A Short Story
Twenty-First Century Love
Jan Spreen
https://janspreen.com

1 – A conference
Some time ago I’ve been listening to a very interesting conference about the HIV=AIDS equation. Two of the most important speakers were Dr Chermann, member of the Prof. Luc Montagnier research team in the 1980ies and co-discoverer of the left part of the equation, as he likes to call himself, and Dr de Harven, professor of pathology and director of a Canadian electron microscope laboratory during the 80s, who doesn’t agree at all with the currently admitted HIV and AIDS concept.

Dr Chermann was the first to speak, and he told us a lot of things. For instance, he explained that the famous virus is very difficult to track, because it changes all the time.

He even thinks that all beings might have a different virus. Trying to imagine the difficulties arising when somebody attempts to discover an unknown virus in these circumstances, it became clear to me that his team must have been composed of very talented people indeed. But I started to feel really excited when he pointed out to us the reason why sometimes a virus cannot be found, even if a person was tested HIV positive. In that case, Dr Chermann explained, the viruses are pooling in a place where they cannot be detected. And he simply added: the fact that a virus cannot be seen doesn’t mean that it’s not there.

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We are going on a three-week trip, first to Algarve on the southern Atlantic coast of Portugal, and then to the island of Madeira, a Portuguese “possession?” closest to Morocco. From there we head to Geneva, or thereabouts, to visit our daughter, who will take us on a tour ot southern France. She’s an excellent tour guide and fun traveling companion.

In the past in our travels I have strived to avoid making this blog a travelogue, as in visiting new places I know less than anyone there. I need to just observe and be quiet. I have stumbled on matters that became thrilling blog content, as with the crypt of Eva Peron in Buenos Aires, Argentina, leading to the discovery of her fake death and married life in Michigan, producing a daughter we came to know as the pop singer Madonna, explaining both her fame despite lack of talent at once.

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“It is no random accident that most U.S. presidents have pet dogs in the White House, at considerable taxpayer expense for damaged rugs, furniture and draperies. Consciously and unconsciously , the presence a of loving , obedient, trusting dog produces a positive image of the owner. The president must have a dog. Voters would reject a politician who preferred cats, pigs, boa constrictors, or chimpanzees. (Wilson Bryan Key, The Age of Manipulation, p 134)

Cats, however, are their own creatures. They aren’t social or hierarchical (except in passing). They are only semi-domesticated. They don’t do tricks. They are friendly on their own terms. Dogs have been tamed, but cats have made a decision. They appear willing to interact with people, for some strange reason of their own. To me, cats are a manifestation of nature, of Being, in an almost pure form. Furthermore, they are a form of Being that looks at human beings and approves. (Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life, Page 352) Continue reading “Wilson Bryan Key analyzes, Jordan B. Peterson anthropomorphizes” →

Denial is used by individuals, groups, and even nations to defend themselves against disturbing feelings, contradictions, thoughts, or events. An unpleasant situation is simply rendered nonexistent. Responsibility or blame is projected neatly upon someone else. Repression and denial are often interrelated and undistinguishable. Denial is far subtler than simple lies or misrepresentations. Lies are usually discovered and exposed. Denial is an unconscious mechanism that permits anyone to escape conscious awareness,. Denial can even develop into a powerful conviction. It is often involved in religious fervor, irreconcilable marital conflicts, chauvinistic nationalism, and political or national idealism, and is a frequent aspect of blind faith.

The above words are from William Bryan Key, the guy that wrote Subliminal Seduction, the book that has saved me thousands of dollars over the years in unpurchased deodorant. Specifically, it is taken from The Age of Manipulation: The Con in Confidence, The Sin in Sincere, his 1989 book, page 84. I read Subliminal Seduction back in the 1970s, and it got me looking at advertising, especially ice cubes in liquor ads, but I could never spot much of the perversions going on there on my own. I’d like to read it again, but the most recent Amazon offering is pricing it at $153. It’s become a collectors’ item.

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I am reading Foucalt’s Pendulum, by Umberto Eco. It is a slow walk, as I find my self looking up quotes at the beginning of chapters written in foreign languages, and lots of words that are new to me. For instance, see below, idée fixe, meaning an obsession. I’ll try using that in a sentence later today, and see if it impresses. This morning I came across the following, and am now wondering which of the four listed categories I fall in. Am I a cretin, a fool, a moron or lunatic? I have to be one, as the speaker, Belbo, claims we are all one of them. Or, worse yet, am I a hybrid? Reminds me of the Andy Williams song, What Kind of Fool am I? Honestly, given mistakes I make, and the great certitude I apply, I can only be a maroon, Bugs Bunny’s word for moron.

I transcribed what follows and skipped around, eliminated quotation marks and other punctuation.

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I am no example of freedom of thought, as I came of age when TV first came on the scene, and even though it was black and white and grainy, I was completely invested. Dad fought it, but he was never around to control it, so he left messages behind, called “directives”, which my brother and I scoffed at. One time he monkeyed with the wiring on the set before he left for his private drinking town 115 miles awaay, and I quickly figured out what he had done and fixed it. We never talked about it.

My older brother and I were latchkey kids. Mom had to work to pay the bills so we came home to an empty house and the TV each day. But it was Three Stooges, that sort of thing. One time in the evening we were watching some show about the Revolutionary War, and it showed General Washington in a tent at Valley Forge with a young black soldier, and he was telling him that he should be patient, that things would get better, but only gradually. Mom came marching out of the kitchen and stood in front of the TV and said something like “They are showing people from back then saying words that were written yesterday.” That was memorable, it is called, I know now, “presentism”, and it is everywhere. She had a brain, never really applied it to anything however. These days she would have been in college.
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Note to Readers: I had for years heard about a CIA Memo that recommended use of the words “conspiracy theory” in dealing with critics of the Warren Report on the death of President John F. Kennedy. I have printed it in full below. Note that 1) There is no person by the name of Clayton P. Nurnad, author, anywhere on Earth, and 2) the document is dated April 1, 1967, April Fools Day. Further, I learned after writing this post that the document was released by CIA after a Freedom of Information Act request by the New York Times. I regard the newspaper of record to be spooky itself. Taking all of this into account, I conclude that there is nothing to the memo, that it has no impact and no force, and was CIA merely having a laugh at skeptics expense. What a waste of time!

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Use of the term “conspiracy theory” is in wide circulation now, and was first used in the post-JFK era in 1967 in a CIA memo since made public. The document can be found online, and I have reprinted it below. As used these days, the term gives ordinary people a tool to use to attack smarter people who suffer natural skepticism in the face of official “truth”.  These are generally people who can think properly and who are naturally skeptical. I am not referring to flat earthers or people running around claiming that every other beautiful starlet is a man in drag. I am referring to people who deal with the “truth” of the major events of our times, like JFK/RFK/MLK, 9/11, Covid and on and on, and who are simply skeptical. This is our sin: doubt.

These days the term appears everywhere, and in practical use has the effect as a “thought stopper”. As soon as some clown says “Watcha got there, a conspiracy theory?”, the term “tinfoil hat” makes its way into the conversation, and the skeptical person is cowed into silence by those of lesser intelligence. In other words it is a tool, used by clowns, to prevent smart people from speaking their minds in public. It is simply brilliant.

This morning I took a trip through the 1400-word memo. It was written by Clayton P. Nurnad, and there is no biographical data available on him. Ancestry.com turns up no information on such a person. Forebears.io/surnames, with a database of 31 million names, turns up no Nurnad. Given that, I think it safe to speculate the name is made up, typical of a spook agency. We have no idea who wrote it.

I have underlined various sentences and phrases I found interesting.  I note with interest that:

1. The document relies on the two-party system and disagreements between them as a real thing, so that it says that Gerald R. Ford, a Republican, would not hold his tongue for sake of Democrats, and likewise Senator Richard Russell, a Democrat vs Republicans. CIA surely knows this to be nothing more than a masquerade.
2. Further, it states that Oswald was a loner, and so would not /could not be a CIA employee. (Not necessarily that, but this man Oswald, an actor, was a good one.)
3. Finally, it suggests CIA employ “propaganda assets” to negate and refute critics of the Warren Report. (I do wish this Nurnad guy had named them.)

There’s more than that to digest, of course. But do note that the word “conspiracy” appears only six times, and “conspiracy theorist only once. However, since the time of this memo, the words have become common fodder for those of lamer perceptive abilities to crush detractors by use of the CT meme, and other pejoratives like “tinfoil hats.” Did this memo intend to set off such a parade of num-nuts in charge? I doubt it. That came later. However, while TV and crime and news shows often show conspiracies among Arabs (terrorists), Mexicans (cartels), pedophiles (Epstein), Italians (mobsters), Chinese (everywhere!!!), and on and on, they do maintain the fiction otherwise expressed in the memo, that conspiracy on the large scale would be impossible to conceal in the United States. This I assume because someone would talk, and further that we have a real journalists and a burrowing news media.

A guy with a name like Nurnad surely knows of what he speaks.

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The above is a well-formed human skull. For most of us, this is what we have under our skin by age 20 or so, and will not change for the rest of our lives. Imagine this lies under all our faces.

Note a few things about this skull: The nose cavity is flush with the face, so that the human nose itself, made of flexible cartilage and other stuff, can be altered in appearance. It can be shortened or flattened, or a sharp piece of plastic can be inserted to make it pointier. Plastic surgeons often do this sort of thing.

But understand, the nose itself cannot be moved on the face. Bone structure prevents that.

Note the same with the ears – they too are made of cartilage and other stuff, and can be made smaller or be tucked. But their location on the head cannot be changed.

Most importantly for my purpose here, note the eye sockets. They too are in place by age twenty or so, and do not change throughout our lives*. They will always be in the same place on the head, and the distance between them will remain constant until death. They are, after all, bone material.

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The older one gets, the more it becomes clear that it is a great mistake not to have been brilliant when very young. Difficult to arrange, I realize, but for the splendid saving of time it is to come into one’s intelligence early! Alexis the Tocqueville, who so handsomely did, is a case very much in point. He was not a traditional genius, at least not at the blazingly-high-IQ-learn-six-languages-while-writing-and-oboe-concerto-at-11-years-old sort of genius. The young Tocqueville was indeed a genius of perception, of the type that Henry James would describe as someone “on whom nothing is lost.” He was a man assailed by perceptions, observations, insights. Where others were confused by the jumble of life about them, he was fascinated by it; where they saw chaos, he perceived patterns. No phenomenon – be it a certain kind of personality, a common thread tying together a group, or the character of an institution – could pass before him without his working his way to a determination of its underlying cause, reason for being, ultimate significance. His was an intelligence organized for almost perpetual intellectual penetration. (Introduction to Democracy in America, by Alexis de Tocqueville, Bantam 2002 edition, by Joseph Epstein. Link to Gutenberg Book 1, Book 2)

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I just clipped and saved the image to the left, and then when I went to download it to this post could not find it. Finally I traced it to a file in my photographs called “Family Photos”, and I was going to move it to another file and then realized, wait, that’s probably the right place for it!

The man in the photo is Alfred E. Newman, a creation of William Gaines, also the man who gave us Mad Magazine. It still exists, part of DC Comics, but, you know, like the Beach Boys, still on tour, it’s not the same as it was. I have just a couple of stories about Mad Magazine, the first of which involves urban legends.

I was led to believe that William Gaines was a talented artist and humorist who could not find employment anywhere in entertainment or publishing because he was Jewish. In fact, his father, Max Gaines, was the publisher of All-American Comics division of DC Comics. In 1947 his father was killed in a motorboat accident on Lake Placid, and so Gaines quit school to take over the family business, EC Comics. He did OK, and otherwise was on his way to a career as a teacher. Instead, he worked in comic books. I find that a nobler profession.

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