I am a regular person in most ways, not prone to depression. This does not mean that I do not suffer it, but rather that I do so as part of normal mood cycles. It is not natural to be on a constant high. Things can get us down. The key is this: Depression is the brain’s way of telling us “Please. Make changes.” But I am powerless in that regard. The outside world has crept into my brain.
The book is set in the early 20th century in Oklahoma on allotted lands owned by the Osage Tribe (they purchased the lands, so technically it is not a “reservation”). It is apparently (I’ve never been to Oklahoma but imagine it like the West Texas backdrop in No Country for Old Men) some of the most godforsaken land in North America. It has one redeeming feature – oil was discovered underneath at that time. Lots of it. The Osage became some of the richest people in the country.
The undiapered aren’t a threat to public health. They are a threat to the power of the Gesundheitsfuhrers, who need to create the image of general sickness in order to maintain the fiction of its reality. ~ Eric Peters
My first stab at writing this rant came across as highly smug and sarcastic, with a reactive approach bordering on victim and martyr. Ugh. So I needed to check myself, because my goal is to model and define what it means to be a mature adult in the wake of deceptive agendas.
I have enjoyed Eric Peters’ commentary since the beginning of the Coronavirus psychological operation. His most recent discourse resonated deeply. Peters states that “. . . healthy people wearing Face Diapers is as silly as continent people wearing actual diapers.”
Individuals who have cowed to this event (and who may be sanctimoniously enabling its oppressive architects to milk hysteria from the terror-stricken herd), are posting “how-to” videos on making face masks from actual diapers. You can watch them here, and here.
“The National Park Service and other federal agencies behind an ongoing bison management plan have agreed to supplement the plan’s environmental analysis.”
The Interagency Bison Management Plan (IBMP)(2000) is an abomination allegedly to prevent transmission of brucellosis from buffalo to cattle. Brucellosis is an infectious disease that has never been transmitted from buffalo to livestock in the wild. In fact, the IBMP is a maze of federal rules and regulations requiring state wildlife agencies to cede their legal wildlife management authority to the USDA-APHIS (Animal and Plant Health and Inspection Service) under the constant threat of losing their “brucellosis-free” status.
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.
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.
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.
A large roadless area on the Continental Divide West of Helena, Montana will not be logged and burned as a result of a lawsuit brought by several grassroots ( code for “broke”) conservation groups I’ve worked with since the 1980s. Although this is not a total victory, the “defacto wilderness” is protected for now.
The following (and photo) is from Tom Kuglin a reporter at the Helena Independent Record: “Roadside logging and other fuels reduction work south of Helena has been ongoing since 2019 for the Ten-Mile South Helena Project.
A federal judge has halted the U.S. Forest Service’s plans to log and do other fuels reduction work in portions of an inventoried roadless area near Helena.”
I am sitting in the Cmon Inn in Casper, Wyoming. I am up very early, my norm, and so left our room so I don’t disturb my wife and grandson. Thus do I observe the background workings of a motel, surely following the dictates of Mrs. Wilson’s second grade class at Broadview elementary in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. This, I have decided, must be the source of all of the stupid procedures businesses must follow.
People are walking around in masks with buckets and mops following, scrubbing every floor, counter and exposed surface. Bottles of spray disinfectant are all around. If we die of any foreign agent in the coming months, it will be Purell.
Below is a brief dialogue from War Games, the 1983 Cold War science fiction film (see the movie trailer above), in which a young computer hacker, David Lightman, unwittingly accesses a US military supercomputer. In the film, Lightman gets the WOPR (War Operation Plan Response) supercomputer to run a nuclear war simulation, believing it to be a computer game. But the computer is connected to the U.S. nuclear weapons control system and unable to distinguish simulation from reality.
Falken (The WOPR creator): It’s a bluff, John, call it off.
John (the operations head): No, it’s not a bluff, it’s real.
Falken: General, what you see on these screens up here, is a fantasy, a computer-enhanced hallucination. Those blips are not real missiles, they’re phantoms.
John (to the General): Jack, there’s nothing to indicate a simulation at all.
Falken: General, you are listening to a machine (referring to WOPR – the supercomputer). Do the world a favor, and don’t act like one.
Alright, are we just being played? Are nukes, and the potential for a nuclear war, a bluff? Are pandemics a bluff? Is police brutality a bluff? Is the population control agenda a bluff? Is the Singularity a bluff?
