Zero-Cut No Commercial Logging again? A quarter century after it became the banner and guiding star for much of the grassroots forest movement, and then over a decade of semi-retirement, the campaign for this legislation is trying to mount a national revival. My question is simple: Is it the best strategy for a collapsed forest movement, daily confronting the debacle of rapidly increasing logging and roadbuilding in the national forests?
The combination of President Trump and an overtly hostile Republican-controlled Congress has shocked the grassroots, non-collaboration forest movement. Awakening from over a decade of a sort of slumber, these forest defense activists are daily burning up internet chat rooms with news chronicling cascading losses in Agriculture and Interior Department rules, regulations, administrative edicts, and newly-passed laws and congressional riders that roll back decades of environmental laws and court victories.
Every day, all over the world, devout Christians are following the teachings of Jesus by treating others as they wish to be treated themselves. Church leaders are comforting those who mourn and inspiring the faithful. Christian institutions are providing safe havens to the downtrodden and a moral compass for their communities. But in this age of technology, new teaching has emerged known as the “Prosperity Gospel.” This materialistic and heretical theology is being promoted by celebrities who perform on stages in megachurches across the country. Through sermons, social media, and TV shows, they teach that God wants you to be rich, but he cannot bless you unless you first send a “seed-faith offering” to whichever televangelist tells you about this scheme. Did you not receive what you were hoping for? You must have had too little faith, and you probably did not sow enough.
Anybody that has read the Gospels should know that Jesus never promoted any such thing. In fact, he explicitly warned his followers to avoid seeking earthly treasure.
Technically, this is a rebuttal to a reply by the character known as Miles Mathis regarding my article titled “Miles Mathis: Origins of an Enigma.” The following paragraph is how he opened his response.
This should be fun. It is a reply to the new writer from Langley (or wherever) claiming to be Kevin Starr. His blitz on me does call for a response. I had asked for a bigger kitten to be sent in, and they have finally hired a pro. He does quite a job, I have to admit, and if I didn’t know me and my own life, I might almost fall for this myself. I would say he rises to about the level of tomcat, but I had asked for a lion, so I guess they will have to shell out a few more bucks for the next project.
NOTE: From this point forward, I will be using the initials MMC to indicate the “Miles Mathis Committee,” “Miles Mathis Controllers,” “Miles Mathis Cult,” etc.
Back in the day, when Straight was still here, we bounced from one discovery to another. The zombie matter was of great interest. Rarely did a day go by that I did not get an email from him suggesting I look into this or that person. The man has great instincts. He tired of the work, wanting to live in a more positive sphere. I get that, and wish him well, always. For me, just as I loved to curl up with Sherlock Holmes as a kid, I love the work I do here and would not trade it for journalism in any form. This is honest and rewarding work.
There have not been too many new discoveries since Straight left, though I have moved far afield of facial analysis. But I do have my eye out. Thus it was that my wife suggested we visit La Recoleta Cemetery while in Buenos Aires with two crypts in mind: That of Liliana Crociati de Szaszak, a young woman killed in an avalanche in Switzerland (left), and Eva Perón, or Evita (right).
I knew very little about Evita other than that movie from 1995 and the Weber/Rice Broadway musical with its associated ear worms. I did not care for most of the movie but enjoyed the opening number in which Madonna sang Buenos Aires, train providing the percussion. The rest was not memorable for me, and anyway, what the hell was Che Guevara doing there? He seemed to be an anachronism. (He was put there for a reason, no doubt, but we can only guess.*)
Note: Kerry promises three more installments to follow in a piece I thought would be a great jumping-off point for commenters.
By Kerry Anderson
As historian buffets go, There is probably no other table quite like the Second World War. Involving over 50 countries and uncountable tribes, ethnic groups, and organized gangs.
It was certainly a World War by most definitions. Casualties, which seem to take up a large chunk of the research space, are a bit hard to pin down. Depending on when one wishes to place the starting line, It could be counted as 5 years, or even longer if one chooses the invasion of Manchuria. Many factors combine to make any calculation of casualties more speculative than hard fact. The lack of accurate population totals both before and after is a big one. Determining the ultimate fate of many people is also a problem, many displaced, missing in action, or simply dropping out to continue their lives, could account for many.
“I get all the news I need from the weather report.” (Paul Simon)
Prior to going through the evidence regarding the body switch done with Barbara Walters in 1976, I am going to attempt to set the scene and describe the terrain on which such hoaxing takes place. Many readers know that my friend “Straight” and I worked for many months with David McGowan’s (fake death, 11/22/2015) book Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon. I contended that of the seventy or more deaths of rocks stars, actors and hangers-on described in the book, perhaps one or two might be real deaths. My reasoning was that these people were all young, so even if abusing drugs and alcohol (most of that was mere stage-setting for the fake deaths), it is unlikely they would die. Even in war zones, I told Straight, you don’t see that kind of mortality rate. Continue reading “BabaWawa, the final cut”→
The revered general who saved FDR from Wall Street takes a pounding as Josh undresses him in Part Two of his essay. Butler, like John F. Kennedy, John McCain, John Kerry and others who came to prominence via military heroism, turns out to be a paper tiger whose exploits were phony.