Miscellany. The brain disengaged is a wonderful thing. It’s what one seeks to achieve in analysis, what poets and writers try to tap into. It lets thought and ideation pour forth. It’s (out)spoken word at its best . . . if you can dig it. It’s a tough sell to the unenlightened. But trust me, Cochise. It’s a thing of beauty when done under medical supervision. You’re welcome. #LionelNation
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“CIA Document 1035-960” was released in response to a 1976 FOIA request by the New York Times. The memorandum delimits a detailed series of actions and techniques for “countering and discrediting the claims of the conspiracy theorists, so as to inhibit the circulation of such claims in other countries.” It provided the blueprint of discrediting any idea or theory deemed unpalatable or embarrassing with the blanket and dismissive pejorative “conspiracy theory.”
Proem. Nothing will grind to a halt a discussion or disquisition quicker than calling it a “conspiracy theory.” So how did this come to be? Have we always enjoyed this distinction? Or rather, this almost patellar rejection of anything deemed to be the product of an illegal confederation.
It’s the third rail of political discussion. Kryptonite. A mine field. Drop the topic altogether. Don’t go there. Bring up a verboten or sensitive topic and watch what happens if it’s dubbed a conspiracy theory by an audience. All discussions ceases and you are a de facto nut, a loon, whose opinion is baseless and motivation (as well as sanity) is suspect. So where and when did this conspiracy phobia emerge? Was it always a part of our inquiry-killing repertoire? And what exactly is wrong with a conspiracy or theory of one? There are scores of convicted defendants warehoused today for conspiracies. How successful would they have been in seeking to have their convictions overturned by saying “This was just a conspiracy theory!” No, we’ve changed the meaning of the charge. It’s synonymous with insane, baseless, paranoid and baseless. And the transmutation of terminology was deliberate and by design. Courtesy of your CIA.
Your forebears would be livid. Professor Lance deHaven-Smith in Conspiracy Theory in America details “how the Founders’ hard-nosed realism about the likelihood of elite political misconduct—articulated in the Declaration of Independence—has been replaced by today’s blanket condemnation of conspiracy beliefs as ludicrous by definition.” It was ostensibly their deep-seated and well-founded suspicions that gave way to the inspiration and motivation to create our republic, borne from . . . you guessed it, conspiracy theories.
The weaponization of a term. In Conspiracy Theory”: Foundations of a Weaponized Term Professor James F. Tracy explains accordingly. And remember, the CIA under the Allen Dulles was the beginning of the transformation of the agency from intelligence-gathering to that of covert operations. Remember as well that Dulles, no fan of Kennedy, was positioned on the Warren Commission, which today is synonymous with whitewash and distortion.
Conspiracy theory’s acutely negative connotations may be traced to liberal historian Richard Hofstadter’s well-known fusillades against the “New Right.” Yet it was the Central Intelligence Agency that likely played the greatest role in effectively “weaponizing” the term. In the groundswell of public skepticism toward the Warren Commission’s findings on the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, the CIA sent a detailed directive to all of its bureaus. Titled “Countering Criticism of the Warren Commission Report,” the dispatch played a definitive role in making the “conspiracy theory” term a weapon to be wielded against almost any individual or group calling the government’s increasingly clandestine programs and activities into question.
Sound familiar? But even today the same techniques are employed, specifically this favorite argument: Conspiracy on a large scale would be impossible to conceal in the United States. Its synthetic reasoning and the transmission of such as a potent meme to this day serve to divert, obscure and redirect valid considerations and review of critical issues. And along with knee-jerk and Pavlovian false claims of racism and to a lesser extent homophobia, all discussion stops, valid areas of inquiry are sidelined and shelved, discussion ditched and sanity reevaluated. The history of the construction of his meme is mandatory for any truth-loving American who cherishes historical verity.
The latest introduction of the dread theory. So, do you think that conspiracy theory as pejorative weapon of distraction is limited only to truthers, birthers and vaxxers? Think again. Behold the rudiments of distraction.
“Once those teams went into the compound I can tell you that there was a time period of almost 20 or 25 minutes where we really didn’t know just exactly what was going on. And there were some very tense moments as we were waiting for information.” — CIA Director Leon “Bigmouth” Panetta spilling the beans.
Seal Team squabble. You know the story. Navy Seals arguing with each other over nondisclosure. I have no interest in that. It seems a tad unseemly, especially after these elite commando units, sworn to secrecy, cravenly grabbing publicity. But that’s not the source of my incredulity.
What I do care about is the story itself of UBL, hiding in plain sight in a mansion less than a mile “southwest of the Pakistan Military Academy in Bilal Town, Abbottabad, Pakistan, a suburban town housing retired military officers.” Right. And then an assassination, er, commando, team dispatch him after conflicting stories as to his initial resistance, with no apparent instructions to take the terrorist leader alive, and after they pop the proverbial cap in his arse, they dunk him in the drink à la Luca Brasi. After all, we don’t want his grave to become a shrine. But that was no problem with Saddam’s burial. And they never took a picture of a cleaned up dead UBL to verify his dispatch. Why? So as not to inflame his acolytes. After we’ve killed him. Anent the Navy Seal raid, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Seymour Hersh remarked, “Nothing’s been done about that story, it’s one big lie, not one word of it is true.” I simply don’t understand the narrative.
And I haven’t even referred to claims that the Marfanoid UBL died years prior or was killed in a host of ways, manners and through various pathologies and forms of termination with prejudice. My friend and colleague, James Corbett provides this comprehensive review of the nine (at least) lives of UBL.
In October 2001, Bin Laden appeared in a videotape wearing army fatigues and Islamic headdress, looking visibly pale and gaunt. In December of 2001, another videotape was released, this time showing a seriously ill Bin Laden who was seemingly unable to move his left arm.
Then on December 26, 2001, Fox News reported on a Pakistan Observer story that the Afghan Taliban had officially pronounced Osama Bin Laden dead earlier that month. According to the report, he was buried less than 24 hours later in an unmarked grave in accordance with Wahabbist Sunni practices.
What followed was a string of pronouncements from officials affirming what was already obvious: supposedly living in caves and bunkers in the mountainous pass between Afghanistan and Pakistan, Osama would have been deprived of the dialysis equipment that he required to live.
On November 2, 2007, former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto told Al-Jazeera’s David Frost that Omar Sheikh had killed Osama Bin Laden.
In March 2009, former US foreign intelligence officer and professor of international relations at Boston University Angelo Codevilla stated: “All the evidence suggests Elvis Presley is more alive today than Osama Bin Laden.”
In May 2009, Pakistani President Asif Ali Zardari confirmed that his “counterparts in the American intelligence agencies” hadn’t heard anything from Bin Laden in seven years and confirmed “I don’t think he’s alive.”
Now in 2011, President Obama has added himself to the mix of people in positions of authority who have pronounced Osama Bin Laden dead. Some might charge that none of the previous reports had any credibility, but as it is now emerging that Osama’s body was buried at sea less than 12 hours after his death with no opportunity for any independent corroboration of his identity, the same question of credibility has to be leveled at this latest charge. To this point, the only evidence we have been provided that Osama Bin Laden was killed yesterday are some images on tv of a burning compound and the word of the man currently occupying the oval office.
Some of the greatest acting in the history of human kind.Since the moment of the situation room drama, it emerged that POTUS, Hillary and their staff saw virtually nothing whatsoever of the mission that allegedly led to the assassination of Bin Laden, because according to CIA director Leon Panetta, there was a 25 minute blackout of the live feed which was cut off before the US Navy SEALS even entered the building.
“A photograph released by the White House appeared to show the President and his aides in the situation room watching the action as it unfolded. In fact they had little knowledge of what was happening in the compound,” reports the London Telegraph. Maybe Hillary was looking aghast over the poor satellite transmission service versus the horrors of seeing bin Forgotten plugged in real time.
In an interview with PBS, Mr Panetta said: “Once those teams went into the compound I can tell you that there was a time period of almost 20 or 25 minutes where we really didn’t know just exactly what was going on. And there were some very tense moments as we were waiting for information.”
So, why do I have my doubts as to the military’s official story? Remember Jessica Lynch and Pat Tillman?
Do you notice anything odd or “interesting” about this report title? If so, Tweet me @lionelmedia. It should be readily obvious.
Why? Why are some of the most fascinating subjects imaginable abandoned altogether by the moth-balled mainstream media? Wait, I just answered the question.
The man, the source, the gold standard.Stanton T. Friedman, is a rock star Ufologist of the first order. Clearly and simply, no one has devoted more time and educated and well-thought attention to the subject than he. He became interested in UFOs the year I was born. And until very recently, I had not so much as a passing interest in claims that I believed were all too often the presumed fantasy of some dentally-challenged rube who was plucked from his double-wide, smack dab in Hooterville to be anally probed by some wan-completed macrocephalic pallid critter. This was my mantra, my speech, my rote response to any lunatic and fanciful dream-believer who’d dare utter certitude anent the existence of extraterrestrial star hoppers.
I don’t say that any longer. I listen today. And wonder. And stare in rapt attention and mind-boggling awe at the evidence that’s been here the whole time. As, apparently, do the Vatican and Dan Aykroyd inter alia. We think nothing of fealty to the most insane of religiosity. In fact, such a connection doesn’t exist. And I’m not advocating such. If you want to talk conspiracy, behold the conspiracy to quiet and shut down any discussion as to extraterrestrial life and, moreover, multiverse visitation. That’s breathtaking awe-inspiring, I assure you.
Nothing to see here. Stop the caterwauling, the high fives, the sturm und drank, just stop. There’s nothing to see here. It’s as Professor Quiqley noted, they threw the bums out only to have the latest contingent of bums jettisoned later.
“The argument that the two parties should represent opposed ideals and policies, one, perhaps, of the Right and the other of the Left, is a foolish idea acceptable only to doctrinaire and academic thinkers. Instead, the two parties should be almost identical, so that the American people can ‘throw the rascals out’ at any election without leading to any profound or extensive shifts in policy” (Georgetown University Professor Carroll Quigley, Tragedy and Hope, 1966.)
For Chrissakes, just get over it. Because neither party is able to answer my concerns and interests over a host of issues, viz. war, Wall Street predation, the derivatives bubble, 1033 hyper-militarization of police, the eroding Second Amendment, NSA and repressive surveillance, GMO proliferation . . . shall I go on?
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Sorry to burst your bubble, but voting for these clowns is a waste of time. That’s why we need a revolution. But in the mean time, I’ll visit my local precinct, stare in amazement at the bunch of poll workers who seem devoid of any reality tether and proceed to cast a vote for every fringe candidate and no on every referendum. Why? Out of protest. How sad that this is the current crop and bunch of potential candidates. In a country of over 316M, this is what we have as choices?! The country’s path is scripted.
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According to the ACLU’s original analysis, marijuana arrests now account for over half of all drug arrests in the United States. Of the 8.2 million marijuana arrests between 2001 and 2010, 88% were for simply having marijuana. Nationwide, the arrest data revealed one consistent trend: significant racial bias. Despite roughly equal usage rates, Blacks are 3.73 times more likely than whites to be arrested for marijuana.
Legalize it; just don’t use it. The psychoactive potency of today’s marijuana is without peer. Nothing that you might recall from the halcyon days of yore compares to the style, variety and THC-concentrations of today’s hybridized, specialized and GMO’d cannabis. And while it makes no sense whatsoever to arrest and incarcerate those in mere possession of any drug, much less marijuana, ruining users’ lives, tattooing them with arrest and criminal records and destroying futures and employment and education chances — in no way should the young, in particular, avail themselves of this serious substance, especially when their brains don’t stop developing until the age of 25. Fine neuronal circuitry and synapses are easily prone to being gummed up by today’s industrial brain slayers. Imagine a generation of Spicolis.
And after years of Reefer Madness hysteria and distorted truth and blatant lies, from years of Madame Reagan’s just say no drivel to the historic racist antecedents of Hearst and his bitch Anslinger to the DuPonts and their fear of hemp destroying the synthetics market, we’ve been subject to one lie after another. Is it any wonder no one believes anyone who has anything to say about chronic drug use?
Let me try and explain this one more time. What matters to me, no one speaks of. The issues that I believe are critical to this society and country and world, no one — and I mean no one — so much as utters a peep about them. Politics has as much to do with reality as cricket does to baseball. There are similarities and concomitant traits and themes, but they have nothing to do with each other. Politics is personal, it’s genetic, it’s family-based and traditional. It’s a theme, a mood, a fashion statement. It’s devoid of issue analysis and critical thinking. It’s about left and right. And I officially have become a broken record. Listen herein and let me explain. You’re welcome.
Halloween. When it comes to pathetic, nothing brings it out of the woodwork like Halloween. And I’m talking “adults.” You see, Halloween isn’t a national holiday with religious or patriotic overtones. It’s vestigial and allows adult babies the chance to channel their inner freak. What’s more important is the subliminal trollop who lets it all hang out, who uses the allegedly sexy costume as camouflage, allowing her the cover to claim that she’s merely enjoying the festivities of the event when in fact she’s really telling you this is how she sees herself. Remember, we live in the era of fishlip selfies and social media narcissism. As for the men, look for the juvenile dork who talks about Halloween for weeks or even months in advance. Who details daily the travails of finding the best costume and who will bore the living shite out of you with his excruciating excitement over this annual nonevent. Herein I explain.
Breastfeeding. It’s beautiful! And when I read stories like this, I want to scream. If this looks seductive or sexy or scabrous to you, you’re beyond demented and need immediate psychiatric help. The human breast was never designed by nature to give some puerile punk a stiffy or to be filleted and packed with saline and silicone or to have mamillae pierced thus compromising breastfeeding. No, this is a pure example of natural beauty and we can’t handle it. We’re demented. Herein I explain.
Habituation to privacy loss. The dead horse is beaten again, but I repeat. Have you no sense of privacy? Will you ever stand up and complain and rail and voice any concerns as though you care? We’ve crops of Millennials who’ve never appreciated the warnings of Mr. Blair via 1984 and whose parents are none the better. It’s not inevitable, privacy loss, that is. Herein I explain.
Ebola ramifications. Beyond our pay grade. The issues are far more fascinating than that which is discussed in the media. Quarantine, incarceration, government exploitation of distress, mandatory vaccines, inter alia. Not to mention privacy and constitutional issues of grave magnitude. This is big stuff, Sparky. Herein I explain.
Information entertainment sucks. The perennial question. What happened to talk radio? Where are the numbers of yore? If you ask the question, you’ve apparently never listened to the dreck that passes for current and/or have no idea of modern electronic delivery systems. Herein I explain.
This actually is perhaps the most accurate depiction of the role of modern-day POTUS. He’s a wholly owned puppet of Zbigniew Brzezinski, the Trilateral Commission, CFR, Wall Street, the military and prison industrial complex, asset-stripping austerity jackals and derivatives ghouls, ruling class bankster cliques, demagogic frauds and sloganeers. Let’s see, have I left anyone out?
But that can change. It can change by a top-to-bottom, inside-out reversion and revision. It requires an educated population and cadres of skeptical voters, who eschew the usual tripe and tropes of the nattering bands of elected, selected and appointed rubes. The mainstream media apparatchiks must be exposed altogether as double-agents for the ruling class. Their message is responsible for misdirecting and distracting the limited attention span of a gullible and gutless society of self-indulgent, obese, sports-fixated historical illiterates.
Enter the prized millennial. We’re turning out generations of torpid slackers who’ve been reduced to packs of mumbling sloths, thumb-tapping emoticon-laden glyphs, clueless and vapid dolts whose entire response palette consists of either “hilarious” or “awesome.” And this band of self-obsessed nonentities is lovingly referred to as the much sough after millennials.Marketing gurus love to speak of them as a group with one common brain. A group of attention-deprived zombies who require that the panoply of thought be reduced to bite-sized morsels of evanescent idea quanta. But these, I submit are the exception. There are more citizens of all ages who truly care. More than the marketers have en considered.
Fads, trends and schmaltz. You see, we love to group: baby boomers, Gen-X’rs and the like. We’re a country in love with a fad. Any fad. Fads, trends, name it. We’ll wait in queues for NSA tracking devices, we’ll tattoo our necks as long as it promises us coolness. Adults will Botox, spackle and inject their faces with fillers and expression killers resulting in distorted and hideous mugs, maws and punums. All for a fad.
Hie! It probably is too late. But a sizable contingent lies in the background and in wait. Ready to pounce and act and revolt. They’re the alternative voices and the alternative media whose numbers are colossal and whose ages are varied. They are ready, willing and able to take drastic measures using drastic means: The revolutionary power of rational, critical and educated thought.