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.