We just returned from the Beartooth Mountains and Yellowstone National Park, and a week of only sporadic contact with the outside world via the Internet. We also stopped in Billings for an impromptu class reunion – there were twelve of us. Let’s see, my class rank in my graduating class was 87th … I am guessing here, but I think in that class we had a total number of students of … 87?
We hiked over a long, long twelve miles down Pebble Creek, which gave us chance to catch up with old friends. Paul, a man of Norwegian extraction, is a retired pharmacist and former small plane pilot. Walking in the wilderness with him is such a treat, as he notices everything. My head is usually off in the clouds, while he notices tree markings, plants, antiquities.
On one hike, not this one, Paul spotted an unusual shaped rock in the middle of the trail, took out his knife and dug it out. It was a rock that someone hundreds of years ago had chipped away at to form a meat cleaver. Paul even explained why it was done – remote hunting location, there was no sense in carrying tools, so that pre-European ancestors made them on the spot and discarded them when done. How many hundreds of people walked over that rock and saw, like me, nothing unusual?
Mary, his wife, is a nurse and has her own quiver filled with varied interests. She and I discussed something that people our age think quite a bit about … cancer. I asked her if she was familiar with the scandal surrounding the polio vaccine, and how millions of doses had to be pulled off the market due to contamination … she was not familiar with the story, a major scandal in the 1950’s.
Interesting, I thought, how we know what we know, but more importantly, how we do not know what we do not know. I told her of the death of the top-notch researcher, Dr. Mary Sherman, in New Orleans in 1964, and of the recent appearance on the scene of an odd-duck and suspicious character, Judith Vary Baker, who claims that she worked with Mary Sherman, David Ferrie and Lee Harvey Oswald in New Orleans in 1963 … of how a monkey virus infected the vaccines …
Mention of the name Lee Harvey Oswald produced a mind-shut in friend Mary. It was interesting to observe her conditioning. The topic was no longer interesting because of that name. She has been conditioned to avoid that type of reading, and immediately discounted any sources I might offer.
“Thought control” is what that is called. Look about. It is everywhere.
On our long drive home yesterday I listened to an interview with Mike Enoch and “Seventh Son”, who are the voices behind The Right Stuff podcast and blog. They were entertaining, and reminded me of how people love to talk of enemies in the abstract, never actually coming face-to-face with them. Enoch and Seventh Son have constructed a fairy tale vision of the left, a classic scarecrow. I will check it out but am betting that on their podcast they do not entertain any lefty guests. Better to talk about than to someone, as personal contact leads us to finding out we are more alike than different.
These two guys are “libertarians.” It’s a failed philosophy, like so many others, and they seem to know it. They admit that their ideal world can never exist but in abstract. There are lots of reasons for that, they say, but the real one, the one they avoid, is this: When libertarianism is put into practice, catastrophe follows. Like Marxism, it quickly turns to shit when put in the hands of real people.
We awoke in a motel yesterday morning after a night of heavy rain. The electricity was out, and we packed and left, passing through quiet and dark Silver Gate and Cooke City Montana on the way out. It was romantic to see darkened windows with no people about … almost as if we were leaving a ghost world.
We drove over the Chief Joseph Highway in heavy fog, marveling at how in our politically correct world they can still call a hill “Dead Indian” Peak.
Our friend Becky has spoken of the Heart Mountain Detachment, a prehistoric landslide of unimaginable proportionals depositing huge chucks of land miles away from its origin. Heart Mountain, near Cody, Wyoming, is the most prominent, but remnants are all over the place and easily seen by the discerning eye. Becky has that. I do not.
Heart Mountain is also the site of one of the concentration camps used to house Japanese citizens from the west coast during World War Two. At its height, over fourteen thousands lived there. At first a shabby outpost, the place eventually sported schools, playgrounds and hospital – a decent enough life for a concentration camp, perhaps testimony to some humanitarian traits in our population. Occupants were let go in November of 1945 with $25 and a railroad ticket. They had lost everything but that.
In the late 1980’s a formal apology was issued by the government, claiming that the episode was a result of “war hysteria, racial prejudice, and failure of leadership.” Oddly, that sounds true.
Don’t know where I’ve been, don’t know where I am going. I came across an important passage from Norman Mailer, whose novel Harlot’s Ghost I am reading. In it, two spooks, themselves unsure of what goes on around them, are talking about Cold War spy craft. One says to the other
It’s to our advantage, therefore, in many an operation, to leave behind just a bit of our spoor— just a trace. The spoor will consume a thousand hours of investigation for every hour they gain by the product. Not at all routine to bring off, Harry, but demoralizing to the opponent.”
Indeed. In the past year I read John Armstrong’s “Harvey and Lee,” a thousand pages of sincere research on the phenomenon we call “Lee Harvey Oswald,” at least two men. I wanted to see what the experts were saying about the book (published in 2004), as I found the compilation of hard evidence impressive. What I found was back biting and infighting as self-professed experts grabbed on to territory … a waste land.
Is it important to know that there were two Oswalds, and that the one killed by Jack Ruby was probably an eastern European immigrant who spoke fluent Russian and was planted in the USSR as a spy before being set up as the patsy in the JFK murder?
Yes, it is important to hold that information, as it leads one to a bigger and better world view.
It is not useful, however, to dwell on it. It helps to know as we move forward how much deceit lay around us. Nothing in our news is true, even as much of it is factual.
The recent Charleston shootings, Dylann Roof, for instance, is another of those massacres solved immediately by our vigilant news media … I know now to wait. More and better information will come out, and we’ll discover a military or civil defense drill going on, some fake victims, some acting, and Roof himself will be kept from public view. Perhaps (if not killed) he’ll be given a show trial, as was poor Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.
Some time, if you are of a curious bent, do some reading about “Strategy of Tension.”
More and better information will come out, but like our friend Mary, people will know instantly to avoid it, as thought control demands that curiosity be squelched. In this crazy effing land, incuriosity is seen as a virtue. That’s what self-appointed smart people do – they don’t think well if they think at all. That is how they manage to survive this place.
Oh well, I am getting on in years, and know far more than I did when at age 38 I first opened a book that challenge me to think a new thought. It’s hard to look at those about me, caught up in NPR or FOX or libertarianism or fake history and realize that I was them once, so to forgive and understand.