Or that Trump urged the protesters to be peaceful. The virtue signalers know what he meant, and what those “insurrectionists” really wanted to do. That’s all that counts with identity politics. It’s kind of a twist on the old sixties’ saying, “If it feels good, do it.” In this case, it’s “If you feel it’s real, it’s real.”
Trump may not have incited anything, but he did lure as many as a million fans to Washington, D.C. Supported by the whole Q psyop, those people were given the expectation that something “big” was going to happen. Now Trump not only failed to march with them as he promised, he threw them under the bus instantly, and urged them to go home. But they still cling to him. And the other side clings to him as well. Both sides need him.
Joe Biden is doing what Donald Trump should have done- unleash a flurry of executive orders to try to overturn or institute directives. If Trump had done that, at the very beginning of his administration, as he promised to do, his tenure in office would have been very different. Instead, he played into the Stupid Party tradition of capitulation to the more aggressive Democrats. He talked and tweeted, but didn’t really act.
Reason cannot help us now. How do you have a rational discussion with a parent who wants their preschool child to transition from one sex to another? How do you argue with social justice warriors who believe there are 57 genders, or whatever it is now? Again, if you identify (or feel) that you are something, you are that something. Taken to its logical conclusion, we ought to be able to demand a billion dollars, if we say that we identify as a billionaire. Transgender story hour at the local elementary school is bound to lead to bigger and not better things.
There is apparently nothing to stop a reign of tyranny the likes of which this country has never seen. The only thing that can stop the social justice warriors is possible in-fighting between those mostly deluded, and those completely deluded. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ilhan Omar, and their ilk may well push things too far, too fast, for the Nancy Pelosis and Chuck Schumers to accept. But I wouldn’t bet on it. Pelosi seems especially radicalized now that Biden is president. She has been pushing the Trump Impeachment II with a vicious vengeance, for one of her advanced years.
As John F. Kennedy said nearly sixty years ago, in regards to Civil Rights, “we are confronted primarily with a moral issue.” Our moral issue is whether or not all Americans should have the protections guaranteed by our Constitution. Those rights were delineated as being ours at birth, granted by God (or nature, to those who can’t accept that). Identity politics is not compatible with civil liberties. It revolves around emotion, and how those in power react to others. If what someone says or does offends a virtue signaler, they must be “cancelled.” And we have let that dangerous philosophy gain traction now, so that when the FBI arrests someone for writing a satirical meme, most just shrug. “Hey, it wasn’t me. Sucks for him.”
I spend far too much time engaging the Left on social media. They all especially use the term “Nazi” to explain why they advocate for such draconian measures. “Nazis” (or “White Supremacists,” or “racists”) don’t deserve free speech, they explain. They are beyond the pale. Of course, they establish what the pale is. “Actions have consequences,” they will also say. But commenting on social media is not really an “action,” is it? Isn’t it expressing your constitutional right of free speech? Why should an employer be able to fire you for opinions expressed on your own free time? Cancel culture is the cancellation of thoughts. Thought Crime.
Orwell devised the concept of Thought Crime, which was a personal or political thought opposed by the government. Isn’t that exactly the “crime” of Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, who has quickly seen herself stripped of all committee assignments in the House? Greene many be kooky, but her past remarks reveal her to be more “awake” than any member of Congress in a very, very long time. Nancy Pelosi condemned her as “an extreme conspiracy theorist.” Sounds good to me. The people who are misruling us are thoroughly corrupt and extreme conspirators. And the most commonly cited remark attributed to Greene has been misrepresented, to put it kindly. She never said “Jewish” lasers started California’s fires. She accused a Jewish- owned company.
The social justice warriors in charge are on the verge of criminalizing allegations of election fraud. Well, just in the 2020 election, that is. That one was the most honest election in the history of the world. Mike Lindell, the My Pillow guy, Sidney Powell, Rudy Giuliani, and perhaps others, are being sued by Dominion for their inferences that the election was rigged. Lindell seems to welcome the lawsuit, so hopefully he fights it. Considering how weak and ineffectual Trump’s legal team was, I don’t have as much confidence in them. And poor Lin Wood is being subjected to a sanity hearing, ala Longfellow Deeds in Frank Capra’s classic film.
The two party system was bad, but a One Party system, which we effectively have now, is not indicative of a free country. Especially when that party is as bad as the present-day Democrats are. They literally care nothing about peace, or real judicial reform, or civil liberties, or raising wages. Their entire existence revolves around policing the speech of others, and getting people fired (“cancelled”) if it offends them.
If you think this tyranny applies only to Trump supporters, or “conspiracy theorists,” you’re being very naive. The Left used to quote the wise observation out of Nazi Germany, which began, “first they came for the liberals, but I said nothing, because I was not a liberal” and ended with, “then they came for me.” Very few Americans seem to remember that, as our “Woke” tyrants come for the “racists” and “White Supremacists.”
I thought America 2.0- the authoritarian mess which evolved out of the 9/11 false flag- was bad. It made those of us old enough to have lived most of our lives in America 1.0 long for the days of a better looking, more competent corruption. 2020, with a deadly virus that had the beneficial effects of eliminating both the threat of terrorism and the common flu, and an unconstitutional lockdown accompanying it, was only the beginning.
2021 is off to a roaring start. First, a laughably fraudulent election in Georgia, which gave the Senate to the Democrats, and featured overt evidence like the Republican Perdue losing 30,000 votes live on air. And now, the January 6 incident at the Capitol building in Washington, D.C., which featured a terrifying unarmed mob of White riff-raff, “storming” the representative body their taxes pay for, while politely keeping between the purple ropes, taking lots of selfies, and to untrained eyes appearing to be a pretty innocuous bunch. Well, except for that dangerous fellow who dared to prop up his working class boots on Lady Nancy Pelosi’s desk.
If you believe the mainstream media, there were only 45,000 people protesting the election results on January 6. If you believe the people there, and the photo evidence, there were at least hundreds of thousands, perhaps a million. Regardless of how many there were, they came there, from all across the country, because Donald Trump and his inner circle, intimated that something “big” was going to happen. The QAnon mindset was strong here; perhaps many in attendance thought they’d witness live perp walks of the Deep State criminals they’d been told repeatedly would be arrested and convicted by a military tribunal.
Instead, Trump issued a predictable pep talk, the kind he’s perfected at countless rallies. I don’t believe he should be held accountable for “inciting” people to do the wrong thing, but he did declare that he was going to be marching with them. Not sure how that would have worked, but instead he fled back to the White House. At the first inkling of criticism, Trump threw his supporters under the bus, and called their actions “heinous.” Then he told them to “go home in peace.” I thought of all the Catholic masses that end with almost those exact words. In effect, Trump was issuing a closing statement, on the MAGA movement he started and consistently disappointed.
In the wake of the event, every media outlet and politician in both parties condemned what they invariably called a “storming” of the Capitol, and referred to the protesters as “traitors,” “terrorists,” and the like. On social media, I raised comparisons like the six block takeover last summer of Seattle, by a self-proclaimed group of insurgents, and the 1967 entrance into the Sacramento state Capitol building by an openly armed group of Black Panthers, who were not punished at all. Sadly, many good people instinctively declared there was “no comparison.” I can’t illustrate the division that exists, and the problems we face, any clearer than that. The “Woke” Left sees everything now through their own emotional bias.
The two party system was very, very bad. But we are now living under imminent One Party rule. And it’s a party that is far too similar to Big Brother’s in Orwell’s 1984. Frightening prospects exist for the common American under “Woke” party leadership. Reparations? Perhaps a ban or at least an abridgment of the First Amendment? South African-style Truth and Reconciliation committees? Open and strictly enforced quotas in all walks of life? Banning of the words “man” and “woman?” A constitutional amendment to enshrine all 57 genders as ironclad law?
One thing you won’t see under “Woke” rule is an audit of the Federal Reserve and reform of our counterfeit fractional banking system. Or a new JFK assassination or 9/11 investigation. Or a decades overdue upgrade of our Third World infrastructure. Or an abolition of private prisons. Or a change in our misguided, Israeli-driven foreign policy. Or a demand that the intelligence agencies make their budgets public. Or spending cuts for the military industrial complex. Or demands to bring any of the troops home. And most obviously, not even a tepid debt jubilee for all those devastated by the senseless economic lockdown.
Donald Trump’s legacy will ultimately be that he forever destroyed any chances of a real Third Party ever arising in this country. There will never be another populist using his revolutionary rhetoric again. Instead, his cartoon personality assures that the disastrous two party duopoly is now set in stone. Except it’s even worse than that, since the Stupid Party has ceded all power to the Evil Party, we will be completely under the rule of “Woke” tyrants, but for token clowns like Lindsay Graham, Mitch McConnell, Paul Ryan and Nikki Haley. The Stupid Party is dead, long live the Stupid Party!
Trump will not run in 2024. He many not legally be able to, because Lady Pelosi and company want to either invoke the 25th amendment, or ram through a warp speed impeachment, ironically mimicking Trump’s unwise push for a potentially deadly dose of something his loyal base strongly opposes. Trump has now been apparently banned for life from Twitter, at the initial behest of former First Lady Michelle Obama, who has an all too bright political future in our “Woke” Orwellian world. For someone who communicated exclusively through Twitter, this is a bitter pill for Trump to swallow. One pictures him tapping aimlessly away on his keyboard, while shoving down Big Macs and Diet Cokes.
Our only chance is that the AOC-types, the “Squad,” wind up embroiled in ugly disagreements with the old “Woke” guard like Pelosi, Schumer, and pseudo-President Biden. Maybe they can distract each other enough to prevent the worst measures from being implemented. Gridlock has always been our best friend on Capitol Hill. The odds of any of these glorified welfare recipients ever doing something good is so remote that their inactivity is the best we can hope for. Our new leaders may be diverse in appearance, but they certainly aren’t diverse in perspective. They will all support war, engage in corruption, and follow orders.
Rumors are that people who merely attended the rally on the Mall last Wednesday have been fired from their jobs. Well, no one protested when all those people were fired last year, for criticizing the violent riots on social media, on their own free time. AOC and others call Trump voters “complicit” in his election. That means an accessory to a crime. So Trump’s election, in their “Woke” eyes, was a crime. Maybe a “hate crime.” I would say that the logistics of attempting to punish or prosecute 70 million voters would be unfathomable, but I don’t think you can overestimate the “Wokeness” of our new leaders. They may very well make “White privilege” a crime. They may ban the word Trump from society, like one of Orwell’s unpersons.
I could not be more demoralized or disillusioned. Trump’s four years were almost entirely bereft of the “winning” he promised. “Trust the plan” seems like the most bitter joke imaginable now. The only arrests were of Trump’s associates, who were prosecuted by his Justice Department. The same Justice Department that declined to prosecute Hillary Clinton. Or look at Hunter Biden’s laptop. Or investigate vote fraud.
Trump was the commander-in-chief for four years. He could have brought all the troops home, as he often threatened to do. He could have closed the border, as he often threatened to do. He could have written those Executive Orders he promised, to ban DACA, ban birth-right citizenship, close sanctuary cities, and end the foreign VISA worker programs. Instead, while he undeniably was preoccupied with fending off attacks for his entire time in office, including a laughably partisan impeachment effort, he spent most of his time in office tweeting. And engaging in childish food fights with state-controlled journalists and clueless celebrities. The level of discourse is now less civil than it has ever been.
Trump’s rhetoric alone, however, puts him apart from all presidents since JFK. The things he alluded to, or casually mentioned, were outside the pale. No respectable politician would ever touch them. It was Trump’s rhetoric at his wildly enthusiastic rallies, and his attacks on the establishment via Twitter, that caused that establishment to hate him like no other public figure in our history. Trump Derangement Syndrome is far more real than any Soviet-style invented mental illness. So many of my former friends, good people all, have fallen victim to it. They hate him irrationally, and they will not listen to reason on the subject.
I don’t know where we go from here, or even where the scripted Punch and Judy show goes. If Trump isn’t impeached or taken out by the 25th amendment, he’ll be 78 years old in 2024. He has almost superhuman energy for someone his age, but sooner or later it will catch up with him. And I think his support has peaked. A certain number of those even at the rally have to be disappointed, in falling for the “big” event on the 6th, many traveling from far flung parts of the country (as did Ashli Babbitt, who was murdered by a cop at the Capitol), only to be unceremoniously rejected and told to go home by their leader.
Beyond Trump, the Stupid Party has no one else. Trump was only elected because he never really was a Republican. Stupid Party favorites like Nikki Haley and Paul Ryan are literally empty suits, standing for nothing except war and lowered corporate taxes. They would be lucky to win 20 percent of the vote in a presidential election. Because Trump didn’t deport the millions of illegals in this country, and Biden is about to grant them all amnesty, the voting demographic will shift into impossible territory for the Republicans. Trump will be the last Republican president.
The “Woke” rise to power is the culmination of decades of brain washing, on the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, on ESPN, by Oprah and The View, and on every college campus in America. Only by diabolical, Pavlovian programming could you get perhaps a majority of the country to think that men can menstruate, and have babies. Or get young parents to hold parties celebrating their 3 or 4 year old child’s conversion to the opposite gender. That would be child abuse in any sane society. Here and now, it is being celebrated by every media outlet. You can’t fight city hall, when city hall completely controls the the airwaves.
And the internet, once the shining beacon for all of us, is standing on wobbly legs as well. Big tech is censoring virtually all opposition to the One Party. The people who support the horrific likes of Kamala Harris, and Beto O’Rourke, and Amy Klobuchar, and Pete Buttigieg, do not remotely believe in free speech. It’s a wonder they don’t burst into flames as they swear allegiance to a Constitution they not only don’t support, but sneer at as a “racist” relic. Unless more people stand up, the internet will eventually look like your average cable or satellite package of channels. Blogs like this will be banned. The last thing the “Woke” elites want is for average people to analyze public issues without filtering it all through an overpaid talking head.
I wish I could find some glimmer of hope. Some of Trump’s most faithful supporters are still believing that he is going to activate an Executive Order, or invoke the Insurrection Act. The White Hats are still making plans. It is almost literally the last hour, but maybe they have a sense of the dramatic. The Q folks are still trumpeting arrests and sealed indictments that are invisible to the public. All the biggest swamp creatures still seem to be walking free, so I’m not sure just who is being arrested. The swamp seems fuller than ever.
Trump is surrounded by those he can’t trust, we’re told. This is unquestionably true, but he appointed every single one of them. He put Never Trumper Christopher Wray in charge of the FBI. Was that even an improvement over the odious Comey? He replaced the strangely listless Jeff Sessions with Deep State Hall of Famer William Barr. What other Attorney General in our history has refused to investigate those scheming against his boss, while eagerly targeting his boss’s campaign aides, who have done nothing criminally wrong? And Trump picked Mike Pence as his running mate; another Never Trumper whose failure to stand by the president should have surprised no one.
One young Senator seems promising- Josh Hawley of Missouri. However, Simon & Schuster cancelled Hawley’s contract for a book exposing big tech and big pharma, because he spoke out in the Senate, protesting the fraudulent election. Many are calling on him to resign. This is the “cancel culture” element of the One Party, and we all either need to fight it or get used to it. Offend somebody who is “Woke,” and get fired. Instantly. Without passing “Go” or collecting $200. And no one will speak out in your defense. You should have known better- watch what you say. The Constitution doesn’t protect “hate speech.”
We haven’t been a free country for a long time. But we weren’t this bad. And we’re going to get a lot worse. We all saw what happened when a president spouting populist rhetoric, with millions of followers, attempted to expose electoral fraud, for which massive evidence exists. However, those videotapes, and over a thousand sworn affidavits amount to “no evidence!” according to every disciple of the “Woke” party. The mere mention of vote fraud gets you kicked off Twitter and You Tube, and brings the “Fact Checkers” out on Facebook. We’re like a collective battered wife, hoping that our abusive spouse will give us a smile and bind the wounds he caused. Stockholm Syndrome is too mild a word to describe American malaise.
The “Woke” supporters are calling what happened at the Capitol an “insurrection.” This event, being compared to Pearl Harbor and 9/11, will undoubtedly be used to further crack down on what’s left of our civil liberties. They want all those involved to be locked up for ten years. The more vicious social justice warriors want them executed for treason. Law means nothing when emotion, and not reason, rule those enforcing it. Politicized prosecutions should never happen. Under “Woke” rule, every prosecution, and every punishment, will be at the whim of who’s enforcing it.
I’ll keep writing this blog, and publishing books, and doing my weekly radio show, and doing interviews, for as long as they let me. I’ve been calling this a crumbling country. Or a collapsing country. We are no longer in the process of something; we have crumbled, we have collapsed. The only thing that can save us from a tyranny the likes of which the world has never seen is an uprising of many millions, in concert with each other, fighting for the same goals.
In this fantastically divided country, after the brief age of Trump, we remain locked down, wearing masks, socially distancing, listless and rudderless. Like Orwell’s Winston Smith, we have learned to love Big Brother.
It isn’t easy being a contrarian, to instinctively go against the grain. It certainly isn’t financially rewarding. I would love to support something about our society, or someone who has a hand in running it. But I just can’t. The corruption is so immense, and so prevalent even at the local level, that it cannot be confronted by anything less than hundreds of thousands of coordinated opponents.
This situation has always existed. Think of the very accurate old canard “You can’t fight city hall.” The difference is that now the tyranny has grown well beyond crass political rivalries or even feuds between organized crime families. The mafia and more recent offshoot intercity gangs at least have some kind of twisted code, and lines they won’t cross. The elite that rule us appear to have no such lines.
The entire world was basically shut down in March of this year, over an alleged deadly virus. There were no overt signs that something dangerous was afoot. No bodies being carted away, and death visiting every family, ala the Great Plague that wiped out so many in Europe centuries ago. Most of us personally knew no victims. And yet all were quarantined to some degree. As a few critics pointed out, you don’t quarantine healthy people. Well, not until now. Sports, movies, churches, and schools were cancelled. Millions lost their jobs. The public donned ridiculous masks and followed “social distancing” rules that have no scientific basis.
And all of this was accomplished without any country needing their police to enforce it. No troops in the streets. Without a single shot being fired. The opposition to such unprecedented state control was confined to “conspiracy theorists” on the internet. Like me. Those of us who pointed out the emperor was stark naked lost many friends, and angered close family members. Our skepticism made us second-class citizens. I was called “dangerous,” and it certainly didn’t help any potential career opportunities. My own niece deleted me on Facebook. So did some of my celebrity friends, like Candy Clark of American Graffiti and Barry Livingston from My Three Sons. Oh well, at least I know they were reading.
It’s always easier to second a popular motion, to be a well-paid “Yes” man. After all, if you’re saying the president, Congress, the Supreme Court, state and local officials, corporate America, the medical profession, the insurance profession, the educational system, the legal system, the media, and the entertainment world are all hopelessly corrupt, you’ve alienated yourself from a lot of people. You’re no fun at parties. Most people used to enjoy it when I pontificated and ranted in social gatherings, or at work. If we still had social gatherings, I wouldn’t be invited. And I would be fired pretty quickly from any job, if I simply conducted myself the way I did for 44 years, until experiencing one of the most unjust terminations imaginable. Which I am helpless to do anything about, because of that corrupt system.
Reason hasn’t prevailed in any battle since perhaps the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938, which established the forty hour work week, overtime, and other employee benefits Baby Boomers like me took for granted. Every war pushed for, since JFK stood up against the Military Industrial Complex during the Cuban missile crisis, has been given the green light. Well, I guess we should count that as a victory for reason as well. So sanity hasn’t won the debate since 1962. The list of losses for the people is lengthy. NAFTA, open borders immigration, coverups of every important state crime from the JFK assassination to 9/11, the Patriot Act, the NDAA, the Supreme Court upholding tyrannical asset forfeiture laws, and many others.
We are left now to fight a forced vaccination we don’t remotely need, perhaps even being forcibly chipped. Or to try to counter the creeping sprawl of “hate speech” and “hate crime” laws. To meekly mutter “I’m not a White Supremacist.” To argue for schools, businesses, churches, and cultural events to be reopened. But only with proper precautions, of course. Must keep up that “social distancing.”
We lost the culture war that Pat Buchanan warned us about. I mean, we were slaughtered. Shut out. And so we watch helplessly as the “educators” who have such influence over our kids devise ideas like transgender story hour in elementary schools. Or “gender reveal” parties where parents often manipulate their very, very young children into “identifying” as the opposite sex. If that’s not child abuse, what is?
For years, I argued that this casino economy of ours had to inevitably collapse. In my youthful idealism, I imagined something better emerging from the ruins. Now I’m much older, and have no such expectations. They appear to be able to keep this mess afloat on life support, no matter what. The fact that it hasn’t collapsed after thousands of businesses were forced to close, millions were thrown out of work, and huge parts of the economy like sports and movies were effectively cancelled, is very telling. They will just keep creating money out of thin air under their counterfeit banking system. Maybe we’ll get another $1200 check.
Our “representatives” in the Senate just voted unanimously to eliminate the cap on foreign Visa workers. That’s quite a strange thing to do during a deadly “pandemic,” and when millions of American citizens have lost their jobs due to the unconstitutional lockdown. Don’t expect a veto from Donald Trump, who of course pledged to eliminate the unnecessary foreign worker programs. Maybe we’ll get an exasperated tweet.
The people have actually been losing ever since the tyrant Lincoln crushed that whole “consent of the governed” thing. You know, the main premise behind the War for Independence. We lost every time when their laughable false flags, from “Remember the Maine” in 1898 to the “weapons of mass destruction” lie was believed by a gullible majority of the public. That’s our problem- that gullible majority. They’re the ones phoning the authorities to report “social distancing” violations, or screaming “there’s no evidence!” of voting fraud, and they will be first in line for the mandatory vaccine. They have been trained, like Pavlovian dogs, to be skeptical of the “conspiracy theorists,” not any authority figure or institution. Except Donald Trump. They have been brainwashed to hate him, like Orwell’s fake opposition leader Goldstein in 1984.
Speaking of Orwell, his dystopian world is here. What exactly is the distinction between his Thought Crime and the “woke” Left’s “hate crime?” That gullible majority again parrots the phrase “hate speech” without understanding how such a concept is incompatible with free speech. The majority of Americans now don’t believe in free speech for those they disagree with. Since that is the significance of the First Amendment, they really don’t believe in free speech. Period. And since they don’t consider a thousand or more witnesses signing sworn affidavits about electoral fraud, to be “evidence,” they don’t appear to believe in free and secure elections, either. But they hate “racism.” And they support every war.
If the Founders could see what a shocking Banana Republic we’ve become, they would be heartbroken. They didn’t secede from British rule so that society could celebrate 57 different genders. Or claim that even the poorest residents of Appalachia have some kind of “White Privilege” that Black billionaires don’t. Or permit our militarized police to abuse their authority and confiscate the property of those who haven’t even been charged with a crime. Or give benefits, public schooling, job preferences, and legal favoritism to noncitizens, including those who entered the country illegally. Or spend most of the federal budget on a centralized permanent armed forces, and shadowy intelligence agencies with secret budgets.
Our “representatives” still swear allegiance to a Constitution they don’t believe in, or pay attention to. The gargantuan federal government is as far removed from what the Founding Fathers intended as a One Percenter is from a timeclock and a demanding boss. And yet, while it’s taken on a power and scope it’s not supposed to constitutionally have, it provides virtually no services in return. It just takes. And mandates.
We are like a boxer, who’s been beaten relentlessly for fourteen rounds. We’re in the fifteenth and last round, trying desperately to hold on to the ropes. The referee is openly against us, and the judges are not scoring the rounds fairly. The fans, who stand to lose if we do, are wildly cheering on our (and their) opponent. Our only hope is if those fans storm the ring and save us (and themselves).
As Orwell stated in 1984, “If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within.” We are the Proles, and we outnumber our corrupt and incompetent leaders by the millions. But if we don’t come together, that’s irrelevant.
As we enter the holiday season, that same gullible majority is embracing even more tyrannical restrictions. Cases are surging- we must cancel Christmas! It’s like we’ve gone through the looking glass- where the spirit of Ebenezer Scrooge is being celebrated.
We’re all in this together. Take your vaccines. Trust the “science.” Listen to the “fact checkers.” Embrace the “great reset” and the “new normal.” Yes, Virginia, there is a conspiracy. God bless us, everyone.