Maurene Comey files court documents on behalf of SDNY regarding the fact that footage of Tartaglione’s efforts to save Epstein (footage which would have documented Epstein’s first suicide attempt) was incorrectly filed and the backup system was nonoperational (according to the FBI) [which her dad used to run…very recently]. She is involved in telling the court that the footage is lost.
Maurene Comey graduated from McLean High School in 2006. There are two high schools in McLean, Virginia. Oh yeah…it’s also the location of the CIA headquarters. To be fair, Langley High School (the other HS) is located closer to CIA HQ. Langley alums include Mika Brzezinski (daughter of Zbigniew Brzezinski: founder [with David Rockefeller] of the shadowy Trilateral Commission). McLean alums include Aldrich Ames (Soviet spy who worked for the CIA), Sharyn Alfonsi (ABC News), Rose Arce (CNN producer), Liz Cheney (daughter of what the late Michael Ruppert described as 9/11 [false-flag/stand down] prime suspect Dick Cheney), Mary Cheney (another of Dick Cheney’s daughters), actor Jared Leto, Ann Sommovigo Moore (former CEO of Time, Inc.), and New Mexico Democratic U.S. Senator Tom Udall.
The former Assistant Attorney General for the SDNY was Geoffrey Berman…until June 20, 2020 (when he was fired by President Trump [at the request of AG Bill Barr]). Maurene Comey’s husband, Lucas Issacharoff, ALSO joined the SDNY office (before Berman left) in September of 2019. Epstein died (?) [supposedly by suicide] the previous month [August 2019]. Again, Maurene Comey was one of the prosecutors on the Epstein case…until the case was dropped (because Epstein dropped dead). To further clarify, now James Comey (former FBI director who, at the very least, committed gross impropriety in “spying” [Bill Barr’s characterization] on Donald Trump’s 2016 campaign) has both his daughter AND son-in-law working in the office which attempted to prosecute Jeffrey Epstein and is now prosecuting Epstein’s co-conspirator Ghislaine Maxwell. Maurene Comey is a prosecutor on the Maxwell case.
Who else has been in the SDNY recently? How about Robert Khuzami. As Berman (Bjurman?) would have been recused in raiding Trump lawyer Michael Cohen’s home and office, Khuzami likely signed off on the raids. What do we know about Khuzami? Ah. A big fan of John McCain. What a shocker.
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).
It is getting taken down using methods suspiciously-similar to those used by the CIA in their regime change activities around the world.
Iran, Guatemala, Indonesia, Chile…
You know their work.
But this time it’s different.
Just as the American intelligence community was weaponized by President Barack Obama against Presidential candidate (and President-Elect) Donald Trump, so is the Deep State (chockfull of former CIA officers) now attempting to bring down the United States to save their asses.
Does China have any reason to attempt to totally destroy the United States AT THIS TIME?
No. [but they are a part of (willing accomplice to) the takedown]
Does Russia have any reason to attempt to totally destroy the United States AT THIS TIME?
No.
Is there any intelligence organization in the world capable of orchestrating the total war to which the United States has been subjected over the past three months?
Only China and Russia.
And perhaps Israel.
But Israel has absolutely no reason to attempt to depose their greatest ally (Donald Trump).
Iran does not have the capability or sophistication.
Nor does North Korea.
[and North Korea, even if they had the capability (which they do not), has no reason to run a regime change campaign against the most formidable counterintelligence apparatus in the world AT THIS TIME]
And so that leaves us but one “country”: a country within a country.
The American (Globalist) Deep State.
It is almost synonymous with the CIA.
And the CIA’s methods and signatures are all over the multi-pronged onslaught we have witnessed these past months.
It’s not necessary at this time to point out the biggest players.
Soros? Yes.
The Clintons? Yes.
Obama? Yes.
Bill Gates? Yes.
What is most important is to locate the quarterback.
And that man is (in my opinion) none other than former Director of the CIA John Brennan.
There are other traitors involved.
But let’s outline the structure of what we have endured:
Biological Warfare–Here, China sacrificed one of its own cities [Wuhan] to create plausible deniability that they were in any way waging offensive BIOWAR. As China miraculously shielded the rest of ITS country from COVID-19, they made sure the virus made it (in droves) to the homeland of their arch nemesis: the USA
Economic Warfare–Here, the Deep State (with a giddy China looking on) watched as the U.S. economy ground to a halt because of COVID-19. Record unemployment. All economic activity ceased. The greatest economy on Earth was ruined (for the time being). Each U.S. citizen received a pittance of $1,200 which has not been enough to really sustain anyone.
Psychological Warfare–The masses of Americans were told to stay home. They were cooped up in their houses for two months. They had nothing to do. No place to go. Underlying depressions and anxieties were exponentially amplified. The populace grew frustrated. Most of all, the PANIC was conveyed daily by news organizations with heavy connections to the CIA and Democratic Party. This propaganda terrorized the populace into being afraid to leave their homes–being afraid even to breathe.
Divide and Conquer–Whether the death of George Floyd was a real or synthetic (staged) event, the news coverage would have been the same. In terms of planning, it is likely that the event never took place at all. But for the sake of argument, let’s assume for a moment that a man named George Floyd actually did die as a result of an incompetent and cruel police officer. Magically, the big bogeyman (COVID-19) WAS COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN. All of a sudden, the pent-up rage and frustration and poverty (see #3 and #2) were activated. This is the “match in a tinderbox” scenario. After two months of wall-to-wall coverage of the coronavirus (which ostensibly killed 100,000 Americans by Memorial Day), ALL OF A SUDDEN…THE LIFE OF ONE MAN (george floyd) has become more important than the lives of the 100,000 coronavirus victims (assuming that death toll is accurate [which it is not…it is grossly-inflated]).
So what we have here is a VERY SOPHISTICATED campaign designed to remove Donald Trump from the Presidency. Worst case scenario (for the Deep State), it is supposed to prevent him from being reelected.
It is also a last-ditch effort to save the asses of those Deep State members whose treason has been pinpointed and for whom justice may not be far off:
-Loretta Lynch
-Sally Yates
-John Brennan*
-James Clapper
-James Comey
-Andrew McCabe
-Bruce Ohr
-James Baker [FBI]
-Peter Strzok
-Lisa Page
-Rod Rosenstein
-Susan Rice
It is my guess that these will be the first pawns to fall.
John Brennan is very important.
More than a pawn (in some ways).
But still a pawn.
How deep will this go?
Barack Obama?
Hillary Clinton?
Bill Gates?
George Soros?
So much depends on each move in this chess game.
Which brings us to Boogie Nights.
There’s a riot goin’ on.
Each of us has a gift.
Heather Graham is great here.
Mark Wahlberg does a really nice job.
We get the Corvette.
Symbol of summer.
Porn with “plots”.
An admirable pursuit.
Burt Reynolds is really phenomenal in this film.
But like Lovelace, this tale of sexual freedom gets darker and darker as it goes along.
You got the touch.
Feel, feel, feel, feel my heat.
Darker and darker.
But very real.
There is a great realism to certain scenes here.
Paul Thomas Anderson really does an amazing job with this one.
Even the usually-vapid Julianne Moore has some actual moments of artful acting herein.
They’re taking her children away.
Black people can like country music.
Definitely a bit of Tarantino in the donut shop scene.
But Anderson is a far superior director to QT.
QT is very talented, but very overrated.
Lots of hype…very little timeless filmmaking.
Anderson is a much more solid auteur.
There is something of Aronofsky here too.
Funny thing is, Anderson got there first.
But Requiem for a Dream goes MUCH DEEPER into drug darkness.
And yet, Anderson paints a portrait of a period of time.
So vividly.
And the colors are washed out.
The soul-eating burn of cocaine is depicted as it really is: torrid.
Desperate.
Exciting.
Elusive.
Utterly destructive.
Psychosis-inducing.
How many more nights will the “divide and conquer” boogie?
Military police.
82nd Airborne.
101st Airborne.
1st Infantry.
10th Mountain Division.
The United States is under attack…mainly from within.
China played a small (though not insignificant) role.
The main culprits are liberal globalists.
4B.
A second wave of coronavirus will hit the U.S.
This will happen as a result of the fake-news media pushing the narrative that one man’s death (george floyd) is more important than 100,000 ostensible fatalities.
The CIA/liberal media is distracting the country from being vigilant about hand washing, social distancing, etc.
Kids open their Trapper Keepers and throw the paper into the air.
Littering the halls.
A celebration of completion.
A group of very bad seniors plan to sabotage the next four-year class: the freshmen.
Drugs.
Weed.
Summer.
Trees.
Floating weeds.
Rural.
But justice comes.
Defense Intelligence Agency.
National Security Agency.
Department of Defense.
United States Army Intelligence and Security Command.
Strange witch rituals.
The star here is definitely Christin Hinojosa.
Crime and punishment.
Ben Affleck is a dick.
Marissa Ribisi is quite good.
McConaughey is legendary.
Revenge served cold.
Ends like Slacker.
The freedom of driving.
Wind in hair…
4005
AEWP = Adam Entous of The Washington Post.
It appears that those who conspired to overthrow the government of the United States (a federal offense) were communicating (cryptically and with aliases) using the messaging function of the game Star Wars Commander.
First, lets group those who (if the information in the link I provided above [and here ] is correct) are rumored to have been indicted for CONSPIRACY TO OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT of the United States of America:
–Loretta Lynch [former Attorney General of the U.S., 2015-2017]
–Sally Yates [former Deputy Attorney General of the U.S., 2015-2017]
–John Brennan [former Director of the CIA, 2013-2017]
–James Clapper [former Director of National Intelligence, 2010-2017]
–James Comey [former Director of the FBI, 2013-2017]
–Andrew McCabe [former Deputy Director of the FBI, 2016-2018]
–Peter Strzok [former Deputy Assistant Director of the FBI (Counterintelligence Division)]
–Lisa Page [former FBI attorney]
Could this list, ostensibly leaked to a radio show run by “James R” (who goes by realpersonpltcs [sic] on Twitter) by an anonymous U.S. Department of Justice source, be true?
It sounds like the stuff of tabloid journalism, doesn’t it?
Except for one thing:
it’s completely plausible.
Tabloids are curious.
And that’s where this hidden gem of a movie comes in.
Because, after all, this is a film review.
What if tabloid journalists (who usually cover sensational, “engineered” stories) ACCIDENTALLY came across the real thing?
In other words, what if they actually found a real-life Bat Boy?
It bears mentioning at this point that Avril Haines, one of the “players” in Bill Gates’ amazingly-prescient bat coronavirus simulation Event 201 which was held in NYC on 10/18/19, worked for one of the aforementioned conspirators listed above: John Brennan.
Jeffrey Jones [Ferris Bueller] plays the corrupt mayor.
Laughing with incredulity.
Michael Richards is absolutely genius here.
And the head of the local police is in on the corrupt conspiracy with the mayor.
Geena Davis looks stunning!
Joseph Bologna plays the mad scientist.
He laments that his father’s reputation was maligned for injecting viruses into animals in his lifelong quest to cure the common cold.
Human experiments.
A “monster” fleeing from a laboratory.
There is even a delineation of evil (in the sense of “demonic possession”) which mirrors the tone of David Lynch’s television masterpiece Twin Peaks.
The evil is in a place.
Enter that place and you may become possessed.
This happens to Bologna’s character in textbook “Jekyll and Hyde” fashion.
The missing child is a trope from Frankenstein.
Those who are trying to tell the truth are arrested.
Because the truth, if told, would reveal the criminality of this particular police force.
So what, I ask you, will happen when Frankenstein enters the American psyche from stage left?
What will the shock be like?
How will CNN and MSNBC (and ABC, CBS, NBC, New York Times, Washington Post…) attempt to spin it?
They don’t mention much about rabbits anymore, do they?
And like me, they are fond of taking inordinately-long pauses between bursts of communication.
Transient random-noise bursts with announcements.
My brain is coming back.
Watch out, world!
Fred Manchu did laundry at Eton.
Eton blue or shelduck blue.
Sid Caesar or Cyd Charisse.
Caesar’s Palace or…
Down to brass tacks.
Tax?
This film is in parallel to (believe it or not) Live and Let Die.
Jane Seymour (Bond) and Helen Mirren (Sellers).
And Sellers in Casino Royale of 1967.
Not to be confused with the best Bond film made thus far: Casino Royale of 2006.
Seymour (OBE)
born Joyce Penelope Wilhelmina Frankenberg
Mirren (DBE)
born Helen Lydia Mironoff
Live and Let Die (1973) was really the breakout performance of young Seymour’s early career.
There is juxtaposition…because you might know Seymour best as Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman (1993-1998).
Sultry “Solitaire” (Seymour) is hardly recognizable next to her twenty-year-senior “Dr. Quinn”.
But sex sells.
And it just goes to show that HARDLY ANYONE gets to start off classy.
Stay classy.
In our film, the promiscuous Alice Rage (Mirren) ironically (?) gets an undercover job as a double for the Queen of England. She then falls for the black-fingernailed Fu Manchu and becomes the 166-year-old (?) villain’s wife.
For those who only know Mirren as The Queen (2006), it is worth revisiting her early years for a jolt of WTF.
Though Mirren had been working in film seven times as long as Seymour when she took this role of Alice Rage in The Fiendish Plot of Dr. Fu Manchu, it was still something of a feather in her cap (one might imagine).
And though we might suspect this was the depth of her crappy early roles, it wasn’t.
The previous year, Mirren had been in the infamous film Caligula (produced by Penthouse magazine).
[as noted earlier, our film was a Playboy Productions venture with Hugh Hefner acting as executive producer]
Further, Mirren played a prostitute in the contemporaneous Hussy of 1980.
If you only know Mirren from American Treasure: Book of Secrets, I can imagine your shock.
BTW…don’t make the easily-forgivable mistake of confusing Mirren for Judi Dench (the “M” of the Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig-era Bond films).
Which brings us back to Q.
Is QAnon legit?
Where is Q?
Why hasn’t Steve Pieczenik commented on Q?
Is Q a “flypaper coup” (to quote Wayne Madsen re: Turkey’s failed coup)?
Hard to say.
For me.
One thing is for sure: Mirren and Dench both appeared in 1968’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Burt Kwouk makes a brief appearance early in our film…as he drops the MacGuffin (after drenching his burning sleeve with it).
Look to Stonehenge.
Moreover, Steve Franken (the butler from The Party) plays Sid Caesar’s FBI partner here.
Franken was disgraced Minnesota Senator Al Franken’s cousin.
And so this is a perfect movie with which to attempt a comeback.
“You can always come back/but you can’t come back all the way”
Bob Dylan said that.
To get her together.
I said that.
NORAD.
It was a rough day.
9/11/01
NEADS thought it was part of an exercise called Vigilant Guardian.
Michael Ruppert (may God rest his soul) documented the litany of war-games which were active on 9/11/01.
And Michael Ruppert wrote about this in a tome which should serve in some ways as a sort of bible for those wishing to know the truth about 9/11: Crossing the Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil.
Ruppert was wrong about some things.
“Peak oil”, for instance.
Perhaps my understanding is hopelessly daft, but it seems that hydraulic fracturing (“fracking”) changed the geopolitical world immensely.
Just a few years ago, rather intelligent folks like Leonardo Maugeri (to name a typical example) were bemoaning the hydrocarbon “cliff” off of which we were about to leap.
Alas…
That has not been the case.
Maugeri’s book The Age of Oil: The Mythology, History, and Future of the World’s Most Controversial Resource is wildly, spectacularly wrong.
Which also means that Dick Cheney and all those arch conspirators* were also wildly, spectacularly wrong about the importance of the Caspian Basin.
Let me put it to you this way: if you really believe 19 blokes with box cutters brought the U.S. military machine to its knees, then I can’t help you.
As for me and my house (so to speak), we do not believe the box cutter theory.
And so we come to the DoD and fictional characters such as Stephen Falken.
And Albert Wohlstetter (not forgetting his ever-so-important-to-the-neocons wife Roberta).
And Steve Pieczenik.
So much has happened.
And so much is at a precipice.
“The Far East Strategy”.
Pshaw.
Tic-tac-toe.
It is my firm belief that 9/11 was some sort of engineered* conspiracy which involved boxcutters and Muslims in only the most tangential of ways.
But you will have to learn that parallel history.
If in fact you are interested.
And I shall show my enlightened, nonpartisan wisdom by recommending Trump-hater Webster Tarpley’s 9/11 Synthetic Terror: Made in USA above all other books on the subject.
Indeed, I look forward to hopefully adding another Trump-hater (Wayne Madsen) book to my collection soon…one which discusses to what extent and in exactly what ways Saudi Arabia and Israel were involved in the 9/11 false-flag/stand-down.
Which brings us back to Pieczenik.
And the Wohlstetters.
But let us at least attempt to make passing reference to the film under consideration.
If you’ve never seen this movie from the beginning (a cold start), I highly recommend adding such footage to your filmic knowledge.
The silos.
Minot?
Somewhere.
The Great Plains.
Nuclear missiles.
Humans in the loop.
Physical keys.
Launch orders.
Wisdom.
As humans are removed, MAD (what, me worry?) becomes even more unequivocally assured.
You might remember WHOPPER’s (WOPR) cousin [Siemens System 4004] from Willy Wonka…
It is somehow fitting that WarGames should make a Burger King allusion in 1983.
Indeed, this was the period of the very real (and ridiculous) “burger wars“.
But let’s get on with it…
Matthew Broderick plays basically the Bill Gates of this famous picture:
I must say…this film deeply affected me as a kid.
Perhaps it was due to the wonderfully effervescent (what is she, a sparkling wine?!?) Ally Sheedy.
Sure… There are a couple of moments of unbearable melodrama to make this movie slightly imperfect, but a kid doesn’t notice such things.
And so as a youth, I ate this film up.
Broderick and Sheedy as “partners in crime” (somewhat literally…).
It would be like some high school kid hacking into the USAF’s Space and Missile Systems Center (SMC) to play a “game”.
Is this real world or exercise?
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
Which brings us back to the ubiquitous Baudrillard.
And, if you can bear it, Debord.
Simulation.
Spectacle.
Fake.
Radar inserts.
Etc.
GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR.
Big Gulp.
[g’uh?]
But let’s change tacks for a second.
TALENT SPOTTING.
Back in the Cold War days.
David Lightman would have been a prime target for recruitment by a foreign intelligence service (or so this film claims).
However, I would point out a plane which the passing analysis seems to miss: industrious brilliance.
Disruptive innovation.
Recording the analog [?) signal of the infirmary door with a psychiatrist’s micro-tape recorder.
Removing the tap from a pay phone and using a pull tab to hotwire a call back home (in lieu of a quarter).
These are the assets of operators.
Whether CIA or early FBI, appreciation for unconventional skill sets has been a hallmark of organizations engaged in successful growth.
Put differently, David Lightman would have made a pretty great spook.
Indeed, his skill set might have been best utilized by the NSA (no such agency).
Back in the day.
Before the world changed.
On 9/11.
The average citizen had no idea about the National Security Agency back in the Bobby Ray Inman days (1977-1981).
par exemple…
Research.
Know your enemy.
Half the battle.
Mirror’s other half.
It’s not impossible.
To make a matrix.
Collation.
Big data.
Must be organized.
Delphic databases.
Few films capture this.
This anxiety of being ushered into an FBI van.
Picked up on the street.
Fresh out of the 7-11.
A unique take on “talent spotting”.
Almost an accidental spy.
Like the DIA buffoons seen here:
These films are real.
And offer us hope.
About unconventional paths.
Former DIA head Gen. Flynn has an appreciation for this.
“…you magnificent bastard, I read your book!”
[or some of it]
Enter the jaded Richard Dawkins character.
Really a rather laborious (and dead-on) archetype.
The “science worshipper”.
Obsessed with mass extinction.
Really, Dr. Falken is very much a J. Robert Oppenheimer character.
Which is appropriate, seeing as how the subject under consideration is Global Thermonuclear War.
WarGames is a genuinely moving, inspired film.
But it stumbles in a few places.
Not least, at the end.
Both of them 🙂
Yes, like the slew of “disaster movies” (such as Deep Impact) which glutted picture houses at the end of the last century, WarGames hones in on a maudlin tessitura which is made ineffective by repeated use.
In plain English, this film has two endings.
And they are identical.
Thus, anticlimax.
And the aforementioned melodrama.
Yet for all its imperfections, WarGames is a masterpiece of sorts.
I was reminded just tonight of the appendectomy I had one year ago.
What a blessing to have received urgent medical care.
But I never would have known at that particular time (upon my first and only self-directed trip to an emergency room) that my appendix needed attention had it not been for my anxiety.
Horrible anxiety.
Debilitating.
I sought medical help for extraordinarily high anxiety.
And the prognosis?
“You need to have your appendix removed.” 🙂
Not exactly what I was hoping to hear.
But I made it through.
My first and only surgery.
Praise God.
And I powered through.
If you will remember, it was a mere three weeks before my graduation with an MBA.
Three more weeks I had to push.
Fresh out of the hospital.
I had to hunker down each day and research.
Study.
Write.
Churn out papers.
PowerPoint presentations.
Research solar power.
Water purification.
The Maghreb.
Sertão.
Sanhedrin.
Sahara.
MENA.
Middle East and North Africa.
Not to be confused with Mena, Arkansas (sniffy woe).
Presentations.
Transhumanism.
Ivan Raszl (well, not yet).
How Hillary ripped off her campaign insignia:
Neither here nor there.
But suffice to say Ray Kurzweil. Jeremy Rifkin. Zoltan Istvan.
Bad dudes.
And by this calculus a commodius vicus back to Elon Musk and environs.
Yes, I am back.
Back to that blabbering drivel.
That dithering dithyrambic style you know and love.
And I am fighting.
Not just anxiety, but drug addiction.
Prescription medicine.
It’s what happens when we max out our dosages.
We take as prescribed (more or less).
We take the right amount.
But the “as needed” turns into “needed all the time”.
And so I have been blessed to recently receive psychological help.
For anxiety.
Not my first time (big surprise), but the first time I’ve had a real counselor.
Someone who cares.
Someone who’s qualified.
Someone who gives a shit.
Someone with the chops to help me attack anxiety.
My cousin died.
It scared the shit out of me.
43.
Heart attack.
Three years older than me.
Fuck.
Yeah…
And then I magically was prescribed heart medicine.
On top of cholesterol medicine.
Real fucking fun.
All of this shit freaked me out pretty heavily.
The death of my cousin was a supremely shocking occurrence.
Was I next?
Was I going to wake up and find myself dead???
Well, fear not, dear friends.
Yes.
During the course of my therapy, my shrink deduced that I was indeed addicted to multiple medications.
I didn’t really realize my addiction for what it was.
I knew I was tethered to my medicines, but I had no perspective on the matter.
And so we started slow.
Hey. How ’bout not taking that third of a sleeping pill to relax…hours before bedtime, fuckface?
Ok.
And hey. How ’bout you get to bedtime and maybe you only take half a sleeping pill?
Sleep.
Sleep was the first fix.
You gotta have a bedtime.
Be your own army sergeant.
Pick your time.
A “lights out” time.
And stick to it.
Every damn night.
Midnight.
Lights out.
It took awhile.
I wanted to remain with the world.
Wanted to stay up-to-date.
On the off chance that some kind word would make my soul bloom.
And set an alarm, you lazy moron 🙂
8 a.m.
Ok.
Better than TWO P.M. 🙂
Set that fucking thing.
And WAKE UP.
You’re tired?
Too fucking bad.
Now what???
You stay awake for the next 16 hours, that’s what!
So when midnight rolls around again, you’re pretty tired.
But you get a second wind.
So you push it.
And you gradually rack up weeks of 6 hours.
6 1/2 hours.
On average.
But the goal is 8.
Not 7. Not 9.
8.
After WEEKS of this shit, this finally settled into a cradle.
A groove.
The string settled on the nut.
Or the bridge.
Notch.
Sleep. Nutrition. Exercise.
The “holy trinity” of psychological health.
I had been an insomniac for decades.
A pro musician.
Starting gigs at 1 a.m. in New Orleans.
Fucking crazy.
But now I have an MBA.
And I need to straighten the fuck up.
Sleep came.
Slowly.
Tired as fuck.
Torturous.
But you gotta FORCE YOURSELF to stay awake.
Every damn day.
Finally, these past few days I am getting 8 hours.
Was it a month of sleep deprivation?
Six weeks?
Probably.
But it was worth it.
A hard-earned victory.
Nutrition.
Fine.
Eat boring.
Eat country vittles.
Be good.
Eat your fruits and vegetables.
Don’t go for the dozen glazed donuts.
Or raspberry jelly donuts.
I know you can eat a whole dozen glazed by yourself.
But don’t fucking do it.
It’s nasty.
Disgusting.
You don’t need to be in that mindset.
And exercise.
First thing in the morning.
Walk.
Hey. How ’bout you double your exercise amount, dipshit?
Ok.
Walk in the evening too.
Twice a day.
And how ’bout STANDING UP when you feel a panic attack coming on.
Yeah, that’s right: get out of bed.
Get on your feet.
Don’t ball up into the fetal position.
Don’t hide your head under the covers.
Don’t wait for the panic attack to pass.
No more being a bitch to benzodiazepines.
Time to breathe.
Big breath in.
Throw back those shoulders.
Chest out.
Tighten the butt.
Lower back.
Stand up straight.
Hold it.
For God. For country.
Like a Marine.
Salute.
At attention.
Pop that breastbone.
Tension.
Pops sternum.
I’m not dead.
I’m a crazy motherfucker, but I’m not dead.
And my crazy? A lust for life.
A return.
“You can always come back/but you can’t come back all the way”
Yeah.
It is sheer folly to try.
But it is “life or no life”.
I am blowing the harp.
I am singing.
I am playing the country blues.
I become real acquainted with Robert Johnson.
‘Cept I already tried to sell my soul.
Years ago.
And God forgave me.
Because Jesus short-circuits the wrath of God.
So now I am onto an opioid drawdown.
Tapering.
Returning to a dosage I last mastered 7 years ago (and no time since).
So it soothed my brain to go back to this movie.
A sheer masterpiece:
National Lampoon’s Vacation.
Dana Barron makes me happy 🙂
Reminds me of love.
When we were in high school.
And the rare God miracle of falling in love with a girl from a couple streets over.
That miracle.
Those tie-dyed times.
Long since dusty and moth-eaten.
Let’s start with the aw-kward Family Truckster.
Metallic pea 🙂
The green latrine.
Not an auspicious start.
“You’re gonna see a sign that says, ‘Rib Tips'” 🙂
This was Trump era.
Think Melania.
Christie Brinkley.
But nothing is better than Randy Quaid as Cousin Eddie 🙂
Quaid owns this role.
Drives it into the ground.
Slam dunks it.
The laconic redneck.
Piss-perfect.
“Vicki, can I help you with that Kool-Aid…please.”
“REAL…tomato ketchup, Eddie???”
And the white shoes which act as time machine and talisman.
Future past.
From another century.
Something that’s crossed over.
Houellebecq.
But I got new respect for law enforcement.
And I got huge respect for American military.
Military City USA.
San Antonio.
Here we are.
And these crazy times of FBI.
Las Vegas.
What do you want to believe?
I have turned off the medium which slapped me daily with the message.
I don’t give a fuck about the FBI.
I don’t give a fuck about the CIA.
A useful bit of wisdom at times.
Nay, I am not even really following politics at the moment.
Fuck it.
Fuck these people.
A bunch of losers.
But, regardless: I don’t have the extra capacity…the patience.
I gotta get myself healthy.
So fuck it.
FBI, do your job.
CIA, stop being such bastards.
I don’t know.
Is that fair?
Which is to say, I’m a nobody. A nothing.
But at least I know that.
And I can crawl from beneath my rock and give thanks to God.
I can give thanks that nobody has whacked me.
“50 yards…”
Aunt Edna on the roof 🙂
In the fucking rain.
Yep.
That is a rich scenario.
“I thought you were going to tell me your were in the CIA.”
“What, me??? No…not anymore. A long time ago. I don’t really like to talk about it.”
Beverly D’Angelo is really good.
Anthony Michael Hall is solid.
But Chevy Chase really ties the room together 🙂
AND RANDY QUAID.
God…
Harold Ramis directed a rather perfect picture here.
But let’s dispense with all these murderous liberals.
Let’s give them no more airtime here.
Jerks like Seth Rogen (who made jokes last week at the expense of a man in intensive care who at been stabbed nine times).
And let’s only mention Pedowood in passing.
The Hollywood run by pedophiles.
About which Corey Feldman has spoken.
About which Elijah Wood has spoken.
About which Ashton Kutcher has spoken.
About which Nicole Kidman has spoken.
And about which Stanley Kubrick spoke.
Ugly, nasty Hollywood.
Let’s not speak about Operation Broken Heart III (in which 238 “suspected child sex predators” [including “household names” as yet to be divulged] were recently arrested).
And yet, the “household names” seem to be slithering away so far.
So let us not talk of John Podesta, of whom we have talked so much.
Nor Kevin Spacey, who has preemptively (?) blocked me on Twitter 🙂
What do these folks have to fear?
Spacey, of course, famously rode on convicted child sex offender Jeffrey Epstein’s infamous Lolita Express (private plane). If I am not mistaken, Spacey’s trip aboard the aircraft coincided with one of Bill Clinton’s MANY trips aboard that airplane.
So yes.
Let us not speak of this.
Let us, in fact, celebrate (?) the fact that I am actually once again reviewing a film in my own peculiar way 🙂
This was a personal favorite of mine as a kid.
Mel Brooks made a very fine film.
It hangs together nicely.
And the trio of actresses (Madeline Kahn, Teri Garr, and Cloris Leachman) who festoon this production bring a real joy of variety to the whole affair.
But the real star, besides the amazing Gene Wilder, is Marty Feldman.
Which brings us to Jimmy Savile.
Let me be clear: Marty Feldman, for all I know, was just a damned funny comedian.
But he bears a striking resemblance to the infamous Savile.
And thus we must talk about what needs talking about.
Savile was a British eccentric.
[one who gave eccentricity an extremely bad name]
His Wikipedia page lists the following as his métiers:
DJ
television personality
radio personality
dance hall manager
But he will sadly be remembered mainly as a sexual predator who preyed (it seems) primarily on those in hospitals and psychiatric institutions to which he had access as part of his celebrity and “charity fundraising”.
He may have raped children (and elderly) in as many as 28 National Health Service hospitals in the U.K.
Said Jeremy Hunt, U.K. Secretary of State for Health in 2014:
“Savile was a callous, opportunistic, wicked predator who abused and raped individuals, many of them patients and young people, who expected and had a right to expect to be safe. His actions span five decades — from the 1960s to 2010. … As a nation at that time we held Savile in our affection as a somewhat eccentric national treasure with a strong commitment to charitable causes. Today’s reports show that in reality he was a sickening and prolific sexual abuser who repeatedly exploited the trust of a nation for his own vile purposes.”
So I should just go back to reviewing Young Frankenstein, right?
Or should I wonder why John Cusack has blocked me and thousands of Trump supporters on Twitter?
Or why Kevin Spacey seems to have blocked a very large number of people on Twitter who have (at one time or another) talked about “pizzagate” or “pedogate”?
Or should we talk of Cardinal George Pell?
This week has been a bad week for Cardinal Pell 🙂
New York magazine’s article title about sums it up: “The Pope’s Pedophile?”
My friends, this young man (age 29) was apparently aroused by sexual photos of SIX-MONTH-OLD BABIES.
And I have to say it one more time: it gets worse than that.
So when you see photos of Mr. Schwartz and Hillary Clinton campaign manager Robby Mook, pay those photos no mind, right?
And when you find to what ends Mr. Mook and Mr. John Podesta (Hillary Clinton’s campaign chair) went to concoct the “Russian collusion” (or, variously, “Russian hacking”) story which the largely-liberal U.S. media swallowed whole-cloth, you might begin to wonder just what dark secrets Mr. Podesta (and Hillary Clinton, for that matter) is hiding.
“That strategy had been set within twenty-four hours of her concession speech. Mook and Podesta assembled her communications team at the Brooklyn headquarters to engineer the case that the election wasn’t entirely on the up-and-up. For a couple of hours, with Shake Shack containers littering the room, they went over the script they would pitch to the press and the public. Already, Russian hacking was the centerpiece of the argument.”
The quote comes from Jonathan Allen and Amie Parnes’s book Shattered: Inside Hillary Clinton’s Doomed Campaign.
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