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“Heartbreak Hotel”–Elvis Presley
“Born to Run”–Bruce Springsteen
“Streets of Baltimore”–Gram Parsons
“Ramblin’ Man”–Hank Williams
“My Kingdom”–Echo & the Bunnymen
“Goin’ Home”–Dinosaur Jr.
“Nature Boy”–Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
“Maggie M’Gill”–The Doors
“Dreaming”–Blondie
“Beautiful”–Christina Aguilera
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I’m not a spy.
I just read books.
Like Michael Ruppert’s Crossing the Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil.
Page 49.
And the reason I got an MBA.
Page 53.
When last I wrote.
The power had gone off.
And we went days.
Freezing in a house with no heat.
Eventually our water went off.
Not enough electricity to run the pumping stations.
In a major American city.
San Antonio.
Steve Pieczenik did not work for the CIA.
Read his book.
Buy it.
It is the most important book of the 21st century so far.
Comb through his interviews.
“I have worked with and against the CIA.”
But who was to lead the coup?
The military.
I don’t know.
The CIA.
We are getting deep into machinations which are currently tweaking the world.
The gears spin.
Some free-floating doodads.
Slowed down by the friction of a finger.
Trying to find leaks for Huber.
Trying to find plot devices for the artist formerly know as Special Activities Division.
Planning.
Directorate.
Q branch attempted to bring in Snowden for the NSA.
Look it up.
Who is sent to bring in Joe Turner?
The analogous.
17.
What was Epstein’s townhouse?
The Herbert N. Straus mansion.
Wexner.
As it turns out, Bill Gates and (a) John Roberts did indeed ride on Lolita Express.
Lin Wood was right.
Take a look at the EXIM.
It is true that the CIA devours spy novels.
This has been admitted by the Agency.
But Sydney Pollack’s film gives this a very unique twist.
https://www.martingeddes.com/how-the-bidan-show-is-saving-america-and-the-world/
Key points:
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I have reordered these.
And trimmed a bit on the final one.
Because I do not believe the Organic Act bullshit about Trump being the 19th real President on March 4.
Read the Organic Act.
Unless I have shirked my duty as a researcher, there is nothing in this legislation which even hints at an untoward redirection of power.
Indeed, it is one of the most mundane pieces of legislation I have ever seen.
Judge for yourself:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/District_of_Columbia_Organic_Act_of_1871
Sure.
The actual Act is many pages long.
All of which are reiterations of the same inane bullshit.
Which is to say, this act did nothing (as far as I can tell) to change the organization or legal status of the United States.
The United States of America.
Another fallacy (I think).
While I am open minded on this point (that a word has been removed somewhere and, thus, we are on a different timeline [so to speak…in the legal sense] as a result), I do not think that there has been a word removed or added TO THE NAME OF OUR FUCKING COUNTRY and that it has gone unnoticed by all legal minds of good will.
Even the worst legal minds (acting in bad faith) are, by definition, legalistic.
Do you think someone wouldn’t have taken the opportunity before now to point out a glaring error which fundamentally changes the legal status of our country?
So, I am not a big fan of this theory.
But I am a fan of Martin Geddes’s writing (to which I have just recently been made aware).
While I do not necessarily concur with all the points he makes in his article (particularly, about Joe Biden being on a movie set, yada yada [sure…it’s possible]), I do agree with some very salient points he makes.
To restate his points from a different angle, there has already been a military coup.
Pieczenik was right.
It was a hard coup.
But it was also (it seems) an invisible coup.
How is that possible?
It does start to strain credibility.
But it is possible.
And I would go far beyond that.
I would say it is likely.
A key part of this coup may be the fact that JOE BIDEN DOES NOT KNOW A COUP HAS TAKEN PLACE.
Indeed, neither does Nancy Pelosi.
This is a secret coup.
So who is running the country?
The military.
Wizards and warlocks.
Robert Redford identifies “a CIA within the CIA”.
Yes.
That is the group that destroyed the Twin Towers (which play such a prominent role in this film).
Lucky break.
Better off dead.
NXNW.
Gunnery sergeant mailman.
Ugly motherfucker.
Same bloke dressed as a broad from Thunderball ?
Maybe not.
Stay calm.
Think.
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.
Do not hang up.
The is The Major.
Patriot.
A brutal game.
Yes, keep the heat on.
But drain the fucking swamp, for crying out loud.
Take your god damned time.
But please get the job done.
No country left.
Unless you act.
We are speaking to the counterweight.
Those who are currently running the country.
God bless you.
Let us delineate again.
We can bomb Iran.
Biden will take the heat.
We can fuck up.
Biden will be blamed.
And the most important part.
The country will come to be less confused.
It is the Pepsi challenge.
Coke wants you to be less white.
Coke is Joe Biden.
Crack is Hunter Biden.
Obi Don Kenobi is Pepsi.
The country is getting a free trial of Chinese-style communism.
When the time is right, the covert will become overt.
And it will be done in the way most beneficial to the country.
That is the ethos of those running the country.
And they are the authors of the fucking brilliant Q PSYOP.
As Tucker Carlson was having a hard time locating the QAnon website, let’s help him out:
or
There is, of course, no one Q website.
They are all aggregator sites.
They aggregate posts made on 4chan and 8chan/8kun respectively.
Some aggregators have been doxxed.
Other sites have gone tits-up for unknown reasons.
But these two links work as of now.
Like Buffalo ’66.
Or The Tiger Makes Out.
Max von Sydow is excellent here.
An assassin.
Like Locque in For Your Eyes Only.
But more Godard.
Studious.
Professor.
Older now.
Brown frames.
Alpine.
How to evade.
Stay in the light.
How to confuse.
How to keep it up.
How to devise a long-term strategy for survival.
How to become impervious to psywar.
Know yourself.
Know your enemy.
Devise tactics.
To beat the devil.
Identify mechanism for delivery.
Thwart demoralization.
Force brute.
David Icke model.
Warm goo phase.
Working for and against.
At various times.
You must understand Pieczenik in Panama.
With Noriega.
Why did the United States send this man?
You must understand Pieczenik in Syria.
In Southeast Asia.
Trace the network.
Pieczenik has come out for decades.
He has truly defected to the people.
He has given away no tradecraft.
He is not a Snowden.
He is a rock and roller.
And he is not full of shit.
What we are seeing currently is the greatest military operation in America’s history.
Either that, or we are fucked.
Why Spanish, Dutch, and Arabic?
Oil.
Venezuela.
Royal Dutch Shell.
OPEC.
Creative communication.
Hidden in plain sight.
Steganography.
Of a sort.
Repurposed.
Spartacus.
Vendetta.
Anonymous.
Swarming.
I take a different approach.
I appreciate Thomas Jefferson.
Cutting up his Bible.
But not for me.
Because the word of God is holy.
Yet my tattered volume.
Illuminated by colored pencils.
God has tested my faith.
I am weak.
But strong in my core.
And I give my full future to Jesus Christ.
May I bring glory to God.
Even if I curse like Lenny Bruce.
May God work through me as he has worked through Trump.
Rock and rollers.
Similarities to another masterpiece.
The Conversation. (1974)
Of Francis Ford Coppola.
Condor (1975).
No such agency.
Existence of which declassified when?
Current state of affairs.
Space Force.
17th to accede to IC.
Community.
Such a fucking stupid descriptor.
Ostensibly headed by Bill Gates’s bitch Avril Haines (Event 201).
Both beholden to China.
Can’t spell China without ChInA.
The entity which gave us COVID-19.
I am going to enjoy this.
Dr. Kaufman in Tomorrow Never Dies.
Bill Barr.
The worst kind of traitor.
In the same category as Dick Cheney and Mike Pence.
And John Roberts.
Never trust The New York Times.
-PD
Man…
So much I could say about this one.
But it’s one of the few times where I can say, “I worked with that person.”
Clem Burke.
Probably wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.
Now.
Because I’m a Trump supporter.
But he was the best drummer I was ever in the same room with.
And drumming was the longest “career” I ever had.
I’ve played drums since I was a kid.
All of them.
The set.
“Traps” 🙂
Orchestral snare drum.
Marimba.
The whole 4-mallet thing.
Jazz vibraphone.
But when I worked with Clem, I was a bass player.
That day.
That year.
For awhile.
It was the bass that took me to England.
To Scotland.
And to Spain.
And it was the bass that first took me to Los Angeles.
But this is about Blondie.
The band.
And what a band!
Based on my own experiences just mentioned, I can attest to the extremely high musicianship of Clem Burke.
And watching this relatively-short documentary (an hour) convinces me of just how special each of the band members were/are.
But perhaps my favorite part is seeing Mike Chapman work.
The record producer.
What a talent!
It was my dream to be a record producer.
Didn’t really work out 🙂
Tough business.
Maybe you fuck up.
Or maybe no one helps you.
Or maybe you get one chance. And only one chance.
But that’s ok.
Because life goes on.
Marilyn Monroe aged.
Lou Reed sang about it on the Velvets’ “New Age”.
And Godard wrote about it.
The aging of Marilyn Monroe must have been a traumatic phenomenon for the first generation of movie goers.
The first generation with that color reality.
And with the television buttress.
And Marilyn…
Even Elton John, a homosexual man, was in love with Marilyn…in a sort of way.
“Candle in the Wind”
Which brings us to Debbie Harry.
The former cocktail waitress from Max’s Kansas City.
Chickpeas and lobster.
Park Avenue South.
And brings us to the album Parallel Lines.
This documentary is almost strictly about that album.
About Blondie’s breakthrough into the mainstream.
Yeah, they were punk…
Had the street cred.
But they transcended.
Mostly due to musicianship.
A bit like the Talking Heads.
The other bands were hopelessly arty.
Of this scene.
My favorite, Suicide.
[R.I.P. Alan Vega]
I met Alan once.
Changed my life.
But Suicide never really had a hit.
[Nooo…you don’t say?!?]
Yeah.
The name.
Whoa mama!
But that was punk.
And my whole mission is a bit of a punk mission.
Pauly Deathwish.
Uh huh.
Not a name I came up with.
But given to me.
I remember that day.
And the personages.
But my mission is also a bit like the mission of Greil Marcus.
And Lipstick Traces.
Now I’d just prefer to read Debord.
Or read Len Bracken on the Situationists.
But Greil tries (valiantly!) to pull it all together.
And I’m a bit like that kind of wanker.
Just hoping to SOUND like I know it all.
And someday have Harvard written on my spine.
But we’ve hardly discussed Blondie.
Or this excellent little film.
Which is currently streaming on Netflix in the U.S.
Again Kino Lorber’s marketing team (?) seems to be absent behind this release.
There’s no Wikipedia page.
And the iMDB page lists the title of this made-for-TV-affair as Blondie’s New York and the Making of Parallel Lines.
Ok, so it’s not Citizen Kane.
But it’s well worth watching!
Directed by Alan Ravenscroft.
He does a fine job here.
It really is a magical story.
Punk.
New York City.
CBGB-OMFUG.
The Fugs! 🙂
New York, a magical place.
Hell, even mayor Ed Koch is in this.
And he’s much easier to stomach than Bill Clinton.
I don’t care…liberal, conservative…whatever.
Just don’t be a dick!
And if you’re a dick, have the schtick down!!
Like Trump.
He has the schtick down.
He’s learned to lie.
In his many years.
“The babies, the beautiful babies…the innocent babies”…
There were no babies, my friends.
There was no chemical attack.
That footage was in the can for some time.
But it’s a white lie in the world of geopolitics.
It’s like telling your kids that Santa Claus delivered the presents.
There’s no way to explain, “I’ve gotta bomb Syria to make an impression on China. And the bombing has to happen almost simultaneously with dinner…at Mar-a-Lago.”
And McMaster must be lying too.
That’s ok.
Just don’t make a habit of it.
Because then you’re CIA.
And that’s a dark road.
To get wrapped up in lies.
But the white lies are synthetic terror where nobody dies.
Even the Russian/Syrian body count.
Likely false.
Especially the “four kids” detail.
Pithy.
Icy.
The Democrats are really (I mean it, unfortunately) exceptionally dumb.
They only sense the general outline of the conspiracy.
Russia’s faux indignation.
But they don’t understand that their infantile foreign policy made such machinations necessary.
Blondie 🙂
And Quintilian.
See the documentary.
Forget about North Korea for a moment.
By all means, don’t watch inferior propaganda.
The Propaganda Game?
Great film.
Songs from the North?
Cinematic equivalent of toilet paper.
The Cinémathèque Française knew the value of propaganda films.
Henri Langlois.
Back when they were educating “the five” (Godard, Truffaut, Chabrol, Rivette, and Rohmer).
And Godard understood the importance of “good”, well-crafted, persuasive propaganda.
As Jacques Ellul wrote in 1962, “Ineffective propaganda is no propaganda.”
In other words, it has no business calling itself propaganda.
It’s less-than-worthless.
But kick back with some Machiavelli.
And The Art of the Deal.
And remember the unholy marriage of art and commerce that is and was Blondie.
-PD
Holidays are hard for many people.
Perhaps we think of who we’ve lost.
But also there’s the pressure of the days themselves.
Christmas. New Year’s Eve.
Even times like the 4th of July.
I didn’t set out to write a heartrending post, but I don’t always know what it is I’m about to watch.
In general, Heavy is not a sad film.
It’s a masterpiece of minimalism.
Every shot…every movement in this movie is lovingly made.
James Mangold created a world which corresponds to the understated expressions of silent films as much as it does to the desperation of everyday life.
I’m sure some people have very happy lives.
But what Mr. Mangold has given us is a look at extreme awkwardness.
Loneliness.
Do you ever feel awkward buying something?
I do.
Every time.
It’s the interaction with people.
It comes and it goes.
But for our protagonist Victor, it mostly comes and stays.
I can’t recall an actor (Pruitt Taylor Vince) getting so much depth out of so few words.
No film I’ve ever seen handles shyness quite like this one.
Victor is a cook at his mom’s little tavern.
It’s the kind of place you’d find in Woodstock.
Kingston. Poughkeepsie. West Saugerties.
Though the setting is never named, these are what came to my imagination.
Those places that inspired Mercury Rev to create their masterpiece Deserter’s Songs and, before them, The Band.
But whatever this fictional town, it is positively not cool.
It is in the middle of nowhere.
And so a feeling of desolation pervades this picture.
Victor cares for his mother (played brilliantly by the late Shelley Winters).
They live together…just the two of them.
There’s a little dog.
It’s a quiet life.
Sure, it’s sad.
But it’s life.
Life goes on.
Every day.
Open the tavern.
Pay the delivery man.
Cook the pizzas.
Clean up the broken beer mugs.
It just so happens that the place has a waitress/bartender.
And the actress playing this role indeed had experience.
Max’s Kansas City.
That’s right, Debbie Harry.
Debbie plays Delores.
She’s just as feisty as you’d expect.
She doesn’t put up with any shit.
And so the world goes on.
Day after day.
Status quo.
But one day, a ray of light enters lonely Victor’s world.
Liv Tyler.
You can imagine.
Liv was 18 when this film was made.
Which brings us back to Woodstock proper.
Liv Tyler was born Liv Rundgren.
As in Todd.
It’s a complicated story, but this future actress/model knew Todd Rundgren (producer of The Band’s Stage Fright which was recorded at the Woodstock Playhouse in 1970) as father until well into her life.
Todd, of course, was also a resident of the area. This was back in the days of Albert Grossman’s Bearsville Records.
Which brings us to another fascinating little town: Bearsville, New York.
But Liv was obviously the daughter of Steven Tyler (lead singer of Aerosmith).
Liv didn’t find this out till age eight.
Back to our movie…
Into lonely Victor’s life walks a new waitress whose real life genes were those of lippy Steven Tyler and Playboy Playmate Bebe Buell.
That’s no ordinary gene pool.
But this is no ordinary romantic comedy.
In fact, it’s not a romantic comedy.
It’s not funny.
It’s deep.
[He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother]
Because Victor is a portly fellow.
And this bothers him.
It’s something he tries to ignore, but living at home with mom…and being fat…and being shy…
It’s enough to give a guy a complex.
And this is not a rich family.
No psychiatrists here.
Just get up and go to work every day.
Cook breakfast for mom.
Feed the dog.
Go to the little grocery store.
Get some eggs and orange juice.
So I wasn’t sure what I was getting with this movie.
But I’m so glad I watched it.
I wouldn’t really call it an uplifting story, but that’s not the point.
It is cinéma vérité in the truest sense.
And the world needs these kinds of films.
There are no explosions.
Maybe there’s not even a happy ending.
I will leave that for you to discover.
But there are certainly very few cliches.
And so this picture spoke to me in a very deep way.
To reach out to anyone on the Internet who might be reading this.
This is a film about problems.
Not crippling problems which require literal crutches, but crippling all the same.
Pink Floyd summed it up as well as anyone when they sang about “quiet desperation”.
It may be “the English way”, but it’s not a uniquely British phenomenon.
I hate to talk about the “human condition”…because I fear I will sound like one of the putzes who pens the elevator pitches which adorn every film on Netflix [who writes those things?!?], but James Mangold did something very significant with this film.
Even the music is subtly artful.
We can thank Thurston Moore for that.
And so little harmonics and behind-the-bridge pings give depth to Victor’s struggles.
It’s quietness.
Standing by the staircase.
Staring up.
Is mom coming down?
Will the dog come eat his food?
There are heroes in this world.
And sometimes they are right under our noses.
Victor is one of those.
-PD
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