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Bill Clinton Elbows His Way Back Into The News

June 6, 2018

Old Bill Clinton has once again forced his way into the news, peddling another ghost-written book – a novel this time. Every washed-up politician has a book or two out. Who suspected we had such literary talent galumphing around in our sleazy politico pool? This output of books reminds me of these words from Tolstoy:  “If you asked someone, ‘Can you play the violin?’ and he says, ‘I don’t know, I have not tried, perhaps I can,’ you laugh at him. Whereas about writing, people always say: ‘I don’t know, I have not tried,’ as though one had only to try and one would become a writer.”

This time, in media interviews, the oafishly riggish Clinton fancies himself a champion of abused women – well why not? He created so many of them. Bill’s escapades with reluctant women landed him in court, forcing him to dip into Hillary’s bulging Cattle Futures investment fund so he could pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to his victim Paula Jones. Christopher Hitchens once wrote about how he’d have so loved to have heard that particular conversation between the Clinton Co-Presidents…

Ah, how I miss Hitchens. Although he fell out of favor with liberals (an extremely easy thing to do) he sure wielded a keen pen.

We can find some of the most shatteringly vitriolic words ever to come from the pointed pen of Christopher Hitchens in his writing about Bill Clinton’s fawning, obsequious, toadying, unctuous, arrogant, and flat out false words at the funeral for the execrable Richard Nixon.

Not only did Clinton refer to Nixon’s DREAM OF WORLD PEACE – tell that to the nations he carpet bombed – but Clinton demanded that we no longer criticize Nixon for anything that is merely a part of, and not the totality of, Nixon’s life. Meaning no more critical thinking about the only president so feculent and crooked that he had to resign.
So, talking about Nixon’s hatred of Black people and Jews, or mentioning his use of the IRS to, in his own words, “screw our enemies,” gets squelched because we’d be taking these foul, abhorrent incidents out of the context of Nixon’s whole life. We must, of course, remember that the man had a puppy…

To Clinton, Nixon stands tall as a brave seeker of truth and peace who played the role of a loving grandfather – meaning, presumably, that Nixon didn’t wire tap and slander his grandchildren.

Bill Clinton demands context? Okay. Try this for context: All the horrible things Nixon did in the course of his entire political career, from his Red-Baiting beginnings to his final yearnings to vaporize the people of Vietnam by dropping thermonuclear weapons on them, to his denouncing Peace Activists as “bums,” to his using bag-men to pay off his covert squad of thugs who committed burglaries at his behest, all this outweighs anything good Nixon may have done.
If you can stomach 6 minutes of verbal ipecac worthy of Uriah Heep, watch and listen as Bill Clinton mythologizes a severely mentally ill man who put the whole world at risk, a man who saw the presidency as a weapon with which to destroy all the people who had ever dared to cross him, a man who lived life in a toxic bubble of sycophants, paranoia, and rage in which the rule of law meant nothing but a minor inconvenience… and contorts him into a peace-loving adorable ol’ grampa – and then arrogantly claims to say all this on behalf of the whole nation. meaning you and me.
And as usual, Bill Clinton manages to find time to focus on himself…
Yuck.

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HOPE and THE BIG CON

April 16, 2018

NOTE: This will likely be my longest blog post to date. It demands the space because the issue involves every aspect of our lives…

“It is not yours to finish the task, but neither are you free to set it aside.” – Rabbi Tarfon, Pirke Avot 2:21

“For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.” – T.S. Eliot

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In 2016, the presidential election day arrived at the culmination of a staggeringly lengthy 19-month election cycle. Exposure to this lengthy, drawn-out process, played out as a TV show every day, warped the minds of many people – people who now find them selves unable to accept the election results or let go of the process. They still argue over an election that the people decided well over 500 days ago. Corporate news media encourages this obsession, as newspapers and TV shows deliver a steady stream of excuses for the democrat losing the election: Russia, Fake News, The DNC, sexism, Comey, Anthony Weiner, Bernie Sanders, Jill Stein and on and on ad nauseam. A new excuse pops up every few weeks, the latest (as of this writing) being that women were somehow bullied into voting for a particular candidate by their husbands.

This fixation with the past presents a stark deviation in the way our politics normally operate. With this essay, I will lay out, for all to see, the way in which our political system works to distract people… to con people.

Party politics has become the tool employed by the Powers That Be to divide The People and make sure that we dilute our deep power as we squabble endlessly about the next election.
By letting Party Politics take our attention away from the NOW and focusing instead on the next election, many people have permitted themselves to live in an imaginary future; a future created by advertising people and campaign professionals.
In Party Politics, nothing holds more importance than the next election. How many times have we been told, “Sure I believe in Third Party candidates. But… THIS TIME THE ELECTION IS TOO IMPORTANT!” No matter what the issue, the Party refrain is always “This is not the right time.”
With Party Politics, issues mean absolutely nothing. Democrats join Republicans to gut banking regulations and to wage war.  Only the FUTURE matters. We always hear promises for the future. By focusing our attention on the future instead of the present, we allow ourselves to get suckered into sheepishly accepting any current situation.
Well here’s a newsflash: The future never comes. The time is always NOW.

As Lewis Carrol wrote:
“The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday – but never jam to-day.”
“It must come sometimes to ‘jam to-day’,” Alice objected.
“No, it can’t,” said the Queen. “It’s jam every other day: to-day isn’t any other day, you know.”
“I don’t understand you,” said Alice. “It’s dreadfully confusing!”

And once we allow ourselves to get confused, we make ourselves like a prairie chicken to a circling hawk – ripe for the picking.

Hope and the Con Artist
Placing our focus on some future HOPE is the keystone of every con game. All con games rely on filling the scam’s “mark” with the hope of an imagined future payoff. Without this fake hope, nobody can con you. With it, anyone can – and will – con you.  Whether the payoff is 45% return on investment (Ponzi) or flipping congress (party politics) the surest sign of a con job is that it turns our heads away from now and aims us at an imagined future.

We have no power in the future. We only have power now.

So when we have our attention manipulated away from NOW, we willingly give up any power we have. When we see an unjust condition that outrages us, to shout “NEVER AGAIN” (meaning in the future) is meaningless compared to “IT STOPS NOW”. “Never again” means we accept it now.

Although it may sound counterintuitive, I believe that the worst advice we can possibly follow is KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE PRIZE. Looking unwaveringly at some future result creates a distraction that takes our focus off the NOW. To combat this, we need to deal with WHAT IS and not that which we have been fooled into imagining will come sometime in the future. You see something you want to change? Work to change it NOW. Do what you need to do NOW and do it without the lust for future results. As T.S. Eliot noted: “For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.” If you fail, you fail. Big deal. But you didn’t divert your attention to some nebulous time far away that never comes. You did your work to change things here, now. Where it counts. This will take some work on our part. Earlier this month, striking teachers in Oklahoma received this startling news: “PRESIDENT OF OKLAHOMA’S LARGEST TEACHERS UNION CALLS FOR END TO STRIKE; SAYS THE FOCUS SHOULD SHIFT TO MIDTERM ELECTION” (AP, Apr. 12, 2018). Just as the teachers started getting solid results, the union shifted them away from NOW to next November and some vague future.

Spotting A Con Artist
All con artists have one thing in common: The con artist will always, relentlessly talk of the future so that you will not examine what’s happening now. This holds especially true for the political bunko artist. Example: Remember Bill Clinton’s presidential campaign theme song? “Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow.”
And what did Franklin Roosevelt use as a campaign theme song? “Happy Days Are Here Again.”
FDR concentrated on NOW. Bill Clinton, who time has revealed as a con man (Remember “Slick Willie”?) clearly wanted voters to ignore what he does NOW and keep thinking about the future.
And what happened to that person in 2008 who ran on “HOPE AND CHANGE”? Remember how that turned out? It was all a whimsy, an illusion because HOPE AND CHANGE mean different things to each one of us. And that is what the con artist does; gets us each to see what we want to see instead of reality.

How We Limit Our Power
All scams, from the politics of “hope” to mega-lotteries, hinge on yanking us out of the present and into a future time that simply won’t ever come. I have known a great many people who really believed: “When I’m rich and famous then I will be happy!” It became the driving force in their lives. And some of them got their wish… only to discover that they are still the same damn person they always were – only now they have money and people know who they are. Several of these people killed themselves upon attaining their goal.

I knew a woman who wanted to be a writer. Not because she enjoyed writing. Not because she had something special to say. She wanted to be a writer because she saw a whole imagined future blossoming from her literary efforts. She had it all laid out, refined over years of dreaming: She would write a novel. Her book would get published (after a bidding war among the big publishers). The book would receive glowing, rave reviews. The press would herald the arrival of a new literary lion. The book’s movie rights would sell for a record-setting price. She would be rich and famous. And then… her family will finally respect her and envy her. She will be… somebody.
Does it come as a surprise to you that over the years this woman started several projects but never finished a single one? With such high stakes as she imagined hanging in the balance, with her imagined future-self depending upon the perceived success of her writing, she made the act of setting words to paper a task daunting beyond belief. Her “hope” limited her ability top do the one thing she claimed to want to do. She stymied herself by making the responsibility of writing into something overwhelming. She just could not do it. One of the last times she and I spoke to each other, I asked her a simple question: “Do you want to be a writer? Or do you want to be a rich and famous writer? Because those are two different things.”

The Lottery Con
Lotteries – especially the so-called “mega” lotteries – rely on people harboring outlandish hopes for their future. The state, through its unremitting lottery advertising campaigns, fill the mind with these future hopes, making them seem within reach. As noted, this focus on the future is the surest sign of a con job. And people buy the tickets knowing that the odds of winning are against them and despite the fact that stories of the ruined lives of lottery winners are legion. I knew one such person. He snagged a substantial amount of lottery money in the 1970s – it, as he hoped, it changed his whole life: Marriage. Home. Popularity. Everything he thought he wanted he got. And when the money ran out… so did his wife and his “friends”. Unable to maintain the house, he lost that too. The lottery – even though he’d won it –  just didn’t turn out the way he’d… hoped.

Hope and Fear
Along with stressing HOPE for the future, another sign of a con job is a morbid fear of the future:
“32 Million People Would Lose Coverage If Law Repealed!”
“Congress To Cut Social Security & Medicare After Passing Tax Plan!”
“Missile Test Shows North Korea Can Hit All Of U.S.A.!”
“U.S. Life Expectancy Declines For The First Time since 1993!”
“Sea Level Rise Will Flood Hundreds of Cities in Near Future!”
These actual headlines instill dread – and dread becomes the fertilizer required for the planting and growing of fake hopes. If you find yourself carrying this dread ask yourself who instilled it in you. Then ask what is in it for them.

A Lively Example
Consider the con artist in the Broadway musical “The Music Man.” In the early years of the 20th Century, “Professor” Harold Hill comes to River City, Iowa. He scouts the town for something, anything, to exploit for his own ends. He latches on to something new happening now – the town of River City has gotten its very first pool table. And he uses this pool table to turn the attention of the town away from now to the future. Hill gathers together some people and points out the pool table, asking them if they are aware of a great danger – “the caliber of disaster indicated by the presence of a pool table in your community.” He then relentlessly and with great energy paints a bleak and disastrous future for the town, all because of the pool table. Hill fills the townspeople with the fear of a total breakdown of the social structure in River City among… THE CHILDREN. Hill even invokes patriotism in the cause of protecting the town from the menacing, threatening, treacherous pool table. All to protect… the children.
Then, after letting the citizens of River City chew on this for a couple of days, letting their imaginations run wild, Hill conveniently offers them a solution to their imagined ills. A solution that paints a rosy future for the town and its precious children. A solution that will fill his pockets with money.
And there we see the Big Con’s trifecta of HOPE/FEAR/AN IMAGINED IDYLLIC FUTURE. The people of River City will… take back their town and their problems will be solved. For the con artist, the parlay of HOPE/FEAR/IDYLLIC FUTURE remains highly profitable to this very day.
Why do con artists bring up the children? Because (can you just hear it?) “The children are our hope for the future.” Which politician fails to use this scam? I always think of the Music Man and the devious Prof. Hill when I hear the endless yammering of today’s politicians who say we must elect them… for the children.

Planning
None of this is meant to knock normal planning and scheduling in life. That’s what we do to arrange an orderly and well-regulated existence. We make plans in the name of efficiency and, when dealing with others, to maintain common courtesy. This type of quotidian preparation is a far cry from basing life on imagined, desired events that we whip up into importance beyond all reality. Thinking “when I’m rich, then I’ll be happy” or “If I elect Candidate Floogleman, then the nation will be great again” is ridiculous. Normal planning is practical. The future planning of the con artist is just other fanciful. It’s the difference between being practical enough to catch a flight on time, and some chimera about a future which somebody deliberately planted in your head for his or her own purposes. The former gets YOU somewhere by your own efforts. The latter gets SOMEONE ELSE somewhere through your exploited efforts. Efforts that they planted in your mind.
Planning is about realistic goals. Saving money for a house, for instance. Not an illusion like “when I get that house then my life will be perfect.”
Politically, realism means voting for a candidate with whom you agree, instead of voting for a candidate who offers no more than fear-based slogans about the future. Beware silly promises for the future like things like “we’ll take the country back” or “no more crime in the streets”…
Don’t let promises for the future take your mind of life now. Labor organizer Joe Hill knew how easy it was to manipulate people with promises. As Hill wrote in the song THE PREACHER AND THE SLAVE:

You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You’ll get pie in the sky when you die.

Joe Hill knew…

Practical Action
A few years back, on a hot July afternoon, I began shivering. I felt so cold! To remedy this, I went to the window to lower the AC and discovered it was not even on. Immediately I went to the medicine chest for the thermometer and took my temperature. To my horror, the mercury registered a tad above 103º and I went straight to the hospital. I didn’t allow myself to be distracted by somebody saying, “Someday we will have better thermometers!” Or “Next year we will take back your temperature!” I took direct action and that action saved my life. Yes, I spent eight days in the hospital mostly in intensive care – but I did what was needed NOW and did not piss away my life hoping for an imaginary future when things would somehow be better.
THAT is why I am alive today to write this…

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Say good bye to FEAR:

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A Christmas Present Memory

January 18, 2018

   

THIS STARTED IT ALL…

   Some years back, I received a Christmas gift from a relative who really knew my tastes and proclivities.  She sent me something I had never seen before, nor even imagined existed: an electric Martini shaker/stirrer machine; without doubt the most decadent toy I ever owned.

   Naturally, I had my doubts about the gadget, but after studying the little booklet that came with it, I fell to the happy task of testing out the machine… and it worked wonderfully!

   I never enjoyed such expertly mixed Martinis as this machine cranked out. And it had two settings, which I gleefully tested out: Shaken to icy perfection or stirred to a gentle clearness like a gem. And you know what? I hated the damn thing.

   Along about my 4th Martini I had an insight. The machine, with all it precision expertise, had made me unnecessary. Yes, I measured the gin, bitters, ice, and vermouth – but then the device yanked me out of the most physical part of the process. I’d lost the tactile connection of manually working the alchemy of mixing a cocktail. And with my new toy, the cocktails always came out perfect.

   How very dull!

   True, a bartender at a saloon also removes me from the process – but when the barman turns out a perfect Martini, I can tell him “thanks.” I can express my appreciation to a fellow human being – verbally as well as financially. And I always retain the memory of a happy moment when a fellow aficionado worked his or her wonder for me. But how does one thank a gizmo? Do I call the factory to thank the person who runs the machines that make the machine? A person I will never see. Do I give the thing a thimble of oil and say “Have one with me”?

   Using the machine, made me feel dehumanized. I saw nothing good in a device that invariably whips up drink after drink without a misstep.

   Hell, I even cherish the bad Martinis I have had. Like the time in 1982 when I sauntered into a dive bar in lower Manhattan around the corner from a long gone Job Lot store. This place served shots and chasers. And the price fit a young man’s budget. A shot of Barton’s Reserve Rye with a ginger ale back cost – ready? – 75¢. You read that right. Three quarters of a dollar. Counting for inflation, in today’s coin of the realm that comes to $1.96. Good luck finding prices like that today.

   Well, I frequented this goodly establishment from time to time. And one day, as the barman saw me and reached for the rye, I upset the local ecosystem by asking for a Dry Martini, straight up with an olive.

   The barman just stood there looking at me.

   He said nothing. He just looked and looked.

   Then he squinted and asked me, “You sure you have the right place, buddy?”

I said yes, and I felt like having Dry Martini, straight up with an olive.

   To this day I swear I saw a tear forming in the corner of his one good eye.

   “Buddy, you know how long I been slinging drinks here? Nearly 40 years and nobody, but nobody ever asked me for a Dry Martini, straight up with an olive. Or a twist. Or a dash of bitters. Nobody. I waited and waited, but long about the Korean War truce I gave up hope. Some bars just serve shots and a chaser. I resigned myself to my fate. And now you come here.”

   Then he stood mute again for a moment. Silently, he reached under the bar. My life flashed before my eyes for I knew what awaited me. In a saloon like that I would either get a Louisville Slugger or a sawed-off shotgun.

   But the barman did something I had never before seen him do. He smiled. And he came up with a classic V-shaped cocktail glass. True, it had a layer of grime on it but the sentimental fool had clearly kept it there just waiting for me. And now, after cleaning the glass to a shine, he paused a moment, knowing that he would now make that long-dreamt of Dry Martini.

   He really dug the moment! With the greatest of care, he measured out the gin and then poured it into a cocktail shaker that had probably sat on a shelf since Prohibition. Then he added exactly the right amount of dry vermouth to make a classic Martini. And from god knows where the old codger produced a bottle of Angostura Bitters and carefully plopped in two drops. Then he placed the cap on the shaker and shook with all the pent up energy he had harbored lo those many years waiting for this moment.

   After the requisite number of jiggles, he unsealed the cap from the shaker and poured the drink into the glass with a sacramental, almost priestly air. And he added an olive then slid the drink over to me. He awaited my approval. I sipped. And told him what I thought: “Excellent blending!” and he beamed! “And if you remember to use ice next time, it will be even better!”

   His mistake crushed him. He took back the drink before I’d finished half of it and replaced it with a jigger of Barton’s Reserve rye with a ginger back and we never spoke of that moment again. But damn it, that inept cocktail still stands as the single best bad Martini I would ever have. I have had so many Martinis that I cannot count them. But never did I have one made with such loving care and hope and expectation. Not once did anyone come close to putting in the feeling that this grizzled, one-eyed barman poured into the drink. I shall always remember it with an unmatched fondness.

   Now I ask you. Can a machine do that?

   So I packed my new Martini machine into its box where it remained until the next wedding rolled around. I knew some young inexperienced couple just starting out in life will need a measure of perfection as they face disillusion and and the inevitable let-downs in that first year of marriage. And for newlyweds, a dingus that delivers a perfectly turned out stiff drink will provide more joy than any pressure cooker or crock pot.

   I got a lovely thank you letter from the newlyweds.

   I read it while sipping a dry Martini I could’ve shaken a bit more, one that I went too heavy on the bitters with. But what can we expect from a human in place of a machine? And I fixed the shortcomings with the next cocktail. And the one after that…

It Is All Scripted, Folks.

December 2, 2017

The Today Show Announcing The End Of Matt Lauer


How moving, how touching earlier this week to see the forlorn and chapfallen Women of The Today Show speaking from the heart about the pain, desolation, and sorrow they experienced upon learning – just moments before airtime – the shocking news that their beloved Matt Lauer lost his job. 

Yes, the words poured right from their lachrymose little hearts… or… the calculating hearts of the network bosses who slapped these mushy sentiments onto the studio TelePrompTers…
… as the revealing photograph above shows.

Believe NOTHING these TV people present.
As I keep pointing out: it is ALL scripted and approved. 

Everything you see on television – from The Today Show in the morning, to those Late-Nite “comedians” with their political commentary – is scripted and delivered to you by actors trained to make it look spontaneous. That is what actors do.
During my days as a press agent, I routinely saw my own copy from my press releases presented word for word on the air as spontaneous banter between the anchor and the “reporter” covering the story.

With billions of dollars at stake – do you seriously think that these media conglomerates would leave these things to chance? It is all show-biz, folks.

Stop The Fear!

October 13, 2017

For FRIDAY the THIRTEENTH – and ALL YEAR LONG:
“The most destructive emotion in the universe is fear. Fear is the greatest killer that we know. Fear can stop your heart as quick as a bullet. Fear can stop any function of the body, the emotions or the mind. And an extraordinary paroxysm of fear or of terror can accomplish almost as much damage within the body of a human being as the release of a hydrogen bomb.

“Fear, as the ancients all pointed out, is that emotion which creates a relation of negation by means of which the individual is open to everything that is bad. Everything that is weak. Everything that is wrong. There is nothing that can create a criminal more rapidly than fear, even though he may be full of bravado about it. There is nothing that can cause us to compromise our ethics any more rapidly than fear. There is nothing that can destroy our integration, our orientation in life, more rapidly than fear. And according to most psychics who have explored the invisible constitution of man, fear destroys all the natural defense mechanisms of the magnetic field against the possibilities of obsession, the possibilities of infection by bacterial organisms, or the possibilities of contagion. And these fear motives also destroy the power of the body to take in energy by closing, compressing the various channels through which vitality can reach the body. Therefore fear completely enervates in time. It leads to all kinds of desperate actions and usually causes the individual to multiply his karma many fold very quickly. If therefore a person is fearful he becomes wide open to every negative factor of life, the universe around him and the pressures of his own personality within him. Fear lowers his defenses and his resistances. And when anything becomes the object of fear, the individual who is frightened is defeated – then and there.
“Consequently, fear will help to intensify any type of psychotic situation. As surely as fear is the great destroyer, faith is the universal medicine. Fear is the poison and faith is the remedy for nearly every situation that can arise.” – Manly P. Hall

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Media Silly Season Again… And Again…

August 16, 2017

No, Trump did not “embolden” the people who protested the removal of a statue of Gen. Lee in Charlottesville.
These are the same people who have, for years, been howling about the Confederate flag.

They have been here, and “emboldened” for decades.
Remember how active they were when Obama was president?

Now a few of them make the news again and people run around in fear and terror all across the nation.
This is just an eruption of something that erupts whenever there is a slow news cycle.
The month of August, as many of you know, is called THE SILLY SEASON by news media because STUPID stories get blown out of proportion.
This is one of them.
No, nazis are not everywhere in our nation running things with impunity (as one person told me)
No, we are not getting invaded by nazis.
SO FAR THIS YEAR:

First everyone was afraid of RUSSIA
Then everyone was afraid of NORTH KOREA
Now everyone is afraid of NAZIS
Soon we will all be told to fear some new DISEASE like, oh… PLAGUE!

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News exists TO SCARE US.
It is that simple.
When we are scared, people don’t think. And that fear makes us ADDICTED to the news.

Now About Charlottesville:

There are so few of these reactionaries who fetishize the Civil War that THEY PROTEST OUT OF FRUSTRATION at having no power.
People who have power do not MARCH IN PROTEST.
That is what made THIS from CONGRESSMEMBERS so goddamn stupid:

The most powerful people in America – hold a protest…

Members of congress are among the most powerful people in America. They don’t need to have PROTESTS.
Do Hedge-Fund managers protest?
Do Insurance Company CEOs protest?
Does Big Pharma protest?
Doe the Defense Contractors protest?
Does The NY Stock Exchange protest?
Do Bankers protest?
Do News Media Executives protest?
Does Jeff Bezos protest?

Do Hospital CEOs protest?
Do Lobbyists protest?
Do the Koch Brothers march in the streets?
Does Henry Kissinger pretest?
Get the picture?
ALWAYS REMEMBER: The people who march and demonstrate WHATEVER THE CAUSE are doing so because they lack power. This is a way to try to assert power and gain more. The real power sits back and dreams of new ways to control you and me. And as we see, it works very well for them.
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btw: THIS is the original flag of the Confederate State of America.

There were two more flags, none of which are are the one the enraged POWERLESS people fight over.

THIS is  The Battle Flag of the Army of Northern Virginia…

 FIGHT FEAR!

SO: When you suddenly find yourself afraid of something that didn’t scare you a week ago ask:

1) WHO PUT THIS FEAR INTO YOUR MIND?
2) WHAT’S IN IT FOR THEM?

You will keep your sanity that way…

Do not let your fears become your thoughts…

There is nothing new about the Power Structure keeping people in fear.
It is the basis of almost all advertising.
It is what MEDIA does to make sure you keep tuning in.
They LIVE to whip up hysteria.
Long ago, a book was written about this and it is back!

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This 1919 book is now reissued with new introductions by… ME.
There is no reason to live your life in fear!
Wake up to the way orthodox religion, the corporate media and Other “Powers That Be” control the population THROUGH FEAR!
An invaluable treatise, this book is a must-read for anyone who wants to lead a free, independent life. A life WITHOUT FEAR! While some people will no doubt be offended and shocked by this book’s stance against organized religion seeking to control our lives, while those who use fear themselves will attempt to squelch this book, by misrepresenting the contents and belittling it, this book bravely exposes the way the manipulators of fear seek to hold onto power by any means necessary. 
Beware of those who would mislead you about this!
Fear is all they have and they will use fear to stop YOU from reading this liberating book.
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“Never Let Fear Go To Waste” – Corporate Motto

April 18, 2017
Remember when I said that because of the 19 months of intense fear and hysteria deliberately aimed at the American people during the election… it would not be over on election day? By now, it is as clear as a country stream that I was right.
Far too many people allowed themselves to get habituated to the election cycle’s media onslaught of fear, rage, and hysteria and now they just cannot let it go.
They have accepted the fear and rage, they have internalized it. For many Americans, fear and rage are here to stay.
Ever see people who, 25 years after a divorce, still obsess on and on about an ex? That is the condition of many people now. And the whole Russia panic stems from that. Somebody “other” must be to blame because I AM GOOD.
That 19 month orgy of election fear and rage was a calculated, sadistic thing done to Americans for the gain of a small group of people. And if only a small percentage of the public became deranged in the face of this constant barrage of fear and rage, that amounts to millions of people.
We were played.
We were tortured.
We were mind-fucked.
For 19 months.
Prisons are forbidden to do these things to inmates. But corporate media does it to us all. And we are considered “free”.
Corporations make money from fear. Whether they sell us deodorant, guns, or war… fear to them means money in the bank.
“News” ratings (which translate to dollars) skyrocket in war time. You think, knowing that, that media corporations leave war to mere chance?
Yes, America endured a well-coordinated brainwashing for 19 months. And casualties were not just inevitable, they were desired!  Keeping people like this means money. Media barons knew full well that many people cannot walk away from that kind of brainwashing intact. Remember this when you see people who idolize a candidate – and refuse to let go. Saying such insane things as “he” or “she” is THE REAL PRESIDENT.
TV producers and their partners in advertising live to erase reality and replace it with an illusion that benefits their corporations.  And they are highly rewarded for this action.
Why do you suppose someone like Rachel Maddow insists on pushing unproven “reality” theories on her viewers five nights a week? Maddow has 30,000 reasons for doing this – every day.
And she is not alone. We have no idea who writes the things she, and others of her odious ilk, deliver into our homes. We know nothing about these people who continue the fear and rage that was stoked during the election.Nothing except the clear fact that they feed on the fear and rage like vampires feeding on our blood. They live for this. That is their job.

News today has become that guy in the saloon who eggs on two drunks till they beat each other senseless. Nothing ever happens to him, though. Today, international news in American media boils down to that guy saying, “Are you gonna take that from him?”
We desperately need free universal mental health care in this country because we have media corporations dedicated to messing with our minds.
We need it to cope with and repair the damage inflicted by corporate media.
Whether media corporations do this stuff to get us to crave a useless product or they do it to get us to accept the latest war – they are screwing with our minds in an unethical and immoral – but highly profitable way.
And the society we now live in is the result.
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Family Dysfunction Persisted

March 21, 2017

As you may have heard by now, noted literary lion Chelsea Clinton has published a new book.
With a speed of hand that would shame Mickey Spillane or Edgar Wallace, the Great Weird Hope of the Clinton dynasty got a book deal (the favored corporate method for bribing people in political life) and in doing so she inadvertently shows us how untreated child-abuse travels through the generations.

The book bears the name SHE PERSISTED, a PR phrase coined to promote another book deal – that one for the already wealthy Senator Elizabeth Warren.

In the Clinton Clan, persisting has a perverse history.

By now, who doesn’t know the story of Hillary as a 4 year-old getting thrown out of the house by her abusive mother? The child had endured taunting from bullies in the park, as most children do, and so she ran home to her mother for comfort and succor. What did this FOUR YEAR-OLD CHILD get instead? As Hillary compulsively relates it over and over again, even 65 years later, her mother had the love and foresight and compassion to… throw her out of the house.
Mother Rodham blamed little Hillary for the situation, said she “gave up” and called her daughter a coward who she would not welcome in the home until THE BABY dealt with the tormentors.
Slam went the door. Does anyone, other than Hillary, really believe this callous treatment had a salubrious effect on the child?

Hillary Clinton has, for the past 65 years, related that story with pride. She says it shaped her character. Well, yes, it did. But not the way she seems to think. To Hillary Clinton, giving up means losing mother’s love and – more to the point – getting kicked out of the house. One can only imagine the depths of fear and anxiety – Separation Anxiety – this “loving mother” sparked in her infant child.

As Dr. Gabor Maté notes: “In an anecdote related by the former Secretary of State herself as an example of salutary character building, four-year-old Hillary runs into her home to escape neighbourhood bullies. ‘There is no room for cowards in this house,’ says her mother, sending the child out into the street to face her tormentors. The real message was: ‘Do not feel or show your pain. You are on your own.’ Over six decades later the candidate hides her pneumonia even from her doctor and from those closest to her. Repeatedly she has overlooked her husband’s outlandish infidelities, defending him against disgrace— no doubt suppressing her own emotional turmoil in the process.”
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Hillary Clinton has never received treatment for this early-childhood trauma – and to me, every single time she relates the story she presents a 4 year-old’s repressed cry for help. To this day, Clinton shows an irrational view of the world as a place populated by “bullies” who she, and she alone, MUST stop. She even cited this as her Raison D’être for seeking the Presidency upon receiving the democratic nomination.

And then, in her own words, spoken in her first speech after losing the election, Hillary Clinton had one strong message:

For Mrs. Clinton, 65 years after her mother terrorized her by throwing her out of the only home she knew, giving up – no matter how useless the fight may be – means the loss of love and home.
Sheer stubbornness has become a virtue in Hillary-Land. What manner of person NEVER concedes loss? Or error? Or understands the pragmatic need for a strategic concession to an opponent? I’ll tell you what manner of person: A DANGEROUS PERSON.

Untreated family abuse wends its way down through the ensuing generations. So it came as no surprise to me to see that Chelsea Clinton, an adult-child who owes everything she ever got to her parents, also carries this mania. And in the aftermath of her mother’s embarrassing election loss to a known “bully” and TV game-show host, it falls upon the adult-child to become the mother Hillary wanted but never had. Thus the topic of Chelsea’s new book fits right into mommy’s mania – as the cover makes crystal clear:

The child taking care of the needs of the mother perverts the natural flow of life. Yet this child – at age 35 – has made a career of just that. Making speeches for mother (and in a subtle way sabotaging her in the process – displaying resentment) and even talking of entering politics herself – a clear attempt by a chile to vindicate the family after repeated losses and scandals. I mean, let’s face it, after seeing the sheer hell that BOTH her parents underwent, what child would say “THAT’S the career for me!”? Would Chuck Wepner, Jr. ever consider boxing? Hell, even the NIXON off-spring knew better…

Does Chelsea really see stubbornness as a virtue? Or has she taken up the call simply to soothe her wounded mother? And for god sake WHY peddle this swill to CHILDREN? Can this adult-child not relate her feelings to grown people? I see it as bad enough when family abuse gets passed on through the generations. But to deliberately pass it on to children one does not even know becomes a form of mass abuse. All to justify a mother who has long had the time and ample financial resources to GET THERAPY and change the warped view of the world she brags about carrying… ONE speech to Wall Street would have paid for Hillary’s therapy and then some.

Upon seeing the announcement of this book, I got hit with a wave of sadness. I hoped that Chelsea’s children don’t face similar horrendous abuse. Considering that the abuse has gotten mythologized as “character building,” will Chelsea take the chance to throw her own children out of the house at age 4? Will she do as her grandmother did, and make a mother’s love conditional

If Chelsea sees the delusion of stubbornness as a virtue, and sees it as good enough to spread to countless unknown children through her book – I wonder how she sees her own children? And their children after her? Where does it end. When she has a son, will she name him SUE?

Well, that comprises the problem which the Clintons must one day face. OUR problem, I see as more alarming: We as a nation must learn to stop electing to positions of power those damaged people who still suffer under the weight of untreated childhood abuse. But because of the alarming rate of abuse in America, such wounded and deluded people resonate with the bulk of our neighbors. Possibly even you… or me.

1955’s TRIAL… Nothing New Under The Sun

February 18, 2017

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This post concerns a rarely seen film. A powerful film; which may explain why it rarely got shown since its release in 1955. New to home video, it dealt with a topical subject when made. And, sadly, the raw ugly truth it conveys about American life remains topical over 60 years later.

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As noted thousands of years ago “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” Specific issues may change, but society always remains the same, explosive powder keg awaiting a match, often applied by the very people who trick us into believing they want to help us or lead us. Left and Right will mean nothing if the powder keg blows up. And someone always profits from the blast.

In the film TRIAL, each extreme gets revealed as equally deadly when a town becomes a pressure cooker of conflict over a seeming murder.

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The story seems deceptively simple: A sheltered law professor with no experience beyond a classroom gets caught up in the real world – and learns that he knows almost nothing about the real practice of law.  If you think America today with its political opportunists who say one thing but do another, who spread racism for profit in new – this film from 1955 (though set in 1947) will show you that nothing has changed. Including those “tolerant liberals” who, inside, harbor just as much prejudice as any klansman.

All sorts of people get involved in a racially charged murder case for all manner of personal profit. We gradually discover that each character has a personal axe to grind: Holding on to a law professor job. Running for governor. Keeping real estate values high. Remaining police chief. Proving himself above racism. And, most deadly, changing society at any cost. As the story unfolds, each character willingly – eagerly! – turns up the heat under the pressure cooker to further his own needs.

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This tension creates a crackling, powerful film about extremists of all sorts. Some elements in the film will seem quaint now, but substitute modern groups like the DNC – who want their way regardless of the consequences – and it still works. What kind of a group will gladly cause horrific damage just so they can proclaim “WE TOLD YOU SO” in order to raise money for themselves?
See what I mean? Still works today.

Opportunists willing to destroy everything and anyone to promote themselves have always operated freely among us. Sometimes they win. Sometimes they get opposed successfully. But first we must know them when we encounter them; something not always so easy to see.  When our passions get roused, when we believe that we can clearly tell the “good” people from the “bad,” then we make ourselves ripe for the picking. We blindly give those with ulterior motives the power to manipulate us.

As the lead character says early on: “I learned a long time ago that when someone says ‘decide right now’ that that’s the time to take your time.” He knows this. Does he do it?

Fundamentally, this film presents a cautionary tale about the difference between knowing the right thing and doing the right thing. Passion and certainty cloud the mind. Whether in the courtroom or the bedroom. This film could easily get set in today’s America, using any “populist” movement in place of that shown from the 1940s. As one character slyly notes, “never trust anyone”. Especially those you consider leaders. You may not really know what goals they have dedicated themselves to.

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Little wonder TRIAL never made it to home video till 2014. It says things which even today most people just refuse to hear.

Over the years, Mark Robson proved himself a serious film director and the novelist/screenwriter Don Mankiewicz, son of Herman, had solid credentials as well. Mankiewicz lived a long life, till 2015, so he must have seen the situations in his story played out over and over and over.

TRAIL deceives. This film looks like one thing (another courtroom drama, though an excellent, realistic one) yet, like the events depicted, TRIAL really shows another thing. Glenn Ford performs at his best here as the Ivory Tower lawyer who gets, reluctantly, a taste of the real world. Katy Jurado again plays her patented “suffering Mexican mother,” Rafael Campos appears as the young man who might have… or perhaps not…
Of particular note to me: The cinematography of Robert Surtees. It heightens the proceedings with some genuine surprises. Juano Hernandez as the judge performs up to his usual high standards and excels as a man who faces heat from all sides. Arthur Kennedy snared an Oscar® nomination for playing the smartest man in the room. Perhaps too damn smart…

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I consider TRIAL worth seeing to understand much of today’s events, for it presents a warning against extremism when it comes cloaked in virtue. Don’t all extremists believe they alone know the “truth”?

Always question. Always look deeper. Never call anything true for no other reason than it comforts you or reinforces your beliefs.

Do so, and you likely don’t know any more than the people who pull the strings on the puppets want you to know. Consider instead the very real possibility that you, yourself, represent the main puppet.

Keep your eye on the prize and you’ll always lose sight of everything else.

 

A Manhattan Christmas Story

December 21, 2016

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NOTE: Not long ago we received this memory from an unnamed Hell’s Kitchen writer, who assures us that his neighbors all pass him on the street every day… without ever seeing him.

When my kids were little, long before I became what I am now, which is a booze-hound, Christmas time was always something special. It still is special for me ‘cause they haven’t yet closed down all the soup kitchens. The City Fathers missed a couple of soup kitchens in their drive to improve the quality of life in this town by killing off everybody who doesn’t work three jobs and make a hundred grand a year just to pay the rent. So I can still look forward to a meal of turkey with trimmings in some church basement somewhere. Along with the food, the do-gooders give us bums little Christmas presents. It’s nice. Don’t you like getting presents? I do. Last year I got some Old Spice and a soap on a rope. It was green and shaped like a seahorse. I liked the way it smelled. But I accidentally left my soap hanging in the rooming house bathroom down the hall one day and that was the last I saw of it. I don’t know why, but when I found the soap was gone I cried like a baby for two hours. And I never cry. A stupid piece of cheap soap. Archie the bartender who took the pledge was right. Booze does turn your brain to mush.

It was Christmas time and I ran out of money again. A card game this time. Looking for free things to do, I thought it might be fun to see the tree at Rockefeller Center. I usually enjoy the colored lights and all the happy kids giggling and acting like, well, like happy kids. So yesterday, even though I had no money to speak of, I left my room and headed over there. In the daylight you could see that this was one hell of a big tree. Why’d they go kill it? I stood in the part of the plaza they call the Channel Gardens cause on one side is a British building and on the other side is a French building. I was looking at the tree when I noticed this woman with her son. The kid was about six, I guess, no more than seven, and the woman had him bundled all up like he was Neil Armstrong setting foot on the moon even though it wasn’t really so cold out. It couldn’t have been cold cause I was there and I don’t own a coat. That’s why I’m inside today, writing this. Today it’s freezing out. And I don’t own a coat. So this woman has her kid by the hand and says, “look, Lawrence, look at the nice tree. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” She wasn’t so much asking him as she was telling him. Surprisingly, the kid said “no.”

“But it is beautiful,” the mama said, giving the kid a little tap on the back of the head.

“It is not,” the boy insisted.

“Yes it is,” she said, giving him a harder tap.

“I don’t like it.”

“Yes you do!”

This time she gave the kid a clip on the head so hard that I could feel it. The boy wobbled a bit but held his ground.

“It isn’t beautiful! It stinks!”

“It is beautiful!” she says then CRACK! a tremendous shot across the back of the kid’s head. In my day, I seen prize fighters kiss the canvas on less.

“Isn’t mommy right? Isn’t the tree beautiful?”

When the boy didn’t answer, she lifted her hand again.

“It’s so beautiful, mommy,” he said like he really meant it.

“Don’t you just love it?”

“Yes mommy, I love it. I love it.”

“And do you love mommy?”

“Yes. I love mommy.”

She smiled and they went away, both of them happy. I’d hate to be around when this kid gets married. His wife cuddles up to him and coos, “do you love me?” and he says “I love you more than anything” then he proves it to her by belting her right in the sweetbreads. I only hope he finds somebody who’s into that kind of thing. There’s plenty of them out there.

I looked back at the tree, and so help me, now I didn’t think it was very beautiful. Then I cringed, almost feeling a swift hard smack on the back of my head. I turned around as fast as I could and went across the street and down the block to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I prayed for that kid.