The silence is deafening.
And as John Lydon sang, “Anger is an energy.”
Just yesterday I was surprised to run across several articles on the pizzagate scandal.
They jarred me a bit.
Brought me back to that fever pitch of intensity from our election.
That intensity from which I had had to step away.
But there these articles were.
I couldn’t resist.
And they affected me.
And so I made a conscious choice to write about J. Edgar Hoover last night.
[more or less]
But today was a different kind of weirdness.
Today, absolutely no mention of pizzagate on my favorite news site.
And conversely, Google (which is censoring pizzagate research by way of its YouTube platform) is showing strictly fake news as part of its masterly algorithmic results.
If you Google “pizzagate”, you will get these fake news sources:
-The Washington Post (Jeff Bezos’ little pet paper…for when Amazon.com bores him)
–The New York Times
–The New Yorker
plus sycophants like Snopes, The Daily Beast, Huffington Post, Slate, and too many other media losers to succinctly list.
So let me reframe:
as the alternative media went silent today on this topic, the mainstream media (which had been shirking its duty of journalism) went into hyperdrive to cover pizzagate in a very narrow, deceptive manner.
And I can’t lie:
this made me very angry.
But I would like to share a name with you.
It is the name of someone doing truly priceless research on pizzagate.
His name is David Seaman.
And YouTube is where to find him.
So why, then, The Doors?
Because “When the Music’s Over”…
Robby Krieger’s dive bomb guitar.
John Densmore gunshot snare drumming leading out of the pauses.
And Jim Morrison’s screeching howls of ecstatic catharsis on the downbeat.
Truly changed my life.
Just like my first rock concert (The Black Crowes).
It’s not a perfect film, but it teaches us some important lessons.
The right (politically) must understand art.
All of the arts.
The power of art.
And we must know poetry.
We must cogitate from a place of knowledge as we see Oliver Stone’s camera pan over Rimbaud, Artaud, and McLuhan.
And at some point we must make a faltering effort to pronounce Artaud.
We must get into the arena.
Open our ears.
The first time we heard Godard’s name…pronounced relatively correct…out of Ray Manzarek’s mouth.
And we must revisit.
Damn! Is that Dale Cooper?!? And that “d” on the end is not really necessary.
Years and years…of stars and bars…and miles of aisles.
I haven’t had the energy to be angry.
Must be getting better.
It comes and goes.
But we must value anger.
Visceral disgust with our fellow humans who would harm children.
And sober vigilance and sense of duty to see that no child’s life nor future is swept into a crack.
The current psy op in progress is one to try and wrap up (with a bow) the entire pizzagate conspiracy into one deniable package: Comet Ping Pong.
One astute researcher has even mentioned the possibility that the central casting which provided us with the Sandy Hook hoax might have supplied the useful idiot who supposedly stormed the aforementioned establishment.
The psy op is to wrap up the package. To denigrate “fake news”.
To cordon off the “scene” in service to damage control.
But YouTube’s actions taken against David Seaman just make us want to know the truth that much more.
And so there you have it.
Adam Schiff needs a brain transplant.
And Tucker Carlson deserves a raise.
But people like David Seaman are the real rebels here.
Like Jim Morrison, they understand their medium (McLuhan) and they channel their anger through highly-sophisticated, articulate journalism.
To paraphrase my hero Alex Jones, I don’t think the mainstream media and the Clinton camp (the Podesta brothers) really want to get into “the briar patch” of trading punches with the alternative media.
Alex Jones and Matt Drudge are about to squash any dilettantes at the major networks.
And up-and-comers like David Seaman will also be firing truth torpedoes to sink the already-listing ghost ship known as the MSM.
There be monsters…