From 9/11 to Mandates- Elvis Has Left the Building

The twenty year anniversary of the “terrorist” attacks of September 11, 2001 came and went without much fanfare. They don’t want to focus too much on it, because that might cause some sheeple to notice just how laughable the “evidence” in the official narrative is. The less said about it, the better from their perspective.

I am not a fan of Spike Lee. In fact, I am repulsed by pretty much everything he says. His movies have tended to be variations on the hackneyed “life in the ‘hood” theme, glorifying the ignorance and violence of our inner cities. But he appears to be somewhat of a 9/11 skeptic. He knows enough to talk knowledgably about the melting of steel and other impossible aspects of the official fairy tale. And he garnered the wrath of the establishment by talking to a few “conspiracy theorists” during his miniseries about New York, which recently aired on HBO.

The Left and Right don’t agree on much of anything anymore, ever since the actor Trump was inserted into the political scene to divide the country. But they remain in lockstep opposition to any and all notions of conspiratorial activity on the part of our horrendous leaders. Thus, Lee- a normally sacrosanct figure in “Woke” society due to his outspoken African-Americanness, was condemned equally by Breitbart and Salon. And he quickly backed down, contradicting his public persona as an angry Black man that has no respect for “the Man” who has made him filthy rich.

Another angry Black, female rapper Nicki Minaj, recently advised people on Twitter to be skeptical about the vaccines. It was actually a very reasonable tweet, full of common sense, if you discount the typically potty-tinged example of swollen testicles. Although the same predictable establishment firestorm erupted; unlike Lee, Minaj isn’t backing down. Yet, anyhow. If any hope in Orwell’s Oceana lay in the Proles, perhaps our hope in this dying society lies in rappers, and other high profile angry Blacks. They are the only ones in this authoritarian mess that still appear to enjoy the right of free speech.

Remembering 9/11, in terms of the mainstream media, meant rehashing the emotion again, detailing stories of tragic, personal loss and purported heroism. Glorification of “first responders,” who are now maybe even more deified than the troops. Lots of photos of victims- many of them suspiciously blurry and low quality. I don’t know what that means, but those memorial photos are often shockingly sub par. We have thousands of photos of our family, and none look like that.

Outside of Spike Lee’s initial snippets of input from Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth, there wasn’t a single discouraging word uttered anywhere in our state controlled media about the impossible 9/11 narrative. While they never hid the fact that the public largely doubted the Oswald-did-it nonsense, our “journalists” and politicians have always acted as if the very mention of dissent on 9/11 is beyond the pale. How dare you? Don’t you care about the families? Or the firefighters?

An alarming number of those firefighters, and other witnesses, initially reported hearing explosions in the Twin Towers, and in Building 7, which also collapsed that day. The magical “jet fuel cocktail” fingered as the unlikely culprit in the Twin Towers could not be blamed for Building 7 coming down in its own footprint as well. No plane hit Building 7, thus there could have been no jet fuel to not get hot enough to melt its steel frame. But still, that’s the claim. Evidence schmevidence.

If you’ve bothered to look at the impact site at the Pentagon, you’ll see a hole that is far too small for the huge jet aircraft claimed to have hit it. There is no mark of impact from the wings, and the wings weren’t sheared off outside. So where did they go? Where, in fact, did all that wreckage go? Since the Pentagon has more security cameras than any other spot in the world, it is truly remarkable than we’ve never seen footage of whatever it was that struck it. As both Don King and George W. Bush were fond of saying, “Only in America!” Or as forgotten comedian Yakov Smirnoff used to say, “What a country!”

I documented many of the most glaring lunacies of the official 9/11 story, which is most certainly a conspiracy theory by any definition, in my book Hidden History. In Hidden History 3, which I’m working on now, I will delve deeper into the subject. The jumpers, for instance. We are told that at least a few hundred people in the Twin Towers plunged to their deaths that day, in a macabre bit of mass suicide. I’ve never found it plausible that so many presumably non-suicidal people could lose the will to live so quickly. And now I’ve found that the government’s own “investigation” determined that the first person to jump from the North Tower did so four minutes after the plane impacted the building. Really? Is that remotely believable?

Consider the witnesses our state controlled media turned to on the streets of New York City. They were all smooth, savvy, and instantly aware that this had been a “terrorist” attack. One of those they singled out was Rachel Uchitel, who had lost her fiance on 9/11. Amazingly, this woman would make the news years later as one of the higher profile mistresses of troubled golfer Tiger Woods. Some people just lead exciting lives, I guess.

Just as with the JFK assassination, and so many other important political events, 9/11 has an impressive Body Count associated with it. I detailed some of them in my book, and will be chronicling others in Hidden History 3. I’m having a hard time reaching anyone to interview about that day, even some who were very vocal early on about hearing explosives. It’s little wonder most family members choose to remain silent. 97% of the families agreed to accept payouts from a $7 billion fund.

Given the dishonest and fanciful state of reporting in this country, it’s impossible to say how many real heroes rose to the occasion on 9/11. We do know for certain that there were no heroes then, and none since, among our political “representatives” and their mouthpieces in the state-run media. No “truther” is going to get elected to public office. And no one- and I mean no one- questions the narrative in the mainstream media. It is a career ender to do so.

I participated in a roundtable discussion about 9/11 on September 11, 2021, with Billy Ray Valentine, Tony Arterburn and others, on America Unplugged Radio. The forums I have available to me are the only places where these questions can be asked, and alternative views aired. Otherwise, we are looking at Tass-Pravda here. The only thing we’re missing is a Siberia to send naysayers to. And that might be exactly what those FEMA camps are for.

The vast majority of Americans bought the illogical, incredibly stupid “19 crazed Arabs armed with boxcutters and plastic knives” theory without batting an eye. So by the time the great Plandemic was introduced last year, they had years of experience under their belt, in terms of absorbing ridiculous scenarios and explanations. Lewis Carroll notably wrote about believing six impossible things before breakfast. Millions of our countrymen believe more than six impossible things every day. Just consider how many impossible things are promulgated during the average television broadcast.

Even the most rational voices on large public platforms; Tucker Carlson, Pat Buchanan, Glenn Greenwald, to name just a few, are very reluctant to entertain any “conspiracy theories.” Or, more appropriately, any questioning of the authorities in the most widely reported “big events,” from JFK to Waco to Oklahoma City to 9/11 to Sandy Hook. Our leaders are more than dishonest and corrupt. Many are criminally culpable to varying degrees in these “big events.” Concealing, losing, and destroying evidence. Failing to investigate anything. Accepting the tyrannical clamp down on civil liberties which inevitably follows. They fit the definition of conspirators.

Donald Trump, who Roger Stone assured me “knows about all the conspiracies,” certainly isn’t questioning anything. He initially talked about there being explosions in the WTC, but in four years as president didn’t raise a single doubt. About 9/11, JFK, or any other Deep State crime. Mark Twain once said that if America had a native criminal class, it was Congress. I would extend that criminal class to elected officials at all levels in this crumbling, once great country. These criminal elites are never held accountable for their actions. They are utterly, undeniably, above the law.

Until we hold them accountable, nothing will change. They will merely continue to kill, plunder, lie, and cover up. As Jim Garrison once said about the CIA, they have no reason to change what they’re doing- it’s been very successful for them. It was delicious to contemplate all those perp walks, promised repeatedly by QAnon. But no arrests took place, let alone mass arrests. Hillary wasn’t tried in some secret court. No celebrities were arrested. All these corrupt criminals remain free at large.

I keep records from many of the astounding numbers of unjust convictions under our putrid legal system. You would not believe how many saps are convicted to life sentences on the flimsiest of evidence. Often, only a single uncredible witness, who frequently later recants their testimony, is the extent of the “evidence” against them. Reasonable doubt, like presumption of innocence, is something almost all brain-dead juries pay no heed to. Unless the defendant is that extreme rarity; a celebrity or someone very wealthy.

The “justice” system in the United States exists to “serve” the poor and working class. Anyone with enough financial means is immune from lordly judges, aggressively dishonest prosecutors, and idiotic jurors. So the system as presently constructed will never prosecute the Deep State villains, the most ferocious swamp creatures. The swamp can’t be drained, because the entirety of the machinery is controlled by it. As Bob Dylan once said, “The pump don’t work, cause the vandals took the handles.”

Because I’ve investigated so many of these Deep State crimes and cover ups, and been awake for so very long, I am really losing patience with those who refuse to wake up to the massive corruption everywhere. I’ve been polite, I’ve respected their right to stay asleep. But their willing ignorance and subservience in the face of tyranny is now endangering us all. They’ve allowed these tyrants to keep pushing and pushing, without exhibiting the minutest trace of resistance.

The Plandemic Lie is the stupidest of all the Big Lies a majority of our fellow citizens have meekly accepted over the years. There has never been another vaccine that has to be taken multiple times, within a close period of time. And apparently provides no protection to the recipient, since the demands are still there for others to get it to keep the vaccinated “safe.” The CDC, not Donald Jeffries, tells you that this vaccine has killed more people than all the others combined since 1901. And yet, our state controlled media continues to parrot that it “works.” You need everyone else to get it, and you’ll need lots of follow up “booster” shots, but it “works.”

The “science” our deluded, dumbed down family and friends are believing is not even McScience. It’s anti-science. And it recoils at any real scientific inquiry. But then again, we’ve been here before. They tell us that temperatures in the WTC never reached the temperature “science” has established as the melting point for steel. And yet, with a straight face, they inform us that the explanation for the unprecedented collapse of those massive steel frame structures is that the steel melted.

If this were a science fiction film, or even if we were living through the wonderfully interesting nonsense of Lewis Carroll in real life, there would be an intoxicating entertainment factor. But there is no entertainment value in being a part of this madness. Impossible Things and “curiouser and curiouser” are enjoyable stimulants for the imagination. But it’s not fun when you can’t close the book and return to “normal.” This authoritarian nonsense is the “new normal.” Something about truth being stranger than fiction comes to mind at this point.

I’ll almost certainly become a genuine pariah in my fully vaccinated extended family. They never listened to me about JFK, Waco, 9/11, or anything else. They aren’t going to start now, with those odious Svengalis pumping them with nonstop fear porn every time they turn on their television. Americans who have bought this insanity don’t deserve to be called anything less than brainwashed, Pavlovian rats. They hear a bell from the authorities, and they salivate on cue.

If there is hope, as I noted, it lies in the angriest Blacks. So I will be pushing the line that the vaccines are racist. Why would you trust “the Man” to inject you with something? Remember Tuskegee? That’s really the only chance we have; that the overlords of “Woke” identity politics recoil from this unforeseen change in their programming. Maybe their heads will explode as they confront a BLM-style rage against their sacred vaccines.

For the rest of us, “it ain’t over til it’s over” no longer applies. The bully has beaten you to a bloody pulp. While the teachers cheer them on. You never attempted to fight back, when you still could. Now it’s too late. Trust in God, and pray that Black anger becomes uncontrollable enough to put a wrench into their evil plans.

Raising the White Flag on the Gender War

Back in the days of yore, the 1960s and 1970s, males were large and in charge in America. It was indeed “a man’s world.” Now, keep in mind, this was the era of my childhood. The 1950s and earlier was obviously even more male-centric. Go back to the 1800s, and women had virtually no rights. They couldn’t vote until the 1920s.

“Women’s Liberation” had seeped into the culture by the late 1960s. You could see references to it in all the popular shows; even Granny Clampett came under the wing of some early feminists during the last, shark-jumping season of The Beverly Hillbillies. Andy had an increasingly feminist girlfriend, Helen Crump, on the last few shark- jumping seasons of the great Andy Griffith Show. The early messages were already being sent by our cultural overlords.

And you already had the most prevalent theme in film and television; female characters physically beating up male characters, front and center even then. Wilma and Betty could easily throw Fred and Barney with their judo expertise on The Flintstones. Lily could knock Herman out with one punch on The Munsters. Beaver was being bullied by a tough little girl on Leave it to Beaver. Rob was easily judo flipped by Laura on The Dick Van Dyke Show. The pattern was very clear and universal.

But even in the 1970s, most programming, despite those early examples of politically correct conditioning, was designed exclusively for male viewers. Only daytime soap operas and game shows were structured to appeal to females. My father could choose between male-centric westerns, detective shows, cop shows, variety shows, and comedies where the man wasn’t usually the butt of the joke. We didn’t see any husbands spanking their wives at that point, as Ricky regularly did to Lucy Ricardo, but male role models were still strong, and obviously in charge.

For those unfamiliar with the concept of gradualism, you must study the history of the entertainment medium. At some point, certainly by the 1990s, the script writers stopped using judo and karate as justification for smaller females overpowering and defeating larger male characters. They just had them launch a punch with their dainty fists, and the males went down like David slaying Goliath. We certainly see that in today’s poisonous cinema, where 100 lb. super model/actresses mimic some Matrix-like moves and disarm large males in SWAT team gear. Or head butt a male holding a gun on them. And male audiences lap it up. They seem to think this is “hot.”

This identical, deadly message; that any female can beat up any male, has been drummed into the heads of American audiences for decades now. The propaganda has been so effective that I seem to be about the only observer who has noticed it. This might be understandable if it was played for laughs. It really never is. Tiny Hermione punching out the evil, older blonde guy in the Harry Potter films, Eric Cartman being pummeled mercilessly by a Mike Tyson-like Wendy in South Park, Lois Lane going from being rescued by Superman to punching out every male she encounters. The much younger little sister beating up both her brother and his friend on Drake and Josh. The examples are everywhere. It is the most enduring meme in our modern “culture.”

The empowering of females went beyond fisticuffs. All media began stereotyping young girls as fantastic athletes, who were capable of besting young boys in any competition. Of course, there was The Bad News Bears. And its football counterpart, Little Giants. All children’s programming featured the dominant girl athlete, from Patti Mayonnaise in Doug to Francine on Arthur. Really, this goes back much farther; remember Betty Jo on Petticoat Junction, whose nickname “Shortstop” was a nod to her baseball skills? And female boxing became lauded; a brutal sport which should have been banned long ago was rejuvenated with products like Million Dollar Baby.

But having men be portrayed as the physically weaker sex was not enough. They’d already established, in every sitcom, drama and big budget film imaginable, that females were mentally superior. The next step was to diminish males to such an extent that they became pieces of meat, sex objects if you will. So where films once focused on female nudity, if there was to be any, they simply flipped the script completely, so that today almost all nudity we see in films consists of male bare bottoms. And increasingly even penises. On television, I have never seen any nudity except male bare bottoms. Ever. This goes back to NYPD Blue, where viewers were treated to the likes of Dennis Franz exposing their bottoms. No actresses. Just actors.

I’m not sure why there should be any cartoon nudity, but even there, it only applies to male characters. The Simpsons has shown the butts of its male characters, even little Bart, for decades. But no female characters. The same theme persists on Family Guy, South Park, and Rick and Morty. Consider how ridiculous this is; we’re talking about drawings, lines and shapes. And yet even there, the propagandists can’t stray from the agenda. And that agenda is to humiliate males and “empower” females. The feminists who protested the “objectification” of females have no problem objectifying men.

The “empowering” mantra is the rationale behind all the “tough,” scowling young females that dominate films and television shows. Any trace of femininity has been been eliminated from them with surgical precision. No tender smiles, no kindness or empathy; you know, the characteristics men have historically loved in women. . Just “resting bitch faces.” And obnoxious aggressiveness. The willingness to get physical at the slightest provocation.

But this dominant attitude, and the curious ability to physically defeat larger males, only works on one particular demographic. That would be the hapless White males. So you aren’t going to see any little girls, teenagers, or adult women, grab a strapping Black male by the lapels and fling him up against the wall, as he cowers in fear. Or knock him cold with one powerful blow. No, that is reserved for the cucked out White males of all ages, who have been transformed into “soy boys” who now walk a step behind the strident females who they have accepted as their superiors.

I was inspired to write this after watching one of those DC animated films I generally enjoy. This one was called Superman: Man of Tomorrow. I liked the animation, and the plot was interesting. But they crossed another of those lines, when they decided to show Superman’s bare butt a few times. Not Lois Lane’s. Or any other “female” stick figure. And for good measure, they showed one of the male villain’s asses, too. And the gratuitous profanity was unnecessary as well. Are they purposefully trying not to appeal to children, who should be their strongest audience?

Despite all my personal anecdotal evidence of seeing nothing but male nudity on television, and far more male than female nudity in films in recent years, mainstream media tells us otherwise. I searched and found several recent articles about “studies” that bemoaned how much more female than male nudity existed onscreen. I’m not sure what films they were watching, and I’d like to know of any television show where one of the main female characters was ever naked. In the offbeat show Mr. Robot, every single male leading character bared his bottom at some point for the viewers. Graphic gay sex was shown. But never any female nudity.

Actor Kevin Bacon, virtue signaling for all he was worth, complained on one of those identical late night “Woke” talk shows about five years ago, that there should be more male nudity onscreen. I guess he wasn’t satisfied with the way old Jack Nicholson pointlessly bared his butt in one of this last films, or how poor Robin Williams was humiliated by having one of those patient gowns (and it really only works onscreen for male patients, of course), fly open and show the world his elderly ass, in his last film. I’ll be waiting for such scenes from Meryl Streep or Julia Roberts.

Let’s face it; all nude scenes are gratuitous and unnecessary to the plot of any film or TV show. But they reflect the values of society, and who is setting the boundaries. In the 1960s and 1970s, men were still in charge, and cultural products reflected that. They promoted what most men wanted to see. Now, while men still constitute most of the elite, a decision has been made to demean and weaken the average male, while providing the average onscreen female with the role Ward Cleaver and his ilk once enjoyed during the Golden Age of America.

Much of this onerous agenda comes from toxic feminism. At least that’s how intelligent and healthy males should view it; as onerous and toxic. But I recognize the average American man, especially Whites, have learned to enjoy this twisted reality. One of the most popular porn fetishes now are White male “cuckolds” who get off on watching their wives have sex with Black men. While they are verbally humiliated in the process. I can’t imagine any other males doing this. Picture Chinese men getting excited over being cucked by their wives with Japanese lovers. Is this really any different from predominantly White, western countries welcoming nonwhite migrants with open arms? While not a single nonwhite country does?

While our state controlled media tells us that women still earn only 82 cents or whatever to every male dollar, they have finally acknowledged that females in their twenties are earning more than their male counterparts. And females account for more than half of all college graduates now. Which isn’t surprising, given how long teachers and principals have favored girls over boy students, a subject I explored in my book Bullyocracy. Females of all ages are better at following rules, and not questioning them. Which perhaps at least partially explains this phenomenon.

Those of us left in this new matriarchy have to live with the fact we’ll never be “the man of the house.” Or the king of our castles. If the “new normal” of lowered expectations and standards of living gets its way, we won’t even be king of our cubicles. Approach any female you’re attracted to with extreme trepidation. If she thinks you’re “weird” for wanting to ask her out, you may be subjected to sensitivity training. Or possibly “canceled” from your job. You can’t compliment them. Or criticize them. So what can you do to establish a relationship?

I feel great sympathy for young men today. How do you meet a female now? You are subject to charges of harassment for the slightest alleged transgression. If the woman doesn’t find you attractive (and they don’t seem to find most males attractive now- look up the whole “Chads and Incels” thing), all communication becomes suspect. You’ve come a long way, baby; from secretaries sleeping with the boss being practically a job requirement to having the power to get men you don’t like punished or fired.

I don’t want to be misunderstood. I cringe when I think of what my great-grandmother must have gone through as a genuine second-class citizen. No voting rights. Husbands basically granted the freedom to, as Andy Griffith once put it in an early episode, give their wives “what for.” It was common for women in those days of the patriarchy to be chastised by all for “talking back” to their husbands. Remember, it wasn’t all that long ago that wives promised to “love, honor, and obey” their husbands. And, of course, marriages then were between “man and wife.”

So, I don’t want to go back to those times, when women were confined to their pantries, and spent hours every day on physically grueling housework. Or where they were frightened to express an opinion. But did we have to go from that extreme to a celebration of female obesity, to mass tattoos, to ugly attitudes and chronic unfriendliness, exemplified by those “resting bitch faces?” Did men have to go from bossing their wives to being bossed?

But this matriarchy may not last long. The incomprehensible transgender movement has already consigned much of feminism to the dust bin of history. That whole “my body, my choice” thing will no longer be a key weapon in the feminist arsenal. After all, our cultural overlords now tell us that not only women give birth. And, in fact, that “women” is an offensive term, to the transgender community. So goodbye, toxic feminism, and welcome….toxic transgenderism?

This battle is lost. If it ever was a battle. I’m not sure why there had to be a “war between the sexes,” as the media used to promote it. The matriarchy that’s been established is a soft one. The single mothers, waiting tables and struggling to make ends meet with an inadequate pay check, can’t feel as if they’ve “won’ anything. This is a war where there never was a real winner, in 1921 or 2021. Those pulling the strings are truly in charge, always. And they always win.

As I detailed in Survival of the Richest, the bottom half of American workers make less than $27,000 and have less collectively than 1% of the total wealth. This includes the new, aggressive, dominant females in that lower 50%. Over 70% of workers of all genders and races are living paycheck to paycheck, and have virtually no savings. So what I’m discussing is largely symbolic. The only visible change from patriarchy to matriarchy is likely to be more females as CEOs and upper management. More women running what has turned into a disastrous mess. Maybe they’ll be blamed for it by the newly empowered transgenders.

Admiring a beautiful female should be the most natural thing in the world. The romantic poets and artists of the Enlightenment certainly recognized that. Much as our real rulers are terrified at the prospect of White, Black, Brown, Red, and Yellow hands joining together to fight their common enemy, they certainly fear the sexes uniting against them as well. The average man never had the power to oppress the average woman, and the average woman won’t have that power, either.

At least during that male dominated period, women had some nice benefits. Doors literally being held open. “It’s a woman’s right to change her mind.” And all the males who were taught “you don’t hit girls” and passed that on to their children, must be shaking their heads in irony at all the ass-kicking female depictions now onscreen. Women “held the purse springs.” And most men placed women on a pedestal. They were worshiped and exalted. Albeit while being denied true equality. But still.

The hapless males today aren’t held on any pedestal. They are objects of ridicule, and despite those famous bare behinds being displayed to audiences, very few non-celebrity males are considered sex objects. All those forty year old virgins, which didn’t used to exist and are exemplified by the unfortunately growing numbers of “Incels,” testify to that. Sure they can vote, and aren’t discriminated against in terms of pay, but there doesn’t seem to be much upside to it.

Maybe I’m just waxing rhapsodic over a time that is as extinct as the dodo bird. Ralph Kramden never really would have hit Alice hard enough to send her to the moon. But the line was funny. That was when you didn’t have to think before you laughed. Most men didn’t have it that great back then, either. They just didn’t have to put up with “resting bitch faces” or lectures about “mansplaining.” I guess that’s something. It’s a shame we never tried to see how it would work if the sexes were relatively equal.

Empowerment is a good thing. But it should not be done at the expense of others. I’d like to see all the underpaid, stressed out, frustrated workers be empowered. With decent pay and meaningful benefits, and pleasant working conditions. That alone would significantly improve all social interaction.

However you look at it, the era of male dominance, which endures in the memories of those old enough to have experienced it, and in all the media that was produced during that time, which is in great danger of being “cancelled,” is utterly over. I’m not even sure what it means to be a man now. Being physically powerful? Being sensitive? I guess ask the women in your life. They probably won’t know, either, but they won’t be shy about sharing their perspectives. After all, those that truly decide things have decreed that they’re in charge.

It Takes a Village to Dupe the Public

Each day now brings some new outrage, some authoritarian utterance from one of the petty tyrants that misrule us at every level of this crumbling society. Eugenicist and nonscientist Bill Gates humbly suggests maybe we ought to deny Social Security benefits to the Unvaccinated. The “journalists” on television smear the murdered Ashli Babbitt as a “terrorist,” and praise her formerly unidentified police officer killer as the real victim, and a genuine hero.

It’s impossible these days to tell an Onion headline from a CNN or New York Times headline. How could a show like SCTV exist now, with identity politics having destroyed comedy, and made satire impossible? So, we finally withdraw from Afghanistan, and everyone is shocked that our leaders managed it just as horribly as they managed the occupation, and our pointless foreign escapades in general. What is the inference behind all the justified criticism? Not that this is another proof of how bad our bipartisan, interventionist foreign policy is, but that we ought to jump right back in and straighten things out. And there is far more concern about the “vulnerable” Afghans, than for the hapless American citizens trapped there. Open those borders a little wider! We want more migrants, and we want them now! And don’t you worry about them having this deadly virus; just put that second mask on and get your booster shot.

As I look around me, I see stupidity everywhere. It’s easier to get angry when it’s dressed in oversized sweat pants, or pajamas in public, and adorned with lovely tattoos, nose rings, and multi-colored hair. I often shake my head and think, these are the people we have to rely on to overturn the tyranny, and address the corruption. Talking with them makes one even more depressed. What was once the sole province of the least educated citizens, the purveyors of Ebonics, is now widespread. The average young White girl today basically speaks a different strain of Ebonics, sprinkled with liberal “Oh, my Gods!” and a lilting emphasis on the last syllable of a particular word.

So bringing in an untold number of Afghanis, whom as I understand it have an average IQ of 85 or so, really won’t dumb things down that much more. We’ve already allowed countless Somalis- whose average IQ is even lower than that- to rise to positions of prominence in Minnesota. And given how submissive and clueless almost all Whites have been over the past few decades especially, it’s time to stop bragging about our IQs. Whatever the tests show, I am beginning to believe Whites are the dumbest race ever to walk the face of the earth. What other race of people have ever openly applauded their extinction, and engaged in nonstop self-hatred?

I guess I’m just cranky. My own family situation is not going to get better. Both my children and I are effectively banned from attending my niece’s wedding, because we are Unvaccinated. Well, we can go if we get the jab. Or can show a recent negative COVID test. “Show us your papers” before you take that slice of wedding cake. Kind of puts a damper on the festivities. We may never see that part of the family again. We’re not going to get vaccinated, and they- like most of America- aren’t going to wake up to this absurd psyop.

I may never see my sister again, either. She’s much older than me, and has been in poor health for quite a while. Her kids- who used to look up to me as a big brother- are in lockstep with the ridiculous “science” being promoted by corrupt bureaucrats like Anthony Fauci. They are going to follow orders just as assuredly as I will scoff at and disobey them. So we’re at an impasse. Blood is apparently not thicker than a Plandemic.

It has been seriously suggested that the Unvaccinated not be allowed to buy food. In other words, that they be starved. Well, FDR’s lackey Morgenthau wanted to starve the entire German population, and the court historians don’t seem to have a problem with that. Like Lincoln’s tyranny, let’s call it a precedent. Countless people are losing their jobs because they won’t submit to taking a vaccine that the CDC- not any “conspiracy theorist”- tells us has already killed far more people than all the other vaccines combined since 1901. And now it’s FDA approved! Rejoice, comrades! The same FDA that banned Laetrile- the kernel of an apricot- and approved the poisonous NutraSweet. But that’s “science” for you.

If you think things are bad now, just consider this. Some of those obese, tattooed monstrosities are reproducing, or will shortly be. And as Idiocracy and a study of history reminds us, the type seemingly less fit for breeding is always the most fertile. It’s the high earners, who are desperate for children and have the means to provide a comfortable life for them, that struggle to breed successfully. There is no rational answer for this very obvious fact of life, but any observer of the human scene knows it’s true. And, of course, poor Hispanics, Blacks, and Muslims all over the world, are joyfully reproducing. “Be fruitful and multiply,” they seem to be saying. It’s only those high IQ Whites who now often look at pregnancy as bad news, and fret over bringing children into this cold, cruel world.

So, looking at the future, we do definitely see Orwell’s “boot stamping on a human face forever.” But we also see a largely nonwhite, incredibly stupid and controllable population. If you think Lori Lightfoot, Rachel Levine, and Gretchen Whitmer are bad, look at some of Joe Biden’s court appointees. All of which, by the way, Donald Trump’s old friend Lindsay Graham has voted to approve. If you’ve wondered what it must have been like to have been a Black man accused of looking improperly at a White girl entering a 1920s courtroom in the deep south, think of what it will be like to be an unapologetic White man entering a courtroom in present-day America, which is being presided over by one of Biden’s overtly anti-White racist judges. Payback is a bitch, and all that.

As Barack Obama noted, very few of us “build” our success without any help. This was basically the subtext of my book Survival of the Richest; in fact, the original title I wanted to use was You Didn’t Build That. But the converse is true as well; very few of us build any failure without any help, either. Good luck or bad luck alone can tip the scales in a person’s life. The “village” Hillary Clinton spoke of is the horrific corporatocracy that has been constructed in America; a marriage of government and business, which is the definition of fascism. The schools, television, movies, music, politicians, and clueless parents all play their parts. In the 1800s, this “village” would normally produce fiercely independent, tough, and hard working individuals. Our modern “village” produces “victims” of various stripes. And victims can’t exist without predators. Bloodthirsty eugenicists; satanic, amoral creatures are our predators.

As Harry Truman’s Secretary of Defense James Forrestal told his good friend Sen. Joe McCarthy, before he was pushed out of a window at Bethesda Naval Hospital, if there wasn’t a grand conspiracy, once in a while they’d make a mistake in our favor. If life has no ultimate purpose, and we are all just random collections of genes, then at least occasionally someone would rise to prominence who wanted to help the little guy. Who wanted to end war. Who wanted to stop corruption. Who wanted to fight injustice. But, when some leader even hints at these things; think Huey Long, John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and Robert F. Kennedy, for example- they are accorded what George Bernard Shaw called “the most extreme form of censorship.”

The corruption is so systemic that American society has practically ground to a sanity standstill. Try calling any company for anything at this point. You’re routed through pointless, annoying automated menus seemingly designed to get you to hang up in frustration. Then there is a routine extended wait because “we are experiencing heavy call volume at this time.” From my experience, they are always experiencing heavy call volume. By “they” I mean everyone. We are supposed to believe that all companies are overwhelmed with calls at all times. I work from home, but I can only imagine how impossible it is for anyone working a regular day shift to contact any business.

We have reached the apex of what Charles Dickens referred to, more than 150 years ago, by turning over all authority to “experts in how not to get it done.” I have some kind of problem with most purchases I make. The order was incorrect. The product doesn’t work. Well, I guess that’s what you get with slave labor. Ten cents an hour doesn’t exactly guarantee quality workmanship. When I’ve returned electronics that literally didn’t work at all, the stores in question often shrug and say, “what do you expect for $19.99?” Well, I expect any product being sold to at least work, regardless of the price. But that’s where we’re at, and what they want; lowered expectations. A lowered standard of living. The “new normal.”

Is there any honesty anywhere? Can we hold any public official, at any level, accountable for anything? The law has essentially become irrelevant to the One Percent. Whether it’s Hunter Biden’s laptop full of supposedly documented pedophilia, or the NFL’s DeShaun Watson’s twenty two different women accusing him of sexual abuse, people at that level cannot, and will not, be punished for even the most reprehensible behavior. Which, in their cases, means raping underage girls or sexually assaulting masseuses. You simply cannot continue the charade of a free country when anyone with great wealth is utterly outside the reach of your thoroughly corrupt system of “justice.”

“If there is hope, it lies in the Proles,” George Orwell wrote in 1984. You should all be reading or rereading 1984 right now- it’s really relevant. If there is hope for us, it lies in the parents. I’m talking about the angry parents we’re seeing more and more of, in my own neighboring Loudon County, Virginia, and elsewhere across the country, confronting their local school boards over the despicable curriculums and unconstitutional, unscientific mandates. One angry young woman addressed her board of supervisors by calling them “petty tyrants.” That is the reality we face; even at that low tier of the power structure, those with the power are indeed outrageous, arrogant tyrants.

But change can only realistically happen at that level. Our lordly federal “representatives” are well beyond our control. They are in effect royalty without crowns. But maybe, just maybe, we can start recalling those school board members, or pressuring them into resigning. Perhaps they can be replaced by some honest people, who should rightly fear the wrath of parents should they decide to continue Transgender Story Hour and Critical Race Theory.

It’s time to take the gloves off. Those who are still asleep after more than a year of mask wearing, social distancing, second waves, variants, and untested vaccines, are beyond help. Their indoctrination is so complete that it would probably be impossible to deprogram them, like they used to have to do with escaped Moonies. And we can’t underestimate the role human nature plays here. Those who have been fooled to such an embarrassing extent are never going to admit we were right. This psyop, and all others, are only possible because those pointing out the emperor is wearing no clothes can be successfully demonized in their eyes. They’ve taught the sheeple to hate “conspiracy theorists” as much as they’ve hated any of the foreign hobgoblins of the past.

A conspiracy in open sight isn’t possible with an informed public. If we’ve learned anything else by this point, it should be obvious that the majority of the American people are not informed. At all. They are instead misinformed. About everything. And, like many stupid individuals, they are collectively mistaken at the top of their lungs. They’re proud of their ignorance, which their masters have convinced them is wisdom. We are the stupid ones, believing in our dangerous “conspiracy theories.” Their self-confidence, as they regurgitate some nonsense they’ve heard on CNN, or in a Hollywood script, is astonishing. Facts don’t matter in Identity Politics. Everything is based on emotion, not reason.

If you have young children, confront your local school board. Start demanding that these hideous “public servants” be removed from their positions. Not only should they have no power to misuse, they should be banned from being within fifty yards of any school, like child sex abusers. Then let’s work up to the board of supervisors, then the mayors and the police chiefs. It may still be possible to take back control at those levels. Even the smallest local media outlets will be against any efforts like this, but we have to try. All other forms of resistance seem futile at this point, simply because we cannot get enough people to work together against our common enemy.

Humbly Suggesting “I Told You So”

Like most people, I hate hearing “I told you so.” South Park spoofed this brilliantly with its “Captain Hindsight” character. No one likes a Captain Hindsight. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that. But it’s long past the time when critical thinkers should start pointing out that, yes, we did tell you so. I’m proud to be “awake.” I know the truth is on my side. I’m not going to apologize for my beliefs. There are lots of you out there who should have listened.

As a young adult in the late ’70s, I concentrated my truth-telling mainly on the JFK assassination, which I was thoroughly obsessed with. Some friends seemed appreciative of my information, but very few dates did. This was long before you saw any female “conspiracy theorists.” Now, they’re everywhere. In fact, I always held back a respectable amount of time, before springing my views on anyone I was involved with romantically. They could be a deal breaker.

By the early ’80s, I was including more radical observations in my nonstop rants. Sports were fixed. Reagan really wasn’t cutting government, and was only cutting the taxes of the very wealthy. I talked a lot about how the government was covering up all the UFO sightings, especially the “close encounters.” Somewhere around this time, I started being interested in the far Right as well, and added things like the CFR, and the Bilderbergers to my platform. I also discussed a lot of things that would have been considered “anti-Semitic.” But in those days, we still had some semblance of free speech. I never once hesitated to speak my mind on the job. Or anywhere else.

I pretty much acted like I was running for Congress, but understood quite clearly that “they” would never have let someone like me win. I knew there was a “they” at a very young age. After decades of research, I still can’t say with certainty who “they” are. But they undeniably exist, and control all discourse. I began to accumulate avid followers. All male, usually younger, among my co-workers. They would defend me against mainstream naysayers, who outnumbered us then even more than they do now. My wife, who I was dating at the time, would needle me about being “worshiped” by them.

I had long been offering my perspective at family gatherings, which mostly elicited eye-rolling. As I’ve said many times, the only person in my family I’ve ever awakened is my son. My extended family members probably tolerated me for the lovable loser they thought I was. But once I began to get books published, and have some kind of platform to share what was basically the same radical stances they’d heard for many years, the eye-rolling stopped. The “big freeze,” to quote the great Barney Fife, was instituted. My books, my radio shows, my interviews, are the giant elephant in the room with my extended family now. The subject is literally never discussed.

In all those years, only one person ever contacted me to say, “hey, you were right!” When Oliver Stone’s JFK was released in 1991, an old friend from the ’70s called me up and said, “man, I remember you talking about all this stuff back then, when no one else was.” It was nice to hear. Telling someone “you were right,” which is essentially admitting they were wrong, is harder for most people than saying “I’m sorry.” And we all know how hard that is for some.

So, I’m going to crow a little bit now. Obviously, I was right about JFK, and MLK, and RFK. They were killed by powerful forces in our own government. Reagan didn’t cut government, and raised the taxes of most Americans. He also opened the door to the immigration disaster we must contend with now, with his inexcusably stupid amnesty in 1986. Bill Clinton was a monstrous criminal, an actual rapist who conspired nonstop, and left a Body Count behind that would have made any organized crime boss blush. As I pointed out incessantly at the time, our government murdered innocent men, women, and children at Waco. They were never held accountable, never apologized, and that paved the way for more criminal immorality.

A jury agreed with my assessment that Randy Weaver was the victim of a horrible injustice at Ruby Ridge, when our government killed his son and wife. Oklahoma City was not the work of patsy Timothy McVeigh, but a clear false flag designed to crush the burgeoning Third Party movement in America. 9/11 was so obviously an ‘”inside job” that there is no more point in debating it. How many times do we have to note that Building 7 was hit by no magical jet fuel cocktail? It’s like continuing to debate the single-bullet theory in the JFK assassination. You might as well try conversing about the reality of Santa Claus with a disturbed psychotic.

The Iraq “War” was just as I labeled it at the time; tantamount to Mike Tyson and some adult friends duking it out with a group of preschoolers. We committed untold atrocities, including burying surrendering forces alive, and found no “weapons of mass destruction.” And there is good reason to question everything about Barack Obama, the half-Black president raised entirely by White family members, including the place and circumstances of his birth.

I was one of the first voices with any platform at all to doubt that there was any “pandemic” in early 2020. I developed a much bigger following on Facebook because of my daily posts, which were chock full of information from official sources. Like good occultists, they have some kind of bizarre rule whereby they have to tell you what they’re doing. The fact that most people still won’t understand makes it a lot easier for them. Facebook eventually got around to shadow banning me, making my posts far less popular. But I was unquestionably right about everything I’ve written on this subject. COVID-19 cannot even be proven to exist, because they tell you there hasn’t been a test developed to isolate it. They tell you how they’ve lied about the numbers from the beginning.

Every time they’ve contradicted themselves, I’ve pointed it out. It’s very well documented. No “theory” at all. Masks weren’t needed. Then they were. Then they weren’t. Then double masks. Vaccines couldn’t be developed as quickly as Trump- self-proclaimed father of the “warp speed” killer- claimed they could. Then the vaccine became a Godsend that would let us “go back to normal.” The fact is, this vaccine has killed more people than all other vaccines combined since 1901. No thinking person should allow this poison into their body. By any standard, the “virus” is far less dangerous to all than this vaccine is. The “conspiracy theorists” told you this was “just a bad flu.” Now, they tell you the flu is gone. If you can think at all, you can add that up pretty easily.

I warned people, back in the 1970s, that we were headed down the wrong path. I read 1984 many times, and saw the clear signs of danger. The majority of the people allowed increasingly worse tyrants to be installed as leaders at all levels. Grumbled a bit about unfairness and unreasonableness, but no reforms were instituted. The tyrants became the literal monsters you see today, from school board officials, to mayors, to federal judges, to CEOs. There is no hope of anything ever getting better with this bunch in charge. But vey few listened to me. Unconstitutional roadblocks? No problem. Free speech zones? Sure, why not! Orwellian eye-scanners? Fine. Traffic light cameras? Bring it on!

By all measures, Americans had a completely different level of personal freedom 40 years ago than they do now. When I explain this to young people, they marvel, “wow- how did they let you do that?” And yet, without all those senseless, infringing, Boomer-inspired rules and regulations, everything ran much smoother. WWII veterans who drank whiskey on the job- and I knew many of them in my youth- were far more competent, and more reasonable, than the cold and sterile overlords supervising the Proles today. And the workers back then could smoke a joint before reporting for duty, and still be more productive than a regularly drug-tested employee is now.

We didn’t arrive at this sorry state of affairs by accident. I tried in vain to point out that Jefferson’s “long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism,” was playing out before our eyes, but the Sheeple remained asleep. Because of their massive stupidity, their children lost what was common for the “greatest generation;” decent private pensions, affordable healthcare, a living wage, protections under the Bill of Rights. As Ross Perot warned, they permitted enough “train of abuses” so that the next generation would be the first to have a lower standard of living than their parents. They passively watched the murder of the American Dream.

So, this is for all of you who snickered at me. Who scoffed, “that will never happen.” Who called me “crazy” and worse. My fellow “conspiracy theorists” and I were right about almost everything. We are no longer free. They have taken away our rights. Everything is a conspiracy when conspirators are in charge. We told you where we were headed, if you didn’t wake up. But you didn’t, and now we’re in Brave New World/1984 territory.

I may not get to say “I told you so” about some things. Telling the truth has become a revolutionary act, to quote Orwell. “Hate speech” is a political invention to limit free speech. There are two genders. Only women can have babies. Assassination is always wrong, because murder is always wrong. You don’t have the right to punch a “Nazi” or anyone else in the face. The dark side is completely in control now. They control the horizontal and the vertical, as they used to say on The Outer Limits. And so, those who haven’t gotten the maniacal memo will have to apologize for saying “woman” or “man,” or “boy” or “girl.” Blacks assaulting Asians is because of “White Supremacy.” Even the poorest Whites have a “privilege” that even the wealthiest Blacks don’t. History is written by the victors. We all know who the victors are.

So let me brag while I still can. Those FEMA camps are empty, and like many of us warned when they were created in the 1980s, they were built for somebody. I don’t want to be a political prisoner, like all those incarcerated for months in Washington, D.C., denied bail and subjected to solitary confinement and beatings. Julian Assange may be prosecuted, and Edward Snowden remains in exile. But Lori Lightfoot and Gretchen Whitmer have unchecked power, to terrorize their constituents. That ought to tell you all you need to know about the present state of the world.

I don’t mean to sound conceited. I didn’t foresee lots of things. Transgenderism destroying feminism. A “pandemic” that shut down the world. Inarticulate and improper English being celebrated as “Ebonics.” American officials openly boasting about killing people. Massive, in-your-face vote fraud, supplanting the more tactful dishonesty of previous elections. A billionaire reality TV star dividing the country. Statues being torn down, while the normally aggressive bullies with badges reacted like JFK’s Secret Service detail in Dallas.

But I did foresee the tyranny to come. You can’t allow official misconduct to go unpunished for that long, without enabling the authoritarian mindset we must contend with now. Laws mean nothing if they don’t apply equally to all. Obviously, they don’t apply equally here. Rules and standards of conduct also have to be the same across the board. They certainly aren’t in this country. Double standards and inconsistencies are everywhere.

Present-day America is the most corrupt nation in the history of the world. They can pound their chests about how we’re the “best,” and chant “USA! USA!” as loud as they want, but that doesn’t change reality. Some of us saw this coming, and told you so repeatedly. You didn’t listen. You made fun of us. And now, here we are. On the verge of implementing measures even Orwell never dreamed of. I won’t stick out my tongue. But I told you so.

The American Loneliness Phenomenon

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.

Everybody’s in Show Biz

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.

To Bitch or Not to Bitch

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 authorjeffries@gmail.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.

Tiny, Tiny Ripples of Hope

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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.

Wokeless and Second Class

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.

Conspiracies ‘R Us

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.