If I were to say “late Godard” (and that would be my natural, truthful answer), Monsieur Godard would likely point out the merits of his early films…just to annoy me.
If I spoke lovingly of Vivre sa vie, he would probably proclaim that it is shit.
Jean-Luc Godard is a very complex individual.
And I can wholeheartedly identify with that.
A walking civil war.
This film never makes reference to Cahiers du cinéma.
It doesn’t need to.
This film covers a period of time which Wikipedia classifies as Godard’s “revolutionary period”.
When did Godard stop writing for Cahiers?
He never stopped being a critic.
We know that.
And I see his point.
This is shit.
Because we want to invent new forms.
Breathless was like his “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”.
Or his Bolero.
He couldn’t escape it.
Couldn’t lose it.
Must be nice.
But maybe not.
“Play the hits!”
Did politics ruin Jean-Luc Godard?
Sure.
But it was necessary.
It was his process of growing up.
His process of attaining wisdom.
Trial and error.
Formative years.
But not the last word.
I don’t agree with Godard’s politics.
Perhaps at some point in my youth I did.
But not very much.
Because I never really understood them.
I dabbled.
But I too am a revolutionary.
In these days.
After the 2020 election.
You may call me a reactionary.
I don’t care what you call me.
I think George Washington is cool.
I think the United States of America is worth saving.
And the American Revolution has recommenced.
Same goals as the founders had.
Love it or leave it.
Godard did not show up in 2010 to receive his honorary Academy Award.
Good for him.
Fuck Hollywood!
Give me the old stuff.
Hitchcock.
Howard Hawks.
Not this new crap.
Tripe.
Perhaps you see where me and Godard overlap?
Too rashes like a Venn diagram…with a particularly-irritated common ground.
The skin is red and peeling.
Weeping.
Scratching.
Itching.
I scratch my arms.
I’m running out of real estate on my body for these nicotine patches.
Yes.
You thought it was something more interesting?
More taboo?
No.
Where does the former President of Peru come in?
Pedro Pablo Kuczynski.
Godard’s first cousin.
I too had cousins.
Who are as far off as Peru.
But always close in my heart.
Kuczynski is 82.
Godard will be 90 in one week.
I will be 44 when the Electoral College meets.
Anna Karina died on my birthday last year.
She was 79.
But this film doesn’t deal with the wonderful Ms. Karina.
No, this film deals with another stunning beauty: Anne Wiazemsky.
Wiazemsky died three years ago.
The same year Redoubtable came out.
In the English-speaking world, we know it (ironically) as Godard Mon Amour.
Sounds more sophisticated to have the subtitled film with a more commercial FRENCH product label.
Redoubtable is too vague.
Godard Mon Amour sells itself.
[that’s what the advertising guys must have said]
Godard and Wiazemsky were married for 12 years.
Godard and Karina married for a mere 4.
I’ve never read Mauriac.
I have nothing against Catholics.
I adore Olivier Messiaen’s music.
So it bears mentioning that one of the smartest, most unique artists in the history of the world was a French Catholic [Messiaen].
Which is to say, believing in God does not make you boring.
I believe in God.
The same God.
The Christian God.
God who gave us Jesus.
God who gave us synesthesia.
Combat didn’t like La Chinoise.
De Gaulle withdrew from NATO.
Will Trump win?
De Gaulle supported sovereignty.
The European Union is the antithesis of what de Gaulle wanted.
De Gaulle criticized America’s war in Vietnam.
But that wasn’t enough for revolutionaries like Godard.
Too lukewarm.
De Gaulle wanted Québec to be free from Canada.
If you’ve ever been to Québec, you might see why.
It is unlike the rest of Canada.
Except for New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.
But not really.
Île de Chêne?
1755-1764.
Conservatism.
De Gaulle.
Biography.
Mauriac.
Wiazemsky.
Mauriac’s granddaughter.
Starring in a Maoist film directed by Jean-Luc Godard.
La Chinoise.
And then they married.
Godard was correct.
Au Hasard Balthazar is the antithesis of the Central Intelligence Agency.
But Godard never said that.
I did.
So Anne Wiazemsky wrote a book called Un An Après which was published in 2015.
She died two years later.
The same year her book was adapted for film as Redoubtable.
She died of breast cancer.
Less than a month after Redoubtable was released in France.
This film proves that Michel Hazanavicius is a very talented filmmaker.
It proves that he knows his Godard.
But it is flawed.
Aren’t all masterpieces?
Maybe not.
Is Redoubtable a masterpiece?
In some ways, yes.
In some ways, no.
It is probably most similar to Sacha Gervasi’s Hitchcock.
Both of them are films of “exorbitant privilege”.
Which is to say, a little out of touch with their subject matter.
Was Pablo Picasso ever called an asshole?
Not if we take Jonathan Richman at his word.
Art contains deeper layers of meaning.
Usually.
Unless you’re Warhol.
In which case, the meaning MAY be found closer to the surface.
Stravinsky liked this too.
Music has no meaning.
It is just tones.
Timbres.
Rhythms.
Harmonies.
Little dots on a page.
So we are told.
By Igor.
Jean-Luc Godard and Igor Stravinsky both embraced MANY different approaches to their craft over their long careers.
Because they loved their crafts.
They were addicted.
It was a compulsion.
And, for Godard, it remains so.
Godard married the girl who rejected Robert Bresson.
Do not underestimate the thrill of this.
The thrill of it all.
Bresson was a genius too.
But she was only 18 when Bresson made his advances.
Girls want to live.
Bresson was 65.
Bold.
Numbers can lie.
Godard and Wiazemsky were only together as man and wife for three years.
Though they were married for 12.
Three years was enough, apparently.
The divorce appears to have been more a formality.
Anna.
Anne.
Anne-Marie.
I spoke to Anne-Marie on the phone once.
In exceedingly-broken French.
She was saintly in her patience.
All I wished to convey, as I called Rolle (Switzerland) on my flip phone, was that Godard was my intellectual hero. [it is true] And that his LATE films mattered. That they mattered THE MOST. That he had created beauty. That he had plumbed the depths. I owed it to my master to deliver this message before I (or he) died (God forbid).
I was compelled.
Jean-Luc Godard is my favorite creator this side of heaven.
Even though I don’t agree with his politics.
Bob Dylan is neck-and-neck for this honor.
Dylan is, no doubt, my favorite musician to have ever lived.
Neck-and-neck with Roland Kirk (perhaps).
My favorite jazz artist.
My favorite instrumentalist.
It is never noted that Wiazemsky was in Les Gauloises bleues.
And Godard could be an asshole.
So can I.
So can Trump.
Trump is my ideological hero.
My political hero.
I DO agree with his political philosophy.
Wholeheartedly.
And yet, my favorite film director (auteur) remains Godard.
No one is even neck-and-neck with JLG for me.
Brakhage is a distant second.
Welles is formidable.
But they do not hit the mark like Jean-Luc.
Il seme dell’uomo.
Nothing suggestive there.
Global plague.
Marco Ferreri.
Marco Margine?
Shot-reverse shot.
And then I gave Jacques Demy’s grandson piano lessons.
Or Agnès Varda’s grandson.
Same difference.
More like organ lessons.
Booker T.
You should use Belmondo again.
Funny films.
We see Coutard’s hair early.
Politics entered soon.
Le Petit soldat.
Shadow war.
The perfection of Vivre sa vie.
The jaunty, carefree, playful anarchy of Breathless.
And a sadness tied to beauty.
Politics again with Les Carabiniers.
An attempt at commercialism with Contempt.
Equivalent to Nirvana’s In Utero album.
Big-budget negation.
Nihilism.
A thorough disdain for the Hollywood system.
And the “tradition of quality” in France.
But something deeper…and more bitter.
Bande à part more like Breathless.
A little like Vivre sa vie.
Dancing.
Pinball.
Billiards.
Cafe culture.
Down and out in Paris.
Life at the margin of society.
YOUTH!
Hazanavicius first really gets going with Une Femme mariée.
Stacy Martin in the nude.
Stunning.
Cinematography.
Grabbing the bedsheets.
Clutch.
Brace brace brace.
The resemblance to Charlotte Gainsbourg is striking.
A little Alphaville.
Someone who nibbles Godard’s neck.
The Samuel Fuller scene from Pierrot le fou turned into a fistfight.
Politics.
Don’t insult me!
A bit of Macha Méril in the hair.
And a bit more of Chantal Goya.
Getting shouted down by a situationist during the May ’68 occupation of the Sorbonne. Lumped in with Coca-Cola.
Things go dark with insults.
Swiss-Maoist jerk.
On the blink.
“Ruby’s Arms”.
It hurts.
Made in U.S.A.
Two or Three Things I Know About Her.
Urbanism.
“You ruined my shot!”
Ciné-tracts.
Eating Chinese food.
A rather unfortunate outburst directed at a war hero.
And his wife.
These are the things we do.
When we’re young.
And stupid.
And fiery.
What is striking is the humor in Redoubtable.
The broken eyeglasses.
The slipping shoes.
And their replacement.
I must give credit to Louis Garrel.
He really does convey the mania and eccentricity of Godard.
While Stacy Martin is very good here, it is a shame that Hazanavicius chose to lovingly evoke every detail of Godard’s life…except Wiazemsky’s red hair.
But the golden nugget embedded in the article was this:
How long will Alphabet Inc. leave it up?
You have the title.
The Wayback Machine has no working records of the YouTube video.
I would archive it, but I’m sick of fucking signing up for shit and being tracked.
So fuck it.
You can track it down.
And we’re gonna do a little oral transmission here.
Spoiler alert:
this film review will be strictly spoilers and nothing but.
Not my usual m.o..
I’m not selling anything.
I don’t generate income by you clicking on this story.
I have no link to any content creator above.
I write very strange film reviews.
It’s called free fucking speech.
I also write music.
All my music is free to stream and download.
And I’m not gonna post a link.
Go find it.
The purpose of this article is strictly to get information out.
I am a conservative.
The same kind of conservative Donald Trump is.
Like it, or leave it.
I belive in Jesus.
I love God.
If you don’t like my foul mouth, then you can leave now.
I curse because I’m angry.
And I curse because I will not be told what I can and cannot say.
This is my website.
I’m using my free speech.
I’m gonna walk until they make me run.
So I’m here today to tell you about what I think is going on.
I scour the internet every day (especially these past 22 days) in an effort to avail myself of actionable intelligence.
I have a thirst for knowledge.
But more than that, I have a thirst for truth.
I support QAnon.
I support Trump.
I love my country: the United States of America.
I support our military.
I support our law enforcement officers.
And now I’m going to get around to the fucking point.
I watched this entire one hour, eight minute, and 44 second video – – – – – – so that you don’t have to.
But I still recommend you watch it.
And archive it (if at all possible).
Wayback Machine is my jam.
I’ve never been asked to “log in” until today.
Whatever…
Fuck it.
You can work a little too.
Here’s the beef.
This whole video is good.
All of the guests are good.
But there is one particular guest (the first one) who drops what I find to be some new and illuminating information.
The guest is Major Jeffrey Prather.
It should be noted that several of the six guests (including Maj. Prather) appear to be forthcoming content creators for this new outlet: American Media Periscope.
I’ve never heard of this outlet.
I get the impression that they have only been around a couple of weeks.
AND ALREADY TWEETED OUT BY THE PRESIDENT!
Which brings me back to my point.
Something in here MUST be salient.
And my guess is that it is the first guest: Major Prather.
If you haven’t heard of Sidney Powell by now, you have been living under a rock.
While most of America is being blasted with “Sidney Powell is even too crazy for Trump” blah blah bullshit, those who know (Trump voters) are well aware that Ms. Powell is an accomplished lawyer.
Her most recent claim to notoriety is successfully defending General Michael Flynn from the petty bitterness of sore losers.
Update: if you’re just waking up, the Flynn case has been dismissed (within the past 24 hours). This according to a tweet by one of Flynn’s brothers. Go find it yourself. I.e., Flynn’s not gonna need a pardon.
We’ve known this for awhile.
The government has no case when the government has no prosecutor.
Judge Emmet Sullivan is a really atrocious example of a judicial activist.
An activist.
Not a judge.
Sullivan dragged out the case another three months…after the Department of Justice withdrew its case.
But I digress…
It does not take a fucking genius to imagine that the exceedingly-persecuted Michael Flynn might be very grateful indeed for the legal services of Sidney Powell.
Flynn fought hard for Trump in 2016.
Flynn was unfairly targeted by Obama’s illegal Crossfire Hurricane program (run by the FBI).
Flynn’s life has been ruined (in a worldly sense).
But he has survived.
I believe the man had to sell his home to pay his legal fees.
Thirty years in the U.S. Army and that’s the treatment he got from Obama, Comey, McCabe, Strzok, Lisa Page, Loretta Lynch, Susan Rice, Bruce Ohr, Rod Rosenstein, John Brennan, James Clapper, and (last but not least) Joe Biden.
So Michael Flynn has some scores to settle.
Because of his ongoing case, he was essentially precluded by the judge from publicly speaking for the past four years.
What a illegal travesty!
So now we come to what should be obvious to any thinking individual as the massively-fraudulent election of 2020.
We have been waiting three years for any of those aforementioned people to get in trouble…FOR ANYTHING!
We would have been happy if Hillary Clinton had gotten a fucking parking ticket, but she didn’t.
We have waited through:
-Jeff Sessions
-John Huber
-John Bash?
-Bill Barr
and
-John Durham.
We have been built up by a bunch of tick-tock bullshit.
Maybe it had a purpose.
Surely it did.
But what I am about to report casts it in a slightly different light.
You can decide for yourself whether what I convey seems plausible.
I belive Q is legit.
But it is a HIGHLY, HIGHLY complex and nuanced PSYOP.
I do not believe it is a fucking LARP.
And if it’s a LARP, then so what?
It has been effective.
WILDLY-effective.
It is a part of world history.
It has gotten people DIGGING like never before.
Me and a few other people tried to expose 9/11 as an inside job/false-flag stand down/what have you.
We didn’t really prevail.
We were ignored.
Maybe we were completely wrong to doubt the official story of 9/11.
But I don’t think so.
I researched that event like my life depended on it.
BECAUSE IT CHANGED THE WORLD…FOR THE WORSE.
We didn’t need to go to war in Afghanistan.
And we didn’t need to stay there 20 years.
We didn’t need to go to Iraq.
Again.
Correct me if I’m wrong (and I’m sure you will), but I think we could have arrested Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld and a few others and called it a day.
Which brings us to the current times.
There wasn’t enough of a GREAT AWAKENING to reach critical mass.
But that was 19 years ago.
I can’t really recall Q ever having talked about 9/11.
That’s alright.
Maybe Q will tell us that 9/11 was actually the work of 19 beardy guys with boxcutters working out of a cave in Afghanistan.
And maybe that’s the whole story.
But I don’t buy it.
I believe the CIA was involved.
So does Dr. Steve Pieczenik.
Do yourself a favor and buy his eBook American Warrior in Crises.
I get nothing for plugging that.
He’s not a friend of mine.
I’ve never spoken to or exchanged correspondence with him.
I just respect his work.
Immensely!
Is he always right?
Probably not.
But for my money, he’s as close as we get to truth in this day and age.
So here’s the rub.
Flynn has some scores to settle.
The other military people who saw Flynn become a political prisoner also have some scores to settle…ON HIS BEHALF.
You cannot fail to serve your country (like Obama) and then turn around and ruin a guy’s life who did (for 30 years!).
You shouldn’t prosecute a guy for a process crime and, in so doing, make him lose his house.
I think I donated 20 bucks to Flynn.
Damn right I did!
I worked at Starbucks.
And I was proud to give my hard-earned money to a MILITARY spy chief.
And there’s the rub.
I used to want to work in intelligence.
Maybe I still do.
But I’m old.
Washed up.
And, honestly, I’m a fucking musician.
So just call me Sherlock Holmes.
And a shabby one at that (perhaps).
But I take great pride in TRYING to know what’s going on.
Because, again, I LOVE MY COUNTRY!
And who taught me to truly love my country?
Donald Trump.
And who else?
Steve Pieczenik.
And who else?
Michael Flynn.
If you don’t think that Sidney Powell is privy to some very interesting information by way of representing General Flynn, then you are incredibly naive.
Which finally brings us to this YouTube video.
Major Prather.
Major Prather (according to his LinkedIn) worked at the Defense Intelligence Agency for 17 years…and in a very high position at that!
General Flynn headed the DIA.
It might be said that the DIA is the military rival in the U.S. to the civilian CIA.
That’s right: the CIA is a civilian intelligence organization.
A weird thing.
Created in 1947.
The CIA’s predecessor was the OSS: a military intelligence unit.
Although the OSS were a bit kooky (thanks to their head William J. Donovan), at least they were putting themselves in harm’s way.
But again I digress.
The CIA has lost a little more than 100 officers/operatives in the past 73 years.
That’s the official number.
And it sounds about right.
The DIA has officially lost 21.
That number makes less sense.
But it makes sense in that the DIA is sort of the cream of the crop for military intelligence in the United States.
The NSA may be thought of as being even more elite (and powerful as a unit) because of the unique types of intelligence gathering they do.
The NSA supplies intel to the CIA, FBI, DIA, etc.
The NSA is a military intelligence organization.
Back to these casualty numbers.
The CIA has officially lost 133 of its employees on the job…in 73 years.
The DIA has officially lost 21 of its employees on the job…in 59 years.
But that doesn’t really tell the true story.
Sure, the CIA has its paramilitary strike teams.
They used to be called SAD/SOG (Special Activities Division/Special Operations Group).
These officers were largely recruited from the military special operations units: Army Delta Force, Navy SEALs, MARSOC, etc.
Other than these agents, the CIA is more pencil-pusher, wear a tie, James Bond shit.
And I do mean shit.
Once upon a time, the CIA used to help overthrow communist governments.
This might seem inhumane.
Until you live under communism.
In which case, you see just how humane it really is.
But the CIA has gotten away from that mission.
So much so that they ended up with a Director who had once voted for a communist for U.S. President.
That’s right: John Brennan voted for Gus Hall.
It should have been a disqualifying factor by some estimations.
The CIA and FBI apparently share the same requirement upon beginning official employment: you must pass a lie detector test…and one of the questions is something to the effect of “have you ever supported a group that has sought the overthrow of the U.S. government.”
John Brennan admittedly had a tough time answering that question.
But he might as well have answered:
“Not yet.”
To my eyes, John Brennan is clearly a traitor to the U.S.
Following closely behind him is Michael Hayden (who led both the CIA and NSA respectively).
But Michael Flynn is cut from a different cloth.
He’s a spymaster.
But he cut his teeth doing the real thing.
Serving in Army intelligence (INSCOM).
Putting himself in harm’s way.
The same cannot be said of John Brennan (and most of the CIA).
[Michael Hayden is a strange case of…well, I don’t know…I just have to assume he is corrupted and coopted to such an extraordinary level that he doesn’t even really love his country any more (if he ever did in the first place)–he loves himself…first and foremost]
So I give Major Jeffrey Prather (formerly of the DIA) a great deal of respect as a foregone conclusion.
[keep in mind…the DIA has had its share of bad eggs…James Clapper chiefly among them]
If you watch no other section of the video I posted above, watch the segment with Prather.
Akamai.
Where do they fit in to this election?
Which brings up 9/11.
And the incredibly strange/significant “death” of Daniel Lewin.
Yes, I know I put death in quotes.
I’m about as sure Daniel Lewin died on 9/11 as I am sure that Adam Lanza was a master with an assault rifle.
Which is to say, not very sure.
But the Electoral College will meet on my birthday: December 14th.
Massachusetts.
Akamai.
Serbia.
Ok, we know about Dominion Voting Systems and all the programmers they have/had in Serbia. A bit of a strange locale. Wonder if the company memos are in Cyrillic?
China.
I don’t now why I wrote that down.
I’m going off notes.
Frankfurt.
Ok, yes.
Obviously.
Something appears to have happened there.
I’m not sure what Prather’s point was on this.
What was seized?
From Scytl?
From the CIA?
And seized by whom?
The U.S. Army?
I should take this opportunity to point out a strange assertion of Prather’s.
I find this one a little hard to believe, but I suppose it’s possible.
Prather asserts that the U.S. Army, U.S. Navy, and Marines have all had their computer systems compromised.
Might this have something to do with the DoD contract with AWS?
Amazon Web Services.
The CIA uses them too.
Look it up, you lazy fucker!
It’s an article…in The Atlantic.
Dig!
There have been rumors that the votes in (for example) Michigan were sent by Dominion Voting Systems by way of AWS (which is to say, over the internet? cloud???) to Europe in order for the votes to be tallied.
Giuliani has pointed out just how ludicrous this is.
And it is!
But what’s the exact chain?
We know there is a company called Scytl.
They are headquartered in Barcelona.
They are rumored to have a “back up” data site (servers) in Frankfurt.
There is good evidence that internet traffic in Frankfurt, Germany on the night of the U.S. election set records for that city.
Look it up.
Find it.
WikiLeaks exposed the fact that the U.S. Consulate in Frankfurt is a giant CIA hacking base.
This can be found in the Vault 7 materials from WikiLeaks.
So, did the CIA hack our election?
Seems to me like a high probability.
Indeed, Prather outlines this dichotomy: the civil war in the U.S. has already started…and the SO/LIC confrontation can so far best be described as DIA vs. CIA (or, perhaps more accurately, military vs. CIA).
I believe this is probably accurate.
It is borne out by all the intelligence I have personally gathered (OSINT) over the past few years.
The CIA has lost its way.
I once applied there.
Thank God I didn’t get the job.
I also once tried to sell my soul to the Devil (true story), but that tale can wait…
I am saved by the grace of Jesus Christ.
I am the worst among sinners.
Which is why I need the grace of Jesus more than anyone.
I also applied for Air Force Intelligence once.
Didn’t get it.
Maybe because I have a fucking music degree and an MBA.
Not exactly what’s commonly thought needed to assess China’s answer to the F-35.
Which brings us to Prather’s point.
According to Major Prather, only the U.S. Air Force and the newly created Space Force have retained the security of their computer networks.
This is a bold claim.
I don’t have anything to really gauge it on.
Except that I have a soft spot for INSCOM (because of Q and Flynn) and a soft spot for the 4th POG (because they followed me on Twitter for some odd reason [before Jack Dorsey squashed me like a bug]).
Prather then pivots to his concerns.
He talked about possibly-imminent “interdictions” against Iran.
We have heard Q talk about Iran.
I love Iranian psychedelic music from the ’60s.
Before the Islamic revolutionaries fucked everything up.
I have nothing against Muslims.
I love them.
I have nothing against Iranians.
I love them.
I LOVE Kiarostami [RIP].
But let’s take stock for a moment here.
Joe Biden “won”.
Netanyahu pretty fucking quickly called to congratulate Joe.
And THEN…YESTERDAY Netanyahu calls to congratulate Jonathan Pollard on his release.
What in the actual fuck?!?
How pro-Israeli does a President [Trump] have to be in order to get a little respect from Israel?
Ok, ok.
I know.
Maybe Netanyahu is working with Trump behind the scenes.
Entirely possible.
Maybe we should have a sort of FVEY agreement with Israel.
But probably not.
Because, you know, remember the U.S.S. Liberty (you fuckers!).
Back to 9/11.
I have no idea if the Israelis were involved.
There was definitely some suspicious shit.
Zim-American Israeli Shipping.
Vacating the WTC right before the attacks.
And the moving truck company [Dominick Suter].
Mossad had some strange presence in and around NYC leading up to 9/11.
I don’t know what they were doing there.
And then there were the Mossad “art students” (which Pieczenik has attested to from personal experience).
All I know is this.
9/11 could not have gone undetected (and undeterred) by our military.
To the list of Rumsfeld and Cheney (Liz’s dad), we should add Ralph Eberhart, Richard Myers, etc. And almost certainly Paul Wolfowitz, Douglas Perle, etc.
Keep in mind, nobody ever got in trouble.
The two tallest buildings in America fell down (were blown up) and all we did was waterboard KSM 183 times.
Perhaps Flynn and Anthony Shaffer could set me straight on some stuff.
I get the general gist of Able Danger.
But it still doesn’t explain a lot of things.
I’m gonna have to side with Pieczenik on this one: we’ve seen one long procession of (unpunished) false-flags since 9/11.
Now comes the pain.
Pieczenik seemed really sure about those watermarks on the ballots.
And I believe him.
Shaffer seemed to corroborate their likelihood.
But I was of the understanding that DHS was running this election sting.
After watching this YouTube video, it has dawned on me just how suspicious Chad Wolf has been acting.
See something, say something, right?
Why wouldn’t he fire Chris Krebs?
Even more importantly, what in the actual fuck was CISA doing on the night of the election?
Alexandra Bruce brings up some pretty excellent points in this video.
If I understand her correctly, she seems to be saying that cisa WAS IN ON THE WHOLE THING!
[Which would make sense in the same way that NORAD was doubtless in on 9/11]
But here is perhaps the most intriguing bit of information which Major Prather dropped.
It is his assertion that Ezra Cohen-Watnick is, in fact, Q.
Or rather, he says something to the effect that there is a [and I paraphrase] “very high likelihood” of this.
Call me dumb, but I never even thought of that possibility.
I know who ECW is (not personally, of course).
Thomas Wictor drew attention to this personage years ago.
Said there were no pictures of him because he’s military intelligence.
It’s all starting to click.
I find the ECW theory highly-plausible.
But then Prather throws a massive curveball.
Maj. Prather asserts that Bill Barr is getting ready to indict Ezra Cohen-Watnick (!).
For what?
For being Q??
A final bit of potentially disheartening information from Prather is that “Durham has done nothing” (paraphrase).
I.e., John Durham has not, and will not, bring any of the Crossfire Hurricane [coup #1] traitors to justice.
Sure, we got Clinesmith, but give me a fucking break…
I’d still rather see Hillary get a parking ticket.
So there you have it.
The other guests in the video are all quite good.
They all have some rather harrowing predictions for the coming days/weeks/months.
All seem to agree that Trump will probably prevail and be elected to a 2nd term.
But it could get really ugly.
Ms. Burke brings up the specter of military tribunals.
Does Mr. Schmidt fear something in the United States?
Perhaps the former CEO of Google knows something we do not?
Might it concern impending public corruption trials?
And, just maybe, a reelection of Donald Trump?
Lapland Odyssey premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2010.
That was the same year that Toronto-based company Dominion Voting Systems acquired not only Premier Election Solutions (an American company [Ohio]) from ES&S (Election Systems & Software [Omaha, Nebraska]), but also Sequoia Voting Systems [California] from Smartmatic [U.K.].
PES had only been acquired by ES&S the previous year (2009). Before that, PES was owned by Diebold.
Premier Election Systems was formerly known as Diebold Election Systems.
Before Diebold bought it, it was known as General Election Systems.
Before General Election Systems bought it, it was known as I-Mark Systems.
You get the picture.
Dominion Voting Systems is now owned by American private equity firm Staple Street Capital (which has extremely strong ties to the Carlyle Group [George H.W. Bush’s former benefactor]).
None of this would have been possible without Jussi Vatanen.
Vatanen is our hero.
He is tasked with the impossible.
Find a digital TV receiver (“digibox”) in one night.
After the local electronics store has closed.
This involves a trip to Rovaniemi: the main city of Lapland.
[population 63,032]
Hundred of kilometers to get to Finland’s 17th most populated city.
In Finland, Lapland is not only the northernmost province, but it is also the largest province of the country.
It bears mentioning that there is also a Swedish province called Lapland.
The cleavage of these two Laplands dates to 1809: when Russia annexed the eastern part of Sweden and declared it the Grand Duchy of Finland.
My closest brush with this region was a single musical concert I played years ago in the town of Kiruna (in Swedish Lapland): Sweden’s northernmost town [population 22,906].
It was an experience which profoundly changed me and which stays with me till this day.
Finnish Lapland borders Sweden’s Norrbotten County. At Norrbotten’s northernmost point can be found Kiruna (north of the Arctic Circle).
At the southeast corner of Norrbotten County is Piteå: my favorite town in Sweden.
The town of Piteå sits on the Gulf of Bothnia–just across the water from Finland.
I also played a musical concert in Piteå.
It was, perhaps, the happiest time in my life.
So I can imagine Rovaniemi.
A city just four miles south of the Arctic Circle.
Jussi Vatanen plays the loser who makes good.
Which makes him, in fact, not a loser.
I can intimately relate to that.
I have lost my job (again).
I am addicted to drugs (again).
And I am addicted to alcohol (a first for me).
It is in these days, when I am having the first true experience in my life with alcohol withdrawal, that I come to this film.
It is the perfect film.
It is just exactly the film I needed at this particular time.
Because I, like Janne (Vatanen’s character), am trying my damnedest to get my life together.
Last week, I got engaged.
Actually, REengaged.
I exercise (pacing back and forth in my parents’ garage as my phone records my steps).
I drink less.
I exercise.
I drink less.
Nausea.
Dizziness.
ANXIETY.
And extreme fucking INSOMNIA.
When I was in Kiruna, the sun only went down for four hours.
I didn’t see the Northern Lights.
But you can see them in this film.
And they are glorious.
If it is CGI, then I am losing my touch.
Because I don’t believe it is.
I appears to be the genuine article.
Aurora borealis.
And headaches!
Lots of sunflower seeds.
Big red welts all up and down my arms and torso from nicotine patches.
I can no longer afford my General Snus.
Sure, I have some stashed away…
But my wise old psychologist once told me: “just move one thing at a time”.
alcohol
tobacco
valerian?
Ambien?
Xanax?
I put question marks because I am unsure of the order.
Main goal is STOP DRINKING.
Or, should I say, the FIRST goal.
If I can get an MBA, surely I can stop drinking.
[God willing]
For every hero, there needs to be a doubter.
To provide context.
The hero forges forward (when it would probably be best to just quit).
The hero quits (when it would be much easier to just continue).
The hero is determined.
The hero gives energy and inspiration to those around him.
But the doubter adds richness.
Because it is human to doubt.
Will Donald Trump be reelected President?
We will find out when the Electoral College meets on my birthday to ELECT a new President-Elect.
Till then, Joe Biden is at best the worst kind of poseur.
He is doing exactly what he promised Chris Wallace and the American people he WOULD NOT do: to declare victory before the election is independently certified.
Wennerström could have been executed by firing squad for treason because, after all, there was a war on (the Cold War).
War on Terrorism.
Was the end declared?
Instead, he was given a life sentence (which was later commuted to 20 years).
In 1972.
Think hippies.
What country do Bernie Sanders, AOC, et al. most want to copy?
Replicate their “democratic-socialist” utopia?
Sweden.
And I get it.
It is an alluring trick.
Sweden is a beautiful country.
The land is beautiful.
The women (with cans of General Snus in the back pockets of their tight bluejeans) are beautiful.
Even rednecks like me could be fooled.
Briefly.
By the façade.
The “Nordic model” countries (with their literal female models in tow).
Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and (chiefly powering the Left’s zeitgeist) Sweden.
But Norway has a shit-ton of oil.
Oops.
But I see it.
Walk down the cobbled streets of a small Danish town and you too may be swayed by the seeming utopia.
America is not a Nordic country.
And as Nordic countries (particularly Sweden) attempt to mimic AMERICAN leftist policies (think immigration), they see their homogenous utopias ripped apart.
There are reasons certain forms of government work IN CERTAIN PLACES.
There are factors.
Variables.
America, at this point in its history, cannot whole-cloth adopt the Swedish system.
And any leftist with a brain knows this.
But it doesn’t prevent American leftists from dangling the Swedish carrot (fish?) in front of the noses of their moronic acolytes.
And, as alluded to earlier, it is meant to draw the weak-minded “across the aisle”.
“Come on over. Everything will be just like Sweden. Not the current Sweden, of course, but…you know: the old Sweden.”
Two years after Wennerström’s life sentence was commuted to 20 years, he was paroled.
He had only been in custody for 10 years.
10 years for sharing 20,000 secret documents with the Soviets concerning Swedish air defenses, clandestine Swedish bases, etc.
This was the Swedish custom.
Serve half your sentence and get paroled.
Initial sentence could have been death [treason] (Cold War).
Actual sentence was life.
Sentence commuted to 20 years.
Cut in half (10 years) by parole.
That’s Sweden (in the early ’70s) and, perhaps, quintessential Swedish policy.
The “Nordic model”.
Lovely.
No justice, really.
No defense, really.
No state secrets, really.
No sovereignty, in actuality.
Bad trajectory.
About as robust a defense apparatus as an IKEA bed.
Which is to say.
Cheap.
Disposable.
Nice-looking.
Interesting that Sweden is not a part of NATO.
What if the big, bad Russians (who have 20,000 secret documents pertaining to radar, strategy, mobilization plans…) actually were to invade Sweden?
Those are old documents by now, of course.
But the Russians have a very easy sell to potential Swedish spies.
“Don’t worry. There’s no declared war. This isn’t the Cold War. No treason. No firing squad. If you get life in prison, it will probably be commuted to a paltry 20 years. And you’ll be paroled after 10. If you even get caught.”
Great deterrence, Sweden!
Back to the “Nordic model”…
Guess who ARE members of NATO?
Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.
Finland, right on Russia’s doorstep, are (like the Swedes) not members of NATO.
For more examples of Sweden’s liberal (lax) justice/prison apparatus, see the case of spy Stig Bergling.
Sentenced to life (like Wennerström).
Fled to Moscow during a conjugal visit (you can’t make this shit up!).
Voluntarily returned to Sweden seven years after his escape.
And was PAROLED three years later.
Again, this was DURING the Cold War.
Bergling’s arrest was a full 15 YEARS after Wennerström’s.
In other words, this was the next generation (same shitty policies) of spies being slapped on the wrist.
Bergling was parolled in 1997.
Ahh, that liberal paradise…Sweden.
Unlike Switzerland, it has no natural defenses (mountains) to guarantee its continued paradisal existence.
Need more?
Bertil Ströberg.
Swedish Air Force.
Convicted of spying for Poland [Soviet bloc] during the Cold War.
Sentenced to a mere six years in prison.
Paroled after three years.
Which brings us back to the brilliant (I mean it!) Swedish storyteller Stieg Larsson…himself a committed leftist (going so far as to train guerrillas in Eritrea in the firing or mortars).
What of Vanger?
VOLVO?
Volvokoncernen.
ASEA (the now-defunct General Swedish Electrical Company Limited) removed the swastika from their logo in 1933.
The company’s swastika logo had been used since the late-19th century.
Etymology
What if it’s a similar sound?
Fanger
In Swedish, “catches”.
Like in a cage?
Fanger.
In closely-related Danish, “prisoners”.
Like in cages?
What if a letter is missing?
Svanger.
In Swedish, “pregnant”.
Like, pregnant with meaning?
[svan, btw, means “swan” in Swedish]
Pregnant swan?
Like Leda of Greek mythology?
Zeus, in the form of a swan, raped Leda (a woman) who became pregnant and gave birth to “the most beautiful woman in the world”: Helen of Troy.
And around whom does this mystery revolve?
The hauntingly-beautiful Henrietta (Helen?) Vanger.
Who had been been repeatedly raped by her father and brother.
[it is true that the Swedish equivalent of Helen would be Helena or Elin, but the initials match]
How did Larsson come to settle on this name Vanger?
Some have suggested Wagner.
Perhaps even Wegner.
Wenger?
Wolf, in Swedish, is “varg”.
Varger?
Vargar, in Swedish, is “wolves”.
Now we are getting somewhere.
But we must flesh out the story.
We are looking for three Swedish Nazi brothers.
I believe the fourth (the good guy) was invented by Larsson.
Three Swedish Nazis?
How about Birger, Gunnar, and Sigurd Furugård?
They founded the Swedish National Socialist Farmers’ and Workers’ Party in 1924.
It’s a good fit.
The good guy might just be IKEA founder Ingvar Kamprad.
By “good”, I mean that he was a member of the Swedish SSS (Svensk Socialistisk Samling [National Socialist Workers’ Party…basically Swedish Nazis]) at age 17 and before that, at age 16, a member of the fascist New Swedish Movement WHO LATER DECLARED (in 1994) that his membership in the latter was the “greatest mistake” of his life. His association with the SSS wasn’t publicly revealed until 2011 (at which time he made no further comment on having been a part of these types of groups).
So maybe Ingvar Kamprad wasn’t the good guy after all?
Did Larsson meld the Furugårds (Nazis) and Kamprad (a successful business man…and Nazi) into the amalgamation we know as the Vanger family?
So “far right” (says Wikipedia) that they were fucking socialists!?!
NAtionalsoZIalistische.
Socialist.
IKEA.
Sweden.
This is exactly what Pieczenik is talking about in the above video.
Fascism coming from the Left.
Kamprad started off with fascism (New Swedish Movement) and a year later went full-Nazi (National Socialist Workers’ Party).
Again, socialist.
You can’t take that word out of there.
And Antifa started as “anti-fascist” [against the Nazis, but FOR communism].
And they remain communist (leftist) and have devolved, ironically, into a fascist organization themselves (at least in America…where their tactics are indistinguishable from those of Hitler and Mussolini’s respective gangs [Sturmabteilung/SA/Braunhemden/Brownshirts & MVSM/Blackshirts/squadristi]).
BTW…IKEA was founded by a 17-year-old Ingvar Kamprad.
Yes, that’s right: he is confirmed in the above link to have been a member of the SSS [essentially the Swedish Nazi party] that very same year.
1943.
As for Lisbeth, look no further than the alleged Norwegian witch Lisbeth Nypan.
Salander.
Salamander.
Fire.
“blotches on its back”.
From mythology to the real life fire salamander (Salamandra salamandra).
Poisonous.
Europe.
Frigidity (able to extinguish fire).
But also “a product of fire”.
Newts.
Witchcraft.
Wizards and warlocks.
1966.
Disappearance of the Beaumont children (on Australia Day).
Church of Satan formed by Anton LaVey.
Moors murder trial.
Five children (between the ages of 10 and 17) murdered in and around Manchester between 1963 and 1965. At least four were sexually assaulted.
Killer (Ian Brady) read Mein Kampf and books on Nazi atrocities.
Gertrude Baniszewski found guilty of murdering and torturing Sylvia Likens in Indianapolis. Paroled in 1985 [American justice failure].
Charles Whitman kills 14 people with a sniper rifle from above the UT-Austin Tower (after killing his wife and mother).
You don’t realize you’re under its sway…until you’re no longer under its sway 🙂
Ahh…
Like that great song by the Stones.
Just what ARE those lyrics???
But never mind.
Let’s back to the point.
JUST WHAT KIND of propaganda would this be?
It is with every bone of logic in my body that I soberly assess National Treasure to be Masonic propaganda.
Watch it.
Prove me wrong.
Especially from the beginning.
Near the top of the film.
This is OVER THE TOP endorsement of Freemasonry AND of the Knights Templar.
Ok.
So what?
It’s STILL a good film.
A REALLY ENJOYABLE FILM!
And we’re gonna get down to the nuts and bolts of it…
But I just want to point out another thing which had previously escaped me about this flick.
Nicolas Cage is effectively channeling Alex Jones throughout the entirety of this motion picture.
The accent.
The posture.
The wardrobe.
THE MANNERISMS!
I can’t believe I never caught this!!!
So there you have it.
The protagonist (not at all an “anti-hero” in the context of this film) is a “conspiracy theorist”.
But! BUT!!!
The protagonist also emanates from a clear lineage in thrall to Freemasonry.
You think I’m kidding?
Watch this flick and observe the clear propagandistic tone* re: George Washington and the rest of America’s “founding fathers”.
“At least nine…”
Signers of the Declaration of Independence.
But I fucking love this movie.
Let me get to a very important component right off: Diane Kruger.
Though she seriously sullied her career by appearing in what might be the worst film ever made (Tarantino’s Inglorious Basterds), Kruger is a goddess of IQ herein.
And her chemistry with Cage is palpable.
Not least, Justin Bartha makes this whole thing quasi-believable.
On its own merits, National Treasure “works”.
Bartha is a lot like Ben Whishaw in the recent Bond films.
A computer geek cast in a very sympathetic light.
And Jon Turteltaub made a pretty fucking great film here.
A lot like a 007 flick!
Witness Cage as he shucks his janitor uniform for a tux.
Straight out of the opening from Goldfinger.
But Benjamin Franklin Gates [Nicolas Cage] is more a “workingman’s” Bond.
A nut job.
A reader.
A NERD!
Yes.
Although Gates tries to use his “Submariner” as collateral to get his $100 bill back, we don’t really believe it.
We don’t for a second believe that Gates wears a Rolex.
Cage yes, Gates no.
Which is one of the ways this film goes off the rails.
For all of Cage’s acting prowess, he comes off more as a “star” than a true nerd.
Unfortunately, that is damaging for the narrative of this picture.
But all-in-all, National Treasure is a film I want to return to time and again.
The story seduces.
For God and country.
The Freemasonry stuff is a little weird.
[ok, a LOT weird]
But it makes us face the facts re: George Washington, et al.
And brings up a tangential and potentially-timely question:
“Is President Trump a Mason?”
I must admit: I have seen Trump make this hand gesture ABOUT A MILLION FUCKING TIMES!
So what?
In fact…there is AT LEAST another possibility.
Is Trump’s ostentatious display of “Freemason” hand signals a PRETENSE?
In other words, is Trump PRETENDING to be a Freemason??
It’s possible.
But who the fuck really cares???
If George Washington was a Freemason (and he was), then that kinda serves as a cornerstone of expectations (to say the least).
I’m not a Freemason.
I could care less.
Fuck ’em.
But there is an important caveat.
Q:
Was the secrecy of Freemason lodges an essential aspect of communications security leading to victory in the American Revolution?
And what about the French Revolution??
Again, these possibilities seduce.
Suffice it to say, National Treasure can be a strangely enthralling work if viewed through the lens of theory on propaganda films as well as through the kaleidoscopic peephole of current events.
Something certainly seems afoot in the USA.
I am even reluctant to utter its name.
Mostly because I know not what it is.
This new era of the republic.
Trump as President.
Hard-pressed on all sides.
The winner, fair and square.
Elected by the rules of the country.
The Electoral College.
Which rewards the residual “statehood” of lands which chose to join the USA.
At any rate, things seem far from settled.
Indeed, there is a war going on in the United States.
And it is mostly being waged in the realm of “the spectacle”.
President Trump has an OVERWHELMING MAJORITY of the mass media AGAINST HIM.
It is almost comical 🙂
I would liken it to rats having been driven from a burning ship.
Or termites running for cover during a house fire.
Something is off.
Clearly, the media “darling” (that repulsive shell of a human being, Hillary Clinton) did not ascend the throne.
And the owners of the corporate mass media continue to take her defeat VERY POORLY 🙂
Indeed, Trump is positively “mature” compared to the childish response of the U.S mass media.
Which begs the question: WHAT ARE THEY SO AFRAID OF???
And further: did an “outsider” REALLY win the White House 12 months ago?
Judging from media reaction, Trump must be a fucking Messiah.
And further judging from the bungling media info warfare, the psychological operations techniques being employed IN CONCERT by the U.S. mass media ARE HOPELESSLY DAFT 🙂
Every time Jim Acosta tries to rip Trump, it just adds fuel to the #MAGA fire.
Every time the White House press corps comes off as a Mormon Tabernacle Choir of homogeneity (anti-Trump in tenor), the “deplorables” who voted Trump in are proven right.
To be quite frank, I would hate to be on the other side.
The U.S. Democratic Party appears to be trying to reinvent the wheel…AND FAILING BADLY 🙂
But let us leave the chisel of disingenuous chiselers behind for the time being.
Merry Christmas.
May you know joy.
May the Lord Jesus Christ shine upon you today.
May that grace which surpasses all understanding soothe your heart and uplift your spirit.
May a twinkle of love float lightly into your life tonight.
And may it bloom into charity and generosity forevermore.
Because as history unfolds, old modes of expression fall out of style.
They become crude.
And yet, this is a funny fucking film.
We encounter almost the same phenomenon with the priceless, all-world The Party of 1968.
If you like Peter Sellers as an Indian (“Do you speak Hindustani?”), then you are racist.
This is what we are told.
So, then, we are not allowed to laugh at Peter Sellers anymore.
However, notice the double-standard at work in the Pink Panther films.
No one ever says, “Clouseau is such a racist depiction of the French!”
It is because “the white man” has had the rug pulled from underneath him.
The French have everything…
The Louvre, great bread, Dijon, Bordeaux…[a nice meal coming together there, that!]
So therefore, the French should be dispossessed of their wealth in all its many manifestations.
That’s globalism.
And, sadly, that’s socialism.
Make everybody the same.
Take by force.
Redistribute.
Doesn’t sound very civilized to me…
Rather, sounds fairly barbarian.
A shortcut on hard work.
But I’m really aiming to get under your thumb (er, skin) as regards “race”.
I put it in skeptical quotations because modern genetics has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that the concept of “race” is ridiculous.
As Geoffrey Carr of The Economist puts it, “One group of 55 chimps in West Africa shows more genetic diversity than the whole of humanity.”
I usually don’t trust The Economist farther than I can throw it.
Because there are no bylines.
And it is a clearly globalist rag.
But Mr. Carr has a point.
To put words in his mouth…if there are no races, then there must be no racism.
I’m sure some other word will suffice.
Phenotype.
I’ll get back to you once I wade through Euclid’s Elements.
But I hope my point is clear.
If races don’t exist (a notion the globalists are pushing very hard…for ulterior motives), then racism is an absurd concept.
But still, SOMETHING exists.
Perhaps it’s just a “rose” by another name.
Which brings us to this film.
Three Amigos. It’s racist, right?
I mean, the Mexicans in this film aren’t doctors and lawyers.
They don’t speak flawless English with no hint of accent.
And though they run a small gamut, there are indeed stereotypes at work.
But is it mean-spirited?
I would argue it is not.
Or else, the Pink Panther films should all be banned out of deference to the French.
Which is no less absurd than saying John Landis’ masterpiece under review is “racist”.
But let me bring a different slant (no pun intended) to this dialogue.
In my area, south Texas, a mixing of “races” is apparent.
There are white people. And a few black people. But mostly there are brown people.
And then there are gradations.
So-and-so is darker than what’s-his-name. And so on and so forth.
And we know that this darkness in skin pigmentation (for Mexican-Americans) comes largely from the Native Americans who populated what is today the U.S. and Mexico.
Before the Europeans arrived.
But here’s my personal two bits.
This film, Three Amigos, was cherished by me and all my school chums when we were growing up.
People with last names like Lopez, De Los Santos, etc.
We were all friends.
And though we may have fallen out of touch with one another, we all seemed to find enjoyment in Three Amigos.
Indeed, my Hispanic (Latino) friends apparently found the characterizations of Mexicans the funniest.
And, dare I say it, because (as the adage goes), “It’s–so–true!!!”
Whether any characterization of Mexicans in this film is or isn’t true…that’s immaterial.
For me.
I am not the ultimate judge.
But things have changed.
And it’s not just the Trump effect.
Over the years, people have become more and more “polite”.
That’s a good thing, right?
Well, I’m not so sure…
Because it’s not a genuine politeness.
It’s a politesse which is enforced topdown.
It’s not really a choice.
And, to make dead clear, it is our old nemesis: social engineering.
It is in this sense that social engineering is truly defined.
Any other definition (the activities of a pickpocket, a conman, a hacker) is insufficient and misleading.
Social engineering is, by-and-large, practiced at the highest levels of government, at policy institutions, and in commerce by Ivy League jerks (both male and female) who wish to mold society into a shape pleasing unto them.
And like those pernicious Fabians of old, they have no qualms about smashing the world to bits if such means lead to their desired end.
The Fabians, of course, never rush anything. Unless they panic. At which time they reveal themselves. To be the losers they are.
Yes, I am no fan of the Fabian socialists.
Because their whole programme is predicated on deception and secrecy.
And, as such, it should be thoroughly suspect whenever encountered.
But this is a comedy, right?
Yes! Amen!! Something we can agree on!!!
[perhaps]
This grand apologia is to introduce one of my favorite films.
Three Amigos.
It is not “politically correct”, but then NOTHING was in 1986.
And with “correctness” we have lost our sense of humor.
We are too easily offended.
We need “safe spaces”.
Ok, ok…I promise I’m not about to get all Bill O’Reilly here.
Because I have railed AGAINST Fox News for many years.
And, dare I say it, the real heroes in the USA were those who took CHANCES…BIG FUCKING CHANCES…to preserve liberty.
Trump came to the party late.
And I came to Trump even later.
But the real heroes are people like Alex Jones.
Indeed, there is no one like him.
But with the “Joneses” came others like Steve Pieczenik.
And so the tables have turned against the globalists.
Thank God for BREXIT!
Thank God for Trump!
And may God bless Marine Le Pen!
Because the neoliberal nightmare in which we are now mired (including the neoconservative, never-ending wars) has set the globalist agenda back decades.
The European Union is falling apart.
And rightly so.
Because it was a bad idea in the first place.
France must get rid of the atrocious Loi Gayssot.
And other European countries must follow suit.
We must be allowed to TALK!
The Internet will not allow tyranny.
Every government which seeks to control will find itself obsolete.
And so call it whatever you want.
If you’re “free market”, then the Internet is the genius of capitalism.
If you’re fond of sharing (so am I), then the Internet is the redistributive genius of socialism.
And, finally, we have the monstrosity of China.
Clearly no longer a communist state.
Yet neither a capitalist free market.
The mutant which is China…that juggernaut has been smashing the world in terms of productivity.
But there is a limit.
Now the people want FREEDOM.
[or so we are told]
At any rate, the blowback of globalism will ensure that the Chinese people crave the OPPORTUNITY (at least) to behave like Westerners.
THAT much is human nature.
And so I am not against natural globalization.
In that respect, the Fabians are right.
If “gradualism” is taken to mean “let nature take its course”.
But I am and will forever remain AGAINST synthetic globalism.
Globalization vs. globalism.
Semantic.
Suffice to say, I am very much against FORCED globalization.
And perhaps Erdoğan is a manifestation of reaction.
“Reactionary”, as the socialists always say. The worst insult a leftie can level!
As such, I have nothing against Erdoğan, but he can’t hold on to power IN SPITE OF the people.
Same with Trump.
Trump barely squeaked out a victory.
Because the globalist machine is so strong in America.
But rural pride was stronger.
And the Electoral College defeated Hillary Clinton.
But Trump will have to produce.
He knows this.
The clock is ticking on his four years.
And he has had adversaries on all sides.
So it remains to be seen…whether he will make good on his campaign promises.
I am standing behind him.
I am supporting him.
But I am ready to call “bullshit” when the moment is ripe.
Hopefully that moment will never come.
Hopefully he will be a wonderful President.
Which brings us back to “race”.
The wall.
It’s not meant to be “a symbol”, it’s meant to be a wall.
And we in America have long known that the story of 9/11 is seriously flawed…like Swiss cheese…it is not plausible.
I often shoot my mouth off (my defining characteristic), but I have done my research on 9/11.
It may be the most complex event ever.
But it certainly was not the work of 19 blokes with boxcutters.
And everywhere…we saw the stand-down.
Two parts to Roberta Wohlstetter’s pet theory.
False-flag stand-down.
9/11 was no more Islamic than Mickey Mouse.
And so many signs proved this case.
If it had been an attack actually emanating from outside the United States (as opposed to an inside, CIA job), then our southern border would have been secured toot sweet.
But such was not the case.
And those of us near the southern border had all the information we needed to put the final nail in the coffin.
That 9/11 was a self-inflicted attack.
[with help from Israeli Mossad and others]
It was a team effort of the globalists.
However, to paraphrase Guy Debord, “deceit deceived itself”.
9/11 was the day when the Ivy League lost.
Once and for all.
Never again will Yale be the same.
Never again will Harvard be guiltless (if they ever were [and they weren’t]).
Brave people spoke out.
Webster Tarpley (of Princeton).
Steve Pieczenik (of Cornell and Harvard).
But now our Ivy League President (Penn) has a chance to reverse the sustained-lie–the 8-year-nightmare of Barack Obama’s unreality.
The Democratic Party squandered its chance to see the neocons swing from the gallows.
It would have been the end of the Republican Party.
But the Democrats chose more deception.
You can’t kill a dead man (bin Laden).
The fraudulent War “on” Terror waged on…with many innocent patriots deceived unto death.
And now race…racism…is but one problem plaguing us.
So, my friends, I urge you to see Three Amigos.
Let yourself laugh.
And “think about it” (as Jerry Lee Lewis was wont to say).
Maybe yesterday I would have spoke as much with a mouthful of tobacco.
But today I take a more measured approach.
And still I must proclaim: this film has aged like a fine wine.
I can find little fault with it.
No film will express all that we hold inside…exactly as we’d express it.
And so this is as close as we get to serendipity on a Tuesday night 🙂
Yes sir…let me tell you ’bout it.
I write to stay alive.
[now I’m telling you about me…or the film…by way of me]
We come from a long/short tradition.
Film critics.
Critics.
All the way back to the earliest Homer in the Greek.
Rage.
I owe Nick Tosches a debt of gratitude for pointing that out.
My favorite living writer.
This film [we’re back to the film] could have gone off the rails early on.
Like some errant Ken Burns pablum on PBS.
But the Coen brothers are of the most deft cinematic touch.
I have delved very little into their oeuvre.
Most recently I broached the subject with Fargo (a fine film), but Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? is a bona fide 😉 masterpiece.
You see, you must be conversant in naïveté as much as in erudition.
You must run the gamut from Delmar to Ulysses in order to evoke an appropriately universal sampling of the human condition.
Blind on a Pullman. Nay. Blind Sheriff Murnau. Closer.
Blind but now I see.
Precisely.
Bill Moyers couldn’t get to Shakespeare in the recessed library.
Only God could move fate.
To see beauty.
For a moment to dream of a better life.
Saved from cancer.
I know not.
We feel it’s Isaiah. Or the Oracle of Delphi.
Pythia. As in pithy.
Icy.
You don’t get credit for half a master’s degree.
Ain’t no one in the world impressed by that.
Even if they should.
People like awards. Bob Dylan said.
Grammys. Nobels.
Sells records. Books. DVDs. Tickets for admission. Memorabilia.
But I doff my hat to Tosches and Quintilian.
We are all excursus. As Céline was all ellipses.
[…]
The Sheriff is Cooley. As in Spade.
A mean son of a bitch.
But we don’t care none about these transgressors no more.
The electorate has spoken.
50 states.
From the words Tommy Johnson.
It’s just a cool drink of water from Robert.
And we won’t even get into Lonnie.
We hear the devil is white.
Go to any American university and you will hear the same.
Indeed, our film only falters when it attempts to be too heavy-handed.
We uncloak what is cloaked in ourselves.
And this is the curse of critics.
No critic is writing about their subject.
In reality.
The underlying gist is always autobiography.
To admit as much should be refreshing.
But that is for you to decide.
Just sing into the can.
Voice your opinion.
On shellac.
For generations to plunder in treasure hunts of old South junk stores.
Searching for the Sugar Man/Soggy Bottom…Robert Johnson already dead when he became sought after.
A prophet in his own land.
All is dream. And religion comes to the silver screen.
The common man can relate. And so can I.
With my Bible on my nightstand.
I ain’t ashamed to say.
I depend on God.
See Messiaen if you need abstraction.
Because Debussy gave the clouds first…and the sirens last.
And feasts or parties in between.
Night swimming. Nocturnes. Campfires. Skip James.
Pulled from routine.
We were nearly eaten alive.
And we would have dived into that abyss out of desperation.
Yet the hand of the Lord was upon us.
Not for any deed which had ingratiated ourselves to Him.
But for grace.
Mercy.
Love.
No horror here. Just a toad. And Mark Twain.
And how to keep tobacco dry on a Mississippi River boat.
Uncle Sweetheart smells blood.
Years before Masked and Anonymous.
So be careful not to fall in love with your own reflection.
She said he was hit by a train.
And she looked good in a bikini.
To three pathetic roustabouts with no prospects.
Chewed up and spit out by both Tropics to wade in the water of possibility.
Nerds can box.
Maybe know an arcane martial art.
Don’t fuck with us.
But protagonists of epic poetry need something more than a couple of jabs and pinches.
Circumstances must have placed them in a true imbroglio…the mother of all situations.
The Gordian knot.
Ulysses is a lying bastard. A mad man. Advertising. Op side coin propaganda.
But these are skills. For gainful employment. And we hover to ethics for guidance.
On how to wield words in the age of microblogging and memes.
He needed a story.
Chained together.
An inspiration.
Because we’re (for all intents and purposes) inseparable.
We can dream of $500,000 ($400,000)…as the “major D”…even the mâitre’d…if we’re feeling saucy.
Dream of land.
But what was Everett’s dream?
We know only later.
To spend 84 years in jail.
Released: 1987.
Incarcerated at age 3?
Not counting on these two to do the taxes.
The KKK took his baby away. –Joey Ramone
Seems very Bohemian Grove.
But we don’t know these things.
We only know what we’ve gleaned from D.W. Griffith.
These synchronized David Dukes are meant to evoke a temple of doom.
It is the hinge (brisure) in the whole film (if we are doing a deconstructionist reading à la Derrida).
And thus auteur theory is vindicated.
Joel Coen had something to get off his chest regarding the treatment of blacks, JEWS, Catholics, etc.
We could deconstruct from there.
It’s easy.
Top psychiatrist Steve Pieczenik does it breezily when he traces Jill Stein back to her Jewish Chicago roots which give her the privilege to run as an agnostic.
But the Coen brothers are timeless artists here.
They have found the trick.
Hillary’s coven must have been on hiatus for the past few weeks.
Demoralized.
But it’s hard to fight back the tears as they get in front of that lozenge mic I’d associate with RCA…
As the Soggy Bottom Boys emerge from obscurity.
And they have a fan base (constituents).
And these mythical performers were not even confirmed to exist.
In the flesh.
Ah, but public relations…
He was proto- “drain the swamp” with his little man and broom.
But the planets shifted.
And he’s on a hot mic inserting both feet into his mouth, one at a time, very slowly, with each succeeding word.
The way politics works.
In Mississippi. Louisiana. Texas.
Suck on a cigar. Think it over. Maybe some cognac or brandy.
And seize upon an opportunity.
To hire the best.
The best who have appeared on this stage at this moment for this very reason.
Three years after Titanic and the Coen brothers wanted a weightless freak show of inanimate objects floating as Japanese melange symbolism.
I am the man with the can. Not Dapper Dan. And no record-cutting lathe.
Just a tin of tobacco. My floating life. And all we’ve been through.
Memory soup.
We pull up to the aquarium to peer into the mysteries of other realities.
And, by so doing, try to make sense out of our own.
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