The above video, Mathematical Challenges to Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, is 57 minutes, and I therefore do not ask you to watch it, since most of you otherwise have better things to do. I have featured this video before, but as I recall, only in comments. I wanted to give it broader exposure. I found it worth my time, yesterday and the day before, for a second look.
In it, Peter Robinson of the Hoover Institute does an excellent and inquisitive interview of three scholars, David Berlinski, author of The Deniable Darwin, David Galernter, Yale professor and author of The Tides of Mind: Uncovering the Spectrum of Consciousness and many other works, and Stephen Meyer, author of Darwin’s Doubt: The Explosive Origin of Animal Life and the Case for Intelligent Design. I have read none of these works, did not even know of them, but am chomping at the bit.
A highly organized, extravagantly financed, top-down campaign to seize and dominate (plunder) undeveloped forestland near Lincoln, Montana is well underway.
A nice place with lots of wilderness, an outdoor sculpture park and the former “Unibomber’s” cabin site to brag about. That’s not enough. It’s never enough.
Intense gaslighting techniques are making it difficult for Montana’s commoners to discern what’s truth and what’s propaganda. The recent flurry of opinion pieces, political polling reports, and the promotion of the 50th Anniversary celebration of the designation of the Scapegoat Wilderness in 1972 are representative elements of yet another elaborate anti-wilderness scam: The Lincoln Prosperity Proposal.
I have before me the book The Real Anthony Fauci, by Bobby Kennedy, Jr. I am ten pages into it, and am going to finish it. I will read this book differently than my normal way – I put the 3M flags away. It is apparent only reading ten pages that Kennedy is bought into the Scamdemic. He is certain there is a virus, and that the death count is accurate.
On the latter point, death toll, Kennedy has amazing resources helping him to put together this book. I can tell by the detailed analysis and free availability of statistics and references. He must have ten people behind him doing research. Yet no one thought to look into the matter of excess deaths. As I found out doing just Internet research, there are either hundreds of thousands of excess deaths in the United States (CDC) or none (UN). If I can do this sort of work, so too can Kennedy and his people.
Another thing is clear – the people behind this book know what is up. They are clear and on message regarding the effects of lockdown, the cruel humiliation behind masking, and uncertainty about what is in the vaccine. I do not expect that Kennedy will doubt for a moment in this book that the vaccines are indeed intended to hamper the spread of diseases.
[PS: Kennedy also believes in the PCR test. He knows about amplifications, but it has not destroyed his faith in the test.]
This post is intended to achieve some specific objectives, as follow:
To put to rest the idea that Paul McCartney died an early death. (Part One)
To put to rest the idea that he was replaced by an unknown but eerily similar-looking character whom the Sage of Quay, Mike Williams, refers to as “Billy Shears.” (Part two)
To understand why the Beatles, at long last, are being exposed as frauds by Williams, in effect, being thrown under the bus. (Part three)
To understand the true nature of the Beatles psyop – an immense operation still going on, but from now forward without the illusions that the four boys involved possessed any exceptional musical talent. (Part four)
Of lesser importance, but just for the fun of it, to show that their public swan song, the famous Rooftop Concert, was, like them, fake.
My intro here maybe a bit longish, so it you would rather jump to Dave’s essay on Yahtzee, I remind you that DSK is prone to vulgarities in his writing. Gird your loins. This reminds me of the comedian Anthony Jeselnek, who fondly remembers his grandmother reading Huckleberry Finn to him as a boy. He said she did it for two reasons: One, to have quality time with her grandson, and two, so she could use the N-word without being chastised.
I do not gamble. I have gambled in the past. In my twenties, I would go to local horse races in Billings, Montana, an annual fall event. I would bet trifecta or quinella, and as the race ended and if my horses were close, the combination of that and copious quantities of beer produced an excitement in my brain that I later learned was the same sensation given by cocaine. Once I gave up the beer, the desire to bet the ponies left too.
Paul Simon will turn 81 next month. I am currently 72, and am therefore older than 78% of the population. So writing about him here today is not something of general appeal. I get that.
Above is their famous concert in Central Park from 1991. It is almost 90 minutes, and I do not ask that kind of time from my readers. My wife and I watched it on Friday, rapt, unable to turn away. They are the river that flowed beside us in our 27 years together, gentle and moving, deep and even dark. Paul Simon is, to me, the greatest living musician, perhaps the greatest of our time. I know those are strong words, and that music is always subjective. Let me defend myself.
This little guy has resided outside our front door for several weeks. At first we thought wolf spider, but then learned that wolf spiders do not make webs. My wife has an app that says it is an orb weaver, and I have looked at many photos of that species, none matching this one.
The image is beneath the fold. Please enlighten me as to what it is. (It is about 1/2 inch in size.)
Below the fold here I am going to reprint a comment left for us by TimR, with permission. The reason for this is that I do not want to take the time to essentially rewrite his words. I will leave well enough alone.
The reason I want to feature the comment is that it points to a source that perhaps hints at something I’ve long suspected, that the real purpose of (pre-Covid-19) vaccines was to protect industries from lawsuits. Pharmaceutical companies have now gone nuts with vaccinating kids, so another purpose would just be a profit center. I hope it is just saline.
I say “pre-Covid” because those vaccines are serving a real (and unstated) purpose having nothing to do with illness, and everything to do with a massive fake pandemic used to create a stampede to the vaccine. Time will tell, but I would allege that the purpose of those vaccines is depopulation. We know that people behind it, Bill Gates for instance, are eugenicists as well as misanthropes, that is, they want fewer people because in general, they hate people.
We all have our moments, I know. I disparage of humanity at times. But I do not hate people.
Spanish Peaks along with a couple of Ted Turner’s pet bison
Dave Klausler writes here on occasion. Now, just between us, we do not know if a word he writes is true, but heck, writing is writing, and I like it. Did Hemingway ever do anything in real life that he used Nick Adams to relate to us? I thought that I would take an opportunity here to tell a true story (are you reading me correctly, Dave?), one that nearly cost me my life even if I did not kill a bear. Maybe I would have been hauled out on a helicopter after rescue by a stray mountain lion.
We lived in Bozeman, and I was invited to accompany a couple of older gentlemen to Black Diamond Lake in the Spanish Peaks, part of the Gallatin Range. At a certain point we had to leave the trail and cross Spanish Creek, after which there was no trail. There was a log straddling the creek, which is why Bill, our leader, knew where to turn. The task at this point was to remember the route, as I would be coming back alone. Bill and a man I’d never met before, a doctor named Paul, had a few years on me. I was in my fifties, they in their sixties. Consequently, every now and then, we stopped, dropped our packs, and napped.
Well, we are embroiled in another huge land grab, this time in the Swan Valley, in western Montana, a magical place near and dear to my heart. I lived in Swan Lake between 1977 and 1992 and enjoyed an “early retirement” at age 30 for several years, just to get a feel for what retirement meant. I hiked, climbed, camped, boated, fished, hunted, and all the things one can possibly imagine in a valley with little private land, and even fewer local, year-round residents. It’s all up for grabs now, and the prognosis does not look or feel good.
A while back POM discussed a land grab in the Crazy Mountains, located between Livingston and Big Timber, where an elite developer wants to heli-ski and trek and generally exploit the undeveloped forest and mountains for private profit, catering to the .01%.
Rather than write an article, per se, I’m just going to paste my comments to the U.S. Forest Service, who are facilitating this transfer of land and assets from a “mom and pop” lease/operator to a global, heli-ski/ski area/destination resort conglomerate who will mow down what’s there and put up a mini-Disneyland with all the glitz and glitter necessary to attract celebs and uber-rich jet-setters to play in the once-wild forest and mountain environment that has become super popular since the “lockdowns” of the past few years. The Great Reset is moving at warp speed in Montana. Fasten your chin straps if you intend to stay and fight (v. selling out and moving to Ecuador, or Costa Rico, like so many others have already done).
The U.S. Forest Service is accepting comments until September 21, 2022, so if you are so motivated, add your .02, and help make history. Game on!
Use the following comments in any way you see fit. Copy, cut and paste, paraphrase, whatever. Just remember to file your comments before the 09/21 deadline.
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