I highly recommend that you vote, cheer on your favorite sporting team, and attend church regularly. All are equally effective.

Since I have entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in commerce and manufacture are afraid of somebody, afraid of something. They know there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when the speak in condemnation of it. (Woodrow Wilson, circa 1912)

I have grown more detached and distant from partisan politics since I began to understand it better – a mere distraction. This is not to say that the offices held by various officials are not important, but rather that our selections usually guarantee that no true outsider ever makes his or her way in. Further, office holders are usually corrupt – in fact, corruption is a qualification for office, as it makes a person easier to control.

So I imagine that even relatively decent people who make their way of high office, if not compromised beforehand, are after. Washington is a world of eavesdropping, easy sex and bribes, and two-way mirrors. And if no controversy exists, one can be manufactured.

So I don’t think voting matters. Any way we look at it, we lose.

The office of president is not cast to the wind, however – it is too powerful, too important, to be left in the hands of amateurs. The people who happen to grace that office can be highly astute or very dumb, from Rhodes Scholars and professors to mere caretaker generals to very dumb men like George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan. The dumb ones don’t actually take part in policy discussions – in fact, Reagan was shunted to the side and ignored after his attempted assassination right after taking office. We really had twelve years of George H.W. Bush.

It’s all interesting, however, and I’ve stumbled across this before … that Theodore Roosevelt, trust buster, was actually a JP Morgan man, and was persuaded to run as an independent in 1912 to weaken Howard Taft and clear the way for Wall Street’s preferred candidate, Woodrow Wilson.

It makes me reflect on my own ill-considered support for Ralph Nader in 2000, whose only impact was to weaken Al Gore. I don’t care about Gore, just another phony, but I wonder about Nader’s genuineness creds, and of course feel abused and ashamed at being played so easily.

We’ve had a string of interesting men in office, however, and Barack Obama and Bill Clinton are not fools – I imagine each is (was) actively involved in formulating and carrying out mischievous US policy, always subject to oversight, of course,

Which leads me to something that just floors me, it is so intriguing. I don’t know what it means. I believe in coincidence – it has deeply affected my own life. But this is so strange …

Hale Boggs, father of NPR correspondent Cokie Roberts, was a member of the Warren Commission, but a disgruntled one. He only signed on to the final report reluctantly and under pressure. He later became an open critic of the report, wanting a new and better investigation of the JFK murder …

…except, he died in a plane crash in Alaska, his body never recovered. That’s very fishy, and sounds like murder, but without a body, there is no crime to investigate. That event is not uncommon in American politics where small planes are deadly for dissidents of all stripes. The Kennedy family alone has lost three members to small planes, almost a fourth.

Here’s what is so intriguing: Boggs was driven to the airport that morning, October 16, 1972, by a young man whose name we all recognize … William Jefferson Clinton.

The community organizer does not fit the profile

In attempting to understand American politics, it is wise to ignore received information – the stuff we are given by mainstream media. We tend to internalize it without question. It could be just fluff, or cover.

The
The “Community Organizer”

One aspect of the career of Barack Obama that simply does not fit with his beliefs and personality is a stint he did in Chicago in the 1980’s as a “community organizer.” It is plain to see from his record in the White House that he is neither a leftist nor an idealist. He is cagey, smart and secretive. What then was he up to?

There is so much mystery around this man that it is hard to know, but safe to assume, that he was doing something other than what we were told. During this time he formed relationships with Bill Ayers, Bernadine Dohrn and the Rev. Jeremiah Wright.

Dohrn
Dohrn
Ayers
Ayers

Ayers and Dohrn bear the hallmarks of agents provocateur:

  • Their activities in the 1960’s were widely publicized. Like another agent provocateur of that time, John Kerry, they were moved to the front of the line in media coverage of dissent.
  • They became magnets for true radicals of the era.
  • They led them it acts of violence, which discredited their movements.
  • They faced minimal consequences for their behaviors, having charges dropped and jail sentences minimized.
  • Most importantly, unlike so many other radicals of the era, they are still alive. Neither has been run over by a car.
Wright
Wright

The Rev. Wright seems a genuine man of great influence in the black community. Obama struck up a friendship with him that he described as almost familial.

From this sketchy beginning, I would venture forward on the theory that Obama was not a “community organizer,” per se, but rather a mole, or infiltrator. In this role he would follow in his mother’s footsteps, as she apparently did similar work in Indonesia in the 1960’s prior to the violent purges in that country that left hundreds of thousands dead.*

The US Government has long had an active interest in ground-level organizing in the black community. If there is ever to be an uprising in this land, it is there. So it is no coincidence that black leaders are routinely spied on, compromised, framed, jailed and murdered, and befriended by moles and infiltrators.

It’s all cursory at this time, of course. But all of the above, taken together with the intense secrecy surrounding Obama’s background, place of birth and education, his “community organizer” stint in Chicago smells bad. There is much to learn, much hidden from view. I operate now on one premise only, something I know to be true: Prior to our presidents being elected, they are selected.
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*Indonesia was a bloody massacre during the time that the one in Indochina occupied center stage. Perhaps due to restraints of troop commitments in Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, the US relied on internal forces to murder 500,000 or more people there, and reform the country more to western liking. The CIA provided the lists, the Indonesian military, in Phoenix style, went about killing the people on that list.

Of worthy and unworthy

I have often written here that if a person seriously undertakes and examination of the research done around the assassination of John Kennedy in 1963, that he or she will gain a better and deeper understanding of our country and how it is run. It is largely a criminal enterprise with department store windows masking the corruption.

We may never know who did shot poor old John, just as we do not know to this day the machinations and agents that brought about such events as the Reichstag fire, the blowing up of the Maine, the attack on the USS Liberty by Israel, Jonestown, the murders of Sadat, Benazir Bhutto, Milošević, David Kelly, Bruce Ivins … on and on.
Continue reading “Of worthy and unworthy” →

The rule of fours

In airline talk, there is what I call the “rule of four,” meaning take any delay they announce multiply by four. So a ten-minute delay will actually be forty. Yesterday we flew from Milan to Frankfurt, and had one hour to get from an A gate to a Z gate in the massive Frankfurt terminal, not knowing where the Z gates were. While waiting in Milan, they announced a ten minute delay in boarding. Oh oh, I thought, forty minutes. We’re cooked.

Happy ending, we are running through the Dufry (duty-free) in the massive Frankfurt air terminal when a Lufthansa employee appears in the distance and yells out out “Denver?” and we shouted “Yes!” and he waved for us to follow and ran ahead of us, handing us off to another person who also ran and took us to the gate where a smiling flight attended said “you can relax now.”

Thank you Lufthansa for taking special care of two people of the 520 or so who were on that flight. (And yes, the delay was not ten minutes. It was forty.)

Look here. Not there.

I am having a bit of a chuckle here this morning as I read the Western media from my perch in Italy. The manipulation is so clear! It is classic “look here, not there” journalism. At the center of everyone’s concern now is the Syrian refugee crisis.

Why?

Well, for one thing, it’s a nice distraction, and a good framework for blaming the enemy of the day, currently the Russians. Consequently, we get to wring our hands, see bodies and bombed out neighborhoods.

The media could easily have show photos of bodies and neighborhoods in Iraq, Libya, Somalia, Lebanon, but did not. They could talk about millions of refugees from those countries bombed by the U.S. and its agents, but they don’t. Do not look there! Look here.

Who is bombing out the neighborhoods, killing the children? The U.S. and it’s agents. Why? What has Syria, the Assad government done, to warrant such a bloody attack?

Nothing. Just like Iraq, just like Libya, nothing. It is aggressive war. It is a contemptible crime of the highest order, the type of crime for which toes twitched at the end of ropes at Nuremberg. It is the U.S. and it’s agents at work. Again.

But now our controlled media says “Oh the carnage! Oh, the humanity!” The hypocrisy is of historic proportion.

Why? Please answer, any one of you foreign policy experts, especially those of you who think party politics has any influence in these matters. Why?

Silence. If you are suddenly concerned about the refugee crisis in Syria, but blissfully unaware of the cause, and if you are not aware of similar and much larger crises among Palestinians and Kurds, Iraqis and Libyans and soon enough Yemenis, please be silent. I will know by the lack of comments below who you are.

Cinque Terre

Manarola, Italy
Manarola, Italy

This part of Italy is called “Cinque Terre”, or five towns. They are primitive tourist towns near a national park with miles of hiking trails, part of the Italian Riviera on the west side of the peninsula.

We had some bad luck – there was a rail strike on Sunday, which delayed our arrival, and then rains the night before last which caused them to close all the trails. The hillsides can be very dangerous.

Luca Brasi, it turns out, does not sleep with the fishes.
Luca Brasi, it turns out, does not sleep with the fishes.

Consequently, we rode the train yesterday to the five towns, Rigamortis, Corningware, Motorola, Vernazza  and Monty Python. Those are not the real names (Vernazza, where we stayed, is the actual name), but that was the only way I could remember them.

Today we travel to Milan, and from there fly home tomorrow. It has been so much fun, but we’ve been gone so long. Italy is like a drug, with its climate and food and wine. The people are beautiful to look at and friendly. The place is affordable. unions are strong, and jobs like bus and train work, waiters and cooks are all held by Italians. There is no need for tipping, as the jobs pay well enough to support them, due to the unions. The trains run on time (when not on strike). The water is clean and fresh, the European coffee is a treat by itself. We don’t eat much, and locals don’t seem to either, so we don’t see too many overweight people (except Luca).

I hope you all have a chance to travel, as we have. We know we are fortunate souls.

September 11th remembered

September 11 should not pass without remembrance of honorable people who died in an act of disgraceful cowardice. A building symbolic of democratic government had its dome blown to bits. A respected president was shot by American Greeen Berets, execution at the hands of thugs. Then followed concentration camps and inquisitions, and a fascist government installed – one of the great criminals of the 20th century, Augusto Pinochet, came to power.

September 11, 1973 was the day the democratically elected government of Chile was overthrown in a US backed coup d’etat. It is a dark day in history.

May we never forget Pinochet or the thousands of victims left in his wake. May we 32 years later vow that it never happens again.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see ….

As I sleep less than most people, I have time to watch videos as the following one, put up by SK over at RD. I listed some reactions there but won’t repeat them here. At this point there are two people capable of sitting through a three hour presentation, me and SK. So I imagine it stops here, but if indeed you do so, please share your reflections below.

If you merely start and quickly stop when you find something disagreeable, please do not share your reflections below.

In Florence, Italy

Well, we left Ljubljana and drove through northern Slovenia and Italy in our rented car. It was a spectacular drive. A few photos follow.

Lake Bled, Slovenia
Lake Bled, Slovenia
Peaks in the Julian Alps, Italy
Peaks in the Julian Alps, Italy
back in the Dolomites, Italy
Back in the Dolomites, Italy

We drove from Ljubljana to Vicenza, a huge mistake – not the drive, but entering an Italian city with a car. They do not mix. There happened to be an annual fair in the city, and parking was hard to find. We ended up parked at the railway station with a warning from the hotel clerk that the car might be towed if left overnight. (There was that to worry about, but with no other parking to be had, we had no choice. It was not towed, and we paid €9.10 to retrieve it the following morning.)

Which reminds me: Mr. CPA here has his numbers backwards – the current exchange rate, dollars to euros is $.89, meaning that euros are worth about $1.10. Oopsie.

And then we drove to Florence. There is no parking to be had in Florence. None for tourists, anyway. Having a car there was foolishness, so we turned it in four days early. That was cheaper than parking in the streets or garages in a place not designed for cars.

Here’s a couple of Florence pictures:

The Duomo
The Duomo

There are naked men all about this city, statues, that is, far outnumbering women. I managed a camera angle on this one to keep it clean or family viewing.

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Ljubljana on my mind

Among the many ghastly offerings given us by PBS, America’s answer to how to stay uninformed and really, really not know it, is a guy named Rick Steves. He is to travel as Doris Kearns Goodwin is to history, all over it like the Rio Grande – a mile wide and one inch deep. His shows offer a brief glimpse of various places, most often in Europe. It’s all done with aging white people in mind, with excellent tips on how to pack (he sells a line of travel books and luggage).

My favorite scenes are those where he pretends to have walked a long staircase to a monument (more often restaurant), gasping for breath after having done the last five as the camera waits. The end of each show is outtakes, or bloopers. Goodness gracious, the humor.

Anyway, we are in Ljubljana, Slovenia, victims of Rick Steves. We bought it, and even rented a car to drive here.

Slovenia is a pretty place, Ljubljana (pronounced “all right Rick, you got us”) is a moderate large city that has awoken in the last 25 years to cars and western dress. At the center of it is an area where cars are not allowed, and which contains fancy clothing stores, restaurants, one of them damned cathedrals (a small one), and three bridges over Ljubljanica River (designed by a famous local architect – if you want to know more, consult Steves. He’s all over Giolvanni Picco.)

Not to be too hard on Ljubljana, a nice place, a bustling city with a long history and many nice things to see and do. But the concept of our trip here, to see the area at the City Center with its shops and restaurants, was Stevism, silliness, a mistake. It is like deciding to visit Colorado, and instead of spending time in the Rockies, spending your whole trip at the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder.

Today we are heading north, if we can find our way out of here. This is the first time we’ve rented a car while traveling abroad. It is a mixed bag … we have freedom, but not really. We are bound to roadways with thousands of other cars. We waited for long periods yesterday due to line painting crews at work, backing up traffic for miles. I think that is known as “the illusion of progress.” Steven Weinberg, the astrophysicist, mentioned this. He noted that it takes as long now to drive from one side of Manhattan Island to the other as it did in the old days of horse and buggies.

We’ll head up to Lake Bled, another Steves recommendation, and with that in mind, will drive by it without stopping. We are all caught up on modern dress and modes of dining. Ideally, we’ll wander through the less well-known parts of The Julian Alps and Northern Italy, stopping who knows where for the night.

One very favorable thing to report to anyone wanting to travel Europe: Once we got out of Switzerland, it got very affordable. Fifty euros will get you through a whole day, including meals. Lodging is cheap. Yesterday we stopped at a grocery store and bought two bottles of wine, crackers and vegetables, and the bill was nine euros (about $7 $11). The wine is not top-shelf, but for my palate, fine wine is overkill. I cannot distinguish between a Cabernet and a Chevrolet. And frankly, in this part of the world, bad wine is a rarity.

Sorry, no photos to show. Consult Steves.