This could mean something, but is probably nothing. Nonetheless, I found it interesting.
It has to do with Conan O’Brien. His father is well-placed and a very important man, but I see his genealogy, while not scrubbed, only goes back to the turn of the 20th century. His mother is a Reardon, maybe a peerage name, and her genealogy goes back to the mid-1800s.
Conan went to Harvard, studied hard and got good grades. He happened to join the Harvard Lampoon at the urging of a friend, and found he had a bent for making people laugh. This was not his original calling or his plan for his future. After college, I believe he did some improv, and then ended up as a writer for Saturday Night Live. He was not on-screen talent, and only did rare camera appearances. He did love making the entire writers’ room laugh.
Yesterday I was listening to musician/actor Jack Black on the Smartless podcast. He mentioned that he was a guest on Conan O’Brien’s last Late Night TV show in June of 2020.
Something that I have always known or assumed, when you are watching say Late Night with Dave Letterman (I know, he’s now retired) and he does one of his bits where he gets up and leaves the stage to go, say, down to the street below or into a back office, all of the footage you see was filmed in advance and the host is merely sitting down offstage while it runs. Their only problem is continuity, to be sure he is wearing the same clothing for both the advance shots and the live broadcast.
David Crowe, a man whose writing and thinking I’ve only come to know since the outbreak of the fake pandemic, learned recently that he has cancer, the scary kind involving an internal organ. He did a podcast about it here (dated 6/16/2020).
We are all usually at loss for words when we encounter another person facing such terrible news. We say things like “my thoughts and prayers are with you,” or “if there is anything I can do,” and slink away. At age 70, I feel as though I have made it through enough of life that if I get this kind of news, I’ll be able to say “It’s been a good life, and it’s a whacky planet anyway, so maybe this is a good time to leave.”
Note to readers: At this time I am taking a break from Covid Covid Covid and doing some more enjoyable work, researching of oddball events that make no sense on their face. As for Covid, the revolution is still being televised 24-7. I don’t need to cover it. Just a few days ago the New York Times reported that Covid 19 had invaded South America, with hundreds of thousands of cases. In other words, it is winter down there, and they are having their cold and flu season, this year an alarming emergency for some reason.
The Battle of Long Island
The Continental Congress had declared independence on July 2, 1776. Two days later, on July 4 (=11), the document would be read in public. Congress would authorize 28,501 troops, but the newly appointed Commander of all forces, George Washington, had only managed by August of that year to raise 19,000.
These troops, garrisoned in New York City, at that time comprising the southern end of Manhattan Island, had put up a good showing in Boston. However, they were rough and ragtag, untrained, and likely to give their muskets the Italian treatment* if ever they came face-to-face with seasoned British troops. There was squabbling among factions, men were using bayonets to cut their food. Meanwhile, two brothers, General William and Admiral Richard Howe had assembled 32,000 fully trained British and Hessian troops.
The following passages are excerpted from Dr. Kary Mullis’s 1998 book Dancing Naked in the Mind Field. I have probably violated fair use by citing so much, but as I transcribed it yesterday I thought it important to put on display how corrupt our system of medical research and treatment is. It is best summarized by this passage from below:
“They had been trained to obtain grants from the government, hire people to do research, and write papers that usually ended with the notion that further research should be done along the same lines – preferably by them and paid for by someone else.”
The current SARS-Cov-2 crisis is no different – there is no proof, only overpaid researchers and doctors who are not used to being questioned by an extremely gullible public – who have come to worship them as once they did priests and witch doctors. The whole of the “COVID-19 pandemic” is really just quackery, behind which is a political agenda.
Since this is a non-monetized blog, I feel safe in using this long citation, as I will simply be asked to take it down by the publisher. But I cite no links. I do recommend the book, as Mullis has stuff to say about not just AIDS, but climate change and the ozone layer as well. Good stuff.
I’ll have to work out the typos later today,as we are off on a hike.
This is a brief essay about an often overlooked aspect of this whole “cooties” scenario.
At 42 min into this video, Sofia Smallstorm mentions her concern about the use of toxic disinfectants being used in public spaces. Dr. Kaufman describes how he has seen the use of these at his local supermarket. There is much more scintillating material covered in this video as well, so it is well worth your time to listen in full, in my opinion.
Stephers has been communicating with all the writers on this blog for a while now, and we’ve all gotten to know her a bit. This week I asked her to come aboard as a writer, as I was editing her work and putting it up as a guest piece under my name. It was much easier just to have her join the blog, as I have liked everything she has done so far.
There is a propaganda technique I have seen in use elsewhere, as with climate change, and certainly with germ theory and vaccinations. I would like give it a name and place it alongside other logical fallacies like ad hominem, post hoc ergo propter hoc, appeal to authority, etc. I think of it as smug arrogance.
It is the technique of argumentation where the proponent of an idea assumes himself right on all matters and therefore immune from criticism. He snidely dismisses criticism, censors opponents, and attach to them such epithets as “conspiracy theorist” or “denier.” Continue reading “A new logical fallacy”→
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Those words from the song For What It’s Worth were supposedly penned by Stephen Stills. I say supposedly because authorship of rock songs is like fatherhood, always subject to doubt. The song, said to be the “anthem” of the 1960s, was, according to Dave McGowan (fake death 11/22/15), in his book Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, written about kids protesting closure of a night club. Says McGowan (page 161):