My Epitaph

If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything!

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Am I really the 1

More than once in my lifetime since first taking (and literally teaching the class to a small group of coeds as part of my learning the material) statistics (E270 through the Economics Department as a prerequisite to being admitted into the Business School) have I tried to crudely contemplate the various aspects whose probabilities would have to be including in calculating the odds-against-chance of something happening to me.

The first time I literally stopped in amazement was at 21 years old and walking the streets of Amsterdam.  I admit I was early into the 10-12 years I smoked cigarettes, and, at least at that time, the sidewalks and pedestrian streets of Amsterdam were terribly littered with cigarette butts, so what difference would mine make?  As I am walking with the two traveling companions who attending the overseas program with me, I flick a butt out of fingers and watch as the butt hits the sidewalk and then bounces off the sidewalk to land standing straight up on the filter!

I immediately call it to my traveling companions' attention and proceed to ask for help in thinking of the the different things that would need to be included in calculating the odds-against-chance of having a flicked butt bounce and land standing straight up on the filter since we all had passed E270.  I don't want to type all night recalling as many times as I can off the top my head that I've literally stopped to try and at least roughly guesstimate the odds-against-chance that of all the people that could possibly be the 1 out xyz chance, that it would be me.  10 years ago when I was driving a motor home across the USA burning a pathetic excuse of a settlement for having endured 5 spinal fractures and being sentenced to a life sentence of pain (a double life sentence if I include the pain meds), the biggest question was whether I needed to add that day's odds-against-chance to the previous day's (they may not have been sequential days because I was bedridden for a day or two between each day I estimated odds-against-chance), or whether they needed to be multiplied together to give a closer guess to the odds I should have experienced what caused me to pause and think.

Eventually, having been stopped by life to contemplate the odds of the event/experience occurring, let alone to me, I began to just accept that I am a statistical anomaly, or maybe even more precisely The Statistical Anomaly and if there's a way to beat the odds in something, I am the Will(iam) for that way!  One of the many bands names I hope someday to be billed under (what better way to keep it underground than a different name every tour?) is Statistical Anomaly and the Odds Against Chance.

So what triggered this post today?

https://archive.org/stream/initiatesofflame00hall#page/86/mode/2up

As I was leaving this link in a YouTube comment concerning William Cooper's Mystery Babylon series and Manly P Hall, I was verifying that this first edition was identical to the one I read at Hall's Philosophical Research Society's Library circa 2012 by checking the final 20 or so words Hall wrote in the book.  I scrolled too far from the pages I was seeking (86 of 89) and landed on 109/114 which should have been blank pages at the end of the booklet.  If you scroll to 109/114 you will see a date stamp from the library.  The date of the stamp was May 4, 1938.  May the Fourth will be with me always, at least on any form of ID requiring a birthdate, but I did not turn 80 this year.

When I calculated how many years before my birth was this first edition of Hall's inaugural publication from 1922 stamped, I chuckled when it came up as 33 and thought Manly Hall would love it!

I really don't know how to calculate those odds-against-chance because I might have to go back to that upright butt's odds and combine every instance in my life I have guessed as the various factors required to accurately calculate the odds-against-chance, and that's even before I go all Casablanca on it with "of all the copies, of all the books, to have been scanned into the Internet Archive, why did you have to have that date stamped in you?"

I may not really be the 1 like Neo in the Matrix, but I seem to be comfortable being the 1 out of ridiculous odds because I've inhabited that realm countless times in my life where I've literally paused to begin calculating the odds-against-chance of that event occurring, as well as the odds of it occurring to me.

Sam Tripoli's Taboo Topics and Conspiracies Hypocrisies

I can't admit that I have listened to all of the Tin Foil Hat Podcast episodes, and I doubt if I will listen to all of them.  First of all, the entire premise seems to demonstrate why I haven't had much-to-any interest in attending standup performances because it appears that the premise of the podcast is "comedians casually commenting on conspiracies" but I have yet to find any "comic" that appears to demonstrate a quick wit and/or a sense of humor during any show, especially from the host: let alone a true sense of "academic" authority on any topic discussed I've seen.  Are the topics of conspiracy theories one of the few subjects that even "professional" (i.e. getting paid to tour) touring comics refuse to find any humor, or am I delusional in thinking that standup comics would also have a demonstrably quick wit, love for laughter and sense of humor towards all subjects?  I suppose hearing many standup comics on The Bob and Tom Show (They moved to town and began warping my pre-pubescent 12/13 year old mind and sense of humor around 1983/4: Bob and Tom displayed great humor, even if it offended some 1980s snowflakes - a humor I have never once seen or heard the times I've been exposed to Howard Stern's radio/E! show, who always seemed a distant second, at best, from the heyday of The Bob and Tom Show, and even well even after B&T lost it early magic after divorces and syndication) that used to be able to hilariously banter on about the news of the day, maybe I was spoiled in what I expect out of professional comics without recognizing that you can be a professional standup comic and not appear funny whatsoever outside of your prepared material, and maybe that's because B&T only brought on to their show the touring comics that can be funny outside of their prepared material and off the top of the heads and tips of their tongue with an entreatingly quick wit?  And, although Mr Tripoli might acknowledge differing degrees in conspiracy theories with the analogy to the colored belt system of martial arts, he would be as delusional as I seem to be (about how comics should be able to demonstrate a quick wit and sense of humor on podcasts on any subject) if he thinks he can take his "black belt" into a cage match against another martial art of conspiracy comprehension.  That would end up like the early days of UFC/MMA where certain "arts" were proven not to be successful or even partially effective combat arts when placed in the crucible of combat.

I can only recall one author/"expert", and he is a Sitchinite who appears on Ancient Aliens, so trying to get the input of supposed experts on a subject doesn't appear to be high on the Tin Foil Hat Podcast's list (or implausible to achieve no matter how hard they try without gaining a huge audience), and I doubt it will ever be possible to book authors so long as they continue just "circle-jerking" other comic's podcasts (do people who pay for standup have money or time left to purchase and read books?).  But, since the circular citing of ideas among conspiracy authors seems a method operandi to try and legitimize the ideas being cited circularly (authors relying upon Sitchin as a primary source also cite other authors citing Sitchin as though such citations lend credibility to any of the sources within that circular reasoning and citation circumference), why should we expect these deviations from the skeptical rigors of true scholarship and logical fallacies to be eliminated by comics on their podcasts (what % of readers of said conspiracy circles fall for the flawed scholarship)?  If certain conspiracy authors demonstrate inferior scholarship, I suppose it's my own fault for thinking a conspiracy podcast might strive for the highest standards of scholarship, especially one by standup comics (if only I could believe that Alex Jones was formerly Bill Hicks...)
That doesn't deserve a link in case any reader of mine become seduced into such a worthless rabbit hole of idiotic beliefs!
Because...
Belief is the antithesis of knowledge.


Though I do have minimal respect for Sam's rules for ronin's intent.  
I would have more if he could live up to this own Rules for Ronin.

1. We ('ronin') never 'affiliate' with any group -

Since he also seems to run a sports podcast (Punch Drunk Sports, again not worth the link in case any reader of mine waste time on team sports owned by the plutocratic class), and wears an LA Dodger's hat in this "Mother of all Truth Bombs" it would seem as though he has allowed the imposed (from the highest echelons of wealth and power running the land covertly upon the masses) tribalistic divisions into team loyalties and devotion of spectator sports nullify any claim of never affiliating with any group (even if it's only being a sports fan in general is a group with whom he willing affiliates), and he overtly states he condones affiliating with any sexual deviance grouping/labeling (he uses "kink/kinky" but he's invalidating his own rules nonetheless by making sexual and sports exceptions - even if he doesn't admit the sports, his wearing a Dodger's hat and having another podcast about sports clearly shows he can't help but be hypocritical to his very first rule of never affiliating with any group).  At the end of this posting, it should be obvious what biased group positions he has never questioned the dogma of their beliefs.

2. We do not defend anyone we personally do not know

By failing to take a critical view (or at least multiple views of each conspiracy theory to at least ascertain a "plausibility index" for said conspiracy) of Sitchin and having the only author I've seen on the Tin Foil Hat Podcast being an "expert" and former sycophant to Sitchin before the old con man (and Zionist Jew trying to deflect attention from the Cuneiform tablets clearly being among the various uncited source documents that were plagiarized in the Bible - instead of allowing those who might unravel the fiction plagiarized as the Bible to realize there's no objective archaeological evidence of the literal stories in the Bible: most definitely no evidence of the supposed historical events as literally told in the Bible and the shattering of preconceived beliefs arising from this realization about the Bible and associated loss of faith) died, Sam Tripoli seems to defend many ideas promulgated by people he does not personally know (at least I didn't hear Sam claim to have known Zechariah Sitichin before he died on that episode).  If Sam were serious about this rule, it would seem to me that he would need to be more challenging to the conspiracy theories he endorses by making a show about them, as well as ideas he clearly defends and fails to scrutinize (keep reading, I'll get there) than he is; he seems too eager to believe instead of exerting what it takes to know.  I may have authors I defend to an extent, just as I have other authors I "attack" their credibility (Sitchin being just one, but I couldn't tolerate more than his first book The Twelfth Planet, unlike Tony Bushby whose 4 books inspired much of my studies in rare book libraries - even if only to fight my way out of that rabbit hole where I had read Bushby believing his claims about 20 years in rare book libraries around the world), but the one's I defend are because their works withstand the scrutiny and skepticism I will demonstrate in this post (as well in the link 3 lines above).  If I were to reword what I percieve his intent for this rule to be (as well as trying to close loopholes inherent from his wording), it would be akin to "We do not defend anyone or any idea that cannot withstand the highest scrutiny of true scholarship."  

However, I have been called a "scholar" by more than one professional librarian/archivist in university/research and private libraries inside the USA, and I doubt if Sam Tripoli has ever been called a scholar by a professional who would recognize true scholarship in anyone possessing and demonstrating it.  As the link to The Bushby Fraud page will demonstrate to any objective reader, not defending anyone we personally don't know should most definitely include authors whose works can't sustain scholarly scrutiny and skepticism!  When I was in some of the best libraries in the USA/world, I would try to attack any idea and source discussing said idea with a gale force 10 wind of skepticism.  Having done so to multiple sources, the facts that withstand the scrutiny from all sides and remained standing for observation seem obvious and consistent underneath each source's surface spin.

For instance, in my ideal definition of "Bible Study" [the Newberry Library would allow me 4 Bibles from the vault at one time; after going through all the Bibles in the vault, I settled for the Vulgate translation (either the Rhemes or Douay depending on whether I was in the New or Old Testament), and of the 3 dedicated to the reigning British monarch I would have the 1535 Coverdale Bible (dedicated to Henry VIII - the wife killer and founder/head of the Anglican Church and the first full English translation of the Bible), the 1560 Geneva Bible and the 1611 King James Bible] requires true skeptical scrutiny of the competing agendas to have any hope of ascertaining any "truth" occulted inside the Bible.  Clearly there were and are at least two competing agendas between these translations: the Vulgate supports the Vatican and Roman Catholicism while the others endorse the monarchy ruling the British Empire (but not all of the same family/bloodline).  The verses where they disagreed usually revealed an occulted fact that both agendas wished to keep hidden from the masses [and which the Freemasons had the key as to where to begin unraveling what was occulted under the literal stories of the Bible - even if no/few Freemason(s) today would know this], or a common control mechanism (for instance in Romans 13, both translations want the masses to be submissive to authority as though that authority was ordained by God, they just disagree on which hierarchical system should be accepted, without questioning by the masses, as ordained by the divine: the divine right of kings, or the corrupt centralized bureaucracy of the Vatican - I've been too conditioned by the Constitution and Enlightenment to accept either king or pope as being placed on their respective thrones by any "true God").

Sam Tripoli will try to claim that "We have no Masters" but it seems obvious to me that Sam Tripoli exemplifies my quote:
If you don't master your language you will always have a master.  

Especially when hearing him attempt multisyllabic words like Simulation (he totally believes that it's Sim-A-lation, but I suppose he's only watched videos and never read any books on the topic and that's why he can't seem to grasp which vowel occupies the second syllable), and the funniest I've heard Sam be was after being told the phrase was virtue signaling, he couldn't quite comprehend the difference between virtue and virtual, and I'm pretty sure he once stated virtual singing instead of virtue signaling - and it wasn't written so he can't claim he's dyslexic; he heard it stated correctly and didn't even bother to break down the term to comprehend why each word in the phrase to be specific and accurate because it's concerning people openly, aggressively and overtly signaling the virtues they demand we all exercise.  Observing how he didn't repeat the phrase back to insure he completely grasped the concept seems to indicate the level of intellect he's operating where facts and accuracy don't matter.

And before this ends I will discuss another master or two he hints at having - even if not outright admitting it, other than demonstrating his being a slave to a language he, like most, fail to master and one of the most effective divisive techniques to create conflict that can be profited from by the plutocrats: televised sports.  (At least it sounds like he finally gained mastery over cocaine, but the reason people still comment that he's on drugs seems likely because he's gotten the "brain damaged" nervous habits that come from way too much cocaine and meth.  Even after someone has quit those drugs, some, maybe even most, still demonstrate the fidgeting habits hardwired from muscle memory that they'll never be able to kick.)

3.  We defend no action we had no say or part in committing

Again, I seem to comprehend what the motives behind this rule likely are and can appreciate the underlying motive while again feeling like he fails to live up to his own rules and worded it so legal loopholes exist as currently phrased.  In essence, I believe his attempt with all his rules for "ronin" are along the same principle as my own epitaph:
If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything.
However, using my epitaph to cleanse the palate from these early courses to prepare for the entree, I will begin my ultimate constructive critique for Sam Tripoli by working backwards through his rules while applying them to a certain conspiracy theory that he absolutely refuses to address and whenever the very topic is brought up, even if by Sam himself, Sam always states his emphatic belief that this "conspiracy theory" can never be considered as even plausible, let alone to try and objectively weigh the evidence as presented by the opposing sides like a judge is supposed to objectively weigh the evidence presented in court with the known facts of the law his oath is to uphold.  This consistent Pavlovian response to an audible stimulus seems to prove Sam Tripoli still has master, so he's a Samurai instead of Ronin!

To begin with, let me propose an example.  I participated in the local anti-war protest on the day of global protest before W illegally invaded Iraq in 2003.  Although I participated in a peaceful protest, what if some of the protesters had been agent provocateurs and had started some criminal action trying to instigate a mob mentality?  What if they had been undercover police trying to incite a riot to be put down by the police?  Would my willful participation in the global day of anti-war protests have been an action I had any say or part in committing if this example of agent provocateurs inciting a mob to riot had happened, even if I did not participate in the actual rioting?  For that matter, what about Charles Whitman: if one develops a brain tumor, one may no longer be able to control what actions they make.  Whitman knew something was wrong with him because of the changes in thought patterns he had been experiencing that seem to have had an actual physical cause that overrode the frontal lobes dominance over the amygdala in healthy people who can control what actions they commit with willful intent.  There's been at least one other court case where a man who had lived a normal and healthy sex life began suddenly to get attracted to children.  It was discovered he had a brain tumor that when it was removed his sexual desires returned to normal.  When the tumor returned, so did his perverse thoughts that again disappeared with the tumor's surgical removal.  Let alone if we consider people who have toxoplasmosis and/or rabies.  These infectious diseases exemplify how even single-celled organisms can control and/or influence a grown adult's thinking processes.  If men infected with toxoplasmosis take more risks because of the toxoplasmosis, can they really claim to never take actions they might not otherwise do if it weren't for the toxoplasmosis?

If Sam Tripoli would really apply this thinking to his life, then he should free himself of the tribalism desired among the masses from spectating sports by the plutocrats owning the teams (at least the City of Green Bay owns the Packers instead of some billionaire who inherited a team like 'Junky Jim' Irsay inherited the Colts!) because, unless his Punch Drunk Sports podcast tries to get people awakened and out of the docile passive aggressive nature of spectating sports, he is still stuck in the "Matrix" established by the plutocracy to insure their perpetual dominance over people like Sam Tripoli and me.  But, even more to the core of his rule #3, if he is a typical sports fan(atic) he allows actions he has no say in or part in to have an endocrine impact upon his body and psyche - flooding him with natural highs when the team he has no say or part in whether they win or lose wins, while likely negatively impacting his body and mind with less euphoric endogenous chemicals with each loss.  (Maybe the dopamine and adrenaline rush of spectating a win replaced the high of cocaine for him while the losses replaced coming down?)  Having a favorite team whose exploits in their sport provides one a feeling of belonging (i.e, group identity) as well as the neuro-chemical joys of victory and agonies of defeat while doing nothing but letting the mirror neurons deceive the brain into believing the consciousness occupying said brain to be doing the actions of others seems to be the grossest violation of the underlying motive behind his rule #3.

If one wants to refuse to defend any action they had no say nor part in enacting when it comes to tackling conspiracy theories, why wouldn't they want to refuse to let the winning or losing of a team they aren't on, or coaching, influence their mood and state of mind?  Maybe Sam Tripoli is a better man than my brother, but my brother seems far more typical of a "true sports fanatic" who allow a loss they didn't participate in or coach to negatively impact their emotional state, or who get some high from a win they had nothing to do with, either.  There is a reason the "fan" as in a "Dodger's fan"
(because he's wearing the Dodger's cap in the linked Mother of All Truth Bombs above) originated as an abbreviation of fanatic.  (What's that quote of mine above about having a master if you don't master your language?)

But, to the crux of the issue: why hasn't Sam Tripoli applied these Rules for Ronin to the most heretical of all "conspiracy theories"?  I haven't seen him state it explicitly as rule #4, but he also admits to not try and discuss certain topics with those who aren't ready for the information, and out of respect for the idealism behind these rules I will state here and now that if Sam Tripoli is ever reading this, that he probably wants to stop now because I will present a logical reasoning behind his refusal to even address the data of all sides to ascertain if what the official dogma claims can withstand the highest of scholastic standards of skeptical scrutiny (a far greater "spiritual skepticism" than Sam clearly demonstrates), and it's highly likely that he may never be mentally prepared for this constructive critique of his demonstrable hypocrisy to his own rules.

Don't proceed if you aren't ready to have your belief system shattered, Sam. It might cost you far, far more than just the stress of a cherished dogmatic belief evaporating from exposure to actual facts.

One habit of thought I especially tried to hone while in the back brace in 2007 spending about 2000 total hours in some of the top libraries in the USA I alluded to above with trying to have a gale force 10 of skepticism blowing at each source, what remained standing, so to speak, was the closest thing I could find to an objective fact.  I mentioned above doing this with early English language Bibles from the Newberry Library's vault, but with that exercise I was fairly aware of the two major competing agendas (pro-Vatican v pro-Anglican/Monarchy) and am adamantly and vehemently opposed to both agendas.  However, I spent many a summer evening on the 4th Floor of the East Tower of the Herman B Wells Library in Bloomington, Indiana (was just called the Main Library when I was in school with the 7 floors of library in the East Tower being also called the Graduate Stacks, while the 5 story West Tower was the Undergraduate Stacks - the first four floors in the East Tower having separate collections, and offices, than the Graduate Stacks above them) where I would take a cart to the encyclopedia aisle and pick up every volume through the years (from 1860's English Cyclopedia through the most current Britannica) that would contain the entry I was wanting to study.  (There's a reason the 9th Edition of the Britannica has been called the "Scholar's Edition" because the next edition that was printed - after being bought and moved to Chicago by the Rockefeller's - began to eliminate paragraphs, and sometimes pages of what they had published in the previous "Scholar's Edition".)  Again, I scrutinized each source as best I could to discern the agenda behind the spin that was published to see the "real" truth about any fact or topic I researched, and the Encyclopedia Britannica was not the only source that I witnessed editing out information after both World Wars of last century.

The #1 form of mind control is information control because if you can control what information one has to make make a decision, you can predict, and profit from each decision made knowing what the one being profited from doesn't know.

In particular, what first began with taking Mr Bushby's books to libraries to try and verify his scholarship through his own sources cited evolved into using said world-class libraries to try and question both the "official stories" and the "conspiracy theories" to try and ascertain which have a statistical plausibility and to discredit ideas that had little chance of being possible over the past few centuries.  There are things that I might have thought possible before 2007 that I no longer think plausible, and I mean both official histories and conspiracy theories.  There were multiple times that I would encounter a fact on paper and it would cause me to leave the library and contemplate what it really meant, or if it had any meaning, and I have no doubt that my brain was consuming oxygen and burning calories like a marathon runner for that hour of deep concentration and contemplation about what meaning, if any, some strange fact might have.  

For example, I totally know that coincidence exists: not everything happens for a reason or has a hidden meaning - or at least I convinced myself that to not go too far off the deep end about just how intelligent the enemy of mankind is because I doubt I would have retained any sanity had I completely embraced a few things as being anything but an incredibly interesting coincidence.  A perfect example was looking up the name Bushby in the pre-WW1 Jewish Encyclopedia to see if that last name might have an entry.  When I found the proper page in the right volume, I read a short paragraph and had to go outside and walk around a beautiful campus for about an hour in summer trying to make sure I wasn't succumbing to confirmation biases with trying to make a connection.


Genealogy was not among my interests that summer as I blew dust off old volumes, daily.  I have always hoped someday to find someone who enjoys researching genealogy so I can discover if the father and son Presidents whose last name is Bush descend from the same "well-known" Jewish merchant family from Philadelphia.  I hope that there isn't a connection between both Bush families because this one paragraph about a Revolutionary War casualty ties in Jews with a Bush family and September 11th.  This one paragraph convinced me that coincidence is completely a part of the human experience, but it took about an hour of walking around thinking if it was a rational deduction or confirmation bias if I perceived anything but an interesting coincidence in this single paragraph published a century before I found it; so was it a motive for there to be another Jewish connection to 9/11 via another member of a Bush clan?  Until someone searches the descendants from that Philadelphia family of Jews named Bush to answer it either way, I'll assume that that paragraph about Lewis Bush to be a very interesting coincidence of history.  I don't know how sane I would be today if I couldn't reach the conclusion of coincidental 11 years ago about that paragraph.
If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything.
And I most definitely mean questioning your own conscious and subconscious biases and beliefs that can dictate your interpretation of data in a predictable way if left unquestioned!  I figured the physical act of walking while deeply thinking versus sitting and thinking deeply was to actively engage both hemispheres evenly with physical movement to engage the whole, active brain into the thought pattern and thinking process.  This is my explanation as to why physical activity can be the ideal trigger to finding a solution that has one stumped; I have heard and read of many a story of, say a physicist, who leaves their desk for a walk, or bike ride, or any other physical activity that requires both hemispheres to be active equally for physical coordination, and before long the solution to what has had them stumped becomes apparent, and it just seems to be a physical reaction of increased blood/oxygen to both hemispheres engaged in moving the body that can allow solutions to be revealed that would likely never arise if still sitting at their desk and thinking about the same problem.  Hell, some of the best lyrics I have ever created were just singing songs to myself while walking or riding a bicycle: never had anything to record them and could never recall even what the song was about by the time I reached a destination - I was just living in the moment singing to myself whatever was in my head and on my mind at the time and some of them were pretty good songs I wished I could have written down and found the music I was hearing for them!

If I were to apply these "rules for ronin" to the grandest heresy of all conspiracy theories today, I would have to accept that "conspiratorial" interpretation of the data that Sam refuses to even open-mindedly investigate on his conspiracy podcast.  Although Sam doesn't want to affiliate with any group, he most definitely affiliates with the conditioned and indoctrinated masses into believing the Holocaust narrative that absolutely refuse to question that narrative (because of the depth of conditioning in regular people, let alone men like Sam Tripoli that are "practically married" - a direct quote from one episode - to a Jewess girlfriend).  I don't affiliate with any groups of people who have had the intellectual honesty to seriously question this aspect of fairly recent history, but in my efforts to question both official history and conspiracy theories in world-class libraries to determine which narrative has more objective evidence to defend the narrative, I most definitely had to utilize sources published long before 1939 to try and ascertain which narrative is closer to a fictional interpretation of the objective facts, and which is closer to being the factual history - based upon objectively interpreting the data (and most definitely scrutinizing myself for any biases interfering with being objective).

So, although one may have every intent of never affiliating with any "group" that doesn't mean that others won't try to label said person into groups the masses have been conditioned and indoctrinated to essentially begin drooling and salivating at hearing the bells and whistles of the syllables constituting the words used to label and force an affiliation, that may or may not actually exist, into the minds of the conditioned and indoctrinated masses.  I suppose the Holocaust may be one of the few beliefs that only has an Aristotelian either/or logic: you either are unquestioning of the dogma, or you could be slandered as a Holocaust Denier for daring to question anything about the myth we've been, quite literally, psychologically conditioned (both classical and Skinner behavior modification conditioning) to salivate, drool and bark out Pavlovian reactions like "anti-Semite!" and "Holocaust Denier!"  I suppose the very topic of the Holocaust might be the reason Sam has rule #1 to convince his girlfriend/wife that he'll never become a "Holocaust Denier" because he thinks that's an organized group with which he could "affiliate" instead of an educated position of the highest levels of scholastic scrutiny and skepticism.

If I were to live up the second rule of never defending anyone I don't personally know, then I must carte blanche reject every "survivor's" story because I don't personally know any of them, let alone enough of them to determine firsthand their characters individually and as a collective/culture.  I don't know if Sam's girlfriend's/wife's family has anyone claiming to be a survivor that Sam would personally defend, but of the Jews I have known/met in my life, I would only consider an extreme minority to be honest and worthy of defending.  I sure didn't feel that way about that tribe when I spent a winter waiting tables in Boca Raton, FL, and that only confirmed just how in-group conditioned (mind-controlled) that tribe can act as I witnessed as an undergraduate when one of the 3 Jewish fraternities stole the Accounting 1 final and, being true to their stereotype, sold the final to the other 2 Jewish fraternities and all the Jewish men in those three Jewish fraternities cheated on the Accounting 1 final (and if any were expelled for cheating it never made the school paper and I still saw Jews wearing letters of all 3 Jewish fraternities in my classes for another 3 years so I suspect the university couldn't refuse the out-of-state tuition they charged most of them).  I have met a few Jews that have been honest, honorable and trustworthy, but that's an extreme minority of the Jews I have met in my lifetime (and seems to only happen when there's only one or two Jews versus enough they can have a culture and not assimilate with their perceived out group).  I strive to never prejudge someone I meet, but of all the stereotypes in the world, the one I want to interact the least with is the stereotypical Jew.  The further from Jewish stereotypes a Jew or Jewess acts when I meet them, the more likely I will get along with them.  The more they are atheistic and seek to assimilate the more likely I will categorize them as being worthy of defending as a person I know.  Ben Shapiro seems to exemplify the type of stereotypical Jew I wouldn't like after about 5 minutes (if not 5 seconds if he was wearing his yarmulke and screeching that Jewish whiny "accent" at full speed like an untrustworthy shyster lawyer he appears to be - every thumbnail I've seen of him on YouTube he just looks soullessly empty and evil in his eyes to me and if his mouth is open I think of a spitting cobra about to spit).

My ideal way to "swallow" any Holocaust survivor's story is as though I had a lead role in a courtroom drama defending at Nuremberg and where I only use the courtroom objections of "Hearsay!" "Leading Question!" and "Speculation!" as though the person telling the story is on the stand and under oath and my job is to make sure everything they say meets the standards of courtroom testimony accepted in the United States where forensic evidence has exonerated so many people to date who were wrongly convicted because of flawed and biased "eyewitness testimony" - if any story would have left forensic evidence AND the story is speculative and/or based on hearsay, it should never be accepted as credible testimony taking precedence over the hard forensic evidence, or lack thereof.  I absolutely assure anyone that if you go through Spielberg's "IWitness" archives as though you were the defense attorney looking to object to the testimony/line of questioning whenever you observe the witness using hearsay or speculating (or if you happen to hear a leading question to object to the question instead of the quality of the answer) that you will begin the journey into the ultimate heresy today: "Holocaust Denial".  To anyone who is appalled that I would ever think of using courtroom objections to nullify survivor's stories of genocide, please try listening to a few hundred stories of survivors as Spielberg recorded at the "IWitness" link using these, primarily, two courtroom objections (speculation and hearsay).  If you limit every story to what they actually saw or did, and not accept the hearsay of the camp gossip of genocide or the speculating of what was actually happening out of eyesight (like all the claims that Jewish bodies produced a different color smoke from the crematoria fails to withstand either the Objection: Speculation! and Objection: Hearsay! scrutiny), then the claims of the NSDAP that the camp system was for slave labor for the war effort become the reality you must accept as being most likely the facts of history.

I did not come to these conclusions about this ultimate modern heresy quickly or easily.  Quite the contrary, I expected to find ample evidence antedating the rise of the NSDAP in 1932/3 that would clearly defend the narrative I had been conditioned and indoctrinated since birth to believe without question.  I have used the metaphor more than once that we develop mental "ruts" that can eventually become as deep as an old wagon wheel rut like on the Oregon Trail that was as deep as the axle.  Think about how much energy would be required to free a Conestoga Wagon from the trail ruts that are as deep as the axle.  To free a mind from a deep mental rut requires a congruent amount of energy or shocks to the system as the wagon wheel in a rut up to its axle would require.  I probably left the library to go think critically about these topics about a dozen times for about an hour each: I don't know if I had any other topic that had as many shocks to my system of enough energy to free my mind from the conditioned and indoctrinated mental rut from birth!

If you, dear reader, recall the original Battlestar Galactica show from 1978, I tried to act as an alien anthropologist let loose in the library/archive of the civilization that had long disappeared but where robots/androids existed that had shown Starbuck to the archive/library in that episode of my youth.  I tried to look at everything with an eye to knowing what I know about how the brain, mind and psyche work as well as basic sociology (Social Change was one of my favorite classes that helped change my worldview and I wouldn't have taken it if it we're an 8 week class instead of 16 weeks) as though I was putting the pieces of the puzzle of what happened on this planet by studying a great library.  And by scrutinizing it with what I know about psychology and sociology (as well as knowing the victors write the history), that means when I came across a section of the library that has 10,000 volumes all agreeing on verbal stories but 50 books that are scrutinizing the science proposed and explained in those verbal stories combined with my application of mathematical gnosis and know-how, and the objective sciences and mathematics tell a radically different story than the vast majority of books on the subject/topic based upon oral testimony (let alone reading those testimonies with the same courtroom objections of speculation and hearsay and verifying sources cited contained in the same library/archive), it becomes obvious after several hundred hours researching this topic alone, that those 10,000 books were using simple psychological tricks utilizing highly charged emotional states and repetition, ad nauseam, ad infinitum to overcome the rational, sane and intelligent objections to the stories raised by the sciences and mathematics known to the alien archaeologist and anthropologist.

So, my only affiliation is to my own mind's capabilities and capacities and auditing great libraries to find the few grains of honest wheat amongst tons and tons of chaff; maybe a better analogy would be finding the needle in each train car/river barge filled with hay on a train/rivers stretching across North America.  I may find others most willing to label me as though I have affiliated with any groups associated with any of the positions I deduced during, or after 2007 when I spent more time than everyone I know combined has ever spent in libraries without being active students, let alone the reading rooms of rare book libraries I invested week-upon-week of time, but that doesn't mean that I've personally affiliated with any group.  I think the perfect example of someone who still gets asked if he's still affiliated with the KKK as a middle-aged man when his actual biography only had him associating with the KKK for about a year or two as a young man who then disassociated himself from this affiliation he briefly had as a young man: David Duke.  He wasn't a clan member when he ran for President in 1992, but Trump essentially repackaged much of Duke's 1992 platform to get elected; but to Trump it seems empty rhetoric to get elected whereas Duke appears as though he would have tried to stop NAFTA and secure the borders in 1993 if elected.  Although even by 1992 it may have been almost 10-20 years since David Duke had affiliated with the KKK, the media, just like it still does today, introduces him with mentioning an affiliation he had as a young man but hadn't had in many years.  Isn't this like always referring to a gay man by mentioning the first girlfriend/love he had growing up that he obviously wouldn't sexually affiliate with today, long after realizing he was gay?  Or always introducing a woman who eventually settled on being a lesbian after many years of being bi-sexual with, "And formerly a deep-throating cock-sucker, Bull Dyke.  Welcome Ms Dyke.  Do you still suck dick?" - when she obviously doesn't "affiliate" with penises anymore!

Maybe Sam Tripoli is frightened of being labeled "anti-Semite" or "Holocaust Denier" and is trying to justify his fear by thinking if he even were to ever seriously question Zionism, the Protocols of the Elders of S/Zion, Judaism (especially the Nag Hammadi revelations about the nature and name of the "god" of Abraham and the Archons) to where anyone could label him as belonging to a group he didn't actually affiliate just through the pursuit of knowledge?  Maybe he fears being labeled certain words that even if he doesn't personally "affiliate" with the types of groups normally associated with the labeling, just being labeled those terms might ruin his career and his romantic relationship?  Can a real truth seeker fear what others (especially with agendas to obfuscate what's being said) attempt to label them?  Did Ted Kaczynski affiliate with the Luddites because both reject advances in technology?  How could he affiliate with a group from history?  Sure, the label of Luddite might have been appropriate (and how correct he was about how technology would negatively impact human social interaction!) to attach to him because of shared beliefs, but it wouldn't be rational to try and say he was affiliated with a group of people no longer existing (although the Bavarian Illuminati has many people claiming to be affiliated, or being accused by others with affiliation and I'm not so sure Adam Weishaupt's Illuminati still exists today); even if the label might have some accuracy, it still doesn't mean any affiliation on his part, much like the David Duke example also demonstrates.

Again, I haven't "affiliated" with any group, even if there are far too many willing to label me and try to associate me via said labeling with groups I have no affiliation, nor desire any affiliation.  I also cannot defend anyone I personally don't know - and that definitely includes every Holocaust Survivor(^TM).  I cannot defend their stories where it is easy to recognize they are trying to admit into evidence something that even the worst public defender should be able to object to as either hearsay or speculation, but I have no qualms with accepting the stories of firsthand actions because those seem to confirm the NSDAP claim that these camps were primarily for work essential to the war effort, as well as Auschwitz-Birkenau being an example of a(n?) hospital camp for those unable to work (which also explains the higher mortality rates there than at the main camp a few miles away that I visited almost 23 years ago).  The hair, shoes, luggage and clothing in the Auschwitz "museum" only confirms that lice was the most lethal enemy inside the camp system and cannot be construed as evidence of genocide (and I saw it firsthand in December 1995), but only as evidence of trying to keep the prisoners healthy (and since both Communists and the International Jewish Community had declared themselves to being outright traitors at war with the NSDAP, both groups were incarcerated and forced to do honest labor for the war effort - something not part of the stereotype of Jews: doing honest labor - talk about a motive to slander those who forced you to earn callouses from physical/honest labor once that party and nation of honest workers was utterly destroyed so the carpetbagging parasites can personally profit from dishonest laborings).  I also remained agnostic about the actions of all sides, pre-, post- and during the war as part and parcel to trying to ascertain historically verifiable facts from victor's wartime propaganda efforts because I wasn't even alive to possibly have any input or have acted for any side during the war (that I know of at least, maybe I had a previous incarnation that died in WW2 that I've never recalled?).  Having refused to even truly believe any actions took place that cannot be defended unless today's forensic sciences and mathematics can prove it with almost statistical certainty, the actions from WW2 that I think I can defend are those of the NSDAP and how they actually did everything they could to keep all the domestic enemies of state healthy and working for the war effort in the concentration camp system.  The vanquished were the morally and ethically superior state that only wanted to be freed of a parasitic class that made up about 1% of the total populace that had made the average/typical German endure not only economic losses but also the loss of life and limbs from WW1.  Not only was the NSDAP about honest work and merit over tribalism and cronyism, but German culture had produced the greatest achievements and accomplishments the world had known (philosophers, artists, scientists, architects... the definitions of "greatness" in all positive aspects of human culture and civilization had their pinnacles by German speaking peoples for a few hundred years, and no one today would ever consider "the Jews" as being so smart today if they didn't influence the negative thoughts, feelings and reactions to the pinnacle of European culture: the Germanic tribes).  Spinoza is about the only Jewish philosopher worthy of mentioning, but he pales in comparison to Nietzsche and Hegel - to only name two for brevity's sake, this is already long enough.

Some of the reasons why I cannot stomach the Allies' claims anymore are specifically because of actions taken that I cannot morally or tactically/strategically defend, let alone cannot defend because I had no say or role in committing the actions on Dresden and all the civilian firebombing of NSDAP cities, the war crimes of Nagasaki and Hiroshima, Eisenhower's Death Camps where over a million Germans who were drafted by their government to fight for survival starved to death in vastly inferior conditions to what the sickest of Jews had in a concentration camp (let alone the camp currency used as payment for war labors performed for commissary and brothels in the SS ran camps), and the kangaroo court, dominated by Jews, that used testimony from tortured victims of the vanquished side to pour concrete around the house of cards we call the Holocaust to keep that house of cards from toppling over at the slightest touch or breeze of scholarly skepticism that any real historian should apply as a force to see what can withstand the scrutiny that a house of cards built on lies/flawed assumptions could never withstand.

So, as you can see, if Sam Tripoli would really apply his own Rules of Ronin to a topic his girlfriend may have already threatened to bite his dick off if he ever discusses on his Tin Foil Hat Podcast (as well as knowing he might never be able to book another comedy gig - at least in clubs owned by Jews/Zionists - for even broaching the topic), he shouldn't be so willing to Pavlovianly bark out his unquestioned (and apparently unquestionable), indoctrinated and conditioned belief in the Holocaust narrative.  Is there a better way to use positive and negative reinforcement/Skinnerian conditioning than for a Jewess refusing her goyfriend any sex if he dares question the Holocaust/Zionism?  If she gives him head for every time he shuts down any possibility of discussion with his curt statements to end discussion like  "The Holocaust really happened!" - may be a paraphrasing and not require the quotation marks - then he would have a very conscious bias and motivation to avoid the topic entirely!!!  So, I don't think he's a "Jew shill" as he's been called in the comment section, but I do believe he has a Jewess as another master in addition to his being a slave to a language he demonstrates about an 8th grade vocabulary mastery.  Sure, Sam might try to argue about his girlfriend’s relatives being people he knows and will defend, although all it would take would be a defense attorney attitude to argue speculation and hearsay for all the supposed eyewitness testimony (let alone the torture used on the Nuremberg defendants), and could he defend actions committed or claimed to have been witnessed by someone he might have met/know today about things said and done decades before he was born?  Is there an inherent logical fallacy amongst his rules that can allow for one to know someone who may appear honest about everything they've seen and done while knowing the other one, but still be seriously in error to defend a person you might know about things they claim to have seen almost a century ago?
If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything.
This epitaph seems to simplify Sam Tripoli's Rules for Ronin and, so long as truly followed -especially concerning one's own subconscious biases, beliefs and prejudices being questioned should never result in the conflicts between these rules as I have exposed above.  I hope Sam doesn't take any of this personally if he were to actually read after I warned him off above: if so he should spend more time and read up on how I dissect others to find the few needles of "truth" spread in the haystacks of bullshit most people believe because they've never seriously questioned anything.  Considering I think Ryan is the one with the above average intellect (and not suffering from cocaine-induced brain damage), if I were ever invited to blow Sam's mind on any topic to his podcast, I might have to ask for his microphone to be turned off and Ryan and I have a conversation at least 25-30 IQ points higher than Sam's and he can just listen and not interrupt with his idiotic proclamations like how many times he says "Wow" an episode that seriously cuts into the limited time they have for the podcast.

But, since I warned Sam not to proceed awhile ago out of respect for the unofficial Rule #4 of Never Trying to Inform One of what They Cannot Comprehend, his "white belt" in factual, provable "conspiracies" should have quit when he was warned he wasn't ready to learn the truth about a lie he believes wholeheartedly.  As much as he wishes his proclamation of having no masters were true, I think I have shown that he has a Jewess girlfriend as one master controlling topics he can discuss on his conspiracy podcast, just like his inadequate mastery of the English language dictates he be a slave to the language instead of its master.  But it also appears as though Sam Tripoli as being 100% enslaved to the Holocaust narrative to where he refuses to even allow any possible discussion on the topic; and he wonders why in the comment section he gets called a "Jew shill"?

If you did make it this far, Sam, I dare you to read the final link on this page, after reading that page to realize I'm not trying to pick on or bully you, just trying to bring you up to a level of scholarship and critical thinking that would make you a far better man/intellect (or at least prove like the early days of UFC/MMA that your Ronin skills aren't as superior as you believe them to be in a cage match).

Is Sam Tripoli a Ronin?  Or does he still have masters to whom he must submit?  Since he seems to affiliate as a Dodger's Fan, as well as a sports fanatic in general (violating rule #1), unless he's one of the few spectators who don't let the wins and losses of "his teams" effect, either positively or negatively (really violating rule #3 by allowing the people he doesn't personally know from #2 have any influence over his emotional state via his willful spectating), his endocrine production, attitude and mood, then his own bodily secretions, mood and attitude are controlled by something completely outside his sphere of influence/body: wouldn't that be having a master more in control over your own endocrine production than you are yourself?

I got seduced back into watching IU basketball a few years ago, but had to quickly give it up when I found myself standing and yelling at the TV that I knew more of the fundamentals of the game than the highest paid state employee at the time did.  Although, it is Indiana I am talking about, so every Indiana born and raised state employee should know at least the basic fundamentals of the game of basketball, the highest paid state employee was the, then, IU head basketball coach who was making far more than the governor of the state was, and about twice as much as the university president before bonuses.  I gave back up the only spectator team sport I have ever followed as an adult, and it wasn't the first time I had to quit watching IU basketball because I knew more about the fundamentals of the game than the head coach (obviously I am talking about after Myles Brand came to Bloomington with the backroom deal/conspiracy that if he fired Bob Knight he would be promoted to being head of the NCAA in Indianapolis from being university president in Bloomington).  I may still try and spectate World Surf League contests, but that's mainly because I miss the ocean and want to get back into surf shape again before I turn 50 in 2021 and I am watching others surf to try and trigger my mirror emotions into producing the neuro-chemical cocktail that is "stoke".  But, I can also spend hours on the sand watching waves roll in, even if no one is out riding them, and try to smell the salt and feel the sea breeze while watching live broadcasts from around the world and am only really emotionally involved in surfing, not in any pro surfer.

So, let's finish this excessive essay (have I had many short posts and pages?) with a listing of Sam Triploi's apparent masters and what topics they dictate not only his stance upon, but whether or not he'll even accept talking about why anyone would possibly deny something he apparently has never personally questioned with any serious intent.

1.  He definitely hasn't mastered the English language (he'd probably do better reading a dictionary for the next year than reading/watching any conspiracy theories online)
If you don't master your language you will always have a master.  

2.  His Jewish Girlfriend/"Practically married" wife seems to have control over his thoughts and whether or not he even discusses certain topics: i.e. the Gnostic/Nag Hammadi description and definition of the true nature and name of the "god" of Abraham, Zionism (more than just in passing like his Pavlovian barking that the Holocaust cannot be questioned), any questioning of the disproportionate influence of an extreme minority upon the majority (or even have Mel Gibson on to discuss the roles and actions taken by the Jews in Hollyweird, or even Joel Stein to brag about Jewish control of Hollyweird), and the one that might end up breaking his heart with him losing the Jewess he apparently loves if he ever truly exercises his own rules for ronin towards ALL the data to discern objective, and credible data from the propaganda, biases, speculations and hearsay.  [I wonder if he were "practically married" to one of the black strippers he says he loves more frequently, again from the limited shows I have seen completely, than the Jewish girlfriend that apparently controls to what extent he can apply his own Rules for Ronin.  (Not only does he affiliate with being a "couple" it seem obvious she is the master dominating at least a few areas of thought, and he breaks all his rules by affiliating with his girlfriend.)]

Belief is the antithesis of knowledge.

3.  He likely doesn't have mastery over his own endocrine system because of his addiction to sports (one of the greatest tools used by the plutocracy to dominate over those willing to give their emotional and mental energies, time and money to any team in any sport to spectate) - this may be the primary master that insures the discussion of the Nag Hammadi's archons and Demiurge never get brought up because if Sam were to discover how the Archons' food supply would be best exemplified as the conscious energy invested into any sporting event being spectated (or any other false, fictitious and/or unnecessary belief system), he would likely enter cognitive dissonance to keep watching sports over taking that energy to free himself from a mental rut that might possibly act as food for parasites feeding off of human consciousness.
If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything.
And, for one last time, if you think I am unfairly picking on you, Sam Tripoli, I implore you to read this page, then this page, most definitely reading the final link at the very bottom of the second page linked in this sentence, and then start browsing through my posts, especially on the ones concerning the Armageddon Conspiracy and you should discover that if we were to go head-to-head about the spectrum of occult and conspiracy topics, you would do as well as these "masters" of their "arts" in real combat:

I wish you could truly become a real Ronin, Sam, but you have at least 3 masters to whom you still have an undying allegiance which inhibit you from truly being a Ronin.

Monday, May 21, 2018

"Fake News"

I admit to being cynical, but in my opinion the very topics discussed on the nightly news, especially the network news format has epitomized "fake news" for about as long as there's been television "news".

Sure, the lead stories might be about actual events happening that define the day, and I wish I could get a job as a weatherman with always answering the same "Tomorrow: 100% chance of weather! Back to you..."  If I were ever to be wrong, no one would be left to complain that the atmosphere has evacuated the planet!

However, the falsest of concepts occupy half of the nightly news: sports and finance.

Wall Street exists to surreptitiously and covertly transfer wealth upwards to the families born into dynastic wealth and controlling stocks in every publicly traded corporation.  These dynamic families have seduced those not born into dynastic wealth that they can become dynastic families if they "play the market".  But, what proved to happen in 1929, and has repeated by the bust cycle multiple times in the past 91 years, has been a transferring of wealth from those seduced into playing the markets to the plutocracy and the system of cronyism the plutocracy has created.

Therefore, if we really want to eliminate "fake news" the data about the NYSE and NASDAQ needs to become footnotes to the day instead of taking time away from further explorations of the stories defining the day to history (i.e. maybe, just maybe "we" could have gotten to the bottom if "Iran Contra" had the network news spent the time used for finance and sports to further discussing the complexities of "Iran Contra" (let alone how Iran Contra's "conspirators" seemed to also be involved in many of the other scandals of the 1980s and 90s).

"Wall Street is out to fuck every one over to make a profit" should be the single sentence dedicated to "the markets/finance" every night if we really seek to eradicate the continued dissemination of "fake news".  How long would it take to break the "spell" cast over the decades to seduce mankind back into "the markets" after 1929?  I imagine most are so conditioned into believing that "the markets/Wall Street" as being somehow the definition of "honest labor" that it would likely take three generations of hearing every night on the news the truth about "the markets" before enough people would quit entering those casinos to lose their hard-earned money and transferring what little wealth they had earned to those who, by and large, inherited their wealth, status and influence on Wall Street?

I say these things about the world of high finance not as a Marxist, but as a cynic who asked the type of questions that couldn't be answered by the instructors (and brought me looks to kill from my classmates) in a globally-respected corporate indoctrination camp... I mean top-ranked business school.  Even worse than the subterfuge of Marxist dogmatists remains the usurpation of commanding one's language that has allowed "capitalism" to become equated with "moneyed capital" instead of new ideas.  The etymology of "capital" originates in the root for "of the head" and not "of the money".

One can never "Make America Great Again" so long as they support the idea that the capitalist system - as currently defined by Wall Street - is actually capitalism (and one inheriting a slum lordship and divesting into casinos can never MAGA because he is the very swamp he decried).  Capitalism - as understood by its etymology - is about the competing marketplace of ideas (things originating in one's head), where the best ideas would be implemented (or at least allowed to compete freely) and bad ideas go extinct.

Since this seems the very antithesis to how the nightly news reports about "the economy" with solely discussing stock prices and indices change, how can any wise person not recognize the evening news discussion of Wall Street/finance being the epitome of the fakest of news?  Considering that this segment of the news really discusses "fictional persons" called corporations, it's essentially telling you how the fake persons did that day, and how could that be anything but "fake news"?

And I won't even bother with discussing the distraction du jour of professional sports as being another aspect intending of seducing the masses into a Casino Culture (as well as Celebrity Worship) just like Wall Street, but with far more tribal emotions (in group/home team v out group/visiting team and true idolizing others for irrelevant traits) than one feels for the stocks and bonds one might have purchased or inherited, or how many otherwise seemingly intelligent people can behave so stupidly because they've wasted the majority of their memory skills on sports trivia (Bob Costas might be the greatest waste of human intellectual potential since his memory seems to have, like an Asperger's obsession, only focused on sports facts from one who doesn't appear to have ever played any sport requiring any true athletic ability).

Sure, I might watch the World Surf League contests around the world, but I would prefer to go surfing, instead of watching others do it.  But, I have never really been a "good spectator" because I would rather be active doing something than watching others do something.  Although I loved playing (American style) football, I have no interest in spectating it.  I usually reserve my football spectating to Super Bowl Parties as a social event, but when I focus on the game, I focus on the number 2 (and a patterned order to 0's and 1's, but would really prefer the 2 to appear in the string of random 0's and 1's), since that would be the surest sign that consciousness can effect a Random Number Generator like used at Princeton's The Global Consciousness Project.  If I don't go to a Super Bowl Party there's a better chance than not that I won't even watch any of it.

So, I agree that the phenomena of "fake news" has been a longstanding problem facing citizens in the United States, but that's because I define "fake news" as the finance and sports sections of the news as being among the fakest of news stories having any real bearing on how historians will scrutinize our history and culture when we go the way of the Dodo and the Confederate State of America.  Sports and Finance have become the institutional "bread and circuses" to the modern Roman Empire... so long as the masses keep believing in these categories of "news", the longer the stranglehold of the plutocracy remains unchecked.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Where it stands

Here's my email to Google Domains:
I have been driven to tears from the stress of trying to make sure I have renewed my domain name (www.theevolvingdoor.com) before it expires.  The only thing I feel I accomplished was updating a card at Google Payments Center, but I didn't see anywhere to make sure that that card would have the renewal credited to it.
I have been given the runaround from enom.com on the telephone that told me to contact Google Domains because they were the "subcontractor" (not the word used, but essentially the same thing I can't remember what word they used to define that Google Domains as being the one to whom I owed my annual fee).
Then, I got the runaround from someone at Google Domains on the telephone, who tried to tell me I had to go through enom.com, until I started yelling that I had just gotten off the phone with someone there who had told me to call Google Domains.  So, then, I was told to contact G Suite, but I was treated so rudely there that I ended up in tears not caring if I lose my domain name.
I don't know what to do and I had three assholes at three different places (Google Domains, G Suite and enom.com) be completely unhelpful, like they got off on giving callers the runaround and being completely ineffective in their supposed attempt to assist a caller.
Will my domain renewal be taken out of the card at Google Payments Center?  If not, why do you make it an endless maze to find how to make a simple payment?  Is this the true "Revenge of the Nerds" against the world that had enough a personality they didn't grow up playing computer geek alone inside all summer long?
So, we'll see, but at this point it's not worth shedding any more tears from stress at something so puny as a $12 annual renewal fee.

Come on huge solar flare!!!  Send an EMP that makes the Amish be the only survivors from the current United States!!!

That's where I am finding myself again tonight, hating technology for being pretty much a big lie because it sure hasn't given my life much a quality this past weekend trying to renew this domain.  If anything, the stress caused from it almost took about 20-30 years off my life because I was almost ready to throw in the towel because I hate technology that much and struggle to find optimism for our future unless we begin to seriously scrutinize technology.

If I would have procreated, I would have raised my children in the "third world" so they wouldn't know the soul-stealing empty materialism of the USA, nor the entire "keeping up with the Jones's" toxicity.  I say this because I have yet to see a child inside the USA smile like a child in the third world and would have wanted to raise happy children, not children obsessed with gadgets that seem to have been made to cause an addictive dopamine rush.

"Never forget that a human being with technology is exactly like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine"

- Ted Kaczynski

I think a more apt metaphor today would be comparing the generation stuck to their smart phones as being like the chimpanzee with the AK-47 (even if it's a faked video the point should be obvious).

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Possible removal

If I can't figure out how to renew the subscription for this domain name by the 17th I anticipate this blog will cease.

I didn't set up my blog/domain registration and don't know if I will be able to figure it out in time before it expires because the more stressful it gets trying to find out how to pay $10 fucking dollars for another year the more likely I will let it expire so I don't have to deal with a stress that shouldn't even exist - it should be fucking easy to find/click on a link to pay for my domain name, but so far I am ready to put a little C4 in the disk drive and blow my computer to hell!

"User Friendly" software has always been among the most fake of news because I should have been able to figure out how to pay for this renewal in less than 5 minutes instead of starting to cry tears of rage at feeling incompetent because I have yet to encounter a truly user friendly computer program!

Blogger isn't too bad - UNTIL you have to renew your name and then good fucking luck remembering what you've done once or twice before.

Come on massive solar flare send and EMP that will make us all jealous of the Amish!

(I fucking hate technology because it doesn't seemed designed to advance our evolution because most of new technological advances were to either rip off customers , a la planned obsolescence, or to kill people, a la Military Industrial Complex R&D!)

Friday, April 13, 2018

More memories

But this time, let me recall the life I was living 10 years ago in another one of the few places I have felt truly at home: the motorhome I purchased with what remained of an insurance settlement for having received 5 fractures to my spine.  When I was finally able to get on the road it was winter of 2008 (late January-ish?) and I went south, all the way down to Key West.  I think that trip was almost 2 months, then I returned inside the Event Horizon to attend a wedding of cousin (once removed to be precise).  During that trip south I began perfecting what I hinted to before: trusting my intuition to being my navigator.  An example of using my intuition in Florida should suffice to where and what this post will be about.

I had spent some time in the Crystal River area because swimming with the manatees is one of my favorite activities I have ever done.
Across the river from the park where I was launching my inflatable kayak to go swim with the manatees was the Crystal River Archaeological State Park, and I had driven by the sign to turn to go to there multiple times, knowing that I had every intention of going there before leaving Florida that winter some time ... whenever my intuition told me that the time was right to go.

When I finally felt that intuitive voice calling me to go to that archaeological state park, I pulled in about 4 PM.  When I went to honesty box to pay my admission, there were no envelopes and a sign about not needing to pay that day.  When I enquired inside about the admission I was informed that admission that day was free because it was the monthly full moon presentation which included rangers and archaeologists to present the best the experts understand about the people and culture that lived there.  So, I went out and explored the site for a few minutes before sunset, then went to lie down in the motorhome until the program was supposed to start around 8.  I do not know if they still have those programs, but it used to be the Friday after the full moon.  I still have the coozie I won as a door prize that night.  Anyway, I suppose I could have been inquisitive enough to have discovered online about the full moon program (if it was listed online), but I knew I could trust whatever and where ever that intuitive voice originated to tell me when it would be optimal to go to that park.

I had gotten the best road atlas I have ever seen for that motorhome; it was for RVs and included information about every national park, every state park and had listings for many of the private campgrounds throughout the United States.  However, what made it such a great atlas was it had red squares listing points of interest.  The wedding was in mid-March and I rested a few weeks before getting back on the road, with the eventual destination being Dana Point/San Clemente area of South Orange County, with the only plans along the way to meet my parents in Utah and spend my birthday week going to the national parks of the canyon lands (Bryce, Zion and Grand Canyons).  When I escaped the Black Hole for the rest of 2008 in late March/early April, one of the first parts of that journey I hope to someday make elsewhere in the world.

Maybe someday I can make the pilgrimage from Cairo to Memphis where the Nile connects the two cities (and hopefully on top the Nile the entire trip), but I did my best to drive from Cairo, Illinois (where the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers converge) to Memphis, Tennessee with the Mississippi in view as much as possible [with the side trip to New Madrid because I remember an earthquake on the fault line bearing its name in 1987 (I was visiting my father in the hospital because he had just had a goiter removed about two days before the quake and I was almost asleep with my feet propped on his bed when I felt movement and first thought it might have been Dad having convulsions until I saw the TVs swinging from their mounts on the wall)].  This was one of the few drives I planned to drive between the Black Hole and Southern California.  I ended this intended part of the drive turning around at the Pyramid in Memphis, then headed towards Hot Springs, Arkansas.

Among the things I did in Hot Springs was make a man's day.  Walking the trail from the "downtown" strip in Hot Springs back to the campground, I started talking to a tall man.  I never bothered to ask what it was that he's been convicted of, but he was from Germany and was, according to him, literally living in a cave while finishing up his parole so he could leave the country and go back to Germany.  I ended up giving him some brick weed from Mexico I had as well as couple of grams of dried mushrooms so he could have some form of entertainment in that cave.

All things are relative, and that includes people's heights.  I suppose I have always been tall enough (and muscular if I'm not wearing a belly) to intimidate some people on the sidewalk when I try to make eye contact and say hello (and this was years before cell phones) which I have rationalized as a generation growing up being conditioned to not talk to strangers.  Years ago I found the only people in downtown Indianapolis that I could pass on the sidewalk and get them to say hello back seemed to be the non-whites.  My fellow crackers sometimes would literally pick up their pace like my trying to share my happiness with just saying "Hi" while passing on the sidewalk was a literal threat to their person, but those with more pigmentation than I have (even when my hair is bleached blonde from the sun) didn't seem to have the same terror of being addressed on the sidewalk by a stranger with a smile and simple greeting in passing.  However, my six foot frame felt tiny when this man bent down to give me a hug for sharing some of nature's sanity with him that I could spare (I thought about the short girls I had kissed because I felt petite when he gave me a hug!)

I wanted to drive through Mena, but was warned that my long hair and beard would likely be reason to end up locked up in Mena because those locals said that nothing had really changed in Mena, so I decided to not risk it.  As I crossed into Oklahoma, I wasn't intending on stopping, but just passing through.  I was on my way to get a steak
in Amarillo.  I ended up sleeping on my sofa in the motorhome that night at The Big Texan (out back among the semis) because I was too lazy to fire up the generator to reset my Sleep Number bed at 45 and the elevation had changed enough since I had adjusted it in Hot Springs that the bed was far too hard for my bad back to sleep upon, so I took the easy way and just slept on the fold down sofa that was pretty comfortable, too.  The next day was another segment of the drive west that I had intended on taking.

I left Amarillo and drove southwest.  I was driving to go to the UFO Museum in Roswell, New Mexico, but I was planning on making a stop before Roswell at something around Clovis.  I am glad I made my drive 10 years ago, because I wouldn't have seen the museum today that I visited in 2008.  I can't even find a photo of the old museum to upload because they must not be public photos, and in 2017 the Blackwater Draw Museum moved from the side of US 70 in the middle of nowhere to the campus of Eastern New Mexico University's campus.  At least it seems to have more public friendly hours today because in late March/early April 2008, when the museum was located along US 70, the man working (who was a few weeks away from graduating with a Master's Degree in archaeology) told me that it was only open on Saturday's, and only open until 12 noon.  Obviously, it was a Saturday, and not something I would have been able to really plan on visiting from the time I had achieved escape velocity, and I had about an hour because it was right around 11 AM when I arrived.

I had a great conversation with the young man about a month away from graduation.  I had someone to talk to about some of the archaeologists that remain heretical today, such as Arthur Posnansky's excavations on the Altiplano, and even retrieved Secrets of the Exodus from my library in the motorhome for him peruse.  As we were discussing archaeology, he admitted to having been on at least one dig where, upon unearthing something from a layer the lead on the dig couldn't explain under the current acceptable paradigm of the lead on the project, this young man had seen things that were too old to be explained be buried so they don't have to be explained!  It was something that had greatly impacted upon him to see the lead on a dig bury something that was too old for their paradigm to accept, let alone explain.

Mind you this was all occurring in the final hour this museum was open on the one day a week it was open, something that I couldn't have planned better.

It was not the first time in that wandering in the motorhome that I had recalled from statistics how to calculate the odds-against-chance of my intuition leading me to an experience that wouldn't have happened if I had been trying to plan my drive across the country with a fixed itinerary.  Leaving to head to my next destination: the UFO Museum in Roswell, I was to again try to calculate odds-against-chance in about another hour.

Of course my timing was perfect to arrive in Roswell because there were two open parking spaces in front of the UFO Museum and my motorhome took up both of them.  Before I had left in the motorhome, one of my friends gave me a Jerry Garcia doll

so that I would always have someone traveling with me.  I used to set him in the corner of the windshield just to the left of the driver's seat so he could get a good view of So Many Roads, especially when we were Going Down the Road Feeling Bad.  Something tells me Jerry would have found it hilarious that the first time across the country I encountered another Jerry doll was outside the UFO Museum in Roswell!  Mine was in his normal position in my windshield, and he was staring at himself on the back of a motorcycle!

I was leaving a message on my friend's voicemail and writing a note to the fellow Heads on the bike
when they came out to leave.  I hopped out of the rig and compliment them on their doll.  "Thanks, our first one burned up in a hot air balloon."  Then I finally got to inform them to look in my windshield, and tell them that I thought Jerry would have found it appropriate that the first time I saw another doll it would be staring back at mine outside the UFO Museum!  (Too bad they were in a hurry I really wanted to hear the hot air balloon story.)

Leaving Roswell to head towards Carlsbad (Carlsbad Caverns was another of the few places I knew I wanted to visit among that wandering) I see a sign for a head shop advertising free glass pipes that day, so of course I had to stop and get a free pipe!  The next day I would again be trying to calculate the odds-against-chance once again on that single trip west, but it was not becoming even more and more probable odds because each day I was beating/creating extraordinary odds by heeding my intuitive voice.

I had such a great time at Carlsbad Caverns the first day that I returned the next day (the admission was good for three days).  Just before I had reached Escape Velocity, I got some jars that were growing mushrooms and until the heat of Vegas killed them in June, I was making a fresh mushroom fruit smoothie (my favorite way other than brewed into beer of consuming freshies!) once a week.  In the first attempt to get on the road in the rig I went underground at Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, again under the influence of psilocybin mushrooms, so I had to repeat for Carlsbad Caverns.  Needless to say by the time I was informed on the tour that no one knows how some of the spectacular geologic formations were made
Twin Domes, Carlsbad Caverns National Park, New Mexico, USA
I was having an idea or two about how they were formed, but that might have just been the mushrooms talking.  Anyways, I was convinced these huge formations, and by huge I mean that these Twin Domes are probably 13-15 meters (45-50 feet) tall and probably about the same for a circumference and they aren't even the largest formation that's Giant Dome and it's about 62 ft/19 m high, were obviously the troll/dwarf sculptures (whichever appellation you prefer applying to those living underground, Tolkien used the dwarves as being the race underground)!  I know my mind's eye was clearly seeing these amazing geologic mysteries having been quite literally carved by a race long forgotten in the crooks and crannies of both time and the depths of the Hollow Earth (I know the world's not flat from personal observations from traveling, but I cannot refute the Hollow Earth hypothesis because I have been in some of those hollow spaces that I cannot deny exist, sure in every cave/cavern I've been in as an adult I have been on mushrooms, but why not?)

As I was coming down, it was time for the Bat Show.  Again, maybe it was the mushrooms communicating to me, but when the ranger admitted that no one knew why the bats fly three circles on their way out of the cavern's mouth I certainly knew that the poor bats thought they were flying in a straight line, but that there were two air currents creating a vortex above the mouth that the few ounces the bats weigh wasn't enough to reach escape velocity immediately, but they were caught in this wind vortex that they couldn't break free until after the third circle out of the cavern's mouth.  I still want/need to return to Carlsbad Caverns in October (instead of April) so that I can witness over a million bats exit at dusk; the first night I was there in April 2008 there were about 100,000 bats leaving to a rising blood red full moon.  Of course the bats saw the blood red full moon rise before I did because I still had land blocking the view until I got back to the parking lot and saw the beauty of another blood red full moon rising (and I was atop a mountain so it likely hadn't risen at the plateau level below me).  I watched the moon completely free itself of the horizon and began my descent to the plateau, with only the ranger being the other person I knew was still atop the hollow mountain.

By the time I had finally gotten back down the switchbacks and made the final turn to leave the canyon where the road was built the full moon had lost its red and was perfectly in between the two canyon walls in the middle of my vision bright and beautiful to cap off another day that I had declared to be the greatest/best day of my life!  As I cleared the canyon walls back to the flat plateau with this beautiful moon in the center of my vision, I made the decision to return the next day since I wouldn't have to pay admission.  Again, I made a smoothie before making the descent.  I knew my evening wasn't going to have the same moon rise time, and I would estimate that about 90% of the bats I had seen the night before had migrated further because if there had been about 100,000 the first night I was there, the second night would have been about 10,000.  Sure, it wasn't as great as the day before, but both days were the best days I could have had on those days.

When I was finally ready to move on from Carlsbad (I did see another sight or two and had to rest a day or two before moving on, I probably spent 4 or 5 days in Carlsbad area), I had been debating which way to go.  I was tempted to go through El Paso, but when it came down to it, that song wasn't a good enough reason to drive that direction.  Again let me emphasize that the first decision I made everyday 10 years ago right now was while getting my wake-n-bake I would listen for that intuitive voice as to whether I was going to look for the most interesting point of interest on my atlas that would be in that day's drive, or whether I was just going to get on the road and listen for when that intuitive voice screamed to go visit a sign that I would see for a point of interest.  I was told to look at my atlas and I ended up choosing to go through the mountains, to the National Solar Observatory, in Sunspot, New Mexico.

I believe it was in a truck stop in either Arkansas or Oklahoma that I saw a cassette of Synchronicity by The Police.  Having worn out a copy or two of the cassette I had from its release in the US in 1983/4 (when I was in my pre-pubescent 12/13 years), I made that impulse purchase in large part because I still consider myself a King of Pain.  So, I had been driving since then adding in one of the few albums from the 1980s that I would listen to today in with silence and live Grateful Dead concerts on cassette, especially loving to sing along with King of Pain since I was just beginning on my life as a sufferer of chronic back pains (and still with money from the settlement to allow me to live for the day).  So, you see dear reader, my choice that morning was which song was going to be more important to me that morning, Bobby singing an old country song, or going to see if there were any spots on the sun that day, just like Sting sings in a song that had come to have far greater meaning to me 25 years after first hearing it.

I finally arrived at the elevation of Sunspot, NM find the NSO, park (get high before going out, of course, in case this wasn't implied) and go exploring.  There are multiple buildings there, including a gift shop, and by the time I had finally gotten to where there were scientists actually observing the sun I see, and state in a singsong way (but not quite singing as Sting) with pleasurable excitement
"Hey!  There's a little black spot on the sun today, it's the..."
before changing my tone from the singsong to an inquisitive one to finish with
"was it there yesterday?"
The scientist responds that the sunspot had just shown up that morning, and that there hadn't been any sunspots for a few months.

Since it was a scientist I was speaking with, maybe I should have had him help me try to calculate the odds against chance that, for the first time in a quite a while, a spot was seen on the sun the day I happened to have my intuition tell me to go to Sunspot, NM to the National Solar Observatory and listen to Synchronicity a few times on the way up the mountains, in particular King of Pain.  However, as I walked away in a state of almost total bewilderment I began thinking of all the days I had given thought to all the factors that would be taken into account in determining the odds-against-chance of me experiencing something that would make me contemplate the calculation of odds-against-chance knowing that I was the 1 out of X, no matter how large X was in an meta-analysis.  In particular, I wondered if I was to add all those previous odds, or whether they were to be multiplied in determining the adds-against-chance that I would arrive at the NSO on the first day in a while that a sunspot appeared.

I answered my own contemplating of adding or multiplying the odds I had estimated before that day (approximately every other day, since I knew the odds-against-chance that I would be basically bedridden from a 4 hour drive, or from a day of playing after the day's resting) with accepting the thought that my intuitive voice told me to go to the NSO the approximate 8 minutes before the sunspot appeared at the NSO monitors (i.e. I was told by said intuition to go to the NSO at the exact moment the sunspot appeared on the sun, about 8 minutes before that spot would be detected by equipment on, or orbiting the Earth).

R A Schwaller de Lubicz discusses the "intelligence of the heart" as being a key to understanding ancient Egyptian culture, yet he doesn't seem to attribute this to the organic pump circulating our blood, but more likely the "gut-feeling" of the Solar Plexus because of the bundling of the nerves.  I had encountered his idea of this intelligence of the heart before that trip, although I wouldn't read his major tome The Temple of Man until I arrived at the coast in either late summer or early fall - and I figured it took about 6 weeks of reading about 60 hours a week to finish it but it was so worth it!

In the decade since, I have accepted the Solar Plexus nerve bundle as being the source of the intuitive voice I have allowed to lead me to so many of the greatest days of my life, but I have also come to accept that the Solar Plexus may be the primary interface between the non-human DNA that constitutes about half the DNA we consider as our physical body: our micro-biomes (I don't distinguish my skin ending before the skin bacteria begins, do you, can you even look at your skin and believe you can demarcate where you end and the bacteria colonies begin?).  Especially since we seem to have so many bacteria colonies in our digestive systems, maybe "they" can communicate to their meat machines, if their meat machines are tuned into their nervous system so finely that they don't, at the brain, disregard and/or overrule the data from the nervous center closest to these symbiotic colonists?

I really don't know of a much better way to describe or define what or where that intuitive voice originates than to make this correlation between ancient Egyptian science, as explained by the Schwaller de Lubicz's (I agree wholeheartedly with Michael Aquino that Isha's two Her-Bak novels would be the ideal foundation for a right-hand path completely dissociated with Judeo-Christian influences) and the modern sciences associated with the human microbiome as being the source of how and why that intuitive voice I have heard for decades (it told me to get a job on a cruise ship on my 25th birthday) seems to know things beyond my brain's interpretations of my senses.  Nor do I really know how I can help anyone else develop the same ability to actually listen to a voice that can so easily be rationalized away by the brain, but I can't imagine the life I would have led if I hadn't learned to heed the advice of this intuitive voice when I can hear it speak to me because that voice has been the paraphernalia to feed my life's greatest addiction: to living in such a fashion as to be declaring so many days as being the best day in my life.
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