This blog is not monetized. I don’t care about making money. I do that in my private life, and that supports this. Costs are modest.

I do not seek followers. They are here because of what we write. The numbers, sometimes impressive, are a mystery. What do you think? What do you read? Do we matter or do we merely flow in and out of your email? I don’t know. When you come here, we get a “hit.” What does that mean? Did you read? Think? If you see a long paragraph or long piece, do your eyes avoid it? Do you move on?

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H.Lorenzo Malowane. Publisher/G.M. The New Agora. www.newagora.ca

We are, all of us, living in a dream, and although we get plenty of direction, good and ill, it is all, every bit of it by our own making. We create the day to day of our lives, all of it, most choose to follow what they’ve been told forever, never realizing they have the power to choose again. Not fight the dream, or circumstances they dislike or hate, but to make a new one.

Trick: let go of the old, the good, bad, ugly, comfortable and not. If you’re happy where and how you are, by all means, stay and live the ride, but if you’re not….happy, too afraid, nervous, stressed, not living to what you know could be your best, and you feel like something must be done, well it’s true, something must be done, and, alas, it must be done by you.

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Face masks are symbolic,  nothing more. Each one should have printed on it the words “I submit.” Public officials are becoming more strident. They are now touting false positive PCR tests as evidence of “asymptomatic carriers” of a disease never proven to exist apart from normal cold and flu season, caused by a virus that has never been isolated.

Here is a real exchange – we were at the Mammoth Hot Springs hotel to use the rest rooms. My wife, grandson and I walked past the sign requiring face masks inside, they to the johns, me to stand about. A woman approached me. Keep in mind that the hotel is closed, the building empty.

“Sir, you have to wear a face mask.”

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Cooke City, Montana: I am sitting here in the Super 8, perhaps the only new building constructed in this small gateway to Yellowstone in the past fifty years.  It brings the illusion of modernity.  It is probably a franchise. It is however, just like every other business in this town, undercapitalized. It doesn’t take much scratching to see under the surface.

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Our camping vacation was cancelled by some nameless masked freak hidden away in some office somewhere in the beltway, or Geneva or Seattle. Once we learned we had nowhere to go, I approached the ranger near the Park entrance at Silvergate, Montana. He saw me coming, and left his booth. Before he got close to me, the pussy put on his mask! “We were told Pebble Creek Campground was open now, and it is closed. When will it open?” He shrugged. “Why is it closed?” He shrugged again and made some reference to to, you know, this stuff going on around us.

We have resources and will simply do other stuff while here.  We are not hurting. So don’t shed a tear that we drove eleven hours based on the offerings of the Park Service website, and then had the rug pulled. The bastards don’t give a shit. In this world where everyone fears a case of the sniffles, common courtesy takes a back seat.

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