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Tuesday, July 13, 2021

WTF is wrong with the Stalinist party ( aka formerly the Republican party ) in Amerika?

A mainly Stalinist committee ( 3 of 4 members ) of the Michigan State Legislature writes a 55 page report detailing their investigations of voter fraud in the 2020 election in Michigan and finds that there was no fraud ( as expected ).

While after that finding it is still suggested in the Stalinist majority Michigan State Legislature that the Cyber Ninjas “fraudit” group come to Michigan to run another audit ( just to assure the voters in Michigan that all sides on the issue have been heard? )

In a book by Stalin's secretary, Boris Bazhanov ( The Memoirs of Stalin’s Former Secretary [ Moscow:  III Tysiacheletie, 2002 ] ), he quotes Stalin as uttering in reference to a vote in the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union in 1923 the following: «Я считаю совершенно неважным, кто и как в партии будет голосовать; но что чрезвычайно важно, так это то, кто и как будет подсчитывать голоса ». Transliterated as «YA schitayu sovershenno nevazhnym, kto i kak v partii budet golosovat'; no chto chrezvychayno vazhno, tak eto to, kto i kak budet podschityvat' golosa ».  And, roughly, in English, “I consider it completely unimportant who in the party will vote, or how; but what is extraordinarily important is this — who will count the votes, and how.”  ( cf. the historical thoughts on Draco's “Constitution” [ 620 BCE; where supposedly the only penalty for every crime was death ] with the “Draconian” voter registration laws being written in Stalinist Legislatures throughout Amerika .)

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Following the previous post this evening . . . one on how "fake news" gets started . . .

Interestingly enough, even Paul Craig Roberts had a number of references (15) to Hal Turner's WWW site with regard to some unreported remarks of VP Pence to the personnel at the Air Force base in Minot, ND last Friday (October 27, 2017 - link to reported remarks).

Now Hal Turner is a reported White Nationalist under employ by the FBI to disseminate news (on his shortwave radio program [WBCQ 7490 AM] and WWW site) to split and confound the American populace (and beyond as we shall see below).

Those reportedly unreported remarks of VP Pence were as follows (from Hal's WWW site):  “We are entering a very dangerous time, and I have come here personally to tell you that you may receive a Launch Order in the near future.  I want you to know that we have planned for all contingencies, but it is POSSIBLE that things may escalate beyond what we believe will take place.  If you receive a properly formatted launch order, you launch.  Don't waste time trying to confirm the order, because it is not standard operating procedure for you to delay like that.  If you get a launch order, carry it out.”

Besides a reference link (which may wrap) on every article (most recent count - 67) on Hal's WWW site, these reportedly unreported remarks spread far and wide to at least the following WWW sites (in alphabetical order; number of reference links [cached - unless otherwise specified] not counting “Advertisements”):

  1. 64.66.227.27 ‐ Before It's News (3) [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:tilITezpf6QJ:64.62.227.27/alternative/2017/10/mike-pence-we-are-entering-a-very-dangerous-time-and-i-have-come-here-personally-to-tell-you-that-you-may-receive-a-launch-order-3567671.html+&cd=11&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  2. Chat Brat Anonymous [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:whQLTjzm6KUJ:z7.invisionfree.com/Chat_Brat_Anonymous/index.php%3Fshowforum%3D1+&cd=41&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  3. Indy Watch All News World Feed [link:  {uncached but archived daily} http://wire.indywatch.org/archiver/wire.indywatch.org/resources/allworld.html]
  4. Kiwi Watch (11) [link:  https://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:IrdJrYIvH64J:https://www.kiwiwatch.org.nz/coming-bear-market-robert-j-shiller-project-syndicate/+&cd=31&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  5. Nunez Report [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:SSLZW1eVliMJ:nunezreport.blogspot.com/2017/10/mike-pence-we-are-entering-very.html+&cd=4&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  6. Путь Странника WWW site [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:N4vtxyYKkbsJ:https://irina-irinayurevna.blogspot.com/+&cd=108&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  7. Seemorerocks [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:PUr49nyaf1EJ:robinwestenra.blogspot.de/2017/10/dprk-blacks-out-evacuates-cities-in.html+&cd=39&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  8. Steve Quayle's WWW site [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:Y22mAd2eqGEJ:www.stevequayle.com/+&cd=107&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  9. The Deep State [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:ca0KwlwTXLcJ:thedeepstate.com/+&cd=70&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  10. The Lifeboat News [link:nbsp; http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:7g3hadgOIXQJ:members5.boardhost.com/xxxxx/thread/1509449745.html+&cd=15&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  11. The Tribulation Now (5) [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:M2swJgbtZ-sJ:www.tribulation-now.org/show-notes/+&cd=105&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]
  12. Whistle Blower Jeff / Holy Spirit Wind (4) [link:  http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:gx1HyMrKDzoJ:whistleblowerjeff.holyspiritwind.net/2017/10/12/10-things-that-just-dont-add-up-about-the-las-vegas-mass-shooting/+&cd=49&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us]

So, depending upon where you read the "fake news," if you didn't do your homework, then you wouldn't know that it was "fake" . . . .

As always, ENJOY!

In light of the Senate Committee's Volume 4 Report . . .

I put together a History of El Narcissimo Solipsismo's Ukraine Spiel in conjuction with Russian Hacking of the 2016 U S Presidential Election HTML file and thought that it would fit nicely into a blog entry.  So, here goes:

History of El Narcissimo Solipsismo's Ukraine Spiel

In conjuction with Russian Hacking of the 2016 U S Presidential Election

Precursors

Nuts and Bolts . . .

June 16 - 29, 2016

July 7 - 29, 2016

Auguust 12 - 19, 2016

September 2, 2016

December 13, 2016

January 6, 2017

March 5 - 30, 2017

July 7 - 20, 2017

August 14, 2017

November 2, 2017

January 25 - 26, 2018

March 22 - 23, 2018

June 13, 2018

October 4, 2018

July 17, 2019

September 25 - 30, 2019

November 24, 2019

December 29, 2019

From the horse's mouth . . .

January 22, 2020

Rectification!

April 21, 2020

Note from June 20, 2016

* The Figure in the article is missing but another report still has the references which are included below

Code for the phishing site accoounts.google.com/. . . along with the associated Google Accoounts login page (both originally from www.phishtank.com):

Google Acco<b><u>o</u></b>unt Phishing WWW site image

Monday, February 24, 2020

A short history of my political awakening . . .

This old codger (having begun my 78th year), officially retired for soon to be 11 years ( but really “semi-retired” since turning 35 years young ), has been ruminating on my life's journey ( part of a book my daughter and I are writing - “Dad and St Francis:  Inconsequential Memories“ ).  So, it has struck me to try and think through when “politics” came into my mind  ‐ it certainly wasn't a topic for discussion around the family dinner table ( or any other family meal's table, for that matter ).  Being from a lower middle class family, we were all struggling to make ends meet ( my brother and I with paper routes and snow shoveling, my Dad with one full-time and one halftime jobs, and my Mom with a halftime job ).

I guess it was when I was a Sophomore in high school, our Social Studies teacher ( Mr. McDonough [ Southwest High School, Mpls ], 1958 ] ) had a homework assignment for teams of two ( in my case, myself and Steve A. ) to choose two news magazines ( we chose Time and Newsweek ) and critique their political stance - as a naive youngster, where to begin?

So, I remember going downtown on the streetcar to the old Minneapolis Public Library ( 10th and Hennepin ) and doing some “card file research” only to be befuddled by the enormity of the task.  And, of course, our presentation was lackluster to say the least.

Then, there's my next youngest brother ( two years younger then myself ) and, until recently, a constant searcher for “the truth” ( now a dyed-in-the-wool member of the Trumpistan universe ).  Who, a couple summers after graduating from high school ( 1962 ), joined the U. S Marines ( 1964 ).  But after the first summer of boot camp in Quantico, VA., and a trek out west to a Bible camp ( Holden Village, Chelan, WA ), and a growing disillusionment with the conduct of the Vietnam War ( this really began for us both in 1965, after the philosophy professors at the University of Minnesota testified for the illegality of the war in front of the ROTC armory on campus and, later, the Vietnam War “teachins” at the University; Students for a Democratic Society [ SDS ] was now a candidate for truth ), on the turn of a dime, drops out of college, and goes to Cuba in 1969 with the Venceremos Brigade ( the FBI was calling our home at least once a week with the question [ mostly answered by my mother ] “Do you know where your son is?” ‐ Duh)!  He shook hands with Castro after the 10th Anniversary of the Cuban Revolution and linked up with Diana Johnstone, for a trip to Paris, meeting Madame Binh, at the peace talks being held there.  Somewhere in this timeline, he switched to the Socialist Worker's Party ( SWP ) and was involved for a number of years selling Monthly Review books across the United States.  Recently, I attended a reunion of old SWPers ( myself not being one [ I've voted Democratic since voting for JFK in 1960 ] but swept in on the coattails of my brother ) at the Green Mill restaurant in Saint Paul, MN.  ( For a more in-depth look at my brother's background see his Hell Raiser:  The Life and Times of an Organizer. )

There was a succession of projects ‐ The Honeywell Project ( he inside, ostensibly working for Honeywell; me outside testifying for alternatives to the Vietnam War, climbing over the fence at the Honeywell Corporate headquarters in Minneapolis, enjoying donuts from the Bouza Bakery [ Tony Bouza was the Chief of Police in Minneapolis and his wife, Erica, was an ardent supporter of the Honeywell Project ] ) while being held in jail, The Burlington Northern Project, Project ELF, Citizens Against Trident-ELF (CATE) testifying for a saner alternative to Project ELF over in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest near Clam Lake, Wisconsin, while living at the Dorea Peace Community, near Turtle Lake, WI, War Tax Resistance ( until the IRS garnished my MSRS retirement account while I was employed by the University of Minnesota ), managing the Catholic Worker Farm near St. Joseph, MN, etc.

Early on he suggested to me ( a 15-16 year old to a 17-18 year old [ we used to read to each other interesting articles that we found in the various volumes of the American People's Encyclopedia from our parent's bookcase ] ) that I read Paul Goodman's 1960 book “Growing Up? Absurd! Problems of Youth in the Organized Society” and that was the real beginning for me on the journey to what I call Conservative Christian Anarchism ( in order to hide it's more “radical” [ in the sense of going to the root { or “Root” cf. Isaiah 11:1-10 } ] foundation ).  Indeed, there was a saving grace throughout in the example of the man Jesus ( not the hocus-pocus stuff ) but the care, concern, respect, ability to respond, knowledge, and provision shown in his relationship with others.

Now, on Medical Assistance with an Elderly Waiver, and fighting invasive squamous cell carcinoma ‐ I'm too old to be much of a fisherman ( with reference to Morris West's 1963 book “In the Shoes of the Fisherman” [ and the 1968 movie ] ).  But I keep thinking that I'm fishing the Blackfoot River.  “Alone, in the half-light of the canyon . . . and, the sound of the waters in the river . . . cut by the world's great flood, running over rocks from the basement of time.  On some of the rocks are timeless rain drops, under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.”

I guess I would have to say that the assembly of my memories are not that “inconsequential” being based on that line from the 1936 book length poem by Carl Sandburg “The People, Yes”:  “This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.  There are [ persons ] who can't be bought.”

And, we recall, Ernest Becker's words on page 4 of the “Introduction” to the second work in his magnum opus - “Escape From Evil” - “The Human Condition:  The Dread of Insignificance"”:  “[ M ]ankind's age-old dilemma in the face of death . . . is the meaning of the thing that is of paramount importance:  what [ human beings ] really [ fear ] is not so much extinction, but extinction with insignificance.  [ Human beings ] want to know that [ their ] life has somehow counted, if not for [ themselves ], then at least in the larger scheme of things, that it has left a trace, a trace that has meaning.  And in order for anything once alive to have meaning, its effects must remain alive in eternity in some way.  Or, if there is to be a ‘final’ tally of the scurrying of [ human beings ] on earth - a ‘judgement day’ - then this trace of one's life must enter that tally and put on record who one was and that what one did was significant.”

Monday, November 18, 2019

In Memory


As I was searching for an appropriate musical piece to commemorate the memory of the 1989 massacre of Jesuits in El Salvador (like We Shall Overcome), I finally landed upon Bruce Springsteen's rendition of Bob Dylan's "Chimes of Freedom Flashing" sung at a concert in East Germany in 1988 (one year before the fall of the Berlin Wall). An estimated 200,000 - 300,000 East Berliners were in attendance and there were 165 curtain calls for the entire concert - highlighting these phrases in the words of the song which follow:

Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position



Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Well, the Muses are at it again . . .

. . . as you can tell from the early hour of this (attempt at a “stream of consciousness”) entry . . . and, this, after sitting in the comfortable chair in the living room and looking out the floor to ceiling (the ceiling is one of those cathedral 22 footers) windows on the rain-washed (yes, quite a bit of rain lately [the folks from Iowa are saying that this is the rainiest it's been since the weather bureau began keeping records there in 1875 {probably one of the “climate change” cycles . . . (yes, but which one you ask? [the subject for another blog, I suppose])}]) attempt at a garden (and, so, why am I [suddenly] reminded of Francois Marie Arouet de Voltaire's “Candide”? [Voltaire vs Leibnitz {Master Pangloss' “metaphysico-theologo-cosmolonigology” - to catch Voltaire's “drift” (if you get my meaning [you just have to love that Voltaire])}] on "Optimism" {Cela est bien dit, mias il faut cultiver notre jardinad infinitum . . .} not to mention John Milton and Alexander Pope]) for about one hour (after awakening at around 1:30 AM 'til around 2:30 AM . . . ).  And, then the approximately one-half hour "setup" (which is what I would like to describe to you) to get online to this blog . . . .

So, gathering the computer bag (with items from yesterday's work [printing labels and stuffing, closing, labeling, and stamping some 90+ envelopes for a Bible school Anniversary Reunion {100th year since the founding, etc.}]) and assorted items which were left on the desk (because two big [and heavy] to carry on the bus [the 8 TB backup HDD, for example]) from the lower level, and heading back upstairs to the desk in the upper level bedroom (where it is a little warmer [hot air rises and the air conditioning seems to favor the lower level {cooler air sinks}]) . . . just the mass of it all is, rather, . . . unnerving . . . .

And, all of the wires, coiling like serpentine snakes from the 7-socket Belkin surge protector (the "Python" of the group) . . . .  First, plugging in the 8 TB HDD (and attaching the 120 GB [SSD] and 60 GB [HDD] [from previous computers {which have either “bitten the dust” (“[God] told the Man:  “Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from, ‘Don't eat from this tree’, the very ground is cursed because of you; getting food from the ground will be as painful as having babies is for your wife; you'll be working in pain all your life long.  The ground will sprout thorns and weeds, you'll get your food the hard way, planting and tilling and harvesting, sweating in the fields from dawn to dusk, until you return to that ground yourself, dead and buried; you started out as dirt, you'll end up dirt . . . .” Genesis 3:19 [ or been upgraded to SSDs . . . }] to it . . . ).

Next, a USB extender (as there are only three USB ports on this laptop [one of which is reserved for the USB “mouse” ‐ I often run out of room on the desktop {having 6 USB ports}]) to which I have, just now, plugged in two 2 GB PNY USB “sticks” - it's alphabet soup on the file explorer.

And, finally, the power source for the laptop (which utilizes the other plugin on the electrical wall socket closest to the desk [and, therefore, this - let it be said - “Rube Goldberg Machine”]).

And, so, this part of my day begins . . . .

But, having written all of this (and read the pdf version of William F. Bottiglia's Voltaire's Candide:  Analysis of a Classic (amongst other works [IN RE: Voltaire]), I now return to the “land of Nod” and leave you (upon awakening for the second time and completing the editing) with OK Go's “This Too Shall Pass.”

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Another "Headbangers Ball" . . . Me[n]tal Mayhem?

Wow, the Trumpenfüher's most recent Tweet storm is - like - raising the dead . . . .

So, how does one trace the "shadowy" figure of Stefan Halper?

Should we begin with Leslie H. Gelb's, July 7, 1983 article Reagan Aides Describe Operation to Gather Inside Data on Carter in the New York Times?

Or, the more recent exposés in the New York Times (NYT - F.B.I. Used Informant to Investigate Russia Ties to Campaign, Not to Spy, as Trump Claims) and Washington Post (WaPo - Secret FBI source for Russian investigation met with three Trump advisers during campaign - turn off your ad blocker)?

Glenn Greenwald in a follow-up story in The Intercept to the NYT and WaPo "revelations" suggests (as if we didn't already know it) that something is fishy in D. C. - see story (and read the comments) here.

And, for even more information (in other words, "follow the money"), read Tyler Durden's story (and the comments) on ZeroHedge - also here.

Now, tell me whether or not your experience was a little like mine, in that the only thing I could think of after kludging through the readings and comments was a picture of a young mother hanging out of the broken window of a Southwest jet going 500 MPH - a real "headbanger" to be certain . . . .



More and more often now I have the feeling that Pontius Pilate had the right question - "What is truth?"

As always, ENJOY!  And, feel free to comment . . .