Family Of Secrets - The Bush Dynasty & America's Invisible Government

Russ Baker's Family of Secrets book is probably the most explosive Bush dynasty book available because of the five years of investigative reporting he put into researching it. I'm still working my way through the interviews to understand the power matrix between the Harriman's, Prescot Bush and Herbert Walker families for example but one thing Russ states that all my research confirms is these power elites are mid ranking lieutenants and officers. The real string pullers are so powerful they are unknown and the closest I've come to a name I don't know is a Webb (or Web) family in Australia. That comes from a trusted source but no supporting evidence or supplementary information so I have no idea who it relates to.

Here's the blurb from interviewer Dave Emory's site:

Jour­nal­ist Russ Baker has authored Fam­ily of Secrets: The Bush Dynasty, America’s Invis­i­ble Gov­ern­ment and the Hid­den His­tory of the Last 50 Years–a poten­tially deci­sive, multi-generational polit­i­cal his­tory and analy­sis of the Bush fam­ily. This first inter­view of six con­ducted with the author chron­i­cles the gen­e­sis of the Bush dynasty, high­light­ing the family’s busi­ness and polit­i­cal rela­tion­ships with pow­er­ful Wall Street inter­ests, the Har­ri­man busi­ness empire, in par­tic­u­lar. Russ Baker, Fam­ily of Secrets, and this series of six inter­views illus­trate and ana­lyze the net­works of pow­er­ful cor­po­rate and national secu­rity inter­ests that have man­i­fested the Bush fam­ily and, in turn, been advanced by them.

Through­out the deal­ings of gen­er­a­tions of Bushes, one finds the petro­leum busi­ness, spy­craft and the syn­the­sis of pop­u­lar elec­toral pol­i­tics with covert oper­a­tions. Set­ting forth impor­tant episodes in the ascent of George H.W. (“Poppy”) Bush, this pro­gram notes his pro­found involve­ment with the intel­li­gence com­mu­nity and the fun­da­men­tal, sym­bi­otic rela­tion­ship between his busi­ness ven­tures and an appar­ent life­long career as an intel­li­gence offi­cer. After recount­ing Prescott Bush’s work for pow­er­ful invest­ment bank­ing firm Brown Broth­ers Har­ri­man, the pro­gram under­scores his son George’s involve­ment with intel­li­gence going back to his work for an ONI photo analy­sis unit dur­ing World War II. After the war, “Poppy” (George H.W.) Bush uses fam­ily pro­fes­sional con­nec­tions to become estab­lished in Texas.

From work with oil drilling firm Dresser Industries–headed by Har­ri­man crony and fel­low Yale “Bones­man” Henry Neil Mal­lon–Poppy moves on to head his own out­fit, Zap­ata Off­shore Petro­leum. Launched with the aid of CIA vet­eran Thomas Devine, Zap­ata appears to have been lit­tle more than an intel­li­gence front. Not prof­itable, Zap­ata encom­passed a range of oper­a­tions and ven­tures that appear to have advanced the inter­ests of the Cen­tral Intel­li­gence Agency and pow­er­ful eco­nomic forces it serves. Among the sig­nif­i­cant areas of involve­ment for Zap­ata was Latin Amer­ica, espe­cially Cuba and the anti-Castro efforts of the CIA.

Of par­tic­u­lar sig­nif­i­cance is Baker’s analy­sis of Poppy’s behav­ior vis a vis the assas­si­na­tion of Pres­i­dent Kennedy. At loss to explain his exact where­abouts and activ­ity at the time Pres­i­dent Kennedy was assas­si­nated, the elder George Bush appears to have been involved with the assas­si­na­tion. Closely asso­ci­ated with the intel­li­gence and cor­po­rate milieu that dis­patched JFK, Poppy was cer­tainly in Dal­las the evening before the assas­si­na­tion and may very well have been there on the very day of the killing. His inabil­ity to account for his behav­ior on that fate­ful day and his evi­dent and sophis­ti­cated efforts to obscure his tracks are sug­ges­tive of guilt.

Close to Richard Nixon through­out his polit­i­cal career, Poppy Bush appears to have been piv­otally involved with the intel­li­gence forces that delib­er­ately ousted Nixon in the Water­gate affair, itself inex­tri­ca­bly linked with the events of 11/22/1963 and the Bay of Pigs milieu.

The saga of the Bush clan, as well as the evo­lu­tion of the power elite struc­ture to which they belong, have imprinted that fam­ily with cer­tain his­tor­i­cal and polit­i­cal “themes”–themes that can be clearly iden­ti­fied in the nature and legacy of the polit­i­cal career of George W. Bush. Read a Mini-Review of the Book.

Pro­gram High­lights Include: Analy­sis of the use of the rhetor­i­cal cliche “con­spir­acy the­ory” to actively sup­press dis­cus­sion of clan­des­tine oper­a­tions; syn­op­sis of key ele­ments of the “Old Boy Net­work” and East­ern Estab­lish­ment; Henry Neil Mallon’s involve­ment with intel­li­gence and national mat­ters; Mallon’s close rela­tion­ship with CIA direc­tor and Sul­li­van and Cromwell asso­ciate Allen Dulles; Dulles’s pedi­gree in the Wall Street and intel­li­gence estab­lish­ment; Poppy Bush’s rela­tion­ship to Oswald intel­li­gence babysit­ter George De Mohren­schildt; Poppy’s use of a memo to the FBI to pro­vide him­self with a con­ve­nient cover for his activ­i­ties on 11/22/1963; the evo­lu­tion of Dresser Indus­tries into Hal­libur­ton (headed for a time by Dick Cheney, polit­i­cal crony of both Poppy and Dubya); syn­op­sis of the close polit­i­cal rela­tion­ship between LBJ and Poppy; Poppy’s selec­tion of Judge Manuel Bravo, a close LBJ asso­ciate, to head Zap­ata Off­shore Petroleum’s (land­locked) Medellin, Colum­bia office; the role of Hal­libur­ton the Deep­wa­ter Hori­zon blowout in the Gulf of Mex­ico; the pro­fes­sional and his­tor­i­cal links between the Bush fam­ily and the Gam­mells, a pow­er­ful Scot­tish bank­ing fam­ily who are, in turn, closely con­nected to the milieu of for­mer British PM Tony Blair and BP; the role of the milieu of narcotics-smuggling and intelligence-connected banks to the pro­fes­sional ascent of the younger George Bush; George W. Bush’s dec­la­ra­tion to a Texas in jour­nal­ist that if affored the oppor­tu­nity, he intended to invade Iraq.

Joy Division Mandates

I assumed that Jacinda Ardern's resignation wouldn't matter to the majority of people as they are invariably unfamiliar with a few themes; her fast-tracked career, New Zealand's importance to the ticket-takers, the  growing avalanche of global testimony from 'vaccine' injured victims, and most hard to excuse, her own words exceeding der Fuhrer's public statements on controlling Nazi Germany.

I assumed incorrectly. A lot of people have put the blame for Jacinda's chamber tears, squarely at the foot of QANON space lizard conspiracy theorists including the former NZ PM Helen Clark.

It's a bit flimsy for me, but of course I don't speak on behalf of others.

Don't get me wrong, Ardern and Hitler are no different in substance, but I did the archives research and Adolf was never so arrogant (and stupid) to tell der Volksgemeinschaft that the party in power, were the final say in truth and authority (argumentum ad vericundiam). Goebbels believed the implicit to be a more effective advertising technique than the overt statements that Jacinda goosestepped out loud on camera. Fishwives wag their fingers. It's un-prime ministerial and nobody questions that.

The Nazis propaganda and censorship was to brainwash people into obeying the government, and idolising the political leaders. It was achieved by ensuring only the ideas and values of the Covid Billionaires of the day, were heard and seen by the masses. Censorship of the media such as newspapers and radio ensured only print or broadcast stories favourable to, and approved by the government were issued. Daily briefings were held for editors and producers, to outline what would be optimal, both when and where to print and to broadcast.

All media output was controlled by aggressive suppression of diverse views, through the corporate and state media. Goebbels saw radio as the most important medium for propaganda as television was yet to emerge. Listening to foreign stations or alternative sources of news and information was banned like Ardern attempted, because everyone knows that uniformity of opinion attracts no unwelcome attention.

Most people complied with guidelines. They became fearful of having views different to the government, lockstep citizens and the media. Society became more suspicious and tense. Some people publicly shamed or informed on their neighbours and friends, to make themselves look more loyal to the regime.

Goebbels used celebrities and artists like Lil Dagover, Piers Morgan and Arno Breker to help promote the popularity of the government in Nazi Germany. He provided cheap cinema tickets, pizzas, coffee and beer vouchers, burgers and even taxis to encourage people to comply with government guidelines. Propaganda and censorship hid the worst excesses of government overreach from the public, which meant many Germans supported Hitler unconsciously, and thought nothing of medical movement papers, despite any one sane, trying to leave Germany not gain entry.

Clever propaganda techniques included: use of emotive language (i.e. playing on emotions such as 'don't be a far right granny killer'), a limited number of simple soundbites like 'my mask protects you, and your mask protects me' were hammered home by frequent repetition. Issues were presented in black and white terms such as 'trust the science', and over-simplistic solutions were offered for complex and evolving emergency public health issues. Tailoring of media messaging to the concerns of key groups such as the elderly who unlike children with tip top immune systems, were the most vulnerable, providing sacrificial scapegoats such as the unvaccinated, the jews, homosexuals, gypsies and communists. Both the UK and NZ didn't blush and couldn't wait to jam the juice into children. Just like concentration camps, the elderly and young died first.

Those who did not support the official narrative, often obeyed the rules out of fear of the consequences of opposition for themselves or their family, such as losing their job for not complying with a rushed pharmaceutical product, that has never previously taken less than five years for medical approval [2025].

The government were the only source of information to be trusted and those that secured alternative opinions were isolated and suppressed.

It's just three weeks (then 6) to flatten the curve and only affects the elderly

It's just miracle vaccines discovered at the same time within hours

It's just a seismic change to the dictionary term for a 'vaccine'

It's just a slight change to the dictionary term of pandemic

It's just a precautionary injection for 6 months old babies

It's just an ingredient called Luciferase in the jab

It's just six feet under when we dig your grave

It's just six million reasons for refusing orders

It's just a 060606 patent number

It's just 6 people at a gathering

It's just 6 feet social distancing

It's just a social credit score

It's just a cashless society

It's just a vaccine pass

It's just a digital ID

It's just a lockdown

It's just a Sieg Heil

It's just a mask

Just get the jab

It's just a jab

Jack Saunders - BBC R1 - Future Sounds [PLUS] 2023 - Grandad Mixes - Moreno J Mix Vol 01 - Moreno J Remixes (The Re-edited) & Pierre J - 1984 In The Mix

I mentioned on the 'Punks Dead' post that BBC ~ R1 Future Sounds has really good music and terrific presenters. All of the BBC music presenters DJ's  and producers including Radio 3 are top notch, but Jack Saunders is the first one to ever make me feel a little older than usual. He's got an extraordinary energy about him on air and it was so much I sort of crumpled a bit and felt I couldn't keep up for the first time in my life.

Later on, as I got to know his work I learned that he's a versatile and encyclopedic music man and one of the most passionate music lovers I've listened to (along with Arielle Free and DJ LaLa). He's technical and has a great range of music and singing vocabulary. When the talents with him in the studio, it's self evident he takes the time to get to know music people, and and asks the best questions. Fresh, sidewinders, genuine curiosity-driven probing and great empathy with a range of guests.

I'm used to him now so he's not always full-on but strap yaself in if he is because it's an unusual ride. Jacks been put in charge of BBC R1 'Future Sounds' and I hope my tweets before I was kicked off X Holdings Corporations' platform proselytising his talents, landed in the right place. He's wearing a black and yellow suit that is the spit of an old Paul Smith suit I was given. Well done Jack. Looking forward to more of your fresh energy and your gift for empathy.

Let's do the second set first. It's Pierre J 1984 in the mix and like Moreno J, it starts with Frankie Goes To Hollywood (FGTH). Both sets are among my most listened 'Grandad Mixes' this year although now I've discovered the Essential Mix - BICEP - 2017 set which is off the charts fresh nearly six or seven years later (to my ears) as I only just discovered it via Pete Tong's Essential Mix back catalogue. Pierre replied to my comments a couple of times talking about his music app and I assumed he was a great amateur DJ find of mine. I have no idea why but I thought he was like me reliving his 80s 90s noughties dance music days, but no. Turns out he's a professional, highly regarded and one of the top European DJ's on one of the industry talent lists. Check out his last name and Q Symbolism on most of his cover artwork. Small world makes a lot of sense when combining AI with the ULTRA information. You're going to be seeing a LOT more about 17 from now on. 

The top music set is Moreno J who is an ongoing enigma in my life, but that set which starts off with FGTH as well, is spot-on if you're about my age of 55. The video must be watched to fully appreciate the times, fashion and music on the floor during the 80s 'and' onwards. I have no idea how he secures some of the dancing footage, but as with the Lipps Inc. - Funkytown (Moreno J Remix) post he (it might be a she or a team) they're using hallucination levels of AI dance choreography on some of his mixes, from at least two years ago. I've kept my opinions to myself about AI since I road tested all the platforms, but I have got a lot to say, share and write about this subject and some is brilliant, and some is mind bending, some is dark and some is terrifying, so it's for the future oriented not those holding on to the past. The fun part is sometimes a synch is just serendipity but if you are familiar with the colour initiation process I was led through online, just watch the Lipps Inc mix by Moreno J and then go check out these two posts because it's very hard to explain why obsessions of mine are contiguous with obsessions of other people, or more likely we're seeing what many others can't, even though millions can. If you really want to go down the rabbit hole of colour initiation there's this follow up post as my ongoing education continues.

My Life in Advertising

I donʼt think that this should be a guide towards getting into advertising - if anything it should serve as a how-not-to-do-it with a few nuggets picked up along the way.

As a friend of mine put it some years back when I declared my occupation, ʻoh thatʼs so 80ʼs” and she was right. We were among a handful of people dancing on a catwalk after a fashion show was over (the music still was kicking off) and so I guess the glamour remains in pockets if you keep your eyes peeled. 

Burmese royalty links or so she claimed.

Nevertheless, Iʼve always loved advertising and when a vacancy arose in a small below-the-line agency called Counter Attack in London on the Albert Embankment, South London at the end of the eighties. I not only applied for the administrative role in advertising but was elated to be given a position that exceeded my experience based, I was told, on how I conducted myself at interview stage.

I loved all the people there and it was my first full on taste of people who work within the creative industries. Iʼve been hooked ever since. When the ad business produces superstars they shine greater than any other business Iʼve ever know.

Truly inspirational and clever people to work with.

I was however young enough to subsequently chop around and try a few different opportunities including a spell with a direct-marketing printing outfit in Nottingham where I was a useless sales person in their London office.

However, no incentive could have been greater than to strike out abroad on account of falling in love with a young East German au pair from Leisnig in Germany not that long after the Berlin wall had come down.

I had a fascination with politics and particularly Communism, that in part explains why Iʼm currently inhaling deep lungfuls of power and bureaucracy here in Beijing with a view to getting a grip on global politics for the next twenty or so years. They will be important decades.

My German experience proved to be a pure blend of Victor Hugoʼs Les Miserables (something positive only occurs about 200 pages-in and nothing happy happens until the end) and Franz Kafkaʼs The Transformation.

Itʼs a book in itself, that part of my life and I shall enjoy sharing it as I kept a detailed and extensive journal of that period which never happened again till I took up blogging.

On my return to the UK I had no intention of working, given the weight of events I had experienced during this period which even took me out to the Far East for six months where I learnt Thai and worked for a Direct Marketing company. So, back in England I felt pretty numb about life with no inclination to work for some time, and so I enrolled for a marketing degree at the age of 23. They let me in on account of my advertising and marketing experience (and secondary school qualifications) and I had three wonderful years of doing what came naturally to me.

Studying marketing and design.

My only regret was I probably could have scored a first class degree if I put my mind to it. I was however diligent with the lectures and tutorials which compensated for my refusal to do exam revision, except for one memorable all nighter where an accountancy student took me through profit and loss, cash flow, and financial statements. Amazingly 3 months of lecturing on a subject that bores me to tears was condensed into a night of rough scribbles on paper and I passed with flying colours. Or at least just flying.

As ever with these things some serendipity is needed. Just before I graduated I went to a party and spent a whole night talking to a young woman who later revealed that she was a copywriter from the ad superstars of the day called HHCL and partners - I think she found me interesting as she ignored her partner for the night. I was in awe of a living breathing creative from the agency I most wanted to work at. Yes folks I slept my way to the middle.

Thatʼs categorically not true, but meeting people and being interested in them is a sure fire way of being seen as interesting. So is encouraging gossip like the anecdote above, and so when the opportunity arose to interview with HHCL. I grabbed it and was fortunate enough to have been mentored by one of the intellectually toughest planners I have ever encountered to this day.

It was Mark Piper who memorably gave me his copy of the Koran before it really mattered because he was that kind of guy. A voracious reader and a heavyweight intellect. If you donʼt know the difference between Sunni and Shiite Muslims youʼre probably best off working in a bank or something. Planners are information whores. They suck it in any way they can get it and the best of them know how to process that information into something that matters. Youʼre either into it or not. The rest is down to accumulating experience.

A year later almost to the day I joined Howell Henry, I resigned. I remember it well because I could have stayed on a couple more weeks and secured my annual bonus but I wanted to get as far away from someone as possible. So I jumped on a plane did some interviews, secured a position, and moved back to Thailand, with its welcome tropical heat, the most awesome food, amazing culture not to mention Thailandʼs unique place in the DNA strands of the planet and undeniably the hottest women in the world outside of The Emirates and maybe Estonia.

I decided to accept DDB in Thailandʼs offer, and due to my London experience became one of the few Planning Directors in that part of the world. I had an incredible time sharing what I knew with people who had never even heard of planning. We won business, banged out some ads and life was good. I was 29 years old, earned a comparative fortune and lived like a king. There are few finer buttoned down yet buttoned up feelings in life than waking up knowing that your maid has crisply ironed to perfection every shirt in your wardrobe.

Moving on, about a year and a half after joining, our agency was mandated by New York to merge with a HUGE local agency that I knew I could never join on account of the Managing Director wearing a polyester tie. He wasnʼt trying to be ironic either so I took my severance and had the brilliant good grace to have a couple of clients that wanted to continue working with me. AXA insurance and my best ever client and later close friend VW.

This launched what Iʼve retrospectively called my ʻexecutive freelance careerʼ (thanks Rob) which took me round the world from Europe to Asia. The freedom of working for oneself is great as it allowed me to take some self indulgent yet also enormously rewarding lifestyle decisions like pile the rum and books in equal measure either side of me; shoulder high, and plough through the stuff that I believe has contributed to my intellectual calibre with more validity than any degree ever could. I cherish that more than any 73% increase in year on year sales ad that I was ever involved with. I probably thought I was Hemingway or something.

Iʼm thinking the likelihood of anyone having read this far is very low and highly likely that those same people if they exist are asking, ʻyeah but whatʼs this got to do with me?ʼ is high.

Bear with me.

Towards the end of 1996 I decided to relocate to London and get to know all these amazing people who were sharing their ideas and thinking through blogging. Those people were single handedly responsible for me falling back in love with communication theory, business and creativity all over again. I had been getting more and more stale with the more interesting work projects coming from things like market entry reports for multinationals into India, than cracking out another ad with superlative families, beaming superlative white shiny teeth and all the other things that I have talked about which are directly related to media literacy and is the most important subject to learn about if considering a career outside of the M25. Or rather how to challenge it.

I learnt something else while I was in London and that is the interaction of online and offline which is I believe not only the most critical relationship to be managed outside of the monologue to dialogue shift. Its the reason Iʼve set forth once again to take the next stage of my life here in China. Iʼm not sure if I can handle another winter here but whatever happens Iʼve learnt something important and met the people who matter because despite thinking this would be home for a while I now know I need to tick off a few more boxes before the energy begins to ebb.

Many young people have asked me how I could have led such a wild and exciting life. The truth is that I had the energy to do it when I was younger and was frightened of it all at the time. Now that Iʼm older there is little that fazes me but the energy to relocate once more diminishes with each passing year.

So what are the most important lessons I can share? Well read the 48 laws of power and there you have a comprehensive list of 48 immutable laws I have broken. Donʼt do that please. There is one maxim that is important and will help you in a planning/advertising career more than any abundance of intellect, more than any charisma or creative surplus or rock and roll lifestyle:

Itʼs nice to be important, but itʼs important to be nice.

Lastly if youʼre considering a move into the marketing communications business and you have no regard for the great challenges we face as a planet you will always be restricted by the limitations you have set yourself. Selling stuff is easy. Selling the right stuff the right way takes courage, vision and patience.

I know because Iʼm still waiting.....

The Clot Thickens

The pale clot structures are simply the wet blood clots laid out to dry and loosened free of the blood residue as they're so unusual morticians, phlebotomists and undertakers can only speculate what they're related to, with the number one suspect of graphene oxide/hydroxide in the injections. They are nano structures which are capable of self-assembly. There are a few TED talks on the subject.

I don't endorse the documentary maker of the clip embedded above. He's sharp but rose too quickly and his merchandise pitch is just another Alex Jones template. No good can emerge from it.

That said, I endorse all the content in the trailer specifically, and can corroborate everything that is said and more. Even the guy with his back to the camera. It's Dr Ryan Cole, MD Pathologist trained at The Mayo Clinic. You may recall I highlighted his conclusions on cancer-acceleration, boosted by contemporary therapies.

When a parent instructs a child on a course of action and is ignored, say three or six times, it's normal to assume the child is disobeying either purposefully or wilfully neglecting to prioritise.

...let's say you're in favour of the injections. You feel better in a world where Government, Big Pharma and Big-Budget-Media are sincere about their intentions towards your well-being. It's seductive, it's a-lot-less-bovver than hovering over a tricky subject, unsure and nervous of plunging into the logarithmic pain/information curve. 

I get that. You take care of your well-being as you see fit.

Logic says infants and children are uninformed. The consequences are irreversible. Don't expect the injected to be sympathetic in the future.

Wild Tales - 2014

Wild Tales is laugh out loud funny. It's a compilation of six stories of Argentinian script writing that really bring the human experience to life. It was a pleasure to watch this kind of film making again and it reminded me of the more humorous scenes of some of Pedro Almodovar's movies.

The story about the guy who has his car removed by the city council is particularly pleasing.

A Brief History Of The Presstitute Media & Human Gullibility On Iran

This week, Media Matters came out with an article that detailed how, since 2005, conservatives have been predicting imminent death by Iranian nuclear bombs, always conveniently a year or two away from coming to full, frightening fruition. But Media Matters could have gone back even further. Because, see, pretty much as long as many of us can remember, despite the IAEA saying it's not true and, at times, despite the U.S. government denying it, Iran has been within a couple of years to a decade from having nukes. Think of this as a supplement to what is probably the most convincing argument you'll read about how irrational our media and politicians are about Iran right now:

Iran will have nukes by 1986, says AP article, April 25, 1984: "Iran is likely to have its own nuclear bomb within two years, according to press reports cited by Jane's Defence Weekly. The magazine, part of the authoritative Jane's Publications on weapons systems, said Tuesday that reports from the Persian Gulf region last week indicated the bomb was being produced at a nuclear power plant in Boushahar, southern Iran."

Via Rude Pundit

Or maybe 2000, says AFP, December 4, 1991: "Iran will be able to build a nuclear bomb by the year 2000 if it keeps up its present military activities, German intelligence chief Konrad Porzner said."

Or sometime between 1995 and 2000, says the Washington Post, October 18, 1992: "Gen. Uri Saguy, the head of Israel's military intelligence, estimates that Iran will have a nuclear capability by the end of the decade; British and French intelligence officials predict that Iran might join the nuclear club even earlier. Mohammed Mohaddessin, an adviser to the National Council of Resistance of Iran, said during a recent visit to Washington that he believes Iran will have nuclear devices within three to five years."

Or perhaps in 1999, according to AP, February 12, 1993: "Iran now poses the greatest threat to Israel's security, a leading Israeli newspaper said today, quoting experts who predicted Tehran would have an atomic bomb within six years."

No, more likely 2000, according to the Guardian, January 6, 1995: "Iran is much closer to producing nuclear weapons than previously thought, and could be less than five years from having an atomic bomb, several senior American and Israeli officials say. 'The date by which Iran will have nuclear weapons is no longer 10 years from now,' a senior official said recently, referring to previous estimates. 'If the Iranians maintain this intensive effort to get everything they need, they could have all their components in two years. Then it will be just a matter of technology and research. If Iran is not interrupted in this program by some foreign power, it will have the device in more or less five years.'"

Or, holy crap, they already have them, says AFP, April 9, 1998: "Iran obtained several nuclear warheads from a former Soviet republic in the early 1990s, according to Iranian documents obtained by Israel and revealed in The Jerusalem Post newspaper Thursday."

You get the idea. Hmmm. There's a common thread here that the Rude Pundit can't quite figure out, a nation involved in this fearmongering that has controlled a great deal of U.S. foreign policy in the region for decades. It's on the tip of his tongue. Gosh, he really wishes he could connect the dots. Of course, if one does ever connect 'em, one will automatically beaccused of being anti...well, something or other.

Black Hawk Down

On Thursday we came up to Chiang Mai to do a bunch of stuff including checking out the remote controlled drone helicopter that we have bought and strapped a high definition camera to the undercarriage.

I think the shots look stunning and yes that's me in my cowboy hat on the porch hoping the video will get the mountain range behind. Truly stunning scenery.

Not long after taking this shot i grabbed an iPad and took it for a walk around the grounds to capture the place on video. I heard a scream and turning round saw the helicopter plummet into a tree whipping the leaves with its six rotor blades and landing rotorless on the ground.

Anyway we're having some more blades sent up from Bangkok on the Pony Express and with a bit of luck we'll be back in action to shoot that porn.. I mean exotic holiday movie we've come up here to do.

We call it Villa Life. 

Here's an ad I wrote to explain why it kicks ass compared to dull hotels which are actually much more expensive than if you get a group together in a Villa.

Cate Shortland - Lore

After six hours of Hitler's point of view in 'The Greatest Story Never Told' (see next post) I wasn't in the mood for a clichéd German-defeat narrative. However, Cate Shortland's Lore is a beautiful movie and steers well clear of the simple minded diagnosis of Shoah Business, nasty Nazis and Heroic Brits.

I just watched a snotty Guardian review of the movie which I totally disagree with. The movie is less about the journey than looking at the steps along the way and that starts with the first stubbing out of a cigarette by a man in his own mansion-like house on the floor. If the Guardian reviewers were paying less attention to the 'dressing' they may have spotted the leitmotif of steps along the way.

I thought the movie was going to spiral into predictable victimhood when a character reveals their Jewish identity but surprisingly it acts as a catalyst and takes the movie into new areas that the media usually avoid.

I'm all filled up on the forgotten genocides of the Second World War at the moment but this movie didn't take me over the edge and is repeatedly elegant in each film. The female star of the movie, Lore is unforgettable in terms of young German beauty and her uninvited companion delivers a role that is far more complex than I first assumed. I'm now going to watch Cate's other movie Somersault based on what she achieved in Lore. 

Nielsen Stats Confirm Death Of TV Not reported on TV

This is too funny. The death of TV is not being reported by TV (go figure) and also reinforces my point that the corporate media have a profit incentive in lying to people about food, health, politics and about those wars abroad.

Aaron Barnhart broke this news in the Kansas City Star using data that is six months old. Nobody serious has picked up on it including advertising planners it seems. Allow me to summarize the most beautiful trend in humanity.

The total number of U.S. households with TV sets declined year to year for the first time since Nielsen started counting TV ownership.

The number of households with no TV at all is at its highest level since 1975. Three percent of homes are TV-free.

Here are the graphs and chart's:

I put it to you that we live crucial times. That being informed by anything but a profit first, foremost, and last news media corporate entity, (like News International and Sky) is the difference between a healthy or a grossly distorted world view. 


Don't let TV or Newspapers paint your reality. Particularly the corporate media news. Read lots and widely on the internet. Disagree with people in the comments. At least you know you're not being spoon fed.

Edward Klein - Blood Feud - The Clintons vs The Obamas

I did this six hour audio book today. It's much healthier than checking out the the #QAnon shit, which even Jerome Corsi is peddling, confirming it has to be a psyop, as he's a servant of that creepy little Spartan state established in the Middle East by the Rothschilds.

It was good to revisit Ed Klein, the former NYT journalist's information. The Obamas and Clintons loathed each other on a level that a conspiracy analyst like myself has to integrate in some meaningful way. I have to remind myself it's self evident he doesn't know the connection to child sex trafficking in Haiti by the Clintons and that the Obama's must know this and their track record for murdering those that get in their way.

Obama's narcism was name checked again recently and I was reminded of this throughout the audiobook. That said I felt a sympathy for him that I haven't felt for some time. I was let down by so much of his weakness in achieving hope and change, that I'd forgotten that the job is pretty much impossible in any case, and that for better or worse he did achieve a sort of half hearted war mongering in Syria and Ukraine that kind of pissed everyone off including me but is actually a sign of semi even-handed leadership of something as Satanic as the Pentagon and the military industrial complex.

Ed Klein is good and has great insider connections for this story but once again we're confronted by a mediocre Jewish journalist elevated to a synthetically high level because of Zionist nepotism in the media. He name-checks every nuclear power in the world except the illegal one based in Tel Aviv and sounds about a thousand light years behind the times when he tars President Assad for killing his people, when it's well established that the UK, US and Israel created ISIS and genocided this beautiful significantly Christian country for a plethora of reasons including energy, Israeli hegemony and plain greed.

The silly fool doesn't even know that the chemical attacks in Syria were false flag initiatives.

The oldest trick in the book.