Dear sir:

I do not know where you live (nor do I want to know). I do not know anyone who might read and forward this message to you. But here’s a shot in the dark.

Two things are not in my nature – hatred and vengeance. Of course, in the years since 1987, such thoughts have occurred to me, but you should take great comfort in that those who were harmed that night in March of 1987 merely wanted their lives back. Even Jimmy, who lost 15 years of his life, wanted nothing more than to breathe the air and walk about freely, playing his guitar and living off his justly earned court settlement. We are good people, I suppose you could say, but not unusual people. Most are like us, living their own lives, wanting peace and a little prosperity. Concepts like revenge, even “justice”, are not on our agendas. Life offers neither, and the former, revenge, is only satisfying to actors in TV and movie dramas. In real life, it is self-defeating and empty. It is a tainted effort that harms everyone, giver and receiver alike.

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I rarely publish graphs. It’s been my experience that people for the most part do not know how to interpret them. It must be some specialized teaching that comes about in post-graduate studies. Graphic interpretation should be taught in grade school forward, but is not. Here’s one to ponder, however:

That is a rough cut, I realize, as I cut the page out of a book and scanned it. But here is the important content. The graph is a representation of Northern Hemisphere (NH) temperatures for the last 10,000 years, which we call the “Holocene Interglacial period.” Climate alarmists, steeped as they are in lies and propaganda, have changed the Holocene from an “interglacial period” to an “epoch,” in other words saying that humans have interrupted the normal cycle of events, and that the Holocene, due to warming, will continue on now, in perpetuity. That is scientific trash.

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You might want to avoid reading the following tortuous paragraph. I copied it down while in flight today, as it struck me as so obtuse.

“In his book The Psychology of Totalitarianism, clinical psychologist Mattias Desmet provides and initial explanation of how this surveillance program could be so massively advanced with the help of the corona pandemic. In his sociopsychological analysis, Desmet illustrates “how humanity is being forcibly, unconsciously led into a reality of technocratic totalitarianism, which aggressively excludes alternative views and relies on destructive groupthink, vilifying nonconformist thought as ‘dissent'”. He speaks of mass formation (US-American virologist, immunologist, and molecular biologist Robert Malone later even interpreted this condition as mass psychosis), and he rightly warns, with good reason, “of the dangers of our current social landscape, media consumption, and dependence on manipulative technologies.” This silent unchallenged endurance of the deprivation of freedom by the technocratic standards ultimately amounts to mental enslavement. Thus, the slave trade, which Dunning cites as a historical example of extreme predatory capitalism, Finds its modern counterpart. In his book, Desmet offers simple solutions – both individual and collective – to prevent “our willing sacrifice of our capacity for critical thinking.”

I ask that you not so much pore over the excerpt from the book The Indoctrinated Brain, by Michael Nehls, MD, PhD, as set it aside for later interpretation. On the inside of the back flap of the paper cover of the hardcopy edition, Nehls’ CV reads like the second coming of Obama, “the one”, you know, said to have done so much good, and who is so worshiped by liberals and leftists with spinning spirals in their eyes, oblivious to all the real damage he did to the people of this country. He was a terrible leader in terms of actual accomplishment, but man, he could sell it.

Here’s more from the back cover of the book: 

Based on the long chain of evidence of a targeted neuropathological attack on autobiographical memory, I argue before you, as my jury, for the existence of a two-stage perfidious master plan of indoctrination, implemented by a small elite without regard for life and limb, in full awareness of its implications. […] We have no choice but to resist this assault by building resilience against outside influence, and time is of the essence. 

I think it was the year 2000 or so when I first stumbled on the book Propaganda, by Jacques Ellul. Nehls is aware of the two bombastic classics, Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World. He makes no mention of Ellul, though he would have benefited from reading the tract. Written in the 1960s, Propaganda examined it as practiced in the three great centers at that time: The Soviet Union, China, and the United States. My take was the US was far superior to either of the other two, and that the Soviets even came off as ham-handed. It stands to this day. Nehls apparently does not have a clue that propaganda has been with us and studied and practiced for decades, and that he cannot save us. What we have seen with Covid and Climate Change and the ascent of liberalism behind both is merely what I experienced as a boy growing up in the 1950s and 60s: Total immersion in fear. Frightened people are easier to govern. That’s all.

I did not mean to go off on him like that. I copied the opening paragraph from above from page xxii of the introduction. I am of the studied opinion that if a person cannot think properly, then he cannot write clearly. The opening paragraph I used above … I am not clear on its meaning. I do not regard him as a critical thinker. He does not get his meaning across. He comes off, especially with the inside cover CV and back cover braggadocio, as a pompous ass. And anyway, if he thinks propaganda and mind control only came about in 2020, he’s a loon.

He thinks 911 was real, he thinks that the SARS-CoV-2 virus came from a Wuhan lab, even as that is easily seen as misdirection … look here, not there. He thinks, as the subtitle of the book states, that we folks have mental freedom, and we might lose it.  And since he writes like a pompous ass, he cannot possibly reach the very people he claims to be saving.

I had a private email discussion with a friend of the blog who introduced me to a newspaper called County Highway. It is 20 pages deep, large-style old fashioned newspaper print. While one has to go online to order it ($50 yearly) none of its material is available online. 

Central to our discussion was how we receive and process information. Be honest now, how many here see a long paragraph,

and avoid reading it? Too much work. I do that too. But I often force myself to focus and read long tracts, just as I am going to read Nehls’ book. 

I have friends who proudly claim “I don’t read.” How then do they come by their opinions? They are not thinking, cannot be thinking. They are only receiving information from talking heads, videos,  but it is preprogrammed for them, and they accept it uncritically, having decided in advance which ideas they are open to, and which not. Consequently, they are Zombies. And worse yet, they are shielded, cannot be reached with any counter-information. 

That, Dr. Nehls, is how propaganda works, with captive audiences. If we approach these Zombies with anything the are not preprogrammed to accept as true, their eyes roll and dart, and everything bounces off. They are wards of the state.

It is but a very short walk from deliberately not reading to functional illiteracy. Dr. Nehls, with his overly dense writing and multi-syllabic and not clearly explained wording, can only reach a precious few, probably academics. He is not reaching the very people he imagines he is saving.

And, Orwell and Huxley aside, who wrote during more literate times, the true genius of American propaganda is that we here in the land of the free truly believe we are getting it done, critical thinking-wise. You would think a country big and wealthy as ours could produce a few more mirrors.

We just these past two days had opportunity to take advantage of a generous gift from our son and daughter-in-law to spend time at the Devil’s Thumb Ranch, in the lodge. It is a resort that sits outside of two small towns south of Rocky Mountain National Park, Winter Park and Fraser. We have been to the resort on several occasions before, but have never stayed there, as it is too pricey. We stayed in the nearby towns instead, and traveled out to cross-country ski on the 6,000 acres of trails, all built on roadbed, and many groomed. But this time, combined with a 30% discount by the lodge and a $300 remaining balance, we were able to stay there.

I made an important discovery on this trip: My XC ski equipment is not only outdated, but is old. I felt like Jed Clampett driving that old rig through Beverly Hills as I watched skiers my age zoom past me. It’s not that some of them were skate skiers, who are naturally fast, but regular Nordic skiers were going so much faster too. I talked to a gal at the rental desk before we left, and she said that over time XC skis have gotten much skinnier. Devil’s Thumb is mostly groomed, but I have to ski outside the grooves as the edges of my skis rub against the inside of the groove, creating friction. But I also noticed that skiing flat I could not generate much speed.

Time to buy new skis, I said. My ever-thoughtful wife suggested that when we go to DT, we rent. That would be twice a year, tops. Nordic skiing down where we live, near Conifer, is spotty at best. Even when we get good snow, which we often do, it usually turns to ice or mush quickly, as our normal winter temperatures are in the thirties or higher. Most people around here are snowshoers or fat bikers. Neither appeals to me, but they are adapted to the weather here.

Speaking of old but still useful (me), we own a 4Runner that we purchased in 2005 and that has 220,000 miles on it. In 19 years it has never failed us, or even failed to start. This year I put rock salt in the back for weight and safety, and we have all-terrain tires on it. So yesterday we awoke abut about 5:30 AM, and the Starbucks at Safeway, ten miles away, opens at 6 AM. It was snowing heavily, so much so that if I put bright headlights on, it was hypnotic. But we did not hesitate, even for a second, to hop into the 4R and head down the road. The 4R is that dependable, probably the best investment we ever made.

Which reminds me, as I am going to write about Michael Mann below. I have an idea for a vacation for him. I want him to fly to Bakersfield, California, and rent a vehicle, ideally an EV (electric vehicle), and then drive across Death Valley.

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I was stunned by the recent court case in DC wherein Mark Steyn, Canadian pundit, was ordered to pay $1 million in punitive damages to Michael Mann. I listened to reenactments of that trial for eight days straight, and came away after the verdict suspicious that Steyn had deliberately walked us into a trap. This cannot have been a real trial. It was like watching a baseball team where one team scored homers and doubles and feasted as its players circled the bases, only to have the umpires declare the game in favor of the team that did not score. It was that bad. The defense feasted on Mann’s team. They played poorly, scored no runs, and yet Mann was awarded a stunning victory. That does not happen in real life. This was a staged event, I am quite certain. But if it is consolation, the $1 million award is fake too.

My only puzzle is how a jury was selected that would come down with such a ludicrous verdict. The answer is simple, I suggest … they were mere spectators, hired to show up, nothing more. The verdict was written in advance, and on Mann’s side, it was understood that no matter how poorly they performed, they would win. This was the only reason why Mann even sat through it, as he was embarrassed and humiliated throughout. The $1 million is “punitive” damages, and that sums it up. Mann’s been raked over a coalbed in the years since his “Hockey Stick” came to be, with scientists deriding it as poorly constructed and designed to come up with a predetermined outcome. He was given a chance to punish his critics in a fake trial, and took it.

Several things that tend to add to this claim that the trial was fake:

The courtroom selected for the trial is small with low ceilings and poor ventilation. It was hot and stuffy throughout. Why not a better venue? No one cared about it. Finally, after repeated complaints from Steyn, they moved to a larger venue.

Also, the jurors were perpetually late, slowing down the proceedings. Most judges would not put up with that, and in fact can levy fines for tardiness. The judge in this affair did nothing, perhaps because they were just actors, and he couldn’t do anything.

Mann’s team submitted false evidence to the jury, claiming that Mann had lost out on a $9 million grant due to the articles that led to the lawsuit. This evidence was shown to the jury. The real number was something like $112,000. The defense demanded the evidence be withdrawn and the jury told to ignore it. The judge did nothing. That’s grounds for appeal.

During jury selection, Bill Nye, the “science” guy, was allowed to sit with the potential jurors and cajole them about his very good friend, Mann. That by itself is grounds for appeal.

The words “punitive damages” were never to my knowledge uttered throughout the proceedings until the closing argument by the prosecution at the end, and in an “oh by the way” manner. I suggest he did this because he knew what was coming down and wanted it to be not out of the blue.

Anyway, it was a trial where all of the proceedings favored the defense in every way, and where the prosecution did nothing of note for its client, and where the prosecution won hands down. Fake, fake, fake.

But there cannot be an appeal of a fake proceeding, right? So this trial, fake as it was, stands as precedent and warning to anyone who wants to take on the climate alarmists. Even if their science is junk, be wary, as they are juiced, and backed by very powerful forces. They shoot to kill.

The title above is a take on a quote by Woody Allen, “Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.” I am in a funk now, the Mann v Steyn et al court case in DC being decided in the defendants’ favor, but the jury inexplicably awarding punitive damages to Michael Mann in the amount of $1 million against Mark Steyn.

I might write more later, maybe not, as this is such a stain on jurisprudence. But then, what did I expect? I’ve been personally involved with the court system, and found as the scions of justice imprisoned an innocent man for fifteen years and then allowed a guilty man to go free that there is no justice, and that we should not expect it.

Michael Mann is a xxxxxxxxxx human being. He is xxxxx, xxxxxxx, and xxxxx. He is said to be a crack scientist, but I’ve seen no reason to think that. I have to believe he is 1) a hired gun, and 2) a xxxxxxxxx. Who better to attack and defame honest and courageous people than such a man as Mann?

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We’ve been traveling and are currently staying in Fort Myers, Florida. Twice is not a trend, probably just coincidence, but last time here a few years ago, I came down with sniffles and sneezes and a hacking cough. That last time it happened, I returned home to Colorado thinking I would have a week to ten days to recover from a cold, which was all I thought of it. I was very surprised to completely recover in one-half day, including the plane trip.

This time I have been trying to come up with alternative explanations. One was sand flies. We were in Grand Turk, and the front of my legs is covered with bites. I don’t spend time on the beach, only pass through it on my way to the water, so I wondered where they got me. Turns out it was the open-air restaurant where we ate… I wore shorts the entire time, and that explains why they only got the front of my legs.

I looked up toxic effects of sand fly bites, and there are really none beyond itching and red pustules. So my Fort Myers effect must be something else.

The other morning as we got in our car, there was a mosquito inside, and we swooped it out.  Then I realized something: We are in lush green area with lots of water around, and there are no bugs!  Our aunt says they spray regularly, and every restaurant, park, beach and business that entertains people outdoors sprays for bugs. Early explorers here must have had to cover up despite the heat to avoid being eaten alive.

Here’s my guess: I am having an allergic reaction to chemicals used to control bugs. Our aunt says our cousin, who comes down often from Connecticut, has the same reaction. Home in Colorado, at 7,800 feet, we have few bugs,  naturally, and no agriculture around us with fertilizers and pesticides and the like. So we live relatively pure lives, and some of us are affected when we travel to places that depend on tourism and so treat pests.

The people who live here have adapted, I would say.