and they said Mengele, those Boys from Brazil, and those Japanese in Unit 731, were sadistic . . . we ain’t seen nothin’ yet!!
“A civilization that denies death ends by denying life”
– Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude
They all are human stain. Scum. Fucking unimaginable freakish monsters. AI will wipe your mother’s ass, change your father’s bed pan, plant your carrots and build those houses and fix though leaks and fight forest fires and . . . . Write these fucking blogs?
No fuckiing pushback, because once they get the stage, they get to jerk off into their own nightmares. No existential discussion, no discussion about bad water, bad air, bad toxins, hormone disrupters in everything, bad drugs, bad vaccines, bad science, bad wars, bad billionaires (all of them) and bad millionaires (most of them). These are all in their fucking dirty star chambers — Sunak, billionaire, Musk, billionaire.
And their Eichmann’s, all the AI-VR-MR-AR digital watch makers just stay silent.
“We will have something that is, for the first time smarter than the smartest human,” Musk said at an event at Lancaster House, an official U.K. government residence.
“It’s hard to say exactly what that moment is, but there will come a point where no job is needed,” Musk continued, speaking alongside British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak. “You can have a job if you wanted to have a job for personal satisfaction. But the AI would be able to do everything.”
“I don’t know if that makes people comfortable or uncomfortable,” Musk joked, to which the audience laughed.
“If you wish for a magic genie, that gives you any wish you want, and there’s no limit. You don’t have those three wish limits nonsense, it’s both good and bad. One of the challenges in the future will be how do we find meaning in life.”
No, really, AI being “smart”? This is how these fucking megalomaniacs think. Stupid earthlings, stupid cell phone users (me included) and stupid movie streamers and tele-med lovers and Zoomer school freaks, all of those cars being tracked, all those internet of bodies lovers, all those internet of nano-things lovers, all those drone circle jerk off’s, this is where we are headed.
The War on the Mind — Battleship War.
The first book of its kind, Mind Wars covers the ethical dilemmas and bizarre history of cutting-edge technology and neuroscience developed for military applications. As the author discusses the innovative Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) and the role of the intelligence community and countless university science departments in preparing the military and intelligence services for the twenty-first century, he also charts the future of national security.
Fully updated and revised, this edition features new material on deep brain stimulation, neuro hormones, and enhanced interrogation. With in-depth discussions of “psyops” mind control experiments, drugs that erase both fear and the need to sleep, microchip brain implants and advanced prosthetics, supersoldiers and robot armies, Mind Wars may read like science fiction or the latest conspiracy thriller, but its subjects are very real and changing the course of modern warfare.
You ain’t going to see stars anymore, unless you upload old videos on your fucking computer.
The “occupation of Earth orbits” by large constellations of satellites has received considerable attention in recent years. About 4,500 Starlink and 630 OneWeb satellites are on orbit as of July 2023, but this is only the beginning. Recent filings for radio spectrum with the International Telecommunication Union (ITU) suggest that a dramatic increase in satellite numbers is possible, much more than the tens of thousands often reported. Constellations much larger than SpaceX’s Starlink have been filed, including a 337,320-satellite constellation named Cinnamon-937 that was filed in September 2021. By treating orbital space as an unlimited resource, humanity is creating serious safety and longterm sustainability challenges to the use of low Earth orbit (LEO), including science conducted from space and the ground. The ITU filings are the warning, and also part of the solution. There is urgent need for the ITU and its member states to adopt meaningful controls.
This is normal thinking? This is going to save the Monarch butterfly? This is going to help the Pacific Flyway species? This is going to help Johnny and Jane to concentrate on reading? These Musk, et al orbital rays, these 5G and 6G frequencies bombarding pregnant mommies, the unending EMF’s mixing with graphene nanoparticles in the body, all good, right? Common fucking sense is not part of AI-VR-MR-AR.
More specifically, experts believe more than a million satellites are headed to low-Earth orbit. To arrive at that figure, researchers studied recent filings in the International Telecommunication Union (ITU) database, which is a United Nations agency responsible for granting spaces in orbit for satellite use. To launch and operate satellite populations, nations are required to submit relevant information to the ITU.
The records show nations worldwide have proposed launching over a million satellites distributed across 300 “megaconstellations,” which are vast networks of satellites that work together to provide internet services. The proposed satellites are 115 times higher than the number of functional satellites currently circling Earth, the new study finds.
He’s talking about a fellow he met during his travels, emphasizing the complete insanity of the Western Mind or the Western Tinged Mind or the mRNA Jabbed, Triple Boosted Mind”:
Maybe Giang is right, but here’s a guy who got Jewjabbed thrice, after I had tried my best to dissuade him from wrecking his immune system. I’ve seen his personality changed, with weird outbursts, but his news gathering habits remain the same. He watches CNN and reads Yahoo! News.
In February of 2020, I hung out with Giang in Hanoi. When I mentioned the Temple of Literature, he had no idea what I was talking about, so I dragged him there. Dating to 1070, it’s one of Vietnam’s most significant landmarks. At its gate, Giang refused to walk in, however. All he wanted was a quick photo to prove he has been to the Temple of Literature. Since Ho Chi Minh’s mausoleum was nearby, I dragged him there, too, but, again, one hasty photo was enough.
Perhaps you have a parent, spouse, sibling, child or close friend who’s more or less like Giang. Despite lockdowns, Jewjabs, wars and global depression, they will insist everything is still A-OK, or just slightly off.
American cities have always had bums, losers have always wrecked themselves with booze and drugs, crimes are mostly limited to the inner cities, so just don’t go there, and the unemployed are simply lazy. Let’s get real here, America’s poor are the fattest on earth, so no one is starving.
We’re not ruled by psychopaths and sadists. There’s always another election. As for WWIII breaking out, Giang sneered, “I don’t give a fuck about Israel or Hamas.”
Later this month, Giang will return to California. OK, so downtown San Jose is deserted, Eastridge Mall resembles a flea market and San Francisco streets are paved with human shit, but the Warriors and 49ers are doing OK, and there’s plenty to watch on Netflix. A bowl of pho now costs 16 bucks and, unlike in Vietnam, you must tip, so with a drink, that’s over $20 for just one person! Giang can afford it.
And the United States is the World’s Worst Enemy. Whether the country has its failing, falling, freakish people on streets or in their homes, shuttered minds, slap happy, drunk on dumb, living a Philip K. Dick nightmare. And Vietnam or Venice, all part of the little cogs. These Christian Zionists are controlling the world. And Israel is a center of AI-VR-MR-AR:
Because of its high concentration of cutting-edge technology companies, Israel has been dubbed the Silicon Valley of the Middle East — or Silicon Wadi (“wadi” means “valley” in Hebrew).
Many would say that the historical events that Jewish people suffered through were the catalysts of the founding of the State of Israel and the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) and that they had powerful influences on the country’s technological prowess, culture and economic success. Israel started as a country of survivors and immigrants who were entrepreneurial risk-takers. The country’s geopolitical reality, having no allies surrounding it, has created a country-wide mindset that excellence is an element of survival. The country’s industrial expansion is due in large part to its strong national economy and access to foreign markets to fuel subsequent expansion. Over time, locally grown citrus fruits transitioned into advanced technology exports.
As the CEO and co-founder of a global LiDAR company founded and headquartered in Israel, I’m sharing some observations on how Silicon Wadi has evolved over the past decade to become a region known for its record-breaking startup investments and flourishing economy.
With that, those Wadi military researchers are at the center of Battlefield of the Mind, and they might be secular, but their country, pushed and prodded by U$A, America, nation of strife and conflict and human stains, will be at the altar of this global digital-transhumanism prison!
As we see the Gazans bombed into hell.
And so the freaks of the world smile, laugh, go onto stages and jerk off, or go ‘trick or treating’. These are monsters, and I do not think the average person really knows what a monster is, met one and spent time with them (I fucking have), whether a Ted Bundy or Hillside Strangler or Son of Anarchy(real ones) or an Antony Blinken or Jeff Bezos: Look at the Zionist Biden, puttering, wanting to “hug” the kids, and then look at this horrorific Blinken using his dirty children as props. The UkroNazi colors on the girl and the Cocaine Cowboy Penis Piano Man green shit outfit on the boy!
And so the breaking news is the second richest (sic) puke is moving?
Bezos, Musk among riches Americans: Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos top Forbes’ 400 richest people in America in 2023
Why is Jeff Bezos moving to Miami?
The Amazon CEO, named Time magazine’s Person of the Year in 1999, said he is moving to Miami to be closer to his parents and the Cape Canaveral operations of Blue Origin, his space exploration company.
The company, based in Washington State, develops rockets, rocket engines and space capsules.
The billionaire also wrote he and his partner of more than four years, Lauren Sanchez, “love Miami.”
As of Thursday, Bezos’ estimated net worth was $161 billion, according to Bloomberg. His third-place ranking sat just shy of Bernaurd Arnault ($163 billion) and Elon Musk, who led the pack with a net worth of $208 billion.
While all that technology assists AmeriKKKa and Isra-Hell to bomb babies. A wink and a smile, Jeff Fucking Bezos.
Message to the People of Israel. “Move away from American Exceptionalism”: Shahid Bolsen
Can the people of Israel move beyond the imperial heritage and character of Zionism to embrace another vision of their country. That vision would involve greater integration into the Arab culture that dominates their geographic setting. Shahid Bolsen puts out the challenge to the people of Israel to move away from the culture of an ill-conceived American exceptionalism and try something different. Bolsen’s proposal is worthy of serious consideration.
US doesn’t want Israel to be peaceful, or normal, or a real country. U$A-IF, Un-United $nakes of AmeriKKKa-Isra-Hell First, its driven by the psychos. Even Martha Stewart and these fucking freaks with their philanthropies and Better Homes and Gardens mansion projedcts and their endowments, all murderers.
And they bomb babies with their tech and their investment portfolios!
Christian Zionism amounts to a many-faceted enterprise with individuals like TV evangelist Hal Lindsay predicting that the Apocalypse is becoming more and more imminent because current events are so quickly fulfilling Biblical prophecy. This cycle of publicity and promotion is fed when Christian Zionists regularly visit Israel where they are subjected to intensive indoctrination on the interpretation that Israel is simply engaged in self-defence against violent Palestinian aggressors.
All goes well as long as the evangelization points from Israel promoters towards Christian visitors. Trouble breaks out, however, when the roles are reversed. In fact the current Netanyahu government in Israel has passed a law that outlaws missionary work directed by Christian evangelists at Jews in Israel. Attempts to persuade Jews to convert to Christianity are not allowed.
But those one million satellites will be doing what for humanity?
“Transhumanism,” Bostrom tells us in In Defense of Posthuman Dignity, “is…an outgrowth of secular humanism and the Enlightenment. It holds that current human nature is improvable through the use of applied science and other rational methods, which may make it possible to increase human health-span, extend our intellectual and physical capacities, and give us increased control over our own mental states and moods.”
[Photo: (L-R) Nick Bostrom Philosopher at the Future of Humanity Institute in Oxford, Tesla CEO Elon Musk and Sir Francis Galton the father of Eugenics (Photo illustration by Salon/Getty Images) ]
MADRID, SPAIN – Two weeks ago, the biggest stars of the Transhumanist universe gathered at the Madrid College of Medicine for the fifteenth edition of an international conference called Transvision, which was born on the occasion of the merger between Europe’s most established transhumanist organizations, Transcedo and Transhumanistka Föreningen, ALEPH in 1998.
Led by the Swedish philosopher, Nick Bostrom and his British homologue David Pearce, the pair of self-styled futurists brought the groups together as the World Transhumanist Association (WTA) at the Transvision98 conference in Weep, The Netherlands, marking the true beginning of a global movement mostly comprised of computer scientists, biotech engineers and academics, who subscribed to the notion of a post-human world, where the fusion of technology and biology would lead us into immortality.
father, husband, son, brother, uncle, nephew, grandson, refugee, changling, between Viet Nam and America, writer, a voice, silenced, how many faces does it take?
Serendipity, picking Viet Thanh Nyugen’s memoir, A Man with Two Facesas the main book for the memoir writing class I am teaching. Last time it was Liar’s Club and Wild and other things to haunt the student with other writers’ haunting memoirs.
Mary Karr and Cheryl Strayed, and the students learned about all sorts of ins and outs tied to those two women’s memoirs. There is countless ink on Mary and Cheryl and endless YouTube uploads of them talking, being interviewed and giving memoir writing tips to selected and wide audiences.
Patience: All I have now is my quickly decaying mind and this platform from which to scream bloody murder, so I’ll get into Viet’s book after I splay the digital page with one of my essays, with is in Cirque Journal and other places:
Hell, here’s one long ass published memoir essay:
Wrestling the Blind, Chasing Apache Horses, and Unpacking the Vietnam War
by Paul Haeder / September 4th, 2013
They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried. —
Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
“What was the last best memory you have of your father?” There were eight of us, encircling him, when he asked me to recall that moment I knew my father to be at his most vulnerable point for me, his most unadorned human self. For Robert Bly, he was asking me when I first saw myself as strong (or stronger than my old man).
Bly was tired, the wild man in his Iron John wilted by age, still angular, white as snowy full-head of hair, but taxed by the expressway of poet on call to shunt the drums of war, asked to explain the smear of Abu Ghraib, and his call to duty to fight against the ideology of “war is peace” that was just getting whipped up like an unholy dust devil across his America.
To just step back a bit, I have to admit now that it’s always been my “call to duty” to be in the thick of things, to be this guy having these constant little brushes with fame. Since I was 18 . . . well, 16 if you count being an extra in a motorcycle movie with Ann Margaret and Joe Namath. Or riding away from the camera and Charlton Heston in a cowboy flick shot at Old Tucson. Once in my early twenties, I had the chutzpah to drive up to Lee Marvin’s house in Tucson and plop down my own screenplay into his hands and pitch the idea while playing tennis with him in my jeans and Tony Lamas. From Linda Ronstadt kissing me on my forehead when she arrived at one of her aunt’s house (good friend of my mom, and that day I had begged to learn how to grind corn and mold it all into green corn tamales), to Tom Waits drinking beer and smoking a blunt in the back of my VW bug after he finished a concert in Tucson, I’ve had these odd intersections with famous sorts of people.
Willie Nelson and James Crumley hoisting a few Patron’s with me near Hondo, New Mexico, at Andrew Wyeth’s place. Mashed potatoes, Swiss steak and a plate-full of peas in an El Paso cafeteria with Cormac McCarthy. “This is a story . . . a book, not fragments,” Tim O’Brien insisted while smoking a Camel outside Chope’s near Las Cruces. “Just plow through those weird little occurrences, and you’ll see the memories will start sprouting . . . goddamned different every time. Then you’ll have a book.”
I’ve always been what my thesis advisors or mentors and friends called “the handler,” or the “go-to-kid” with the ability to be older than he was, and to somehow be Every Man/Every Woman’s kid brother . . . or son. I was that twice for Kurt Vonnegut. Twice for Denise Levertov. Once for Octavio Paz and Gabriel Marquez.
Fast forward thirty years. This time, my second brush with Bly, stuck in Spokane on a Saturday, after his poetry reading to a few hundred. Robert Bly needed a post-reading tight one. He was tired, but it only took a few prods and two drinks to get him to actually remember me 21 years earlier. That was 1985. Juarez, Chihuahua. A big group of about ten hangers on mentally gyrating that overtly ga-ga-ing thing for the famous bard inside a restaurant. It was my fault, really, since I arranged the place, the crowd, and mescal spirits liberally passed around. I remember four young women – girls, really – from a private college who sang corridas with the 10-piece mariachi band. Bly was completely taken by their voices.
Let’s move back, err, forward in this case, to April, 2006. Bly had just published The Insanity of Empire, and the tannin of Bush’s war was thick on his lips as he entranced the crowd at the community college and then challenged them to remember their own call to duty:
Tell me why it is we don’t lift our voices these days And cry over what is happening. Have you noticed The plans are made for Iraq and the ice cap is melting?
I say to myself: “Go on, cry. What’s the sense Of being an adult and having no voice? Cry out! See who will answer! This is Call and Answer!”
Again, Bly and me, this time 1,600 miles further north than the last time I shared rounds with him. He remembered Juarez, the reading in El Paso, and the Juarez band and that brotherhood and sisterhood of people who had arranged his appearance at the university. And Bly remembered me.
He wasn’t going to give up his question: “No, really, this is an important one . . . for men to know when that point occurs in their relationships with a father.” After a couple of bourbons, Robert Bly seemed to be saying to me it was okay if I just carried on a one-on-one with him at this pub called Catacombs. He repeated how he liked my militancy. He had read the piece I just published in the weekly “not just announcing my reading, but taking it to a higher level of consciousness by putting the you into the narrative.” He also wanted to know what it was like to be the son of a military man who not once but twice went to Vietnam as a career officer.
I pulled from his book, Iron John, widely read and widely disempowered by critics:
The older men in the American military establishment and government did betray the younger men in Vietnam, lying about the nature of the war, remaining in safe places themselves, after having asked the young men to be warriors and then in effect sending them out to be ordinary murderers.
“From the sound of it, your father was smart. Well read. College degrees. Yet he was in two wars. Korea. Then Vietnam. How does his military – his war experience — best inform you? Someone who in a mere few minutes has illustrated to everyone around this table that he is more than just a man’s man, more than just a Renaissance man. An adventurer. Going it alone in Central America. Going to Vietnam ten years ago to experience something locked inside his father. It’s important to know that moment when you first realized your dad’s humanity . . . and knew his fear.”
Desert
“I’m just going to eat rice . . . I need to get to one-forty. I’m tired of wrestling up so much, dad.”
We were following the yellow bus, two of my buddies, Schwam (138 lbs.) and Molina (125 lbs.), were crashed in the back of the 1965 bug. I was driving on a learner’s permit.
My old man seemed small next to me, skinny, his blonde hair receding dramatically in the past few months. He had dropped twenty pounds so he might make it easier on his banged up body for his second spin in Vietnam. Age 36. Already shot once. Airlifted out with a Huey co-pilot gravely wounded and the pilot zipped up in a KIA bag.
He was proud of me, even in my youthful militancy. I was really tanned, brown. Angular. Muscular. He liked it that I had college on my mind even as a freshman. Proud I was wrestling varsity at 15 years old.
“How’d you learn all that mechanical stuff?” he’d ask me while watching me retool, tune up and strip down my Bultaco and Husky motorcycles. “Funny how you never took to learning German, with your Tanta Emmy and Grandma Frieda around when you were a kid. Spanish! How’d you pick that up so quickly?”
Then he’d launch in on West Point, on some Republican senator my mom knew who might send in some appointment recommendation for me to be accepted to the Academy. Here we were hitting 65 mph, entering some of my favorite places — Upper Sonoran Life Zone, then into the Transition Life Zone. Those Desert-Grassland and Desert Riparian zones. And I was hating every last image of war and Nixon and Kissinger I ever saw in print and on TV.
He launched into why General Westmoreland was misunderstood, why Dick Nixon was even more misunderstood: “ . . . inherited a messed up war strategy from President Johnson.” One loud fight after another recalled. Strange, really, how my old man, Chief Warrant Officer Four Marvin Haeder, ended up trying to convince me of something righteous about the military, or why the USA bombing, spraying, immolating and raping Vietnam was “the right policy.”
I was obsessed with post-flashflood arroyos packed with javalina, entranced by the evenings of the a thousand tarantulas, completely taken by the dawns of one hundred zombie bufo alvaris – Sonoran Desert toads.
My old man would be in some classroom or on some mountaintop messing around with radio towers, signal relays, his secret codes while I was into the wild, launching myself into a riot of reptiles, arachnids and mammals.
While my old man showed me black and white photos of his signal corps outposts in Vietnam, images of these denuded jungle camps with eerily happy blacks, Latinos and an array of white men, I was already talking desert green toads, talking about monsoon bursts near Sedona when a thousand western narrowmouth toads appeared unbending from their 10-months suspended animation.
Snakes
Wrestling for me was a way to be as good as any warrior, tin soldier. To stay in shape for three- and five-day hikes into vast expanses Indian Country, land anywhere close to a river or drainage. Like the ones we were near — the San Pedro River drainage that passes along the Pinal Creek en route to the Salado River. My old man talked about logistics, cryptographic mumbo-jumbo, Barry Goldwater while I waxed on and on about these ancient routes, in use from 1100 to 1450 AD. The pueblos on Pinal Creek were once cosmopolitan trade centers with exports of ground pigments, turquoise, beads, and ceramic bowls. Shells from the Gulf of Mexico, the Pacific Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico.
“Your grandfather was fleet champion twice. One hundred and ninety pounds. In the Kaiser’s navy, before he became a pilot. Halberstadt CL- IV’s he piloted. Bi-planes. He would have been proud of you, though.”
Here I was, making a run through Sonora Desert , Highway 77 – the back way to Globe-Miami from Tucson, from my high school parking lot. My two buddies out like logs, and my father — three weeks from his second tour in Vietnam — bringing up my grandfather, the Iron Cross man, big WWI ace, émigré to Iowa in 1921. Failed farmer. Bread truck driver. Failed restaurant owner. The big man with mitts like Babe Ruth’s, his namesake, me, his pride and joy as he lumbered still a hard man in his last gasps with emphysema.
I slowed to a stop as I watched a seven foot bull snake move slowly into a caliche-etched gully cut-bank. “Come on Paul,” my old man pleaded as he saw me scramble over prickly pear, over dried-out saguaro ribs, blasting my body and arms into a bunch of rocks. “Rattlers out here,” he said. “Come on, Paul, be careful.”
Of course, he was wrong. There weren’t rattlesnakes moving around midday at the foot of Pinal Mountain. But the bull snake, hell, I just had to grab it, break up the monotony of the trip to our wrestling match, scare the crap out of Schwam and Molina in the back who were still nestled in with the camping gear my old man absconded from Fort Huachuca for our post-wrestling match bonding fishing trip on the west fork of White River in Apache country.
“Jesus, Paul. Stop.” I put the seven foot snake’s face into the car while my Big Red One Infantry regular army dad, with one tour in Korea as a 19 year old, one in Vietnam two years ago, one more about to be unleashed, complained like a whiny kid brother.
“If you’re afraid of this, Chief, what the heck are you going to do with the three-step viper . . . the ground cobras?” I was a smart ass, know it all, to be sure, but I was stealth, quick to know the flora and fauna of Sonora, all of Arizona, and way into Mexico. Quick to speak Spanish with my Mexican friends. Always camping with older guys, some of whom were former Vietnam War draftees who taught me about motorcycles, endless tracks of desert roads to nowhere/everywhere, and about how rotten the war was.
By the time I was 15, my father didn’t really know me. He was always gone, at schools for his cryptographic signal corps crap: Fort Rucker, Alabama; Fort Huachuca, Arizona; Fort Gordon, Georgia. He had pressed uniforms, spit-shine shoes, shiny pips and his array of ribbons all lined up via small wooden ruler.
His son with the shoulder-length mop of hair, on the other hand, had his terrariums loaded with geckos, five species of scorpions, horned toads, red racer snakes, gopher snakes, California Kings, and any injured animal he’d run across.
Bad language
It was a story of crossed DNA. My working mom gave me a long leash since I was an A student in school. Never sweating (overtly) me driving my sister’s 750 Honda at age 13. One spring break, I ended up with Navajo and Mexican friends outside of Chinle and then two weeks hiking Canyon de Chelly. At age 14. Learning what all middle school kids should learn – Arizona is not a white man’s invention.
Canyon de Chelly, a screwed up Spaniard’s mishearing of the Navajo, Tséyi, which means “inside the rock,” not canyon like white boys and girls are told. The very concept of language as a frame of self, the defining binder for culture — that inside the rock was deeper and more in tune with larger existential quandaries than the mere idea of “canyon” – floored me.
Here I was, with my old man, maybe for the last time since he was going to the killing fields of his Vietnam, the war, not the country. He was waxing nostalgic about the Army, about European history, about the Vaterland , and his weird breaking into song, Das Lied der Deutschen, our family tours in France and Germany, while I cranked up Black Sabbath on the eight-track and watched for brown eagle shadows and the first signs of desert spring bloom.
What a Mutt and Jeff routine – my blond and blue-eyed old man with aspirations for a son named after his war hero father going into the military vis-à-vis the Academy. This 5 foot nine 15-year-old brown hair and brown eyed recalcitrant son with the Afro who spoke Spanish, went out with Mexican girls, and preferred tamales and empanadas to Wiener schnitzel and strudel.
I hated the Vietnam War. Hated the war lovers in my high school. It was 1972, I was 15, and way beyond my years politically compared to most of the guys wrestling with me and slogging through high school. Canyon del Oro High School. Gold Canyon. We were the Dorados. Crazy shit. Dorados.
So many weekends diving in the Sea of Cortez. Watching Mexican fishers pulling in dorado, so-called game fish dolphin (not a mammal at all, but in the family of pompano dolphinfish ). Beautiful iridescent muscular big-headed jade fish. Second only in taste for turistas to the Guaymas jumbo shrimp.
These guys didn’t know what the hell the school was named for. Literally, “The Golden.” Golden city Spanish lust. Wacked out Conquistadors lancing the New World with germs, guns and steel. These unicorn stories of a land of extreme wealth, whose king had been covered with gold dust so many times that he was permanently gilded. A living, walking Midas. The Spaniards and Brits shoving forward with their expeditions into the Americas, sent by syphilitic kings and queens in search of El Dorado. In 1540 Francisco Vazquez de Coronado marched as far north as Kansas seeking the Seven Golden Cities of Cibola. Even the esteemed Walter Raleigh launched an expedition for El Dorado in South America, spearheading the search for the miasma city up the Orinoco River in 1595.
The Sonora was flattening out, desiccating, as the green carpeting of palo verdes thinned, the saguaros becoming spindly, and much more spread out than those pincushioning Oro Valley leading north toward Globe.
The proverbial mining town, Globe, floating fetid iron particulates in the air. All American City with red, white and blue pendants on one side of Main Street, and MIA POW black flags on the other. “Support Our Troops . . . Bring them Home Safe” all over the place.
Wrestling to Touch the Universe
This made my old man happy, as I wailed through diatribe after diatribe about the place where white men cut the earth and poisoned the waters. I kept repeating – “Not Globe . . . Bésh Baa Gow?h . . . place of metal. You think this place was discovered in 1875 when the lawless whites came out here? Really, pueblo tribes needed discovering to self-actualize?”
The Clanton Brothers from OK Corral fame ended up here. The Apache Kid and Geronimo had ties to Globe. “Bésh Baa Gow?h, ” I repeated. My two wrestling chums in unison saying, “What the hell are you talking about?”
I tried to tell these guys and my old man about the 700-year-old pueblo of the Salado culture. I wanted to ditch the wrestling match and find the old remains of one of the more advanced cultures in the Southwest. Besh Ba Gowah Pueblo near the confluence of Pinal Creek and Ice House Canyon Wash.
“Man, Haeder, we have some tough dudes to wrestle,” Molina shouted. “You think I want to hear about this Indian stuff now.”
I had heard about pushing hands from one of my older sister’s Vietnam War vet friends. Some guy named Damian who had resisted a second tour, went AWOL, and made it to the China border, somehow. Then three years later in Arizona of all places. He was a native of Vermont who spent three years on the lam in Nepal, Bhutan, India.
It was Drew Pergonaski and I who drew two wrestlers from the Arizona State Schools for the Deaf and Blind. I had heard about that sort of wrestling challenge, and the ASSDB was on our schedule in a month. But that was going to be a two-day practice session orienting the entire team on wrestling the hearing and sight impaired.
Today, in this two-bit town, it was going to be the most important five-minute tutorial of my grappler’s career given by the two wrestlers’ coach and one of the refs. I was wrestling up, too, some 35 pounds over my weight as this guy was in the 171-188 pound category. I can’t remember the fellow’s name, but he was blind, big, and had these eyes that looked like a Chuckwalla lizard’s, but clouded over like opals.
“You’ll be touching all times. During your face-offs, no breaking away . . . always bodies touching. That’s the only difference. Everything else is touch, feel, weight distribution, and a slight twitch here and muscle flex there. These guys are really good at what they do, without seeing or hearing.”
Drew drew a blind AND deaf fellow, and his instructions where the same, but the deaf part of the disability necessitated more touch by refs and it meant that Drew might hear the whistle first but the opponent might just continue through on a move.
“Hey, Paul, just like judo classes, uh?” my old man said. Like all those judo matches on the army bases we were stationed at. No, pop, no. That was using the gi. All tangled up in leg sweeps and constant yanking on the gi. This is way different, old man.
Mogollon Rim
After a draw with the hulk of a blind freestyler, onward we went toward Fort Apache Indian Reservation, leaving Schwam and Molina behind with the high school team for the bus ride back. Drew was pinned in the third round, and I drew a tie, 6-6, with my first blind wrestler. It was like pushing a hundred pound sack of potatoes and three bags of cement, all bungeed together. I never would have pinned him, and he anticipated my moves since I had to stay grappled to him, tethered, hands to hands. I couldn’t even use some of my judo flips, because this big boy felt my every move before I even thought to use them.
Rednecks in the crowd taunted Molina and Zavala, our two dark wrestlers. Calling them spicks, and this white boy — the son of purple heart recipient, bronze star, air medals for all that time in helicopters with the black box handcuffed to his wrist – jumped over the first row of seats and tried to head butt one big F-150 Ford ball cap Copenhagen chewer for the racists taunt.
I felt my old man pulling me back, and he had the guts to tell the crowd to can it: “All these boys worked hard to get here and do not need to hear that crap.” Our Dorados won, 9-5. The racists in the crowd called us “rich faggots.”
I was breathing in the ions from the Mogollon Rim, all that mixed conifer high desert Tonto National Forest flora binding with my corpuscles. Firs and ponderosa and pine rattlers and cougar, black bear, antelope and endless cascades of wildflowers.
We were headed in that weirdly 1960s light green-patina VW Beetle with Peter Gabriel and Genesis blaring on jerry-rigged four-inch speakers. Trusty Bug we had shipped from Germany to New York and then a drive out to our last family post, in Arizona.
Sky Islands
He looked vulnerable next to me — his balding head shiny with sweat, his blond hairs on his arms like current disturbed fan worms, and his big forehead showing all the signs of professorial greatness, not that of a hard-headed grunt packing a forty-five semi-automatic and M-16.
It was our last time together before he shipped out to Vietnam, on a quest to findApache trout — Oncorhynchus apache — along the west fork of the White River. Maybe it would be our last camping foray.
Mogollon Rim is part of this massive floristic and faunal boundary – the species characteristic of the Rocky Mountains are on the top of the plateau, and species endemic to the Mexican Sierra Madre Occidental live on the slopes below and on these incredible Madrean sky islands –high, isolated mountain ranges further south.
I never knew that eight years later I would end up as a newspaper reporter and hiker around one of those sky islands –pine-oak woodlands, a very specific pine-oak forest ecoregion. Chiricahua Mountains, where Geronimo hid out with his two dozen braves.
I hiked all the major Madreans in the USA – these tropical and subtropical coniferous forests biomes: the Baboquivari, Whetstone, Chiricahua, Huachuca, Pinaleño, Santa Catalina, and Santa Rita mountain ranges.
The Things We Carry
We had US Army issue pup tent shells, cookware, mummy bags, ponchos and other puke green stuff like a cot for my old man and parachute for a shade cover. I had my rice and tuna, and I cooked up cabbage and kielbasa for the Chief.
The river was within twenty feet of our A-tent, the air was settling into a nice 40-degree cool, and stellar jays were jockeying for position on alpine branches as the occasional rogue crow bombarded them. Kissing cousins species-wise.
My father collected snags and dry needles for kindling, and I quickly set to making a big fire. The Bug had been packed with gear, a small bundle of ironwood, hastily bagged canned food and meats. I had already dragged into our camp a downed ponderosa that was semi-seasoned and got to making full ax swings at it.
The speed and breathing and weight of the steady arcs felt good. My father was sitting near the river, on a folded poncho, with his pole tilted over an eddy. He was reading the business section of the Arizona Republic, a newspaper about to become part of the fire starter. He also had a public administration textbook with him, for a correspondence class he was taking for work on yet another a master’s degree.
He liked his coffee at all hours of the day and night, and I brought some green tea my older sister had left at the house before one of her jaunts to Alaska on her motorcycle. I made fire camp coffee and some hot water in the US Army issue pots. We drank from canteens.
I never knew then that maybe my father’s reluctance in filling me in on war details was his professional soldier’s version of PTSD, not even named back in 1972. My old man humored me, though, and let me go on and on about my exploits in Mexico, diving in the Sea of Cortez. My exploits hiking backcountry here and there, he listened to intently. I hated the military, Germany, wars, and so I dove into the wonders of ecosystems, the ecology of my own mind.
I was a tough kid, always pushing the training way beyond what my peers would do. I’d go hiking with two gallons of water and nothing else. Miles deep into the Catalina Mountains. I’d come back scratched up, peeling skin, something like Steve McQueen in Papillion.
Maybe that isolation was my way of rebuffing America’s earth eating, water-polluting capitalism. I know it must have congealed in the middle of juniper forest outside Payson at the bottom of Aravaipa Canyon.
First we laughed at the incredible stars and moon keeping us lit up. Then the outlandish frogs and crickets totally Igor Stravinsky crazy. That white water patch on the White River was like a mini Niagara Falls. We laughed at my old man’s flatulence from all that red cabbage I had cooked up.
At two in the morning, finally with a half hour of sleep under our belts, the pounding trees next to us woke us up. I moved like a special forces wannabe sapper, and shone the light on two large elks rutting on the birch trees near camp. Then, an hour later, we were roused by six or seven white-tail deer tromping through our camp.
Those were the days before the tipping points, before the lag time consequences of too many people, too many chain saws, too many second shadow homes and time-shares, too many paved roads, and way too many diseased grocery-store hunters wanting the thrill of blood sport.
We laughed and laughed, joking how we’d have to get back to Tucson and do a day’s crash just to rest up from our supposedly restive fishing trip.
Paints
I slept through the four a.m. rush hour of Indian paints crossing the White River into our camp. My old man wasn’t next to me in his “fart sack.” The dawn was bleeding peach and tangerine into the sky. I shined the US army gooseneck flashlight over at the flat near the cut-bank where we had been fishing.
My old man was in his skivvies, and my flashlight covered his hairy body which was like a gossamer film. l illuminated the thick wet-looking scars on his shoulders where the Chinese carbine outside of Da Nang cut threw him, missing his heart by an inch. Three crisscrossed snail tracks.
He looked strong but old at age 36. There he was, full-blood military man, history buff, someone I had little in common with, talking to two long-haired Whiteriver Apaches. Both had Winchester 30.30’s shoulder-strapped, and their horses – 10 maybe – were just lingering there, by my old man, taking gulps of water.
He was looking up at these young guys, who just nodded their heads when my old man gave them the double thumbs up. Cowboy hats, blue jeans, one had on a white t-shirt with AIM and an eagle printed on it, and the other was wearing USMC sweatshirt. They barely acknowledged me creaking out of the funny Army tent.
My old man was encircled by these incredible horses. The air was just right. A frost left the world crystalline. I had that spotlight pointed at my old man. The glow of his blond hairs oddly simian, like something along the lines of Grendel out of Beowulf.
I could hear him telling these fellows about some tidbit of history of the pinto. These palomino and buckskin Paint-Horses were incredible soaking up a rest next to the Chief, my old man.
I was amazed that this warrior, this technocratic warrior, knew something about Indian Country I did not:
“Amazing, fellows, amazing. These horses go back to Arabia. They called them kanhwa. I think it means blotched. In India, the word is pulwahri, I think, something along the lines of a white horse that flowers with black spots. And, my son, here, well, he’d know something of the Spanish origin of the horse’s name. The word is pintado, painted it means, right?” he asked, smiling at me, saluting me as the sun was lifting pine green into shadows.
These two Apache youth nodded, calmly eyeing my old man – this skivvy-wearing Grendel talking about these magnificent horses that came out of nowhere. Pawing the dirt and lapping up water. There, at the edge of the White River. It was our small last camp. Three weeks away from deployment to Indochina. A soon-to-be lost father, stuck in the Huey wake of a wet sky.
He was a teacher, then. Small-framed, vulnerable, not the hard-edged bravado of Vietnam film lore. Not the ex-wrestler from Iowa. This guy, broken by divorce, and dedicated to some mythology about Country and Commander in Chief.
He knew about those horses. I wonder how. I never asked.
The last of the darkish sky lifted with another Apache dawn. The trout skimmed the surface looking for cadis flies.
I cracked wood and stoked the embers. I was going to break my fast today and make my old man skillet potatoes and some good old Bratwurst and share with him. I had requisitioned a hearty German mustard from my mom’s pantry. A few apples would be sliced with the brats. Onions and tomatoes and chile peppers. Hot coffee.
All that German stuff simmering in those US Army pots and pans in the middle of a strangulated Apache reservation.
Bly was right. The moment the war lifted from my heart, I saw my old man. Just a guy waiting for daylight, waiting for fish. and waiting for the day he’d say goodbye to Arizona and say oh fuck to his war.
Our war.
The war in those Apaches’ blood.
The war trapped in Arabian-Spanish-English Paints.
The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness. ? Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
**the end**
This piece appeared in House Organ.
House Organ, edited by Kenneth Warren, Lakewood, Ohio, is the best print poetry monthly in the U.S. You wouldn’t know it by looking at it, but its retro look (no website) belies its rich crême-de-la-crême contents. Among the contributors: Jack Hirschman, Harrison Fisher, Vincent Ferrini (goodbye, great old man of poesy!) and many, many others.
Look, I can go from today, what’s happening now with Viet’s honorable words and stance on Gaza and Genocide, then move backwards, but truly this says it all about cancel culture, Jews, Jewish power, Israel-First millionaires and billionaires, and the zealotry of zionism in the halls of power, money, politics:
“We are joined by the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Viet Thanh Nguyen to discuss his new book, A Man of Two Faces: A Memoir, a History, a Memorial. Last week the 92NY, a major cultural institution in New York City, canceled an event with Nguyen after he joined 750+ writers in signing an open letter calling for a ceasefire in Gaza. His memoir explores his family’s personal history as refugees from Vietnam dealing with the impacts of U.S. imperialism. Civilian stories are war stories, too, says Nguyen. He says the U.S.’s greatest acts of anti-Asian violence occur internationally and continue today.”
“I see total continuity between what the United States has done in the Philippines, in Korea, in Japan, in Laos, in Cambodia, in Vietnam and now with Palestine.
Well, I can’t hold a candle to all these reviewers’ 300-word blurbs, AKA kudos for the book: Grove Atlantic! Check them out for thos pithy, writerly sorts of punchy reactions to his book.
For me, for the students reading the memoir, and for our discussions, we all can see Viet covers that universal story of being a refugee in land that expects assimulation and genuflection.
A country that is still settler colonial in its proxies and its Projects for a New Hegemony America. Proxies here and subjugation there. He is in the land of the homeless — both the houseless and those with no tribe, no nuclear family, friendships and hopes dashed on the hard walls encircling the American mind
He’s not digging being called a boat person, and his young life in San Jose (first landing in Pennsylvania) is one where he is a man without a solid tribe. He says he was sort of a spy in his parents’ home, since he was not Vietnamese, really, through this process of American (California) schooling, that is, he spoke and read English, and was not interested in some traditional route of work work work until you drop drop drop, Vietnamese or Asian style. He also felt like a spy within his American interactions and various settings as he coursed through life determined to find that face, some new American face, but one that is steeped in Viet Nam.
San Jose!
His parents worked hard in their San Jose store, and they neglected Viet in that they sacrificed time with two sons because of the American grind — seven days a week, 14 hour days, running the business to get ahead, to get into middle class life, and to send money home to family who did not leave Vietnam as refugees, who were not considered interlopers, illegals, that is, not perjorative boat people.
Viet’s on a whirlwind tour, in book festivals, on the main stage in books stores, at colleges, on the CBS Morning show, on Democracy Now, and he was on that trajectory before signing onto a pretty benign letter asking for a cease fire in Gaza.
“People might like to think the war is done when a ceasefire is signed, but for most people who live through a war, it goes on for decades.”
The Letter in the London Review of Books:
An Open Letter on the Situation in Palestine
We, the undersigned artists and writers based in the EU, the UK and North America, are speaking out to demand an end to the violence and destruction in Palestine.
The deliberate killing of civilians is always an atrocity. It is a violation of international law and an outrage against the sanctity of human life. Neither Israel, the occupying power, nor the armed groups of the people under occupation, the Palestinians, can ever be justified in targeting defenceless people. We can only express our grief and heartbreak for the victims of these most recent tragedies, and for their families, both Palestinians and Israelis.
Nothing can retrieve what has already been lost. But the unprecedented and indiscriminate violence that is still escalating against the 2.3 million Palestinians in Gaza, with the financial and political support of Western powers, can and must be brought to an end. By cutting off vital electricity, food and water supplies; by attempting to displace by force over one million Palestinians from their homes, with no guarantee of return; and by carrying out continual airstrikes against civilians, including those who are attempting to evacuate, the state of Israel is committing grave crimes against humanity. Its allies, our own governments, are complicit in these crimes.
Human rights groups have long condemned Israel’s occupation of Palestine and the inhumane treatment of – and system of racial domination over – Palestinians at the hands of the Israeli state. But we are now witnessing a new and even more drastic emergency. The UN expert Francesca Albanese has warned that Israel’s current actions in Gaza constitute a form of ethnic cleansing. The Israeli historian Raz Segal has described the situation in Gaza as a ‘textbook case of genocide’.
We call on our governments to demand an immediate ceasefire and the unimpeded admission of humanitarian aid into Gaza. We also demand an end to all arms shipments and military funding, supplies that can only exacerbate the humanitarian catastrophe at hand. Although these measures will not be enough to secure true justice, liberation and equality, they represent an urgent and indispensable first step. We plead for an end to all violence, an end to all oppression and denial of human rights, and a path towards a just and sustainable peace for all.
This memoir is narrated by the American Viet and the other Viet, with the voice addressing himself as you, and this book is memorial (for his mother) and history (for his ancestors and his brief life in Viet Nam and who he is as a man, Vietnamese, yes, Vietnamese American.
Well, I grew up in the United States feeling like I had two faces. On the one hand, I felt, living in my very Vietnamese household with my very Vietnamese parents, that I was an American spying on them. And I felt completely American growing up. But then, when I stepped outside of that household and outside of the Vietnamese refugee community into the rest of the United States, I felt like a Vietnamese spying on these Americans. And so I took that feeling of duality, and I infused that into my fiction, into characters, like The Sympathizer, the title — the character of that novel. And, you know, for a long time, I worked out my own emotional complications, having grown up as a refugee in the United States, feeling myself to be an eyewitness to the trauma that my parents underwent. I survived that experience by becoming emotionally numb, by not feeling things, by shutting down and not dealing with what I had seen and what I had felt.
This book is certainly tied to his mom’s amazing persistence and her own downfall, falling several times with nervous breakdowns and then the more permanent memory failings . . . because of the trauma of so much she experienced in Vietnam and as a refugee in a new land. He was on his way as a successful essayist, novelist, college prof before the shit hit the fan.
Gaza, in real time, on TV, blasted onto Telegram, all over the internet, even with Israel’s demons cutting power and cell phone service!
He is critical of American colonialism, and he has not kept his mouth shut about just what this schizophrenic country is, i.e. calling out the hypocrisy of the country, of the times, of the political nature of a society that is led by the lesser (sic) of two evils. He redacted Donald Trump, his name, from the book, as a way of exploring censorship and self-censorship, erasure, how in reality so much of America’s history and dirty laundry and exceptionally violent past/present have been redacted from Americans books and teachings and minds. As Gore Vidal said, we are the United State of Amnesia. Think of agnotology and entertaining ourselves into blind ignorance, into the death of critical thinking, into mental and physical inflamation.
The contradictions and almost bi-polar nature of being a man between two places, or in his case, a man with two faces, demands an unsettling focus on developing self through “the power of the word.”
The word has meant so much to Viet Thahn, so much so that the cancelling of his book talks’ venues has been a double whammy for him, a contradiction, but in line with the reality of the American Nightmare of not just internment camps for people, but the closing of the mind demanded of a superficial, consumeristic, capitalistic society that for more and more people is transactional and filled with the GAD and SAD of broken indidivuals and communities (General Anxiety Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder).
[Newsflash — Celebrity disgusting voyerism culture splays opportunities for even second level books deals for third tier writers: Britney Spears is thankful to her fans for the success of her new memoir. The Woman in Me was released on Oct. 24 and has sold 1.1 million copies through its first week on sale, according to Gallery Books, a division of Simon & Schuster. The number includes pre-orders, print books, ebooks and audiobooks formats. ]
An aside . . . .
The death of his mother was the opening he had to begin the journey of this part of his life, this memoir.
And so, eventually, though, it came time to write a memoir, after my mother passed away in 2018. And I certainly wanted to write about my mother and her extraordinary life as a refugee, as a survivor, as a successful businesswoman, as a hero who in the end was destroyed by herself, by whatever was happening in her mind. And so there is a memorial for her in this book, as well. And then, finally, there’s a history, because I think it’s hard for me to separate the memoirs of myself and my family and the memorial I’m writing about my mother from the history of Vietnam and the United States, that led to war and that led to us becoming refugees.
The casualties of war are the people, the villages, the cities, the communities, the families, the cultures, the land, and the collective and individual sanity of the people, the survivors. The first casualty in war is, what, truth, or is it the victors (sic) writing the history, or the lies, or the invented drama, the self-absorbed victimhood, blaming the victims for their own dilemma? And today, bold, in your face, perpetrated by the two grand fake democracies — USA and Israel — is becoming yet another force of collective evil so so in our collective faces that many turn away, two-faced, fearful of how deeply our country — our taxes — is responsible for so much trafficked death and destruction.
[ Not that the world outside the USA isn’t just as disgusting as the current leveling of entire families and neighborhoods in Gaza: “The Boko Haram Islamic extremist group launched an insurgency in northeastern Nigeria in 2009 in an effort to establish their radical interpretation of Islamic law, or Sharia, in the region. At least 35,000 people have been killed and more than 2 million displaced due to the extremist violence concentrated in Borno state, which neighbors Yobe.
Nigeria’s President Bola Tinubu, who took office in May, has not succeeded in ending the nation’s security crises both in the northeast and in northwest and central regions where dozens of armed groups have been killing villagers and kidnapping travelers for ransom. ]
I certainly do think that this memoir that I wrote, which is about my life and the lives of my parents, who came to the United States as refugees and who went through 40 years of war and colonization when they were living in Vietnam, those stories I tell in this book, and larger stores about Vietnamese refugees, in general, and about the War in Vietnam, do have a lot of relevance to what’s happening today.
One of the things that I stress in the memoir is that civilian stories are war stories, too. I look at the lives of my parents, who were not soldiers, and how they were deeply affected by war constantly. They were displaced as refugees twice. They had to leave behind an adopted daughter when they fled Vietnam for the first time. My mother had to go to the psychiatric facility in the United States three times in her life, the last time leaving her permanently disabled. And I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how the ramifications of war are oftentimes very visible for soldiers, because when we think about wars, we generally think of wars, soldiers, battles, tanks and so on, but the fact of the matter is that wars usually kill more civilians than soldiers.
And civilians bear enormous burdens, both of violence but also of ongoing trauma in the years afterwards. And that trauma is also then passed on to their families, to their children. I grew up witnessing how the Vietnamese refugee community in the United States was a traumatized community that had a very hard time dealing with its past. It was oriented towards look to the future, becoming American, and then having the unspoken consequences of the war rippling through the family and the community.
And probably the last thing to say here is that when Vietnamese Americans become Americans, it’s certainly part of the narrative of the so-called American dream, of which I’m very critical in the book, but part of the complication for me is that, you know: What does it mean to come as a refugee to the United States and then become a part of a country that is a military-industrial complex and is a settler colonial society? That’s a contradiction that I try to work through in the book.
It’s a rocky row to hoe, for sure, being a professor at UCLA, in a state that is a major Military Industrial Complex purveyor of pain and death; the state with that ugly surveillance location, Silicon Valley, plaguing the earth, man, plaguing it; and then the entire Hollywood Propaganda Industry and LaLaLandia nature of the Disneyfication of humanity.
Everything I think about California (I was born in San Pedro) can be put on that one of a million stories of disenfranchisement and racist theft. Chavez Ravine:
During the early 1950s, the city of Los Angeles forcefully evicted the 300 families of Chávez Ravine to make way for a low-income public housing project. The land was cleared and the homes, schools and the church were razed. But instead of building the promised housing, the city — in a move rife with political controversy — sold the land to Brooklyn Dodgers baseball owner Walter O’Malley, who built Dodger Stadium on the site. The residents of Chávez Ravine, who had been promised first pick of the apartments in the proposed housing project, were given no reimbursement for their destroyed property and forced to scramble for housing elsewhere.
So much about Vietnam, for its entire history BEFORE the French and American wars against the Vietnamese, is a litany of displacement, struggle, triumph, and a repeat of more and more conflict and theft and war (invading armies).
And, now, San Jose, Vietnam Town or Little Saigon, what a flippancy:
Oh, Vietnam! The one I visited, my images:
Review to be continued!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A few hours before the reading was set to take place, a spokesperson for 92NY said the event was “postponed.”
In a statement sent to NPR, the 92NY spokesperson said the center has always invited diverse viewpoints. “As a Jewish organization we believe the responsible course of action right now is to take some time to determine how best to use our platform and support the entire 92NY community, so we made the difficult decision to postpone the October 20th event.”
Nguyen instead held the event at the McNally Jackson bookstore in Manhattan.
The poetry center’s director Sarah Chihaya and senior program coordinator Sophie Herron confirmed to NPR that they both resigned from their posts following the cancellation of Nguyen’s event, but did not comment further.
The 92nd Street Y, New York’s Unterberg Poetry Center has been a hub for literary events and readings since 1939. It has a long history of hosting canonical writers such as T.S Eliot, Langston Hughes, Marianne Moore, to more contemporary authors such as Sandra Cisneros and Lorrie Moore.
When contacted by NPR, Nguyen said he hasn’t been in touch directly with the board or any spokespersons from 92NY. On Instagram, he wrote:
“I have no regrets about anything I have said or done in regards to Palestine, Israel, or the occupation and war.”
And so the rest of the poetry season is cancelled. Now the rest of the 92NY’s poetry reading season – which was set to feature Emily Wilson, Roxane Gay, Tracy K. Smith, and more – is “currently on pause,” according to a 92NY spokesperson.
Pause . . . another word for censored, stopped, derailed, cancelled, imploded, sanctioned, forced into submission!
five years here in that prison, for threatening on line, and ten years there for carrying a Palestine flag into a concert, and thirty years jail time for calling for the end of Israel . . . . ?
The threats, uh?
Graham, shown in a video clip of his meeting with Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskiy in Kyiv on Friday, acknowledged his host’s praise for military assistance valued at $38 billion since the outset of the conflict in February 2022.
“Now you are free,” Zelenskiy responded in the encounter. “And we will be.”
Graham replied: “And the Russians are dying.”
Zelenskiy then added: “Yes, but they came to our territory. We are not fighting on their territory.”
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Peskov and other Russian officials directly linked Graham’s praise for the benefits of U.S. assistance to his comments on Russians dying in the conflict.
Speaking on July 7 at a meeting with leaders of the parliament, Putin accused Western allies of fueling the hostilities, charging that “the West wants to fight us until the last Ukrainian.”
He called it a tragedy for the Ukrainian people, but added, “It looks like it’s heading in that direction,” and warned that everyone should understand that Russia “by and large hasn’t started anything seriously yet.”
In one of his strongest speeches since Russia invaded Ukraine on February 24, Putin also directly challenged the Western allies backing Ukraine.
“Today we hear that they want to defeat us on the battlefield. Well, what can you say here? Let them try,” Putin said.
According to the complaint, Dai is accused of posting threatening messages on a Cornell online discussion site. He allegedly called for the deaths of Jewish people and in one post said “gonna shoot up 104 west,” which is a university dining hall that caters to Kosher diets and is located next to the Cornell Jewish Center on the Ithaca, N.Y., campus.
The complaint also alleges Dai threatened to “bring an assault rifle to campus” and threatened to “stab and rape” Jewish students.
If convicted on the charge, Dai could face up to five years in prison along with a fine of up to $250,000.
New York Gov. Kathy Hochul confirmed Tuesday that a person of interest was in the custody of New York State Police.
“Public safety is my top priority,” the governor said, “and I’m committed to combatting hate and bias wherever it rears its ugly head.”
Cornell vowed to maintain heightened security on campus, according to Joel Malina, vice president for university relations.
“It became evident to US officials that Israeli leaders believed mass civilian casualties were an acceptable price in the military campaign,” The New York Timesreported on Monday.
“In private conversations with American counterparts, Israeli officials referred to how the United States and other allied powers resorted to devastating bombings in Germany and Japan during World War II – including the dropping of the two atomic warheads in Hiroshima and Nagasaki – to try to defeat those countries,” the newspaper added.
Despite this horrifying knowledge, the Biden administration still adamantly opposes a ceasefire in Israel’s extermination campaign in Gaza.
[Talk about young, vapid, emotionless Eichmann’s = See those aids in front of the protestors and behind their Jewish Master? Protesters calling for a ceasefire in Gaza raise their hands covered in red paint as Secretary of State Antony Blinken testifies at a Senate appropriations committee hearing to ask for billions more in military aid for Israel, on Capitol Hill, in Washington DC, 31 October.]
Ahh, that other Jew:
How well did Oppenheimer capture the U.S. decision to drop the bomb?
Here’s the funny thing about the decision to drop the bomb: there was no decision. What do I mean by that? It’s not like a bunch of men sat in a room and they said, “Are we going to drop the bomb or not?” That’s not the way it worked. There was a huge amount of momentum to drop that bomb no matter what. [The U.S.] spent $2 billion on it. In Oppenheimer’s case, he was torn because he worked so hard on it, [and] wanted to know that we could do it. There’s pride involved. There’s ambition. The movie captures that. But it’s not like they’re sitting in a room debating whether to do this. They’re going to do it. There’s a glancing impression that we could have gotten away with not dropping these bombs. That’s not true.
However, on 8 August 1945, two days after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and the day before the second bomb fell on Nagasaki, the Soviet Union declared war on Japan. The news of impending war with the Soviet Union sent shockwaves through Japanese policy makers: just before he left Moscow for the Conference, Stalin had received a personal message from the Japanese Emperor, asking him to act as intermediary between Japan and the United States. The Soviet betrayal was an important factor in forcing Japan to surrender.
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Look at this piece of shit mass murderer, BIPOC, WOKE:
“We are not putting any limits on how Israel uses weapons,” deputy press secretary Sabrina Singh told reporters. “That is really up to the Israeli Defense Force to use and how they are going to conduct their operations.”
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Talk about threats and carrying out those threats:
The bomb that the US dropped on Hiroshima in 1945 had the explosive power of 15,000 tons of TNT.
Israel has deployed at least 12,000 tons of explosive on Gaza since 7 October, according to Hamas’ media office in Gaza.
Israel has admitted to dropping more than 6,000 bombs on tiny Gaza in just the first few days of its attack.
But Israel’s modern high explosives are almost certainly more powerful than TNT, so it’s very likely that what it has dropped already matches or exceeds the Hiroshima bomb.
The Israeli army dropped six one-ton bombs on a housing block in the Jabaliya refugee camp in northern Gaza on Tuesday, killing and injuring close to 400 people, according to Gaza’s health ministry.
It’s not some idiot from Cornell making these threats =
Just who should be locked up for 5, 10, 40, 100 years?
“I say this to Prime Minister (Benjamin) Netanyahu: Finish them. Finish them. Hamas did this. You know Iran is behind it. Finish them.”
Of course this woman needs to be eliminated. Are you going to call the FBI on me?
‘Call for Genocide’
Palestinian author and journalist, Ramzy Baroud has described Haley’s comments as “an outright call for genocide.”
“Haley epitomizes the stereotypical politician, who would not mind igniting wars to rise to the top,” he said, and “here she smells an opportunity to rally rightwing extremists in the US behind her, purely for political reasons.”
“But to call on Netanyahu to carry out blatant genocide against Palestinians in the besieged, impoverished and most crowded region in the world, is horrific beyond belief,” he added.
“This matter must be pursued immediately by legal action by civil society groups to ensure that such genocidal calls are not repeated, neither by her nor any other US fanatics.”
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So am I getting a call from the Felony Bureau of Incompetence, FBI, if I call for the obliteration of all politicians and all people calling for “finish them … finish them”? Former U.N. Ambassador NIKKI HALEY, who’s running for the 2024 GOP presidential nomination, said on Fox News this morning:
“This is sick, and we have to treat sick people the way they deserve to be treated and eliminate them.”
Such statements backed by powerful people from Israel’s most powerful ally raise concerns for civilians in the region: Israeli airstrikes demolished entire neighborhoods in the Gaza Strip today (10/11), with upwards of 1,000 Palestinians killed. Israel also cut off the entry of food, water, fuel and medicine into the region, and Gaza’s only power plant ran out of fuel today.
Israeli officials have also been bold in their statements, with Foreign Ministry spokesperson EMMANUEL NAHSHONtoday issuing a call for the “complete and unequivocal defeat of the enemy, at any cost.”
“This war is not only against Hamas,” he said, without explaining who else Israel views as an enemy.
Post Holocaust Gaza? This language is acceptable?
Lord Peter Ricketts, the former chair of the UK’s intelligence committee under Tony Blair and former national security adviser to David Cameron, went on BBC radio’s hugely influential Today program on 30 October to discuss what happens after Israel achieves its objectives in the Gaza Strip.
The presenter earnestly put forward the Israeli plan to “hold that territory without the population in it.”
The noble lord dissented on the grounds that the only place those people could be sent to is Egypt (allowing them back to their original towns and villages in what is now Israel obviously never crossed his mind), and no Egyptian regime, however subservient (not his words), could ever accept that.
Instead, he proposed that “moderate Arab countries could come together and promote some sort of stability” in a post-holocaust Gaza. There would “have to be some sort of moderate Arab coalition which could produce some moderate Palestinians who were willing to work with Israel.”
Watch the video about 7 October YouTube would rather you didn’t see —
The video draws on the reporting of The Electronic Intifada and The Grayzone to detail this growing body of evidence.
But it’s also important to note that most of this reporting is actually based on Israel’s own media reports, in this case often published only in Hebrew.
Porat and her partner fled the festival and sought shelter in Be’eri, a nearby Israeli settlement. But they and 10 others were taken prisoner by Palestinian fighters whose objective, she told Israeli radio, “was to kidnap us to Gaza. Not to murder us.”
But several hours later, Israeli special forces arrived, and immediately opened fire without negotiating, resulting in a bloodbath of Palestinian fighters and Israeli prisoners alike. Porat was unambiguous: “They eliminated everyone, including the hostages.”
You can watch Porat’s full interview – subtitled in English – with Israeli state broadcaster Kan in the video below, or read the full transcript in the original article by my colleagues Ali Abunimah and David Sheen.
Ahh, it’s okay to be a four star gutless wonder general to call for WAR on 1.2 billion people? How many years in prison will this human stain get?
A four-star Air Force general sent a memo on Friday to the officers he commands that predicts the U.S. will be at war with China in two years and tells them to get ready to prep by firing “a clip” at a target, and “aim for the head.”
In the memo sent Friday and obtained by NBC News, Gen. Mike Minihan, head of Air Mobility Command, said, “I hope I am wrong. My gut tells me will fight in 2025.”
Air Mobility Command has nearly 50,000 service members and nearly 500 planes and is responsible for transport and refueling.
Minihan said in the memo that because both Taiwan and the U.S. will have presidential elections in 2024, the U.S. will be “distracted,” and Chinese President Xi Jinping will have an opportunity to move on Taiwan.
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Do I get jail time for calling each and every uniformed mercenary a legit target for anyone out there, sicarios or any punk, to go to their kids’ soccer games to take them out for the good of humanity?
Do these anti-China people get jail time?
Besides Ohio, anti-China rhetoric has been used by politicians such as Republican California U.S. Rep. Michelle Park Steel, a Korean American who has labeled her Democratic opponent Jay Chen, a Taiwanese American, as a communist and “China’s choice” in a heavily Vietnamese neighborhood.
There has been an AAPI-led protest against Steel’s campaign last week and a community co-signed letter denouncing her claims.
“We didn’t expect this kind of modern-day McCarthyism and red-baiting to dominate the rhetoric in this election, nor did we expect this kind of sowing of hate and divisiveness among local AAPI communities as a campaign strategy embraced by a congressional member, who is herself an immigrant from Korea,” according to the letter shared with Nikkei Asia. “No AAPI community will condone such shameless practice. It must stop.”
Republican Senate candidate Mehmet Oz in Pennsylvania also used the same tactic. He released an ad in March labeling his Republican primary opponent David McCormick as a “China Bro.”
Ryan, Vance, Steel and Oz did not immediately respond to a request for comment.
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Yes, these people all need bats to the heads or botulism to the brains. Do I get jail time for those intimations? Just a thought experiment, right? A trial balloon for one of my novel characters, okay?
This article is dedicated to the factor of think tanks in the US foreign policy towards China. A rapid change in attitudes to China within the US political elite is recorded, which indirectly reflects the influence of think tanks on it. Based on the analysis of reports of leading think tanks, the evolution of their views on China is demonstrated. The main conclusion is that the think tanks support an anti-Chinese consensus, strengthened during the presidency of D. Trump, and advocate stricter measures against China. Overall, the American expert community sticks to the same approaches to China and gives approximately similar recommendations to the US government.
There is every reason to believe that China has come to be perceived by American elites as a direct and primary threat to US national interests. The American political establishment has abandoned the premise that interaction with competitors and their inclusion in international institutions and global trade will inevitably turn them into bona fide players and reliable partners. The old paradigm has been replaced by a new consensus, backed by the presidential administration, both parties, the military establishment, think tanks, and the mainstream media, which suggests that China is a threat to the United States, that the US China policy has failed, and that Washington needs a new, tougher containment strategy for Beijing.
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You do your research on all the CEOs and the politicians and media mutts who have called for ramping up more death upon Russians, Iranians, Venezuelans, North Koreans, Palestinians, Araba in General, Chinese in General, and, shit, everyhere.
…. we can’t stop laughing and crying and screaming each and every second as we read the hell U$A-IF unleashes to the world = (Un-United $nakes of AmeriKKKa-Isra-Hell First)
Counting — more than 8,000 murdered in Gaza, and Biden is in Minnesota sniffing fucking manure and cheese infused middle-age women’s hair! And there is a drone caucus in Congress!
Yesterday, Reps. Howard P. “Buck” McKeon (R-Calif.) and Henry Cueller (D-Texas) announced that the former Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Caucus will now be called the Unmanned Systems Caucus.
Co-chairs of the caucus, McKeon and Cueller said in a statement that the goal of the caucus is to educate members of Congress, stakeholders and the public on the value of unmanned systems.
“I’m excited by the continued development and evolution of unmanned systems,” said McKeon, in the release. “The science and technology behind these systems are literally saving lives in civil and military communities. Our caucus is dedicated to educate and informing members of Congress, the private sector and the public about the importance and value of unmanned systems to the country.”
The caucus, which was formed in 2009, had grown to represent all three domains in unmanned systems. The name change is intended to reflect that, says the release.
“We have seen tremendous growth in the land, air and maritime sectors of the industry over the last two years,” McKeon continued.
“Unmanned Systems have saved countless lives on the battlefield. I believe these systems and their capabilities go far beyond Department of Defense use, and I demonstrate continued success as they become more prevalent within our civilian communities,” McKeon added.
“[Social media algorithms] are akin to each time you smoke a cigarette, the cigarette itself increases in nicotine content,” says Vikram Bhargava, an assistant professor at George Washington School of Business who researches ethics and technology policy. “Social media is vastly more sophisticated [than cigarettes] and has the ability to influence the psychologies of large populations.”
Sophisticated, uh?
Imagine that, stories on Hurricane Otis as part of a military experiment!
Ahh, the attorneys general and the dirty $2000 an hour lawyers, criminals one and all, and many times, these AG’s work with Criminals with a Jewish-First and Zionist- Always smile on their billboard advertisements.
Harm to children? Trauma? Hmm, is that commercialism, U$A-IF daily business, retail virus, all the hell K12 and Academia unleash?
What is trauma, then? The PFAS’s on the no-stick pans? The Round-up in the Cheerios? All the atrazine on the playgrounds?
Harm? Is that the hasbara and Edward Bernays Engines of double-speak, news-speak, agnotology, Stockholm Syndrome?
GAD and SAD created by a vat of hormone distrupters and constant pounding of 4, 5 and soone 6 G EMFs? Is that what, 3 childhood vaccines to now what, a total of 60, 90? Boost after boost after boost? After booster after mRNA bio/genehack!
Studies show that high fructose corn syrup increases your appetite and promotes obesity more than regular sugar. “High fructose corn syrup also contributes to diabetes, inflammation, high triglycerides and something we call non-alcoholic fatty liver disease,” says Dr. Hyman, adding that it increases all the fat in the liver, which now affects over 90 million Americans.
“It can even cause fibrosis or what we call cirrhosis. In fact, sugar in our diet is now the major cause of liver failure and that makes sugar the leading cause of liver transplants,” he continues.
Just the HFCS, man, high fructorse corn syrup: OBESOGENS!
Obesogens are chemicals that “directly or indirectly increase fat accumulation and cause obesity” by interfering with metabolism and metabolic processes, according to a recent study. Many also disrupt the hormone system, causing a wide range of health problems.
Most obesogens have been studied in animals and in cells, with some evidence of their effect on humans, and they don’t all work in the same way.
The chemicals activate cellular systems that produce more, or larger, fat cells or promote fat storage. Some can throw a wrench into the processes that stabilize our appetite and sense of fullness, or may interfere with our pleasure-driven desire to eat. Others may change our response to blood sugar and insulin. They can affect the function of several organs critical to maintaining weight and energy balance, including body fat, the brain, pancreas and liver.
Exposure to obesogens during pregnancy and early life may have an outsize role in health problems later in life.
Scientists have found evidence of about 50 of these chemicals. They can be found in many consumer products, as well as in polluted air and water. But one of the most important ways we’re exposed is by consuming contaminated food.
Okay, back to the fucking lawsuit against Mark Fuck You Book Berg:
With the attorney generals of more than 40 states teamed up and alleging that a multi-billion dollar company’s product is addictive and harming youth, the stakes couldn’t be any higher.
That was the situation in 1998, when Philip Morris, along with several other of the world’s largest tobacco companies, ended years of litigation with 46 states through a master settlement agreement that has now resulted in more than $200 billion in payments. Nearly three decades later, a burgeoning legal battle looks strangely familiar—this time with the internet’s social media giants in the role of Big Tobacco.
On Tuesday, 42 state attorneys general sued Instagram-parent company Meta for allegedly damaging children’s mental health with its social media technologies. The complaint, which is 233 pages long, mentions “addiction” over 30 times, featuring evidence from the company as well as psychology experts who allege Meta has intentionally and deceptively addicted children to its technologies with the goal of maximizing profits.
And on Friday, Northern California District Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers will rule on a personal injury lawsuit against YouTube, Snap, TikTok and Meta claiming that the platforms addicted youth, and spurred a mental health crisis with associated injuries. The plaintiffs leading this suit include attorneys from Lieff Cabraser and Motley Rice, two of the law firms involved in 1998’s landmark tobacco settlement. Levin Sedran & Berman, which represented plaintiffs in recent suits against JUUL that effectively made its e-cigarette products illegal in the U.S, is also involved in the case.
Just TEXTING while driving:
Can you imagine the endless lawsuits by those Sicario-Mafia-Murderer Defending pieces of human stain based on our War Culture?
MIC is? EDU, Med, Media, Prison, Law, Retail, Oil, Gas, Chemicals, Mining, AI-AR-MR-VR, Surveillance, Psychology, Press, Transhumanism, WEF, Energy, Banking, Finance, Real Estate, Hedge Fund COMPLEX.
And food is a big part of the problem, though not in the way you might think. It isn’t just how many calories we consume and burn. The nutritional value of food and how much it’s processed also play a role in how what we eat affects our weight.
sure, my measely life, I have been around sadists and it is not something for mixed audience . . . mowing the lawn is murdering the children!!!
Can you feel the hate, the Sadism?
They sit on couches while their Army and Air Force murder babies:
As Israel pounds the Gaza Strip in its fourth major military offensive against its mostly refugee inhabitants in the past dozen years, it is claiming a superior moral code of conduct.
As Israeli leaders would have it, the world should not be distracted by the images of death and destruction, for which Hamas should be held responsible, as it hides among the civilian population.
In fact, as Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu told US President Joe Biden, “Israel is doing everything possible to avoid harming innocent civilians.”
Indeed, Israel sends warning shots to Gaza residents so they can narrowly escape with their lives just before it destroys their livelihoods with bombs. The Palestinians should be thankful.
Israel also claims that it targets specific terrorist installations, anything else is an unintended consequence. But what Israel calls “collateral damage”, the Palestinians call loved ones: the women, men, and children they mourn every day.
Netanyahu says that Israel targets Hamas for targeting Israeli population centres. But while that should not be condoned or excused, the reality once again tells a different story: there is a significant disparity between the death and destruction the Palestinians and the Israelis face.
Israel and its enablers also insist on its right of self-defence, when, in fact, Israel had forfeited that right by becoming an expanding occupying power.
They say Israel only aims to defend its citizens, when in fact it is defending the occupation and the subjugation of the Palestinians.
Book — How To Kill Goyim And Influence People — Torat Ha’melech
Munich Olympic Massacre, September 5, 1972: Eight Palestinian “Black September” terrorists seized eleven Israeli athletes in the Olympic Village in Munich, West Germany. In a bungled rescue attempt by West German authorities, nine of the hostages and five terrorists were killed.
The GERMANS killed the Jews and the Palestinians!
“Don’t Fuck With the Jews” and Other Moments of Muscular Judaism on Film
Cinema’s thorny depictions of Israeli military action reflects the swift shift in Jewish identity around questions of oppression.
Germany is home to Europe’s largest Palestinian community, with roughly 80,000 Palestinians living in the country. For years, German authorities have tried to stifle Palestinian activism in the country, viewing it as a nuisance to its explicit policy of “unconditional support for Israel.” Demonstrations, such as one earlier this year to mark the 75th anniversary of the Nakba, have been sporadically banned in recent years and organizations, like the Palestinian prisoner solidarity network Samidoun, have also come under increasing scrutiny.
Yet the criminalization of solidarity with Palestine on a national level has taken on entirely new dimensions since October 7. After a small demonstration on Berlin’s busy Sonnenallee street on the evening of October 7, the German media and body politic have been up in arms about Palestinians supposedly celebrating terrorism and antisemitism on German streets.
Sadism: There are reportedly more than 7,000 Palestinians held at Israeli jails. Human rights organizations say Israel violates all the rights and freedoms granted to prisoners by the Fourth Geneva Convention.
Palestinian prisoners are held for lengthy periods without being charged, tried, or convicted, which is in sheer violation of human rights. Advocacy groups describe Israel’s use of detention as a “bankrupt tactic” and have long called on Israel to end its use.
Milgram was born in 1933 in New York City (the Bronx) to Jewish parents. His parents were Adele (née Israel) and Samuel Milgram (1898–1953), who had emigrated to the United States from Romania and Hungary respectively during World War I. He was the second of three children. [Psychological conduct states that participants should be allowed a right to withdrawm from a study at any given time, however in this experiment, whenever the participant expressed signs of distress and wanting to quit, they were urged to continue by the ‘scientist’ until they continued, with only a small minority not seeing the experiment all the way to the end. Therefore, even though participants “did not experience” any pain or long-term damage, they were not put in a position where they could give full informed consent, were placed in highly stressful situations and found difficulty in withdraing from such circumstances, making this one of the most unethical experiments in psychological history. ]
Israel wanted to sink the USS Liberty with All Seamen aboard. ‘But Sir, It’s an American Ship.’ ‘Never Mind, Hit Her!’ When Israel Attacked USS Liberty
‘The Americans have findings that show our pilots were aware the ship was American,’ a newly published document by the State Archives says
They are sadistic:
It was under these circumstances that a group of Jewish physicians decided to study the effect of starvation on the people of the ghetto. The study was conceived by Dr. Israel Milejkowski, the head of the health department for the Judenrat, the Nazi-appointed Jewish government of the ghetto. He wanted to leave a scientific record of the extent of starvation in the ghetto and a record of the extraordinary dedication of the Jewish physicians working in the ghetto. Against starvation, the physicians had no remedy other than food, and that was not to be had. All they could do was study the famine-stricken. They decided to use the horrors of their daily existence to advance medical science, a touching demonstration of faith that humane studies would survive the war.
A US diplomatic cable revealed by WikiLeaks last year quoted Israeli diplomats as saying they wanted to “keep Gaza’s economy on the brink of collapse”.
Gisha said: “The official goal of the policy was to wage ‘economic warfare’ which would paralyse Gaza’s economy and, according to the defence ministry, create pressure on the Hamas government.”
The food calculation, made in January 2008, applied the average daily requirement of 2,279 calories per person, in line with World Health Organisation’s guidelines, according to the document.
“The stability of the humanitarian effort is critical to prevent the development of malnutrition,” the document said.
The defence ministry handed over its document on the food calculation to Gisha only after the group filed a freedom of information petition.
Israel also used baffling secret guidelines to differentiate between humanitarian necessities and non-essential luxuries. The outcome was that military bureaucrats enforcing the blockade allowed frozen salmon and low-fat yogurt into Gaza, but not coriander and instant coffee.
the IDF is using this as an opportunity to do some “maintenance work” in Gaza and to mow the lawn, so to speak, with regard to terrorism, with the main goal of boosting its deterrence and postponing the next round of violence for as long as possible.
So 12 year-old Ayoub Useila is not even an animal. He’s just part of a “lawn” of faceless nameless Palestinians, to be bombed into submission as routinely as an Israeli settler on stolen West Bank land maintains his suburban-style yard and swimming pool.
And, you know, is the price worth it? Madeleine Albright: I think this is a very hard choice, but the price—we think the price is worth it. Stated on CBS’s 60 Minutes (May 12, 1996). Albright was U.S. ambassador to the United Nations at the time.
[Leslie Stahl was born in 1941 to a Jewish family in the Boston suburb of Lynn, Massachusetts, and was raised in Swampscott, Massachusetts. She is the daughter of Dorothy J. (née Tishler) and Louis E. Stahl, a food company executive. She attended Wheaton College in Massachusetts, where she was an honors graduate, majoring in history. . . . Albright said that she did not learn until age 59 that both her parents were born and raised in Jewish families. ]
you will hear more of these monsters, soon, on Main Scum Media lying and putting the fear of 600 nuclear weapons into the hearts of the Goyim! Ice cream trucks for the dead!
Using Fascist language (which degrades human beings) Yoav Gallant, the Israeli minister of defense, stated:
“No power, no food, no gas, everything is closed. We are fighting human animals [sic] and we act accordingly.” In utter disregard of Natural Law (akin to the treatment of Antigone’s brother, Polyneices), the dead bodies of Palestinians are left to rot in the sun.
To make things worse, Israeli drivers routinely drive their cars to trample on these dead Palestinians.
And this is acceptable?
The fucking Zionists: Redneck Republicans!
“I don’t believe there are any coincidences in a matter like this. I believe that Scripture and the Bible is very clear that God is the one that raises up those in authority. He raised up each of you, all of us. And I believe God has ordained and allowed each one of us to be brought here for this specific moment and this time. This is my belief.”
“I believe that each one of us has a huge responsibility today to use the gifts that God has given us to serve the extraordinary people of this great country and they deserve it,” he added.
These are criminals of the highest order!
Bowing to their despicable gods of war, lust, money, hate, end times, white supremacy,
According to Hesiod, in the beginning there was Chaos. Chaos was the personification of the absolute nothingness – an immerse, dark void from which all of the existence sprang. Out of Chaos came Eros, the god of love and procreation. We can see that ancient Greeks considered love as one of the most fundamental powers in the world. Then Tartarus was born, a dark place like the abyss and the original god of the Underworld. Goddess Gaia then followed, the personification of Earth. Erebus, the god of darkness, and Nyx, the goddess of the night, were also born from Chaos. From Gaia came Ourea, the god of the mountains, Pontus, the god of the sea, and Uranus, the god of the heavens.
These fucking Greeks:
The full list of the Primordial Greek Gods:
Achlys: the goddess of the eternal night. The first creature that some say existed even before Chaos himself. According to Hesiod, she is the demon of death.
Αether: the god of light. The spark of life for every creature. Etymologically, Aether means the highest and purest layer of air.
Αion: the god of eternity. He was a ghostly primordial deity who personified the meaning of time (sometimes he is confused with god Chronos). In Greek, Aion means “century”. Although incorporeal, he was also portrayed as a monster with a snake body and three heads: one human (male), one bull and one lion. According to a myth, Aion and his companion, Ananke (also with a snake body), wrapped themselves around the cosmic egg and broke it to form the “sorted” Universe (earth – sky – sea).
Ananke: the goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. She was an inevitable divine force.
Chaos: the god of the void. He was the beginning of all life. According to most versions of Greek myths, Chaos pre-existed all.
Chronos: the god of time. Not to be confused with Aion (god of eternity) or Cronus (the Titan that we will meet later).
Erebus: the god of darkness and shadow. He symbolizes the silence and the depth of the night together with his sister, the goddess Nyx. He is usually represented as a winged, dark and huge being, a duo with Nyx.
Eros: the god of love and procreation. Not to be confused with Eros, the winged god of desire that we will meet later.
Gaia: the goddess of the earth (Mother Earth). She is the mother of all – the primeval mother. At a cosmogenic level, she symbolizes the material side of the Universe whereas Chaos symbolizes the space of the Universe. Eros symbolizes the driving force that unites everything, giving birth to the rest.
Hemera: the goddess of day.
Hypnos: the god of sleep and father of Morpheus.
Nemesis: the goddess of retribution.
Nesoi: the goddesses of islands.
Nyx: the goddess of night. She was a sovereign, primordial and cosmogenic entity, respected and feared by most gods. She is the sister of Erebus, the god of darkness and shadow.
Ourea: the gods of mountains.
Pontus: the god of the sea and father of the sea creatures.
Tartarus: the god of the darkest and deepest part of the Underworld – the original god of the Underworld. The Underworld was the place where the wicked are imprisoned and tortured eternally after their death.
Thalassa: the goddess of the sea and consort of god Pontus.
Thanatos: the god of death. He is the twin brother of Hypnos (god of sleep) and lives in the dark Tartarus.
Uranus: the god of the heavens. He soon became ruler of the world and father of the Titans.
The first Titans, children of Uranus and Gaia, were twelve; six males and six females.
Cronus: the Titan god of the harvest. Cronus, although the youngest of the first twelve Titans, became the ruler of the world after overthrowing his father, Uranus. He then married his older sister, Rhea.
Rhea: the Titan goddess of fertility and generation. She determines the flow of things and her name literally means “the one that flows” in Greek.
Oceanus: the Titan god of the oceans. He was the eldest son of Uranus and Gaia. His dominion extended in every corner of the Earth and all parts of the horizon. Oceanus was the personification of water and he paired with his sister, the Titaness Tethys.
Tethys: the Titan goddess of the rivers and fresh water. She was the wife of Oceanus and the mother of more than 3000 River gods (rivers personified by the Ancient Greeks), the Oceanids (nymphs of springs, streams and fountains) and the Nephelai (nymphs of clouds).
Hyperion: the Titan god of light. His dazzling light shone in all directions. His name means “the one who goes above the earth” in Greek. He symbolized eternal splendor. He fell in love with his sister, the Titan goddess Theia.
Theia: the Titan goddess of the aether. Theia bore the Titan Hyperion three shining children: Helios (the Sun), Eos (the Dawn), and Selene (the Moon).
Iapetus: the Titan god of mortal life. He was symbolizing mortality and the mortal life-span. He fathered the Titans Atlas (who was responsible for bearing the weight of the heavens on his shoulders), Prometheus (who gifted fire to men) and Epimetheus (who married Pandora, the first mortal woman). Iapetus was also considered the personification of one of the four pillars that hold the heavens and the earth apart. He represented the pillar of the west, the other three being represented by his brothers Crius, Coeus and Hyperion. The four brothers actively played a role in the dethroning of their father Uranus; as they were all in the four corners of the earth, they held Uranus firmly in place while their brother Cronus castrated him with a sickle.
Crius: the Titan god of constellations. His name in Greek means “ram” and it shows his connection with the constellation Aries.
Coeus: the Titan god of intellect. He was also considered the embodiment of the celestial axis around which the heavens revolve. He married his sister, Phoebe.
Phoebe: the Titan goddess of prophecy and oracular intellect. Phoebe bore the Titan Coeus two children, Leto and Asteria. The Titaness Leto later copulated with the Olympian god Zeus and bore the Olympians Artemis and Apollo. Given that Phoebe symbolized prophetic wisdom just as Coeus represented rational intelligence, the couple may have possibly functioned together as the primal font of all knowledge in the cosmos.
Themis: the Titan goddess of divine law and order. She also had the ability to predict the future and thus, she later became one of the Oracles in Delphi.
Mnemosyne: the Titan goddess of memory. Mnemosyne was generally regarded as the personification of memory and remembrance. Later, Zeus slept with Mnemosyne for nine consecutive days, eventually leading to the birth of the nine Muses. In Hesiod’s Theogony, the kings and poets were inspired by Mnemosyne and the Muses, thus getting their extraordinary abilities in speech and using powerful words. All the ancient writers appeal to the Muses at the beginning of their work. Homer asks the Muses both in the Iliad and Odyssey to help him tell the story in the most proper way, and even until today the Muses are symbols of inspiration and artistic creation.
There are no Jewish civilians in so-called Isra-Hell:
Do you see Sean Penn or Ben Stiller or John Malkovich in the crowd?
They are all armed with hate and AR-15’s:
This is what Blinken-Yellen-Garland-Nuland-Kagan-Joe-Jewish-Biden-Kamala-Jewish-Harris are after: youth acitivies.
So running over corpses, well, you learn the art of dehumanization and supremacy and chosenness YOUNG.
BEFORE the mass slaughter! “The phenomenon of segregation in both private and public spaces in Israel is nothing new. In 2013, the Superland amusement park in Rishon Lezion was exposed for segregating between Arab and Jewish schools. There are, after all, already segregated schools, buses, streets and highways. And most recently, a report exposed that public hospital maternity wards have been segregating between Jewish and Arab women. So why not hotels, too?” (source)
The arbitrary shelling of houses in the camp is among the things that haunt al-Nadi the most. There are effectively no safe houses in the camp; when Israel wants to destroy a home, all the surrounding houses in a large area are affected and liable to collapse on top of their residents. Some of the houses crack and become uninhabitable. Residents can often be seen walking on top of the rubble of houses scattered over large areas covering the camp’s roads.
The world is responsible. Ice cream trucks for the dead?
do not believe anything the Blinken-Yellen-Nuland-Garland-Kagan White House & the the Demon-Crats who are both Jewish and Israel-First as Joe “I Finally Have a Jewish Surgeon Son-in-Law” Biden dies!
It is a stomach sickness, this entire murder incorporated. How do you go ahead with your daily tasks?
I teach a memoir writing class. It’s community ed with the Oregon Coast Community College. People want to get down with their lives, their stories, this slice of life that is a memoir.
It is a great thing to deal with awakenings, and enlightenments, in one’s life.
+a woman whose mother took her to England when she was 16 and pregnant and she ended up having the baby in Englan and then, the mother arranged to call that child her child, so, this secret, this son (he found out at age 18) ended up my memoirist’s brother . . .
+a woman whose Irish family, from North Dakota, and around that area, kept their secrets, that alcoholic father, and the son he never knew he had, and my memoirist born late in her mother’s life, at age 48, and then all those issues tied to her own reckoning, getting into DNA tracing and geneology. . .
+a man who has lived with bi-polar disorder, who ended up in a religious cult, and know, still in his late sixities dealing with that, the anger, and he’s a poet, so he is writing vignettes wrapped around poems, dealing with his family . . .
+a woman who is here in Oregon, after living in Texas, to help her daughter (born a boy) with her transition at age 15 . . . all of that in her life, and her family’s varying POV’s and acceptance . . .
+an other 65 year old who worked a life of hard labor even though he had aspirations and talents to be an artist, and all of those family dynamics being the youngest son and disenfranchised from the famil . . .
+a man I’ve written about (Toothless in Wisconsin) who is zooming the class from Wisconsin to be part of the assignments, and his life story, and his memoir upon memoir touch upon so much in his life . . .
Here, over at my locked other Substack — Man Lost of Tribe: Terminal Velocity,
But it’s tough getting through this time, these ugly Jewish End Times, these Genocidal Torah and Talmud Times, and no matter what one says in support of Gazans, babies, mothers, nursing mothers, those in Gaza and the West Bank, the Jews (they call themselves Zionists, but they are Jews) call us, sub-Jews, unworthy of full autonomy, agency, thinking, humanity, legal status, until we too are the animals they have caged in Gaza.
Just listen to two women, here, and forget about all the men yammering and yammerng about Oct. 7 and this genocidal murder campaing. Listen here:
Watch here:
Here, close to my heart — revolution and writing:
Amid Israel’s brutal bombing of Gaza, Palestinian icon Leila Khaled spoke about the Palestinian struggle for freedom and about the need for intensified international solidarity with Palestine. She also spoke about her history in the liberation movement and the inevitability of resistance.
I’ll be in Portland Nov. 4 for the Portland book festival. Viet will be there, and I am in contact with him, and I am using his memoir as a foundation in my class:
The USA and Israel are wedded, like Gonorrhea, like syphilis of the brain:
The Israeli military and border police forces are killing Palestinian children with virtually no recourse for accountability.
[ Left to Right, Adam Ayyad, Wadea Abu Ramuz, Mahmoud al-Sadi, and Mohammed al-Sleem. ]
“Israeli forces are gunning down Palestinian children living under occupation with increasing frequency,” said Bill Van Esveld, associate children’s rights director at Human Rights Watch. “Unless Israel’s allies, particularly the United States, pressure Israel to change course, more Palestinian children will be killed.”
“For everyone who does wicked things hates the Light and does not come to the Light, lest his works should be exposed.” —John 3:19-21
Israel, under serial liar and war monger Netanyahu, has pummeled the Palestinians in Gaza and the Israeli military just cut all cell service and internet access to Gaza and has begun its most violent bombing campaign yet.
We are in big fucking trouble with these Israel-Firster Continuing Criminal Enterprise monsters in the driver’s seat:
His entire family, man, bats to the head:
The list of Palestinians killed in the war in Gaza stretches for more than 150 pages, at times featuring dozens of people with the same last name: Entire families have been wiped out by Israeli air attacks.
The Palestinian Health Ministry in Gaza released the list on Thursday, documenting the deaths of more than 7,000 Palestinians, including nearly 3,000 children, since the war began on October 7.
Subhumans, one and all:
[ The Biden family poses for a picture on Saturday, November 7, 2020. From left: Melissa Cohen, Hunter Biden, Beau Biden, Naomi Biden, President-elect Joe Biden, Dr. Jill Biden, Maisy Biden, Finnegan Biden, Hunter Biden, Natalie Biden, Ashley Biden, and Dr. Howard Krein. ]
The enemy of humankind:
And, so, pancaking buildings, nerve gas in the tunnels, white phosphorous, starvation, spying:
Pegasus: How a Spy in Your Pocket Threatens the End of Privacy, Dignity, and Democracy by Laurent Richard and Sandrine Rigaud, Henry Holt and Co. (2023)
Authored by Laurent Richard and Sandrine Rigaud from the investigative journalism group Forbidden Stories, Pegasus is the outcome of a probe initiated by the leak of 50,000 possible surveillance targets.
The investigation aimed to uncover the unlawful usage of Pegasus spyware against noncriminal figures, including human rights activists and journalists. Pegasus was developed by the Israeli company NSO – the initials of Niv, Shalev and Omri, its founders’ first names.
And so, spying and lying, the complete Jewish Book Ends to their Tyranny.
With Israeli airstrikes on Gaza killing at least twenty Palestinian journalists—and the Biden administration working to muzzle others—Big Tech is quietly coordinating with Tel Aviv to muzzle Palestinian media outfits.
Israeli strikes on the Gaza Strip killed three Palestinian journalists on October 25 in one of the deadliest days for local reporters since the military’s bombing campaign began nearly three weeks before. As the hours passed, footage appeared showing the moment Ramallah-based journalist Mohammed Farra learned that his wife and children were all killed in an Israeli airstrike in Gaza’s Khan Younes neighborhood.
Meanwhile, some studentsand faculty are opposing the gala and the appearance of the former secretaries of state.
Much of the criticism stems from the inclusion of Kissinger, 100, who is known for his involvement in shaping U.S. foreign policy during the Nixon administration as the U.S. continued the Vietnam War.
Details: This week, there was an anti-war teach-in at Rice protesting the gala. There is also a petition calling for the event to be canceled that has garnered 300 signatures, as well as a protest at the university slated for tonight during the gala.
At the teach-in, which more than 100 students, teachers and community activists attended, there were presentations on America’s history and involvement in war, how Kissinger has been involved, and the effects of the violence in Latin America and Southeast Asia.
The big picture: The gala comes as student groups are protesting U.S. involvement in the Israel-Hamas conflict.
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So, how to go on, how to frame a community education class, how to deal with this Zombie Land, this Land of Transactional Contractual Fake Humanity?
So almost 50 percent of residential units in Gaza have been destroyed. People are starving. Babies are thrown out by the Jews. Fifty-seven UN staff killed by Israel …. Three thousand children murdered. SELF-GENOCIDE, that’s what the motherfucking forked-tongue Jewish Israelis.
SO, here thought experiment:
Oprah Fucking Stain Winfrey, billion$, and remember her show (is it still on TV?). Imagine, hiring me for, say a few hundred thousand a year, and I’d deliver 12 short documentaries (she’s gotta pay for that crew) and I’d help 12 people write their memoirs. Books. Twelve of them in 18 months.
Think of that. A fifty year old and she has an 11 year old with seven or eight major physical and intellectual disabilities, crippled, crawling around with arms, and a mental capacity of 11 months old and diapers and pounding his own head from time to time. And the other son, 14, a highly intelligent austistic child, home schooled, and here we are, a life, trapped, but not trapped, and how do thiese people go on and on? Her husband dropped out of parenting.
There’s one little slice of life that the billionaires and the product advertisers and the others in that celebrity cultism, boy oh boy, what a memoir they might have to absorb. And Oprah would be there, having ME do the interview, with a few little pines in from the billionaire.
I’ve got 11 more easily — lives and dreams deferred, lives in upheaval, lives torn by the criminal injustice system, through all the systems of oppression, all the ins and outs of a brutal society. And they still hang on. Still keep going.
homeless veteran who has read three thousand books in the past 5 years and has been in the woods for six years
shut in hoarding woman with seven dogs and she used to be a concert violinist
tiny home community of six homes working on agricultural centered living — those are six separate narratives, memoirs, each one totally unique, in the slipstream of the world, of the world that is NOT Oprah-Landia and LaLaLandia.
ex-pro footballer who has been in prison, who has dealt with TBI and drug addiction and who is looking for his granddaughter
woman fisher who ended up sexually harassed on a fishing boat in Alaska, and she is now fighting with a lawyer and her own shift in her 35 year old life
goddamn, so many stories that need to be in the national consciousness, on TV, in movies . . .
you want a tap dancer’s story?
“Listen to my feet, and I will tell you the story of my life.” — John Bubbles, father of rhythm tap
I’m looking at Michael Mailloux’s artwork at the Waldport Chamber. Bright primitive images with golfing themes. All are whimsical, dreamy but simple and childlike. He hands me a booklet, a story of his own rebirth into a spiritual being. “The Dream” tells the reader about a series of nightmares that brought him to surrender to Christ.
My story is about a 69-year-old man who’s struggled with identity and an obsession to be a dancer. He’s a veritable ground-truthing encyclopedia of the art of hoofing.
His walkabout comes with a diverse set of characteristics:
• growing up in San Francisco, Guam and West Virginia with four sisters;
• hyperactive kid who flunked a few grades and never could sit still to read;
• a 6-foot, 2-inch basketball player with ADHD;
• a passion to learn from the best tap dancers;
• interrupted dreams of Broadway musical fame;
• shy white guy jumping into a world of African-American hoofers;
• years scraping by living in odd places;
• 20 years in California teaching dancing to women’s clubs and others;
• struggles with depression/hope rolled up in a simple conjoining of Jesus Christ’s philosophy.
“The message is simple. Like he said, the word of God should be understood by a child. All these religions and denominations are filled with laws, complications.”
He’s willing to critique Christianity, as it has played out throughout history and in our current times, as materialistic and judgmental. “I believe we have a duty not to judge people.” His bedrock is simple: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
We first met at the chamber, quickly diving into current events, philosophy and psychology — the lockdowns, Sartre, Hermann Hess, Carl Jung, Dante. Consequently, I decided to pen a feel-good New Year’s story with Michael at its center.
The beauty of being a writer is I spelunk into lives far afield from our own. After almost half a century of doing this, I have intersected with thousands of people. Sometimes the process takes minutes, or hours in the case of Michael.
Three hours later, I have a notepad filled with dates, names, places, a life.
He and his wife, Kate, have lived near Ona Beach for one-and-a-half years, after two decades in Arroyo Grande (near Pismo Beach, Calif.). He donates his time to such projects as Grace Wins Haven in Newport.
Ain’t Misbehavin’
Eddie Brown, Baby Lawrence, Bubba Gains, Duke Ellington, Gregory Hines, Bill Robinson (Bojangles), Buster Brown, Charles Cookie Cook, Honi Coles, Bunny Briggs, and so many other major/minor characters in the tap dancing scene have influenced this nimble guy, who has crisscrossed the United States, from LA, Las Vegas, West Virginia, Florida, Arizona, New York.
It was after two years in the Army (ending in Alaska) that he came back to Helvetia, W.Va., and announced to his mother he wanted to be a tap dancer.
“After I left Fort Richardson I did one semester at Davis and Elkins College on the GI Bill. I went home for the summer and helped my mom in her restaurant. I came down the stairs one day and said, ‘I want to be a tap dancer.’”
He learned the basics of tap dancing from 74-year-old Mary Elizabeth Fassig in Wheeling, W.Va. He landed a $50 a month room and worked as a short-order cook and dishwasher at a hospital. He majored in speech and theater at West Liberty College, and by chance, Mary was choreographing the play, “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” and invited Michael on a trip to New York to see four Broadway shows.
“The first Broadway show I ever saw was ‘A Chorus Line.’ When the show was over and I walked out and saw all the people, the bright lights, I told myself, ‘I’m coming to New York.’”
He did, and landed at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. “I had no money and stayed at the YMCA.” He eventually connected with a member of the 12th Night Club (founded in 1891). Michael lived above the Carnegie Deli.
He met a young guy, Bernard Manners, who was dancing with the Legendary Hoofers. These middle aged tap dancers rehearsed at Jerry LeRoy Studio. “My eyes opened wide like globes,” Michael said after witnessing rhythm time steps. While he takes his hat off to Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, he credits the “Black styling of tap” for his own passion.
Any journalist worth his salt researches, even for a short piece. Readers can find “Tap Dance in America: A Short History,” by Constance Valis Hill, instrumental for background. Check out the book by the same author, “A Contest of Beat and Feet, Tap Dancing America: A Cultural History.”
Michael has worked cleaning furniture in a rental business, developed film at the Las Vegas Hilton, worked in a Turkish restaurant/rehearsal studio — Fazil’s. He was even the Tap Dancing Car Salesman in California.
It was at Fazil’s where he saw the Copasetics practice their steps.
The root of his obsession is Baby Lawrence, who he never met in person, but for which Michael constantly practiced using a tape of one of his records to imprint upon him all the right moves and steps.
One of the biggest regrets Michael has is the fact the Black hoofers didn’t take him into their fold professionally. “All I wanted to do was dance. When Bunny Briggs told me I reminded him of Baby Lawrence, I knew I was onto something.”
He never made it on the Great White Way, laughing how he auditioned for a part in the musical, “42nd Street.” “I was too tall for the chorus.”
In synch
Several events in his life stick: When he was heading for a show at the Bowery Lane Theater, he ran into a well-dressed fellow outside. “He told me he was a doctor whose wife had just left him. I felt so much sadness.”
He repeats this story with tears in his eyes: “I wish I had taken him to a shelter for a warm meal and place to stay. For selfish reasons I wanted to go to the tap dance gig.”
Another story is from the Big Apple, when he spotted a Puerto Rican boy who found a leaf on the ground. His mother was in a hurry and yelled at the son to come along. “He wanted to put the leaf back onto the tree. What love he showed for that tree because it lost a leaf.”
Michael struggled with depression and lots of mood swings. While he says his wife, Kate, is the key person in his life, he still recalls the power of his mother: “My mother raised five children barely one year apart in age. When we moved to West Virginia, our family lived in a hunting cabin with no electricity, running water or bathroom. Mom cooked our meals on a large wood-burning stove, and it was our only heating source through the cold winter months. She would heat the water so we could bathe in a metal boiler tub.”
He tells me he’s grateful for authentic fellowship. He and his wife struggle on two social security checks. However, his faith leads him to believe good things will come to him. His dream is to help the homeless and those without means of support. He calls this project Getting in Synch — Serve Your Needy Community.
Tap dancing and song are still part of his life. He penned and choreographed a musical, “That Rhythm Thing.” He’s currently tweaking it. The play is about artists and dancers who came to New York to follow their dreams, but like in most cases, the starving artist stumbles. They are in Central Park, in a tent city, supporting each other with anything they have.
He beats out a rhythm and shows me some steps. I’ll finish with lyrics from Copasetics Chair Dance:
When you feel blue,
The best you can do
Is tell yourself to forget it,
Life’s a funny thing
It’s really great when you sing,
And everything will be copasetic …
Never look down,
Chin up and don’t frown,
Don’t let life get pathetic.
Show a happy face to the whole human race,
And everything will be copasetic …
I got hundreds of stories, Oprah!
Gaza has millions of individual memoirs worthy of mainstream TV-Cable-Streaming!
Note: These were published 11 years ago, in the Spokesman Review (Spokane). This is continuation of a topic by columnist Paul Haeder about Eastern Washington’s Channeled Scablands, which have received more attention from the scientific community in the last few decades for its unique geological features.
Read Part 1 below:
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I was lucky to have been a university undergraduate in Tucson, Ariz., and hang around thinkers like paleo-ecologist Paul Martin, who also advanced a radical theory in the sciences focused in the Pleistocene, the same period that has been explored by Eastern Washington University professor Eugene Kiver and their former student Bruce Bjornstad in a quest for extra information about the super floods and current geologic make-up of the Northwest.
Martin’s theory was dubbed the ‘Blitzkrieg extinction,’ and he posits that starting around 13,000 years ago, an explosion of extinctions on this continent took place – 40 terrestial large mammals bit the proverbial dust. The wooly mammoth was one, but others included a collie-sized elephant species; short-faced bears double the size of grizzlies; giant armadillos; Prius-sized armor-plated glyptodonts; giant peccaries; a lion bigger and swifter than the African species; a dire wolf as tall as a great Dane.
Coming to the Northwest from the Southwest, I spent a lot of time trying to understand the people – farmers, environmentalists, planners – who work, play and live along the reaches of these gargantuan flood plains. This landscape has some Martian-like features creating climate and flora cover that truly define a place that finally has begun to start receiving recognition regionally and at the national level.
Here’s info from the first chapter of Kiver and Bjornstad’s book, under the heading,
“Monster Floods”:
Like nowhere else on Earth, eastern Washington is a dynamic land of contrasts shaped by colossal, cataclysmic floods, first of hot, searing basaltic lava, followed millions of years later by frigid, massive glacial outbursts. The Channeled Scabland was the end product of both of these earth-changing processes; one without the other would have produced a landscape far less unique and dramatic than that observed today. The Channeled Scabland includes Dry Falls, Grand Coulee, those potholes and Palouse hills and ripples from Montana, Idaho, Washington and Oregon.
Here’s the enormity of those 89 to 100 floods: Glacial Lake Missoula was up to 2,000 feet deep and covered a whopping 3,000 square miles of western Montana. Every several years, the water behind the ice dam grew deep enough to “float” the ice wall.
Water then escaped over and under the ice dam, and, then the gushing-out period — the mother of all sluices. What took 125 years of glacier-melting speed to fill, the lake “would suddenly let loose, releasing an earth-shaking glacial outburst flood, also known as a jökulhlaup, up to 500 cubic miles of bashing, grinding, roaring water through Idaho, across the Channeled Scabland of eastern Washington and down the Columbia River all the way to the Pacific Ocean,” according to Bjornstad.
In layperson’s terms – that water was equal to the combined water volume of Lakes Erie and Ontario. That’s a flow rate 10 times the combined flow of all the rivers of the world. Think hard: a wall of water up to 1,000 feet high.
The “rush out” of the lake took about three days to drain it, up to a week or two to make it to the Pacific. Both Kiver, who now lives in Anacortes but has a place in Cheney, and Bjornstad get jazzed up when discussing the value of “in-the-field” geology to humanity, the over 100 years of ice floods accumulated evidentiary research, and how our own futures and those of our great-great-great grandchildren are all bundled up in how humans are changing nature too quickly and how we have become the only species on earth to change climate.
They also count the gifts of both the billions of years of incremental change as well as those few thousand attributed to the cataclysmic floods. Our own aquifer is the major “gift” of the ice age floods – it starts from Lake Pend Oreille and makes its way to downtown Spokane.
While the volume of the aquifer is 10 trillion gallons, Bjornstad and Kiver say it is subject to degradation, pollution, overuse; half a million residents and businesses draw 146 million gallons of water daily from it.
Enter teacher Eileen Starr, who is 73 and has more than 50 years experience teaching K-12, writing curriculum for individual schools and districts while also pushing the entire “science needs to be fun and hands on” mantra in Spokane, Chelan, Colbert, Cheney and West Valley schools.
She’s on her own crusade, both tied to the drama-story of the Ice Age floods and how to get young people (she’s also taught at EWU and Valley City College in Fargo, N.D.) back into what she thinks was the best frame for this country’s scientific foundation.
The last push for more science happened nationally with concerted cohesive support after Sputnik hit earth’s orbit and the Mercury and Apollo programs took off. That was the Earth Sciences Curriculum Project (ESCP), and since Reagan, science in schools has slipped tremendously.
Starr’s current project is “Glaciers, Ice Dams, and the Channeled Scablands: A Hands-on Science Curriculum for Grades 4-8,” tied to the Cheney-Spokane Chapter of the Ice Age Floods Institute, a consortium of unpaid ice age floods aficionados looking for this natural history multi-state diorama to turn Eastern Washington’s main ice age flood area into a tourist wonderland. It’s a nice little group of lessons – stream tables, water and ice experiments, even how sand and bolder deposits are formed.
“Science has to be fun,” said Starr, whose husband is also an emeritus chemistry professor at Eastern. This article started off as first-person travel piece on my trip to Palouse Falls, one of the country’s most dramatic displays of the continuous floods while also ranking as the only running falls from that explosion.
It’s a 186-foot spectacular cascading testament to the region’s hardscrabble geology and persistent flora and fauna. As a writer, I then progressed into all these connections to the main-stem of the story – two geologists prepared to take people through the scarred landscapes; Steve H. Ominski, preeminent artist who has the cover art images for both books; Starr, the curriculum Pied Piper; the hard-working folk in Sandpoint at Keokee Press; even a former urban planning professor of mine who has been working with students on Ice Age Floods Trail brochures.
These days the scientific tales of our globe need more storytellers, interpreters and especially young and old enthusiasts prepared to carry forth the accumulated knowledge of the pioneers and practitioners of sciences with more innovation and gusto by professionals with a passion.
Maybe hip Seattle isn’t a litmus test, but when I recently celebrated my fiancé’s new job in a trendy Vitto’s Restaurant and Lounge on First Hill, she pulled Bjornstad’s book out of my satchel, held it up and asked friends and the bar crowd:
“A guy carrying a book like this, sexy or nerdy?”
Hands up for sexy on the science book. These ice age flood fanatics have a greater goal in mind – getting roadside and footpath signs put up, maybe a visitors center, and certainly positive press about what could rank as a Seventh Wonder of the World here in the Inland Empire.
Part Two:
Hooking people in geologic time, one gigantic flood at a time
Great rivers were born suddenly, operated for a very brief time, and then abruptly ran dry. – J Harlen Bretz (1930)
We are a visual race, so imagining the path of floods on a geological bender covering a 600-mile long 100-mile wide path of earth from Montana to the Willamette Valley and Pacific – demands some imagination, and some evidence.
Prominent examples that can all be found within a few hour’s drive or less from Spokane include:
* Channeled Scabland
* Riddle Hill
* Steamboat Rock
* Dry Falls
* Rathdrum Prairie-Spokane Valley aquifer
* Lake Pend Oreille
* Drumheller Channels
These seven landmarks are just some of the many recognizable features of the “megafloods,” which now easily seen from outer space with satellite-assisted photography. As recent, geologically speaking as the flood area is, recognition from scientific community of these natural forces is just beginning.
In the 1920s, J. Harlen Bretz was pursuing the “geological cache of the century” by proposing an “outrageous hypothesis” of the great Spokane Flood. His first thesis of catastrophe went against the elders of geology, and his Ice Age Floods proposition was a thorn in the side of conventional geologic and hydro-geologic wisdom.
Bretz, with a doctorate from University of Chicago and then later a professorship at the University of Washington, became a scientific sleuth and someone obsessed with this “neck of the rocks.”
Critics looked at his catastrophic flood theory as blasphemy declaring it too close to the Biblical Noah story. For 30 years Bretz and others kept at this detailed study of the Inland Northwest’s unique landforms until 1979, two years before his death, when he was vindicated with the highest honor in his field, the Penrose Medal.
Today, we might take high speeds for granted, like a mere 80 miles an hour on the highway in this supersonic age. Put into perspective, though, imagine the intensity and force that carved out Grand Coulee, a 50-mile long trench.
We’re talking H2O and SUV-sized boulders and basalt detritus as big as basketball courts moving at such fury – 60 to 80 miles an hour – that loose stones the size of Airstreams ended up all over the place. I remember hearing something interesting taking place on campus while interviewing at Cascadia Community College in Bothell, Wash.
The groundskeepers had to stop their jack-hammering project midway on a single boulder, which was located in a spot where the landscapers had visions of flat grass, ferns and petunias. Students and a faculty member petitioned to have the demolition halted because the VW Beetle-sized rock was an ice age erratic – a giant boulder ice-rafted from afar and deposited by raging waters.
This erratic is a small tribute to geologic forces – the recent floods and what the fossil record shows indicate that North America was one heck of a continent populated with a menagerie as dynamic as Africa’s. That little northeast Seattle community college and a few students and a faculty member fighting for a rock further ramified my belief that all stories need to be told, celebrated.
I’ve also been propelled by the stories of Alfred R. Wallace, a British naturalist, explorer, geographer, anthropologist and biologist, who was dubbed “one of the forgotten fathers of modern science.”
Wallace was so far ahead of his time he had his own independent theory of evolution through natural selection. He ended up exploring the Amazon starting in 1852 and later Malay Archipelago as part of his quest to know how “it all had come about.”
For Inland Northwest residents, J. Harlen Bretz can be considered our own Alfred Wallace. Wallace’s ship Mischief took him and his cohorts around the world because they were island biogeographers.
He also inspired geologists of today, like EWU emeritus professor Eugene Kiver, fellow EWU professor Dale Stradling, and their former student, geologist Bruce Bjornstad, who are following the trail of the floods and learning how things got formed in the Pacific Northwest.
In the eyes of many professional geologists, amateur natural historians and some outdoors enthusiasts, none of the Seven Wonders of the World or UNESCO heritage sites can hold a candle to the Ice Age Floods. Those continuous cataclysmic floods emanating from a glacier melt 20,000 years ago and ending 5,000 to 7,000 years later still blow away average minds.
Kiver and Bjornstad see this glacial activity as the most incredible geologic turbulences known to the earth. Bjornstad, a Pacific Northwest National Laboratory geologist, writes about the forces of geology and climate that created these wild, weird landforms: Like nowhere else on Earth, eastern Washington is a dynamic land of contrasts shaped by colossal, cataclysmic floods, first of hot, searing basaltic lava, followed millions of years later by frigid, massive glacial outbursts.
The Channeled Scabland was the end product of both of these earth-changing processes; one without the other would have produced a landscape far less unique and dramatic than that observed today.
This energy, the draw of the basalt, all those coulees and dry falls, those boulder-sized erratics and the sleuth work of Bretz behind this new and revolutionary theory in geology are the components that drove Bjornstad to write the book, On the Trail of the Ice Age Floods.
That synergy of both the Ice Age Floods (the last ones occurring between 13,000 to 15,000 years ago) and the magnificence of the earlier geological forces (2.6 million years ago at the beginning of the Pleistocene) that laid the groundwork for those artfully-formed soils, stones, and entire mesas, buttes, coulees and mountains hooked Bjornstad big time.
His story is important in connecting the story of how the ice age floods generated their impetus to calcify into this state’s lore and make it to the world stage of geology and natural history. Bruce lives in Richland working on sediment and soil analysis as part of his work to help “clean up” the nuclear waste at Hanford. His early rock-hound days started in Wisconsin.
He caught the bug and went to the University of New Hampshire and then ended up in Oregon. Then, more of the bug and focus on the slack water of Walla Walla while at Eastern Washington University under the tutelage of Eugene Kiver and other profs. Ice Age Floods were Kiver’s big focus, one allowing him to trudge around the field studying the evidence and mapping great land forms.
Both Bjornstad and Kiver penned a book, “On the Trail of the Ice Age Floods – The Northern Reaches.” This is the second in the Ice Age volumes, which came out in June 2012. Bruce’s solo effort published by the same Sandpoint, Idaho, publisher, Keokee, “On the Trail of the Ice Age Floods: A Geological Field Guide to the Mid-Columbia Basin,” came out in 2006.
END Note:
Look, these articles came out 2012? And, alas, I have not kept up with the geologist, Bruce Bjornstad, and lately, though, it is clear that racism and Trump Derangement Syndrome have overtaken this bloke as he appeared on my Facebook page.
It’s easy for me to hate these thinkers, and I give two squats about their geology or research or science or books — which I am interested in — when they are fucking racists. Here, on Fuck You Book: Bruce Bjornstad —
Paul Haeder “You forget that Hamas started the bombing and war. Israel naturally retaliated. What do you expect? Yes, I stand proudly for freedom, democracy and leaders like Obama and Biden – opposite of Putin and POS Trump.”
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Now, he reacted to my post: “The socialists supporting Lincoln at the time weren’t uncritically endorsing everything about him; they were finding the revolutionary elements of his policies, and also of the social base that backed those policies. The equivalent is the case when we see anti-colonial demonstrators displaying pictures of Putin, or flying the Russian flag. Not only are Putin’s policies having an overall positive effect on the global anti-imperialist movement; but more importantly, his supporters represent a massive part of the worldwide social base behind the resistance against the hegemon. That’s why it’s not even accurate to consider Operation Z “Putin’s war;” he’s only the one who happened to be in charge when the majority of the Russian people mandated that action be taken against U.S.-backed Ukrainian fascism. He’s merely a symbol of something that’s almost infinitely bigger than him, something that’s accelerating the transition away from U.S. hegemony.”
Here’s the racist geologist: Bruce Bjornstad — Putin the good guy? BS!
My response:
“Who’s your good guy, Bruce? Come on, give me a few examples, please? Ahh, you have none. Stuck in academia! Typical. You love this criminal? ……Monsters, you know that, USA, republican and democrat.”
US President Joe Biden on 25 October said that he has “no notion” that the Health Ministry in Gaza, journalists, and humanitarian groups are telling the truth about the soaring number of civilian deaths in the Gaza Strip 18 days into Israel’s indiscriminate carpet bombing campaign.
“What they say to me is I have no notion that the Palestinians are telling the truth about how many people are killed. I’m sure innocents have been killed, and it’s the price of waging a war,” Biden said Wednesday during a joint press conference with Australia’s Prime Minister Anthony Albanese.
“I have no confidence in the number that the Palestinians are using,” the US president added. However, he did not explain why he believes Palestinians lie about the genocide unfolding in Gaza.
Well, ignorance is a huge problem with scientists (sic). This is what I retorted with:
“You are colonized, man, so sad. So sad, dude. I am embarassed for your ignorance. Man, oh, man, what a waste. Get real, please. Embarrassing. Obama? Biden? Trump? Bush? Reagan? Are you just deranged? Here, real stuff: BUT YOU WILL NOT LISTEN, I can tell the arrogance, the arrogance. ………………
“The son of an Israeli general raised inculcated with the value of Zionism, Miko Peled’s perspective shifted after the tragic loss of his niece to a terrorist attack. Driven by that tragedy to figure out what why a Palestinian suicide bomber would take his own life, along with the life of innocents, he began questioning Zionism. On today’s episode, the author and activist engages important and provocative questions like does Israel have a right to exist, and should we refer to Hamas as a terrorist group? — questions that someone with his life experiences is most qualified to answer. A truly fascinating episode . . . . . “
To Bruce B on Facebook: “Do you even read?”
Facebook by me: “Goddamn red neck, Bruce, you are so retrograde, just go the way of the Dodo! ……………”
“You forget that Hamas started the bombing and war. Israel naturally retaliated. What do you expect? Yes, I stand proudly for freedom, democracy and leaders like Obama and Biden – opposite of Putin and POS Trump.” — Bruce Bjornstad
….they are already 3-D printing new Zionist settlements for Gaza!
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What could be gained (and lost) in higher ed due to the changes brought about by artificial intelligence?
And much more.
There are no time outs, no full stops, no more, and, the train is out of the station, so why not just flood everything in our society with AI, AR, MR, AR, and the digital/social media panopticon
And leave it to academia — the force of exceptionalism, the purveyor of the Modern Monroe Doctrine in terms of taking over those spaces in the intellectual, judicial, scientific, media realms, and all other spaces. If they “Oppenheimer Build It,” then the kernel, the germ is always good, no matter that the dual use** characteristics of any technology are already built in to subjugate, emasculate, evicerate, and confine us in their minority report, pre crime, genetic crime, the lot of us being the useless eaters, breathers, doers, sleepers, shitters, urinators, fornicators.
This fucking war criminal again valorized, and leave it to the Nazi Krauts, to call him what? . . . former top diplomat . . .
Henry Kissinger described artificial intelligence as the “biggest challenge of our times,” predicting that humanity could be replaced by machines in the next five years.
The former top diplomat made the comments to Mathias Döpfner, CEO of Axel Springer. A video of the conversation was published by Welt TV, part of Germany’s Die Welt newspaper.
Axel Springer is the parent company of both Insider and Die Welt.
Since the release of OpenAI’s ChatGPT in November 2022, the potential of AI has loomed large, threatening to replace humans in some jobs, particularly white-collar ones, Insider previously reported.
This is why there is a war in Isra-Hell, and why Isra-Hell is bent on flattening not just Palestinians, but the world: Gullible and Sycophant GOYIM.
White House National Security Council spokesman John Kirby told the press on Tuesday that the continued killing of civilians in Israel’s bombing campaign in Gaza “is going to happen”.
“This is war,” said Kirby. “It is combat. It is bloody, ugly and it’s going to be messy, and innocent civilians are going to be hurt going forward. I wish I could tell you something different — I wish that wasn’t gonna happen, but it is going to happen.”
Kissinger, who is 100, said he was concerned AI could become so powerful in the long run that it leads to the sci-fi-esque outcome of humans serving machines — not the other way around.
“I think it can be avoided, but only by understanding the essence of this intelligence, which will also be able to generate its own point of view,” he said.
Kissinger co-wrote a book on artificial intelligence, “The Age of AI and Our Human Future,” in which he, along with former Google CEO Eric Schmidt and computer scientist Daniel Huttenlocher, explored how AI may change our relationships with knowledge, politics, and society.
Huttenlocher’s project: A rendering of the Cornell Tech campus on Roosevelt Island. Courtesy of Technion
On the south side of Roosevelt Island, in the East River between Manhattan and Queens, a massive construction project is taking shape. The shells of three towering buildings are rising amid a forest of building cranes, muddy roads and a mound of dug-up dirt.
This is the future of the Jacobs Institute, part of the Cornell Tech campus that is being built on the mostly residential island.
(Its official name is the Joan & Irwin Jacobs Technion-Cornell Institute, named for the California philanthropists, Cornell graduates and longtime Technion supporters, who gave the lead $133 million gift.)
The joint academic program under the auspices of Cornell University and Israel’s Technion-Israel Institute of Technology marks the first time an international university has granted an accredited degree on U.S. soil
“We, the undersigned student organizations, hold the Israeli regime entirely responsible for all the unfolding violence,” wrote 34 campus student organizations, mostly Muslim minority groups, on October 10. Without a word for the Israeli victims, or the murdered women and children, they added: “The coming days will require a firm stand against colonial retaliation. We call on the Harvard community to take action to stop the ongoing annihilation of Palestinians.”
Kenneth Griffin, the billionaire founder of the Citadel hedge fund, demanded that the administration of the famous Massachusetts university enter the fray in defense of the Jewish state. Griffin, who has donated $500 million (€468 million) to Harvard, was absolutely furious, notably in an interview with the New York Times.
We unequivocally — and emphatically — condemn antisemitism as antithetical to our institutional values. As a university, we also fiercely support the free exchange of ideas as central to our educational mission.
— University of Pennsylvania President M. Elizabeth Magill and fellow administrator
The billionaire Huntsman family, led by Jon Huntsman Jr., a former U.S. ambassador to China, said that it would henceforth “close its checkbook” to the University of Pennsylvania, the beneficiary of tens of millions of dollars of donations from three generations of Huntsmans.
“Moral relativism” has made Penn “almost unrecognizable,” Huntsman told Penn President M. Elizabeth Magill in a letter that cited its “silence in the face of reprehensible and historic Hamas evil against the people of Israel.”
—Ronald Lauder, heir to the Estée Lauder fortune and president of the World Jewish Congress, also threatened to cut off donations to Penn, of which he is an alumnus, due to in part to its hosting last month of a festival of Palestinian writers that included some who were said to have expressed manifestly antisemitic views.
Academia is pure bribery:
Donors are withdrawing millions of dollars in planned funding to punish US universities for their responses to Hamas’s attack on Israel, in a stand-off over free speech, higher education funding and academic leaders’ public responsibilities. Billionaire benefactors including Apollo Global Management’s Marc Rowan and Limited Brands founder Leslie Wexner have called for stronger condemnation of Hamas and antisemitism by universities, and tougher action against students protesting against Israel. Law and investment firms have threatened to rescind job offers they had made to students, or not hire protesters when they graduate.
Yet growing numbers of us still embrace our ancestral identity and, especially in light of current events, wholly renounce its self-loathing antithesis of Zionism. What the Nazis failed to achieve – the obliteration of European Jewish culture – the Zionists are carrying forward. We have a word for that in Yiddish. It’s a shanda, a scandalous embarrassment and shame.
Chaim Weizmann, president of the World Zionist Congress, explained back in 1914:
“There is a country which happens to be called Palestine, a country without a people, and, on the other hand, there exists the Jewish people, and it has no country. What else is necessary, then, than to fit the gem into the ring, to unite this people with this country?”
Of course there was the inconvenient existence of the indigenous people who lived there and had done so for millennia. But to the settler colonialists that now head the Zionist state, these indigenous are literally “animals.” As I write this, those untermenschen are being cleansed out. [Roger D. Harris is with the human rights organization Task Force on the Americas, founded in 1985.]
[ Hospitals are overcrowded and running out of supplies. ]
Of course, the Jews control the world, or they think so. Now, the UN General Secretary must resign so says the war criminals:
A country of lies: He objected that “a large part of the media is offering its readers and viewers a balanced picture, they are presenting both sides equally.”
Last week, Israeli opposition leader Yair Lapid blasted the international media, saying that “of all the distortions of the press coverage of the past days, the worst one is the balance.
“My argument is that the media can’t just claim to bring both sides of the story,” Lapid added. “If you do that, you are only bringing one: Hamas’ side.”
He repeatedly accused Hamas of lying without acknowledging Israel’s very long track record of such.
Hedges:
Israel was founded on lies. The lie that Palestinian land was largely unoccupied. The lie that 750,000 Palestinians fled their homes and villages during their ethnic cleansing by Zionist militias in 1948 because they were told to do so by Arab leaders. The lie that it was Arab armies that started the 1948 war that saw Israel seize 78 percent of historic Palestine. The lie that Israel faced annihilation in 1967, forcing it to invade and occupy the remaining 22 percent of Palestine, as well as land belonging to Egypt and Syria.
Israel is sustained by lies. The lie that Israel wants a just and equitable peace and will support a Palestinian state. The lie that Israel is the only democracy in the Middle East. The lie that Israel is an “outpost of Western civilization in a sea of barbarism.” The lie that Israel respects the rule of law and human rights.
Israel’s atrocities against the Palestinians are always greeted with lies. I heard them. I recorded them. I published them in my stories for The New York Times when I was the paper’s Middle East Bureau Chief.
I covered war for two decades, including seven years in the Middle East. I learned quite a bit about the size and lethality of explosive devices. There is nothing in the arsenal of Hamas or Palestinian Islamic Jihad (PIJ) that could have replicated the massive explosive power of the missile that killed an estimated 500 civilians in the al-Ahli Arab Christian hospital in Gaza. Nothing. If Hamas or Palestinian Islamic Jihad had these kinds of missiles, huge buildings in Israel would be rubble with hundreds of dead. They don’t.
The whistling sound, audible on the video moments before the explosion, appears to comes from the high velocity of a missile. This sound gives it away. No Palestinian rocket makes this noise. And then there is the speed of the missile. Palestinian rockets are slow and lumbering, clearly visible as they arch in the sky and then tumble in free fall towards their targets. They do not strike with precision or travel at close to supersonic speed. They are incapable of killing hundreds of people.
The Israeli military dropped “roof knocking” rockets with no warheads on the hospital in the days leading up to the Oct. 17 strike, the familiar warning given by Israel to evacuate buildings, according to al-Ahli hospital officials. Hospital officials also said they had received calls from Israel saying “we warned you to evacuate twice.” Israel has demanded that all hospitals in northern Gaza be evacuated.
Following the strike on the hospital, Hananya Naftali, a “digital aide” to Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, posted on X, formerly Twitter: “Israeli Air Force struck a Hamas terrorist base inside a hospital in Gaza.” The post was quickly deleted.
[Liar Liar – by Mr. Fish]
Break from the Military Complex War, into the WAR on Babies!
Benjamin Zablotsky, the main author of the CDC report, said that it’s unclear what’s driving the growth in diagnoses.
“We measure the prevalence of developmental disabilities in the population to help gauge the adequacy of available services and interventions,” he said. “The increase seen in this report could potentially require a corresponding increase in available services and interventions.”
And I was starting to write about the apartment I visited. I am trying to get part-time gigs as a personal direct support assistant. You know, the big $22 an hour for this partially retired dude with four college degrees!
I drove an hour north, to the apartment for a meet and greet. I knew that one hour each way, with no compensation for the time or the miles, would be a burner for me. But I went anyway, as the honorable things to do.
Now now, this person has over 600 hours a month of direct support allocated. She has a 15 year old autistic son, a so-called high funtioning smart kid who is home-schooled and afraid of the public; and then a 12 year old child with the mentality of an 11 month old. In a wheelchair, diapers, he’s non-verbal, and self-harm is big time his type of behavior. Up to 19 broken and cracked teeth.
Alone, in her fifties, the mother needs time to get away, to do shopping, other such things. Unfortunately, the child is really at a super high tier, and needs two on one help.
She told me the son has officially hit his 350th doctor-medical appointment mark in July. Lots of trips to Portland to OHSU and Shriners. The kid is full of magical maladies and seizures and vision issues and one misdiagnosis after another.
The non-profit (sic) company gets $40 an hour from the state to provide a direct support person who in turn gets $22 an hour and no benefits. The state gets $300 an hour for running and managing this system and doling out the $40 per hour.
The goal is to get those hours, but have major staffing shortages, and the state will be cutting direct support hours for all kiddos back by 90 percent.
More hell in this Savage Capitalist Society — SCS all the way!
For foster homes, we are looking at $15,000 a month for a child or adult with this many challenges and level of needs. You see the broken picture yet?
The mother has seen more and more people on various Facebook groups come on line, as she has seen more and more birth-defects over time . More and more birth defects globally. Developmental disabilities. Intellectual disabilities. Did you get the memo Israel and Ukraine? We are dying, man, threadbare services, and the mass prostitution ring of media-military-Jewish Billionaires and Non-Jewish Billionaires are killing the world.
This dirty country, throwing trillions into the war machine, trillion, and the death, at what, 5,000 thus far found dead in Gaza, and around 14,000 under rubble. Just in Gaza. Starting Oct. 7.
So, really, how can these monster men and monster women throughout the land — pro-war, pro-Pfrizer, pro-chem industry — how can any of them even begin to spend a minute in this woman’s life, in the child’s life, in THEIR shoes?
The number of autistic and majorly neuro-atypical children being born is higher each year.
DUH.
Fuck the elites, fuck the murderers like Kissinger, fuck the Sam Altmans and the Bidens and Blinkens and Nulands and Yellens and Garlands and Kagans, and all the dirty billionaires, jew or goy, who have been given the power of pollution — pollluting and poisoning our water, air, food, land, soil, education, media, body, mind, soul.
The U.S. is a nation built on synthetic chemicals. From furniture to paint to cleaning products to cosmetics, people are exposed on a daily basis. We all wonder how these substances will affect our health, but never is the question more important than to an expecting mother.
Prenatal chemical exposure can have lasting detrimental impacts on the lives of children and can cause diseases that show up in adulthood. Harmful chemicals cause the most disease when they are present during fetal development, because organ systems are being developed and the rate of growth is very fast.
Studies have shown that virtually all pregnant women in the U.S. have measurable levels of several toxins in their bodies that pose real threats to the development of the fetus. These dangerous chemicals include phthalates, bisphenol-A (BPA) and flame retardants. Their impacts can manifest in the short term as birth defects or later in life as problems with reproduction, obesity, diabetes, hormonal balance or even cancers.
Although we are exposed to more chemicals today than ever, federal regulations do little to study impacts or prevent exposure to chemicals known to be harmful. Many birth defects and other health outcomes of toxics exposure are irreversible, so prevention, education, and strengthened regulation are vital. (source)
Ahh, you want something more general, like, teratogens?
Teratogens are substances that cause congenital disorders in a developing embryo or fetus. A teratogen is anything a person is exposed to or ingests during pregnancy that’s known to cause fetal abnormalities. Drugs, medicine, chemicals, certain infections and toxic substances are examples of teratogens. Teratogens can also increase the risk for miscarriage, preterm labor or stillbirth.
The following factors determine how dangerous teratogen exposure is during pregnancy:
The drug, substance or type of toxin.
How long the pregnant person was exposed.
The amount of exposure (dosage or quantity).
The gestational age of the fetus (weeks of pregnancy) at exposure.
Hereditary factors that could increase the fetus’s risk.
It’s best to avoid teratogens at all times during pregnancy. However, teratogenic exposure is more damaging at certain times in fetal development.
And we have Isra-Hell turning Gaza into pulverized cement and a million other toxins/chemicals.
And, Ukraine? How are those depleted uranium shells?
White phosphorus can burn the skin down to the bone, and the chemicals can be absorbed by the body, causing dysfunction in multiple organs, including the liver, kidneys and heart.
“The burns have a double effect. They have a local effect because of the burn itself, which is generally quite severe and very deep, and then the second effect is metabolic, which can kill the patients,” said Roman Hossein Khonsari, professor of maxillofacial surgery and plastic surgery at Necker-Enfants Malades Hospital in Paris.
He said metabolic disorders can include abnormal potassium levels that cause heart failure.
Khonsari, who worked in Yerevan during the war between Armenia and Azerbaijan, said that if burns are not identified by doctors as being caused by white phosphorus, the victim may not receive the necessary care for organ failure risks.
Khonsari also explained that phosphorus burns continue to pierce the skin and will reach the bone unless the substance is properly washed out.
The dust in Gaza is the dust at the World Trade Center:
The dust also contained heavy metals that are known to be poisonous to the human body and brain, such as lead – used in the manufacturing of flexible electrical cables – and mercury, which is found in float valves, switches and fluorescent lamps. The dust also contained cadmium, a carcinogen toxic to the kidneys that is used in the manufacturing of electric batteries and pigments for paints.
Polychlorinated biphenyls, human-made chemicals used in electrical transformers, were also part of the toxic stew. PCBs are known to be carcinogenic, toxic to the nervous system and disruptive to the reproductive system. But they became even more harmful when incinerated at high heat from the jets’ fuel combustion and then carried by very fine particles.
WTC dust was made up of both “large” particulate matter and very small, fine and ultrafine ones. These particularly small particles are known to be highly toxic, especially to the nervous system since they can travel directly through the nasal cavity to the brain.
Many first responders and others who were directly exposed to the dust developed a severe and persistent cough that lasted for a month, on average. They were treated at Mount Sinai Hospital and received care at the Clinic of Occupational Medicine, a well-known center for work-related diseases.
**Dual use ?
This list is divided into ten broad categories, as follows:
0- Nuclear 1- Materials, Chemicals, Microorganisms and Toxins 2- Materials processing 3- Electronics 4- Computers 5- Telecommunications and Information Security 6- Lasers and Sensors 7- Navigation and Avionics 8- Marine 9- Propulsion Systems, Space Vehicles and Related Equipment
Within each category, controlled items are divided into five groups, as follows:
A- Equipment, Assemblies and Components B- Test, Inspection, and Production Equipment C- Materials D- Software E- Technology
Controlled items are identified with a five-digit control number, called an Export Control Classification Number. The first digit is an indication of the category, the second digit indicates the group, and the last three digits indicate the type of control. The following are examples of controlled items, and the ECCNs that apply to them:
Digital Oscilloscopes
3A292 – Controls digital oscilloscopes, with analog-digital conversion, greater than 1 giga-sample per second, 8 bits or greater resolution, stores 256 or more samples
3D292 – Controls oscilloscope software
3D292 – Controls production, development, or use technology for oscilloscopes
Telemetry Equipment
5A101 – Telemetry equipment designed or modified for UAVs or rocket systems
5D101 – Telemetry software
5E101 – Production, development or use technology for telemetry equipment and/or software
Acoustics
6A00 – Object detection systems [capable of certain performance thresholds]
6D001 – Acoustics software
6E001/6E002 – Production and development technology for acoustics
Underwater Equipment
8A992 – Life jackets, inflation cartridges, compasses, wetsuits, masks, find, weighbelts and dive computers
8D992 – Underwater equipment software
8E992 – Development, production and use technology for underwater equipment
The lab’s leading scientists picked the coolest advances to showcase how Army scientists and researchers are supporting the Soldier of the future with a top 10 list from 2020. (source)
[ The U.S. Army Combat Capabilities Development Command, now known as DEVCOM, Army Research Laboratory, the Army’s corporate research laboratory, has the mission to operationalize science for transformational overmatch. ]
Number 10: X-ray-like imaging system to see through barriers
How about Superman-like X-ray vision in the form of goggles for Soldiers? New Army-funded research is looking at how to make this a reality.
Researchers created an imaging system to see objects through environmental barriers, like sand. They shine an ultra-fast laser through a barrier and read back the reflected photons, assembling an image of what was behind the barrier in just fractions of a second.
Existing imaging capabilities are limited to relaying back objects in two dimensions, but this new research will show objects in three dimensions, giving Soldiers more accurate situational and threat awareness in degraded visual environments. This could help future pilots fly through sandstorms, and robots navigate through fog.
“Previous efforts were at very small distances, and with very heavy and complex methodology,” said Army researcher Dr. Hamid Krim. “This is more of a macro scale, and it could be used on large or small moving platforms.”
Number 9: Levitating, freezing atoms to further quantum networking
Using laser beams, Army researchers levitate atoms and freeze them to the coldest temperatures on earth, nearly absolute zero. Patterns of quantum information are stored in the frozen atoms, creating quantum holograms that can be retrieved. From this, researchers developed a new way to solve a critical challenge in quantum entanglement.
The resulting holographic quantum memory is a building block for future Army quantum networks with exponentially more powerful capabilities in computing, sensing and communications.
“Quantum networks are completely different than anything that currently exists,” said Army researcher Kevin Cox. “The internet is the network right now, and it possesses certain capabilities. Quantum networks will have completely different capabilities and will access a piece of the universe that we have not been able to access before. It will lead to computing power that will be orders of magnitude more powerful than anything that currently exists.”
Number 8: An ultra-thin, flexible switch to access highest 5G frequencies
Building off a material the Army discovered 10 years ago, research partners developed an atomic switch that is capable of connecting to the best available frequencies. It is more than 100 times more energy-efficient than what is used todayand can transmit data at speeds up to 100 gigabits per second—speeding up how quickly users can do things like stream high-definition media and increasing average battery life substantially.
“This switches between frequencies, similar to tuning frequencies on a radio,” said Army researcher Dr. Chakrapani Varanasi. “The increased bandwidth and frequency range are unmatched—yet it consumes a fraction of the energy than what is currently used.”
The one-atom-thick switch is a fraction of a nanometer, and flexible, so it is easily integrated onto wearable systems as a laminate on Soldiers’ uniforms with negligible extra weight. This could revolutionize the way the Army communicates, and could be integrated into satellite systems, smart radios and across the Internet of Things.
Number 7: Autonomous sensors configuring mesh radio network
Imagine autonomous, independent sensors could create their own radio network in a remote location. Army scientists are working on technology that will provide Soldiers with situational awareness through a unique autonomous mesh networking solution. Dropped sensors on a battlefield autonomously form their own network to route communications back to a place of interest, whether it is a command post or a lone Soldier.
This radio network created on-the-fly requires little to no user intervention, adapts to local conditions and is more than 20 times more energy efficient than conventional Army radios—meaning Soldiers can carry less and communicate better.
“Soldiers carry so much weight, and radio and batteries comprise a significant amount of that load,” said Army researcher Ron Tobin. “A capability like this could be much more energy-efficient, which could improve communications for longer durations but also lighten the load for Soldiers.”
Number 6: Real-time object detection model
Like autonomous cars are able to detect their surroundings, Soldiers need real-time scene understanding at the tactical edge. Using artificial intelligence and machine learning, Army researchers developed a novel object recognition model to immediately detect objects of interest.
Sensors deployed on platforms such as drones or ground vehicles capture images and video. The model locates and identifies these objects, processing information on the spot—even where computational processing is limited. Soldiers are then alerted to suspicious activities in the surrounding area.
“Our model can process five to six frames per second, which is comparable to the current state-of-the-art,” said Army researcher Dr. Heesung Kwon. “But we use multiple classifiers that can detect objects better than existing models.”
This capability enables rapid decision-making, reducing mission risk, and could be integrated into future Soldier eyewear.
Number 5: Electrical nudge to help brain
Sometimes we could all use a little stimulation to kick-start our brains. Army and academic researchers found how a subtle electrical nudge helps the brain reorganize its activity to rapidly adapt and better make decisions. Inspired by dynamic network techniques, researchers used this nudge to bypass the normal human sensory and cognitive pathways.
“This is changing the information flow through connections in the brain and can help us understand how the brain operates, especially in groups,” said Army researcher Dr. Javier Garcia.
This research lays the groundwork for improved teaming with intelligent agents—with possible future neuro-technologies that could prevent or predict behavioral mistakes or assess individual cognitive performance to keep our Soldiers sharp.
Number 4: AI to predict aircraft damage and failure
Army helicopters perform some of the most daring maneuvers in some of the most dangerous places in the world. Keeping the fleet in peak performing condition is critical.
Army researchers studied 15 years of flight patterns—more than 1.3 million flights from 4,000 UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters—and identified more than 100 different types of maneuvers. They connect which specific aircraft parts undergo the most wear and tear during these maneuvers. The result is a robust AI model predicting with nearly 100% accuracy which critical parts will fail, how and when.
“We know critical parts on an aircraft have finite life,” said Army researcher Dr. Mulugeta Haile. “We can use this data to effectively predict the best time to maintain an aircraft—by looking at how it has been flown rather than how much it has been flown.”
This significantly reduces costs to sustain the existing fleet—and most importantly, also identifies catastrophic damage before failure, improving mission outcomes and protecting our pilots.
Number 3: Intelligent swarming drones
Researchers look to nature to emulate the perfect dynamic flying formation.
Army and academic researchers develop autonomous, omniscient-like, swarming drones that can reason and make the best decisions without human interference. Equipped with cameras, these drones look around and see each other, and independently reason about each other’s size, distance and motion. The agents then communicate with each other. Through a form of machine learning, they imitate each other and decide how to reach the ideal collective goal.
“The agents have to learn how to process what they see, how to talk to each other and how to move, all through imitation,” said Army Senior Research Scientist Dr. Brian Sadler.
This could lead to completely autonomous cohesion and decision-making to assist our Soldiers in the most critical situations.
Number 2: 3D printed munitions
3D printing revolutionized the convenience and speed at which everyday people create everyday objects. Army scientists pioneer the 3D printing frontier with first-of-its-kind polymers for energetics and metals—including the highest-strength steel ever made—to develop the next generation of munitions.
They were first in the world to demonstrate 3D structural circuit manufacturing that will revolutionize munition fusing and sensing, while also saving weight and space.
“We are printing materials no one else has ever printed, and new geometric designs that open up the trade space for munitions,” said Army researcher Dr. Jason Robinette.
But how durable are they? These 3D printed munitions have high-G survivability—withstanding the most extreme accelerations that even current munitions can’t match. This will help soldiers in extreme environments and tomorrow’s battlefield.
Number 1: Intelligent, navigating munitions
Army researchers use the latest technologies to create the most intelligent munitions that navigate to and hit moving targets. With onboard sensors, actuators, and an imager, a munition runs an algorithm on the tip of the artillery piece as it flies to its target.
Current systems rely on GPS to navigate to a specified coordinate. This munition enables moving the flight path—both in initial guidance and mid-flight—improving the munition’s range and speed to hit a moving target.
“This research will enable us to penetrate faster and have more maneuverability so that we can evade threat systems and reach the target,” said Army researcher Dr. Frank Fresconi.
This will be a crucial element to ensure the Army’s dominance on land, on sea, and in the air.
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There you have it, all those priorities placed on death, on killing babies instantly or slowly, that entire industry of stuff, and the MILITARY rules the world mentality taking us deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Between 2019 and 2021, incidence of developmental disabilities grew from 7.4% to 8.56% among children ages 3 to 17 across the country, according to a report issued this month from the CDC’s National Center for Health Statistics. During that time, the prevalence of autism and intellectual disability remained relatively flat, but the uptick was driven by an increase in kids diagnosed with other developmental delay, the federal agency said.
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