Recommended if you like Spiritualized
Cobra and phases.
Emptying a sampler.
Always Flaming Lips.
A twist on bass.
The church of Michael Ivins’ hair.
He wrote this.
Bold start to Pauly Deathwish’s 5th album.
Watch for upcoming single.
Hit to death.
Tribute to Jack Johnson.
Steve Gadd slow nerve action.
Tom and Richard.
Hippies cool at CBGB.
Are you experienced?
Paul Simon never sounded this tough.
Always too cool.
But the lyrics give him a run.
Another COVID album.
McAfee didn’t uninstall himself.
A dentist chair in Florida.
Soros’s scumbag Rubin.
Forgot a fuck.
Not for kids.
Not safe for work.
John Paul Jones keys.
Frustration key of E.
The pitched song.
Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
Remember this connection.
Hal Blaine on Harvest.
Trying to make it pay.
Hotel to Tango.
Stopped in Oklahoma.
Back when concerts were played in Austins.
Tonight’s the night.
Neil in Ontario.
A Canadian pastiche.
The only artist to review his own albums.
Because, you know, fuck it!
9/11 will come out.
Everything building to a head.
First Zeppelin album.
Black mountain side.
Jimmy’s eyes glowing magenta.
They tell me he’s evil.
But you gotta know the story of the blues.
I tried to sell my soul to the Devil.
But I am saved by the blood of Jesus Christ.
Jesus protected me.
Satan wasn’t buying.
Down in the basement of the Gunter Hotel.
I tried to sell my soul for the world.
But God didn’t let it happen.
Thinking it was bad enough.
Only through Jesus am I saved.
The worst among sinners.
Trying to gain the whole world.
Willing to forfeit my soul.
God is good.
And I can out-produce Jimmy Page.
Because God is my guide.
I have a dirty mouth.
Go and sin no more.
We’re in a fucking war.
We gotta put Jesus first.
On the battlefield.
Out greatest stealth.
I don’t know how to make copies.
And my black neighbors don’t know how to use the internet.
Joe Biden can get fucked.
But me, I like women with big tits.
Alex Jones quote.
I don’t wanna be a part of this sick cult.
We need God on the battlefield.
Mercy is waiting even for Jimmy Page.
Turn from the evil ways.
Recognize King Jesus.
The sky is crying.
Second jazz tune.
Straight off blues.
The Monk solo.
Dissonant as a motherfucker.
Is a joke?
Watch for first cover.
Straight into a QAnon song.
Flynn, in fact, did not go to jail.
Bob Marley gets all conspiratorial.
Obama gets arrested at his own birthday party.
Strzok blocked on Twitter.
A bunch of cunts?
Not Seth Keshel.
The real deal.
Will the FBI be shut down?
Department of Justice is the very heart of the Deep State.
Rosenstein is linchpin.
Bill Barr was miss.
Cymbals Eat Guitars.
Each given a chance.
Music like this hasn’t been made in 30 years.
Bowie would be proud.
The debris from the Nirvana signing.
The truly good bands.
Some Boo Radleys here.
Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci.
Black (Oak) Ark.
A disgusting record collection.
Lovingly preserved in filth.
Vinyl still good.
Cop shoot cop.
Strong statement against Antifa.
This guy is bold.
Dylan tongue cheek.
Only person to listen to this.
Give the anarchist a cigarette.
This is a fucked up record.
Calling David Lynch.
Gonna be hard for the Left to write off this guy.
This dude troublemaker.
Trail of dead.
We know you, but do you know us?
Deep Pieczenik research.
And the beloved NSA.
More accurately: CYBERCOM.
Not yet split?
Nakasone double duty?
Who could bring down?
Two QAnon songs in a row.
Macca bass line.
Welcome to the revolution.
The jazz and blues build up into rock and roll.
Fort Meade on repeat.
Cheyenne Mountain Alerts.
Air Force Cyber.
Rhythm of the saints.
Tettix Wave Accumulator?
Berry Gordy trippin’ balls.
A Lisbeth Salander ballad.
FBI + CIA.
But serves to delineate.
Interior and exterior.
Smarter than Strzok and Page.
Too fucked up to catch Velvets.
I hear you.
It’s a bitch.
Thom Yorke knob twiddler.
Eno in Roxy.
The big sleep date.
Noir and chill.
The harder they fall.
Shoot the piano player.
We are here in San Antonio.
We are making the best of it.
Eating ZZ Top nachos.
Beer drinkers and hell raisers.
A real jalapeno.
Australia to steam like teapot.
Comes with new iPhone.
An anthem like U2 ain’t written for a bit.
This is Dublin territory.
Sexy God believers.
And Jack Nitzsche.
But Bono can sing opera.
A good dude.
Needs to drop the carbon bullshit.
Global warming is giant fucking hoax.
Just like COVID.
The Edge knows.
Grow some balls.
Stop kissing the Pope’s ass.
This commie Pope is a fucker.
Pauly can play guitar!
Album builds up to last song.
Even last song builds up.
That glow in The World’s End.
But a sadness.
My Bloody Valentine.
Sloshy grunge hats.
I Am the Cosmos.
Yerself Is Steam.
The disappearance of Madeleine McCann.
You don’t know how it feels.
I can only give you everything.
Black magic warded off by honesty.
Serge on the way.
Lenny Bruce, even.
Hit to Death in the Future Head.
Wait at least until track three to break it down.
Southern Harmony and Musical Companion.
The confusion of ridiculous counterpoint.
Tonal, yet dissonant.
Thick Billy Corgan.
Definitely a sadness here.
All you need is hate.
The Inflated Tear.
Columbus, Ohio with duct tape.
Posing with a bass clarinet.
Did I ever write one?
Yes, I did.
Or is it contrabassoon?
Nadia Boulanger can tell you.
My teacher’s teacher (twice over).
The Left Banke.
Transient Random-Noise Bursts with Announcements.
A little lo-fi.
Changes that pull at your heartstrings.
A fucking marimba solo?!?
Are you kidding me???
Pauly Deathwish collaboration with Gordon Gano of Violent Femmes.
Lost Bayou Ramblers.
Gordon knew him as Death.
I have become death.
Tim Gane tone.
Back to J. Spaceman.
Dirty ass rock and roll with pristine horns.
Is this the artist we’ve been waiting for?
R. Stevie Moore?
Sounds like Jack Nitzsche.
Major Velvet vibes.
Dylan with P-bass.
Too much attitude.
Let it Come Down.
Fucker kicked the bucket.
First to be vaxxed.
First Suicide album.
The Soft Bulletin.
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space.
Gimme some lovin’?
La Monte Young.
First rehearsal tapes.
New York City heroin.
Warhol Factory torn down.
Across from YMCA.
Great throwaway lyrics.
Sound of universe.
Direct into mixing console.
Blood pressure rising.
I think I’m in love.
Will the circle remain unbroken?
When I had dinner with Roky.
First Velvets album.
But you gotta buy it.
Cop shoot cop.
On the jukebox.
Eat at the gas station.
First time in Texas.
It’s definitely Bowie.
Old is new again.
A fuck ton of flutes.
Flute loops literally.
Little fluffy clouds.
Gay glam chorus.
Boys peel out.
Gives me pants.
A Shot in the Dark.
Under the Western Freeway.
With Sean Mackowiak.
Comes back loud.
One song mastered soft.
The main influence of Pauly Deathwish’s debut album.
Chariots of fire.
Such a groove.
By the side of a freeway.
Under an underpass.
Not like RHCP.
How did a Trump supporter make this album?!?
I thought all Trump supporters were redneck morons???
This is way fucking better than Ariel Pink’s dabblings.
This sounds like a debut album.
Songs saved up.
Like The Strokes.
Cinematic as fuck.
Trail of Dead.
Because Pauly wrote the string arrangement on IX.
Snot on the crowd.
Lost Bayou Ramblers lost sessions.
This was all made on an iPhone?!?
Major 7ths in uppermost range of piano.
Almost indistinguishable from octaves.
Only for the sensuous ear.
Waters delayed bass.
No nonsense drums.
Humble Pie reference?!?
Predating new Bob Dylan album.
Check SoundCloud timestamp.
This is definitely the QAnon anthem.
This hook should be on a million conspiracy videos.
“10 Days of Darkness”.
Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya!
My end is my beginning is my end.
Great debut album (if I do say so myself).
It turns out some of the greatest patriots in the United States of America are still to be found in the northeast.
They may be few and far between, but they are powerful.
Donald Trump of Queens, New York.
Rudy Giuliani of New York City.
And now Michael van der Veen of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
You’ve heard of a “mic drop”.
And this is literally that (if not a “mic throw” [with a lavalier microphone, no less]).
But that’s not the important part.
It was a punctuation of disgust.
But what is important here is that “reality has erupted within the spectacle” (to paraphrase Guy Debord).
This is as close as many people are ever going to get to seeing Peter Finch in Network shout, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!!!”.
And this is as close to a real-world example of that famous filmic moment that any of us have probably ever seen.
Lana Zak has the condescending fake kindness of Jen Psaki and all the charm of a 1980s android prototype.
Kamala Harris is fake as fuck.
Lana Zak is fake as fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
She has to sound disappointed.
And no doubt, she IS disappointed.
That Trump was acquitted.
She has to speak in somber tones.
Because there is only one side to every story.
And she has a role to play in holding up that one side.
From the University of Iowa to Harvard–from ABC to CBS, Lana Zak has proven that she can be trusted (to let absolutely no news leak through the fortified establishment filter).
After many years, she has been rewarded with an anchorship.
She has to sound excited and inspired that seven Republicans in the Senate voted to convict Trump.
This is very hopeful to her.
Her voice rises…as if imagining a future where all dissent will be squashed and her point of view (which just happens to align perfectly with the establishment point of view) is the only view allowed at all…ever…at all times…in all places.
But in the meantime, she is indulging in gross agenda setting:
She calls the “assault” on the Capitol “deadly”.
Is she referring to Brian Sicknick?
Or Ashli Babbitt?
Or the two Capitol Police officers who committed suicide (were suicided?) after the incursion?
Indeed, Brian Sicknick died after the incursion as well (and not, as the above link points out, in the way which most media have described).
Therefore, the “deadly” “assault” on the Capitol, then, was merely deadly for one side: the side which broke into the Capitol.
Ashli Babbitt was unarmed.
She was shot in the head by a still-to-be-named Capitol Police officer.
She died minutes later.
I am willing to bet that Lana Zak has never said the words, “Ashli Babbitt” on air.
And I’m equally willing to bet that she has said the words “Brian Sicknick” quite a few times on the air.
Yes, there were other “medical emergencies” at the scene.
But all on the side of the protestors.
A Trump supporter had a heart attack when a stun grenade went off near him.
But you won’t hear much about that.
And you won’t hear anyone #SayHerName in regards to unarmed victim of excessive police force Ashli Babbitt.
You won’t even hear about how she was a 14-year veteran of the U.S. Air Force.
You won’t hear about how she did three tours of duty in Iraq/Afghanistan only to be gunned down, unarmed, in her own Capitol Building.
You won’t hear #HandsUpDontShoot in regards to her.
You will only hear about Brian Sicknick and how he was bludgeoned by a fire extinguisher.
Except he wasn’t.
There is no proof of that.
The New York Times has had to retract that claim.
Every other news outlet ran with it as well.
Except that it appears to be untrue.
It is not supported by ANYTHING.
No video evidence.
No medical evidence.
The worst part is, that is probably the least strange thing about Brian Sicknick’s death.
Again, read it here:
So it should come as little surprise that Michael van der Veen is mad as hell.
The people who stole the election in his city and state (Philadelphia/Pennsylvania) have spray-painted “traitor” on his front driveway in red along with arrows pointing at his house.
All for upholding the due process rights of Donald Trump.
But the very first link in this article, indeed the whole reason for this article, is that no one has so succinctly voiced the disgust that (let’s say) 78 million Trump voters (McInerney numbers) have felt and are still feeling.
We hear about the coup in Myanmar, but how many of you know that Biden and the National Guard are planning on being in D.C. continuously until March 2022?
That news was released today.
I’m not going to do all your work for you.
Don’t believe me?
Have no vested interest?
Not my problem.
The global media is non-critically reporting (amplifying) that protestors in Myanmar have the moral high ground.
The same media that told us Trump’s claims of election fraud were “baseless” (thanks, CIA) is taking that same show on the road.
All claims of election fraud in Myanmar (the official reason for the coup) are also “baseless”, we are told.
When the media is slightly less sloppy, they use the word “unfounded”.
But it’s not sloppiness.
It’s signalling [sic]:
If you know the true facts, you know that Twitter suspended Trump IMMEDIATELY AFTER he posted a video urging calm during the #Jan6 events.
Again, Twitter PREVENTED the sitting U.S. President from getting out a message to CALM HIS FOLLOWERS DOWN.
They did this by disabling the ability of the tweet to be shared.
President calls for peace.
Twitter stifles message.
You do the math.
But Twitter’s not on trial.
Twitter pays no price (other than a billion+ in market cap.).
Jack Dorsey pays no price.
He can go on reading The Satanic Verses and twiddling his beard and tweeting about pasta:
Vijaya Gadde pays no price.
The House impeachment managers are bad “lawyers”.
Jamie Raskin has a J.D. from Harvard.
Will he be held accountable for the manipulated evidence presented at the impeachment trial?
Joaquin Castro has a J.D. from Harvard.
Will he be held accountable for the manipulated evidence presented at the impeachment trial?
David Cicilline has a J.D. from Georgetown.
Will he be held accountable for the manipulated evidence presented at the impeachment trial?
Madeleine Dean has a J.D. from Wiedner University.
Will she be held accountable for the manipulated evidence?
Diana DeGette has a J.D. from NYU.
Will she be held accountable for the manipulated evidence?
Ted Lieu has a J.D. from Georgetown.
Will he be held accountable?
Joe Neguse has a J.D. from the University of Colorado.
Will he be held accountable?
Stacey Plaskett has a J.D. from American University Washington College of Law.
What about her?
Eric Swallwell has a J.D. from University of Maryland, likely slept with a suspected Chinese spy for four years, and is still on the House Intelligence and Homeland Security Committees.
I won’t even bother asking again.
“The prosecutors in this case doctored evidence.”
“I’m not surprised to hear a politician say anything at all.”
Michael van der Veen: citizen.
Listen to the world “all”.
Peg and awl.
E pluribus unum.
“What happened at the Capitol on January 6th was absolutely horrific, but what happened at the Capitol during this trial was, uh, not too far away from that.”
“The prosecutors in this case doctored evidence.”
“The American people should not be putting up with this. They need to look at who, uh, who these House managers were, uh, and look to see whether these are the folks they want representing them.”
Here’s where Lana Zak goes into full-on #SuppressionNews mode.
She HAS to SHUT DOWN Michael van der Veen.
She talks to her viewers like they are children.
And indeed, anyone relying upon Lana Zak and CBS News for anything resembling the truth are mental midgets.
“TO BE CLEAR FOR OUR VIEWERS…”
“TO BE CLEAR FOR OUR VIEWERS…”
[don’t listen to what this man is saying]
“I want to be CLEAR…FOR OUR VIEWERS…”
“The media has to start telling the right story in this country. The media is trying to divide this country. You are bloodthirsty for ratings and, as such, you are asking questions now that are…already set up with a fact pattern [#AgendaSettingTheory ]. I can’t believe you would ask me a question indicating that it’s alright just to doctor a little bit of evidence.”
“And the media should be looking at that at a square, straight way. A straight way! When I watch the news, I watch one station and it’s raining. I watch another station at the same time and it’s sunny. Your coverage is SO SLANTED…it’s gotta stop! You guys gotta stop…and start reporting more like PBS does…rather than…uh uh uh uh uh…TV news show that doesn’t have any journalistic integrity at all. What I’m telling you is that they doctored evidence…and I believe your question says, ‘well, it’s only a Twitter check and, uh, changing a date of a year here.’ They switch the date of a Twitter A YEAR to try to connect it to this case. That’s not a small thing, ma’am. The other thing they did is they put a check mark on something to to try and make it look like it was a validated account when it wasn’t. And when they were caught, they didn’t say anything about it. They didn’t even try to come up with an excuse about it. And that’s not the way our prosecutors OR our government officials should be conducting themselves.”
At this point I lost power and was freezing my ass off for the past few hours.
I wrote a really great ending to this piece, but it’s gone.
I’m gonna go ahead and publish this before the power goes off again.
Two days later (after 33-straight hours without electricity or heat) I am adding tags to this.
This is potentially the most important media event in the history of the United States of America.
Let’s use Google (please, no laughing yet…) to determine how “top” news organizations are covering a mass criminal conspiracy (if proven) which involved installing a losing candidate (Joe Biden) in the place of the candidate who actually won (Donald Trump).
That would be a big story, if true, right?
Let’s do a quick survey.
Because it’s the job of the news media to parse the one-hour-and-thirty-minute event and give American citizens an overview of its salient points.
Google search result for “giuliani press conference” videos page 1 (let’s presume a person might want to watch the whole thing for themselves):
–Result 1. Located on YouTube (owned, like Google, by Alphabet Inc. [how convenient]). Nine minutes. Key term: “hair dye”. Content: Jimmy Fallon
–Result 2. CNN. Two minutes and 42 seconds. Key term: “baseless claims”. Hey, CNN: do you treat all affidavits with such blanket dismissal?
–Result 3: Located on YouTube (part of Google conglomerate Alphabet Inc). Thirteen minutes and 51 seconds. Key term: “insane”. Content: Seth Meyers.
Let’s pause a moment.
Are we to assume that Google is impartially allowing the “most popular” results to rise to the top of their search here? We are presented with 2-out-of-3 results which directly benefit the search engine’s holding company (Alphabet) by way of a subsidiary (YouTube).
Sure, people like a good laugh.
But are comedy monologues usually the most popular when something as serious as a national criminal conspiracy comes to light?
To make fun of Rudy’s running hair dye is an ad hominem attack. Sure, it’s in good fun, right? But did Jimmy Fallon make fun of the room full of press who followed Rudy’s impassioned feat of logic with inane non sequiturs? I doubt it.
To characterize Rudy’s press conference as “insane” is to characterize Rudy himself as “insane”. This is, again, an ad hom attack which conveniently avoids addressing the event on any intellectual merit whatsoever.
Then, strangely, we have “news” wedged in between these two self-dealing redirects by Google. News in the form of CNN. What we appear to find is that, either A: CNN is the most popular news network in the USA (not true based on television ratings, financial solvency, etc.), or B: Google is pushing the views of a not-widely-popular network as being WILDLY-POPULAR.
Well, at least we can hope the title of said news coverage retains the appearance of impartiality.
CNN’s video is titled, “Rudy Giuliani spouts baseless claims at news conference.”
That’s all we need to know, right?
Might as well not even watch it.
…the hour-and-a-half version, much less the 2′(!)42″ version.
CNN is really providing a service here.
They are thinking FOR US.
The video is just complementary.
The title says all you need to know.
There is no subtle shading.
It is black and white.
To CNN (at least), it is clear that Rudy Giuliani’s sworn affidavits are “baseless claims”.
How, I wonder, did CNN come to this conclusion?
Are they able to, point by point, refute each affidavit in a mere two minutes and 42 seconds?
Perhaps an auctioneer delivers the story using logic of which Bertrand Russell would even be proud?
But I doubt it.
And I won’t waste my time being burned again by CNN.
CNN is worse that the village idiot.
Because CNN is not unaware of what it is doing.
–Result 4: Ohhh…The Guardian. U.K. The king’s English. They talk in that proper, fastidious accent. Surely they will be measured and retrospect in their approach. Forty-three seconds. Key terms: “sweaty”, “hair malfunction”, “bizarre”. Right. As has been said recently, your opinion stopped mattering to us in 1776.
–Result 5: People magazine. One hour, 48 minutes, and 39 seconds (no less). Sounds promising. Key terms: “hair dye” and “sweat”. The title is already telling me what to think. It’s already telling me what to focus on. I don’t like that.
–Result 6: Newsweek. A whole whopping 26 SECONDS! Video title: “Tucker Carlson defends Rudy Giuliani”. God forbid…
–Result 7: Located on YouTube [where’s Teddy Roosevelt when you need him?]. The Young Turks. Eight minutes and 45 seconds. Key term: “literally melting down”. Again, ad hominem attack to cast aspersion on the facts presented.
Hey. Rudy is old. Lights can be hot. Lawyers have dropped off his team because THEIR LIVES HAVE BEEN THREATENED. Oh, and there’s this little thing called WORK. Work generates HEAT. A heated human body naturally SWEATS to cool itself down. When’s the last time you saw a “journalist” sweat?
Result 8: Sky News Australia. Surely the Aussies will offer a different take in their one minute 46 second video. Key term: “hair dye sweat”. Ok, maybe not.
Result 9: CNN. Again!!! Wow…they must really be popular. Let me guess: they give Rudy a fair shake here and, therefore, the video is lower rated by Google (and, you know, “we the people” who utilize this fair and balanced search engine)? Again, with CNN, the title says it all (no need even watching [apparently]): “CNN reporter debunks Giuliani’s dangerous and false claims.” Wow. So Pamela Brown (whoever the fuck that is) takes just four minutes (!) to refute an hour-and-a-half press conference from extremely literate speakers (not limited to Giuliani, but including lucid delineation by Sidney Powell and Jenna Ellis).
So, let me get this straight: is the whole world (and particularly the United States [whose election has just been stolen by criminal conspiracy]) just a bunch of fart-joke-laughing middle schoolers who gleaned nothing from this masterpiece of oratory other than from the 10 minutes (out of NINETY MINUTES) where Rudy’s hair dye ran down the sides of his face?
I get it. Funny. Ha ha. That’s right. Let’s just discount the whole thing. Let’s discount “America’s Mayor” who saw us through the dark days of 9/11/01. Let’s just take a big dump on him. Let’s kick this prostate cancer survivor in the nuts because, God forbid, he uses hair dye. And, GOD FORBID, he sweats when he works.
For this audience:
a Rudy Giuliani fart is more literate–more articulate than a Joe Biden State of the Union address could ever be (God forbid the later actually happens).
Result 10: Located on YouTube [$]. Bloomberg. One hour, 48 minutes, and 39 seconds. Hmmm…same exact feed as People? Wow. That said, it’s the only result on page one which seems to even attempt taking Rudy as seriously as CNN takes the Green New Deal.
If you’re not much on videos, then read. This seems to be a fairly accurate transcript (though I have just browsed the top portion [after having watched the entire press conference]).
I believe the three people who spoke (Rudy Giuliani, Sidney Powell, and Jenna Ellis) will go down in American history as heroes for what they did today. And so will those working in the shadows (like Joe diGenova and Victoria Toensing).
This is the most epic break in the matrix (or Debord’s “spectacle”, whichever you prefer) in modern American history. It will be remembered that it all started here.
This has been planned for a long time.
The red hat.
The chess piece is the watermark.
Think it can’t happen?
Think ABSCAM times a million.
Every ballot watermarked with QFS blockchain encryption code.
Yes, it appears (from the testimony provided in the link above) that secret anti-fraud measures were put in place for this year’s election.
Trump has pulled back and is allowing the thoroughly-corrupt Democrats (who represent the globalists) and their pusillanimous media minions (99% of American mass media) to make fools of themselves.
It was a trap.
Sun Tzu, motherfuckers!
DHS (who will likely soon replace the FBI it its entirety) was in charge of printing ballots.
Non-radioactive isotope watermarks.
National guard called up in 12 states.
Washington [+D.C.?], Delaware, Texas, Arizona, Alabama…
The implication here is that the military will be used as law enforcement in some way.
That is how I’m reading it (by watching the above video).
In 2016 it was Hillary (and family).
Now it is the corrupt Biden family.
Q: “Are arrests coming down the road?”
A: “Yes. They’re coming…not just down the road. They are being implemented.”
“People will be arrested as of tonight, tomorrow, and it will go on for quite awhile.”
“This is the biggest sting operation in our country…probably that we’ve ever had.”
Some sort of RFID (?) on the ballots for cyber tracking?
Some sort of radiation signature?
Enter the NSA.
Not exactly located in D.C. (as this movie would have you believe), but rather at Fort Meade in Maryland.
Firefall sounds (phonetically) like Skyfall (and, in substance, like The Hammer/Scorecare).
What happens when NSA tools escape?
Assange revealed some stuff in the Vault 7 drop.
For which the password was a riddle:
Ahhh, the good old days of Vault 7 (leading up to the 2016 election).
SÄPO (Swedish FBI) again show themselves to be corrupt (and inept).
[like the former leaders of the American FBI…Comey, McCabe, Strzok…]
Certain elements are trite (like the half-hearted, passing device of framing Salander for shooting Balder).
Double-cross the double-cross.
Or as Guy Debord wrote, “deceit deceives itself”.
Seeing through walls.
Tapping into “security” system.
Makes you sitting ducks.
Two technologies fused to create a sort of video game.
The mother of invention.
The absurdity of evil.
Beyond banality is the end scenario.
Claire Foy is pretty damned good here.
So is LaKeith Stanfield.
Christopher Convery does a very fine job.
Cameron Britton makes a good Plague.
Quite a fine film from Fede Álvarez.
Even some very nice musical scoring from Roque Baños.
So get your popcorn ready.
The world is fucked up.
This is probably the craziest year most of us have ever lived through.
When has the world, in its entirety, faced such chaos in recent memory?
9/11 brought us terror on a horrific, spectacular* level.
Guy Debord predicted this in 1967 with his seminal book La société du spectacle.
No, he did not pull a Nostradamus (who happens to share my birthday).
He did not predict the three towers (including the 47-story WTC7) falling into their own footprints.
But he predicted something much more useful, or at least applicable, to our present times.
The “locus of illusion” that Debord talked about remains (though it be besieged on all sides) television.
For our purposes, we shall call it “video”.
Debord also predicted our current age of social-media dominance.
Though he could not name it then, he described it perfectly as, “a social relationship between people…mediated by images.”
What does the word “Facebook” evoke when you hear it?
Does it sound a bit like a dating site?
What role do memes (manipulated images) play in our social discourse?
“The spectacle”, Debord told us, “…turns reality on its head.”
How much of what you hear “on the news” (whether that be television, radio, Internet, social media) do you trust?
Because you are smart, dear reader, you consider the source.
And so do I.
Debord wanted to say something about fakes.
The epigrammatic beginning to the first chapter of The Society of the Spectacle gets right to this point.
It was the philosopher Feuerbach who said that in, “…the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, the appearance to essence…illusion only is sacred, truth profane.”
Ludwig Feuerbach wrote those words in the 1800s.
But the Irish rock band U2 would come to a similar epiphany in their song “Even Better Than the Real Thing”.
Debord wanted to talk about fake-ness.
But he also wanted to qualify his description of “the spectacle”.
For Debord, “reality erupts within the spectacle, and the spectacle is real”.
To translate (from French to English to philosophy to layman’s terms), there are some aspects of our image-driven information culture that are real (though a good deal of fake news exists). But owing to the lack of a competing narrative to the overwhelming chorus of voices in agreement (corporate news), “the spectacle” (whatever the talking heads tell you) is, de facto, real. Never mind that it might all be rubbish. The sheer repetition of certain truths–day after day, hour after hour (from all the many “options” [ABC, CBS, NBC, New York Times, Washington Post])–renders those “truths” the currency of “factual” discourse. Without an independent, competing narrative from alternative news sources (which currently lack the scale and reach to pose a symmetric threat to “legacy media”), whatever the aforementioned “usual suspects” (ABCBSNBC…) tell you is TRUE becomes “truth” the moment they report it. The national news coverage of American current events is indistinguishable whether one has ABC, CBS, or NBC dialed up on the tele.
But the times, they are a-changin’.
Donald Trump’s 3+ years in office have been “a moment of falsehood”, which is to say, truth.
As Debord wrote, “In a world that really has been turned on its head, truth is a moment of falsehood.”
Debord seemed to be describing the “legacy media” when he wrote of an entity “out of reach and beyond all dispute”.
Of particular concern in this current situation (which already existed in Debord’s day) is the role that vision plays in our mediated understanding of the world.
As Debord wrote, “…it is inevitable that it should elevate the human sense of sight to the special place once occupied by touch…”.
He goes on to describe “sight” as, “…the most abstract of the senses, and the most easily deceived…”.
Think about a painting by Monet.
What are you seeing?
You are seeing the work of someone [Monet] whose eyesight was impaired. Literally. But though it be impaired, he still painted wonderful, huge canvases which EVOKED the atmosphere of a pond with waterlilies.
You are seeing blurry images.
Your brain has to fill in the details.
You are not seeing a high-definition photograph.
Furthermore, you are seeing oil paints which have been applied to a cloth canvas.
You are seeing a depiction.
This takes us all the way back to Plato’s “cave”, but I digress…
What happens when the big three TV networks in the U.S. get something wrong?
What about the New York Times and Washington Post (to just name the two most widely-distributed offenders)?
Do any of these entities make a concerted, SINCERE effort arising from true integrity to correct their previous, faulty coverage on events?
Debord could answer before the question was asked…because he knew the nature of these organizations (even in his native France).
He wrote, “The spectacle is by definition immune from human activity, inaccessible to any projected review or correction. It is the opposite of dialogue.”
Social media changed this briefly.
But now, Twitter is acting like the generalissimo of a banana republic by banning accounts which “promote” the “conspiracy theory” known as QAnon.
This is just one example–from one social media platform–where the fleeting dialogue which threatened (?) “the spectacle” has been shut down.
Google, working closely with the communist Chinese government, is all too happy to facilitate similar totalitarian censorship in China…all for a buck (or yuan).
So let’s talk about vision/sight for a moment.
Did George Floyd die under the knee of Derek Chauvin?
All of the “usual suspects” (ABCBSNBC) tell me he did.
And there’s video!
Video never lies, does it?
I mean…movies are all true, right?
Is the video that Darnella Frazier ostensibly shot on her cell phone “documentary” footage?
It may be more than one thing.
It is possible to honestly document fake-ness (without knowing you are filming a pageant).
Have you ever seen an actress cry on command?
It is quite an astounding thing.
I have a friend who is a major motion-picture actress.
She once burst out in tears…right next to me.
I started to offer my condolences.
I was generally concerned.
I almost started crying.
Then she abruptly jumped out of character with a smile…to let me know she was just pranking me.
It was VERY convincing.
She had never done that to me before.
It was novel.
I had no experience against which to measure her crying fit.
I thought of her as a friend first and as an actress second.
I forgot, temporarily, that she was unequivocally a professional faker.
But Guy Debord saw more to “the spectacle” than just a stream of fake-ness.
Debord seemed to also sense an approaching hour when human relations would become totally stifled.
To hear Debord tell it, “Separation is the alpha and omega of the spectacle.”
Both its goal and its essence.
While mass media seems to bring us together (shared touchstones, talismans…), in actuality, it separates us more from one another.
We are always obliged to mention what “the news” says about a certain topic.
It is rare (almost impossible) that two people have a conversation where they each give their opinion of a recent event and “the spectacle” (a mass, homogenized media) is not invoked (in deferential terms) at some stage as a reference point.
Debord describes the “weapons of that system” as ranging “from cars to television”: all meant to “reinforce the isolation of ‘the lonely crowd'”.
But Guy Debord was not merely taking aim at television and mass media. He saw further. He seems to have, though writing in 1967, seen the inevitably of the Internet.
As he describes it, “The spectacle is a map of this new world–a map drawn to the scale of the territory itself.”
While this is indeed a reference to a story by Borges (the world=the map), Debord’s insight in applying this to mass communication and information dissemination is extraordinarily prescient.
Guy Debord, it must be said, was not without fault.
Most importantly, he was an avowed Marxist.
So his perspicacity ended where mass media stops and economics begins.
Which brings us to the film Anchorman…
Will Ferrell is awkward here.
And gloriously so!
We get gender division.
As today we continue to get race divisions.
Who is driving this?
The British were quite good at “divide and conquer”.
In the Indian subcontinent, Hindus and Muslims had lived relatively peaceably together…until the British decided to stoke this latent division for cynical ends.
“If the Hindus and Muslims are fighting each other, they can’t pose a unitary threat to us.”
That is what I can imagine British military strategists saying at the time when India was under their occupation.
And it worked.
It was brilliant.
Evil, but brilliant.
Ask yourself a question: who benefits (cui bono) from blacks and whites and Hispanics and Asians and police and civilians in America being divided and at each other’s throats?
What series of events led to the isolation (frustration) needed to create the current powder keg that went up in smoke with the George Floyd event?
Ron Burgundy will read anything that is put in front of him on a Tele-Promp-Ter.
…as evidenced by his most unfortunate sign-off, “Go fuck yourself, San Diego!”
Which brings us to Joe Biden.
FDR managed to keep it a secret that he was stricken with polio.
He was carted around in a wheelchair during his Presidency.
He had the Resolute desk in the Oval Office modified so that a panel on the front obscured the prying eyes of news cameras.
You could not see his legs fastened to his wheelchair.
And the press obliged.
They loved FDR.
Good old liberal, Democrat FDR.
Elected to the Presidency FOUR times (an American record).
In the White House for over 12 (!) years.
Our Constitution was amended to make this impossible from there on out.
Now the limit is eight years (two terms).
All that notwithstanding, FDR never lost his mental faculties to any significant degree.
He had a physical disability which prevented him from ambulating fully.
Joe Biden can walk fairly well.
Sadly, there is no desk panel that can hide his mental deterioration.
It is there. It will be there. And it will get worse.
Which makes Joe Biden a FAR MORE RIDICULOUS candidate than Donald Trump.
And again, “the spectacle” is running defense for Biden.
Tossing softball questions (if any at all).
The best thing that vicious, Marxist Democrats in the United States can come up with is a dud missile named Joe Biden.
He is harmless (to extend the missile metaphor), and in that he is very harmful.
He is, as regards the responsibilities of the Chief of the Executive Branch, useless.
Which gives us just one more example of how fakes are being foisted upon us.
Never has there been such a poor candidate for the American Presidency as Joe Biden.
It is becoming apparent to all that, if elected, he would not run his own government.
What a sham!
Why didn’t the Democrats have the foresight to nominate Cory Booker or Kamala Harris?
It couldn’t be because they are RACIST, could it?
Remember, Donald Trump is such a horrible misogynist.
How was it that the Democrats failed to nominate Elizabeth Warren or Amy Klobuchar?
Democrats REALLY care about Latinos in the U.S.
That’s why they failed to nominate a guy named Castro.
Democrats are so diverse!
That’s why they passed on nominating a guy named Yang.
And what did the Democrats end up with?
A halfwit, old, white man named Joe Biden.
Halfwit is really too kind a descriptor here.
The mobs wanted Ron Burgundy’s head.
Because he told them to “go fuck themselves”.
But it was a false-flag.
Did Ron Burgundy write the line, “Go fuck yourself, San Diego!” on the Tele-Promp-Ter?
Veronica Corningstone did.
Did the truth about who REALLY wrote it come out?
Not even from a news organization.
Burgundy was summarily fired and his life went to shit.
He ended up wandering the streets like a cross between fat Jim Morrison (Val Kilmer-influenced) and Brian Wilson.
Bathrobe and cheeseburgers.
Drinking milk in the…hot sun!
But what goes around comes around.
Ms. Corningstone is pushed into a bear pit at the zoo.
An unenviable position, that.
And it takes a little dog to diffuse the situation.
A mob of bears.
A proud species.
Wronged by this intrusion into their hibernation.
But Baxter, the little dog, has a message.
“These are not the droids you are looking for.”
The bears consider the source.
They will not take Ron Burgundy’s word for it.
They will not take Veronica Corningstone’s word for it.
But they will listen to a fellow creature from the animal kingdom.
“I know your cousin,” Baxter says (and I paraphrase).
Baxter’s message rings true.
The bears reconsider.
They are able to retreat gracefully.
Baxter has just acted as crisis negotiator.
A feel-good movie ends with former enemies expressing respect for one another.
Not total reconciliation.
But a cessation of the mad chaos.
Brick Tamland (played brilliantly by Steve Carell) ends up (we are told) becoming a “top political advisor” to the Bush administration.
Hollywood could not help taking a pot shot at a Republican President (even in a light-hearted comedy [and even though the bastard Bush deserved it]).
Because Bush was a (shitty) Republican (and a war criminal).
But for the eight years of Obama’s Presidency (and the eight years of Bill Clinton’s Presidency), you never saw Hollywood comment (on film) about the merits of these two Democrats.
Because the Democrat Party is inseparable from the mass media in the United States.
So let me ask you one final question:
do you think you are getting the truth about President Trump, coronavirus, George Floyd, or anything else from this tight-knit cabal of fakers?
William J. Clinton Foundation.
It’s all about politics.
Things you shouldn’t be doing.
A feminine touch.
Alone on the football field.
“Obviously…you’ve never been a 13-year-old girl.”
Isolated and depressed.
Start with ex-CIA.
John Brennan is key.
China is key.
- Biological warfare.
- Economic warfare.
- Psychological warfare.
- Divide and conquer.
- “Second wave”.
This is psychological warfare.
Playing them over the phone.
Communicating through curated songs.
KISS in the garbage can.
Triple suicide on the Left Banke.
“I’m Not in Love”.
Compare 10cc to My Bloody Valentine.
To “Armenia City in the Sky”.
The unexplainable in death.
Young girls like happy endings.
Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci.
Face like summer.
An embarrassment of riches.
James Woods will become key.
Take the oath.
Kathleen Turner from Romancing the Stone.
Olives and tequila.
Burning bricks of marijuana to keep warm.
Kirsten Dunst is Marilyn Monroe for this era.
In the moonlight.
Trip Fontaine cops all of his moves from Val Kilmer’s Jim Morrison in The Doors.
Including the necklace.
Scott Glenn from The Silence of the Lambs.
Threatens to go all Exorcist.
Why did Steve Bing jump from the 27th floor?
Jumped or pushed?
Col. George H. White.
Mainly dealing with four.
What a beautiful and perfect movie!
Yes, we are back to Turkey.
But this film is very much about the passions of youthful revolution.
Is Trump a revolutionary?
Was George Washington a revolutionary?
But the strain of revolutionary verve in this film is that of communism.
I don’t hate communism.
I don’t hate anything.
But I think some things are not so good.
With communism, I mainly criticize it on an economic level.
Have I read Marx?
Not very much.
But I’ve read enough Debord to get the late-60s version of Marxism.
I would argue that Debord, one of my three favorite writers, was at his best when he was NOT talking about Marxism.
When he goes off on Marxist tangents, he loses me.
I find it boring.
And, as I’ve said, I object to it on economic grounds.
I have a college degree in music.
[which will be very important in reviewing this film]
But I have an advanced degree (above and beyond that) in business.
Am I a genius of economics? No.
But I questioned. I was skeptical. I studied Marx.
And I found the capitalist system to be the best system.
It is, by no means, perfect.
And so why, then, do I like Guy Debord?
Perhaps no one in history hated capitalism more than Guy Debord 🙂
I respect Debord because he was a brilliant social critic.
I do not agree with his economic assumptions.
I do not agree with his Marxist assumptions.
But when it comes to a critique of capitalism (which is the underpinning of globalism), no one has found the flaws like Debord.
No one has completely dismantled the matrix in which we live (the “spectacle”) quite like Debord.
And so his book The Society of the Spectacle is essential reading in my opinion.
At least the first few chapters.
As I said, Debord gets a bit bogged down in Marxism and loses his poetic divining power concomitantly.
But let’s discuss this film.
This is, by far, the best Turkish film I’ve ever seen.
Granted, I think this is only the fourth I’ve ever watched 🙂
But this is really a special movie!
Wikipedia says that it is set in a small town near Adana.
For that, I will say hi to the American soldiers at Incirlik Air Base 🙂
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for representing the United States. Thank you for your service. We love you and we pray for your safety and happiness!
It is true.
I love our American troops.
Most of my life I did not appreciate these wonderful people.
I took it for granted…
“Somebody will do that job…”
But in my older age, I respect these soldiers very much.
But let us shift back to this film.
First, let us thank the two directors: Sırrı Süreyya Önder and Muharrem Gülmez.
They have made an almost perfect movie.
Really, this film is so, so good!
But you must be warned, my dear friends: it is simple.
It you are looking for a complex, confusing film, then you will be disappointed.
Such that, you must be like a child–like a youth to appreciate the naïveté of this masterwork.
So I would say this: it’s a bit like a Turkish version of Cinema Paradiso.
Do you see what I am getting at?
It is poetic.
The mise-en-scène is a bit like what we might expect from Claude Monet (were he still alive).
It is loving.
Large swaths of color.
And, perhaps most quintessential, it is unassuming.
Down to earth.
There’s no condescension in this film.
Come as you are.
First movie you’ve ever seen?
No problem 🙂
It is that sort of loving masterpiece!
It is set in Turkey in 1982.
80s-style clothing. The Turkish version 🙂
A junta is in place. A military government. Martial law.
And one band of musicians gets rooked into being a “marching band” (of sorts).
But these are folk musicians 🙂
They don’t play brass instruments. They don’t play the sousaphone.
So it is a very steep learning curve (which sounds a lot like Charles Ives in its beginning stages) 🙂
But let’s get to the most important point.
“I fell in love with the actress/She was playing a part that I could understand”
Just two years younger than me.
She is the star of this film.
Amazing facility as an actress.
But really just a glow–a vibrance in her every gesture.
Here is someone who is glad to be alive 🙂
And it made me glad to be alive!!!
But let me tell you the other star: Cezmi Baskın!
He has no Wikipedia page in English, but he is a wiseman.
A saint of an actor.
He plays the bandleader.
And his daughter in the film is Özgü Namal.
Umut Kurt does a very good job as the young communist.
And, hence, the title of the film: The International.
The most famous of communist anthems.
Yes, dear friends, it is that melody written in 1888 by Pierre De Geyter which is the MacGuffin of this film.
The whole plot hinges on it.
Derrida would call it the brisure (if film were a text).
I will say this: the struggles in this film are very real to this day for the people of Turkey.
I would say our communist character would probably today be a member of the CHP party in Turkey: Cumhuriyet Halk Partisi.
The Republican People’s Party 🙂
Which is funny because in the U.S., the Republicans (whom I support…more or less) are conservative or “right wing”.
So, yes: the CHP is “left wing”.
But as I say, this is a very fine film.
It shows very much the love which a father can have for his daughter.
It shows the sacrifices which parents make for their children.
Parents will even die to save their children.
This is a funny movie, but it has this tone of seriousness as well.
Actually, the whole film is like a brilliant joke 🙂
It starts very serious…
But the it becomes festive and ridiculous!
Most of all, there are so many poetic camera shots of Turkish life.
Little things which we don’t see in America.
So an American can learn some of another culture.
But also, we see that people all around the world have similar worries and dreams as us.
Well, I don’t want to tell you too much.
I will just say that this is well-worth watching.
It is a bit long, but I watched it in two installments.
And the subtitles are good 🙂
Anyway, it is on Netflix streaming in the U.S. currently as Beynelmilel.
I am so glad I found this film 🙂
Here is a troubling masterpiece.
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.
And, sadly, that’s socialism.
Make everybody the same.
Take by force.
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.
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.
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!!!
This grand apologia is to introduce one of my favorite films.
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.
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”.
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.
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).
But don’t think too hard.
Because hell too is part of the divine comedy.