Histoire(s) du Seth Rich

George Webb is making a masterpiece.

A map which is the same dimensions as the land being surveyed.

Like Borges.

Actual size.

George Webb is actually George Webb Sweigert.

And for the past 221 days, he has been conducting an EPIC crowdfunded (?) investigation into Seth Rich’s murder.

George Webb understands the allure of serialization.

In this day and age of “binge watching”.

I only caught wind of his massive art/justice project on day 219:  two days ago.

I watched in astonishment as this seeming mind straight out of A Study in Scarlet (1887) elucidated the demise of an American hero (as Kim Dotcom has said):  Seth Rich.

I have now posted this video twice, but I will post it once again…because it is what we in the pop music industry (hasta la vista) call a “hook”:

Watch it.

If you’re not intrigued, you might be dead already.

But if your wheels turn (like mine did), you might be inclined (strongly) to CATCH UP on this ESSENTIAL story.

And once you come to the present (day 221), you start going backwards.

And it is the most haunting horror movie–the most gripping suspense…more visceral than the best of Hitchcock.

And, as Orson Welles said, IT’S ALL TRUE!

Well, maybe…

Because, dear friends, I never knowingly sell you a false bill of goods.

As smart as I am (I will let you be the judge of that “level”), I am not capable of lying to you.

I might obfuscate.

I’m only human.

I get scared.

I speak in Joycean logorrhea.  Logic vomit.  Confetti.  Chromatic spaghetti.

But I have a soul.

And my soul leads me.

I fail.

But I get back up.  And try harder.  And try to improve.

Which means…we must QUESTION George Webb.

We must apply our skepticism broadly.

Which is to say, we must have open minds.

Not Open Society.  Open minds.

Think for yourself, George Soros.  Don’t think for me.  Don’t throw your money at propagandistic social engineering efforts.  You’ve been found out, György!

So.

Who is George Webb Sweigert?

https://www.linkedin.com/in/gwebb/

A tech guy from Portland (apparently).

I was wrong (maybe) to assume he had employment ties to the FBI/CIA.

If his C.V. is not a crock of shit, this guy is an IBM guy…a dude with a couple of bachelor’s degrees in business (woot woot!)…a guy who has seemingly had a long and successful career in a string of very boring tech jobs.

Is his resume credible?

Well, I have no reason to doubt it.

However, Webb makes reference to his former employment by McAfee in one of his videos.

Why is McAfee not on his LinkedIn profile?

Indeed, his McAfee story is fascinating.  Webb contends that while an employee at the virus protection software company, (to paraphrase) “half the company was writing virus protection software, and the other half were writing viruses”.

Now.

Where have we heard that before?

It is the kind of stuff Kim Dotcom goes on about.

And I believe there is A LOT of truth in it.

Let’s just put it this way:  weapons manufacturers’ bottom-lines closely correspond to the presence or absence of conflict.

Too vague?

How ’bout this.  Create the virus.  Sell the fix.

Or that old chestnut which gets mistaken for Hegel:

thesis + antithesis = synthesis

[it’s actually Fichte]

You may have heard it as “problem reaction solution”.

Yes, dear friends, it is well-documented that governments conduct false-flag attacks.

One British journalist added an endearing mutation to the meme pool recently by calling them “fake flag” attacks.

But getting to the point:  Orwell was right in 1984.

Governments DO bomb their own people.

But, dear friends, we are not here to bash governments today.

We are here to root out crime.

To bring down a syndicate so hideous that RICO legislation would have a hard time getting a grasp on the unwieldy hubris at work in this case.

We’re here to bring down the Clinton crime syndicate.

And, with it, the New World Order.

Kissinger began and ended (bookended) his 1994 book Diplomacy with discussion of “the new world order”.

This is not a conspiracy.

This is globalist jerks hiding in plain sight.

Because they think you’re too stupid (and lazy) [and afraid] to do anything about it.

Seth Rich.

Was murdered.

In Washington, D.C.

He was the source for the DNC emails.

Debbie Wasserman Schultz lost her job as the head of the DNC because of these leaks.

The leaks showed the corruption in the Democratic Party.

But that IS ONLY THE TIP OF THE FUCKING ICEBERG!

I cannot overstate the following:

Seth Rich’s murder is the nexus point from which a global crime syndicate can be unraveled.

Whether that cartel is taken down is up to you.

So here are the facts as George Webb has presented them:

Dr. Jack Sava operated on Seth Rich at Howard University Hospital.

Dr. Sava then went down the hill (up the hill?) to MedStar Georgetown Hospital with a patient (Seth Rich) whom he claimed was braindead.

Seth Rich’s organs were given to someone on a donor list.

The parents of said donor impersonated Rich’s own parents (thereby “fooling” hospital staff at MedStar into thinking this was a legit “signing” to let Rich die).

Dr. Sava used the name (an alias…one of several under which this doctor operates [literally]) Dr. Ateljevich when he brought Rich to MedStar.

Dr. Sava/Ateljevich impersonated a “fourth year medical intern” at MedStar.

Which is to say, reports that a “brave” young doctor has become a whistleblower ARE FALSE.

[that story was concocted from the beginning…to be released later…as it recently was]

Now.

Let’s establish the names once again.

Dr. Jack Sava.

Dr. Jack (?) Ateljevich.

Why, you may be asking, all this runaround?

Because, dear friends, Seth Rich had FBI bullets in his body.

Yeah.

And those bullets had to be removed to protect the Bureau from blowback.

They had to be removed at Howard University Hospital.

Then Rich could be taken to MedStar Georgetown University Hospital and left to die.

Dr. Sava, incidentally, seems to have done this sort of thing before.

In, of all places, Albania.

The pertinent location in that country seems to go by the name of “the yellow house”.

In other words, this ties into the ORGAN HARVESTING of which I spoke in my last post.

Now.

We must be fair.

I believe Webb’s actual words at one point are “The FBI killed Seth Rich”.

While that may be true, it seems to go against his recent revelation that Alpha Jalloh hired two MS-13 gang members to whack Rich.

As I posted last time, those gang members ended up dead in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina the day after Rich’s murder.

http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/crime/article89158707.html

[kill the killers…a.k.a. “dead men tell no tales”]

But here’s the rub.

It appears that MS-13 gangbangers “Rafael Aguilar, 31, and Carmelo Marmolejo-Calixto, 33” used AN FBI GUN to kill Seth Rich.

Not only that, they were equipped with an encrypted FBI radio to make their assassination of Rich possible (to “deconflict” and surveil law enforcement who were not in on the hit).

So in a roundabout way, it appears the FBI did kill Seth Rich, but it was through several layers of cutouts and intermediaries.

Alpha Jalloh was a car thief.

If you watch the video above, you will see that he almost certainly was “turned” by the FBI and used to hire the MS-13 gang members.

Now, you may be asking, why was this operation so sloppy and complicated?

Because reality.

Murphy’s law.

Seth Rich fought back.

He had bruises on his knees and elbows.

There was a struggle.

The intention (almost certainly) was not to shoot him after he left Lou’s City Bar in D.C.

The plan was probably something like the Vince Foster murder.

Rich would be found in a park.

Something like that.

Who knows.

But the TWO HOSPITALS aspect almost certainly speaks to a botched assassination.

Which is why the story is unraveling.

And why George Webb > every mainstream media outlet combined.

So here are some strands for researchers to pull.

WRTC.  @BeA_Donor

“WRTC is the official #DonateLife organization for the DC area.  Register today as an organ and tissue donor at the DMV or online at beadonor.org/register”

Ok, Judicial Watch.

Ok, you FOIA experts.

Who got an organ donation the night Seth Rich died at MedStar hospital?

Another thread to pull.

It appears the Clinton crime syndicate was surveilling the Democratic Caucus in the House since the Bill Clinton administration (possibly even before that) by way of the DCCC:  the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee.

[notice, by the way, that I haven’t said a thing about Trump so far…till now.  which should tell you, I want this fucking case SOLVED because Seth Rich did not deserve to DIE for being a leaker who exposed massive corruption]

The DCCC appears to be the nexus point through which the Awan brothers worked on behalf of the Clinton crime syndicate to surveil and blackmail Congressional Democrats.

How?

Because they had access to all their communications.

For decades.

Through “doped BlackBerrys” and “syncing laptops”, etc.

This goes back to the Verizon, AT&T, and BlackBerry (?) stores in the bottom of the U.S. Capitol Building.

And also goes back to why Debbie Wasserman Schultz recently threatened the Chief of the Capitol Police with “consequences” if her laptop was not returned.

What the fuck?!?

This lady.  DWS.  What a fucking moron!

It’s documented.

She threatened a peace officer.

Fuck her.

And why did she do it?

Because she’s desperate.

What’s on that laptop, Debbie?

NGP VAN.

Seth Rich likely knew that money for Bernie Sanders (donations) were being criminally diverted to the Hillary Clinton coffers.

The thread to pull is NGP VAN @NGPVAN

“NGP VAN is the leading technology provider to Democratic & progressive campaigns & organizations.  For support requests, email support(at)ngpvan(dot)com”

[this isn’t about Republican and Democrat.  this is about crime.  murder.  corruption.  solve the crime.  the authorities apparently aren’t going to do it for us.  unless we do the work for them.  and force them to investigate.  “drain the swamp” means a new start for both sides.  the corruption which has seeped into the FBI & CIA?  those corrupt individuals?  “drive them out”]

Brad Bauman @bradbaumn

“Former Executive Director of the Congressional Progressive Caucus.”

But it should read,

“Hi.  I’m the guy the DNC glued to the Rich family’s front door to cock-block any investigation into this exceptionally creepy, repugnant political murder.  I speak for the Rich family, which is to say…the DNC.  The Rich family don’t know why I speak for them.  That’s because they haven’t realized that we murdered their son.  Have a nice day :)”

Brad Bauman.  PR wanker.  Public relations.  The lowest form of humans.  Goes all the way back to that shit-tome Public Opinion (1922) by Walter Lippman.

Bauman and the DNC need a “cease and desist”.

Where’s the real law enforcement in this country?

Investigate this goddamned murder!

American University.  D.C.

Where the “drop” ostensibly happened involving the thumb drive which eventually made its way to WikiLeaks.

Craig Murray.  @CraigMurrayOrg

“Historian and human rights activist.  Former British Ambassador.”

He was the receiver (I believe) of the “drop”.

At American University.

He has said that “it wasn’t the Russians”.

[yes, the Seth Rich story would be a big dose of “shut the fuck up” for the majority of media in the United States…but not a peep…except Sean Hannity…who almost got lynched for sticking a toe in these waters]

Craig Murray has said that it was an insider.

I’m saying (we’re saying) [Julian Assange all but said] it was Seth Rich.

That was for the DNC DUMP.

Another leaker would be needed to explain the availability of the Podesta emails.

{it should, however, be mentioned that Podesta’s password was /hold your breath/ “p@ssword”…  really.}

Was it Eric Braverman?  [former CEO of the Clinton Foundation]

I don’t know.

That, dear friends, is all I’ve got.

Jean-Luc Godard’s magnum opus, Histoire(s) du cinéma was 266 minutes long.

I don’t know what George Webb’s 221 days of “transient random-noise bursts with announcements” totals in running time (so far), but it’s a masterpiece in the making.

Watch it here

-PD

YouTube as cinema

I ain’t gonna lie to you.

[I never do]

This is gonna be real fuckin’ political.

Wow…

That is a really shitty introduction.

Ok..

YouTube.

Yes.

I have had a sort of prejudice against YouTube for some time…and it is purely an aesthetic aversion.

It goes like this….

Artists should be judged in the best format possible.

If you can only see snippets of Histoire(s) du cinéma on YouTube, then do it.

I took the hard road.

Back when I was poor.

[I’ve always been poor…more or less]

Histoire(s) du cinéma is my favorite film ever made.

And part of that joy–that devotion I have to this 4-plus-hour Godard masterpiece is the ORDEAL through which I went to even SEE it.  Period.

I first heard about it from Richard Brody.

Brody wrote a very fine biography of Godard.

Never mind for a second that Brody is a pompous, liberal twat.

He’s a good writer.

When he’s writing about something good.

But his everyday thoughts generally suck.

[tangential observation]

So there was an aura of elusiveness around Histoire(s) du cinéma.

Perhaps men (and women) know this as the unobtainable lover.

If we’re being really cinematic, we’ll call it cet obscur objet du désir.

When I was just a broke lad (as I still am), I bought a region-free DVD player JUST TO WATCH ONE FUCKING FILM.

Histoire(s) du cinéma.

And it was worth it.

It changed my life.

[to elucidate, the movie was only available as a French DVD import…and, as you may or may not know, DVDs from other countries (generally speaking) will not play in your country.  The United States falls under Region 1.  Region 2 is Europe (including Turkey?), Japan, MENA, and South Africa.  Region 3 is Southeast Asia (with the exceptions of Japan and China).  Region 4 is South America (and “Latin America” {Mexico?}) {but not French Guiana, as that is technically FRANCE proper /thus Region 2/}, Australia, New Zealand…  Region 5 is a sort of “third world” melange:  South Asia (presumably including India and Pakistan), Afghanistan, Russia (a bit of an insult by DVD CCA?), Ukraine (not quite Europe yet…sorry Brzezinski), Africa (with the exception of South Africa {plus Lesotho and Swaziland} and Egypt), Central Asia (the Stans…thanks Zbig), Mongolia, and (last but not least) North Korea.  Oh…and Belarus.  Region 6 belongs solely to mainland China (no Macau, Hong Kong, and certainly not Taiwan).  Region 7 is a bizarre amalgam…including “MPAA-related activities”.  But Region 8 takes the cake:  “international venues” (which, in this context, means aircraft, cruise ships, and spacecraft (!).  {“Hey Dave, did you bring that Region 8 copy of 2001:  A Space Odyssey?  “Aw shit…I just picked up a Region 1 copy.  I guess we could circumvent it?”  “I’m sorry Dave, but I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”  etc. etc. etc.}]

That small footnote requires some elaboration.

MENA = Middle East and North Africa (I misused it [in this case] as only Egypt is included [and not Libya, Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco, etc.]

DVD CCA = DVD Copy Control Association…as far as I can tell, the organization making our lives hell when it comes to playing foreign DVDs.

MPAA = Motion Picture Association of America.  Current members appear to be: Walt Disney, Paramount Pictures, Sony Pictures, Twentieth Century Fox, Universal Studios, and Warner Bros

and an FYI

DVD = digital versatile disc

All of which is to say, I WAS REALLY FUCKING SERIOUS ABOUT SEEING Histoire(s) du cinéma.

And, I suppose, the artist in me tries to take the high road as regards IP.

IP = intellectual property

But mostly, I didn’t want to see crappy versions of classics…on YouTube…unless I absolutely had to.

But now, there are journalists who are KILLING IT on YouTube.

The first who really caught my attention was David Seaman.  His reportage on pizzagate (which has morphed into the more-accurately-named pedogate) was fantastic.  And then one day he took all his videos down.  I think he was getting pushback from YouTube (which is, of course, owned by Google [or, rather, YouTube and Google are owned by the same parent company which is called Alphabet]).  Seaman was provocative.  Maybe YouTube screwed him over.  I don’t know.  I wouldn’t doubt it.  But he seems to be starting his own media company called Fulcrum.  And I wish him the best with that.

Other than David Seaman, I had not really discovered a YouTube “personality” (journalists, in both cases) till yesterday.  And I just must say:  George Webb has been recently eviscerating (no pun intended) the Seth Rich cover story which has been the explanation of record for nearly a full year.

Yesterday I posted this video

But last night I went through many more Webb videos.

And so I want to let you know the information…so that you don’t have to watch them…unless you have the time to watch them.

First of all, who the hell is George Webb?

Well, from his videos, I’ve gathered that he used to work at McAfee.  And although he seems to have some sort of personal relationships with significant FBI and CIA agents, he revealed in one of his videos that his main sources are rather Israeli (Mossad), French (DGSE), Dutch, and Russian (SVR) intelligence services.

Now, this is a very curious collection of intel agencies.

Keep in mind that the SVR are the civilian external intelligence agency of the Russian Federation.   The GRU is the military external intelligence agency of the Russian Federation.  And although the SVR is the direct successor of the KGB, the GRU does far more HUMINT than the SVR (a 6 to 1 ratio of spies in the field).

Ok…

It turns out that the Russian SVR was tracking Alpha Jalloh as a terrorist.  I believe they tried to warn the U.S. Gov that someone was going to be killed…that Jalloh was going to kill someone.  Perhaps that message didn’t get through.  But Jalloh did indeed hire the two MS-13 gang members to kill Seth Rich.  [and then the two hitmen were killed the next day in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina]

Link here

It appears that there is a Mike Posillico who has been involved in getting Pakistani ISI (their version of CIA) into the United States.  Since 1991!

If I remember correctly, Posillico works or worked for the State Department.

The cover (hey,  cinema!) under which these Pakistani spies were being smuggled into the country during the Clinton and Obama years was FILM SCHOOL.  In New York!  Even if these guys had no talent, Foggy Bottom (metonym for U.S. State Department) would have someone ghost write a book about cinema and voila!  You’re a famous Pakistani film critic!  Welcome to America.

But what makes all of this very dark is that it is tied into ORGAN HARVESTING.

I know.

Sounds beyond the pale.

The organ harvesting seems to be run from Pakistan.

But it is also tied to Abu Dhabi and Dubai in the United Arab Emirates.

In addition, it involves (in those two emirates) the Cleveland Clinic and the Mayo Clinic.

Basically what we’re outlining for you is the Clinton crime cartel.

If you thought it was just a figure of speech, then buckle up.

It involves three things.

  1. drugs
  2. organ harvesting
  3. human trafficking

Plus a 4th concern:  money laundering (to be able to spend the profits of these horrible operations).

So when pizzagate folks seemed to jump the gun regarding Hillary Clinton running a child sex ring, they may have been dead on the money.

The principal company which has and now does again come under scrutiny is DynCorp.

Webb alludes to the violence in Chicago.  The innumerable shootings.

As being part of this global (Clinton Global Initiative, Clinton Foundation) organ harvesting enterprise.

As I wrote previously, it appears that the personal communications of perhaps 80-100 congresspeople have been compromised by way of “doped BlackBerrys” and “syncing laptops”.

This is where Debbie Wasserman Schultz comes in.

She threatened the D.C. Capitol Police Chief with “consequences” if she didn’t get her laptop back.

As all commentators have chimed in chorus, “What could possibly be on that laptop which would cause her to threaten this police chief?”

Back to the BlackBerries and other devices, Webb outlines that there are stores (Verizon, AT&T…BlackBerry?) in the bottom of the U.S. Capitol Building.

I think Webb’s hypothesis is that Hillary’s network was SPYING ON CONGRESS.  For a long time!

So you add that to the unbelievable amount of sleaze surrounding this lady.

But let’s go back to Seth Rich.

Rich had leaked material to WikiLeaks.  That is all but notarized at this point.

The DNC, Hillary Clinton, John Podesta, the Deep State…they decided to make an example of Rich.

So when he went to Lou’s City Bar, none of the regulars were there.

Maybe they brought in different employees.

And Rich gets really drunk…supposedly.

Says he wants to leave.

The bar calls him a cab (which company?), which is driven by the two MS-13 guys.

As one of the bar employees (or faux employees) tries to get Rich into the cab, he realizes it’s a set up.

There’s some kind of altercation (bruises on his elbows and knees).

He either runs or tries to run.

And he is shot twice by apparently a small caliber gun.

It’s at this point which no one’s story lines up.

One paper (or news channel) showed one static shot of the crime scene.

But it wasn’t even on the correct street.

So maybe it was stock footage.

Who knows.

But the picture does not harmonize with the police report.

Also, the police put out no lookout.

Though Rich was conscious and breathing, they seem to have not asked for descriptions of the shooters nor which direction they went.

So here we have standard procedure being violated.

And it would be violated.  Over and over again…until Seth Rich was finally dead.

He went through surgery.  He was fine.  He would live.

But then the “authorities” showed up.

“Guarded” his room.

And he was dead by morning.

Something like that.

Lots of funny business over this guy who blew open how corrupt the DNC is.

And, it bears mentioning again, that the Seth Rich story serves as the perfect counterbalance to the “red scare” being employed by the Left.

DNC says they’ve been hacked by Russia, but they don’t call the FBI.  In fact, they don’t even let the FBI near their server.  They call CrowdStrike.  And CrowdStrike finds Russian footprints.

Which could be the Umbrage tool which the CIA developed to do fake hackings attributable to any number of foreign state actors (including Russia).

[Umbrage was made known thanks to the Vault7 dump by WikiLeaks]

So this DNC, in a panic perhaps, went to that old bogeyman:  Russia.

Sure.  The people will believe that.

They won’t believe a kid named Seth Rich…whose nickname was Panda.

No, they won’t believe that he, as a Bernie supporter, was appalled when he found out what kind of fraud was going on in the DNC. Perhaps even multiple polling places in the voter app which Rich helped create:  one list of polls on Hillary’s site (which would be the real polls) and another list to throw people offtrack.  Just so she could beat Bernie.

Yeah, it was a rotten trick.

But once you know she’s an organ harvester, it’s more like a parlor trick in comparison.

And so Seth Rich, the patriotic American, said, “Fuck you, Hillary Clinton!  You’re finished.”

But he spoke with his actions.

And his actions got him killed.

Irony, then again, that Debbie Wasserman Schultz (who lost her job because of the DNC emails) should have a brother who is the Federal Prosecutor for the area where Seth Rich was killed.  And the Podesta family seem to have direct relationships not only with the D.C. Police in general, but even with THE FIRST RESPONDING OFFICERS.

In the end, it appears Seth Rich was shot with FBI bullets from an FBI gun…in an operation conducted with encrypted FBI radios.

And after the bullets were taken out at one hospital, they didn’t sew him back up, but left him untied (bowels) as they moved him to another hospital.  Employees at new hospital knew nothing of gunshot wounds.  They just thought it was some sort of sepsis.

I have to hand it to George Webb.

He’s way over my head at many points.

But I appreciate his work.

And I look forward to watching the backstory.

Because this is a very twisted, long-term operation.

Finding out who killed Seth Rich (and why) reveals a truly chilling, revolting network which needs to be shut down.

Check out George Webb on YouTube to get up-to-date on this international criminal conspiracy about which the Deep State is going to do everything to keep off the airwaves.

This poor bloke, Seth Rich, deserves justice.

He showed what a rotten human being Hillary Clinton is.

He showed that Bernie got cheated.

I’m no fan of Bernie.

But this is a chance for the Bernie and Trump movements to come together.

Trump talked about “driving them out” when speaking about terrorists.

I think it is perfectly applicable to the Clintons and sad fucking bastards like George Soros:  drive them out!

-PD

News as cinema

I write for therapy.

This.

What I’m doing now.

Is therapeutic for me.

And sharing it with the world is a way of confronting my fears.

But as John Cale so wisely sang, “They say…that fear…is a man’s best friend.”

So then…what of news?

What of this prompt which I have chosen?

I may be mistaken, but I believe Richard Brody’s monograph on Jean-Luc Godard is taken from a quote by the director himself:  Everything is Cinema.

It is a phenomenon we find in other fields.

Those savants.

Like Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys.

Or like the great multi-instrumentalist Roland Kirk.

They hear THE WORLD as music.

Sounds.  A plane’s engine.

They hear the fundamental pitch of the turboprop.

Or, as in the perfect documentary Genghis Blues, a trained ear might hear 3 pitches or more…in the buzz of a distant weed-eater.

And that’s probably a brand.  Like Kleenex.

But who gives a fuck 🙂

News.

All day.  Every day.

And especially on those days when we are stuck somewhere.

Northerners might know it as a snow day.

Those of us closer to the equator are more used to “rainy days”.

To “save it for a rainy day”.

This phrase.

It’s as if it has existed since the dawn of time.

Which would be…the invention of the sundial?

Indeed…the apparent movement of the sun is a clock in itself.

One of the greatest mind fucks ever.

The reality that we are moving.  Yet we feel like we are standing still.

Earth.

News of the world!

When we are stuck inside (for various reasons), it is now harder than ever to avoid the news.

Because we don’t want to MISS OUT!

Something might HAPPEN!

And this urge to be “up to date” can while away an entire box on the calendar.

Perhaps, before we know it, we have consumed news…as if it were a movie.

But NEWS is becoming more exciting all the time.

In fact, it is categorically more interactive than the movie theater experience.

You can, theoretically, “reply” to Donald Trump.

On Twitter.

You can call Theresa May a “dumb bitch”.

Just about anything you want.

Until, of course, your trolling turns back on itself.

Which is why I advise against trolling (unless you have a strong stomach).

Because verily, there is a war on…in America.

And it is the most confusing gumbo of a war ever invented.

Race.  Gender.  Money.  Style.  Religion.

So many variables.

So many categories.

And that dreaded “hyphen” about which John Wayne warned on his audio album America, Why I Love Her.

This record came out in 1973.

And indeed, track two is called “The Hyphen”.

In it, Wayne talks about how hyphenated Americans (African-Americans, etc.) should consider themselves simply Americans.  Period.

His rendition and verbiage is much more persuasive that what I just related, yet it’s a surprisingly “kind and gentle” album on the whole.

America is at war.

In Afghanistan.

And many other places.

An American special forces operator was killed just recently in Syria.

But let’s think foregrounding and backgrounding.

mise-en-scène

The two U.S. aircraft carriers near North Korea are to shortly be joined by a third (U.S.S. Nimitz).  From what I have read today, this is an unprecedented build up of naval force (at least in recent memory).

Indeed, the Nimitz was diverted from the Middle East to instead patrol South East Asia.

But we know from watching our propaganda televisions that there is only one formula being presented to the people (on behalf of the military-industrial complex and their war-profiteering investors [owners]):  time for more war.

The psychotic elite in the United States want war in Syria.  U.S. troops on the ground.

They also want war in Libya.  U.S. troops on the ground.

That theater of war (you can’t make this shit up) is now likely to employ British troops (after the Manchester false flag…which left a abecedarian trail back to North Africa).

But then we can’t forget about Iran.

Trump doesn’t like Iran.  The leaders.

Israel hates Iran.  Saudi Arabia strongly dislikes Iran.

But here’s where Russia comes into the picture (in a way which harmonizes with reality).

Russia’s client states in the region are Iran and Syria.

The U.S. has been a client state (yes!) of Saudi Arabia and Israel.

We fracked our way out from beneath the boot of Saud.

And Obama’s only achievement (dissing Netanyahu) was so limp-wristed as to have been completely undone in 100 days or so.

Then we have NATO border tension in the Baltic States.

Russia is none too pleased by Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia beefing up their armaments.

U.S. troop numbers have increased in Poland.

And there starts to be a kind of “red line” which Russia (not necessarily Putin…not yet) is drawing in the sand.

Try to take Crimea, and we go nuclear.

Because, they argue, that Russia would then be defenseless.

So Russia seems to think that a first strike policy might be their only way of making it out of this new cold war.

But the civil war in the United States…the carnivalesque spectacle of Maxine Waters…and the Podesta Mook Shake Shack “Russia did it” conspiracy “must have the Russians laughing up their sleeves” (to quote the President)…because we can’t get anything done.

Indeed, it seems like we are a house of cards which is destined to fall.

And now is the last battle.

Or the beginning of the last.

Things can improve.

But where will our troops be when the house of cards finally collapses?

Will they be in the middle of fighting brand new wars?

There is, then, only one person who can resuscitate our economy.

That’s what will keep us going.

And that one man is Donald Trump.

Which is why it’s so important to expose the propaganda which John Podesta and Robby Mook concocted over some late night Shake Shack.

The “Russia did it” story comes from the losers themselves.

So the myopia of the left is pulling the country down.

It is sabotage at all levels.  And my any means necessary.

Fortunately for the country, Trump is a tough cookie.

And so are his supporters.

Let’s name the Trump states (if you don’t mind):

-Alabama (victory by 28%)

-Alaska (by 15%)

-Arizona (by 4%)

-Arkansas (by 27%)

-Florida (by 1%)

-Georgia (by 5%)

-Idaho (by 32%)

-Indiana (by 19%)

-Iowa (by 10%)

-Kansas (by 21%)

-Kentucky (by 30%)

-Louisiana (by 20%)

-Maine (got one electoral vote, but lost the other three)

-Michigan (by 0.3%)

-Mississippi (by 17%)

-Missouri (by 19%)

-Montana (by 20%)

-Nebraska (by 25%)

-North Carolina (by 3%)

-North Dakota (by 36%)

-Ohio (by 8%)

-Oklahoma (by 37%)

-Pennsylvania (by 1%)

-South Carolina (by 14%)

-South Dakota (by 30%)

-Tennessee (by 26%)

-Texas (by 9%)

-Utah (by 18%)

-West Virginia (by 41%)

-Wisconsin (by 1%)

-Wyoming (by 47%)

 

These are the true rednecks…in order:

  1. Wyoming (47% MAGA of victory)
  2. West Virginia (41% MAGA of victory)
  3. Oklahoma (37% MAGA of victory)
  4. North Dakota (36% MAGA of victory)
  5. Idaho (32% MAGA of victory)
  6. South Dakota and Kentucky tied (30% MAGA of victories)
  7. Alabama (28% MAGA of victory)
  8. Arkansas (27% MAGA of victory)
  9. Tennessee (26% MAGA of victory)
  10. Nebraska (25% MAGA of victory)
  11. Kansas (21% MAGA of victory)
  12. Louisiana and Montana tied (20% MAGA of victories)
  13. Indiana and Missouri tied (19% MAGA of victoires)
  14. Utah (18% MAGA of victory)
  15. Mississippi (17% MAGA of victory)
  16. Alaska (15% MAGA of victory)
  17. South Carolina (14% MAGA of victory)
  18. Iowa (10% MAGA of victory)
  19. Texas (9% MAGA of victory)
  20. Ohio (8% MAGA of victory)

We’ll stop there 🙂

The Trump movement does not appreciate what the heavily-weighted-liberal media is doing to their guy.

My guy.

So we are vigilant.

And every moment you get a new piece of news.

Little changes.

Developments in stories.

And stories which won’t go away.

I guess you could say there’s a lot of the mystery genre in news.

Especially when grand conspiracies are being debated.

Keep in mind, both the Left (“Russia did it”) and the Right (Seth Rich) are currently trying to unweave Byzantine plots to get some truth.

Unfortunately for the Left, their conspiracy theory doesn’t seem to have much to stand on.

Seth Rich’s death is daily being elucidated.

Nevertheless, we are living in categorically CONSPIRATORIAL times.

So watch the news, my friends…BUT DON’T WATCH TOO MUCH!  It’s a THRILLER!

 

-PD

Cognitive Dissonance and Musical Dissonance

How am I going to connect this to film?

A:  I don’t have to

However, it will always come back there.

Even more so, it will always come back to music.

My first love.

My first degree.

Dissonance is set in opposition to consonance.

Play two notes which are very close to one another and you get dissonance.

More precisely.

Press two keys of a piano which are side by side (for instance, C and Db…in this case, one white and one black) and you have struck what is arguably the most dissonant interval in Western music:  a minor 2nd.

In equal temperament (the tuning system which prevails in Western countries), no two pitches can be closer together (in terms of hertz…vibrations per second) than those pitches which constitute a minor 2nd interval.

Even a major 2nd is usually considered less dissonant than a minor 2nd.

And all that has changed is that the two pitches are a little farther apart in a major 2nd interval.

This trend continues.

Minor 3rd (more consonant that a m2 or M2 interval).

Major 3rd (quite consonant indeed…at least in comparison to m2, M2, and m3).

Perfect 4th.

Ahhh…we come to a truly consonant interval.

Finally.

But before we can arrive at another, we are foiled by the dreaded b5/#4:

the tritone.

Indeed, nothing quite so piques the Western ear (aside from the minor 2nd) as the tritone.

It was called the “Devil’s interval” long ago.

And though that superstition has largely passed (at least in its literal sense), a tritone is likely to make a Western listener uneasy.

Now, I could keep going with this tour of intervals.

[which doubles back on itself until a true “repeat in history” is achieved at the octave]

But I sense that your attention is fleeting (unless you are a muso…picking apart my imprecise music theory).

So I will get to a point.

Q:  What is cognitive dissonance?

Is that like believing p and not p at the same time?

For instance, Salman Abedi bombed the Ariana Grande concert…and Salman Abedi did not bomb the Ariana Grande concert.

Is that cognitive dissonance?

I’m being parably (not parabolically) coy here.  Fey.

Obtuse.

Abstruse.

Let’s go back to that formula (in symbolic logic).

p&¬p

Is that cognitive dissonance?

If we formulate it ¬(p&¬p), then (conditional) we’ve successfully ideated the law of non-contradiction.

So important to Leibniz.

From Aristotle.

And thus, we are well on our way to disavowing both “fuzzy logic” and “quantum logic”.

Let’s get fuzzy first.

As a prelude, we will clarify another bedrock law of classical logic:  the law of the excluded middle.

[both this and the previous (non-contradiction) law are expansive ways of saying “one or the other”]

pv¬p

In English, p or not p.

There is no middle.

There is no in-between.

There is no nuance.

It is either one, or the other.

Either Salman Abedi bombed the Ariana Grande concert, or he did not bomb the Ariana Grande concert.

There can be no other option.

[in classical logic]

But if subatomic particles do not behave according to classical logic (and they don’t), then why should we assume that classical logic will best explain the events of our world (which is made up of subatomic particles)?

A:  we shouldn’t

We shouldn’t assume such.

Though it tease the mind, we should entertain shades of meaning…and thereby get the REAL truth.

In fuzzy logic, if the phrase “Salman Abedi bombed the Ariana Grande concert” is 51% true, then it is true (though it is 49% false).

Conversely, if the phrase “Salman Abedi bombed the Ariana Grande concert” is 51% false,  then it is false (though it be 49% true).

[at least that’s my interpretation of fuzzy logic]

Like musical dissonance, fuzzy logic can be represented by points on a continuum.

51% true is (all things considered) NOT VERY TRUE 🙂

But if the statement changes (assuming the account is accurate) to “Salman Abedi really did bomb the Ariana Grande concert”, perhaps a numerical equivalent would be that the statement is now 52% true (or even, say, 75% true).

This train of thought continues upon the same track.

If we were to encounter (and it were to be borne out be evidence) “Salman Abedi really fucking did indeed bomb the Ariana Grande concert”, then our point on the continuum would plot closer to certainty (or pure truth…if there is such a thing).

Thus, the last statement would be 53% true (or, God forbid, 100% true).

If we reach the end of the continuum (either end), then we are not dealing anymore with fuzzy logic…but rather, we are back to classical logic.

One or the other.

¬(p&¬)

and

pv¬p

But I wonder if we could describe cognitive dissonance (not fully appreciating the contradiction of beliefs held in one mind) as the root of confirmation bias?

Such that confirmation bias could be called “applied cognitive dissonance”.

The word “applied” (at the beginning of a phrase) has such an august pomp about it.

But if it puts a bad out in the world (as opposed to a good…singular of goods…in an economic sense) in its appliance, all manner of absurd situations can be assumed to follow.

What about “applied schizophrenia”?

Is that possible?

Or even the more mundane:  applied anxiety (hmmm…could be an asset…depending).

Applied depression.  That might be harder.

But it could be thought of as a weaponization.

Weaponized depression.

A person so glum that they destroy the morale of an entire enemy battalion.

So how would we get such a clinically depressed soldier…out of bed…and into the other side’s army?

Backing up to confirmation bias.

Even the contradicting evidence supports our case.

That’s confirmation bias.

That U.K. authorities have stated that 22-year-old Salman Abedi killed 22 people on May 22nd by means of a bomb may actually (and it does) further convince me (and provide proof of something afoot) that NOBODY DIED IN MANCHESTER.

If I follow that path, I am engaging in confirmation bias.

Or, as we said, applied cognitive dissonance.

I’m taking in new information (which contradicts my Ur-theory), but I’m merely incorporating the new information into a more and more twisted tree of mosaic logic.

Perhaps only the Sorities paradox can explain what happens as we dwindle down from the heaping certainty of 100% true to 51% true.

Indeed, in fuzzy logic, there is no excluded middle.

So 50% true would also be 50% false.

A statement with those truth values would be both true and false (equally) and neither true nor false (each being equally negated).

[like the liar’s paradox, it is an infinite (infuriating) loop]

As for quantum logic, perhaps only one film I know of can represent it and that is Mulholland Drive.

Then again, the films of Stan Brakhage might equally symbolize this realm of alternate reasoning.

When we watch films, we see through the director’s eyes.

Yet none of us with see the exact same thing…because our minds (and all our memories) are engaged in the viewing process…giving everyone (truly everyone) a unique viewing experience.

I would add that art operates by its own logic(s).

Then the question is this:  do we intend to play our brains like pianos?

Do we intend to apply our cognitive dissonances?

First we must visualize the keyboard.

Locate our peculiar, clashing beliefs.

But can we than “apply” them by way of confirmation bias?

Well, of course.

But learning the scales will be the toughest.

For that will take a very thorough mindfulness which, I reckon, not many of us possess.

Film.

Cinema.

Movies.

Art.

Operation according to their own myriad logics.

And the logic of each auteur structures the world(s) he or she brings us in film.

And how important PLAY and FREE ASSOCIATION become in the mixed up soup of art.

Even to get the right pigments.

Might have to throw your shoe into the vat.

Bulk quantities of paint.

To paint the waterlilies a million times.

Every day.

And the crows in the field.

And back to the church stones glowing at different times of day.

Shades of light.  Degrees of day.  Heat.

One word must weave into the next.

Know that we should never stop dreaming.

Never stop learning.

Never stop questioning.

And have the bravery which Plato counted as truly a virtue.

 

-PD

Movies take time

But they also give it back.

And, not least, they preserve it.

A very stilted intro.

Too precise, for my taste.

My writing facility depends upon off-the-cuff meeting the solid immediacy of memory.

A fluid motion.

Deepest thought.  As no thinking whatsoever.

I liken it to music.

In music…you don’t have TIME to think about it.  Sometimes.

Especially in improvisation.

You must immediately choose.

And such decision theory would be well-served to focus on practice.

The importance of practice.

Muscle memory.

The battle being won (or lost) before one ever gets to the battlefield.

Movies take time.

We would all (probably) like to sit around watching movies all day.

I am luckier than most.  Perhaps.

But I still cannot find TIME to watch movies.  Sometimes.

Which makes me a pretty dubious film critic.

Yet film criticism is not dependent upon an ever-replenishing hopper of movies.

Perhaps I avoid writing about the same film twice (I do…avoid that), but there is a time TO PUT IT ALL TOGETHER.

Which is why, for me, Jean-Luc Godard’s Histoire(s) du cinéma is not only HIS greatest film, but (in my opinion, of course) the greatest film of all time.

In his magnum opus, Godard succeeds in saying everything and saying nothing.

More or less.  Sort of.

And TIME has a large part to do with that.

At 266 minutes (4 1/2 hours…you’re welcome), it’s not a flick to throw on lightly.

Especially after you see the subject matter.

Cinema.

To be sure.

But EVERYTHING ELSE…TOO!

Such that film could not progress…down (or up) through TIME…without dragging with it the “great” moments in history.

[the exception being the Holocaust…which, as Godard repeatedly points out, was (for one reason or another) never documented…as it went on…as far as we know]

For Godard, the liberation of the camps was not good enough.

Film, he seems to argue, FAILED the Jews (and, indeed, the world) by not BEING THERE.

[which is ironic…considering the many Jewish founders of Hollywood]

And so Hollywood has tried to make up for lost time.

Spielberg.

Schindler’s List.

But it cannot be done.

That rupture in film history can never be fixed.

Unless, in some state archive, there exists Nazi films which would give a face to the horror about which we can only read.

But I did not intend this to be about Histoire(s) (or even about Godard).

I, as I so often do, just started writing.

Because I needed to write.

And I need my readers.

I care if you listen 🙂

[Milton Babbitt be damned!]

Films take time.

Watching a movie.

That’s a big chunk of day (or night).

And we often cannot squeeze that in.

Perhaps we could.

But we would feel guilty, somehow.

For we would be neglecting other…priorities.

In all of this, I am just thankful to have the time I have.

Thankful for health (though it be relative).

Thankful for prayers answered.

Thankful for the peace we enjoy here and there.

I’m thankful for my fellow men and women.

Those who have high aspirations.

Those who have achieved.

Those who give so much of themselves to the betterment of our planet.

I thank God.

Without God, I would be lost.

But in my hardships, I can feel the presence of a loving spirit.

I thank you, my readers.

Some of you have read me for a long time.

And you have been my friends.

No matter how weird I am 🙂

[and I am weird!]

I would leave you with on pithy story.

That of Phineas Gage.

In 1848, a meter-long steel rod was shot through his head.

But he did not die.

It is, most certainly, a hard story to stomach.

But Mr. Gage (it is said) retrieved some of his personality…later in life…while living in Chile…and driving a stagecoach.

It is significant…that his improvement…correlated to structure.

Having a daily structure.

This seemed to help his mind.

Well, friends…

I will leave it there.

As the clock is always ticking.

It is now 10 minutes into the new day.

Be well.  Good luck.  Expect good things 🙂

 

-PD

End of cinema?

No.

God willing.

But the beginning of health.

What things do we need for health?

Sleep.

Food.

Water.

Love?

Yes, love.

Hope.

Mental well-being.

Sanity 🙂

So, dear friends, as a critic…I must criticize myself.

And I do.

I know.

I have patterns.

And I am fine with some of them.

  1.  I am a skeptic

If there is a bombing in Ankara, I say, “Was there REALLY a bombing?”

If China lands on the moon, I say, “Did they REALLY land on the moon?”

You get the picture.

But sometimes (often) in my skepticism I lose perspective.

And I usually regain it the next day.

[more or less]

I think it can be best explained like this.

9/11 traumatized me like nothing before or since.

I’m sure many people share this reaction.

But 9/11 changed me very much.

All of a sudden, I wanted to know about the CIA.

I wanted to know about the NSA.

MI6.

Raven Rock Mountain.

Etc. etc. etc.

Indeed, that there is a peculiar sort of blowback.

A truly savvy “deep state” would have let sleeping dogs lie.

But 9/11 woke many from their trances.

Some rallied round the flag.

I was late in doing that.

I was mainly wracked with empathy.

Verily, I can imagine few more horrifying deaths than those experienced by the victims in the World Trade Center.

And so I rallied for their sake.

I didn’t wanna go kill someone.

I didn’t join the Army.

[maybe I should have]

I gradually wanted to know one thing about 9/11:  the truth.

And we get exposed to new ideas in such passing caroms of conversation.

A snippet here.  A remembered word.

I’ll be honest:  I’m not a fighter.

And, shame on me, I’m not sufficiently loving either.

For when there is love in the heart, a person can do no harm.

But I let my more petty instincts get the better of me.

I insult.

I rail.

I denigrate.

Truly, it is not very big of me.

[not to be confused with bigamy…]

Continuing…

It’s not very “responsible” of me to mouth off about something like the incident in Manchester last night.

Because truly I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.

I may have a few snatches of truth…but my logic is bad.

I acknowledge that.

I am no lawyer.

Maybe some day.

But probably not 🙂

And yet, the best thing we can do is say we’re sorry…when we fuck up.

I don’t know shit about shit.

I’m not an expert.

I’m certainly not an expert in terrorism.

But I have devoted a large part of my life to educating myself.

About the things they don’t teach you in school.

But I say this most honestly:  I have no ill will towards anyone.

And so to the good men and women in the UK and other countries who are fighting terrorism, I salute you.

You have an unenviable task.

And we thank you for keeping us safe.

If anyone died last night in Manchester…in a bombing…I am truly sorry.

Indeed, I find the whole thing hard to fathom.

Which probably explains my aversion to “the news”.

If I try to imagine some of the injuries and death blows about which I have heard, my mind is filled with the saddest images imaginable.

But let’s do something productive.

Here.

What am I supposed to feel?

Anger?

Am I supposed to be angry at Salman Abedi (now purportedly dead)?

Or am I supposed to be angry at his religion?

Am I supposed to be angry at the migration policies of the European Union?

It really is a can of worms.

And that is assuming you can believe everything which comes out your tele 🙂

But truly, even one life ending prematurely…in such insane, violent, randomness…it shakes you furiously.

And it puts on notice that everywhere (EVERYWHERE) is a potential war zone.

I don’t know if anything I’ve said makes any difference.

But I just wanted to express my thanks to God.

For showing me a more righteous path.

I may stumble.

But if I hear my conscience (JLG), then I must adjust.

I want great peace for the world.

New beginnings.

I want opportunity for my friends and neighbors.

For my countrymen.

And of course I want the best for every country on Earth.

So I must stay humble.

Be humble.

I must listen to God.

I am but a novice, but I trust that God will care for me.

And then enters no fear.

Above and beyond a medication.

But a blessing.

If there really were little girls killed in Manchester, then we are heartbroken with the families.

And humbled at their loss.

I am just as weak as the next bloke.

Human.

Not a superman.

Merely a skunk crawling back in to apologize.

E pur si muove

-PD

Film is truth (24 times per day)

To be a film critic, you have to study film.

No…correction.

To be a film critic, you must have an opinion.

Yes.

Because you have grasped that the valuation of all art is subjective.

The End.

–PD

We all have dreams.

Some guiding us, some latent.

Deferred (to quote Hansberry…who was quoting Hughes).

Whatever we say we are, that’s our frame.

As at a museum.

Or salon.

Autumn…

–PD

Write like you mean it.

Like your life depends on it.

Because, maybe, your soul does.

Remembering the gnostic Gospel of Thomas.

–PD

–PD

We learned from the master.

The best Earthly craftsman.

But we do not deny God.

Quite the contrary, we worship God.

The royal we.

Me.

–PD

Google thinks I’m a musician.

How quaint.

I’m honored.

–PD

I was a musician.

And you can never stop being.

A musician.

Like Picasso.

3hree.

I still have the chords in my hands.

And the secret in my ear.

–PD

Getting to the meat.

That Donald Trump made an excellent speech today in Saudi Arabia.

A lecture.

The bravest fucking speech ever made by an infidel in the Arabian peninsula.

Which is why we love Donald Trump.

“Ok, ok…  These Arabs.  I love ’em, but they’ve gotta get a handle on the fucking terrorism.”

Yes, I like to IMAGINE Donald Trump quotes.

Kinda like “fake Sean Spicer”.

Do you know this guy?

Perhaps wittiest account on Twitter.

Right up there with Shayrat Air Base HR 🙂

But we’re not saying everything is hunky dory.

HOWEVER…

The Liberal PUSH in America is currently devoid of all substance.

The Liberals (I almost feel sorry for them) had the rug pulled out from them on November 7th of last year.

It was “Dewey Defeats Truman” TO THE NTH DEGREE!!!

And they will never get over that.

But.  But.  But.

Nate Silver told us Hillary was gonna win.  Sure thing.

And he’s a statis-ma-tician.

–PD

There are some things you can’t teach.

Dumb will always be dumb.

In certain cases.

And genius will always be genius.

I am, in some respects, dumb.

Alternately, I am (in some respects) genius.

Denying either would be disingenuous.

I have been on this Earth 40 years.

I am not an expert in British history.

Not an expert in the Napoleonic Wars.

I am not an expert in poetry.

I am…well.

I do not count myself among that number…

Because I don’t give a fuck what the canon is.

I like who I like.

Poets.

James Joyce.

Poet.

Finnegans Wake.

A long poem.

But I am dumb.

Sometimes.

I am so unobservant.

And the rest of the time, I can pick motes (pickmote) out of the air.

I can categorize dust particles.

24 hours a day.

As they dance in the light of the projector.

–PD

I have my moments.

So, this is not a review of a Trump speech.

I caught…just bits and pieces.

But it was bold.

Classic.

Timeless.

And it was the right thing for the President of the United States to say…at this time.

There are innumerable conspiracies.

JFK.

Ones we hardly talk about anymore.

[remember the Maine?]

Well, Cuba remembers.

Right?

Havana Harbor?

You know…

–PD

It’s interesting that I finally got some attention from China on here.

Looking at my stats.

The “Great Firewall”.

What, you might ask, got the PRC’s attention?

It’s easy.

Basketball.

But not just basketball IN GENERAL.

No no.

The Houston Rockets.

And why?

Yao Ming.

THERE we go.

If you have special access.

And you are protecting the Middle Kingdom from imperialists, then you will do OSINT research into…no, fuck it:  you’ll read about why your Houston Rockets lost.

Houston.

A very diverse city (of which I was recently reminded).

And North Korea is only a step away.

PING PONG DIPLOMACY, you fucking morons.

Give me Pieczenik and Rodman and we could have Kim Jong-un whistling “Dixie” out of his ass by sundown.

Maybe.

–PD

Bukowski was a great writer.  Who chose horrible subjects.

Because writing is dancing like a (floating) butterfly, being like a bee.  Stinging.

From Ali.

And so I’d like to thank my few consistent readers for sticking with me.

Sincerely!

I’m guessing tomorrow night will be the last basketball game.

For awhile.

Looks like.

The Spurs are mailing it in.

And I’m none too impressed.

But we’ll see.

What they do.

With the opportunity.

–PD

Not done.

You’ll know.

–PD

But it’s kinda subtle.

Art.

Brushstrokes.

Ahhh…

Truly, the master.

No more, will we wonder what is fake.

F.

Not a grade, but a designation.

A category.

Like MI6.

__PD

It’s such a blessing to have a roof.

Shelter.

A home.

An apartment.

Any feeling of stability whatsoever.

And we look to God in the sky.

God in our hearts.

God in misty clouds.

God who sees all.

Our journey has been long and arduous.

And God exists to tell the full masterpiece of our lives.

Every dot.  Every p and q.

[p&q]

¬PD

“Trained in formal logic”…

Just another way of saying lawyer (almost).

Almost-lawyer.

But I am trained in informal logic.

And, dear friends, I must confide…logic is always pink.

I think.

I have one more email.

Never caught up.

Never, up to date.

But we praise God for the opportunity to study.

To study strategy.  To study war.

No more.

To study leadership.  And psychology.

To study law.  Forensics.  Criminalistics.

Most of all, we pray for help.

To overcome obstacles.

And we pray this so that we might help people.

Those close to us, and those far away.

We see a President creating value.

God bless him.

A President with the full armor of God.

Each called at his or her appointed time.

To serve.

Our praise is thanks.

Humble thanks.

Thank you.

And we share our prayers not to be ostentatious.

But for the fellowship of man.

Where two or more are joined together.

Wherever.

God defying time and space.

In every nook and cranny of telecommunications.

Film is truth.

Film criticism is film.

If it’s true.

Which it so seldom is.

But may we be pleasing in the sight of the Lord.

At the rate of 24 times per second.

And may God watch over us 24 hours a day.

In waking and sleep.

-PD

James Bond vs. Jacques Clouseau

This will be, God willing, a very long piece of film criticism.

Which retains only the smallest, tenuous grasp on cinema whatsoever.

Because we are living in interesting times.

And we must PROJECT forwards.

Like a motion picture.

From the back of the hall.

This will have little to do with James Bond.

And perhaps even less to do with Jacques Clouseau.

It will primarily involve President Donald Trump (may he be praised).

And Jim Comey.

& Gregg Popovich.

Let’s attempt a start…

Is Donald Trump more like James Bond or Jacques Clouseau?

[And Geraldo Rivera.

And Twitter.]

In many ways, it would seem an easy choice.

Trump.

A man of class.

A man in a dark-blue blazer.

A business type.

A man who probably owns several sets of cufflinks (and the shirts to match).

A man who probably has his preferred barber (not unlike Chaplin in The Great Dictator).

So we seem to be veering towards Bond.

Sophisticated.

High finance.

Shrewd.

Skilled.

But part of Trump can be taken as Jacques Clouseau.

And this may be my favorite aspect of the President.

Contrary to Geraldo Rivera’s opinion (which so many seem to share), Donald Trump DOES NOT need a “Twitter editor”.

And Sean Hannity has thoroughly worn out the “tinfoil hat conspiracy” meme.

Calling the Left conspiracy theorists is about as lazy as it gets.

I know Sean is frustrated.

So am I.

But we can destroy the Left (the duplicitous, vampire Left) with much better weapons.

Donald Trump must never change his Jacques Clouseau inclinations.

He is the Shakespeare of Twitter.

The Basho of this medium.

140 characters.

No person, living or dead, has used this means of communication to such effect.

He has roused!

He has enraged!

And he does it effortlessly.

Because he was born to communicate.

The pithy zinger is more radioactive than any nuke he could ever deploy.

And we love Trump.

[me and a few other people]

Because he misspells stuff.

“chidlren”

“tapp [sic] my phones”

Fuck it!

Trump does not say oops.

He doesn’t delete a Tweet to correct one fucking letter.

He leaves it.

Like a sloppy Machiavelli.

And he is so much more the polymath for it.

So I would offer Mr. Trump the opposite advice.

Fox News, God bless them, need to take their heads out of their asses.

Trump is the last person on Earth who should even entertain an idea like “messaging discipline”.

Fuck that!

That’s like telling Beethoven:

“Hey Ludwig.  Symphony 3 was a little long.  And Symphony 5…you can’t use trombones.  And what’s this programmatic shit in Symphony 6?  Oh, and Symphony 5…also, you can’t start with a rest.  And Symphony 9 is, again, WAY TOO LONG.”

Yes, that music critic or “friend” of the late composer should have been summarily executed.

Because Ludwig van Beethoven was all personality.

Exceptional skill.

But above all, balls!

[I’d really like to check out Third Wave feminism, but I haven’t seen waves One and Two yet.]

Even 20 years ago, I was being subjected to academic propaganda.

I needed to learn to appreciate “feminist music criticism”.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Let me give you an idea of how feminist music criticism approaches Beethoven.

First of all, he was a straight man.  Strike one.

Had he been in any way effeminate (like Chopin), he would have gotten a pass.

Next, feminist music criticism manages to equate Beethovenian cadences (harmonic resolutions) with male orgasm.

Isn’t that great?

As Stravinsky said (and I paraphrase), “They are just notes on a page.”

So with the exception of Beethoven’s 6th Symphony, the listener is never told (nor guided) how to experience the music.

Yes, the sonata-allegro from does have a psychological element.

It is, to be fair, a musical trick.

The second theme (not in the key of the work) will eventually be transposed into the key of the work…at the end…at the recapitulation…to give a satisfying feeling of finality.

Beethoven did not invent that.

Far from it.

But let’s get back to Trump.

Trump is certainly a dick.

An asshole.

But he’s OUR asshole.

?

[something like that]

Which brings us to a pizzagate (pedogate) update.

I’ll be quite blunt.

Apparently Jim Comey likes to fuck little boys who are dressed as Howdy Doody.

Sound farfetched?

Did J. Edgar wear a dress?

[Does the Pope wear a funny hat?]

I’m gonna say.

The Howdy Doody thing is FAR-OUT.

But anything is fucking possible these days.

The Russians must like me.

Google finds me as “Последни туитове на”.

Interesting.

Indeed, I have been completely removed from Google searches (my Twitter account) except in Russian.

Actually, I stand corrected.

I must be huge in Bulgaria 🙂

Bulging, as it were…

Ok, well…that’s a little disconcerting.

But we’ll press on.

I have been made invisible on Google.

I must have been labeled “fake news”.

And so I don’t exist.

Only traces of me remain.

A sort of outline of a persona.

So I guess the American government is ashamed of me.

Or Google is ashamed of me.

So I have been curtailed.

But I press on.

Here is the video of Comey and Howdy Doody (well, not THE video):

I don’t know if I buy it.

I’ve never heard of the source.

David Zublick.

Well-spoken guy.

Seems to be broadcasting from his home (a 1970s suburban job).

Very articulate, methodical presentation.

About 20 minutes long.

I will say this:  it’s plausible.

It’s possible.

I have my reasons to doubt Comey’s Howdy Doody fetish, but I also have reason to believe it.

Which brings up a very important question:

“What the fuck does any of this have to do with anything?”

Well, I’m glad you asked.

As you may or may not know, James Comey was fired from his job as head of the FBI last week by Donald Trump.

May 9th.

Six days ago.

Why?

If you believe the Democrat tripe, Russia “hacked” our election.  Trump “colluded” with the Russians.  Russia “interfered” in our elections.

This little drama plays out like Pirandello’s Six Characters in Search of an Author.

Except in the case of the Democrats, it’s Six Plots in Need of an Authorial Decision.

Give the Democrats credit.

If their “novel” or “drama” is supposed to be pure chaos (like Pynchon’s wildest moments…or Finnegans Wake), then they have succeeded.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t appear that their magnum opus of bullshit is really “reaching” the people.

It is piped through every channel imaginable, but the people aren’t ready to receive such a concocted amalgam of poppycock.

And so I give Jim Comey the benefit of the doubt.

For now.

Guilty until…excuse me, innocent until proven guilty.

THERE we go.

Because there is one inconvenient detail about the Comey story.

One unfortunate (perhaps made-up) aspect of the pizzagate epic.

Donald Trump did (in some capacity) know Jeffrey Epstein.

There are some commentators (like Wayne Madsen) who claim that Trump himself is a child rapist.

This would be the Epstein “Wexner mansion” story.

Ostensibly to have occurred in 1994.

Link here.

I don’t know, but to me…the story sounds made up.

[“And you believe the Howdy Doody yarn?”]

It’s a little too perfect.

The suit brought by “Katie Johnson” on April 26 of last year.

“Johnson”, who claims that Trump raped her when she was 13, cancelled her press conference (at which she was to reveal her true identity) on November 4 of last year:  THREE DAYS BEFORE THE ELECTION!

[She then also dropped the case.  Hmmm…  Perhaps the most telling aspect of her stunt.  Had there been any truth to what she was saying, couldn’t the well-oiled Democrat shitshow propagandize and leverage her tale?  No one is as nasty and vile as the “tolerant, peace-loving” Democrats.  No.  I don’t buy it.  Her story stinks.]

I personally believe Ms. “Johnson’s” story to have been a political hoax…to smear Trump.

But it didn’t work.

And the “grab ’em by the pussy” tape didn’t work either.

[Hillary can thank husband Bill for lowering the standards of the Presidency such that the winner could utter that phrase and still get elected]

Plain and simple, I think America saw through the coordinated attacks on Donald Trump.

James O’Keefe exposed some of these attacks with his Project Veritas.

Once we learned of the “bird-dogging” in Chicago, all bets were off.

This is the same tactic which has been used AGAINST liberal protestors (such as at the G8 Summit in Genoa, Italy [summer of 2001]).

Using paid provocateurs, the Democratic Party (through several layers of surrogates) appears to have incited violence at Trump’s Chicago rally (and elsewhere) during the campaign.

And so the Democrats want to talk about the “timing” of Comey’s firing.

Blah blah blah…”timing…timing…timing”.

But it is possible that Jim Comey was unable to do the right thing in regards to Hillary Clinton because he himself was compromised.

And it is always possible that the President himself is compromised.

But I don’t think so.

Anyway…there is the fair story.

You can make up your mind.

If you can unravel the sweater, then you win the Trump-bashing, piñata prize.

But if you stick to Alinsky (as purely instructive), it appears the liberal pedophiles in the United States have gotten caught with their hand in the criminal cookie jar…and are pointing the finger at their younger brother:

the upstart who is innocent of their crimes

–>  Donald Trump.

-PD

the Vertigo of love

I have been ruminating on this piece.

Rewatching the film.

Hitchcock’s Vertigo.

And it occurs to me that Bernard Herrmann’s music was truly indispensable.

That late-romantic palette…Mahler…Richard Strauss…Wagner…early Schoenberg.

Herrmann’s musical materials are largely drawn from the death of tonal music.

The “common practice period” in Europe was pulling apart.

At the end of the 19th century.

And the beginning of the 20th.

The famous “Tristan chord”…that half-diminished 7th…indeed, the piece which heralded modernity’s birth:  Tristan und Isolde.

Bernard Herrmann is able to evoke the longing of love with his music for Vertigo.

Falling, wistful motifs.

These practices date back at least to J.S. Bach.

Text painting (or word painting).

But now it’s shot painting (or movement painting).

And yet the dialogue is still a part of this gumbo.

It’s just not sung (as it would be in a Bach cantata).

But Tristan und Isolde seems to be the main touchstone for Herrmann’s soundtrack.

The Wagnerian brass is evident from the opening titles.

But let’s switch gears slightly.

To Olivier Messiaen.

Messiaen once said (and I paraphrase), “Love is like a feeling of dizziness.”

That quote sums up Vertigo more than anything I know.

And Messiaen elaborated on this by composing his Turangalîla-Symphonie (considered by some to be his masterpiece).

Turangalila’s translation (from Sanskrit) is roughly, “love song and hymn of joy, time, movement, rhythm, life, and death.”

That very much describes the bizarre adventure which Jimmy Stewart has in Hitchcock’s film.

Dizzy.  Weightless.

The Lissajous curves in the opening titles.

Spinning.  Approaching.

Kim Novak’s eyeballs like planets…with spinning hurricanes clouding her vision.

Or a direct view into her soul.

But let’s get one thing straight:  it is Stewart who suffers for love.

In the quack house.

The shock.

Mute.  Unable to speak.

Catatonic.

Unresponsive even to close friends.

A heavy depression.

Love heavily, hurt heavily.

I been there.

But the process…it started with Stewart tailing Madeleine (on her husband’s orders).

A private eye job.

And something about those hills of San Francisco.

And Bernard Herrmann’s impressionistic music.

It could even be Pelléas et Mélisande.

We get the feeling from the music that he is falling…deeper and deeper into something dangerous…and dark.

But he is drawn.

The die has been cast.

He is no longer in control.

Like a magnet pulled by another of its kind.

And so we look to Vertigo for answers.

Of all the Hitchcock films, none has this haze of mystery about it.

A bit metaphysical.  A metaphysical false-flag.

But always that music which lulls you over the next hill…or into the bay.

And then there is the flute.  And those martial rhythms which evoke Spanish Colonialism.

As the forensic detective tries to make sense of what appears to be a woman possessed.

And time is always ticking on Stewart’s good Samaritan act.

As the echoes of paso dobles are ever insistent upon FATE.

Which brings us finally to Beethoven.

And the quest for perfection.

For this, we must bring our auteur (Alfred Hitchcock) to center stage.

I would maintain that Hitchcock’s “trilogy” (his three best films) should contain the films Rear Window, Vertigo, and North by Northwest.

The first is perfect.  Though it does not necessarily lend itself to multiple viewings.

The second is overlong.  Yet it is a masterpiece all the same.

The third is the most enjoyable.  And the film I come back to the most (of these three).

1954, 1958, 1959.  These three years are the high points for me…regarding Hitchcock.

Beethoven.

It might be said that Beethoven’s symphonies are the most “Hollywood” of all the forms in which he composed.

His string quartets, for instance, would be more akin to art films.

But let’s look at the early symphonies.

And just three.

Symphony 1 in C Major.  It starts with ingenuity, but it is largely a ripoff of Mozart and Haydn.  UNTIL THE FOURTH MOVEMENT.  So Beethoven was showing signs of greatness (though they were faint).  It’s possible to think of his first symphony as Vertigo (though 7 or 9 would probably be more representative).

In any case, Symphony 2 was in D Major.  One whole step higher.  Again, it is mostly an aping of Mozart and Haydn.  EXCEPT THE LAST MOVEMENT.  The final movement begins with a shriek which should shortly pull all this together.  And so his second symphony could be thought of as North by Northwest (though I think 5 would fit better).

And then Beethoven sells his soul to the Devil.

Or he puts it all together.

But his Symphony 3, in Eb Major (again up a step, but only a half step this time), is like a completely new composer.  It’s shocking.  Liberating.  It is as close to rock and roll as could be heard in 1805.  And it fits the next film in Hitchcock’s oeuvre (if only in the spirit of boldness)…a film which I have yet to review on this site:  Psycho.

Funny enough, there is probably no Beethoven symphony which matches Psycho better than the 3rd (except, perhaps, for the 5th) [or the 7th].

But I have hardly talked about love.

And I wish that I could.

But I’m like that catatonic Stewart.

I’m making little strides every day.

Mozart.

Beethoven (obviously).

Once upon a time, a friend and I listened to all nine Beethoven symphonies in one day.

It takes most of the day.

And you end up questioning your sanity after such an exercise.

It’s a bit like “hanging out” with a person all day…sightseeing…while playing an odd theoretical version of “the quiet game”.

That is also really a mind fuck!

But now I am like little Jimmy Stewart (if not Little Jimmy Dickens).

I’m just waiting on love to come down my road.

And I’ll gladly go out to meet it.

But every day, just planting and tilling.

In the weatherless brain.

Every day with my nose to the grindstone.

Turning corn into cornflower.

And making the tortillas of knowledge.

Every day walking to school…uphill both ways.

And carrying the water from the pump.

Milking the books and lugging the buckets.

Every night hoping, looking in the mirror, that my time hasn’t passed.

And simultaneously thanking God for all the blessings which have filled my long life so far.

Good morning or good evening, wherever you are, my friends 🙂

-PD

The Big Sleep as geopolitics

It is a tall order.

To take the serpentine plot of Howard Hawks’ The Big Sleep and apply it to world events.

But that’s what I do with every film review, right?

Yes.

And I have tried to just as often give credit to the man who inspired me:  Jean-Luc Godard.

Godard’s middle-period films (those just after Week-end) were all very political.

And this era of his filmmaking lasted for the next 12 years or so (1968-1980).

Godard was a Marxist.

A Marxist-Leninist.

Indeed, one might be accurate in describing him even as a Maoist.

I have talked about these aspects of Godard before.

But I’m not here to debate his political philosophy.

What I admire about Godard was that he was ENGAGED.

I don’t necessarily agree with his stance.

I’m not a Marxist.  I’m not a socialist.

I’m a capitalist.

But I’m not a one-sided coin.

If America could learn this lesson, then the country would be much the better for it.

Some of my best friends are socialists.

And those who are respectful of my views, I am proud to call friends.

“There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

[as the old saying goes]

Socialism comes at the problem (let’s say) from the left.

Capitalism comes at the problem (therefore) from the right.

Whether this left/right paradigm stems from the French Revolution is not important really.

What’s important is to see that sometimes socialism does the job better (truly), and sometimes capitalism does the job better.

And it is the Chinese who, perhaps, have seen this the most.

The USA is currently in a period of capitalist revival (among other revivals).

China needed capitalism (economically speaking).

But let’s get around to calling this what it is.

In geopolitics, it is realpolitik.

And no one is, arguably, more associated with this idea than Henry Kissinger.

I do not like Henry Kissinger.

His name is akin to fingernails on a chalkboard for me.

But maybe I’m wrong?

When Kissinger received the Nobel Peace Prize (1973), the award lost all meaning.

But little were we to know that the award could hit an even lower level.

Perhaps it’s because we experienced it firsthand, but Barack Obama’s win of the same award in 2009 veritably turned the world on its head.

Talk about premature…

So the Nobel Peace Prize is now a joke.

If you are awarded the prize, then you likely run Raytheon, Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman, etc.

I have nothing against those companies.

But it is mixing oil and water to bestow upon them laurels and daisies of philosophic admiration.

So.

The Big Sleep.

1946.

An earlier version shown to U.S. troops (!) in 1945.

Earlier version not shown again commercially until 1997.

1997.

The Grand Chessboard.

If you want to know what the U.S. has been doing these past 18 years, then look no further than Zbigniew Brzezinski’s incredibly cynical, naked plan for world domination.

Those PNAC boys (Project for a New American Century) must all have copies of this on their bedside nightstands.

Like a bible.

I read Brzezinski’s book long ago.

It is revolting.

And yet, it is the work of a great intellect.

We have examined the phenomenon of the serial killer before on this site.

And I would liken such aspirations as Brzezinski’s to those of a Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer.

I’ve seen Brzezinski speak.

To the Mujahideen.

Zbig (as he is known) is like a circus ringmaster.

Like Peter Ustinov in Lola Montès.

Brzezinski was transparently manipulating the Mujahideen to fight the Soviets.

Because he thought the Mujahideen were stupid.

And though they were not the organizational geniuses which 9/11 portrayed them as, they were not stupid.

There really is “blowback”.

But we’re not stupid either.

And 9/11 was no blowback.

And so we move on to CODE.

I hope to be able to bring you my thoughts at some point on perhaps the greatest coded work of the 21st century so far (King of the Jews by Nick Tosches).

Don’t be alarmed.

It’s not about Jesus.

It’s not Holocaust denial.

No.

It’s simply a book (on the surface) about Jewish gangster Arnold Rothstein.

But what is it really about?

It’s about 9/11.  The World Trade Center.  About the Zim-American Israeli Shipping Co.

[now known as Zim Integrated Shipping Services]

Tosches mentions none of this.

But he doesn’t have to.

Because he’s a master.

He knows his Ezra Pound.

And I’m guessing, even more importantly, he knows his James Joyce.

[particularly the longest code piece {not to be confused with codpiece} ever written:  Finnegans Wake]

Finnegans Wake.  1939.

The Big Sleep.  1939.

The NOVEL.

Raymond Chandler.

Joyce, though serialized, published compiled on May 4 of that year.

But Chandler is just pulp, right?

He’s not “sui generis” like Joyce.

Therefore we just know the year.

1939.

[Maybe someone can fill in this gap of imprecision?]

We know how Joyce started…the infamous Heraclitus run-on:

“riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”

That first word.

Starting a 628-page novel with a lower-case letter 🙂

[sic]

And needing a comma…after one word!

Letting Eve precede Adam.

And some off-the-cuff Latin.

But mainly Dublin.

Howth.

And what about Raymond Chandler?

Same year.

[with the exception that Joyce had been dribbling out the “chapters” of FW since 1922…as writers were wont to do in those days]

“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.”

That’s Chandler.

A typical noir crime pulp beginning.

“It was a cold, dark night…”

But Chandler is too lie-down-cool to use commas.

Which makes Joyce seems uptight (in retrospect).

Notice…”hard wet rain”.

That’s it.

No commas.

Just keep truckin’.

Cigarette hanging from side of mouth.

Underwood typewriter clacking.

Cup of coffee steaming.

No time for commas.

Raymond Chandler.

A master.

And Joyce.

The master.

But each, a craftsman of superb ingenuity.

So what did Chandler’s story say about the world in 1939?

And what does it say about our world in 2017?

Is it really about people named Joe Brody and Eddie Mars…etc. etc. etc. ?

Or is there a DEEPER story?

Like Tosches’ King of the Jews…or Joyce’s Finnegans.

And Brzezinski…

Did he just trust that no one would take his plan and run?

Because the neocons very much took it.  And ran.

And started World War III.

18 years ago.

On 9/11.

September 1, 1939.  Germany invades Poland.

By way of a false flag at the Gleiwitz radio station.  Two days prior.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gleiwitz_incident

September 11, 2001.  Two airplanes crash into World Trade Center in New York City.

By way of remote control.

You will have to do some of your own research here.

Missile [sic] hits Pentagon.

Flight 93 is shot down.

WTC buildings 1, 2, and 7 (47-storeys) all collapse due to controlled demolition.

[again, this requires your participation]

1 vs. 11.

Same month.

Both were false flags.

The second being a “false-flag stand-down”.

But none of this tells us where we are at now.

A leader needs a map.

Brzezinski is now old hat.

fait accompli.

But we are still left with these characters:

-Philip Marlowe

-Vivian (!) Sternwood Rutledge

-Eddie Mars

-Bernie Ohls

-General Sternwood

-Norris (the Sternwood butler)

-Lash (!) Canino (the hitman)

-Harry Jones (the little man…who dies for love)

-Joe Brody

-Agnes Lowzier

But Wikipedia leaves out some important personages.

Like:

-Carmen Sternwood

-Owen Taylor (never seen in the movie)

-Arthur Gwynn Geiger (very important!)

-Sean Regan (also never seen, but also very important)

It’s like a game.

Everyone wants to be the hero.

The USA wants to be Philip Marlowe.

Naturally.

But just like this upstart Antifa, we may have actually become Eddie Mars (thanks to jerks like Kissinger).

For the Democratic Party in the U.S., Eddie Mars is Russia.

Russia this.  Russia that.

But that’s not quite right.

I’m gonna have to give Philip Marlowe to a couple of people.

Alex Jones and Steve Pieczenik.

To start.

And many others who are fighting the good fight.

Ok, so we have one mystery solved.

Perhaps Mrs. Rutledge (Lauren Bacall) is the CIA.

Perhaps that’s being too kind to the Agency.

[or to cruel to the memory of Bacall]

Perhaps “Eddie Mars” is always shifting?

But Eddie Mars is a big force.

For the U.S., China or Russia could be thought of as Eddie Mars…but that would be very simplistic.

For Russia or China, the USA could very easily be Eddie Mars.

Villain.

Villainy.

Bernie Ohls is most certainly the FBI.

Straight-shooters.

In theory.

The 1993 WTC bombing should tell you everything you need to know about the FBI (unfortunately).

General Sternwood.

Ok, maybe we make a change here.

In fact, definitely!

General Sternwood is Steve Pieczenik.

Philip Marlowe is Alex Jones.

Solved!

And Pieczenik has daughters…

Rutledge (military intelligence) and Carmen (CIA).

Yikes.

That’s really cruel.

Doesn’t really do the Agency justice.

But this is a rough game 🙂

Or, Rutledge (intelligence community) and Carmen (rogue portion of CIA).

That sounds about right.

Rutledge is a good egg.  With a checkered past.

Carmen is just fucked up.

Probably dates back to when Gen. Donovan wanted to put incendiaries on bats (to attack the Japanese).  🙂

Carmen needs to go away for awhile.  Get treatment.

She’s a cold warrior who’s nearly froze to death.

Poor thing.

We don’t hate her.

For God’s sake…

But she’s a wreck.

Compromised.

In too deep.

And though it’s too easy, I’m going to give Arthur Gwynn Geiger to Israel.

Come back tomorrow.

You mean EARLY tomorrow?

Because it looks like you’re moving TODAY!

And so Joe Brody is shifting, but actually (on second thought) Joe Brody is Israel.

And Mr. Geiger is all of the awesome, good Jews in this world.

Owen Taylor, then, would be al-Qaeda.

Which is to say, George Kaplan.

So the most cynical (and inept) is Joe Brody.

But the “stand-down” is Eddie Mars.

Meaning, we are Eddie Mars.

We are our own villain.

As Paul Craig Roberts has accurately insisted on so many occasions (and I paraphrase), “19 guys with boxcutters foiled our 16 intelligence agencies.”

Right.

And as Thierry Meyssan so aptly put it (in reference to the Pentagon “airplane” story), that is “strictly impossible”.

Exactly.

Deduction.

U.S. defense budget per year?  Approx. $611 billion.

Which equals the defense budgets of China, Russia, Saudi Arabia, India, France, United Kingdom, Japan, and Germany COMBINED.

That’s right.

Over half-a-trillion a year on defense and we couldn’t prevent 9/11.

Because it emanated from within our own borders.

“Self-inflicted wound”…is the best description.

[a phrase Brzezinski used in his 1997 work]

Much more pithy than “inside job”.

So there you have it, friends.

I left out North Korea.

I left out Turkey.

I left out Iran.

I left out France (except for their defense budget).

I left out Canada.

I left out Ireland.

I left out Syria.

I left out Sweden.

I didn’t assign the -stans, as Brzezinski would have.

Finally, let’s ruminate on a brief Zbig quote for a moment…not as telegraphed as PNAC’s “Rebuilding America’s Defenses”, but potent enough for our purposes:

“The public supported America’s engagement in World War II largely because of the shock effect of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.”

Someone took that and ran.

Namely, the neocons.

[emphasis mine]

-PD