We of the Ever-More-Destitute 99.9% Are Ever-More-Obviously Ruled by History's Greediest, Most Cunning Tyrants, which Ever-More-Undeniably Defines the Imperial US as Our Planet's Ultimate 'Shithole Country'

 (But let us first contemplate the Mother our survival commands us to defend; may Her radiance empower us to forever dispel the patriarchal darkness.)   

IMG_20230304_135802_103Photograph by KD ©2023: from a work-in-progress, an unabashedly worshipful embrace of our Mother Earth.

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I CANNOT REMEMBER, in all the decades I've followed such matters, a more relentlessly disturbing -- and not infrequently terrifying -- outpouring of news reports, whether from within the USian imperial homeland and its European colonies or from an oft-provoked Russian Federation that appears increasingly on the brink of precisely the sort of internal chaos that could make a world-ending, human-species-exterminating thermonuclear apocalypse unavoidable.

Meanwhile political conditions here in the Disunited States have deteriorated to such a depth of vindictively inflicted hopelessness that Hitler Wannabe Donald Trump's infamous characterization of non-white nations as "shithole countries" unquestionably now applies at least as accurately to the alleged "land of the free," wherein working-class existence is ever-more-obviously defined by a methodically engineered and maliciously imposed regime of  steadily intensifying socioeconomic and political oppression. Thus our tragically afflicted nation becomes a toxic variant of  the "rough beast, its hour come round at last" foretold by William Butler Yeats in "The Second Coming," revealing itself to be a relentlessly sadistic remake of Caligula’s Rome, Marie Antoinette’s France and Nicholas II’s Russia in which bottomless moral imbecility and irremediable corruption grant an infinitely evil aristocracy the absolute freedom to do whatever it goddamn well pleases to any and all of the rest of us.

Here – each of these reports chosen specifically for the fact it has seemingly managed to escape the ever-more-oppressive USian censorship apparatus – are 13 examples of the atrocities we now accept as the defining aspects of our daily routine, the most recent afflictions in an ever-metastasizing plague of horrors that in a just and mindful world would have long ago provoked revolution:

Though the case is admittedly mostly circumstantial, it cannot be said too often that 90 years of evidence proves far beyond judicially required certainty our plight dates from the 1933 Bankers' Plot, the collaborative effort in which the Wall Street aristocrats conspired with Hitler and Mussolini to nazify the nation into what their genetic and/or ideological descendants have made it today, the de facto Fourth Reich, the ultimate model of patriarchy as a theocratically brain-policed slave state, the global arsenal for terminal apocalypse and the ecogenocidally misogynistic reduction of our Mother Earth back to a bug planet.

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From the Comment Threads of Other Websites:

As cited above, on Skyrocketing State Terror in the Age of Counterterrorism.

Thank you, Mr. Gould-Wartofsky and LA Progressive, for this superbly analytical report. Meanwhile those who claim there is anything genuinely "leftist" about the present-day "Democratic" (sic) Party -- which in post-JFK operational truth has repeatedly proven itself to be nothing more than the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party -- are either tragically ignorant of genuinely leftist ideologies or are obediently parroting a Trumpite Big Lie.

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As cited above, on   Supreme Court strikes down Biden’s partial student loan forgiveness plan, 43 million borrowers denied debt relief.

Predictably, Biden the Beguiler's intentionally fraudulent pledge of student-loan debt relief has proven itself yet another classic example of "change we can believe in" -- the most malevolent Big Lie ever fed the terrifyingly gullible USian electorate.

The pivotal, ultimately damning fact in this ongoing charade -- in which the "Democratic" (sic) Party desperately seeks to maintain its ever-more-transparent disguise as something other than the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party's Fifth Column -- is there is no possible way even the most delusional of the Beguiler's advisors could have imagined the Christonazi cabal that now tyrannizes the nation via the Supreme Court would let any student-debt-relief plan stand. 

Precisely as Comrade Grey points out, the Beguiler ensured  the Christonazis had -- and have -- "the best conditions for them to block the program," which they will obviously continue to exploit to maximum ruling class advantage.

At least as important as the financial considerations cited by Sebouh80 is the political fact any truly effective debt relief would be tantamount to manumission from the lifetime wage slavery that effectively prohibits any and all meaningful anti-capitalist resistance by the debtors. It does so by the constant threat of retaliatory job loss underscored by the fact student loans cannot be discharged via bankruptcy.

This method of prohibiting any such activism, which dates to the Johnson and Nixon regimes' efforts to suppress opposition to the Southeast Asian War, is in fact the original, underlying purpose of runaway higher education costs.

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Wisconsin’s “Democratic” (sic) Governor Signed Largest Private School Voucher Boost in 30 Years

This is merely additional (irrefutable) proof the post-JFK "Democratic" (sic) Party is nothing more than the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party.

(Don't forget it was Wisconsin also spawned Sen. Joseph McCarthy, purgemaster of the c. '50s-'60s persecution not only of Communists but -- in truth -- anyone whose politics were to the left of fascism, all intellectuals especially included.)

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“Twitter Files” Journalist Matt Taibbi Claims IRS and FBI Retaliation

How many times must it be said? The USian "mainstream media" propaganda machine -- social media included -- is the world's first privately owned, for-maximum-profit version of Josef Goebbels' Reich Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda.

And exactly like the Third Reich's Reichsministerium für Volksaufklärung und Propaganda (RMVP), its present-day descendant in the Nazi-war-criminal abetted de facto Fourth Reich is ultimately under the command-and-control of the respective nation's secret police, in each instance weaponized to serve the infinite evil of the ruling tyrants.

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Of Course Greta Met with Zelinsky

I wonder if Ms. Thunberg realizes the tragic extent to which she has been co-opted by the USian imperial brain-police apparatus -- or if she does not, how she will respond when she awakens to the bitter truth of our now-eternal powerlessness. (Because I have enormous respect for her passion, I see her as an innocent in the same way we of the old '60s Counterculture were innocents, smug [and therefore utterly vulnerable] in the foolish belief our righteousness protected us from contamination by the Infinite Evil that has threatened the world since the advent of patriarchy and which -- with the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki -- achieved the terminally misogynistic ecogenocidal omnipotence over our Mother Earth and all her children that was always the patriarchs' ultimately apocalyptic purpose.)

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5 Elements of Fascism and Their Exact Expression in Trump, the White Christian Nationalist Movement He Leads and the “Republican” (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party He Rules

With respect to Mr. Reich -- he is definitely cognizant of the threat implicit in today's "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party -- I believe he errs in labeling its ecogenocidal toxicity "fascism." Instead -- especially given the admiration today's so-called "Republicans" express for Hitler -- it is clearly an USian variety of nazism (lower-case "n") -- particularly given its notion of Western-European ancestry/non-Jewish whites as the planet's master-race. There is also the fact it has been credibly reported Trump's favorite book is Mein Kampf -- reports surely confirmed by how the strategies and tactics employed not only by Trump but also by his rivals within the party's dominant like-minded faction are obviously so derived. In this context, it seems to me a grave downplaying of the threat to call our adversaries and their lethal intent as anything other than nazis and nazification.

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Cormac McCarthy (1933-2023): Chronicler of American carnage

I knew McCarthy in East Tennessee at the University of Tennessee c. 1959 and c. 1962-1964 while he was living in the Sevier County back country and writing The Orchard Keeper.

Though nominally he denounced any and all intellectually focused  conversation as mere "holding forth," in what I recall as our one genuinely "serious" chat, he repeatedly and emphatically cited Rachel Carson's Silent Spring as the most important (and most infinitely damning) text  our species would ever publish. When I replied that Carson's disclosures might be for what was then called the conservation movement what Uncle Tom's Cabin had been to abolitionism,  he  said that could never happen because our species was too pridefully ignorant and too sociopathically self-obsessed.

Point being, if we are to understand his extreme negativity -- which most assuredly is not to justify it -- I believe we have to look at Carson's influence (which has since morphed into the ruling-class-environmentalists' academic  demand for exterminating 90 percent of the working class population), and the fact that concurrent with the publication of Silent Spring, the Tennessee Valley Authority, his father's pride and joy (and my own father's favorite, sometimes tears-in-his-eyes example of beneficent socialism), TVA was already under relentlessly savage attack from the Neoconfederate and proto-Christonazi right. Meanwhile the "Democratic" (sic) Party's alleged efforts to defend and preserve TVA -- especially after the coup of 22 November 1963 -- were ever-more-obviously nothing but charades.

Utterly deprived of humanitarian resources by Nazi-war-criminal-abetted capitalist   censorship, terrorism and weaponization of religion, McCarthy's work thus exemplifies the only aesthetic tolerable to the USian ruling class. 

Afterthoughts: (1)-I should have added that McCarthy’s apocalyptic negativity – albeit far more lyrically expressed than the prideful ignorance and methodically shrunken vocabulary of the Moronic Majority nominally permit– is precisely the helplessly subjugated, ever-more-forcibly conditioned hopelessness by which our self-anointed divine-right masters seek to guarantee no one will ever again dare rise up to challenge their ecogenocidal patriarchal omnipotence; (2)-While the bourgeois environmentalists demand for extermination of 90 percent of the global working class has since been trivialized as a right-wing conspiracy theory, it is in fact anything but. See for example the full text of one of Eric Pianka's speeches and the accompanying commentary as cited by Wikipedia, here. There is also the fact a few of the wealthier students at Huxley College, Western Washington State University's  environmental-science school, were already openly advocating such a final solution c. 1982-83, when I was living in Bellingham. (3)-I err in attributing the call for genocidal reduction of the 99.9 Percent exclusively to the influence of Silent Spring; Carson’s work is actually one of two such goads. The other is The Population Bomb, by Paul and Anne Ehrlich, which was published in 1968. A third factor is of course the sneering, Marie-Antoinette-caliber contempt with which the USian aristocracy – the academic elite most assuredly included – regards the 99.9 Percent, particularly our caste-sisters and caste-brothers who lack college degrees and/or work in fields wherein higher education is not required.

LB/30 June-2 July 2023

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The Bipartisan Campaign to Make America Hate Again

But First Some Unfinished Business...

1970 Portfolio (fire survivors)-13 - Copy      Here's the photo I tried to run on 31 May but couldn't due to what blog-server Typepad  apologetically says was a software breakdown: from the 1967 Memorial Day Police Riot in Manhattan's Tompkins Square Park. (Photo by Loren Bliss © 1967, 2011, 2022, 2023; thanks to Publisher Scott Orr, this work was resurrected last year by an NYC art journal, BSceneZine, Volume 1, issue 9.)

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TO UNDERSTAND HOW “Make America Great Again” is in horrible truth a euphemism for “Make America Hate Again,” it is necessary we recognize why the New Deal was so thoroughly despised by the USian1 ruling class and why its few enduring vestiges remain under such relentless attack today.

From the perspective of those who consider themselves our masters, the New Deal threatened the ethos of racial, ethnic, gender and class hatred they have imposed on the North American working class2 since colonial times. Were the New Deal to fulfill its potential of universal socioeconomic security, it would end  the dog-eat-dog competition for survival that fuels identity politics. It would thereby deny the ruling class its most effective weapon for preserving and expanding its own dictatorial power. No longer could the aristocracy keep us powerless by imposing  austerity, limiting the availability of jobs, housing, food and healthcare,  and weaponizing the resultant hardships to ensure we remain divided against ourselves in life-or-death competition for survival.3    

In this context, let us not forget two pivotal facts: firstly, that the primary purpose of both the Italian Fascist Party and the German Nazi Party was to exterminate any and all forms of socialism – to destroy beyond any possibility of resurrection the one and only ethos in our species’ history that openly seeks global working-class solidarity by proclaiming it the only effective defense against the ecogenocidal consequences of capitalist moral imbecility; secondly, that the New Deal had the selfsame purpose of staving-off socialist revolution and preserving capitalism,  though it sought to do so not by the brute force of fascism or nazism, but by humanitarian concessions universal enough to ameliorate capitalism's infinite malevolence. Thus the New Deal began nullifying capitalism's  traditional, self-protective compulsions to intra-working-class racial, ethnic and gender conflicts. To eliminate the need for revolutionary transformation into Soviet-style proletarian dictatorship -- a need widely recognized in an era in which the Communist Party had grown to be the third largest political organization in USian history -- the New Deal offered working-class solidarity via unionism and pledged to control capitalist greed by a combination of collective bargaining and progressive legislation.

But the capitalist aristocracy clearly understood such concessions would radically reduce and perhaps permanently eliminate their ability to maintain maximum power, which they had repeatedly done by fostering enough hateful conflict amongst the races, ethnicities and genders within the working class to ensure we remain disunited -- and therefore hopelessly defenseless against whatever outrages or atrocities they might  choose to inflict. On the rare occasions the USian working class managed to transcend identity politics and unite in a common front, as at Blair Mountain and the battle that ensued, as we momentarily achieved on the Lower East Side of Manhattan during the Countercultural '60s -- thus the post-Memorial-Day relevance of the above photograph and the report linked in its cutlines -- or as we briefly attempted via Occupy, we were soon subjugated by brute force. Though in Occupy -- where I revealed myself to be a near-lifelong Marxian and was welcomed as an elder activist -- we were also beset internally by the solidarity-smashing self-obsessed egotism in which so many younger USians have been relentlessly conditioned literally from birth.      

Like their penchant for violence, the aristocrats' identity-politics strategy is at least as old as Rome: divide et impera; divide and rule.

And the USian ruling class -- no doubt with the savvy assistance of some the Original (NSDAP) Nazi war criminals infiltrated into USian society by the government -- it has weaponized it as never before.

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A DAMNING PATTERN of historical facts, a vast, 90-year body of circumstantial evidence far stronger than what would be necessary to win convictions in any U.S. criminal court, tells us the present-day effort by the “Republican” (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party to transform the U.S. into a white-male-supremacist theocracy  -- this thoroughly enabled by the mainstream-media-obscured, post-JFK function of  the “Democratic” (sic) Party as the Republicans’ Fifth Column --  dates back to the failed Bankers’ Plot of 1933 and the federal government’s millionaire-mandated decision in 1934 to drop its congressional investigation of the plotters, thereby granting these ruling-class perpe-traitors de facto immunity.

Forced by the exposure and defeat of their plot to reckon with the fact the nation could not be nazified overnight, the fathers and grandfathers of today’s ruling class conceived a clandestine, far-more-diabolical strategy of three parts. First they began the slow-motion process of co-opting fundamentalist Christianity and turning it into a dependably obedient, ldeologically lockstep, politically formidable, less publicly violent variant of the Sturmabteilung. Next they cemented a permanent Nazi/Wall-Street alliance by enabling the International Business Machines corporation (IBM) to organize Hitler’s genocide program. Lastly – after the Red Army’s sweeping victory at Stalingrad made it obvious Germany would loose the war – they ordered their governmental lackeys to begin recruiting vast numbers of upper echelon Original (NSDAP) Nazi war criminals as U.S. government advisors and comrades-at arms.

With the murder of Medgar Evers as its prelude -- say his name --  then came, as predictably as night follows day, the kill-the-New-Deal-forever coup of 22 November 1963 – the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, its cover-up by the Warren Commission and all the horrors that relentlessly followed:

  • The Vietnam War;
  • The attack on the USS Liberty, which is now revealed (see below) as the false-flag opener in the Johnson Regime’s failed attempt to justify a thermonuclear Pearl Harbor against the Soviet Union;
  • An entire decade of obviously political martyrdom: (say their names: Malcolm X, Michael Schwerner, James Chaney, Andrew Goodman, Viola Liuzzo, Martin Luther King Jr., Sen. Robert Kennedy, Fred Hampton, Mark Clark, Allison Krause, Jeffrey Glen Miller, Sandra Lee Scheuer, William Knox Schroeder, Philip Lafayette Gibbs, James Earl Green, Karen Silkwood -- and remember there are no doubt many more such martyrs  unnamed and lost to history);
  • The Nazi-war-criminal advised Central Intelligence Agency's concurrent, near-total suppression of the Counterculture;
  • The subsequent imposition of the USian socioeconomic variant of nazism cleverly euphemized as "neoliberalism," perfected by the University of Chicago's economics department in the torture-lab of Pinochet's Chile,  vectored into USia by the Carter Regime,  brought to full malignancy by the so-called Reagan Revolution and further metastasized by`its Fifth Column of Democrat collaborators led by the Clintons and Obama (with Barack the Betrayer no doubt also chosen specifically to inflame the white electorate's always-simmering, post-Katrina-proven racism);
  • The ongoing, ever-more-overt nazification of the nation and the simultaneous rise of Neoconfederate fanaticism  rendered unstoppable by Trump’s racist/misogynist victory over the (deliberately?) ill-advised Hillary Clinton in 2016;
  • And finally the dark undertow of cumulative consequences turned fatal to the solidarity of the federal union  -- and probably deadly to any last lingering vestiges of USian democratic process --  by the combination of Biden's election, Trump's attempted putsch against him on 6 January 2021 and the ever-more-violent, ever-more-irreconcilable hostilities so aroused. 

Now we suffer a presidency so "change-we-can-believe-in" treacherous to progressives and nevertheless so infuriating to the Christonazis and Neoconfederates, its chronic unpopularity remains unprecedentedly constant at around 55 percent. And with the Beguiler's compulsory, no-choice-allowed reelection candidacy rammed down our proverbial throats by the political puppets of the ruling class, it is almost certain to hand these biological and/or ideological descendants of the Bankers' Plot perpe-traitors their  final, forever end-of-the-U.S.-as-we-knew-it triumph next year -- this as the mainstream media's propagandistic complicty approaches the level of an undisguised atrocity.

When we view all these bits of  circumstantial evidence as a totality, as a logical sequence of cause-and-effect, we have a story that  reads like a sequel to Mein Kampf -- or an indictment written from the Rise chapters of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, William Schirer's epic history of Nazi Germany.

Which brings us back to MAGA – “Make America Great Again” – as a diabolically clever euphemism for MAHA – Make America Hate Again: the only way our self-appointed masters can guarantee our far greater numbers remain irrelevant, especially now that our ever-more-desperate struggles to survive are increasingly targeted as acts of revolutionary defiance.

Here then are three recent betrayals in which the Democrats prove beyond any possibility of denial their ultimate function as the Christonazi/Neoconfederate Fifth Column:

Betrayal Number One: The Biden Regime’s Federal Bureau of Investigation -- part of the secret-police apparatus commanded by the Department of Homeland Security --  is now serving the Christonazis by denouncing abortion-rights activists as a new domestic terror threat and hunting them accordingly. This terrifying disclosure follows Intercept’s revelations of how Biden the Beguiler sicced the feds on pro-choice Jane’s Revenge – a story completely suppressed by the mainstream media propaganda apparatus in its function as the world’s first privately owned, for-profit version of Josef Goebbels’ Reich Ministry for Public Enlightenment and Propaganda -- and a decision in 100-percent opposition  to Biden’s allegedly “evolved” pro-choice stance, but -- of course -- entirely in keeping with his anti-choice history as documented by The Guardian and by Rolling Stone.

Betrayal Number Two (quoted text from Common Dreams): “The details of a debt ceiling/spending deal between President Biden and Speaker Kevin McCarthy include a number of provisions that...fast-track new fossil fuel development, including swift actions to bolster approval of the controversial Mountain Valley Pipeline, weakening of the National Environmental Policy Act, and freezing of the budget for the Environmental Protection Agency.” Obviously the Democrats' pledge to protect the life-sustaining remnants of our ever-more-toxified earthly enviroment is but another example of "change we can believe in," the most outrageous Big Lie ever fed the tragically gullible USian electorate.  

Betrayal Number Three (quoted text from Just Security):For months, environmental and racial justice activists in Atlanta have challenged the destruction of a local forest for a police training facility. Following an extended draconian crackdown, the Atlanta Police Department on May 31 arrested three people who operated a bail fund providing legal support to demonstrators. This escalatory action directly targeted constitutional rights to free speech and legal representation, drawing widespread criticism from civil rights groups such as the NAACP Legal Defense Fund, which called the arrests a ‘discretionary misuse of law enforcement’ to intimidate activists.” To justify these unprecedented arrests, the Georgia authorities cited the characterization of the Atlanta activists as terrorists by the Biden Regime’s Department of Homeland Security, essentially already behaving as if it were the USian equivalent of the Third Reich’s Reichssicherheitshauptamt (RSHA).  Wake up, people;  the de facto Fourth Reich is already upon us.

As Winston Churchill is credibly said to have privately commented on the eve of the Battle of Britain, "only a miracle can save us now." 

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Five More News Reports That Reflect How MAGA Means MAHA

Swatstika-brandishing Nazis, other DeSantis supporters rally outside Disney World in Orlando, Florida. An ever-more-common expression of genocidal hatred legitimized by Trump and his Christonazi/Neoconfederate Republicans. “As usual, the Florida governor and Republican presidential candidate Ron DeSantis has refused to denounce his Nazi supporters.”

Unknown sadists target children by pouring muriatic acid on playground slides; several kids suffer burns.This is another, especially wrenching manifestation of the hatred that increasingly typifies USia since the Trump candidacy legitimized its expression. (To put this atrocity in its proper perspective, note that thanks to MAHA, the definitively capitalist ethos of infinitely selfish moral imbecility now rules, its hateful ubiquity proven by the fact that as of 14 June, USia’s burgeoning legions of moral imbeciles have run amok with guns to confirm their ultimate suitability for jobs in maximum-profit upper-management by murdering 351 humans and wounding 1,032 more in 272 mass shootings already this year.)

Muslim-governed Michigan city bans LGBTQ Pride flags on all public property. Thanks to the lifetime Christonazification of the Supreme Court, USian religions can now be as openly hateful as they want. (Note Grover Norquist’s assertion fanatical Muslims and fanatical Christians share the same values and the implicit belief they should therefore unite to impose anti-Jewish theocracy on USia.)

Which already exists in misogynistic form as proven by the hateful Southern Baptist declaration women are biblically unfit to serve the church in any pastoral office. (NOTE: I had not heard of TrendyDigest before seeking a detailed report on this example of MAHA-in-action, but after nearly an hour of online research, its work and this Aljazeera dispatch were by far the best, most contextually detailed stories I could find. My special thanks to TD for a chronology that suggests the fanatically patriarchal Baptists regard the disempowerment of women as the final solution to the denomination’s innumerable sex-abuse scandals.)

Last but not least, and most assuredly echoing the Original (NSDAP) Nazi declaration of genocide against “life unfit for life,” we have the newest Chrisionazi/Neoconfederate declaration of potentially deadly hate against elderly and disabled people.

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And Five MAHA-Relevant Comment-Thread Posts from Other Websites

How LBJ Tried to Start World War III; Massive Cover-Up Continues After 55 Years. Evidence suggests the Israelis were ordered to attack the USS Liberty as part of a false-flag operation intended to justify a U.S. invasion of Egypt to oust Nasser, thereby provoking a Soviet response LBJ would use to justify a thermonuclear first strike aimed at destroying the Soviet Union and giving the USian Empire Hitler’s ultimate goal of dictatorship over all the world’s nations and peoples.

My comment: Actually I think future historians -- if indeed our species has a future (which I gravely doubt) -- will cite 22 November 1963 as the permanent end of the United States as a democratic republic, much as 30 January 1933 (the date of Hitler's appointment as chancellor by von Hindenburg) marks the end of the Weimar Republic. I also suspect LBJ's criminally treasonous conspiracies so ruthlessly compromised the "Democratic" (sic) Party, it can never again be anything other than the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party. As to how those crimes were facilitated, I suspect the true enablers were the legions of diabolically clever upper-echelon Original (NSDAP) Nazi war criminals the USian government and ruling class embraced as advisors and comrades-at-arms, though the plutocrats’ passion for nazifying the U.S. is readily traceable to the 1933 Bankers' Plot and the federal grant of de facto immunity to its perpe-traitors in 1934.

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"The use of domestic terrorism charges against the environmental and animal liberation movements set important precedents for the repression Atlanta’s ‘Stop Cop City’ movement faces today.

My comment: Two points:

(1)--Anyone who (still) doubts 9/11 was the Reichstag Fire of the USian Empire and de facto Fourth Reich is either clinically deranged or hopelessly stupid.

(2)--Quoth Lev Bronstein, c. 1905: "In every gathering of three revolutionaries, there is at least one agent of the Okhrana."

Truly, nothing else need be said.

Later on the same thread, in supportive response to Nylene 13’s comments about the ruling class: Not just evil, but ecogenocidally Evil, planet-killing Evil, potentially solar-system and galaxy destroying Evil, bottomlessly Evil, infinitely Evil,  more Evil than any known language can possibly describe. But to our endless disadvantage, they are most assuredly not  stupid; instead, like their idols Hitler and Pinochet, they are malevolently cunning,   serial-killer malicious, vindictively sadistic moral imbeciles utterly without empathy or compassion, our dying world's true apex predators, omnipotent until they are brought down by some apocalypse,  whether self-inflicted or not, that will most likely be the end of our entire species. 

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"If the Police Can Decide Who Qualifies as a Journalist, There Is No Free Press. Where’s the outcry? Mainstream media have been strangely silent following the arrest of two reporters in North Carolina.”

My comment: USian so-called "mainstream media" is in fact the world's first privately owned, for-maximum-monopoly-profit version of Hitler's Reichsministerium für Volksaufklärung und Propaganda (Reich Ministry for Public Enlightenment and Propaganda), which was headed by Propaganda Minister Josef Goebbels and overseen by the Sicherheitsdienst -- the state security service also known as the SD --  in much the same way the USian mainstream media apparatus is overseen by the CIA.

Given the federal government's wholesale embrace of German Nazi war criminals as advisors and comrades-at-arms -- a process that began in 1944 (soon after the Red Army's sweeping victory at Stalingrad made it clear Germany would lose the war) -- it is clearly no coincidence the USian Empire developed deep-state institutions so similar to those of Nazi Germany.

The persecution of the two Asheville journalists and the persecution of alternative media in general, the latter dating to the clandestine suppression of the Counterculture that began shortly after the murder of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, is thus among the more obvious consequences. 

Though that assassination and its subsequent decade of political murders was its enabling coup, the methodically relentless nazification of USia and its Empire actually dates to 1934, when the perpe-traitors of the pro-nazification Bankers' Plot -- the fathers and grandfathers of the plutocracy that now owns all USian politicians and controls them as puppets -- were granted federal immunity.

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The New York Times published...a column by Paul Krugman dismissing the role of Ukranian fascists in the mass murder of Jews and Soviet citizens during World War II and minimizing as mere ‘shadows’ their prominence in the present NATO proxy war against Russia. Krugman’s comment, ‘The Eyes of the World are Upon Ukraine,’ is a thoroughly dishonest and cynical apology for Ukrainian fascism, past and present.” 

My comment: Comrade Maclaman's welcome report on Paul Krugman's latest deceptions provides us with an exceptionally instructive example of how USia's so-called "mainstream media is in fact the world's first privately-owned, for-(maximum)-profit version of Hitler's Reichsministerium für Volksaufklärung und Propaganda (RMVP), the notorious Reich Ministry for Public Enlightenment and Propaganda headed by the equally notorious Josef Goebbels.

That its USian successor is a cluster of a half-dozen rigidly policed capitalist monopolies – The New York Times most assuredly included – enables it to march in purposefully fascistic lockstep even as it maintains a deceptive charade of superficial ideological differences.Thus in terms of their underlying messages of national exceptionalism and what amounts to divine-right global hegemony, there is ultimately no difference between The Times and Fox News.

And the apology for nazism that is the essence of the cited Krugman piece unquestionably makes that similarity undeniable. 

Not surprisingly given the legions of Original Nazi war criminals the USian government embraced as advisors and comrades-at-arms -- the "mainstream media" apparatus is closely monitored by the CIA, much as its Nazi forefather was monitored by the Sicherheitsdienst (SD), the state security agency of which the Gestapo was the most notorious part.

Also in Krugman's lies we again glimpse the far more devious USian variant of the blueprint for nazification provided by Hitler in Mein Kampf, a wretchedly written, unpleasantly tedious read which should nevertheless be studied closely by anyone who takes to heart Sun Tzu’s dictum of thoroughly knowing our enemy as the vital foundation of effective response.

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Why Did Trump Keep Classified Documents?

My comment: Given what we know of Trump's character and personality -- that is to say, his moral imbecility -- my guess is he was hoping to use classified, probably top-secret investigative material to blackmail his enemies, thereby turning them into his puppets. Nor would I put it past him to peddle military secrets for profit, as Mr. Vaill suggests.

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Plus One Comment Suppressed by The New York Times:

Is It Wrong to Bring a Child Into Our Warming World? (The magazine’s "Ethicist" columnist on personal responsibility and climate change.)

My (censored) comment: Seems to me in this instance the Ethicist misses the point. The ultimate question about bringing children into the world today is whether we have the right to create life we know will be subject to the unmitigated horrors -- ever-worsening environmental disaster and ever-more-tyrannical governance -- that now inescapably define our species' future. That's why every millennial I know -- and I know at least a dozen -- says they intend to remain childless. As one young woman memorably said in a group discussion about this very question: "I'm not an (expletive deleted) hereditary billionaire aristocrat -- and those are the only people left on this planet who can actually guarantee their children will not either die homeless or in some prison or concentration camp."

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And, in Closing, Three Random Glimpses of Reality:

FIRST THE TRULY BAD NEWS: as I have been hypothesizing at least since the beginning of the Ukraine War, Biden the Beguiler’s escalation of global thermonuclear terror to hitherto-unimaginable intensity is ultimately the declaration by his plutocratic puppet-masters they and their favored vassals now believe themselves sufficiently well-bunkered to survive whatever ecogenocidal horrors they choose to command their political puppets to inflict on us. And – yes – here thanks to The Guardian is irrefutable proof I read the evidence correctly.

THEN SOME (PARTIAL) GOOD NEWS: obviously – as indicated by other reports of a stunning, globally authenticated increase in wild-animal attacks – Nature has begun avenging herself against the perpetrators of what should properly be described as terminal climate change. (The good-news part is that here is still more solid proof of the Gaia Hypothesis – the scientific restatement of the core premise of the goddess-centered paganism that was our species’ first and longest-lasting religion – that our Mother Earth is alive, conscious and self-regulating.)

More darkly, Jackson Browne’s prophetic, wantonly disregarded warning of “the magnitude of her fury” is again confirmed.

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Though I'm Sorry I've Still No More Attempts at Writing Fiction

After emotionally, intellectually and journalistically coping with this week's news content, I'm admittedly tempted to dismiss my effort to write fiction as nothing more than psychological avoidance -- or at the very least, a wasteful distraction from tracking MAHA. But I'm nevertheless of two minds: one tells me fiction is by far the most effective way to disseminate a message -- witness George Orwell; the other tells me that if our species has a future at all, it will be in a world so constrained, fiction will be useless and therefore irrelevant. Obviously, what applies here is an ancient cliche: "time will tell."

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Three footnotes, with an apology Typepad's software won't allow them posted as such:

1As a matter of linguistic principle I refuse to libel the non-U.S. residents of the two American continents by applying the name of their larger homeland to the most ecogenocidally malignant nation in human history. Hence I have derived "USia" and "USian" from "United States" and "U.S." It is  a usage I am gratefully delighted to note others are adopting as their own, for it also recognizes the fact any notion of  "united" states is proven an ever-more-colossal Big Lie by the ongoing self-division of USia's  peoples into two separate nations that have already become mutual enemies and will in all probability eventually go to war with one another.  One of these nations, which includes my home state of Washington, is a federation of approximately 14 mostly coastal states  in which human rights remain meaningful and the quest for improved social services including universal health care therefore remain viable causes. The other nation is a 36-state Christonazi/Neoconfederate dictatorship  hell-bent on imposing a zero-tolerance theocratic white-supremacist male tyranny openly modeled on Hitler's Third Reich.  (As always, language is a reflection of reality, and the reality expressed by the USian appropriation of the labels "America" and "American" is the intent of the USian ruling class -- the .01 Percenters -- to greedily expand their already inconceivably vast fortunes by conquering the entire two-continent landmass, subjugating and enslaving all its peoples and looting its natural resources until its environment is nothing more than a continent-sized version of the poisonous barren this obscene aristocracy is already making of the West Virginia coalfields and the Mississippi Delta region of the Gulf of Mexico.) 

2"Working class" as used herein is defined as any and all of us dependent upon regular paychecks for survival – that is, the entire 99.9 Percent of the population.     

3Beneath the media hype and Hollywood hullabaloo, the books and films of the Hunger Games anthology provide an excruciatingly accurate portrait of capitalism reductio ad absurdum; its great irony is the fact it is being peddled for maximum profit in a nation apparently already too dumbed-down to recognize the real-life USian counterparts of the fictional circumstances that legitimize its revolutionary message. As an unflinching caricature of present conditions, parts of it may well be the best such USian work ever. Despite some less-than-convincing performances in the films, its content is so apt, it leaves me questioning how it got past the normal mainstream-media censorship apparatus, which controls theater, film and book-publishing media as tightly as it controls print and broadcast news. I cannot but wonder -- especially given the USian Empire's adoption of so many Nazi war criminals who brought with them their party's  unprecedented skill at manipulating public opinion -- if the widespread dissemination  of the Hunger Games material might then be in part a ruling class attempt to measure the extent to which we are already so numbed by the horrors of neoliberal existence, we have become indifferent to atrocity and injustice and are thus psychologically too paralyzed to ever again effectively rise up against it. Nor can I doubt Madison Avenue's many disciples of Josef Goebbels and Edward Bernays would eagerly agree to such an experment. And I say this in the sure knowledge any such notion will be poo-pooed by the moronic minions who suicidally refuse to recognize the bottomless moral imbecility -- the infinitely ecogenocidal Evil -- by which our doomed species is now ruled. 

LB/16-18 June 2023

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An Anxiety-Ridden Anthology of Outside Agitation

Three Utterly Terrifying News Reports

Biden Shows His True (Christonazi) Colors on Abortion: This past winter, the Biden Regime appeased the far right by leveling severe charges against abortion rights defenders. Now, the activists targeted in the federal crackdown are also facing legal attacks from an anti-abortion group and Florida Republican Gov. Ron DeSantis. In addition to the federal criminal charges — which carry a sentence of 12 years in prison — Florida’s attorney general sued two of the activists for damages. Heartbeat of Miami, a “crisis pregnancy center,” is also absurdly alleging that all four activists were engaged in a conspiracy. The purported crime, the conspiracy, the federal charges? Spray painting.

COMMENT: once again – this time by disclosing the hatred of women it shares with its pretend opponents– the “Democratic” (sic) Party reveals its post-JFK function as the Fifth Column of the “Republican” (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party. Note too how this story was completely suppressed by the mainstream media propaganda apparatus. Now we know why the Democrats refused to protect abortion rights when they had the congressional power to do so.

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Drone Attack on Moscow Aims to Escalate US-NATO War with Russia. On Tuesday, Ukraine launched its second drone strike on Moscow to date and the first targeting civilian homes. Eight fixed-wing drones were launched, of which at least one crashed into an apartment building. Tuesday’s attack on the capital city of Russia is a signal that, following last week’s G7 meeting—at which the US announced it would send F-16 fighters—the imperialist powers have decided to bring the war ever more directly into Russian territory. These attacks are aimed at provoking a retaliatory response by Russia, which could then be used to justify a further escalation by NATO, including the potential entry of NATO troops directly into the conflict.

COMMENT: I fear this thrusts the threat of thermonuclear apocalypse well beyond that posed by the 1962 Cuban missile crisis.

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U.S. Wars Since 2001 Have Killed 4.5 Million People. The Cost of War Project at Brown University estimates that at least 4.5 million people have died as a result of the wars launched by the United States since the 9/11 attacks in 2001.

COMMENT: tyrannical empires are ultimately defined by their body counts, and with its genocidal campaigns against First Nations tribes and peoples of color, the USian Empire has already murdered multitudes more than Hitler;s Third Reich.

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In Tacoma as Everywhere Else in the Empire: No Escape 

Tacoma Art Museum board opts for more union-busting. WSLC vows continued solidarity with TAM Workers United: ‘We have defeated these tactics before, and we will defeat them again.’ It’s been seven months since the workers at Tacoma Art Museum (TAM) announced that they have formed a wall-to-wall union (TAM Workers United), as part of AFSCME Council 28. They are seeking livable wages, safe working conditions, transparency and accountability from management, and respect on the job. But despite support from all departments and 90 percent of union-eligible staff, the museum’s administrators have refused to recognize the union.

COMMENT: the aristocratic, anti-working-class vindictiveness of USian art patrons – something I know all too well from my years in New York City – should surprise no one. Hence my most heartfelt support for the TAM workers’ efforts to unionize.

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An Exceptionally Vital Report on the True Origin of Capitalism 

Origins of debt: Michael Hudson reveals how financial oligarchies in Greece & Rome shaped our world. Economist Hudson discusses the origin of Western debt-based societies and the research in his book, The Collapse of Antiquity: Greece and Rome as Civilization’s Oligarchic Turning Point (Islet: 2023).

COMMENT: based on this interview, the best explanation I’ve yet found of the origins of capitalism, and therefore a book I intend to buy.

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Nine Comment-Thread Posts from Other Websites:
(Some unavoidably repetitive due to the stubborn permanence of the crises that afflict us.)

We Are In for 19 Months of Relentless, Insultingly Transparent Spin

NOTE: Popular Resistance and Patrick Lawrence of Consortium News err gravely (and in Lawrence’s case perhaps deliberately try to deceive us) by equating Biden to the Soviet Union’s Yuri Andropov and Konstantin Chernenko; a far more politically accurate comparison of Biden is to the Weimar Republic’s senile president, Paul von Hindenburg, who appointed Hitler as chancellor and thereby enabled all the horrors that followed. I lead with this comment because – given that the USian Empire remains the global hegemon, by far the most ecogenocidally powerful tyrant in our species’ existence – it is pivotal in explaining all that obtains.

History -- the one subject we USians are methodically conditioned to avoid as if it were a no-antidote poison -- proves the "Democratic" (sic) Party's only (post-JFK} functions are preserving the Big Lie of USian democracy while serving the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party as its Fifth Column. Thus Biden the Beguiler's combination of bottomless corruption, geriatric senility and now-closeted racism make him the capitalist ruling-cabal's perfect choice to ensure the 2024 elections complete the Empire's nazification.

Those who dare examine the (ever-more-irrefutable) historical evidence will discover our final passage to that now-inescapable denouement began in 1934 when the Bankers' Plot perpe-traitors -- many of them fathers and grandfathers of the Empire's present owners -- were granted federal immunity for their treasonous conspiracy to make USian industry and natural resources the enabling elements for world conquest -- today's "full-spectrum dominance" -- by what would become the Rome/Berlin/Tokyo Axis.

Failing that -- and no doubt inspired by the infinitely evil genius of Hitler and Josef Goebbels -- our relentlessly misogynistic white-supremacist rulers seized Madison Avenue's mass-marketing techniques to fuel their retaliatory scheme of slow-motion, multi-generational nazification. In 1938 they began co-opting fundamentalist Christianity, reconditioning it into a reliably nazified auxiliary. By 1944 they were adopting upper-echelon Original (N.S.D.A.P.) Nazi war criminals as advisors and comrades-at arms. Then, "as the night the day," followed the 1963 coup and all that has come after, including the sparks of white Moronic Majority racism cunningly blown into unquenchable conflagration by the Obama presidency's innumerable "change-we-can-believe-in" betrayals and thus exploding into Trumpite Christonazism.

Yes, especially because of its implicit premeditation, this is an utterly terrifying hypothesis. But as Sun Tzu tells us, it is suicide to underestimate our enemy. Yes, most of the evidence is circumstantial. But USian juries routinely impose death sentences on far less. And this is the only  hypothesis that fully explains both the Republican conversion to unabashed nazism and the enabling Democrat paradox of progressive promises repeatedly asserted yet infuriatingly broken -- the ultimate form of the Big Lie weaponized to impose terminal nazification -- terminal not just to our nation, but to our entire species as well.

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US Announces Plans to Send F-16 Fighter Jets to Ukraine

Like the “Democratic” (sic) Party itself, Biden the Beguiler always lies to the citizenry.

The hopelessly gullible Moronic Majority reliably behaves as if the lies were truths, then does no more than whimper in craven submission when the falsehoods are overturned by obviously premeditated socioeconomic atrocities or apocalyptic escalations.

Indeed such lying is a pattern that -- with the post-JFK Democrats now functioning solely as the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party -- has become as predictable as sunrise.

That's why -- just as we now know the Beguiler lied with his implicit promises not to escalate the Ukraine War into a greater conflict (and thus most likely into a thermonuclear apocalypse that will exterminate our species and reduce our Mother Earth back to a bug planet), we know he's also lying when he pledges the debt-limit fight won't be weaponized to further savage the working class.

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Zelensky’s Wartime Visit to Berlin and Germany’s New “Drive to the East”

Apropos the defiant resurrection of German militarism, it is undoubtedly of great semiotic significance the Bundeswehr has already brought back the traditional jackboots -- albeit modified by a cynically labeled "democracy buckle" -- as their parade-uniform footwear. Hence the goose-step will no doubt soon follow. As my long-dead paternal grandmother, a Scot, so often said, "the Germans are a fine people -- as long as you don't allow them military uniforms."

Hence my clenched-fist salute to Comrade Stern, though he omits the historical fact the already nazified USian ruling class made its wholly owned U.S. government a de facto puppet of German foreign policy by its eager adoption of legions of Nazi war criminals as advisors and comrades-at-arms -- the premeditated post-World-War-II atrocity for which not only our entire species but our Mother Earth herself will soon pay Hitler's terminal, better-dead-than-defeated price.

Unless, of course, there is a truly global uprising by the working class…

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Inflation Drives US Household Debt to Record $17 Trillion

And our potentially deadly plight -- that is, the plight of the entire USian working class, 99.9 percent of the domestic population -- will become infinitely worse once Biden the Beguiler completes the "Democratic" (sic) Party's cunningly pre-scripted debt-limit betrayal, thereby  enabling the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party to complete the genocidal destruction of the socioeconomic "safety-net" remnants long targeted by the ruling-class.

But it's really nothing new; it's just another (terminal) example of "change we can believe in" -- the most malevolently destructive Big Lie ever pimped to the hopelessly gullible USian Moronic Majority.

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Manufactured Crisis over US Debt Ceiling Sets Stage for Bipartisan Assault on Social Security and Medicare 

NOTE: see updates at US Budget Deal Will Accelerate Savage Cuts to Public Education and Biden-McCarthy Austerity Debt Ceiling Bill Moves to Vote in Congress, also background at  White House Debt Limit Talks: a Manufactured, Bipartisan Conspiracy to Make Workers Pay for War

Given that the capitalist nations are now ruled by a cabal that amounts to a de facto nazi international, we dare not dismiss the possibility a carefully scripted USian default is intended as weapon of economic genocide -- that is, to deliberately inflict murderous  hardship of genocidal magnitude on the entire global working class. This would at least partly accomplish the stated ruling class goal of eliminating "surplus workers" even as  the inconceivably obscene wealth of the .01 Percent and their vassals would, precisely as intended, insulate the ruling class from any collateral damage. I dearly hope I am wrong -- that this is not the ruling-class plan --  but history is unequivocal in its proof there is absolutely no limit to the horrors the ruling class will inflict on us in its quest for eternal omnipotence.

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Biden’s Debt Ceiling Betrayal Is a Democratic Party Tradition

This analysis by Margaret Kimberly exemplifies why Black Agenda Report should be regular reading for every real leftist in the USian Empire. It is, hands-down, the best (domestically written) political reporting on the Internet, its courageous accuracy and fearless truthfulness a powerful antidote to the Big Lie propaganda in which we would otherwise be drowning. Qualitatively, it is equal to the international reporting and analysis provided by the World Socialist Web Site -- thus my heartfelt gratitude to PR for regularly reprinting BAR's material.  

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Atlanta: We Do Not Need a School for Assassins

This is excellent, courageous reporting that is not available in USia's so-called "mainstream media," which -- let us not forget -- is actually the world's first privately owned, for-maximum-profit version of Josef Goebbels' Reich Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda, serving the de facto Fourth Reich of the USian Empire in exactly the same way the Goebbels group served Hitler's Third Reich.

As a near-lifelong professional journalist -- my sometimes award-winning career on newspapers and magazines began in my 16th year (and I remain somewhat active in the field even now at age 83) -- I recognize reportage of that quality and social-documentary photography produced with equal skill and fearlessness have become the defining qualities of the by-lined group's work.

Moreover, such top-notch journalism is desperately needed by the USian 99.9 Percent. That's why I dearly wish the news collective that radically demeans and discredits itself as a "Unicorn Riot" would dump its self-pitying, implicitly powerless,  Sesame-Streetish name and replace it with a label that would prompt a vastly larger number of people to take its vital work seriously.

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Myths and Reality: the Power of Nonviolence

Ms. Morrow speaks a truth, but history proves it is only partially true, entirely conditional on the ability of our foes to regard us as fellow humans.

The primary exception -- as relevant in today's USian Empire as it was in yesteryear's Weimar Germany -- is that non-violence is useless against nazis, whether Original N.S.D.A.P. Nazis,  their many Franco/Pinochet variants. or the USian Christonazis who disguise themselves as members of the "Republican" and "Democratic" parties. 

Let us not forget that nazism -- too often euphemized as "fascism" to downplay its horrors -- is the ultimate fulfillment of both the capitalist ethos of omnipotent greed and the patriarchal ethos of misogynistic omnipotence from which capitalism is directly descended.

All nazis are thus serial-killer-minded moral imbeciles who revel in the ecogenocidal embrace of infinite evil. As Neville Chamberlain learned at Munich, as the White Rose Society learned in the Third Reich, as the martyrs of the Civil Rights Movement learned in the USian fatherland and as Harry Turtledove pointed out in the short story entitled "The Last Article" (for which google), nonviolence actually encourages the nazis to ever more deadly atrocities.

Thus too, the only historically proven antidote to nazism was the Red Army, the permanent absence of which most likely damns the 99.9 Percent to lifelong slavery, dooms our entire species to greedy self-extinction and condemns our Mother Earth to reduction back to a bug planet.

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SCOTUS Case May Slash Regulation of Everything

I am not certain which is more ecogenocidally terminal  to ourselves, our species and our Mother Earth -- the Christonazi  judicial cabal that is dutifully following the Mein Kampf blueprint in reducing the USian Empire to the de facto Fourth Reich (much as Hitler's N.S.D.A.P.- nazified judiciary reduced the Weimar Republic to the Third Reich), or the pseudo-left's cowardly pretense there remains any doubt at all about our morally imbecilic Masters' malevolent intent.  

Each -- Christonazi activism and the pseudo-left's cravenly pacifist fraudulent indecisiveness  --  is a pivotal factor in the terminally apocalyptic destruction of  USian democratic process the Empire's clandestinely nazified  owners have been slowly but methodically  imposing since they were given free reign by the coup of 22 November 1963.

The third factor in our nation's permanent reduction to an electronically policed open-air death camp, our own reduction to inescapable slavery and the ultimate, ultimately misogynistic reduction of our Mother Earth back to a bug planet by the USian reich's wars of global conquest is of course the U.S. Moronic Majority, which is already hopelessly subjugated to unquestioning submissiveness and thus is no more to be blamed than its 1930s German counterpart.

Nevertheless the circumstantial but infinitely damning evidence remains obvious to the dwindling few of us -- mostly the tiny remnant of USia's once-thriving Marxian community -- who yet dare look: first the immunity granted the nazification-minded perpe-traitors of the Bankers' Plot; then the .01 Percent's infiltration,  co-optation and conversion of white fundamentalist Christianity into a fanatically nazified auxiliary; next the recruitment of innumerable Original Nazi war criminals as advisors and comrades-at-arms;  finally the murder of our president and all that -- "as the night the day" -- relentlessly follows.

What dooms us is the absence of Lev Bronstein and Vladimir Ulyanov, without whom it is ever-more-obvious there can never again be a working-class awakening.

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Continued Fiction? Yes, But Not This Time. (Sorry)
I’ve been so overwhelmed by our ever-more-wretched political reality -- not to mention a passel of surprise medical bills -- I haven’t been able to get the next installment past the conceptual phase. But I promise it's taking shape.

LB/31 May 2023

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New Cellphone-Friendly Format; New Approach; My Promise I'll No Longer Resist Writing About Politics

FIRST, MY APOLOGY FOR AN UNAPOLOGETIC CONCLUSION: As regular readers know, I have struggled for some time – years, actually – with my desire to move this blog “beyond” politics, with the explanation for my sarcasm quotes in this passage's concluding paragraph. I was motivated by the psychological nausea inflicted by the fact today’s politics are overwhelmingly those of the relentless capitalism-inflicted apocalypse, utterly hopeless and therefore infinitely depressing, a condition for which I had hoped to evolve textual and photographic antidotes for myself that would also serve those of you who regularly read this blog.

But now at long last I realize there are three reasons I cannot – indeed could never – do as I wanted. Each is existential. One is that a political journalist – no more, no less – is what I am. As a member of the working press, politics was what I thought about and wrote about most often. Two is that in the privacy of my own thoughts, and sometimes in revealing conversations with lovers or closest friends, I admitted I conceived of politics in the broadest possible socioeconomic sense, as for viewing crime as the consequences both of our national ethos of self-obsessed of moral imbecility and of the desperate poverty resulting from the deliberately murderous systemic malfeasance that ultimately defines capitalism as a form of nazism. By my late 20s I had come to recognize capitalism as the direct offspring of patriarchy, which in turn I had come to recognize as our species’ methodically ecogenocidal war against our Mother Earth, thus a suicide pact – and thus too an ultimately unnatural act, the one truly mortal sin that not only dooms us all but seeks to exterminate all other life (and even the possibility of life) as well. Three – of course (and with heartfelt thanks both to my Marxian father and the maternal aunt who was mindful both spiritually and intellectually) – is that I was long ago awakened to the necessity of not just socioeconomic revolution but metaphysical and aesthetic revolution as well. Though as a member of the working press what I most often wrote about was not the disease of patriarchy but immediate examples of its diverse symptoms, I realize now I have somehow been granted the freedom to do both simultaneously -- that is, to put the symptoms in their proper context (which was the ultimate purpose of the photographic and textual revelations of anti-patriarchal rebellion that were the conceptual backbone of the burned and forever-lost “Glimpses of a Pale Dancer”) -- and that I have been working toward an analogous clarification-of-post-fire-purpose throughout a retirement that at age 83 has already extended, seemingly as if by magick, far longer than ever I expected to live.

While the thinking outlined above began in my childhood, its present form owes a great deal to the Gaia Hypothesis, which restates in scientific terms the core belief of our pre-patriarchal ancestors and cousins, amongst them the First Nations peoples, that our planet is herself a living being, “conscious and self-regulating.” Thus I have come to recognize patriarchy as total war against all being and the present USian plague of mass shootings not only as a microcosm of the Empire’s definitively nazi policy of massive retaliation, but – exactly as in Islamic suicide bombings – a microcosmic fulfillment of patriarchy’s terminal misogyny, its intent to assert its alleged supremacy of male over female by literally destroying anything and everything born of Nature. Indeed, the patriarchal intent of destroying the planet to “save” it is ever-more-evident in our Masters’ refusal to act against self-induced terminal climate change.

Which brings us to my promised explanation of the sarcasm quotes around “beyond”: in this darkest of all human ages, there is literally nothing for us, whether as individuals or as a species, “beyond” the mandate for responding to the apocalyptic threat posed by patriarchy. Since politics is either the mechanism by which we rescue ourselves and ensure our species’ survival or the weapon by which we destroy all that is within reach – the notion of anything “beyond” politics is as absurd as the medieval notion of transforming lead into gold. More to the point, now that mere survival has thus become a form of revolutionary defiance, politics is the pivot upon which we live or die, about which I shall henceforth write without apology for anything save the limitations of my own vision.

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FORMAT NOTE: I have used Typepad’s catalogue of formats to redesign Dispatches to accommodate reception by cell-phone users. This will transform previously published headlines into text that sometimes either overflows its original spacing or leaves great voids in it and does likewise with previously published photographs, flaws that are anathema to me as a former (award-winning) news-and-picture editor, though after a long delay I have come to accept the resultant graphic ugliness as an unavoidable surrender to present-day technology essential for increased readership.

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THREE COMMENT-THREAD POSTS FROM OTHER WEBSITES:

On the debt-limit crisis (and why I am so utterly terrified of its looming consequences): We should fear a “compromise” that sells out seniors, kids, and the disabled.

I am 83 years old, a mostly retired, sometimes award-winning print journalist whose newspaper career began at age 16 in 1956. Since the economic debacle of 2008-2009, which cost me nearly 70 percent of my annual income and forced me into bankruptcy, my sole source of pay has been Social Security.

The most telling lesson of my career is therefore the certain knowledge all USian politicians -- whether members of the "Democratic" (sic) Party or of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party -- are slavishly obedient puppets of the plutocracy, wholly owned and controlled by that tiny cabal of obscenely wealthy, fanatically neoliberal aristocrats who rule the United States and its global Empire with the same morally imbecilic omnipotence that hitherto defined only history's most notorious tyrants.

Their core principle -- here stated in the English translation of its original assertion in Hitler's Mein Kampf -- is that anyone too impoverished or disabled to thrive under capitalism is "life unworthy of life." Thus the only real distinction between the Democrats and the Republicans is the extent to which the former are infinitely more skilled at deceiving the Moronic Majority that functions as the national electorate. Thus too neoliberal "austerity," the slow-motion genocide by which our Masters have replaced death camps.

In fact the present crisis is but a repetition of recent history. Barack the Betrayer -- who campaigned successfully on "change we can believe in," the most ruinously brazen lie ever fed the Moronic Majority -- conspired with the Republicans to savage food stamps in 2011, using a carefully choreographed debt-limit fight to disguise the treachery of the "Democratic" (sic) Party, afterward lying to the public he had "saved" food stamps even as he radically cut food stamps for singles and elderly people, slashing my monthly allocation from $130 to $16.

Today's bitterly damning truth is the Democrats refused to raise the debt limit when they had the votes to do so. In other words. they deliberately engineered the present crisis by handing the Christonazis and Neoconfederates the tools to compel whatever socioeconomic savagery our Masters mandate. Despite his lies, Biden the Beguiler is obviously using the same strategy and tactics his predecessor the Betrayer employed.

Thus the political harlots who cater to our Masters' every plutocratic whim cunningly facilitate ever-worsening tyranny even as they dupe the Moronic Majority by preserving the Big Lie -- and that is precisely what it is -- of a troubled but nevertheless still functional democratic republic.

While I have no idea how deliberately murderous the looming socioeconomic savagery will be, experience tells me it will indeed be another step in the .01 Percent's effort to reduce the numbers of the 99.9 Percent, which means it will be as genocidal as our Masters believe they can achieve without sparking actual revolution.

Meanwhile my gratitude to Mr. Eskow for daring tell the truth, and my thanks to LAP for daring publish it.

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Ukrainian attack on Kremlin is a criminal provocation

Whether the drone-bombing of the Kremlin is as claimed by the Ukrainians or the Russians, its ultimate message is, again, that the global ruling class believes itself well-enough bunkered to survive not only a chemical, biological and thermonuclear apocalypse but the decade or so of nuclear winter that's bound to follow it.

And given the ongoing ruling-class refusal to take meaningful action against global warming, it is entirely possible our Masters see nuclear winter as the final solution to that problem too.

Meanwhile turncoat Putin's restoration of Russian Orthodoxy is methodically returning the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics to Tsarist tyranny, even as the USian Empire -- no doubt following the advice of the legions of Original (N.S.D.A.P.) Nazi war criminals it embraced as comrades-at-arms during and after the final year of World War II -- employs a Jewish puppet to re-nazify the Ukraine.

Exactly as Comrade Zaremba says in her comment, "This attack could get us all killed" -- as in the extermination of the entire global working class and the destruction of Earth as a habitable planet.

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Forest Defenders Appear For Preliminary Hearings

Actually -- this in supportive response to mwildfire -- Atlanta is infinitely more malevolent (and therefore infinitely more terrifying) than "an outpost of the Third Reich"; it is instead an embryo of the de facto Fourth Reich, the USian Empire, advised into being c. 1944-1968 by the legions of Nazi war criminals gleefully adopted from the defeated Third Reich and secretly resurrected to far greater ecogenocidal murderousness by the United States government and its capitalist owners.

So advised, the Empire's owners and their governmental vassals have since granted themselves irreversible omnipotence by fully weaponizing technology to fulfill their intent of "full-spectrum dominance" -- conquest of the entire world followed by universal zero-tolerance tyranny enforced by inescapable total surveillance. Their ethos is bottomless sadism and smirking moral imbecility. They will co-opt and exploit all human knowledge, either to fulfill Hitler's dream of subjugating all the peoples of the world or to fulfill the global version of Hitler's final stated wish, for which google Hitler's Nero decree and last will. Thus -- proclaiming of our world as they did of a village in Vietnam, "we had to destroy it to save it" -- they will exterminate our species and reduce our Mother Earth back to a bug planet rather than suffer genuine defeat.

That, my comrades, is the true unmitigated horror of our present circumstances, and that is what the "full-spectrum dominance" of the oppression that is ever-more-appallingly evident in Atlanta should be telling us. But -- alas and to our eventual doom -- far too many of us yet have our heads up that dark and smelly place I dast not mention lest this entire comment be censored.

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SURPRISE, SURPRISE: The New York Times Publishes My Correction:

For those who’ve already spent their non-subscriber limit of 10 stories per month or otherwise cannot get past the NYT paywall:

All the four questions are from multiple-choice eighth-grade history tests. The question I addressed is, “Which of the following changes took place in Southern states immediately after the Civil War?”

The choices are:

(1)-Access to education became more available to African American people.

(2)-Most African Americans quickly switched from agricultural work to employment in manufacturing.

(3)-African American women were given the right to vote.

(4)-State governments were required to have African American people in legislative and executive offices.

Though I recognized options 1 and 4 were each correct, I answered option 4 as the more important – and my answer was marked wrong. According to The Times, the only correct answer was option 1.

Hence my comment and the comment in response:

Given my background in history -- a near-lifelong interest and a major part of my interdisciplinary BA -- I would debate the stated correct answer on the history question about the results of the Civil War. While it is indeed true the end of slavery enabled African-Americans legal access to education, it is also true the presence of federal troops throughout the secessionist states compelled the acceptance of African-Americans elected to local, state and federal government. (And of course it is equally true that by withdrawing federal troops in 1877, the U.S. government tacitly endorsed the re-emergence of the genocidal white supremacy that methodically purged African-Americans from the political system and radically curtailed their access to education.)

Loren Bliss (Tacoma, May 3)

(42 recommended)

In response:

@Loren Bliss my first thought was where were these black children going to school in 1866. My own state of Florida had no constitutional requirement for providing education until 1868 and we didn’t fully integrate until 1970. We did have black representation in congress during reconstruction though.

Alexander (Sunshine State, May 3)

(5 recommended)

As one of my Tacoma comrades said in response, “Good show! No wonder most USians are so ignorant about history. The media continues to peddle fables.”

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FICTION, MAYBE AS PROPHECY, working-titled “A Thing So Simple and So Huge,” a first draft of something, of course subject to constant revision:

Source of title:

And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

– Jackson Browne, “Before the Deluge

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THE STORY-KEEPER was awakened by a frighteningly improbable clamor of ravens. His name was Matthew Drusillason; he was a black-bearded, brown-skinned, olive-eyed  schoolteacher, a student of theocracy-forbidden subjects, a refugee from  the religious wars that yet raged beyond the Dead Lands. Three years ago he had been the sole survivor of a badly crewed sailing vessel fatally overcrowded with desperately hopeful emigrant escapees, a leaky, rot-weakened coaster storm-sunk amidst the always-treacherous rip-tides  of the  Sailish Sea. The Potlatch People had found him dying on Sanamo Island's Eastward Beach, and when he confessed to them his bewildered astonishment at having been borne  to the shallows by a pod of dolphins, they had nursed him back to health with their native medicines and afterward, relishing his unapologetically truthful stories of the tyrannies that characterized Before, they had adopted him both as a tribal member and as the keeper of the newest episodes of their struggle for survival in the relentlessly deadly wake of the Before's attempted murder of the formerly vengeful but now-gradually recovering  Mother Earth. His adoption was 14 moons ago; since then, guided by Potlatch  teachers, he had learned much of the locale's plants and animals,  and for a moment or two, knowing ravens do not ordinarily transform the late-night skies with cacophonies of rage, he thought he was dreaming.  But now he realized he was fully awake and the avian uproar he first believed imaginary was in fact happening in reality, and it was occurring at such uncanny loudness it seemed each of the thousand or so ravens he knew dwelt in the island's coniferous forest had taken wing in gratingly loquacious protest. Perhaps he had slept through an earthquake. Perhaps a quake was looming. Perhaps the volcano they called KomaKulsh was again erupting or was about to explode as she was said to have done three decades past. Perhaps a giant tsunami had flooded past the Sailish Sea's mountainous barriers and  was coming to drown Sanamo and obliterate all traces of its residents’ already unlikely survival. Ravens, he had learned, are magickal; they are also among the Earth Mother's chosen messengers; they would know of such events long before humans awakened to the dangers. Troubled by an ever-more-compelling sense of incipient disaster, a seasoned veteran of many post-Before horrors and thus haunted by a looming sense of more potentially terminal possibilities than he could envision, Matthew rolled out of his bed, silently cursed the surprising coldness of the early-autumn air, rebuked himself for not having fed an overnight-sized log into the stone fireplace, seized one of the three cherished red wool Before blankets that had warmed his slumber, wrapped his naked flesh against the now-presumed chill of the Fifth Hinge, stepped barefoot onto the  stones of the cabin porch and thence into the yet chillier dew-damp grass as the corvid clamor continued and yes grew louder, more insistent, more alarmed and therefore more alarming. The swooping, soaring birds had risen in such numbers they reduced the overhead starlight to fast flickers and darted ominously eerie black silhouettes across the round yellow face of the Three Sisters Moon seasonably low and already sinking beyond her eighth-lunation zenith in the southern sky. He had never seen its like, not even in the vast regional musterings of carrion birds that cleansed the post-apocalyptic battlefields of their reeking gore and stripped to bare-bone heaps of weathering skulls the mounds of severed heads that marked the territorial borders of the warring states beyond the Dead Lands. 

Fifty yards from the closely adzed and gray-mud-chinked cedar-log walls of Matthew’s cabin and the clustered, nearly identical dwellings of his immediate neighbors, his fellow Sanamo dwellers were hastily gathering in the village Round, children, adolescents and adults alike, most of the adolescents and adults already visibly armed, all gazing skyward in fearful bewilderment, their upturned faces dimly silhouetted against the slowly waning flicker of the Thanksfire they had kindled to greet the rising moon seven sand-glasses earlier. The Three-Sisters Harvest would begin at dawn today; that’s why the celebration had not continued until sunrise. But why these outraged ravens? What was so dreadfully amiss? No doubt gray-haired Wanda Wolfwise, the Potlatch People’s eldest teacher and the leader of this small band of racially indistinct human survivors, would soon arrive to interpret the ravens' message and – or so Matthew and his gathered neighbors dearly hoped – help them all discern their best options. Now knowing his presence both as story-keeper and warrior was essential, he hastened back inside, exchanged blanket for early-autumn buckskins and elk-hide moccasins, belted on pistols and throwing axe, shrugged into his boomer’s bag, grasped the ancient but meticulously cared-for Before rifle he had been given by the elders as an adoption gift, lifted it off its wooden bedside pegs,  donned his woven-reed hat and strode to join his neighbors at the Round. By now nearly everyone of fighting age who dwelt on the island, 203 adults and adolescents, had mustered, bringing their younger children to the safety of the cedar-log parenting hall as the caw, caw, caw continued  to fill the night sky, seeming even louder and more grating than before, its alarm so intrusive Wanda had brought a hastily improvised birch-bark megaphone to make herself heard above the din.

“It’s an invasion by rats,” she shouted. "Legions of rats swimming up from the south. Rats riding clusters of flotsam at least as wide as three adult armspans. The rats aboard the debris pushed toward us by as many more rats swimming. And when these rats exhaust themselves in the water, only a few drown; the rest change places with the riding rats. The South Shore Kayak Patrol spotted them, sent a lantern signal to the Shore Watchers, who sent a rider to me. Then the ravens started up. But the rats are still a glass away, which means thanks to our warriors and the ravens, we’ve just enough time to organize a defense. Everybody and all our dogs to the Southward Beach. Get ready to ignite the fire boats. Goddess knows what sickness these rats carry. Goddess help us keep them off our island.”

The ravens continued their enraged denunciations; the Potlatchers did as Wanda directed. Eleven family groups of five or six boomers and as many as 12 archers jogged along the packed-earth trail out past the seasonably red-leafed vine maples that grew like natural hedges around the village with its familial clusters of log cabins and its broad surrounding span of black-soil communal gardens bountifully pregnant with harvest-ready corn, beans and pumpkins. Moccasined feet padded a soft rhythm not unlike that of the previous evening's ceremonial drums. Then the joggers slowed to a quieter, more erratic pace, hiking with carefully placed feet down the trail's abruptly steep and hazardously rocky slope through an agedly high-branched stand of Douglas Fir to the Southward Beach, the boomers laden with spare ammunition for flintlock rifles already primed and loaded with trade-powder and bear-greased projectiles of scavenged lead home-cast from cherished Before molds and dependably deadly out to 300 yards, the archers laden with bundles of goose-feather-fletched, salvaged-iron-bladed arrows for their recurve bows, which were effective to only half the rifles' range but able to loose as many as 10 arrows to every boomer’s one painstakingly loaded round of powder and conical ball. The tide was in; small waves lapped softly on wetly gleaming moonlit pebbles; above the incessantly ranting riot of ravens the night sky suddenly flared with serpentine bands of bright green light; the Spirit Dance was reaching way further south than usual; another omen; the Dancers' message yet to be determined. Matthew was momentarily entranced, already thinking how he might describe what he was hearing and seeing and feeling, how he might later record the details of the astounding strangeness that had already occurred, how he might document it with his newly learned expertise in the Potlatchers' traditional mnemonic shorthand, blackberry ink on tanned buckskin...

(To [maybe] be continued, Muse inspiring. )

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LB/12 May 2023

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The Long-Promised Eulogy for My Father, the Late Donald Read Bliss

1970 Portfolio (fire survivors) DRB-03 - Copy
Knoxville, August 1969, the last time I would see my father alive. Negative and print damaged in the 1983 arson fire but salvaged from the rubble a year later. (Tri-X at 800 ASA; 35mm Summicron on M4 Leica.) Photo by Loren Bliss © 2023.

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THOUGH MY CHILDHOOD taught me to cherish solitude for its self-healing opportunities, it was not until the extended isolation imposed by the Covid quarantine had I time enough to sort the trauma of growing up in a savagely dysfunctional family -- wounds that had remained the psychological equivalents of open sores because I never earned enough money to pay the extortionist fees demanded by the few genuinely competent healers.

Nor is my plight in any way unique: history makes it clear the One Percenters who now and forever own all federal, state and local USian governments will never allow healthcare to be acknowledged as a human right; thus for as long as the USian Empire survives, its healthcare will remain what it is today, a privilege of wealth, its adequacy (or lack thereof) determined exclusively by one’s income.

But the extended hours of uninterrupted contemplation granted by the quarantine ironically exempted me from that intentionally genocidal tyranny. It also granted me a truly priceless gift of compassionate understanding, a series of realizations that leaves me no moral choice but to write the following eulogy to my father, a man I have come to sadly realize I spent most of my life profoundly misunderstanding.

Indeed I owe that man, the late Donald Read Bliss (4 July 1910-21 February 1971), both a deeply regretful apology and an equally heartfelt debt of gratitude.

I owe him the apology for misconstruing as rejection the stiff-upper-lip remoteness symptomatic of his own emotional anguish.

And at the very least I owe him thanks times eight:

  • for rescuing me from my murder-minded mother’s attempts at post-partum abortion;

  • for teaching me the observational skills and patience required for successful fresh-water fishing;

  • for exemplifying and teaching the observant mindfulness by which I would discover how to become as one with my surroundings whether urban, rural or oceanic;

  • for giving me a .22 target rifle, a Remington 521-T Junior Special, on my ninth Christmas and coaching me to share his expert-class skill with rifles and handguns;

  • for protecting me from Southron viciousness by paying for parochial schooling, grades five thru eight, until I -- a typically lustful 14-year-old male -- foolishly opted to attend a public Southron high school merely because I believed the public-school girls would be easier to seduce;1

  • for giving me my first three cameras, a Kodak Brownie Reflex, a Polaroid and an Agfa Press Miniature on my twelfth, thirteenth and sixteenth birthdays respectively, thereby inspiring my near-lifelong commitment to journalism;

  • for being the one and only family member courageous enough to back me in the violent aftermath of a scandalous false arrest, about which more below;

  • and ultimately for being the most learned, most empowering teacher I have known in all my nearly 83 years.

Technically my father was the first-generation son of wealthy immigrants. Though my paternal ancestors arrived here in 1629 or 1630 and became prosperous farmers in what is now Connecticut, they were expelled as Royalists in 1789. My father’s father, my paternal grandfather, was the late Amos Read Bliss (1860-1922), a prominent Canadian engineer who migrated to the United States with his wife the late Wilena Marion Dewar (1889-1961) in 1900 or so. His patented automotive dynamo was a pivotal invention in the development of the modern automobile, and he subsequently headed the Ford Motor Company design team that invented the electric starter.

My father thus was raised in what to me is unimaginable privilege, its magnitude symbolized by his twelfth, fourteenth and sixteenth birthday presents, respectively a horse, a 20-foot sailboat and an automobile. He received a classic British education in U.S. boarding schools and anticipated continuing his education at Montreal’s exclusive McGill University. His desire, he told me once, was to become a history professor. 

By his own admission, he had no notion of the horrors of working-class existence; he was utterly unprepared for the emotional shock imposed by the Crash of 1929, which soon found him delivering 100-pound sacks of coal -- one bag per shoulder -- to fireplace-heated walk-ups in the working-class tenements of Lowell, Massachusetts.

Later he worked as a mechanic at a Standard Oil facility in Boston, next as a carpenter, then as a project foreman in residential construction on Long Island. Eventually his managerial skills would secure him high-ranking executive positions with American Houses Incorporated, a New-Deal-related pioneer in the development of prefabricated buildings, after which his ever-more-diverse talents and Mensa-caliber intelligence would earn him rapid promotions from the federal War Production Board.

I cannot doubt it was the painful lessons of the early Depression years that prompted his subsequent embrace of Marxism, to the extent the most memorable music of my childhood was the Red Army Chorus on an all-Cyrillic,78-RPM album that included the rousing “Song of the Machine-gun Carts,” a piece since omitted from the official Soviet repertoire but resurrected by You-Tube, the initial footage eerily approximate to what my childhood internal vision pictured each time my father played it on our Victrola. Likewise favored was Paul Robeson’s Songs of Free Men, and I vividly remember my father explaining, in terms readily understandable by my four-year-old self, the meaning of the album-cover’s semi-abstract symbolism. That same year, my introduction to classical music was the 1939 RCA Victor Red Seal recording of Sergei Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf. Our family’s record collection also included the then-popular hit entitled “Stalin Wasn’t Stallin’,” the flip-side of which was entitled “Love Is Gonna Be Rationed,” each often part of my early childhood’s background music.

But when the U.S. began its slow-boiled-frog transition to the generic nazism of neoliberalism by its adoption of innumerable German Nazi war criminals as advisors and comrades-in-arms even before V-E Day, its earliest victims were those purged as prematurely anti-fascist, a condemnation-without-trial that cost my father the equivalent of a federal deputy regional directorship in 1947, ever after condemning him and all of us in his immediate family to marginal near-poverty even as it irremediably shaped my own closely parallel political thinking.

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MY FATHER WAS among the most relentlessly honest persons I have ever known. Bound by a personal code based on the Shakespearean premise of “to thine own self be true...thou canst not be false to any man” and an almost medieval sense of honor inherited from his parents, his outspokenness often earned him naught but misunderstanding, my own included, an affliction for which I realized during quarantined contemplation I share no small measure of guilt.

In 1950 permanently exiled to the vindictively theocratic white-supremacist South -- and despite his quickly earned status there as a successful mortgage banker -- my father, my stepmother, my four younger half-sisters and I were often socially rejected as “white trash,” firstly because he was already twice divorced; secondly because he was considered a 1950s version of an intruding “Yankee carpetbagger”; thirdly because of my own sensationalized false arrest and night in the old Knox County Jail during an attempted ruling-class purge to rid the University of Tennessee and Knoxville in general of persons involved in the burgeoning Civil Rights Movement or at least peripheral to it and thus all deemed “troublemakers” and/or “outside agitators.”

It was this incident and my immediate, defiantly public embrace of civil rights activism that forever bridged the gap of mutual misunderstanding that had separated us since the familial crisis of 1945. Before 1945, we had been as fondly and comfortably close as any father and son might be.

One of my earliest memories is our mutual trip to view the wounded ocean-liner Normandie only hours before she capsized at the French Line pier in Manhattan on 9 February 1942; this was nearly two months before my second birthday, yet I vividly remember the flare of a welding torch within her starboard anchor-port, how she listed away from the dock and how the waterfront smelled there in the late-winter darkness.

Two years later, when we had access to rural areas in Virginia, my father often took me on long walks with him in the woods, carrying me piggy-back when I grew too tired to keep up. It was on one of those walks I fired my first live round, a shot from his .22 Harrington and Richardson target revolver, with him holding the piece as I aligned its sights, squeezed its trigger in accordance with his instructions and hit the tin can he had placed as a target against a red-clay bank maybe 10 yards distant.

Among the few remnants of my childhood that escaped the arson fire of 1983 is the unique valentine he air-mailed me in 1944, an artifact I have cherished and kept close-at-hand for as long as I can remember: “Dear Loren -- Inside is a picture of something that is almost as big and strong as my wish that you would be my Valentine!” Neatly printed and signed “Love Dad,” the “big and strong” is a photograph of a Norfolk and Western streamlined-steam passenger locomotive, to which my four-year-old hand later added crayon-curls of black smoke.

But after that dreadful 1945 Summer Solstice Eve, his fondness seemed to wane, so that by my teenage years, I had concluded he had forever distanced himself, a belief my hateful birthmother maliciously fostered at every opportunity. Meanwhile my father did nothing to alleviate my dismay: throughout my post-1945 boyhood and until about the time I turned 12, his most wounding pejoratives were to call me “goon boy” or to damn me for being “just like (my) mother” any time I displeased him.

I long suspected he feared I had inherited my birthmother’s penchant for sociopathic dishonesty and morally imbecilic, self-obsessed criminality. Also I felt he doubted my courage: he had boxed competitively in boarding school, but despite his boxing lessons, I loathed schoolyard fist-fighting and never became the triumphant brawler he said he was as a teen and young adult, never mind the fact he had given me enough skill to win about half of those encounters, teaching the bullies they would be hurt even if I lost the fight and thereby eventually making myself formidable enough to terminate the sadistic torment that characterized most of my public school years -- yet another reason I realize now I owe him a debt of gratitude.

But it was my defiant, unrelenting response to false arrest that finally bridged our always troubling distance and swept all his doubts away, and we began meeting for intensely personal conversations over after-work dinners, typically once every week at the S&W Cafeteria as long as I remained in Knoxville, at least once a month after I moved to Oak Ridge for a job at the daily newspaper there.

Nor will I ever forget how we outraged the homophobic Southrons with our spontaneously mutual hug at McGhee-Tyson air base when I arrived there for my final visit to Knoxville in 1969, the last time I would see him alive, when an assignment to write and photograph a report on the Southern Counterculture coincidentally corresponded with the wedding of a younger half-sister, Deborah, the firstborn of my father and stepmother.

It was during that visit I discovered we were each reading Robert Graves’ White Goddess. Nor was I surprised; at some point after my arrest -- I don’t remember exactly when, though I suspect it was during one of the aforementioned dinners -- my father had told me of an experience in the Maine woods during his 12th year that immediately reminded me of my own 12th-year encounter with otherness in the northern Michigan woods. He had been following a creek to its source, he said, when he discovered a place “where the springs sprayed water up out of the ground like fountains,” but he could never find it again, though he searched for it long afterward, and the experience itself haunted him all his life.

Years later, researching mythology for what would become the arson-destroyed “Glimpses of a Pale Dancer,” I discovered such fountains were anciently believed to be characteristic of the (extra-dimensional) realms of the goddess, much as summons by the mythical Birds of Rhiannon were described as eerily similar to my own haunting experience in Michigan.

Obviously -- though I regret we never acknowledged it to one another -- he was as fey as I; though “Bliss” is a decidedly English name, genetic testing has shown we are far more Celt than all else combined. Perhaps Yeats’ “Song of the Wandering Aengus,” here sung by the late Judy Collins, applied as much to him as it does to me.

Equally unforgettable in its tacit endorsement of my own Marxism is a long telephone conversation with him when I was back in Manhattan later in ‘69, a discussion of police brutality in which he thought-provokingly cited an Italian communist party statement reminding all Marxians that cops are themselves members of the working class, admittedly misguided but nevertheless yet viable candidates for recruitment.

However much my arrest and subsequent activism healed my relationship with my father, it was also devastatingly painful for my younger sisters, intensifying the Southron jeers of “white-trash” that had plagued them since infancy, gravely deepening the wounds that -- despite my aristocratically-born stepmother’s comforting responses -- my father’s boarding-school-limited parenting skills were never able to help sooth, much less heal. Though my conscience left me no alternative but civil rights activism, I nevertheless must share some measure of guilty responsibility for the fact it caused my sisters considerable grief from the ever-vindictive Southrons.

***

WHILE EVERY DIVORCE is the product of unresolvable conflict, my father’s preference for intelligent, articulate, adventurous lovers in an age when such women were routinely victimized by the misogynistic sadism of patriarchy and traumatized -- sometimes to madness -- invariably complicated his relationships, which often in conversations with me during his latter years he characterized as a quest for a woman “with whom (he) could share (his) naked soul.”

Paradoxically, like most men of his generation, he also believed that, once married, he owed his wife and whatever offspring they produced the same faithful and protective duty a ship’s captain owes his crew. From the perspective of those values -- another painful truth that did not become apparent to me until the therapeutic contemplation granted by the quarantine -- the potential for conflict with an independent-minded woman is undeniable.

Apart from a few mostly laudatory accounts of her fiercely proto-feminist independence, I know little of my father’s first wife, the late Barbara Barker Bliss, mother of my half-siblings the late Donald Jr., Jock and Joanne.

Of my father’s third and final wife, my stepmother, the late Virginia Hodges Bliss, formerly his executive secretary, a woman so skilled that in his absence she routinely supervised the

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My stepmother and I Florida c. 1946

With my stepmother at the beach, Florida c. 1946. Photo by my father. ©Loren Bliss 2023.

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war-effort factory of which he was manager, perhaps the most definitive statement I can make about her -- and thus indirectly about my father as well -- is that she was the absolute antithesis of the malicious stepmother we all know from children's tales and folklore. Indeed she was infinitely more motherly, loving and intellectually encouraging to me in the span of our first few months together than my birthmother had been during the first five and a quarter years of my existence, a powerful post-traumatic healing for which I remain more grateful than words can express. And her supportive fondness did not falter until she was tragically undone decades later by Huntington's Chorea, an unspeakably dreadful disease that turned her latter years into a nightmarish existence I would not wish on any living being. 

In stark contrast to my genuinely protective stepmother, my birthmother was always a fearsome creature. The late Marion Woodruff Fuller Bliss, she was artistically talented, brilliant, and in 1933 among Michigan State’s first three female graduates in urban planning and landscape architecture. But even in my infancy she had become, to me, what I now recognize as the living embodiment of abuse.

Her hatred became undeniable -- even to my toddler self -- after a Brooklyn butcher-shop incident midway in my second year.

Though I was a late talker -- I did not begin to speak until nearly the end of my first year -- but when at last I began to talk, it was almost always in complete, grammatically correct sentences, or so I’ve been told. If I did not know the proper name for something, I labeled it in accordance with its function; hence the exhaust pipe of my father’s black 1940 Ford became the “smoker”; likewise the beaks of the chickens New Yorkers raised in their rooftop Victory Gardens became their “peckers.”

In that era, shopping for meat and vegetables in the City was divided, as in Europe, between butcher shops and greengrocers. My birthmother, with me toddling along, had taken our monthly quota of ration stamps and gone to the butcher to purchase a chicken. My mother pointed to a beheaded, footless, plucked but otherwise intact chicken displayed in the shop’s refrigerated, glass-and-white-enamel counter-top; the butcher held the bird aloft for her approval, and my always-inquisitive self quietly asked “mother, where’s its pecker?”

She ignored me. Assuming she had not heard me over the background noise of conversations, elevated trains and street traffic, I repeated my question at slightly more volume.

Again she ignored me; other customers within hearing grinned and chuckled.

The third time -- still believing she had not heard me above the din -- I shouted: “MOTHER, WHERE’S IT’S PECKER.”

Now all the shop’s customers roared with laughter. Abandoning the chicken, my mother yanked me painfully by my right arm, fled the store, smacked me several times around my head and shoulders and promised much harsher punishment when my father returned from his Manhattan office that evening.

But when she told him the story and demanded he spank me, he not only refused to do so, but laughed harder and longer than I had ever before known him to laugh. Even decades later he could not tell that story without laughing.

As I would learn as a young adult, he also ridiculed her for being morbidly terrified of the judgment of strangers -- a characteristic that, as we shall see, she no doubt inherited from her parents.

A deliberate wounding she subsequently inflicted on both of us exemplifies the magnitude of her vengeful hatred. Temporarily abandoning me in my crib in our Queens apartment, she stormed into an American Houses executive meeting in the upper chambers of Manhattan’s General Electric Building, scattering official papers, hurling a drinking-water-filled pitcher against a wall, ruining with its splatter many pen-and-ink documents as she shrieked knowingly false accusations my father was having an affair with his then-secretary, the wife of an Army colonel not yet dispatched overseas.

(In truth his extra-long, sometimes-16-hour workdays were mandated by the war effort, as the entire firm was working overtime on emergency construction of military barracks throughout the nation.)

By then my father was the corporation’s acting vice-president for operations, and one of the purposes of the disrupted meeting had been officially confirming his appointment as such; hence my mother’s explosive tantrum was maliciously timed to inflict maximum ruin, as indeed it did: it convinced my father’s bosses his choice of wives proved him unfit for top-level executive positions, got him demoted to manager of a building-fabrication plant in Jacksonville, Florida, and got us all exiled to the former Confederacy, literally within a matter of days.

Not long after that I had my first encounter with the murderous hatred the Southrons are -- to this day (and as re-legitimized by Donald Trump) -- taught from childhood to harbor against anyone from the North. We lived in the exclusive and therefore gated St. Johns-River-waterfront Catherine’s Court apartment complex; playing in the sandbox of its locked playground, I was assaulted by a trio of older Southron children who decided I “talked funny” and took my obvious Northeastern accent as an excuse to murder me by burying my head in the sand; I was three; they were six and seven.

Though I fought back with all my strength, they were much bigger and stronger; they quickly overcame me, held me upside-down, dug the requisite-sized hole in the sand and buried my head in it. I survived only because Mary Alice Shotwell, a five-year-old northern-born apartment-complex neighbor with whom I’d become friends, defended me by attacking my assailants with a child-sized garden hoe and sent them fleeing homeward, bleeding and crying for their mothers. As I recall, her father was a U.S. Navy officer; in any case, he was one of my father’s close colleagues in the war effort.

Sometime in the spring of 1944, my father was transferred out of Jacksonville to run an even smaller American Houses plant in Roanoke, Virginia – which I realize now was another demotion, additional corporate retribution for the violent tantrum my birthmother had thrown in the Manhattan board room.

I still remember a part of the drive northward; sitting in the back seat of our black 1940 Ford, watching out the windows as the land gradually changed from Floridian flatness to rolling Appalachian foothills, I asked if we were going to a place with mountains. My father answered that indeed we were and complimented me on my observational skill and reasoning ability – even as my birthmother belittled me for daring ask such a question.

That autumn -- obviously my father was still trying to save their marriage -- we went on vacation with our new dog, a trained English Setter named Cocoa, to my maternal grandparents’ cottage on the South Branch of the Au Sable River in Northern (Lower) Michigan for a week of late-season small-game hunting with my maternal relatives.

At age four, I was of course required to remain indoors with the women, but I remember vividly the partridge and rabbits piled nightly on the front porch floor before they were gutted, skinned or plucked and cooked, and the deliciousness of the wild meat on which we feasted set my taste-buds on a woodland path I would follow until old-age disability ended that aspect of my journey.

I also remember crying bitterly at our departure for Roanoke -- grief I assume now was prompted by my realization the temporary charade of dispensation from my birthmother’s malice that had accompanied our vacation was itself ending, as indeed it was -- permanently.

***

NOT LONG AFTERWARD, my birthmother literally hurled me across our Roanoke kitchen, slammed me into the far wall, repeatedly slapped me with both hands and, when my father intervened, shrieked I had accused her of using a “feces” brush to baste a fish she was cooking in the oven; watching her preparations, I had merely asked her if she was going to baste the fish, using the “fishy brush” -- my term -- she had previously stated was only for that purpose.

Early in 1945, attending a private kindergarten in which I now realize my father had enrolled me as a workday protection against my birthmother’s escalating violence, I brought home a block-printing project that required slicing a raw potato in half, drawing designs on the open ends, cutting out enough material to raise the designs in bas-relief, dipping it in finger paint and transferring the design to a sheet of paper. Visually skilled beyond my years, in my mind’s eye I saw silhouettes of dogs, though for some reason I no longer remember, I chose blue as the color of the finger paint.

My birthmother provided me everything I needed including water-color paper, a large raw potato cut in halves, a pencil to draw the silhouettes on the potato-ends, a small paring knife to turn the silhouettes into printing surfaces and ample work-space covered with newspapers on our breakfast nook’s polished oak floor.

I sat down on the papers, picked up a potato-half and began drawing a childish canine figure on its bare end.

Nearly 78 years after the fact, it still hurts me to remember what happened next: my mother suddenly damned me as a hopelessly clumsy oaf who had wasted a rationed potato, snatched the potato out of my hand, flung it somewhere I don’t remember, dragged me off the newspapers, slapped me several times, kicked the newspapers into a wad, spilled the blue finger paint onto the now-unprotected floor and -- when my father returned from his day’s work -- blamed me for the resultant mess.

The kindergarten meanwhile had decided to celebrate 1945’s May Day in a Roanoke park with a children’s performance of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night’s Dream; I was chosen to be Puck, and the teachers asked my mother to make me an appropriate costume. She did, sewing from chocolate-brown cotton cloth a scalloped-bottom knee-length dress, tights and tasseled cap I immediately hated because it made me look like a girl. My father agreed with me, but my mother insisted I wear it.

I think it might have been during one of their arguments about my costume she hammered her fist onto our mahogany coffee table with such force the blow shattered its quarter-inch-thick glass top.

Ultimately she prevailed; I vaguely remember my father comforting me, assuring me I would only have to wear the despised costume for a couple of hours, and that by so doing I would minimize my mother’s ever-more-frequent outbursts of terrifyingly hateful rage.

Nevertheless, by this time, her animosity had become so obvious, my father was taking me to work with him whenever he could, often leaving me in the comfortingly protective care of my future stepmother.

Just after New Year’s Day of 1945, my birthmother tried to poison us both with spoiled vegetables she herself would not eat, severely sickening each of us for a half-dozen days, our bedridden respites periodically interrupted by vomiting and diarrhea.

Then, on the eerily frigid Summer Solstice Eve of 1945 -- at 32º Fahrenheit the coldest 21-22 June night ever recorded in Roanoke, Virginia -- she wrapped herself in her fur coat, pocketed a paring knife and sought to carry my half-naked, summer-pajama-clad self from our residence in the last house at the end of the paved portion of  Rosiland Avenue to the top of Mill Mountain, there “to meet god.’’ (The house still stands, looking nearly exactly as it did then, albeit renumbered 2927 after Rosiland Avenue's pavement was extended much further to accommodate additional dwellings.)

But my father arrived home unexpectedly early due to a canceled meeting, and when he intervened, my birthmother assaulted us both, her frenzy so hatefully violent it took all my father’s military-trained skill to disarm her and all his strength to restrain her. My mind’s eye still sees them wrestling on the living room floor, my father atop a writhing, hissing, snarling, drooling caricature of a human female, a shape-shifting creature turned suddenly reptilian and unspeakably terrifying, a lethally squirming predator who now arched her neck in hideously serpentine replications  of venomous strikes,  her gaping mouth slinging great gouts of frothy saliva as she repeatedly lunged to bite my father's face; failing that she gnawed and snapped at his dangling green tie, slobbering it dark as she snagged it with her teeth, spasmodically twitching to yank it tight enough to strangle him. But even as my father strained to hold her down, he somehow managed to lean back just far enough to deny her the fatal leverage she relentlessly sought.

Their epic battle seemed to last forever, and I witnessed every dreadful minute of it;  effectively paralyzed by fear, I huddled in the far corner of our living-room sofa; in the end it required six burly cops to strap my birthmother to a litter for transport to jail. She was imprisoned for a week, jailed until her mother, my maternal grandmother, came by train to fetch her home to Grand Rapids, Michigan. Meanwhile I had shrunk into a psychological numbness that endured for years afterward; my recollections of some of the conversations I had with my father in 1969 leaves me with the sorrowful suspicion he was so terribly hurt by the magnitude of betrayal, malicious deception and vindictive cunning implicit in my birthmother's explosive revelation of her hitherto-concealed but ever-afterward undeniably bottomless hatred of the male gender, his wounds  may never have fully healed.     

Also memorably, my grandmother greeted me not with affection but with the painfully chilly you-are-now-nothing-but-an-unwelcome-reminder-of-a-bad-time rejection that would ever-after define my relationship with all of my maternal kin save my birthmother’s older sister, my Aunt Alecia.

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I YET HARBOR mixed emotions about the fact my father felt it was his gentlemanly obligation not to have my birthmother charged with attempted murder.

Nor have I words adequate to describe the relief I felt when my father and stepmother each promised I would never have to see her again -- a promise that, through no fault of their own, would be broken in only two years.

At home in Michigan with her parents, my birthmother continued violently expressing her hatefulness, first against her father, later against a niece whom my birthmother twice hurled down flights of stars for daring to defy her irrational demands. That niece was my Aunt Alecia’s daughter Pamela -- Alecia was herself a divorcee -- and in 1948, as my courageously protective aunt, she would become another of my genuine saviors.2

Meanwhile, my maternal grandparents -- paralyzed by their craven fear the scandal of an institutionalized daughter would hurt their more-than-adequate income -- refused to act against my increasingly violent mother until my aunt threatened public disclosure via the police and the criminal court. Thus my birthmother was secretly institutionalized for a year in a posh private asylum.

But her cowardly parents remained so frightened by the prospect of socioeconomic odium, they defied the stern advice of her psychiatrists, who wanted her confined for life as a dangerous psychotic. Her father employed his influence and considerable wealth to secure her release, conceal her history of malevolent behavior, suppress the record of her arrest in Roanoke, thereby facilitate a divorce-court decree granting her summer custody of me and -- horror of horrors -- enable her to resume the career as a Registered Nurse her parents had bought for her after she failed to achieve employment in her chosen field.

I will always wonder how many persons she might have murdered, especially given how many times she was fired during her subsequent years as an RN.

Citing my divorce-court-mandated interrogation by a Virginia state social-worker as proof -- a still-memorable encounter with a woman whose infinite coldness was utterly terrifying to my already traumatized five-year-old-self -- my birthmother sought to convince me my father had tried to abandon me in an orphanage: a claim I am sad to admit I believed for many years was true.

Her last act of vengeance toward us both was to deny me the funds to attend my father’s funeral -- this after she had again broken an oft-repeated but never fulfilled promise to help me pay my college expenses. Two days before my father’s death, I had left myself temporarily penniless by paying out-of-pocket all my spring quarter 1971 tuition and fees at Western Washington State College. Hence, citing her broken promise, I begged her for the money to attend the funeral.

Her response? “If god wants you to go, he’ll provide.”

She was particularly hateful to any woman with whom I was close. In 1961 she physically attacked my first wife, slapping Carolyn's face and yanking her waist-length hair until I forcefully intervened to stop her unprovoked assault.   In 1975 -- this after she surreptitiously obtained the names of several of my friends and colleagues and viciously harassed them by phone to compel my then-fiance Ann and me to cancel our long-planned vacation trip to New York City and instead detour to Grand Rapids -- she attempted to poison us both with spoiled chicken retrieved from garbage.

In the '61 and '75 incidents we were protected from her sadistic malevolence only by the intervention of my influential older half-brother Jock. The ‘75 incident also ended my final quest for matrimony; having met my birthmonster, the woman I’d contentedly lived with for nearly two years and planned to marry understandably decided she wanted nothing more to do with me or my family.

My birthmother’s final institutionalization occurred in the mid-1980s -- this after she was repeatedly caught hiding naked in the clothes dryers of the Grand Rapids senior-housing complex where she had rented her last apartment. Reportedly, she claimed her nakedness was necessary to enable her to conceal herself from “the Devil’s soul-catchers,” whom she believed were hunting her because she had failed to fulfill her end of a satanic pact.

So informed, I could not but wonder if herein lay the explanation for her attempt to murder me in 1945. While I most assuredly do not believe in the Devil, I am painfully aware of the global presence of absolute evil, which seems ever more the dominant force in today’s apocalypse-threatened world.

Thus I cannot escape the likelihood my birthmother believed her pregnancy was facilitated by satanic favor; that she intended its payment to be my own sacrificial death atop Roanoke’s Mill Mountain; that she believed her family’s wealth and influence would immunize her to punishment just as it had protected her from prosecution for innumerable lesser crimes (mostly theft, forgery and shoplifting); and that here was the most likely explanation both for the berserker-caliber frenzy with which she assaulted my father when he intervened – a rage so violently enormous it required, as I said, six Roanoke cops to subdue her for the trip to jail – and for her later abject terror of the supposed “soul-catchers.”

Nevertheless -- and despite the fact I am decidedly agnostic about all such matters -- the eerily unprecedented temperature-drop of that night seems to add to the associated events an eldritch element I cannot deny.

Be that as it may, when my birthmother died on 8 June 1995, I felt as if a great burden had been lifted from my life, indeed as if I had at long last been liberated from some hitherto-inescapable curse.

Not long afterward it came to me the ultimate definition of our relationship lay in the fact my birthmother never once told me she loved me. Instead she spoke of maternal love only in the third person, “your mother loves you,” as if she were speaking of some entirely different person, someone far removed from either of our lives.

The best evidence indicates my birthmother was a maliciously sadistic sociopath who -- beneath a carefully maintained veneer of upper-bourgeois heterosexual sociability -- hated all men, deliberately got pregnant to ensnare my father in a marriage she hoped would provide her with a cover to pursue her subsequently revealed lesbianism, and probably despised me from the moment she discovered she had borne a male infant.

I now of course know the violent denouement of that marriage -- for which as a child despised by his birthmother I characteristically blamed myself for entirely too many years -- was inevitable.

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THOUGH MY BIRTHMOTHER had learned to weaponize the irrational expressions of her madness -- switching them on only when she felt the need to employ them as psychological truncheons to enforce her will, otherwise keeping them switched off and carefully maintaining a deliberately deceptive facade  of intelligent-woman normalcy -- even at age 83 I remain amazed by the extent to which she maliciously conned both my father and his mother, the feisty, independent-minded grandmother my siblings and I knew as Nana. She likewise conned my second wife Adrienne, whom she never met in person and with whom geography insured she communicated only by telephone and mail.

I am also astounded by the forgiveness my father displayed toward my birthmother’s ever-intensifying violence and hatefulness. When I finally dared ask him why -- this in 1969 during the last face-to-face conversation we would ever have -- he replied that honor and matrimonial vows demanded no less.

That is the sort of man he was: someone a trusted friend, the late Conrad Payne, memorably described to my 23-year-old self -- then fresh-out-of-jail and still profoundly skeptical of my father’s regard for me -- as “probably the best friend (I’ll) ever have.” Conrad and his pregnant wife Mary had been among those arrested, and in the aftermath had themselves become acquainted with my father. And I now know Conrad was absolutely correct in his judgment: my father was indeed the best friend -- that is, the most understanding and accepting friend -- I ever had. 

Flawed? Of course he was -- as are all of us raised under the ecogenocidal moral imbecility of patriarchy and its incipiently nazi capitalist derivatives. Sometimes hurtful toward those to whom he should have been most protective? Unquestionably.

But the truth is I loved him nevertheless, and I no longer question his love for me: else why would he have bid me farewell by a fleeting appearance at the foot of my bed as he lay dying three thousand miles away -- his spectral presence actually seen more clearly by the woman of Irish descent who was my lover at the time, and as well by my dog, who howled at his passing. Thus, until I am no more, and no doubt longer if there be afterlife, I shall sorely miss the steadily deepening bonds of friendship and mutual understanding that characterized our post-1963 relationship.

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1Given the wretched educational quality, white-supremacist bias and often-violent bullying that characterized that era’s Southron public schools, my decision to abandon the vastly superior quality of parochial education is one I will always deeply regret.

2I attended first and second grade at Jacksonville’s Norwood Elementary School, where reading was taught by the word-recognition method, and where I was socially promoted despite my seeming inability either to read or do basic arithmetic. But my Aunt Alecia -- by then a working artist with a growing reputation throughout the Middle West -- recognized my problem as dyslexia and in 1948 traded a piece of sculpture to a friend to buy me six weeks of summertime tutoring in phonics. The result was literally life-changing; by mid-third grade, I routinely tested as reading at a 12th-grade level. In other words, Alecia’s beneficence enabled my life as a journalist and lifelong scholar, for which I had the good sense to make a point of thanking her profusely many times in the late 1980s. Alecia DuRand (1908-1993) after her second marriage, she was the first woman in the U.S. to head a collegiate fine-arts department, and there is a two-year art scholarship in her name at the school that so employed her, Grand Rapids Community College.

 

LB/7 November 2022-25 March 2023; with minor revisions for clarity 10 August 2023.

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More 'Popular Resistance' Censorship: Site Kills Dialogue on Vietnam War, Other Tyrannies Imposed by JFK Murder Coup

But First, an Essential Explanation...

MY APOLOGY FOR again breaking my no-more-politics promise. As I stated on 7 November 2022, my long-term intent is to repurpose this blog into an anthology of age-appropriate autobiographical reflection and -- should the project taking shape in my mind convince me of its worthiness for print -- an effort at writing fiction, the latter a medium I abandoned after Roberta Tyson, then a Viking Press editor, damned me in my mid-20s as a presumptuous fool with no writing talent whatsoever.    

The reasoning behind my attempt to divorce Dispatches from Dystopia from politics is an apocalyptic truth that should be obvious to anyone who's paying attention to the world beyond their cellphones and the various other facilitators of fanatical self-obsession by which our Masters keep us self-destructively shackled to the Ayn Rand variants of nazism -- even as their secret-police vassals monitor our ever-more-nazified malleability literally moment-by-moment. 

And what specifically is that apocalyptic truth? It is simply that  investigative reporting -- and thus all other forms of political writing -- have become irrelevant.

Why? Because the USian Empire has bred a new, utterly sociopathic subspecies of human, apocalyptically incapable of empathy and thus purposefully devoid of any and all of the cooperative instincts that sustained H. sapiens sapiens for at least 200,000 years.

From this new subspecies, hybridized and conditioned as it is to maximum heartlessness and sadism, our Masters have constructed an ecogenocidal  Moronic Majority, a population so subjugated it will obey without qualms any order it is given, whether explicitly or implicitly, mass murder most assuredly included. Thus it not only willingly inflicts the innumerable atrocities mandated by the death-cult known as capitalism, but greets them with the malignant glee exemplified by the swelling Christonazi applause that now inevitably follows the ever-more-frequent murders of Jewish people and any other humans our Masters target as members of unwanted racial or sexual minorities.

In this context, political writing is actually less energizing than the proverbial pearls-before-swine. It is reduced to naught but delusion, insanely repeated expression of the now entirely erroneous belief it might yet somehow make things a bit better for those of us on the ever-expanding rosters of targeted victims. It is especially useless in realms such as yesteryear's Third Reich or today's USian Empire, each defined by moral imbecility as their only allowable national ethos. Therefore -- and I know this all too well -- the following dialogue will improve nothing, and in that sense it is merely a squandering of effort and electrons.

Nevertheless it is also -- though only for those of us who embrace journalism not merely as a job but as a way of life -- ethically mandatory. 

From that one increasingly rare perspective, the suppression of an entire dialogue by Popular Resistance early in the evening of 20 December 2022 is indeed blog-worthy, for it illustrates better than any such obstacle I have yet encountered how the pseudo-left collaborates with our Masters to perpetuate their unprecedented, ever-intensifying tyrannies.

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Where Our Dialogue Was Going Before the Censors Shut Us Down

THE POST-CENSORSHIP remnants of that dialogue are to be found on the comment thread of "Chris Hedges: How the War Machine Took Over the Democratic Party," a thought-provoking interview with the gerrymander-ousted former congressman Dennis Kucinich.

My suppressed response was to a poster who hides behind the pseudonym “Calgacus.”  For those unfamiliar with Roman history, the real Calgacus was the apparently Pictish chieftain of a semi-mythical confederacy of Celto-Pictish tribes who fought the Roman invaders c. 85 or 86 C.E. at a now-unknown locale in northern Scotland the Roman historian Tacitus labeled Mons Grapius; google "Calgacus" (without quotation marks) for additional details. 

Because the anonymous poster's final response to me was also suppressed, I have invited him to re-post it here as a commentary.

For contextual clarity, I am also re-posting the vital parts of the prelude of our dialogue, text that remained uncensored as of 14:10 PST 21 December 2022. This material -- both the still-available text and the subsequently suppressed parts -- is in italic, thus to easily distinguish it from my post-censorship comments. Words and phrases italicized in the original are indicated by underlining.

    I wrote: Actually, if one dares look at the historical record, the true "turning point" was 22 November 1963, the murder of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, which future historians -- if indeed there is any human future -- will undoubtedly recognize both as the date the charade of U.S. democracy was ended forever and the date the "Democratic" (sic) Party was forever reduced to naught but the Fifth Column of our nazi-minded Masters.

    "Calgacus" wrote: Kucinich & I were referring to the change in the Congressional Democratic party and the party in general. There isn't any doubt on this - that's when they started taking corporate cash, instead of looking to unions for support.

I have to disagree about 1963 as a real turning point. Things just didn't change much after that. Johnson continued Kennedy's policies, for good and ill. Both were postwar cold-war liberals. Johnson managed to get a lot of things done that Kennedy might not have been able to. The problem was Vietnam, of course. I don't think the theories that Kennedy was going to pull out are accepted and well-founded. It all seems like romantic wishful thinking to me. The only thing for it is that JFK was actually a combat veteran - which tends to make people more serious about war.

Unquestionably, the actual important global general turning point started in the 70s and the capitalist empire using the oil crises to strike back, and culminated in Reagan-Thatcher-Mitterrand welfare for the rich, austerity for the working class...

    I wrote: You're flat wrong, Calgacus, about the real turning point: only hours after President Kennedy was murdered, Lyndon Baines Johnson reversed JFK's planned withdrawal from Vietnam and set the nation on its now-eternal, follow the Original-Nazi-agenda juggernaut of perpetual war for global conquest.

As to the false notion Johnson "continued Kennedy's policies," that too is cunning propaganda. LBJ seemed to do so, but as an OEO official c. 1971, I learned the hard way -- and resigned in protest -- the LBJ variants of Kennedy's New Deal extensions were all cunningly designed eyewash, with the mechanisms of their eventual failure carefully built in. (Note: here I should have explained I resigned after a superior informed me our true purpose was to foster the illusion of progressive change while doing whatever we could to preserve the status quo; for example, as had already occurred, by allowing the John Birch Society to infiltrate, neutralize and eventually destroy Office of Economic Opportunity programs ostensibly dedicated to bolstering labor unions and revitalizing K-12 education.)    

However, to comprehend these terrible truths, one must first accept another terrible truth: the fact that, beginning with the never-prosecuted, too-rich-to-jail Bankers' Plot of 1933; accelerated by our Masters' adoption of innumerable Original Nazi war criminals as brothers-in-arms beginning in 1944; and fulfilled by the coup of 22 November 1963, the intentional course of this Empire's owners has been and remains fulfillment of Hitler's intent of global conquest, euphemized as "full spectrum dominance" -- in other words, the wholesale embrace of truly bottomless ecogenocidal Evil, no matter the human cost.

    "Calgacus" wrote: By turning point, I meant changes in people's daily lives. By that meaning, the JFK assassination wasn't. The 70s-80s were. Chomsky for instance and (typo) most historians are skeptical about the JFK planned withdrawal etc. It sounds a lot like Camelot mythology, romantic, wishful thinking. FDR's natural death had a lot more effect than the assassination.

That Johnson continued and enacted progressive "socialist" policies is not false, but a matter of fact. Kennedy didn't get much through Congress. LBJ did. Did new voters after the Voting Rights Act only seem to vote? Did Medicaid & Medicare only seem to provide health care to millions?

Their design was not perfect. Galbraith & Minsky, backed by some unions gave better plans for the Great Society, but they might have been harder to enact. That's life. I don't know of any comparison of Kennedy's plans with Johnson's legislation. Intellectuals should remember, but hardly ever do, how easy - and how useless - it is to favorably compare dreams to reality.

This sort of thinking is absolutely wrong- even if it's right:

"Calgacus" quoting me: "The LBJ variants of Kennedy's New Deal extensions were all cunningly designed eyewash, with the mechanisms of their eventual failure carefully built in."

Even if true, so what? Who cares? Everything on heaven and earth has its mechanism of failure built in. What can be built in, can be taken out.

If one is cunning enough to see cunning eyewash, one can expose it and change things. This sort of stuff locates all agency in "the conspirators", "the masters". It's nonsense. It's what "the masters" WANT everyone to believe.

Likewise, "masters" is a locution they WANT you to use. "They" are just a--holes, idiots. Frederick Schuman used "morons & madmen" for such "leaders" of the 30s-40s. Just learned that FDR similarly said "demons & dim-wits". :-)

On the plus side, where we likely agree, one thing that is forgotten is just how "liberal", how "socialist" the 60s era at its best was...

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I Replied; "Calgacus" Answered; and the Censors Hit the Kill Switch    

    I wrote: Apropos "changes in people's daily lives," again you're wrong; but on this matter, it also seems you share our Masters' ruling-class bias. Do you not consider the approximately two million dead Vietnamese civilians "people"? What about all the dead Cambodians and Laotians? Were they not people?

Apparently -- and again revealingly -- you don't consider close to two million more dead North Vietnamese, Viet Kong, South Vietnamese, U.S., South Korean, Thailand, Australian and New Zealand soldiers "people" either.

And that's not counting the (ongoing) deaths due to the U.S. Empire's destruction of the Southeast Asian environment with Agent Orange. Nor is it counting the psychological devastation of the grief and horror inflicted on the surviving relatives of the dead, whether they were killed in wartime or by the ecogenocidal consequences that continue even now.

Neither does it count the dead and wounded at Kent State University and Jackson State College, nor the never-calculated number of lives terminated or ruined by the penalties inflicted on other members of the resistance -- anti-war, environmental, feminist, First Nations and Black activists included. 

I was a Regular Army soldier, active duty 1959-1962, reserves 1962-1965, overseas duty in Korea extended by the Berlin Crisis. Truth is, I avoided Vietnam both as an active duty soldier and a reservist only by luck of the draw. (Note: I should have added that as a former soldier, I know it to be a fact President Kennedy was attempting to extricate us from Vietnam.) 

Too many of my generational peers were not so fortunate. Even those who made it out of the maelstrom came back scarred for life.

But from what you wrote, you regard none of us -- victims or survivors -- worthy of being considered "people." Which, from my perspective, makes you an entirely typical defender of LBJ and the "Democratic" (sic) Party in general.

So, by the way, does your disparagement of my use of the term "Masters." I use it because it is the one,  absolute -- and absolutely terrible -- truth of our present-day circumstances. It is therefore the only accurate description of those who tyrannize us more viciously with every passing hour: they are most assuredly not "idiots"; they are in fact the most malevolently skilled, cunningly sociopathic, bottomlessly Evil despots in our species' history, proven so by their relentless and ongoing succession of triumphs.

And until we recognize our Masters' as the all-time, all-species apex-predators they are, we will remain as subjugated by their moral imbecility as we are today; as powerless as the German people were against Hitler before the Red Army took Berlin; as powerless as the Russian people were against Tsar Nicholas II before the five thousand breathtakingly courageous women of Petrograd's Lesnoy Textile Works walked out in the wildcat strike that began the revolution rescued eight months later from certain defeat by V.I. Ulyanov, Lev Bronstein and the infinite bravery of their Bolshevik comrades. 

Indeed your disparagement of my truthful labeling of our oppressors ranks you amongst our Masters' defenders. For these serial-killer-minded tyrants will retain their unprecedented omnipotence -- the Hitler-caliber mastery of propaganda, psychological warfare and apocalyptic technology their ecogenocidal talent has given them -- until they either destroy our species and reduce our Mother Earth back to a bug planet,  or are overthrown by a revolution that  -- lacking the Blair-Mountain courage of our U.S. working-class forebears, the forever-lost organizational skills of the former Soviet Union and (especially) the discipline of its Red Army -- will most likely never happen. 

    When I discovered the censorship, I wrote this: Do not for a moment doubt I will publish in Dispatches from Dystopia every word of my suppressed response to your elitist disregard of the millions of Johnson's Southeast Asian War victims, so its readers can see you -- and this site -- for the pseudo-left, anti-revolutionary collaborators you and its moderators truly are.

    To which "Calgacus" answered, and did so with surprising gentility: I saw your response and wrote a response to it. It disappeared; I did not know what to do then. I will post it if you want.

It was almost certainly not moderated out, Margaret Flowers has no time for that. It was probably disqus, probably calling it spam. It does this frequently, letting comments show for 15 minutes or so and then deleting them, especially if they are too long. Sometimes splitting up into sections gets one through permanently. I had to do that in another thread here. Though the comment you replied to got through and is the size I had to split before. It's the erratic behavior of some program.

I plead not guilty of showing any disregard for the millions of Southeast Asian War victims.

   And I said (condensed for clarity): ...thank you. Indeed I salute you for your courage in helping us all defying this ever-more-encroaching censorship...past experience with this sort of censorship -- it seems any reference to genuine revolution is now taboo -- says I will not be allowed to repost it. Though I will try...

Turns out I'm not allowed to repost it. PR hopelessly scrambles the text, and when I try to unscramble it, the site deletes it immediately. As I said, I've encountered this on PR before, though only when I write about the coup of 22 November 1963 or examples of real revolution. Point being, it is genuine, German Nazi-type censorship, not the intervention of anti-spam robotics.

Nevertheless, again my gratitude.

Afterthought: I'll post my suppressed text on Dispatches from Dystopia late tomorrow, and guarantee you publication there of your suppressed response as well. (BF as in original.)

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NOW, AWAITING A reply from "Calgacus," I would add three points: 

-- That the acknowledgement by "Calgacus" of "how 'socialist' the 60s era at its best was" illustrates precisely why our Masters -- except in their violent suppression of anti-Vietnam-War activism (the murder of Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. most assuredly included), also in their suppression of certain potentially revolutionary forms of labor activism (e.g., the Karen Silkwood case) --  chose the boiled-frog method of inflicting tyranny, this with a gradualness that was carefully calculated -- no doubt with the help of their Nazi-war-criminal advisors -- to avoid arousing any substantial public alarm. Particularly with the Soviet Union ready to come to the aid of any genuine socialist revolution,  plus a well-armed U.S. population including innumerable veterans of World War II and Korea -- and let us not forget the Black-Panther-predecessor Deacons for Defense -- the sort of instant secret-police/torture-chamber/mass-murder nazification imposed by Franco, the Shah of Iran, Diem, Ky, the Greek junta, Pinochet and all the Empire's other overseas satrops ad nauseam would have sparked an instant revolution here at home. 

-- Anyone reading the wire-service reports out of Dallas on the pivotal afternoon of 22 November 1963, as my job required, saw repeated evidence our president was slain by multiple shooters. But every piece of wire-service copy was subsequently confiscated by my editor, who warned that anyone who kept any of it -- even the smallest, most innocuous segment -- would be fired on the spot. At the time, I assumed this was merely an example of what in the military we called "RHIP" -- "rank has its privileges." But years later, in conversations with fellow journalists during the '80s,  I learned that same post-assassination edict had been imposed by editors-in-chief at many (and probably all) USian dailies. By then, it was common knowledge the Central Intelligence Agency had secretly controlled all USian mainstream media since the mid-1950s; thus it seemed obvious the CIA ordered confiscation of the wire copy to suppress the proof of multiple shooters -- and therefore of conspiracy -- contained in so many of those early reports. Difficult as it may be for present generations to believe -- with today's reporters reduced to algorithm-policed stenographers and the erudite diligence of desk-editors replaced by robotics -- the reporters, photographers and editors of the Kennedy era were among the most skilled men and women ever to serve an USian readership; most were military veterans, many had fought in wars or worked as war correspondents, and nearly all were at their very best under precisely the sorts of stresses generated by the atrocity in Dealey Plaza: those reports of multiple shooters were therefore accurate echos of the terrible truth.  (To learn from my own experience how journalistic criticism of the Warren Report was also suppressed, go here; to anyone  knowledgeable in ballistics -- as I, a former competitive shooter, most assuredly was -- the Warren Report could never be more than purposeful fiction.)      

-- The "Democratic" (sic) Party in the person of the not-entirely closeted theocrat James Earl Carter Jr, began replacing the remnants of the New Deal with the socioeconomic nazism euphemized as "neoliberalism" immediately after his inauguration as president in 1977 -- in other words, while the so-called "Reagan Revolution" was still a Christonazi/Neoconfederate wet dream. Carter made the "Democratic" (sic) Party's reversal of the New Deal and its betrayal of the 99 Percent a matter of policy, thus finalizing the party's fulfillment of the pledge implicit in its acceptance of plutocratic funding  as described by Kucinich in Hedges' interview. But why did the party suddenly reverse a longtime course and accept such funding? While the evidence is nearly all circumstantial, I cannot doubt the Democrats were eternally compromised by their collaboration in the assassination, most especially in its cover-up. Thus -- thinking like the award-winning investigative reporter I once was -- I can only conclude the Democrats were blackmailed into becoming what they undeniably are today: the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party.        

LB/21 December 2022

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Sorry; the Lies about This Lost Election Leave Me No Choice

Biden's Promised "Compromise" Is a Death Sentence for Millions

FIRSTLY, BIDEN'S CONCILIATORY  speech  proves once again the "Democratic" (sic) Party's only true post-JFK function is slavishly serving our Masters as the Fifth Column of the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party.

Why else would Biden the Beguiler voice the de facto unconditional surrender of pledging "compromise" with the sworn enemies of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and any other program that might benefit the 99 Percent?

Secondly, note how the Mainstream  Media Propaganda Machine -- the world's first privately-owned, for-profit version of Josef Goebbel's Reich Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda -- is radically soft-peddling the magnitude of the Democrats' loss. 

Just as Patrick Martin reports in his excellent World Socialist Web Site analysis, "As of Wednesday evening, Republicans had made a net gain of 11 seats in the House, giving them a six-seat majority." Note too that  LA Progressive, by no means a Marxian website, also truthfully labels the election a devastating loss for the Democrats.

But the MMPM -- as much our Masters' voice here in USia as its predecessor was Hitler's voice in the Third Reich -- will not even entrust us with that much truth.

And my analysis -- bear in mind I covered my first election in 1958 -- says the Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party, already with 49 seats, will take the Senate too. 

Here are the reported numbers in the so-called "undecided" states:

Georgia: in the present tally -- this according to The New York Times at 10:30 a.m. -- the Democrat has 49.4 percent of the vote, while the Christonazi/Neoconfederate has 48.5 percent. The Libertarians -- social-Darwinist nazis who believe Ayn Rand's fictionalizations of Mein Kampf are the ultimate guideposts to morally imbecilic glory -- have 2.1 percent. In the runoff, that 2.1 percent is bound to go Christonazi/Neoconfederate. Do the math: 48.5 plus 2.1 is 50.6 -- sure Republican victory.

Nevada -- again according to NYT -- the Republican has 49.4 percent, the Democrat has 47.6. With 83 percent of the votes counted, an almost certain Christonazi/Neoconfederate victory. 

Arizona -- NYT figures again -- give the Democrat 51 percent, the Republican 46 percent, with 70 percent of the ballots counted.  But don't forget Sen. Kyrsten Sinema, one of the Senate's two most notorious "Democratic" (sic) collaborators with the Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party. Given that, who's to say this year's apparent "Democratic" (sic) victor will be any different?

My best guess? The Christonazi/Neoconfederate party will control the Senate by a one-vote majority on paper and -- counting Christonazi/Neoconfederate collaborators Sinema and West Virginia Senator Joseph Manchin III -- by at least a three-vote de facto majority.

In other words, the intentionally genocidal termination of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and probably food stamps aka SNAP is now a certainty. Likewise that there will be neither restoration of the Child Tax Credit nor any federal right-to-abortion bill, not ever.

As for me? Age 82 and with congestive heart failure, I'll probably be dead before the mass murder begins. If not, there's no doubt I'll be amongst the murdered.

LB/10 November 2022 

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ProPublica, PopularResistance Censors Bare Fake-Left Malice

As RSN Proved by Imposing Censorship to Protect Hillary, Most So-Called "Alternative Media" Ultimately Serve Our Masters, a Truth Affirmed by Suppression of the Following Two Comment-Thread Posts 

Posted 29 October 2022 on the comment thread of  "An Unbelievable Story of Rape," which ProPublica billed as one of its five most popular reports ever, these remarks survived the site's ever-vigilant censors for maybe 10 seconds:

THE MISSING ELEMENT in this otherwise superb job of reporting is the infinitely vicious class prejudice by which all lower-income people of any race or ethnicity are victimized in the inescapably Ayn-Randified, Prosperity-Gospel-tyrannized, existentially nazified, lynch-mob-sadistic United States.

Indeed one of the defining USian characteristics is the methodically institutionalized hatred that specifically targets anyone caught up in the slow-motion genocide deliberately inflicted by the USian "welfare" (sic) system, foster "care" (sic) included.

Given how euphemistically expressing this caste-hatred is the mandated (albeit never-publicly acknowledged) purpose of every USian welfare bureaucrat -- anyone from clerk to supervisor so employed -- its savagery of potential deadliness is precisely what obtains; that’s because denying aid to a maximum number of supplicants is the primary but clandestine purpose of all USian social-service bureaucracies.

Become so dependent -- whether as a child or an adult -- and you are a pariah for however much longer you manage to survive. Only the nation's mentally ill -- chronically shelterless included -- are more despised.

Nevertheless I do not recall ever reading a report in which the caste-mandated immunity of someone's post-rape psychological rapists was so  wrenchingly obvious. For "psychological rapists" is exactly what they are, and the class-hatred at the  core of the USian ethos -- the 21st Century's most murderous social-Darwinism -- is precisely why they and their ilk will go forever unpunished for their crimes against humanity.

And as we know from history, apologies by such criminals mean nothing. In a just society, Peggy -- whose caste hatred nearly drove Marie to suicide (though apparently nobody cares what it might have done to whatever other foster children Peggy's hatefulness probably victimized) -- would be in a re-education camp for a time at least equal to the almost-four-years of potentially  suicidal ruined-life misery she helped inflict on Marie.  Peggy would also be forcibly sterilized so she could never have children of her own, would never again be allowed near any other children, would never be allowed pets, and would be permanently barred from any occupation that granted her even minimal authority over others;  Shannon, the collaborator who gleefully endorsed Peggy's hatred,  would serve the same sentence as Peggy and afterward be condemned to a life as permanently restricted as that of her criminal accomplice.

As for the two misogynist swine who tortured Marie into a false confession, I recognize that while class-hatred can often be superficially suppressed and in rare instances conditioned away, I also know such male contempt for females parallels that of all serial rapists and is therefore incurable. Thus I can think of no suitable punishment beyond life imprisonment, no pardon, no parole.

And as for the rapist himself, justice demands he is painfully penetrated by his karma each and every time he enters a prison shower.

Disclosure: I react as I do because I know this horror-story from three perspectives. The first is professional; a member of the working press for 30 years and a journalistic freelancer ever since, I have encountered variations of this atrocity at least a dozen times, though only twice were editors courageous enough to allow me to pursue its hideous truths to publication, and I therefore most whole-heartedly congratulate ProPublica for daring report what is undoubtedly an USian commonplace: the entirely rational fear of such consequences the primary reason most U.S. rapes go unreported. The second is personal; as a despised child -- an emotional orphan since my birthmother's two failed attempts at post-partum abortion during my fifth year -- I know all too well Marie's "flip-the-switch" response; given the relentlessly self-righteous lynch-mob sadism of USian society, that turning-off of one’s emotions is the only rational response allowed those of us perceptive enough to understand we will never be granted genuinely healing redress and thus have no other (sane) alternative. Third is my undying gratitude to Marxism for enabling my recognition of the caste-hatred that motivates all such re-victimization; given the circumstances of my childhood, its lessons about USian society many times reinforced by the discoveries of a sometimes award-winning career in journalism and photography, I embrace Marxism because it is the only ideology that dares openly confront the psychological ruin deliberately inflicted by our Masters as they wage class warfare against us all; it is therefore the only ideology my conscience and consciousness allow me. And Marie’s case (again) confirms the professional and personal lessons that shape and sustain my Marxian identity.

It is thus as a proud Marxian I honor Marie with the clenched-fist salute for having the bravery and intelligence to recognize in a lynch-mob-minded society such as this, survival is in fact an ultimate form of revolutionary defiance. I likewise salute Detectives Stacy Galbraith and Edna Hendershot for courageously defying the bigotry and hatred that -- as the obviously unstoppable Trumpite ascendancy now proves -- everlastingly defines the United States. In a just world, each of these three women would be honored as heroes of the people.

Afterthought: in an indicative echo of Barack the Betrayer's most destructive Big Lie, "change we can believe in,"  ProPublica claims "our journalism spurs real world change" -- though obviously only within the ever-narrowing limits set by our Masters.

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On 3 November 2022 I thrice attempted to post the following on the comment thread of the Popular Resistance piece aptly entitled "What the 2022 Midterm Election Charade Offers Us," but after I tried to correct formatting clashes, my first two tries were banished as spam, with the Pop Res moderators falsely claiming the source of the censorship was my ISP, Century Link, which I am sorry to say I found entirely believable because of the haughty indifference CL demonstrated toward its email customers after we were shut out by an update. My third try, in which I did not attempt to correct the formatting, initially seemed ok. But when I returned maybe a half-hour later, it too had been suppressed. Here is what it would have said:

WHILE IT IS true USian elections have become meaningless in terms of improving the (ever-worsening) conditions of 99 Percent existence, it is also true that victory by the "Republican" (sic) Christonazi/Neoconfederate Party will radically hasten our Masters' long-schemed conversion of the so-called United States into the Hitler-anointed successor of the Third Reich.

Hitler anointed? Indeed: like it or not, that was the underlying intent of the Bankers' Plot. And when the plotters were given immunity in 1934, that intent was sanctioned by the ancestors of those Masters by whom we are tyrannized today -- that is, those who now own all USian governance at every level, federal, state and local.

As I have said so many times on so many comment threads, learn the history. First the Bankers' Plot; next, beginning in 1938, the bribery of Christianity -- many so-called "mainstream" religions included -- to propagate the existential nazism implicit in the Prosperity Gospel; then, starting in late 1944, our Masters' adoption of innumerable high-ranking German N.S.D.A.P (Original Nazi) war criminals as advisors and fellow collaborators.

Finally -- as logically as night follows day -- comes the true and eternal end of USia's charade democracy, 22 November 1963, the assassination squad probably commanded by SS Obersturmbannführer Otto Skorzeny, leader of the "impossible" rescue of Mussolini, subsequent CIA asset and probable "umbrella man" in Dallas.

And now behold the "Democratic" (sic) Party -- forever compromised by (what else?) -- its role in the cover-up, permanently reduced to the Christonazi/Confederate Fifth Column.

The evidence was always there, at least for those of us courageous enough to see it. My late father was cross-referencing Goldwater's 1964 presidential-campaign speeches to their obvious sources in Hitler's Mein Kampf; fortunately for my father, he did not live to see Ronnie the Nazi (as we real leftists called him) voted into office by the Moronic Majority in 1980. He was also spared the equally alarming candidacy in 2016 of a Goldwater jugend-girl who because of her aristocratic  education surely knew the true source of her favorite candidate's ideology.

But thanks in no small measure to my father’s tutelage, I most assuredly paid close attention to such indications. Born in 1940 (and a member of the working press until 1986, my swan song a report1 revealing how New York City's gentrification was intentionally destroying the bohemia that fostered Manhattan's  role as the western world's cultural capital) -- I lived through USia's transformation into the proto-nazi empire it is today, protesting as best I could every inch of the way.

Last week, despite understanding fully the imbecility (most assuredly not "audacity") of hope and the voter-turnout-discouraging  purpose of Barack the Betrayer's "change we can believe in," I voted straight "Democratic" -- not because of some clinically deluded, Moron-Nation notion it would make things better for us, we the credit-card-enslaved proletarians and peasants of the 99 Percent, but because I hope to postpone for as long as possible the opening of extermination camps for those of us deemed "surplus workers" -- Jews, peoples of color, real leftists, real (i.e., non-Steinemite) feminists, environmentalists, LGBTQ people, all lower-income elderly and disabled people – all of us condemned to death as "surplus," our USian Masters’ euphemism for the Third Reich term that translates as "life unworthy of life."

That is the USia – I refuse to libel the continent by applying its name to the de facto Fourth Reich – in which we have the infinite misfortune to dwell today.

And with the defeat of the Soviet Union, there is no force on this (now-doomed) planet capable of organizing us to repel the nazi onslaught. Especially since Washington D.C. is indeed what the more perceptive elements of the world socialist movement have been labeling it for decades, the successor to Berlin as this planet's Nazi International. 

Wanna know our future -- that is if our Masters' policy of Better Croaked Than Broke doesn't kill the planet first? Google the White Rose Movement.

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1"New York Creativity: an Uncertain Future?"; Art Direction, August 1986, pgs. 28-29. (Much edited by the publisher to reduce its original punch, including removal of a paragraph noting how the Urban Pioneer program -- don’t now remember whether this came from LBJ, Carter or Reagan -- had provided low-interest, long-term funding specifically for big-city “urban renewal,” i.e., gentrification.)

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THANKS TO MARXISM, I saw all this coming. "Everywhere There's Rain My Love, Everywhere There's Fear"; "A Not-So-Fond Farewell to Reader Supported News" and "Is Trump's War Against Women and Minorities Mandated by 'the Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of U.S. Power'" are three accurately prophetic analyses from 2017.

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Next: A Long-Overdue Eulogy for My Father, and (maybe) some passages from a work of post-apocalyptic fiction-in-progress.

LB/7 November 2022

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Capitalism=Nazism=Extinction; Who (or What) Is Killing Us?

W. Eugene Smith  beset by  Ansel Adams cultists  Seattle 1976W. Eugene Smith, the late world-class humanitarian photojournalist, in Seattle c. 1976. A  fanatical Ansel Adams cultist had just shouted both of  us down for attempting to discuss how the nation's then-skyrocketing inflation was locking lower-income people out of the technology required for professional-quality photography.  The critic, an obviously wealthy white male, damned us for  "attempting to politicize art" -- a nasty, morally imbecilic  response that drew applause from everyone else in the room -- astounding Mr. Smith, but again confirming  what I already knew to be Seattle's most definitive trait, an existential-nazi viciousness compounded by the most hateful, often violent xenophobia I have ever encountered.   

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A POTENTIAL BOSS once asked me why I outspokenly affirm the intellectual value of mythology, archaeology, history and sociology even as I vehemently damn the study of philosophy as nothing more than an obnoxiously esoteric form of  self-aggrandizing academic mental masturbation.

What I told him was the nuclear bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had proven Moses, Jesus and Muhammad to be malevolent enablers of ecogenocidal self-destruction. The Bomb, I hypothesized, is the One Percent’s ultimate terror weapon; it is their declaration of permanent war against humanitarianism itself. It reduces the formal study of philosophy back to modern counterparts of its medieval irrelevance, debating the number of angels that might occupy the head of a pin.

Asked to elaborate, I said the only metaphysics the Bomb had not reduced to irrelevance were Zen, Taoism, its First Nations counterparts and the resurrected paganism growing out of the merger of the Gaia Hypothesis with the folk renaissance’s resurrection of pre-patriarchal liturgical fragments and Robert Graves’ scholarly propagation of matriarchy’s earth-centered consciousness.

I later learned my truthful responses cost me my role as a leading, obviously qualified supplicant for a better paying editorial job. But I answered with equal honesty when a fellow comment-thread-respondent on a Scheerpost essay asked what seemed to me a closely related  question: "Where was Marx wrong?"

While I wrote my answer pretty much off the top of my head, my passion for scholarship compelled me to began re-investigating my own conclusion. Several days of research cemented that hypothesis into Occam-Razored certainty the radiation sickness generated by the atomic terror-bombing of Japan must now be reckoned to include our loss -- conceivably forever -- of the rarely acknowledged but nevertheless vital existential optimism that has obviously motivated human achievement long before our species became recognizable as such.

I began writing this concluding installment of the intended three-part series accordingly.

But then all this work was destroyed by an allegedly "impossible" word-processing crash, and my failed attempts at reconstructing it from memory eventually forced the entire effort back to the proverbial drawing board. The result is the radically pared-down, apologetically tardy result you are reading now.

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MOST OF US know from experience our species’ survival requires the solidarity of positive mindfulness, which paradoxically includes the seemingly negative recognition of the worst that might happen countered by relentless determination to use our proven abilities to transcend whatever awfulness might otherwise prevail.

Such mindfulness is thus the diametrical opposite of Barack the Betrayer’s intentionally misleading proclamation of the "audacity of hope," an astoundingly brazen Big Lie intended to minimize the evil of subjugation by delusional redefinition of our cowardly acceptance of its atrocities as virtuous steps toward  "change we can believe in," the far more malignant Big Lie that is statistically proven the One Percent’s most effective weapon for reducing voter turnout.

Our resultant realization of the imbecility of hope -- our species’ loss of positive mindfulness -- is one of the foremost symptoms of this hitherto-undiagnosed complication of the radiation sickness the Bomb has inflicted on us all. Its agonies are infinitely worsened by the incurable gangrene of self-inflicted terminal climate change. But the Bomb not only robbed us all of our ancient ability to think our way out of ultimate crises; it filled the resultant void with the negative mindfulness of the death-camp, whether eternally or not remains to be seen.

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MARXISM’S IRREFUTABLY PROVEN socioeconomic projections are based on breakthrough scholarship that also brought about some of the earliest academic recognition of the matriarchal proto-communism that sustained our species through its first approximately 194,000 years.

Moreover, the earliest histories of Marxian theory point to the likelihood Karl Marx’s intent -- Frederich Engel’s too -- included some degree of formal restoration of our original nature-centered solidarity, hence the Marxian opposition to organized religion.1 That’s why I will always be perplexed by Marxism’s choice to ignore archaeology’s proof of the ecogenocidal, end-of-history violence of patriarchy’s endless war against Nature. Patriarchal invasion and conquest destroyed our earthly Eden, maliciously slandered its Gaian goddess as the source of all evil and began its deliberate reversal of human evolution by falsely re-branding our Mother Earth as our species’ mortal enemy. But Marxism chose to redefine these apocalyptic evils as essential stages of human development, unavoidable steps in an evolutionary process that made humanitarian socialism the historically inevitable liberation of the entire 99 Percent and thus eventually of all humanity.

In other words, Marxism’s one terminal error is its irrational belief in the Christian, ultimately patriarchal definition of progress, which the Cassandras of feminism have been desperately warning us for at least a century is the apocalyptic banishment of any and all commitment to humanitarian advancement.

It is in this context we encounter real-world proof of the tyranny-preserving function of doublethink -- a truth hidden by a malicious lie, a contradiction in terms, a pearl concealed by pig dung. It is exemplified by the Christians’ two-part claim our species’ history (A), reveals an observable “moral arc,” which indeed it does, and (B), the all-time Big Lie this arc bends toward "justice" -- which it most assuredly does not, the terror-tabooed truth we painfully learn only if we dare study the approximately 6,000-year historical timeline of ever-more-deadly patriarchal atrocities.

What we also discover is prior to the patriarchal conquest, our species’ technological and socioeconomic progress walked mostly hand-in-hand, one nurturing the other in a symbiosis of humanitarian betterment based ultimately on oneness with nature and kinship within the family of Mother Earth.

Matriarchy was societal motherhood symbolized by its variously named Goddess: its universal quest for better living -- not merely as sustainable food supplies, indoor plumbing and central heating, but the relentless improvement of human health and the infrastructured time both to advance our Stonehenge-based understanding of our relationship to the cosmos and relish the sensual wisdom that grants female and male equal potential of maximum sexual fulfillment. As with motherhood itself, matriarchy’s "moral arc" bent toward more humanely fulfilling futures, its ethos epitomized by First Nations’ memories of beneficent visitors from beyond the sunrise, the global reach of the Minoan trading commonwealth and the game-park wealth of the Iroquoian Confederacy, for which, in lieu of the destroyed links, see the recommended reading again appended to this text.

Patriarchy’s consequences irrefutably prove it matriarchy’s diametrical opposite. The "greatest tyrant" competition at the core of patriarchal history defines it as the self-obsessed, morally imbecilic, serial-killer minded, definitively ecogenocidal quest by individual males for the sadistic, rape-everything omnipotence attributed to their allegedly divine male idols (double entendre intended). Patriarchal violence terminated the matriarchal partnership of humanitarianism and technological advance; it divided these former evolutionary partners into murderously hateful foes; it reduced "progress" to the perpetual refinement and weaponization of the technology and psychology of everlasting war.

The Bomb is patriarchy’s species-terminating orgasm, its mono-orgasmic final solution to the terrifying and hatefully envied multiply-orgasmic female, its mushroom-shaped ejaculations flaming upward from the definitively Abrahamic miasma of terminal climate change as apocalyptic declarations of our Masters' omnipotence.

What history now bends toward -- what the patriarchal timeline has always bent toward throughout its ongoing 6,000 year effort of apocalyptic nazification -- is ever-more-inescapable tyranny on the mandatory global Trail of Terrified Tears to extinction.

Patriarchy’s preservation thus requires constant application of ececogenocidal force.

Which in turn mandates destruction of every trace of our humanitarian achievements, lest they inspire further outbreaks of influential feminist rage, as when a wildcat strike by all five thousand of the women employed by Petrograd’s Lesnoy Textile Works on 8 March 1917 triggered the entire Russian Revolution.

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THOSE APOCALYPSE-ENABLERS who yet respond to our Masters’ ever-more-obvious malignancy by claiming such cleverly schemed malice "is just too outrageous to believe" should take note of the fact the obliteration of any and all history favorable to the 99 Percent is precisely what the Nixon/Kissinger/Pinochet triumvirate of terror imposed, albeit with less-than-total success, on pre-Internet Chile:

"The regime’s aim was more than the violent repression of the (Unido Popular) and the left. It wanted to ensure that nothing remained for the next generation to remember or be proud of—none of the cultural, social, and economic achievements made under Allende. Pinochet undertook a policy of systemic eradication of everything that immortalized the thousand days of the UP. The junta did more than carry out crimes against the Chilean people, for it attempted to create a year zero, devoid of a Marxist past. Chilean history became before and after the coup."

Since then, the ongoing reduction of our species’ libraries of printed manuscripts to concentrated collections of electrons -- that is, from intentionally preservative media to storage intentionally vulnerable to flip-of-the-switch destruction -- renders all our species’ wisdom and knowledge readily redactable.

Patriarchy’s desperation to suppress all evidence of humanitarian potential -- even if our Masters are miraculously prevented from launching their thermonuclear Final Solution -- means any of us who benefited from the now-prohibited education that nurtured rational thinking or are old enough to remember vividly the era of national hopefulness borne of the New Deal are now at ever-greater risk for extermination.

Typically we’re murdered not by now-unfashionable death camps but cunningly euphemism-protected mechanisms of slow-motion genocide -- homelessness, denial of welfare and food stamps, abolition of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and methodical destruction of any other remnants of our species’ now-prohibited positive mindfulness.

We are thus imprisoned by inescapable surveillance, our sadistic overseers’ whips the electronic media Big-Lie-pimped as tools of personal liberation but which are now revealed as the invisible concentration-camp fencing its critics, myself among them, always assumed it to be.

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LET US THEN briefly review some exceptionally vivid photographic documentation of patriarchy’s apocalyptic consequences: fire and drought; the climate-change devastation inflicted most recently on Pakistan, Puerto Rico and Florida; and above all else the deliberate intensification of all these horrors. Note the ecogenocidal competition forced on all nations by patriarchy, exemplified by how China has overthrown the ecogenocidally top-seeded USian Empire as the planet’s champion polluter; note too the bring-on-doomsday message of ecogenocidal sabotage, as in the greenhouse-gassing of the world with methane.

The obvious symptoms of our plight -- what military intelligence correctly refers to as "enemy indications" -- begin with the fact our global Masters claimed inability to organize collective amelioration of climate change is becoming our species' terminal Big Lie.

It is proven so by their mutual rejection of their historically proven capacity for successfully cooperative international achievements -- a bring-on-the-apocalypse decision the apocalyptic magnitude of which is exemplified by contrasting the ruling-class successes of the international space station with our Masters’ terminally deadly refusal to mobilize against our looming extinction. The terminal failure of USian democracy -- its relentless march toward white male supremacy climaxed by the irreversible Christonazi tyrannies methodically inflicted on us by the cabal of lifetime-appointed führers that now and forever gives the U.S. Supreme Court the permanent omnipotence sought by Hitler -- thus redefines the entire nation as a failed state.

Let us not forget that any such perpetuation of evil -- for example, the approximately 47,000 annual deaths the One Percenters inflict on us by the intentionally genocidal denial of medical care -- redefines that evil as policy rather than anomaly or coincidence.

Quoth Caitlin Johnstone in "Future Generations (If There Are Future Generations)" there is no longer any question our species "built our entire civilization around economic models that could only result in the destruction of our biosphere.”

The apocalyptic failure of the United States to transcend its founders’ ecogenocidal white racism and achieve even the rudiments of social democracy? Marxism’s abject failure at halting the patriarchy-mandated apocalypse? As Audre Lorde so memorably points out, "the Master’s tools will never dismantle the Master’s house."

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FIVE YEARS OLD when the USian Empire nuked Japan, somehow I instantly recognized the bombing as the terminally apocalyptic event it truly is, its emotional shock far exceeding even that inflicted by my birthmother’s violent attempts to murder my father and me on that year’s Summer Solstice Eve. But it took me another half-decade to intellectually mature enough to verbalize my recognition of the bombing as "the beginning of the end of the world" -- a conviction I knew to be so dangerously subversive, I kept it strictly to myself until the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Even then I dared share it only with my first wife, a Baltimore artist and poet to whom I am forever grateful for introducing me via Plato’s Republic to the hitherto-only imagined satisfaction of reliably thought-provoking, often naked-souled conversation with a woman my own age who was unabashedly my intellectual equal but who later ended our marriage in ideological retaliation for my post-arrest civil rights activism:

Quoth she: "Loren, are you getting involved with communists and stuff?"

Quoth I: "Yeah, probably."

Quoth she: "Then I’m leaving."

Most often though I resisted thinking about the bombing because on the rare occasions my usually impregnable mental resistance failed, it flung me into a uniquely bottomless realm of psychologically unbearable horror. Then I would slam my mental door on it as quickly as a firefly’s flicker, my don’t-go-there emotional-pain-avoidance reflex toughened to near-absolute dependability by surviving my hateful birthmother’s efforts at marticide and post-partum abortion.

(Which probably explains why now even at age 82 I must always look outside myself for words or analogies adequate to describe the pivotal psychological wounding inflicted by the bombings -- the one relentlessly tabooed symptom that would correctly redefine the radiation sickness vectored locally by Hiroshima and Nagasaki as physical symptoms marking the global onset of an incurable psychological pandemic of global despair. Exactly as our Masters intended.)

Indeed in all my years of searching I have found only two books and two films that dare attempt to express its inescapable and infinite hopelessness. The books are John Hershey’s Hiroshima (Alfred Knopf: 1946) and Nevil Shute’s On the Beach (William Morrow and Company: 1957); the films are the John-Paxton-scripted Hollywood variant of On The Beach, directed by Stanley Kramer (United Artists: 1959) and Pandora, written and directed by Park Jeong-Woo (CAC Entertainment: 2016). Pandora is the very best anti-nuclear film I have yet seen.

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IT NEVER OCCURRED to me to ponder our true Masters’ identity until 1971, when a newly released Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young song eerily underscored a question I had begun to ponder as the press-officer on a federal Office of Opportunity "community mobilization" (sic) project in Washington state

I was offered the job because of my volunteer work for a Whatcom County fair-housing group, and I arrived in the state capitol of Olympia eager to continue my activism on a much broader front by using my professional investigative-reporting and documentary photography skills to propagate the project’s five statewide coalitions: Housing, Welfare Rights, Education, Labor and Youth.

But I quickly discovered the education and labor coalitions had been infiltrated, captured. subjugated and weaponized by the John Birch Society, a prime ideological ancestor of today’s Hitler-worshiping Christonazis.

As I remember, the proto-Christonazis took the education coalition merely by following slave-trader and Ku Klux Klan founder Nathan Bedford Forrest’s probably apocryphal advice to "git thar fustest with the mostest" -- a takeover I thought looked suspiciously as if it had been aided by the feds: remember Tricky Dick Nixon was president and was already known to have commissioned the Rand Corporation to prepare a publicly acceptable rationale for suspending the 1972 election.

The labor coalition meanwhile had essentially self-destructed when the Birchite infiltrators -- or more likely their German war-criminal-nazified Central Intelligence Agency leadership -- proved sophisticated enough to leverage already paralytic intra-union and inter-union racial and gender hatreds into now-obvious precursors to the irreparable divisions sustained by today’s identity politics.

Next destroyed was the youth coalition, which collapsed in despair after its hugely successful initiative campaign to lower the drinking age to 18 collected nearly twice the signatures required to get it on the ballot but was terminated by the extreme prejudice of the fanatical proto-Christianazi prohibitionists. Their own efforts perpetually focused on re-imposition of national prohibition, they looted  all the Youth Coalition's signed petitions from a parked automobile left unguarded by the ruinously irresponsible activists who were delivering it to Olympia.

Inflicted only days after I joined the Washington State Conference of Coalitions, this atrocity told me we were under surveillance by powerful enemies far more sophisticated than anyone borne of the state’s typically xenophobic, white-supremacist, anti-Jewish, anti-intellectual Moronic Majority.

It also told me my presumptive role of propagating propagandist was really that of organizing our strategic and tactical defense.

Which in turn left me expressing aloud to my WSCC management colleagues Terry MacDonald and Yvonne Howard my immediate need to know just how high up the ruling class our enemies were -- a question not even obliquely answered until 1974 when Watergate felon John Ehrlichman admitted the state’s prideful ignorance ensures its function as a favorite rat-lab for the perfection of techniques of oppression.

In any case, by the time I was hired to organize our resistance, our enemies had left us only two functional coalitions. One was Welfare Rights, a wondrously defiant biracial solidarity of proudly proletarian women who were then in the process of ejecting a trio of Ivy-League-schooled feminists for preaching man-hating as the only legitimate first step to female liberation. The other survivor was Housing, which had already acquired sufficient support amongst upwardly mobile whites to ram through legislation repealing a state law that had hitherto granted landlords literally limitless power to oppress tenants.

But when we pled for the competent secretarial support we needed to launch a media blitz to protect the welfare mothers from further assaults, state OEO repeatedly denied it.

And when I abetted my investigative skills with booze to manipulate an official into revealing the reasons for the denial, I learned our true purpose was the predecessor of "change we can believe in": creating the illusion of working toward social-democratic reform while ensuring our own efforts were but charades, invariably defeated in the end.

Rejecting OEO’s effort to redefine my more-than-adequate WSCC salary as bribery for submission, I immediately resigned in protest.

As I know from 30 years on newspaper and/or magazine staffs and the remainder of my life as a politically exiled freelancer, this clandestine reversal of stated purpose is absolutely typical. My resignation is not:  too many of my colleagues are de facto wage-slaves who have families to support and in the realm of unspeakable evil this nation was reduced to on 22 November 1963, they have no choice but surrender.

Thus we see how the ultimate purpose of all post-New-Deal USian governance at every level is the use of false promises to pacify the Moronic Majority by fostering just enough imbecility of hope to sustain our Masters’ boiled-frog imposition of ever-more-inescapable tyranny.

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LIBERAL APPLICATION OF Occam’s Razor limits to three the logically probable identities of our ecogenocidal assailants:

Firstly there’s the Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power, the frightening proof of which Jeff Sharlet bravely reveals in The Family (Harper, 2008) in further confirmation of the courageous revelations by Chris Hedges in American Fascists: the Christian Right and the War on America (Free Press: 2006).2 Less well-know are the Christians’ declarations of misogynistic, ecogenocidal hatred of our Mother Earth declared by fundamentalist-church reader-boards throughout the early ‘70s: Organic Is Satanic and Environmental Means Of The Devil.3

One need only scan their formal theology to recognize the Christonazis’ suicidal intent is salvation by the permanent destruction of the life-bearing capabilities of our planet, which they believe to have been captured by Satan despite the efforts of their alleged savior Jesus and which must thus be reduced to an eternally lifeless orb.

Think of it as the global counterpart of the Empire’s Vietnam policy: "gotta nuke the planet to save it from the Devil."

Such an intent as the clandestine purpose of imperial policy -- a policy unquestionably enforced by the global terror inflicted by USia’s demonstrations of infinite savagery at Hiroshima and Nagasaki -- would surely explain how and why the normally cooperative international leadership dutifully pretends it’s powerless to achieve any effective agreement to even ameliorate terminal climate change.

But assuming for a moment this were the only operative possibility, it would eliminate the obvious (and obviously relentlessly censored) fact the years of nuclear winter inevitably inflicted by thermonuclear apocalypse would unquestionably reverse global warming, World War III might therefore actually preserve planetary life, albeit nothing above the cockroach level.

Thus while there’s no  question this onslaught by Christianity is already well underway, the extent of its ecogenocidal culpability remains obscure.

Secondly then there is the approximately equal probability the post-World-War-II world is increasingly ruled by a clandestine Nazi International, an organization spawned by Germany and the USian Empire c. 1944-45 to disguise nazism as "neoliberalism" and keep its ideologies of identity politics and racial hatred alive for future weaponization of global conquest.

Even were I to reject the evidence presented by Joseph P. Farrell and the late Mae Brussel as useless "conspiracy theory," I find sufficient indications in the past 90 years of USian corporate and governmental history to evaluate the Nazi International hypothesis as probably true.4 Indeed it would not surprise me to learn it is headquartered in or directly across the river from Washington D.C.

But one important indication yet apparently remains a perplexing mystery; neither of our two suspects -- nor the likelihood they are opportunistic collaborators in global ecogenocide -- explain the skyrocketing incidence of momentary intrusions by ever-more-obviously hostile UFOs.

Were these vessels of earthly origin, their presence would be recognized as the aerial reconnaissance it unquestionably appears to be.

Witness too in this context our Masters’ handling of the UFO matter, 75 years -- three quarters of a century -- from official denial to official confirmation of evidence that logically allows only two (rational) explanations: either the UFOs are here to monitor our behavior much as psychologists monitor lab rats, or they are mapping the planet and testing our defenses in preparation for full-scale invasion. Given their obvious technological omnipotence, either likelihood reduces patriarchal religion to primitive science fiction and ourselves to future slaves, in either case, humanity besieged by forces so infinitely powerful, resistance is (genuinely and forever) futile.

Extraterrestrial invasion? That’s logical possibility number three, with the only remaining questions the extent to which we have already been conquered and the parallel extent to which our earth-born Masters have already betrayed us, selling out the entire 99 Percent in return for the invaders’ promises to maintain the already self-perpetuating One Percent aristocracy as their overseers on Slave Plantation Earth.

The most hideously repugnant aspect of this hypothesis is the since-suppressed observation by several prominent USian scientists in the mid-1970s that the g-forces generated by the UFOs’ instantaneous directional changes at speeds in excess of 25,000 miles per hour are survivable only by exoskeletal life forms.

In other words, if our conquerors are genetically advanced predatory insects, they are also demonstrably clever enough to terraform themselves a new home by poisoning our Mother Earth with patriarchy for the past 6,000 years. Now -- with our planet’s soaring temperatures making it ever more comfortable as a cosmic roach motel -- perhaps they are preparing to make it their new homeland, much as our ancestors invaded the Americas for the same purpose.

What this also suggests is we may be pawns in a much larger fight than we imagine. The interstellar war suggested by Hindu and Abrahamic texts is indicative the patriarchal conquest of planet Earth -- initiated by the terrorism of allegedly "divine" apparitions (in the Abrahamic religions the ball-of-fire emergence of "Yahweh" atop Mt. Ararat, also talking snakes, fiery wheels in the sky and loquacious brushfires) – may thus have been the beginning of an unspeakably malicious, bottomlessly evil, irresistibly cunning ecogenocidally apocalyptic effort to herd humanity into self-extermination and reduce our Mother Earth back to the bug planet she was in the Ordovician, 480 million years ago.

(Yeah, I know all earthly cooperative-insect hives are queendoms; but who’s to say the drones of whatever realm is attacking us didn’t overthrow their queen and put a fire-ant version of Donald Trump’s idol Hitler in place as dictator for life. In any case, the ever-more-obvious fact we are doomed no matter what happens means the cliché "all bets are off" is now our species’ ultimate truth.)

If extraterrestrial invasion is indeed what obtains, it would thoroughly explain our earth-borne Masters’ two-faced betrayal: claiming concern about climate change even as they set aside their ideological conflicts to unite in serving the conquerors by intensifying their ecogenocidal destructiveness.

While all humans are self-preservationists, the deadly difference between the One Percenters and ourselves is the latter have made themselves omnipotent by the weaponization of their technology -- something the purposeful destruction of the Soviet Union guarantees we the 99 percent will never again be allowed the resources and wealth to overcome.

Our Masters realize it was the advent of firearms made an armed proletariat possible, which in turn forced concessions from a viciously sadistic, murderously self-centered, utterly sociopathic ruling class. Now all those concessions are being reversed, complete with forcible disarmament and its intended consequences, the mandatory pacifism and compulsory victimhood that defines slavery and serfdom.

Since history shows imperial conquest always follows the same ecogenocidal pattern –note how the hereditary Celtic aristocracy who survived beyond Roman conquest preserved its authority by serving the conquerors as local overseers; likewise the conquered aristocrats of India, Africa and many First Nations tribes survived by serving the British Empire in much the same way.

Above all else note the global surrender to generic nazism disguised as neoliberalism, especially the Chinese Communist Empire’s emergence to challenge the top-seeded USian Empire as the planetary champion in the ecogenocidal stakes for our species’ most deliberately deadly poisoner.

As I have said before, ideas have consequences. And when ecogenocidal consequences are sustained by policy, they are unequivocally intentional. In fact when we examine the evidence, it becomes undeniable patriarchy is ecogenocide -- deliberate, conscious, bottomlessly evil ecogenocide.5

Bombing an asteroid to keep it from hitting Earth? Our Masters are so infinitely evil,6 it wouldn’t surprise me the bombing has the opposite result, ensuring the asteroid hits us instead.

Nor would I doubt they believe themselves well-enough bunkered to survive. Indeed they have already told us as much by their escalation of thermonuclear terror to an all-time high.

Welcome to the global Auschwitz: Arbeit Macht Frei...und Todt.

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1See my essay about the "Crypto-Radical Seismology Faction" resurrected from Northwest Passage, 28 July 1970, page 16. While it was primarily a discussion of the failures of urban radicalism, it was also beginning of my realization we cannot unshackle ourselves from capitalism without first overthrowing patriarchy. It is also  the only piece I wrote under the nom de guerre Angus L. Forsthe, my use of a pseudonym a product of the then-commonplace belief we were at the beginning of a socialist revolution.

2As much as I admire Hedges’ writing, with which I am in emphatic agreement probably 95 percent of the time, I deplore his slander of the non-USian residents of the American continents by his continued acceptance of the slavemaster-founded, meticulously nazified USian Empire’s wanton theft and intentional perversion of the continents’ name.

3My photographs of two such reader-boards in rural Washington state were destroyed by the arson fire of 1 September 1983. While many less-theocratic-minded Christians will protest this pejorative application of their theological name, the refusal of the mainstream churches to officially eject the Christonazis as heretics proves the usage to be both accurate and deserved.

4The proven indications include 1933-34 Bankers’ Plot; from 1938 onward, the financial aristocracy’s outright bribery and eventual purchase of influential factions within white protestant Christianity to produce the so-called “prosperity gospel”; c. 1933-1945, IBM’s obscenely profitable service to Hitler’s extermination of non-Aryans; beginning in l944, the defiantly anti-Soviet sanctuary the federal government secretly gave tens of thousands of Original Nazi war criminals and their recruitment by government and big business as advisors in fulfilling the banksters’ intended nazification of the nation; the suspicious timing of FDR’s death on 12 April 1945; the murder of JFK and the subsequent eleven years of ideologically "cleansing" slayings apparently ending with the murder of Karen Silkwood; the FBI’s COINTELPRO and the CIA’s Operation CHAOS; the advent of USian "identity politics" as the gateway to the permanent, Mein-Kampf fulfilling anti-solidarity functions of gender war and race war; the useful-idiot dovetailing of bring-on-the-apocalypse Christianity with the environmentalists’ demand for exterminating 90 percent of the working class; and let us never forget our Masters’.good-cop/bad-cop routine, the maliciously manipulative strategy that gave birth to "change we can believe in," demonstrably USia’s most effective weapon for discouraging voter -turnout: the bad-cop Republicans terrorize us , the Democrats pacify us with false promises of protection and both parties then collaborate in our betrayal. by ensuring the fulfillment of said promises is either legislatively prohibited or reduced to meaninglessness.. All of which is underscored by the ever-more-brazen re-emergence of localized nazism throughout the planet, its ultimate victory guaranteed by the ever-more-deadly poverty by which our Masters tyrannize the global 99 Percent. Since all of these indications are detailed in the immediately preceding essays, I see no need to elaborate them again here.

5There is fourth possibility, albeit one so contrary to patriarchal brain-warping even many of the most enlightened among us will probably reject it out of hand. The Gaia Hypothesis defines our Mother Earth as a living organism, conscious and self-regulating. Our species has warred against her since patriarchy’s onset; with its ecogenocidal war against her now entering its seventh millennia, she has obviously begun to fight back. The only remaining question is whether she intends to exterminate us or teach us to heed the example of our matriarchal ancestors and live harmoniously within her embrace; after all, is there any human function more essential to our species survival than competent motherhood?

6While censorship makes conclusive proof of the malignant magnitude  of our Masters' evil increasingly more difficult to find, the following books make it painfully obvious. Their titles are self-explanatory:  Howard Zinn, A Peoples' History of the United States (Harper and Row: 1980); Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States (Beacon Press: 2014);  Timothy Snyder, Black Earth: the Holocaust as History and Warning (Tim Duggan Books: 2015); James Q. Whitman, Hitler's American Model: the United States and the Making of Nazi Race Law (Princeton University Press: 2017); and our oppressors' bible,  Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf, the Ford Translation (Elite Minds Inc.: 2009-2010). By far the best over-view of the innumerable achievements of our relentlessly tabooed pre-patriarchal millennia is Barbara Mor's The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth, (Harper & Row: 1987, 1991). Gavin Menzies, The Lost Empire of Atlantis (William Morrow: 2011), details his authoritative, extensively researched hypothesis that the Minoans, whose pre-patriarchal civilization thrived for at least a thousand years, were seafarers enough to organize the first global trading commonwealth; bear in mind while reading Menzies that First Nations accounts suggest an anciently widespread "old people's" culture  based on barter and shared knowledge rather than on conquest and slavery. Marija Gimbutas, The Civilization of the Goddess: the World of Old Europe (HarperCollins: 1991), summarizes the archaeological evidence that proves the superior sustainability of Europe’s pre-patriarchal culture, while Robert Graves, The White Goddess: an Historical Grammar of Poetic Myth (Farrar, Straus and Giroux: 1966/1982), explores in detail the associated aesthetics and metaphysics. Thomas E. Sanders and Walter W. Peek – their indigenous names respectively Nippawanock (Cherokee) and Metacomet (Narragansett-Wampanoag) -- do likewise in their dated but nevertheless still relevant Literature of the American Indian (Glencoe Press: 1973).

LB/23 September-7 October 2022

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Did the Secret Police Just Attack Me on the Internet?

WHILE LIBRE OFFICE Writer has always been obnoxiously crash-prone, in every one of its other innumerable crashes it always restored my work.

But this time -- despite a restoration already underway -- it destroyed nearly three dozen pages of critically important work-in-progress, the Dispatches-related research notes and original writing that would have been the completion of the essays posted 28 July and 21 August:  taboo-breaking material I was shaping into a final form to be posted later tonight or early tomorrow. 

Of course I know all open-source software is essentially defenseless – that’s why it’s free – but I am forced to use such garbage because I am too impoverished to pay the increasingly prohibitive prices charged for the for-profit (and therefore properly defended) WP systems.

The destruction of this material is a nasty microcosm of the 1 September 1983 destruction of all my life's work by arson; because it somehow shut down Libre's hitherto-100-percent-reliable recovery apparatus,  I am certain this emotionally devastating setback was vindictive censorship, most likely inflicted by one of the 17 USian secret police agencies that move ever closer to absolute zero tolerance as they strengthen the invisible fences that imprison us in the open-air Auschwitz our Masters are methodically constructing from the ruined “United” (sic) States.

Thus I can only apologize for the fact it will now take me as much as another month to fulfill the promise with which I concluded the second installment of this intended three-part series.

The worst consequence of this assault – as I know all too well from other such incidents – is that rewrites under such conditions are invariably bad writing; unlike revisions that improve an extant manuscript, rewrites from memory can never even begin to approach the quality of the destroyed work.

Nevertheless I am determined to reconstruct it as best I can, with my apology for the obviously deteriorated quality of the result.

Therefore I defiantly submit this atrocity -- an example of the flick-of-the-switch destruction of legitimate criticism that increasingly defines the USian Empire's tyranny   -- as yet another proof of our Masters' embrace of worse-than-Hitler Evil that fuels and sustains their  permanent achievement of global technological omnipotence. 

Too bad Moron Nation is so incurably brain-warped, it is no longer able to recognize this ever-more-irrefutable truth. Which the rest of us  already know is  but another of the many ways our Masters -- whomever or whatever they might be -- ensure the USian 99 Percent will never again be able to muster effective resistance to subjugation by extermination and enslavement.

LB/23 September 2022

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