The Vice (vise) Tightens

We all live in Gaza. We just don’t know it — yet.

It sure looks like vaccine mandates are no joke. Federal employees and federal contractors will be first. Who will follow? Here’s the enforcement order. https://chcoc.gov/content/guidance-enforcing-coronavirus-disease-2019-vaccination-requirement-federal-employees-%E2%80%93

There is no consideration for “natural immunity,” because there is no natural immunity if there is no virus.

The “emergency” Covid-19 Disaster Declarations, all signed by Pres. Trump kicked the various state-by-state funding programs into high gear. https://www.fema.gov/disaster/coronavirus/disaster-declarations

“Trump declared a public health emergency under the Public Health Service Act on Jan. 31, issued two national emergency declarations under both the Stafford Act and the National Emergencies Act (NEA) on March 13, and invoked emergency powers via Executive Order under the Defense Production Act on March 18. On March 19, Trump named the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) as the lead agency in the COVID-19 emergency response efforts, a designation previously held by the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS). These actions have varying implications but collectively allow the federal government to deliver virus response funds and other assistance to state and local governments in an effort to reduce the spread of the virus and protect the economy against its mounting impact.” https://www.ncsl.org/ncsl-in-dc/publications-and-resources/president-trump-declares-state-of-emergency-for-covid-19.aspx

Now, we’re seeing the fruit on the tree. The fruit is ripe. Picking will commence in early November.

The government, all governments, reserve the monopoly right to invoke violence on its citizens — and anyone and anything else it damn well pleases. When that monopoly is broken is when slaves can walk free with the opportunity to self-govern. Until then, the threat if violence is real for all lifeforms managed under government rule.

Surrender! White flags on the D.C. Mall.

A friend in Washington, D.C. recently sent me an article about an art project on The Mall adjacent to the Washington Monument.  The installation displayed 600,000 white flags representing the human mortality due to the so-called Covid 19 Pandemic.  My friend and I do not see eye-to-eye on most big propaganda events.  We do agree that evil powers control the minds of most with emotion and fear, but when it gets down to the particulars we seldom find agreement.  No matter, our friendship is solid, we are patient, thoughtful, and listen to what each other is trying to express. 

Well, this art installation got under my skin more than the garden variety hoaxes we have all become so familiar with.  I suppose it’s because I spend a lot of my time making art.  Abstraction.  Personal creation/expression from my imagination.

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An infrequent Swede visitation

Ideas for blog posts are infrequent.  I think of it as sitting in the woods passively observing, when a rabbit runs by. I had no idea last evening that a rabbit was on the way to this blog in the form of a Montana man I’ve known (via the blog) for years, Big Swede. He dropped in to insult us, and indeed he can be infuriating because he does not read. Therefore, he gets to lay his business on us, and anything said in return will bounce off, unread.

His first comment was to deliver a video to “… all you deep thinking intellectuals who hang out here.” It was the video I offer below.

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Taking the red pill express

Long ago I came across the term “ponerology,” or study of evil in politics. I thought maybe I had read a book by Andrzej Łobaczewski by the name of “Political Ponerology,” but I do not have the book on hand and have no notes about it. Reading reviews at Amazon, many people found the book, translated from Polish, to be dense and poorly written. Maybe that is why I do not have it, as my memory says I once did. Maybe it was too much for me.

Nonetheless, krogers in a comment links us to this article from State of the Nation, Psychopathy and the Origins of Totalitarianism by James Lindsay. Ponerology is in the subtitle. It is long (17 pages in Word) and challenging, and took me well over an hour to read. He introduces terms like “pseudo-reality,” or false and unreal constructions that are introduced into our lives by people of evil intent, psychopaths who have nothing but schemes to acquire power and control. Right away I thought of two schemes of that nature: Climate Change and Covid. I found the whole of the article easier to grasp by thinking in terms of Climate Change, a pseudo-reality constructed by hack and quack scientists and designed to change the way we live, travel, and enjoy life. But it all applies as well to Covid.

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Releasing . . . If Ida known better

The bottom of our street (photo taken September 2, 2021)

Hurricane Ida came through like a fast and furious wave — toppling me, yet reminding me to release and let go

I have been taking a much needed in-breath over the past few weeks — emptying my mind of swirling thoughts to just be and not be. I felt myself moving fluidly with life, despite perpetual challenges entering my reality. No need to go into any detail. We all experience curve balls from time to time.

But a sucker punch slammed me a couple days ago. As we had no warning, Hurricane Ida whipped through our house in a fury. Two tornadoes touched down within a mile of our home.

We are still standing. Our house is still standing. We have a roof above our house — fully intact (the last hurricane did not leave us as fortunate). Others we know have not been as lucky this go-around. Most of the surrounding streets have been submerged; cars have been swept away; and even one family had their cow swept away with the raging waters. 

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Montana passes law: Vaccination not a requirement for employment!

I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home. (Bobby Bare lyrics, Detroit City)

I spent the first 58 years of my life in Montana. It’s a very large state with very few people, and during my time there was run by rednecks. I didn’t understand until Covid the difference between Democrats and Republicans. It is as follows:

Democrats represent nice people who think of themselves as liberals. They believe in things like kindness and justice for all. Those elected to lead these people are liars and phonies, as liberalism, such as it is, is not allowed in real politics. Consequently, to be a Democratic leader, one must be a slut. Democratic leaders are forced to live lives of lies, pretending to be one thing to their followers, only being their real selves in private. Two of the worst human beings I ever met were the essential heads of the Montana Democratic Party, Max Baucus and Jon Tester. They both became senators and lied, lied, lied for decades. They make me wanna puke.

Republicans represent people who think of themselves as “conservative,” though the word is stripped of essential meaning by politics. (It means to exercise caution, to be careful, not to make radical changes, to preserve things that work. I’m a conservative in that sense.) But Republican leaders and followers are often on the same page, believing in the same ideas, falling for the same lies. Ergo, Republican leaders have the ability to lead without lying about their true beliefs. They tend to be nicer people than Democratic leaders, who are required to be sluts. Two of their leaders I knew were Ron Marlinee (1935-2020) and Conrad Burns (1935-2016). They lied. They were politicians, but I repeat myself. But they seemed like likeable men who could both give and take jokes.

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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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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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The fish killers have backed off — for now.

A short while back, a handful of environmental activist and I were chest deep in a controversy over using poison to kill aquatic life in remote streams and lakes in Wyoming and Montana. Wyoming agreed to seek alternative methods to “bring back” native cutthroat trout populations, accepting local volunteers to use electro-fishing and conventional fishing to help native trout recover. In Montana, there seemed no amount of reason, logic, or negotiation would persuade bureaucrats at the US Forest Service-USDA and Montana Fish Wildlife and Parks to consider other options. They were dead-set against any other way. This is when we notify bureaucrats that “we’ll see you in court.” We notified, they thought about it, and then, quite unexpectedly, folded. Victory for water, frogs, salamanders, aquatic insects, humans, and life in general.

This would have been one of the largest poison and plant projects in the West. But as past history has shown, it’s likely that repeated poisoning over many years would be required to assure complete annihilation of the existing fish which were, ironically, planted by the same agency that now wanted to poison them.

“Thanks to a pending lawsuit by Wilderness Watch, Alliance for the Wild Rockies, and other plaintiffs as well as efforts to alert the public through the media to the potential problems with this project, the Forest Service decided to pull the project.  As the Forest Service notification read: “The project decision included approving a Pesticide Use Proposal for the use of rotenone in the Scapegoat Wilderness and authorization of the following activities normally prohibited in wilderness: use of generators, boat motors, and motorized pumps to disperse rotenone; use of helicopters to transport equipment, chemicals, and fish; and development of spike camps and a radio repeater.”” – Mike Garrity

Here’s a copy of the letter:

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