Duck eggs ….

imagePortland is its own place, that is, a place where the book store is a still a hangout and where people dress and think differently than in other places. They are called “hipsters,” some of them anyway. I don’t know how to define them, but do recognize them when I see them.

When we were looking for houses in Colorado, I made it a point to check out book shelves to see what people read, to get a sense of the current owners who wanted us to buy their house. Most houses had no book shelves and few books and so I got no sense of the people who lived within. In Portland there are books and shelves and ideas and attitudes. The TV show Portlandia captures it I suppose, but understand this: There would be no TV show unless they grasped that something is different about this place.

It’s an attitude about life, optimism and possibilities … people seem to think that acting together to achieve common goals matters, so there are constant efforts at organizing. It is on signs and repurposed buildings. Silly little fools they are, they want to matter. They know some things. They redefine the American, and the new citizen speaks up and out, does not bow before power. He demands a different response from compromised government officials and the greedy corporations who also occupy this space.

Maybe it is all silliness – it is hard to navigate this place for all of the bike paths, green lanes, trains – it is as if the roads are designed for everything but cars, but cars dominate. Portlandia wants to be different, and there is a critical mass of people here who can make things different. It really does work that way. So power, though deeply embedded here (the Oregonian is as devoid of content as any newspaper anywhere in this land), is more masked than in other places.

All if this leads to my complaint, and this is serious: Where we live in Colorado we are given two options for pizza: Anthony’s, and Madoff’s. Neither are good. We could go down the hill to Old Chicago, but that is a thirty minute drive, or an hour of our life with the beer buzz worn off by the time we get home. So we live without pizza.

Pizza matters, and so while in Portland, given this opportunity, I Want Pizza! We found a place on Sunday evening, Hot Lips. They know what pizza is. We were going back there last night, but nooooooo … I am told that Oven and Shaker has the best pizza, so we go there.

There is no pepperoni. I am not kidding, and what I am about to tell you will shock you, so gird your loins: One of the ingredients they offered was duck eggs. Duck eggs! I end up having sausage and fennel. It is the only ingredient that I am certain is meat. I forsook the arugula.

People of Portland! That is not pizza! That is tapas! If I wanted mascarpone and yellow foot and hedgehog mushrooms, speck, leeks, chives, and fricking duck eggs, I would go out to the local commune and mingle with the hipsters and learn the names of the animals while holding hands and singing Kumbaya! Or I would go to the continent and lean against a railing and spend two euros for a little blob of God only knows, fish eggs or the like with some cheese I cannot pronounce.

It’s simple: dough, sauce, spices, cheese, and pepperoni. Portland, when did you lose your way?

Ukraine notes

CIA head Brennan
CIA head Brennan
The CIA is generally headed by civilized looking men in suits, but the current head looks the part of an agency involved in murder, drug smuggling, violent coups, assassinations (domestic and foreign) and terrorism all over the globe.

He is John O. Brennan, and he scares me. He was in Kiev over the weekend trying to find the remnants of a Greystone legion (formerly Blackwater), for-hire terrorists sent into Ukraine during the recent overthrow of that government.

In other news, Thierry Meysson reports that the Polish government under Donald Tusk had trained the agents that went into Ukraine to foment the violence. Says Meysson, these agents were trained for four weeks beginning in September of 2013 in

  • crowd management
  • person recognition
  • combat tactics
  • command skills
  • behavior in crisis situations
  • protection against gases used by police
  • erecting barricades, and
  • especially shooting, including the handling of sniper rifles.

If I were investigating the February 18 incident in which 25 people were killed, I would start here.

So, if true, we have here a violation of international law by the Polish government, supported of course, by the United States. Just as Turkey is using Al Qaeda to undermine Syria, to too is Poland using terrorists to undermine a government that the west wants done away with. It is international terrorism, Gladio, still up and running.

And we have the usual suspects who eat it all up. It helps to understand how an American administration can get way with this without recrimination. It is the American world view. Democrats hold the White House. That’s all they need to know.

Piece of cake

Most of our thinking is done for us by others. Part of what we think is that we think our own thoughts. That’s part of the thinking that is done for us – the part about allowing us to imagine that our thoughts are our own. But they are not.

The means by which is this done is simple. We are given “facts” that can only lead to certain opinions. Any opinions that we might have that do not embrace those facts are out-of-place and considered oddball.

Once we agree on the facts, there is little room for disagreement, but there is some. That minor variation in views creates two parties. But the two parties are more a fracture in personality types than in viewpoints. One party is composed of hard-boiled authoritarians. The other is composed of softer nurturing types.

Here’s an example of how it works: The “facts” are that there is a spontaneous uprising in Ukraine, and it is featured in our news. Our news does not inform us, but rather directs our attention.

Such uprisings are common and usually not featured in our news, but this one was. The president of Ukraine is said to be a bad person who was not elected fairly. The people of his country want to be westerners, and he wants them to be easterners. The spontaneous uprising keeps getting worse. He orders gunmen to to fire into a crowd, and that sets off riots. He flees, and a new government, a good one, takes over. But the Russians Vladimir Putin interfere[s] and keep[s] taking parts of the country for themselves himself.

Here is what we are allowed to think: Our president, Obama, was [or was not] strong enough in standing up to Vladimir Putin. That is it. No other opinions are tolerated.

See how easy thought control is? Control information, control thoughts. Piece of cake.

Killing Hope (and change)

I am currently watching Mad Men Season 6, and enjoying it. Like everyone, I am taken in by the casting, writing and acting. As far as my memory goes, they do a good job recapturing that era with desks and hair and props. But they have complete control there, as my memory is triggered by their props and I do not know what is not triggered.

Woody Allen had a nice message in his movie Midnight in Paris: nostalgia is pointless. The past was just like the present. Back then we thought we were on the cutting edge of consumer technology (we were). So did Mark Twain, who thought the telegraph and electricity were the bomb. We forget that people then were as smart as people now, and better informed. (In 1969 perhaps 30% of the American public thought the moon landings were faked. Now it’s only 7%. We are dumbed down considerably.)

I don’t care about moon landings – that is Lincolnesque log-splitting stuff, the mythology that binds countries together. We all have it everywhere, and we need it if we are to have political boundaries and cohesive cultures.

The episode of a Mad Men I just watched included the Martin Luther King assassination. I was fortunate to have had a phone conversation with James Douglass, author of JFK and the Unspeakable, last week. He and my cousin are close friends, and she put me on the line. He had a good message for me.

More important than details here and there, he told me, is why they murdered JFK. I’ll add RFK, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King? Why did they murder or imprison every Black Panther leader? Why did Stokely Carmichael take refuge in Cuba? Ever hear of Mary Sherman? Gary Webb? Mike Connell? Mary Jo Kopechne? There are not scores of unsolved murders in our history. There are not hundreds. There are thousands, most names not well-known.

But take just one, Martin Luther King. With JFK and RFK, we fell into deep sadness. But killing MLK risked insurrection and revolution. Mad Men captures some of that. I remember when it happened that the Rat Pack entertainer, Sammy Davis Jr., came on The Tonight Show to beg everyone to stay calm, not to riot and tear down the cities. He was the epitome of the good negro, hair straightened and hanging out in Vegas with Frank and Dean and the boys. Take it in stride he said. Don’t get uppity.

There were riots, anger and angst, but the King murder was salt on the earth, the end of an era, and civil rights died with him. In its place we got the Rockefeller Drug laws and every potential black leader either in jail or dying. You might argue that blacks have made great progress in the years since, but killing MLK kept them in their place. He was uppity, and worse yet, was talking about Vietnam. Some say that was the trigger, the final scene in the play called Killing Hope. (One more high-profile assassination lay in store before the close of the era, George Wallace.)

Why did they kill Martin Luther King? They knew the risks. They thought it had to be done. Every assassination and every witness murdered, every journalist and crusader removed dampens our expectations. The good really do die young. By design.

We can have our nice cars and computers and social media, we can have music if it is empty of meaning. We cannot have hope or change. Those two things are not allowed. Ever. The words are no more than an empty ad slogan.

Postcard from the San Juan’s

I write now and then about “portals,” or sea-changes in outlook. They happen to a few of us, but two elements must be present: First, doubt. We must learn to question everything we’ve been taught to believe. Nothing should be held sacred.

Then follows curiosity. Without curiosity, doubt merely produces cynicism.

There’s only a few of us capable if these Herculean mental feats. I witness all about me thought-controlled zombies. It’s creepy.

We’re traveling in the Pacific Northwest. I hope when I get the urge to write, that I look at the words above and decide there is nothing to add.

Peace be with you, brothers and sisters!

#2501

The post below, About a Boy, was post number 2500 on this blog. I discovered that after writing it. It’s a milepost, and a good time to stop and reflect.

The photos below the fold in that post clearly show strong resemblance between Charles Harrelson and the Dealey Plaza tramp. St. John Hunt, E Howard’s son, looked at the photos and said that the third in line behind Charles Harrelson was his father. There was no mistaking him. That is my dad, said the son. The dad had the power of denial and it works on most everyone, but not on his son. St. John Hunt had a mental awakening when he saw that, and passed through a portal.

Make no mistake: Power keeps a lid on the JFK assassination because it is a transformative experience for any who venture there. The accumulated evidence of conspiracy and cover-up, of an American crime, is simply overwhelming. No one of sound mind can look at it and remain agnostic.

So what do people do? It’s simple. They refuse to look at it.

But your refusal to be curious is a tell. It means that you know what I know but are afraid to say so. You are not cowards, that’s not my point. You are set in your ways. If the murder of JFK was a high crime committed by Americans, and if the American justice system won’t investigate and prosecute (there has never been a trial), and if the American media is afraid to broach the subject, then you have got work to do. You have to change the way you view our country and its institutions, its leaders, history, and even our present. That is a giant undertaking. Few are up to it.

The first baby steps are so utterly baffling, unsettling! Security goes out the window, uncertainty and mistrust rule. But after all of the crying is done, the pain and anger of betrayal, you do grow up and learn to walk again, you do learn to live in the real world and coexist, even if uncomfortably, with ugly truth.

The two critical elements in propaganda and indoctrination in any country are what we call “news” and “education.” In the United States, power owns all of it. Power has always defined our reality from birth to death. It imposed an artificial reality on our young and impressionable minds, and reinforced it at every opportunity. We got our daily affirmation in school, on TV, in our newspapers, movies, books… if certain books are avoided.

Living in the real world astride the lies is hard, but essential to a clean life. We have to face ugly truth. We have to look at our leaders and realize they are lying liars, and perhaps forgive them as they cannot tell the truth and hang on to power. They are cowards, they live in the gutter of indignity and yet seem to like it. They are detestable human beings. But we learn to live with them.

Some even think we should vote for them, as some are worse than others. I don’t buy that myself.

Power demands homage to lies. The mind follows the body. That is all that Hans Christian Andersen was telling us in his fable about the naked emperor.

Most people, it appears 95%, want no part of this world I live in, and power has provided an easy escape. It has given you the power of ridicule (“Oh, he’s just some conspiracy nut.”) It has given you the power of avoidance. (Out of sight, out of mind.) It has given you the power to rely on authority figures. (No one in position of power ever breaches the subject, as immediate retribution awaits.) It has given you the power of distraction (our lives are filled with things that don’t matter, from Superbowls and other orgies to mindless entertainment in high-definition all day and night long.) It has give us the power to replace learning with the illusion of learning. (Our education system teaches our kids not to think and grades them on that inability, those best at regurgitation achieving the highest marks.)

But if you are reading this, you have a choice, and you know it. You can take that first step, and doubt. That’s all it takes – that first quiet act of betrayal, to decide not to believe, but rather learn for yourself. After that, the road is long and winding, and God only knows where your curious mind will take you. You are on your own. I can only give you one guarantee: It’s fun.

About a boy

This might qualify as a Paul Harvey “The Rest of the Story” piece. It is simply amazing how much evidence private researchers have accumulated over the past decades concerning the JFK assassination. They’ve identified the shooters, locations of the snipers’ nests, the probable command center, the role of officer Tippett, and some of the high-profile people who made it all happen.

Most players, of course, were involved only on a need-to-know basis. Once they realize what is going down, that they are part of a major crime, they know they are in deep trouble and so shut up. Ole Dammegård has spent the last 30 years investigating JFK and other crimes and has gotten some of these insiders to talk.

He noticed that the 1986 murder of Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme had many similarities to JFK, and so came to realize that the formula for murder of high-profile people is pretty much the same over time and no matter the place. Mechanics are brought in from many places, some fire blanks so that the real murderer is never certain and all are accountable. A patsy is selected and sheepdipped, the murder committed (and the patsy murdered too if he cannot otherwise be kept quiet). A cover-up ensues that goes on for decades thereafter.

It appears that the cover-up takes more planning than the crime itself. There are still people in Langley and other places tasked with minding the details of the JFK murder, along with other high-profile crimes.

This is just a small detail but caught my eye. It was a piece of information from Dammegård coupled with something else a I had read. Dammegård says that a CIA agent based in LA in 1963, Chauncy Holt, was tasked with producing fake ID’s for all of the bogus Secret Service agents that were running around Dealey Plaza after the murder, confiscating film and tracking and interviewing (and intimidating) potential problem witnesses. Holt was not a witting participant in the crime. He was told to take the fake ID’s to Dallas and give them to a man named Charles Harrelson for handling.

Charles Harrelson was born in Midland, Texas, and married Diane Lou Oswald, just a coincidental name. He was a professional hitman, and was arrested in 1979 for killing a federal judge. He died in prison. Charles and Diane had three sons, Jordan, Brett, and Woodrow.

That last one, Woodrow Tracy Harrelson, is better known today as Woody Harrelson, the actor. I’ve long liked the guy and notice that he takes part in activist causes, plays edgy characters, and was in an insider’s delight of a truth-smuggling movie called Wag the Dog. He is also skeptical of the official story about 9/11. I wonder how much he knows about JFK, and if his Dad ever told him anything about the events of that day from his prison cell.
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Wild Montana

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I thought I’d pretend I am on Facebook and put up a mediocre photo for all my friends and acquaintances so you can see where we are at. This is the view out our front window, looking southwest at the Montana Beartooths. Red Lodge is maybe twenty miles off behind those mountains. We are nearest Fishtail, Montana, a bend in the road and one of my favorite spots growing up. It’s on the road to the West Rosebud drainage.

We are on what was once a working ranch and perhaps will be again. I suspect the owner has read Omnivore’s Dilemma, as he is trying to make the place go using some of the animal husbandry that Michael Pollan espoused in that book.

So leaving Fishtail was a rush of pleasant memories of childhood and days of no responsibility. This place, these Beartooths were right in our backyard. Billings, my home town, has changed so much. It is just like all American towns and cities. Maybe ten percent of its population is doing well. The rest have little wealth and even fewer prospects for a better life. So the town is littered with high-end restaurants next to casinos, luxuriant new homes on its west end and miles of small and older homes in need of some upkeep.

But the Beartooths are the unchanged. They are now as they were when I hiked through them a a ten-year old kid.

A moral coward speaks in code

“The work doesn’t get done on the far left and it doesn’t get done on the far right. It gets done in the middle. If you look at the folks opposing this bill, they’re the extremes. Quite frankly, extremists are extremists and I don’t really care. If they’re willing to become less ideologues and more realists, then come on board.” (Senator Jon Tester, D-MT, to Missoulian editorial board)

In the real world, compromise is the last step in reaching an agreement. People fight to get everything they can get, push as far as they can go, and the other side does as well. Then comes the term “at loggerheads,” and a compromise is made. Everyone somewhat unhappy, somewhat pleased.

The Democrat Party has cheapened the term, however. They enter a room on bended knee, giving up in advance, seeking a deal before fighting.

They are not weak or stupid, however. They are merely dishonest, sold out. They behave that way because they do not believe in the things that they say they do in public, so that “compromising” before fighting effectively undermines their own base. That’s why I mentioned to Swede yesterday that Republicans do not have to lie to their base like Democrats do, and consequently appear more honest.