Author: Mark Tokarski

Just a man who likes to read, argue, and occasionally be surprised.

The palace of misdirection

My purpose in writing this is to link to Jon Rappoport, who today is republishing an article called Smoking Gun: Fauci states COVID PCR test gas fatal flaw; confession from the “beloved” expert of experts.

This is important information, but I think that Rappoport is missing a critical element. Anthony Fauci has stated, as cited by Jon,

“…If you get [perform the test at] a cycle threshold of 35 or more…the chances of it being replication-competent [aka accurate] are miniscule…you almost never can culture virus [detect a true positive result] from a 37 threshold cycle…even 36…”

Fauci is not lying here. He is misdirecting. He’s admitting here that replication cycles in excess of 35 using the PCR machine destroy the credibility of the results.*** He’s leaving out some critical words: “for its intended purpose.” The PCR machine test is an amazing tool process that can be used to compare strands of DNA and RNA, and tell us if the strands match or not. That’s the limit of its usefulness, but it has dramatically changed our lives, opened wide the field of law enforcement, and many others. It is the basis for “DNA evidence” that is now so widespread and talked about everywhere. This amazing invention can find one grain of sand from all the sand on all of the California beaches.
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Polio … a rose by any other name

You’d never guess I was once a CPA, as my storage system is chaos. But then, maybe I just wasn’t a very good CPA. I have a stack of papers on the bottom shelf of my bookcase, crawling with 3M flags, and in no order. I come across something and think “Hmm, I want to hang on to that,” and then forget about it. Yesterday I was asked for information on Covid, and before deciding not to provide anything to someone who can look and discover for his or herself, I went through the stack. In so doing I came across a list of 57 points of information concerning poliomyelitis. In looking for this list on the Internet, I found that it was compiled by Forest Maready, and that it does not exist in the form I have it, but rather now exists as 36 points, the last 21 absent, on a Twitter feed. I have tried but cannot find a way to move the last 21 points from paper to screen in readable form. Maybe it does not matter.

Maready is a prolific author, his first and maybe most important book called The Moth in the Iron Lung. That title will be self-explanatory when I am done, and perhaps even obvious to many readers. But first, I want to present a graph:

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Hacks

Hannah Einbender

“One of my favorite episodes of this podcast is the one that you did with Judd Apatow. It felt like something that I as a young comic needed to hear.  I know for a fact that it helped me. I am like … we … climate change it’s here, the world is ending, like what is the fucking why? Why hide? Why not just tell the truth? We are propelling so rapidly towards the Big D, and that is death. So why not just share your experience and your truth?” (Hannah Einbender, speaking on Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend podcast August 22, 2021)

Ms. Einbender is one of the stars of a show called Hacks, seen on HBOMAX. I’ve not yet seen an episode but may do so now. Those who know me understand that I regard Climate Change as a gigantic hoax that runs alongside Covid as part of the efforts of certain ruling elements to limit human freedom and imprison us, both in mind and body in an unrelenting state of fear. Her comment to Conan O’Brien on this podcast made me stop it in its tracks, and get her statement down in writing.

I am not writing this to belittle Einbender, or to set her straight. She is only 26 years old, and will have, God willing, decades of life ahead of her so that she might look back and see her current dystopian attitude as part of a lifelong learning process.

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Ian and Sylvia, Karen and Richard

This is going to be a meandering piece, and I only know generally where it is going. I do know it ends with Karen Carpenter, so if you do not care for her music, I urge you, GET OUT NOW!

My music preferences have shifted dramatically over my life. When a kid, I liked the Beatles and 60s rock and roll, of course, though I now avoid anything remotely Beatle. The music of that period was a contrived force, the product of pretenders, performed, for the most part, by the Wrecking Crew (or a British equivalent).

I used to do a Public Access TV interview show in Billings, Montana, in the early 1990s called Piece of Mind. That’s why I named the blog as I did. Also, though I did not save anything from my school years, I oddly have an essay I wrote, eighth grade or so. It was not very good of course, not well thought out or directed. At the end I wrote that all I wanted was “peace of mind.” I had an unquiet mind, even then, I guess.

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“Fear always spreads from ignorance” (Emerson)

(This is another post about Climate Change, aka Global Warming that is not happening, with links to two sources, aka “evidence”.)

I have come to understand that propaganda techniques have not changed over time. I was barely cognizant in the 1950s, and yet when in grade school knew there was a man named Joseph McCarthy, and that he claimed that President Eisenhower (by that time out of office) was a communist, along with many other politicians and people like Hollywood screenwriters. How could I not be aware, even if just a deeply deluded child? The McCarthy movement had deceit as its central purpose, and Joe was just an actor. Here’s how it was run:

  1. It was all over the media. It was on TV, both news about and the hearings themselves. It was all over radio, newspapers, and in movie newsreels.
  2. All the cacophony of voices said the same thing, that McCarthy was crazy and wrong. There was constant yelling.
  3. It was incessant, that is, we could not escape it. As with Watergate, another propaganda operation, we just wanted it to end.
  4. Its intended effect was the opposite of its apparent effect. It divided the public, and those who supported McCarthy were convinced by  the tone of opposition to him that he was on the right path.
  5. It cemented in everyone’s mind that there really was a subversive force called Communism.

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THE MUSICAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX—Part #2 (Ladies Only Edition)

By Cranky Yanky

I want to thank Mark for graciously providing space for me to vent. Although, after spending thirty minutes attempting to present a “mission statement,” I’ve realized that I have no mission since we are already chin deep in this quagmire called modern society. There will be no more proving or convincing. The lines are drawn, the die is cast. Still, I invite you all to join me in my ritualistic (though admittedly rudimentary) exorcism of musical vampiric energies.       

In conspiracy circles, it is widely accepted that promoted musicians have “sold their soul.”  I will go a step further and state that oftentimes their souls are sold FOR THEM by family members and handlers seeking power and wealth.  All of us are MK Ultra victims to some extent, but the talented and charismatic children of influential families often are given the MK Ultra crash course and are not to be envied, much less idolized.  They enjoy fame and fortune, but often at the cost of a lifetime of servitude (if they’re lucky) to narcissistic vampires who exploit their talents while envying their achievements.

Then again, many of them are just egotistical and entitled douchebags.  Take your pick.

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Postcard from a quiet campground

One of my favorites views, from Island Lake, Lonesome Mountain front and center.

We’ve done a lot of hiking, my wife and I, these past 26 years. Needless to say, distances used to be farther, and a mile seemed a shorter distance than now. I am embarrassed to say that a mere two mile walk, 700 feet elevation gain, a few days ago, seemed longer and harder than that. But what can we do? Everything, every one ages, some slower, some faster. 

First a side trip, not about a hike, but an encounter. We had settled in to Island Lake Campground last week, and set up for a four day stay. It rests at 9,500 feet in the Wyoming Beartooth Mountains, and has long been a favorite of ours.  Not only is it nice to start out a hike at that elevation, but these days we bring kayaks with us, circumnavigating the lake before breakfast (but at my insistence, only after coffee). 

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Fascia

It was sometime in 1988 or 1989 that I sat on my couch reading. In those days I was intent on solving the Kennedy assassinations. I needed to break away from it, as it was obsessive behavior, and yet … I knew if I pushed and pushed that something might give way, and I might attain some new and unforeseen insight. What I got was not the insight I was looking for. It took me by surprise. 

I remember the moment well … reading a book written by ex-FBI agent William Turner and some guy named Warren Hinckle (both most likely controlled opposition), called The Fish is Red. (Those words were secret code and used to start the Bay of Pigs affair.) I paused, looked up at the ceiling in a nearby hallway and realized that there was nothing to fear in the USSR, and that the Cold War was not real. At that moment I experienced for the first time in my life since early childhood …  freedom. I felt a weight lifted off me. I could breathe freely. I had lived in a state of fear for most of my life, deliberately put there by our leaders. I was either 38 or 39 years of age. They took a good chunk of my life from me. 

Of course, after this realization, on 11/9/1989 the Berlin Wall came down. Such was my power!  (Europeans list dates as day/month rather than our convention, so that they would list that day as 9/11.)

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Kary Mullis at Teds, how to tie a shoe, and a squirrel saga

Not much will be coming from me over the next week or ten days, but I did throw together some assorted odds and ends below. Stay safe. Be well. Be smart. Be brave, all of us.

Mullis here is talking about surfing and the 17th century, very interesting. He then talks about how he invented the PCR machine, and did so by not listening to authority figures, instead relying on himself. Most importantly, at 19:40 he talks about the nature of scientific research and how it was co-opted by money after WWII. Better yet, at 21:40, he completely blows climate change out of the water. Well worth a listen.

Even as he does this, the Wikipedia banner is laced across the page as follows:

They cannot let an opportunity to spew their propaganda go by. [See PS]

I don’t much truck at TED TALKS, especially since seeing lifetime actor Sue Klebold go on there about her (fictitious) son, Dylan, one of the two Columbine ghosts who supposedly shot up the place in 1999. But, below the fold here, is one of the most useful TED Talks I’ve ever seen. I was constantly annoyed by shoelaces on hiking boots coming unraveled while hiking and walking. This video put an end to the problem. Decide for yourself. It is 3:00 minutes.

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