What Might They Be Hiding?


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A fake president keeps a precedent set by his more legitimate predecessors.

The Act permits the continued postponement of disclosure of information in records concerning President Kennedy’s assassination only when postponement remains necessary to protect against an identifiable harm to the military defense, intelligence operations, law enforcement, or the conduct of foreign relations that is of such gravity that it outweighs the public interest in disclosure.

“[M]ilitary defense, intelligence operations, law enforcement, or the conduct of foreign relations” means your interests are outweighed by the M-I-Complex, the CIA, the FBI, and Israel. Fine job. Keep voting!

Ever Shifting Definitions


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If you ain’t boosted, you ain’t vaxxed! In a predictable move that Winston Smith might appreciate, CDC Medizinischfuhrer Rochelle Walensky (she works for the “Biden” fake admin, so, yes) prepares to move the goalposts again.

“We have not yet changed the definition of ‘fully vaccinated.’ We will continue to look at this. We may need to update our definition of ‘fully vaccinated’ in the future,” Walensky said during a press briefing.

She also encouraged those eligible to get boosters: “If you’re eligible for a booster, go ahead and get your booster,” she said.

Nah, I’m good. Redefine as you please, just do it without my help. (I’m not eligible anyway, having never been poisoned to begin with).

Government School = A Mask Tapped To Your Daughter’s Face


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With the National Guard headed to CA to put down the shipping container rebellion, the victory in Afghanistan has kind of slipped out of the news. Remember, the Taliban or whoever is bad because they force girls and women to school in face diapers or something.

At least they don’t duct tape them on the girl’s faces the way they do in Colorado:

A student in Academy School District 20 said she was forced to tape her mask to her face at school in Colorado Springs. The student’s mother said it happened after the student’s face mask kept falling off in class.

These satanists will pay, in this life or the next. In the meanwhile, if the Taliban can’t come to help free us from this evil, we can and should HOMESCHOOL.

It’s Time To Go!


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If you’re on UATV, then you might know. (If you’re not … oh, well). Around 23:10 on the “China Warns the West” Darkstream it kicks in. I’ve been listening to the demo all week. Now, for the unwashed, here’s:


He said Boomer now it’s time to go

Boomer now it’s time to go

Boomer now it’s time to go

Time’s up now I told you so

Now everybody down with a cushion

And they’re starting the pushing

And it’s a final solution

And everybody cool

The Reaper’s gonna find you Boomer

He doesn’t have a sense of humor

With my little auditory thing, it took a few listens for this one to click. Then, like the rest, it became my favorite. These songs keep getting better and better! It’s the slow release of the biggest rock record of the decade – with an important message!

COLUMN: One Afternoon in America


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One Afternoon in America


This is a shorter column. It starts with Pink Floyd lyrics.

When I was a child,

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look but it was gone.

When I was a child, thanks to timing, geography, and demographic anomaly, I caught more than a glimpse. I was one of the last to live in the final semblance, beyond a false facade, of America as it was. I’m now grown and the Nation is gone. However, unlike some accursed Boomer, I am not comfortably numb.

Rather, I usually balance on the edge between crushing numbness of a kind most uncomfortable and blinding rage. So balanced, I can generally function somewhat intelligently. So it was last weekend.

One doesn’t expect to find signs of life at a funeral. I did. Call it Divine intervention or, perhaps, a tribute to the powerful, lingering nature of the deceased, but we had quite the cast of characters present. A presence.

This week, I was supposed to write something about scheduled the October 26th declassification of the CIA’s records concerning the murder of JFK. That won’t happen, even after nearly sixty years have passed. With so much left to hide from an insouciant public, they’ve already moved for an extension. They’ll get it. It really does not matter. 

When Kennedy was in Office, Heritage Americans were some 88% of the US population. Soon, we’ll be half that. As I’ve written before, it was America.

Saturday, I found myself home once again, if only for a few hours.

There were approximately 150 people in attendance. After the service, a smaller crowd, yours truly included, retreated to a farm for a private function. It was much more a celebration of a life worth celebrating than an inhumation. 

Of all those in attendance, I would conservatively estimate that 100% were White European Christians. Honestly, there could have been an Asian woman, though I cannot recall exactly. Regardless, it was a gathering of the Posterity stronger than that of JFK’s day.

The men were all strong, intelligent, civilized, and stoic. Manly gentlemen.

The women, all of similar character, were uniformly beautiful, feminine.

It was an intellectual population, in my estimation a full standard deviation or more above the average. 

The service was presided over by a Pastor best described as a Christian Fundamentalist. He meant what he said and believed the Power behind his proper, valiant words.

A grieving family mixed with familial extensions and friends. I say “grieving” though I don’t really think any of us have yet processed the loss. As I eulogized, impromptu, each of us is, as the subject character of Apollinaire’s poem, only beginning to realize that we stand on one side of a broken bridge.

In an age of psychotic breakdown, I think I only saw two masks. They were worn, for whatever reason, by two people who did not and would not dream of suggesting anyone else don similar attire. No one mentioned, possibly outside of a joke, the Great Hoax. There was no fear in this crowd.

There were writers and poets, editors, and publishers. There were educators of the literal kind. There were veterans. And farmers. And laborers. Crafters of many kinds. There were smart students of multiple ages. There was an actor. There were state and federal elected officials, all of whom naturally or deliberately left politics far away. There were more. We were one.

Most appropriately, while the pipes played inside the Chapel, outside in the hall, a line of George Meredith books stood guard – in the company of those by our departed friend and brother.

Owing to our composition, Lord Jesus Christ attended, giving strength and calm to all hearts and minds. His Father attuned the climate towards perfection. Cool breeze-borne air circulated under a bright blue fall sky. 

Symbolic of the future, of the mandate to stand and persevere, a little girl with bright blue eyes delighted in toddling barefoot through the grass. 

Memory upon memory and blessing upon blessing. Something more than a remembrance. For an afternoon, it was America.

Safe and Effective


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If Colin Powell, war criminal and con artist, hadn’t been fully VAXXed, then he might have died. As-was, he died … of “COVID.”

Let this be a lesson. Whether it’s by making one susceptible to a disease 99.9% of us are immune to, accelerating cancer, heart attack, blood clots, or some other intentional adverse effect, the Death Jab can do what no international tribunal could.

Update: I do recall, now, that Powell at least had the decency to apologize for his part(s) in the war(s).