I offer the above video because it contains some of the most powerful language in favor of representative government and against “fascism” (which Costner later invokes in the courtroom setting), in cinematic history. It is a level 101 course in the depths of deception that our leaders are capable of.
I Reveal My Inmost Self …
I am traveling currently and lodging for a couple of nights at a hotel where I have stayed many times before. They usually have a decent breakfast buffet, and I was looking forward to the offerings this morning.
Alas, the regular fare was replaced by pre-packaged muffins, plastic-wrapped fruit, and packets of instant oatmeal. I had to wait in line to dispense myself a cup of coffee from an urn. All around were my co-lodgers, masked and ultra-cautious, their every motion slowed somehow by their facewear. I felt like I was attending a bandito convention. All I wanted was my morning jolt, and it seemed to take forever.
It occurred to me that the handle for the spigot of the coffee urn was getting touched over and over by unsanitized hands, which same hands would soon peel bananas, uncup muffins, remove masks, and stuff cakeholes. An exercise in hygienic futility. We sat down in turn, properly distanced at our tables in the dining area. Off came the masks, and with them whatever minuscule health benefit they could have conferred towards one another.
As I watched masks being peeled away and actual faces emerge, I could not help but remember this scene from a B-movie of my youth … Continue reading “I Reveal My Inmost Self …”
Is it just me?
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.
I still carry on, as that is my nature, to push through even when not enthused about things. Continue reading “Is it just me?”
Killers of the Flower Moon
I just finished reading a book, recommended to me by friends and my wife, called Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI by journalist David Grann. I thought it might be a nice break from Cononahoax.
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.
Coronadulting: Thoughts on Adulting in the Age of Covinfantilization
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.
Continue reading “Coronadulting: Thoughts on Adulting in the Age of Covinfantilization”Winter for Poland and France
While we’re on the subject of seasons.
Can anyone venture a guess as to why coronavirus cases would spike Down Under? Ooh, ooh! (raises hand) Pick me!
Lawsuit forces feds to reconsider Yellowstone buffalo management plan
By Helena Dore Chronicle Staff Writerhttps://www.bozemandailychronicle.com/news/park-service-forest-service-agree-to-supplement-bison-management-plan/article_1f96e6f0-9820-59cf-a5da-c368195d91cb.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=bozchron
“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.
Continue reading “Lawsuit forces feds to reconsider Yellowstone buffalo management plan”It’s springtime for Hitler in Germany
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.
“Sir, you have to wear a face mask.”
Cooke City, Montana: Threatened by the fake virus
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.
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Sorry, Ms. Potter
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.
Piece of Mindful 