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Calm cool, accurate, and easy to read. Here’s the reality as we move forward in January 2022.
From Strategic Culture…
Eamon McKinney
January 8, 2022
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In a world of chronic shortages China has realized that commodities hold more value than cash.
The current trade war with China began at the very outset of the Trump administration. Apparently alarmed at America’s dependence on Chinese goods, particularly the extent to which its defense industries are reliant on Chinese components and rare earths, Trump had a point but may have better served to speak softly about this vulnerability. He mentioned only two dependencies, there are thousands of products that America relies on China exclusively for.
In moves that were simply anti-competitive practices he then launched in a “tech war” with China. Banning the sale of chips and semi-conductors, along with bans on Chinese 5G and Huawei the global leader in particular. Not content with that the U.S. launched a global push to pressure its “allies’ to also ban Huawei and its state of the art 5G technology. Not to be taken in isolation, the tech war was just part of an overall strategy to damage and restrain China’s economy. “Decoupling” had arrived into the general lexicon.
To an extent the measures worked, the chip shortage caused a slowdown among many tech dependent sectors, but not for long. China has developed its domestic production at a pace not possible anywhere else. It has also convinced China that it needed to greatly accelerate its self-sufficiency across all sectors.
As it stands today, America has nothing that China needs that it can’t make or buy elsewhere. America conversely needs China desperately, without China’s goods the American economy grinds to a halt. The extent of that dependency has been highlighted by Americaэs ongoing supply chain chaos. Manufacturing, retail, construction and countless other industry sectors have stalled without Chinese goods. No country in the world is as dependent on imports as the U.S. Attempts to find alternatives to China are fruitless, no other country can match the efficiency, infrastructure, economies of scale and cost that China can. American manufacturing only accounts for 20% of the American economy, self-sufficiency for Americans is a fantasy, even in the best case scenario, it is generations away.
Long spoken of is “China’s nuclear option”, dumping its dollar holdings and rendering the dollar worthless. China doesn’t want to do that. Firstly the loss of a trillion of its own dollar holdings is not to be taken lightly, and it would also damage the holdings and economies of its other trading partners around the world. Such a move would be an absolute last resort. China’s real nuclear option is the withholding of essential goods to America.
China has all but monopolised the rare earth industries, now accounting for more than 85% of global production. Without rare earths Americas tech and defence sectors would be paralysed.
Curious how President Biden signed the Uyghur Forced Labor Prevention Act, makgin American purchases of anything out of Xinjiang illegal.
Funny thing though... all of the Chiense "rare earth" minerals come from Xinjiang and are mostly mined by Uighurs.
Uh oh! (Head slap!)
All the seventeen critical rare earths are mined and refined in China in high volume. Some are mined in other countries in smaller volumes: developing alternative sources to China would a very lengthy process. For the foreseeable future, China decides who gets rare earths, and who doesn’t.
Unknown to many Americans the pharmaceutical industry is among the most heavily dependent of China. 80-85% of its products and precursors come from China, and there are currently few alternatives. I leave it to the reader’s imagination to visualize an America without medications, think Zombie apocalypse.
Some recent developments in China have given us a glimpse of the future. China is stockpiling food and other commodities at unprecedented levels. It is believed to hold more than half the world’s grain and maize already, other essential food stuffs are also being stockpiled at similar levels.
Iron ore, steel and other industrial raw materials are also being hoarded in previously unforeseen quantities. In a world of chronic shortages China has realised that commodities hold more value than cash.
More significantly, China just published a Governmental “White Paper.” It emphasises the need to conserve natural, finite resources (again think rare earths.) It also addresses the paradox that Trump was concerned about, why is China supplying parts to the U.S. military contractors? These among many other sectors will now require a “special export licence”. Read between the lines. China can apply these principles across any exported product it chooses. If they don’t like where it is headed, or what it will be used for, it isn’t going. Fertilisers, for which China accounts for about 30% of the world’s production are already banned from export. This is already forcing American many American farmers to switch from wheat to less fertiliser-intensive crops like soybeans.
China didn’t start or want this trade war, to date it is has been a one-sided assault on the Chinese economy by an increasingly desperate American government. China has not retaliated or employed any of the measures it could have in response, until now.
America now truly has its trade war, and more decoupling will follow, but from here on in, it will be on China’s terms.
Re–shoringmakesgoodeconomicsense,becauseitispossiblethatinthenearfuture,theonlypeoplewhowillacceptthe US dollararelikelyto only beotherAmericancompanies.
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Conclusion
You will not read about the collapse, the SHTF, or the various wars and brush fights in the American Government controlled media. But they are still going on. Here’s an insight as to what is going on.
Finance folk, bankers, accountants, and other FIRE industries have looted the United States, and gutted American society. It’s a big boated crusty shell with nothing but dust on the inside. Soon, very soon, there is going to be a mass realization of this reality.
It could be harsh, brash and catastrophic.
Or, it could be a serious of controlled implosions.
But it WILL HAPPEN.
There is no way out of this mess. None. The only thing that a person can do is hunker down in a smaller community away from the larger clusters of dependent citizenry, become active and involved in your respective communities, and be the Rufus; help others will no concern for personal profit.
I will advise you all to use all of the techniques provided on MM here to center your consciousness, and prepare.
Here’s a quick review…
Affirmation prayer campaigns.
Perform your Fate Forecasting, and monitor it closely.
Center your consciousness using Hemi-sync.
Conduct world-line travel and slides as necessary.
Be part of your community.
Be able to provide a service, or volunteer in your community.
Tune out the bullshit propaganda off the “news”.
Stock up your food larder. Have a garden.
Trade and barter with neighbors.
Ride a bicycle more often. Use the car less.
Surround yourself with cats, or dogs, or other animals.
Be kind. Be calm. Be neighborly.
Make your little area a bubble of kind softness. That way, no matter what changes hits your world, your little area will be mostly immune to them. Be great; be the Rufus.
I believe in you.
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You can find more articles related to this in my latest index; A New Beginning. And in it are elements of the old, some elements regarding the transition, and some elements that look towards the future.
Here we are going to briefly review the insanity that Washington DC is involved in on the “Geo-political front”, and that will Segway into what is going on in the “home front”. Overall, it’s a damning situation, and getting uglier by the minute. Those of you who thought that Trump was insane will now be terrified that Biden is (maybe) even worse.
Yikes!
"DIPLOMACY'S DEAD, BABY. DIPLOMACY'S DEAD.
The Empire of Chaos is in utter desperation, and on a Kill Bill rampage. Without a samurai sword.
Some of us, including Alastair Crooke, Paul Craig Roberts, The Saker, and if we he was still alive, Prof. Stephen Cohen, have been warning everyone for a long time.
It doesn't matter that Russiagate was completely debunked. The Dem Dementia administration is now on Russiagate 2.0 on steroids.
This "intel" report on Russian interference in the - rigged - US elections does not even qualify as a bad joke.
What Crash Test Dummy's handlers told him to say in that interview about Putin being "a killer", "without a soul" who will "pay a price", goes way beyond ANYTHING that happened during the Cold War.
At least there was a measure of diplomatic decency in the superpowers relationship.
What's happening now is totally reckless, totally irrational - not to mention terminally stupid: there is NO American foreign policy left.
The Kremlin - as well as the Ministy of Foreign Affairs - already got the picture: they are dealing with a bunch of lowly gangsters which also happens to be criminally insane.
For the record: Stupidistan is now at war ON THREE FRONTS. Against Russia, against China and against Iran.
Declining empires are ALWAYS strategically stupid."
GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS: Director of National Intelligence came out with a report today saying that Vladimir Putin authorized operations during the election to under — denigrate you, support President Trump, undermine our elections, divide our society. What price must he pay?
PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN: He will pay a price. I, we had a long talk, he and I, when we — I know him relatively well. And I– the conversation started off, I said, “I know you and you know me. If I establish this occurred, then be prepared.”
GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS: You said you know he doesn’t have a soul.
PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN: I did say that to him, yes. And — and his response was, “We understand one another.” It was– I wasn’t being a wise guy. I was alone with him in his office. And that — that’s how it came about. It was when President Bush had said, “I looked in his eyes and saw his soul.” I said, “Looked in your eyes and I don’t think you have a soul.” And looked back and he said, “We understand each other.” Look, most important thing dealing with foreign leaders in my experience, and I’ve dealt with an awful lot of ’em over my career, is just know the other guy. Don’t expect somethin’ that you’re– that — don’t expect him to– or her to– voluntarily appear in the second editions of Profiles in Courage.
GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS: So you know Vladimir Putin. You think he’s a killer?
PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN: Uh-huh. I do.
GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS:So what price must he pay?
PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN: The price he’s gonna pay we’ll– you’ll see shortly.
This is truly a historic interview and a watershed moment in US-Russia relations. Let’s deconstruct what is happening here:
“Director of National Intelligence came out with a report”:
Ever since 9/11, the US intel community has been under huge pressure to produce not intelligence, but to serve as a kind of criterion of truth, a substitute for any rules of evidence.
For example, if tomorrow Biden’s handlers want to accuse Putin of eating newborn babies for breakfast, all they have to do is get the US intel community to produce a report which will say with “great confidence” that it is “highly likely” that Putin does, indeed, like to start his days by snaking on babies.
The “logic” here works like this: “since we (the West) are the good guys, our intelligence community is objective, non-political and trustworthy”. QED.
And the fact that the history of both the CIA and the FBI prove beyond any reasonable doubt that both of these agencies were totally politicized for decades does not matter.
Why?
Because the also “objective, non-political and trustworthy” US media says that the intel community must be trusted because it is, you guessed it, “objective, non-political and trustworthy”. Oh the beauty of circular logic….
Next,
“What price must he pay?”.
This one is so important that Stephanopoulos asks this twice and Biden “reassures” him twice.
The message here is that it is not Stephanopoulos who demands a retaliation, it is the vox populi, the outraged people of the United States. And why would the people of the USA hate Putin and Russia and demand retaliation?
Why – because the objective, non-political and trustworthy US media fully endorses the claims of the objective, non-political and trustworthy US intel community!
How can anybody possibly doubt these two paragons of honesty?! Only a “Putin agent” would doubt their word, right?
Then,
“Putin does not have a soul”.
This is pretty pathetic, since Stephanopoulos comes from a Greek Orthodox family he should know that all humans have a soul and to suggest otherwise is, actually, a total and categorical rejection of everything Christianity stands for.
It is also a clear case of dehumanization, something which all politicians do before they turn to violence and war.
It is unlikely that Biden has any idea what he did or did not tell Putin when they met, but even if we assume that Biden did actually tell Putin that he had no soul, I can just imagine the true amazement (and inner giggle) of Putin hearing that.
By the way, the “official” response of Putin was “we understand each other” which makes absolutely no logical sense.
So what we have is a basically brain dead pseudo “President” who is programmed by his handlers to tell the US public that Putin has no soul and that Biden told him that face to face. What actual purpose such a statement would pursue is neither asked nor answered.
Finally
“Is Putin a killer”.
First, what a fantastically stupid thing to ask.
Why? Because this question has no objective meaning unless the context or scope is specified.
It could mean “did he commit murder?“, that is illegal manslaughter, a crime under Russian law. Or it could mean “did he, the President of Russia, order Russian special services to kill Litvinenko, Skripal, Navalnyii and others?“.
This would be legal under Russian law and, in fact, the Russians have never denied ordering the execution of, say, Wahabi terrorists (both in Russia and outside).
That would be a policy decision similar to one the US used to (putatively) execute Osama Bin-Laden or General Soleimani.
Finally, that question could also mean “did Putin as the commander in chief of the Russian armed forces order military operations which resulted in the loss of human life, including possible innocent human life?“.
This would also be a policy decision which any commander in chief has to make. These are all completely different questions, but for micro-brains like Stephanopoulos or Biden, the purpose of questions is not to elicit answers, it is to set an emotional tone, a kind of “mental background” which Orwell very aptly called the “two minutes of hate“.
Yes, all of the above is completely unprecedented: not even in the worst hours of the Cold War did western politicians use that kind of language. What we witness today is not only truly extremely dangerous, it is also the end of diplomacy.
The End of Diplomacy
When diplomacy dies, wars are born.
I grew up in So. CA and had the greatest life as a child and up to the millennia when everything changed after 9.11
The point and the problem is that most people define America as the government whereas I define it as the people who by and large are friendly, decent and caring.
Are they misled?
For sure, but they are indoctrinated from early childhood and they resist the idea that their government might be a monster, same as a child does with an abusive parent.
Americans are mostly sheep, but they are good sheep and after all even us “superior” humans share a herd mentality, i.e. shepherd/sheep.
So it pains me to know that it will be we the people who will suffer the fallout of any hostilities with Russia or Iran or China or Venezuela for that matter. The slime overlords will avoid the radar as always.
Yes, I know, ever since the Obama administration, US “diplomats” were mostly unprofessional political appointees with a fantastically low level of education, fully compensated by an fantastically high level of arrogance and hypocrisy. But while the likes of Psaki would spew any idiocy imaginable, US Presidents have never sunk to the level of Biden.
Biden is a reaction to Trump in that his admin represents a desperate attempt to salvage the neoliberal policies of the past 50 years since the 80s. Unfortunately for Biden, and the rest of America, there's only so many populations you can exploit before exploited productive forces become so advanced that they begin to demand higher wages, and thus profits dry up. Global wage differences even out, then import prices go up, and our American standard of living continues to drop until the sweatshops come home to roost. That won't stand and ideology shifts again and again (Biden's response to these shifts is, ironically, censorship and control).
So what does the Biden admin do? They know it will eventually come down to opening up new labor power markets (those sweet, sweet populations and natural resources of Russia are so tempting to Biden's vampiric brood) and taking down competing countries (China's rise as a consumer market is a big problem for the US). This is why Biden's behavior makes sense. If they don't put maximum pressure now, not just on Russia and China, but all potential neocolonial interests, then they won't get the chance in the future. We'll see the internal contradictions in the US give rise to even more blatant fascism (doesn't matter from whom, Trump or Biden).
Furthermore, it does not take a genius to understand the implications of the combination of the two following two facts:
Putin is by far the most popular Russian politician, at least since Stalin
The West sees Putin as some kind of devil incarnate
Ergo: the West hates all the Russian people for regularly voting for Putin
Simple and quite undeniable.
In fact, an increasing number of Russians are saying “we are the Jews of the 21st century” and, frankly, I cannot disagree with this. The big difference here is that 20th century Jews did not have thousands of nuclear weapons to defend themselves. Russians do.
I wonder of Stephanopoulos and the rest of them understand this?
I don’t think so.
Interesting comments by a senior Russian Senator:
“US President Joe Biden’s boorish remarks about Russian leader Vladimir Putin will inevitably have a negative impact on relations between the two countries, Deputy Speaker of the Russian Federation Council (the upper house of parliament) Konstantin Kosachev wrote on Facebook on Thursday……..
“This is a fault line. These boorish remarks have killed off all expectations that the new US administration will pursue a new policy towards Russia,” Kosachev noted. According to him, “evaluations like these from a statesman of such a high rank are generally unacceptable.” The Russian senator stressed that the remarks had come from the president of the country “that drops a bomb somewhere in the world every 12 minutes, according to expert estimates.” “As a result, the death of more than 500,000 people has been linked to US actions since 2001. Could you comment on that, Mr. Biden?” Kosachev said………..”
There is a culture of total impunity in the USA which stems from the fact that the US never fought a war in defense of the US mainland in its history and from the fact that the USA used to be protected by two oceans and two absolutely peaceful neighbors.
In sharp contrast, Russia has no natural borders and 1000 years experience of war, most of them existential and most fought on Russian soil.
Maria Zakharova today:
17 March 202120:09 Comment by Foreign Ministry Spokeswoman Maria Zakharova
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Russian Ambassador to the United States Anatoly Antonov has been summoned to Moscow for consultations in order to analyse what needs to be done in the context of relations with the United States.
The new US administration took office about two months ago and the symbolic 100-day mark is not too far away, which is a good occasion for trying to appraise what Joe Biden’s team has managed to do and where it was not very successful. The most important thing for us is to identify ways of rectifying Russia-US relations, which have been going through hard times as Washington has, as a matter of fact, brought them to a blind alley. We are interested in preventing an irreversible deterioration in relations, if the Americans become aware of the risks associated with this.
This is what we will talk about during the consultations that the Foreign Ministry and other relevant agencies will hold with the Russian Ambassador to the United States.
I would also add that the other comment many Russian officials are making is that Biden simply lacks even basic manners. To make clear: they are not only saying that Biden has zero understanding of diplomacy, they are saying that Biden simply has no basic manners which any semi-educated person ought to have.
On the main Russian TV channel reporters were even asking today whether Russia ought to completely break diplomatic relations with the USA!
Maybe American leadership is hoping that we the people will fail to notice that they have thoroughly destroyed our economy when those of us left after the nuclear exchange are freezing in the rubble of our homes during a truly anthropogenic climate change known as nuclear winter.
There also will be no worries about questions of ownership, acquisition of food, medicine or political power as the well-armed oligarchy ensconced in their bunkers with their mercenary armies will simply take everything not vaporised and leave you to die and rot on the frozen and nuclear-contaminated formerly fruited plain.
It will be a glorious and divinely-inspired “reset.”
That would be a very dangerous mistake and I don’t think that the Kremlin will go so far, at least officially, but there is a clear understanding amongst Russian officials while officially the two countries still have diplomatic relations, in reality the US basically terminated them.
Do I really have to spell out here how insanely dangerous this is?
While it is absolutely normal for some tribes still living in the bronze-age to play out ritual threats and displays of macho prowess in order to impress an adversary, to see the (nominal) leader of a nuclear superpower acting like such a bronze-age tribal leader is perplexing to say the least.
And just like the Sentinelese tribesmen believe that their bows and arrows can scare away metal ships and even helicopters, so do the “Biden tribesmen” (let’s call them that) hope that sanctions or US military capabilities will scare Russia into complete submission.
US military capabilities will scare Russia into complete submission?
Furthermore, at no time does Stephanopoulos question the moral and legal right of the US President to “punish” Russia and/or Putin.
In fact, by repeating this question, he strongly suggests that punishing Russia and/or Putin is not only the right of the US President, but his moral and, possibly, even legal obligation.
This is exactly what Dr John Marciano calls “empire as a way of life” (see here and here for details).
This ignorant, arrogant, narcissistic, messianic and terminally delusional belief that the USA is some kind of “collective messiah” tasked by nature or some god with policing the planet. The Sentinelese try to “defend” their own shores and land and they don’t have millions of members in an organization called “Veterans of Foreign Wars” (have they really no shame at all?) and they don’t spend on “defense” more than the rest of the planet combined.
Finally, we can rest assured that whoever is in command of the Sentinelese he (or she) is a much smarter and honest leader than the brain-dead vegetable that the theft of the US 2020 election put into power.
In Hans Christian Andersen’s wonderful tale the breaking moment comes when an innocent child explains “he hasn’t got anything on!“, while the rest of the people are under the spell of what is called “pluralistic ignorance“.
Let me ask you: how soon do you think that declaring, say, “Uncle Shmuel is truly brain dead…” will become a criminal offense in the so-called “the land of the free and the home of the brave“?
The point is that the neocons in the US needed a puppet in the White House, who would continue the globalist Agenda of introducing a globalist empire run by corporations and private banks. For that to succeed, both Russia and China need to be broken up and plundered.
Too late for that, and by now it’s clear that not only is Sleepy Joe brain dead, but the neocon elite which is still living in the past, incapable of fully understanding that the world is changing.
What the neocon elite is very much aware is the fact that the present Western financial Ponzie scheme cannot function perpetually, showing signs of financial collapse.
You cannot keep postponing gigantic foreign and internal debts and at the same time keep printing funny money in the trillions.
For this scheme to have any chance of being maintained, then good old fashioned plundering is required, the chief targets being Russia and China.
And now we have the answer why Anglo-American elites are aggressively disposed towards both countries. A boiling point is being created, which can explode into something very dangerous and suicidal.
When a rat is cornered, it becomes dangerous, as proven by the neocons, who are apparently losing their nerve, failing to achieve a globalist world wide empire, while the empire they have created is showing signs of dissolution.
For the record: Stupidistan is now at war ON THREE FRONTS. Against Russia, against China and against Iran.
Declining empires are ALWAYS strategically stupid."
Posted by: Seej | Mar 18 2021 19:05 utc | 4
And…
Alas, more than 30 years ago it was observed in USA that it benefits a politician to seem stupid, and being genuinely stupid is even better.
Why do you think power to be within Democratic Party decided to maneuver the least intellectually able contender to win in the primaries? That in itself is not necessarily bad, but on the lower levels of government, you must prove stupidity (or at least utter lack of original thinking) to advance.
Now we have new generations of opportunists hiding any sign of thinking, apart from passing all the required exams in elite schools etc. Let me think of the greatness and extinction of Irish elk.
Posted by: Piotr Berman | Mar 18 2021 19:20 utc | 7
Now it all makes sense…
There is a reason why Xi Peng, Putin and Iran are constructing the BRI out of Xinjiang. Asia is unifying against the “dangerous menace”.
Remember that China-Russia-Iran are a unified block
They have banded together in defense of an out-of-control United States Military Empire.
In a searing, concise essay, Alastair Crooke pointed to the heart of the matter. These are the two key insights – including a nifty Orwellian allusion:
1. “Once control over the justifying myth of America was lost, the mask was off.”
2. “The US thinks to lead the maritime and rimland powers in imposing a searing psychological, technological and economic defeat on the Russia-China-Iran alliance. In the past, the outcome might have been predictable. This time Eurasia may very well stand solid against a weakened Oceania (and a faint-hearted Europe).”
And that brings us to two interconnected summits: the Quad and the China-US 2+2 in Alaska.
The QUAD
The virtual Quad last Friday came and went like a drifting cloud. When you had India’s Prime Minister Narendra Modi saying the Quad is “a force for global good,” no wonder rows of eyebrows across the Global South were raised.
Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi remarked last year that the Quad was part of a drive to create an “Asian NATO.”
It is.
But the hegemon, lording over India, Japan and Australia, mustn’t spell it out. Thus the vague rhetoric about “free and open Indo-Pacific,” “democratic values,” “territorial integrity” – all code to characterize containment of China, especially in the South China Sea.
The exceptionalist wet dream – routinely expressed in US Thinktankland – is to position an array of missiles in the first island chain, pointing towards China like a weaponized porcupine. Beijing is very much aware of it.
Apart from a meek joint statement, the Quad promised to deliver 1 billion doses of Covid-19 vaccines throughout the “Indo-Pacific” by the end of… 2022.
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… by the end of 2022.
… about two years from now.
The vaccine would be produced by India and financed by the US and Japan, with the logistics of distribution coming from Australia.
Produced in India.
Financed by the US and Japan.
Logistical distribution out of Australia.
That was predictably billed as “countering China’s influence in the region.”
Too little, too late. The bottom line is: The hegemon is furious because China’s vaccine diplomacy is a huge success – not only across Asia but all across the Global South.
Yah. China has been doing this all year. And it is just insane to think that American promises of some day in two years is going to matter. Or make a difference. Or to provide credibility.
This ain’t no ‘strategic dialogue’
US Secretary of State Tony Blinken is a mere apparatchik who was an enthusiastic cheerleader for shock and awe against Iraq 18 years ago, in 2003. At the time he was staff director for the Democrats on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, then chaired by Senator Joe Biden.
Now Blinken is running US foreign policy for a senile cardboard entity who mutters, live, on camera, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Nance” – as in Nancy Pelosi; and who characterizes the Russian president as “a killer,” “without a soul,” who will “pay a price.”
With that in mind, there’s little doubt that the formidable Yang Jiechi, director of the Office of the Foreign Affairs Commission of the CPC Central Committee, side by side with Foreign Minister Wang Yi, will make shark’s fin soup out of their interlocutors Blinken and National Security Advisor Jake Sullivan at the 2+2 summit in Anchorage, Alaska.
Only two days before the start of the Two Sessions in Beijing, Blinken proclaimed that China is the “biggest geopolitical challenge of the 21st century.”
According to Blinken, China is the …
“only country with the economic, diplomatic, military and technological power to seriously challenge the stable and open international system – all the rules, values and relationships that make the world work the way we want it to, because it ultimately serves the interests and reflects the values of the American people.”
So Blinken tacitly admits what really matters is how the world works “the way we want it to” – “we” being the hegemon, which made those rules in the first place. And those rules serve the interests and reflect the values of the American people.
As in: It’s our way or the highway.
Blinken could be excused because he’s just a wide-eyed novice on the big stage. But it gets way more embarrassing…
American foreign policy 2021
Here’s his foreign policy in a nutshell (“his” because the hologram at the White House needs 24/7 instructions in his earpiece to even know what time it is):
Sanctions, sanctions everywhere;
Cold War 2.0 against Russia and “killer” Putin;
China guilty of “genocide” in Xinjiang;
China is a notorious apartheid state getting a free pass to do anything;
Iran must blink first or there’s no return to the JCPOA;
Random Guaido recognized as President of Venezuela, with regime change still the priority.
There’s a curious kabuki in play here.
Following the proverbial revolving door logic in DC, before literally crossing the street to have full access to the White House, Blinken was a founding partner of WestExec Advisors, whose main line of business is to offer “geopolitical and policy expertise” to American multinationals, the overwhelming majority of which are interested in – where else – China.
So Alaska might point to some measure of trade-off on trade.
The problem, though, seems insurmountable.
Beijing does not want to eschew the profitable American market, while for Washington expansion of Chinese technology across the West is anathema.
Blinken himself pre-empted Alaska, saying this is no “strategic dialogue.”
So we’re back to bolstering the Indo-Pacific racket;
Recriminations about the “loss of freedom” in Hong Kong – whose role of US/UK Fifth Column is now definitely over;
Tibet;
The “invasion” of Taiwan, now on spin overdrive, with the Pentagon stating it is “probable” before 2027.
Shutdown of the BRI by intervention in Xinjiang.
“Strategic dialogue” it ain’t.
A junkie on a bum trip
Wang Yi, at a press conference linked to the 13th National People’s Congress and the announcement of the next Five-Year Plan, said:
“We will set an example of strategic mutual trust, by firmly supporting each other in upholding core and major interests, jointly opposing ‘color revolution’ and countering disinformation, and safeguarding national sovereignty and political security.”
That’s a sharp contrast with the post-truth “highly likely” school of spin privileged by (failed) Russiagate peddlers and assorted Sinophobes.
Top Chinese scholar Wang Jisi, who used to be close to the late Ezra Vogel, author of arguably the best Deng Xiaoping biography in English, has introduced an extra measure of sanity, recalling Vogel’s emphasis on the necessity of US and East Asia understanding each other’s culture.
“In my own experiences, I find one difference between the two countries most illuminating.
We in China like the idea of “seeking common ground while reserving our differences.”
We state that the common interests between our two countries far exceed our differences.
We define common ground by a set of principles like mutual respect and cooperation.
Americans, in contrast, tend to focus on hard issues like tensions over Taiwan and the South China Sea.
It looks that the Chinese want to set up principles before trying to solve specific problems, but the Americans are eager to deal with problems before they are ready to improve the relationship.”
The real problem is that the hegemon seems congenitally incapable of trying to understand the Other. It always harks back to that notorious formulation by Zbigniew Brzezinski, with trademark imperial arrogance, in his 1997 magnum opus The Grand Chessboard:
“To put it in a terminology that harkens back to the more brutal age of ancient empires, the three grand imperatives of imperial geostrategy are [1] to prevent collusion and [2] maintain security dependence among the vassals, [3] to keep tributaries pliant and protected and [4] to keep the barbarians from coming together.”
Dr Zbig was referring, of course, to Eurasia. “Security dependence among vassals” applied mostly to Germany and Japan, key hubs in the Rimland. “Tributaries pliant and protected” applied mostly to the Middle East.
And crucially, “keep the barbarians from coming together” applied to Russia, China and Iran. That was Pax Americana in a nutshell. And that’s what’s totally unraveling now.
"the Americans are eager to deal with problems before they are ready to improve the relationship."
That observation is consistent with that of an entity that only wants its orders obeyed and seeks no relationship or friendship with any other entity since it sees itself as Top Dog, and #1 in every way. As with the Nord Stream project, we see the Gangster mentality--Do as I say or else!
Not only does the Emperor have no clothes or much of a working memory, he's got erectile dysfunction too that's well beyond the ability of Viagra to fix.
Hence the Kill Bill logic. It goes back a long way. Less than two months after the collapse of the USSR, the 1992 Defense Planning Guidance preached total global dominance and, following Dr Zbig, the absolute imperative of preventing the emergence of any future peer competitor.
Especially Russia, defined as “the only power in the world with the capacity of destroying the United States.”
Then, in 2002, at the start of the “axis of evil” era, came the full spectrum dominance doctrine as the bedrock of the US National Security Strategy. Domination, domination everywhere: terrestrial, aerial, maritime, subterranean, cosmic, psychological, biological, cyber-technological.
And, not by accident, the Indo-Pacific strategy – which guides the Quad – is all about “how to maintain US strategic primacy.”
This mindset is what enables US Think Tankland to formulate risible “analyses” in which the only “win” for the US imperatively requires a failed Chinese “regime.”
After all, Leviathan is congenitally incapable of accepting a “win-win”; it only runs on “zero-sum,” based on divide and rule.
And that’s what’s leading the Russia-China strategic partnership to progressively establish a wide-ranging, comprehensive security environment, spanning everything from high-tech weaponry to banking and finance, energy supplies and the flow of information.
To evoke yet another pop culture gem, a discombobulated Leviathan now is like Caroline, the junkie depicted in Lou Reed’s Berlin:
But she’s not afraid to die / All of her friends call her Alaska / When she takes speed / They laugh and ask her / What is in her mind / What is in her mind / She put her fist through the window pane / It was such a / funny feeling / It’s so cold / in Alaska.
Washington Has Resurrected the Specter of Nuclear Armageddon
During the 20th century Cold War with the Soviet Union, there were US Soviet experts who were concerned that the Cold War was partly contrived and, therefore, needlessly dangerous. Stephen Cohn at Princeton University, for example, believed that exaggerating the threat was as dangerous as underestimating it.
On the other hand, Richard Pipes at Harvard believed that the CIA dangerously underestimated Soviet military power and failed to grasp Soviet strategic intentions.
In 1976 President Gerald Ford and CIA Director George H.W. Bush commissioned an outside panel of experts to evaluate the CIA’s National Intelligence Estimates. This group was known as Team B.
Under Pipes’ leadership Team B created the perception that the US faced a dangerous “window of vulnerability.”
In conventional wisdom, in order to close this window of vulnerability President Reagan began an American arms buildup.
On this point conventional wisdom is wrong.
The Reagan military buildup was as much hype as reality.Its purpose was to bring the Soviets to the negotiating table and end the Cold War in order to remove the threat of nuclear war.
Reagan’s supply-side policy had fixed the problem of worsening trade-offs between employment and inflation, thus making an arms buildup possible.
In contrast, Reagan regarded the Soviet economy as broken and unfixable.
He reasoned that a new arms race was more than the Soviets could afford, and that the threat of one would bring the Soviets to the table to negotiate the end of the Cold War.
The Soviet Union collapsed when hardline communists, convinced that Gorbachev was endangering the Soviet Union by giving up too much too quickly before American intentions were known, placed President Gorbachev under house arrest.
The Yeltsin years (1991-1999) brought the dismemberment of the Soviet Empire and was a decade of Russian subservience to the United States.
Putin came to power as the American neoconservatives were girding up to establish US and Israeli hegemony in the Middle East.
As General Wesley Clark told us, seven countries were to be overthrown in 5 years. The American preoccupation with the Middle East permitted Putin to throw off American overlordship and reestablish Russian sovereignty.
Once Washington realized this, the American establishment turned on Putin with a vengence.
Stephen Cohen, Jack Matlock (Reagan’s ambassador to the Soviet Union), myself and a few others warned that Washington’s refusal to accept Russian independence would reignite the Cold War, thus erasing the accomplishment of ending it and resurrecting the specter of nuclear war.
But Washington didn’t listen.
Instead, Cohen and I were put on a list of “Russian agents/dupes,” and the process of trying to destabalize Putin began.In other words, once an American colony always an American colony, and Putin became the most demonized person on earth.
Today (March 17) we had the extraordinary spectacle of President Biden saying on ABC News that President Putin is a killer, and “he will pay a price.”This is a new low point in diplomacy.
It does not serve American interests or peace.
This all is dangerous.
Yesterday a CIA-Homeland Security report was declassified. The “report” is blatant propaganda.
It alleges that Russia interfered in the 2020 election with the purposes of “denigrating President Biden’s candidacy and the Democratic Party, supporting former President Trump, undermining public confidence in the electoral process, and exacerbating sociopolitical divisions in the US.”
“Russiagate” is still with us despite the failure of the three-year Mueller investigation to find a scrap of evidence.
We desperately need a new Team B like the one the CIA commissioned in 1976 to check on itself.But in those days discussion and debate was possible.
Today they are not.
We live in a world in which only propaganda is permitted.
There is an agenda.
The agenda is regime change in Russia.
No facts are relevant.There will be no Team B to evaluate whether the Putin threat is exaggerated.
The anti-Russian craze that has been orchestrated in the US and throughout the Western world leaves the US in an extremely dangerous situation.
Americans and Europeans perceive reality only through the light of American propaganda.American diplomacy, military policy, news reporting, and public understanding are the fantasy creations of propaganda.
The Kremlin has shown amazing forbearance of Washington’s inanities and insults.It was the Democrat Hillary Clinton who called President Putin the “new Hitler,”and now Democrat Biden calls Putin “a killer.”
American presidents and presidential candidates did not speak of Soviet leaders in these terms. They would have been regarded by the American population as far too deranged to have access to the nuclear button.
Sooner or later the Kremlin will understand that it is pointless to respond to demonization with denials.
Yes, the Russians are correct.
The accusations are groundless, and no facts or evidence is ever provided in support of the accusations.
Sooner or later the Kremlin will realize that the purpose of demonizing a country is to prepare one’s people and allies for war against it.
They have realized this. They know what will occur. They are ready and prepared.
Washington pays no attention to Maria Zakharova and Dmitry Peskov’s objections to unsubstansiated accusations.
When “sooner or later” is, I do not know, but the Russians haven’t reached that point.The Kremlin reads the latest allegations as an excuse for more sanctions against Russian companies and individuals. This reading is mistaken.
Washington’s purpose is to demonize Russia and its leadership in order to set Russia up for regime change and, failing that, for military attack.
In the United States Russian Studies has degenerated into propaganda.
Recently, two members of the Atlantic Council think tank, Emma Ashford and Matthew Burrows, suggested that American foreign policy could benefit from a less hostile approach to Russia. Instantly, 22 members of the think tank denounced the article by Ashford and Burrows.
This response is far outside the boundaries of the 20th century Cold War.It precludes any rational or intelligent approach to American foreign policy.Sooner or later the Kremlin will comprehend that it is confronted by a gangster outfit of the criminally insane.
Then what happens?
Oh you know.
Sigh…
Pepe does get to the essential detail so clearly. Commonality verses divide all and conquer all. When he says it goes back a long way he is surely right again.
“To put it in a terminology that harkens back to the more brutal age of ancient empires, the three grand imperatives of imperial geo-strategy are to prevent collusion and maintain security dependence among the vassals, to keep tributaries pliant and protected and to keep the barbarians from coming together.”
“To keep the barbarians from coming together” This is so telling with regard to the little noticed reality that the Roman Empire never truly collapsed.
Its patriarchal method of class rule, wherein an externally imposed force imposes a unity of subjugation on all peoples (symbolized by the fasces) with its iron rings that hold all peoples within its steely grip – is still the dominant ideology of governance in the West.
The collapse of Capitalist America is nothing less than the real and final collapse of the ideology of Roman rule. It has been so long coming that the Western mind has to stretch deeply into history to see it for what it is.
It was Peter Ustinov who said that Americans make the best movies about the Roman Empire. Because they share the same excesses along with similar bad taste. There is a reason that Washington DC has a Cato institute. Rome never had an ideology of commonality.
It had a religion of anti-commonality in governance.
Now all it has left is a very old propaganda display that cannot hide its own sunset. As the dog finally faces its death its plaintive barking becomes ever more shrill and detached from reality.
And on the home front…
The entire United States has become a free-for-all brawl.
Those that are not rioting, or trying to grab as much cash as they can, are busy planning the “new” utopia that will replace the flailing nation.
In America, many millennials are very interested in reliving the Soviet and Chinese experiments with communism. They believe the glowing positive stories that they learned in American public schools, and believe that progressive socialism could easily be implemented in America.
What they don’t realize is that what they have been taught is a lie, or at best an illusion.
All you need to do is crack open a history book and relive that time. It’s not pretty. Here we do talk about it. In fact we talk about a very simple aspect of that time; how people ate. After all, the implementation of progressive socialism under the communist banner was going to right some wrongs, feed everyone, provide safety by disarming everyone, and provide free healthcare. What happened instead should be a wake-up call to everyone.
Here we concentrate on a small area (about the size of California) and how it fared once the Communists came to power in Russia. In America we would today refer to this movement as “progressive socialists”, but aside from the name they are carbon copies of the communists of 1918.
With that being said, please kindly keep in mind that a name is just a name. Many Americans tend to equate all "democracies" at wonderful utopias, and all "communist" nations as Hell-holes. Neither is true.
Many times nations use a name as a cover to pretend and mask what they really are.
Such as the United States "democracy" when it is actually an oligarchy-ruled Military Empire, and the "communist" China with is actually a merit-led republic.
Do not be fooled by what the popular narrative is. Observe how the nation acts, and functions. That will tell you what the nations actually are and what to expect from them.
The February Revolution
The February Revolution (March 1917 in the Gregorian calendar) was a revolution focused around Petrograd (now St. Petersburg). The Russian Revolution of 1905 is considered as a major factor to explain what sparked the February Revolution. In particular, the events of Bloody Sunday triggered massive unrests. A council of workers called the St. Petersburg Soviet was created and the beginning of a communist movement began.
Meanwhile, a Provisional Government was formed by members of the Imperial parliament or Duma. The Soviets, which stand for “workers’ councils”, initially permitted the Provisional Government to rule while they kept control over various militias. It took place in the context of major military setbacks during the First World War. After the entry of the Ottoman Empire on the side of the Central Powers in October 1914, Russia was deprived of a critical trade route which led to a minor economic crisis and Russia’s inability to provide munitions to their army. As a result, the army leadership considered they did not have the means to quell the revolution and Nicholas II was soon to become the last Emperor of Russia. [1]
The disruption of agriculture was also a considerable problem in Russia, but it was not caused by poor harvests, which had not been significantly altered during war-time. The indirect reason was that the government had been printing off millions of ruble notes in order to finance the war, and by 1917 inflation had made prices increase up to four times what they had been in 1914.
The peasantry made no gain in the sale of their products, since it was largely taken away by the middlemen on whom they depended. Consequently, they tended to revert to subsistence farming. Therefore, the cities were constantly in a situation of food shortage.
In the meantime, rising prices led to higher wages expectations in the factories. In January and February 1916, revolutionary propaganda partially financed by German funds resulted in widespread strikes.
The overall outcome was a growing criticism of the government. The original patriotic excitement, which had caused the name of St. Petersburg to be changed to the less German-sounding Petrograd, may have subsided a little but heavy losses during the war strengthened thoughts that Nicholas II was unfit to rule. [2]
The following is a reprint of an article titled "How to serve man" By Douglas Smith. Reprinted as found, and edited to fit this venue. All credit to the author.
How to Serve Man
In 1921, the Lenin-led Soviet Union faced one of the worst famines in history. A new book details its horrors and the American effort to combat cannibalism
By Douglas Smith
The stories began to appear in the Soviet press in the autumn of 1921, each one more gruesome than the last. There was the woman who refused to let go of her dead husband’s body. “We won’t give him up,” she screamed when the authorities came to take it away. “We’ll eat him ourselves, he’s ours!” There was the cemetery where a gang of 12 ravenous men and women dug up the corpse of a recently deceased man and devoured his cold flesh on the spot. There was the man captured by the police after murdering his friend, chopping off his head, and selling the body at a street market to a local restaurant owner to be made into meatballs, cutlets, and hash. And then there was the desperate mother of four starving children, saved only by the death of their sister, aged 13, whom the woman cut up and fed to the family.
The stories seemed too horrific to believe. Few could imagine a hunger capable of driving people to such acts. One man went in search of the truth. Henry Wolfe, a high-school history teacher from Ohio, spent several weeks in the spring of 1922 traveling throughout Samara Province, in southeastern Russia, intent on finding physical evidence of cannibalism. In the district of Melekess, officials told him about a father who had killed and eaten his two little children. He confessed that their flesh had “tasted sweeter than pork.” Wolfe kept on searching, and eventually found the proof he had been looking for.
At first glance, it appears to be an unremarkable photograph of six individuals in winter dress: two women and four men, their expressions blank, betraying no particular emotion. But then our eyes catch sight of the grisly objects laid out across a wooden plank resting unevenly atop a pair of crates. There are two female heads, part of a rib cage, a hand, and what appears to be the skull of a small child. The adult heads have been cracked open, and the skulls pulled back. Along with human flesh, cannibals had feasted upon the brains of their victims.
Wolfe stands second from the right, surrounded by Russian interpreters and Soviet officials. There’s a faint look of satisfaction on his face at having accomplished his goal. Here, at last, was the incontrovertible proof he had set out to find.
An American in Russia
Wolfe may have found the answer he had been seeking, but to us, a century later, the photograph raises a number of questions. What was Wolfe doing in Russia in the first place? What had led this young American to a remote corner of the globe, half a world away, in search of such horrors? And why would the Soviet government, the newly formed socialist state of Vladimir Lenin and his Bolshevik Party, dedicated to world revolution and the overthrow of the capitalist order, have helped Wolfe to uncover, much less document and publicize, its miserable failure at feeding its own people?
If we look closely, a clue to answering these questions is to be found in the three letters stamped on the box in the center of the frame: “ARA.” Facing one of the worst famines in history, the Soviet government invited the American Relief Administration, the brainchild of Herbert Hoover, future president of the United States, to save Russia from ruin. For two years, the A.R.A. fed over 10 million men, women, and children across a million square miles of territory in what was the largest humanitarian operation in history.
Why would the Soviet government have helped Wolfe to uncover its miserable failure at feeding its own people?
Its efforts prevented a catastrophe of incalculable proportions—the loss of millions of lives, social unrest on a massive scale, and, quite possibly, the collapse of the Soviet state. Having completed their mission by the summer of 1923, the Americans packed up and went home. Before the A.R.A. left, the leaders of the Soviet government showered the organization with expressions of undying gratitude and promises never to forget America’s help.
“An act of humanity and benevolence,” Machiavelli wrote in his Discourses on Livy, “will at all times have more influence over the minds of men than violence and ferocity.” Machiavelli was wrong. The Soviet government quickly began to erase the memory of American charity, and what it could not erase, it sought to distort into something ugly. But it wasn’t just the Russians. Back in the United States, where Americans had followed the work of the A.R.A. with great interest, knowledge of Hoover’s achievement faded. By the time Hoover was voted out of office a decade later, during the Great Depression, the story of this extraordinary humanitarian mission had been forgotten. Now, almost a hundred years later, few people in America or Russia have ever heard of the A.R.A. Here is the story of one of the most horrifying aspects of the famine, and how the Americans sought to document it.
All P.R. Is Good P.R.
During his stay in the Soviet Union, William Garner, the P.R. man for the A.R.A., pushed for information on a subject of particular interest: cannibalism. He said he was hoping to get a chance to sit down with a cannibal for an interview before heading home. This wasn’t just morbid curiosity on his part; rather, he had been directed by his bosses to find solid, incontrovertible evidence of cannibalism. The A.R.A. had received Soviet reports on the problem but wanted its own proof. “We have ’em,” William Kelly, stationed with the A.R.A. in the city of Ufa, told Garner, “but they won’t talk for publication.”
Kelly had heard plenty of stories since arriving in Russia. He was convinced there had been thousands of cases of cannibalism that winter, but it was difficult to get precise details. Few Soviet officials were willing to talk to the Americans about this most horrifying aspect of the famine, largely out of a sense of shame and embarrassment for what they felt it said about their country. Nonetheless, a few had shared with Kelly what they knew, telling him that cannibals were dealt with forcefully when caught—put on trial and punished, some of the guilty even sentenced to death for their crimes.
Once, Kelly saw the trial records of a case, complete with a photograph of the accused and a boiled human head. The official policy of the A.R.A. was to soft-pedal such “horror stuff,” in Kelly’s words, in order to avoid accusations that the Americans had been exaggerating for cheap publicity. In early February, the Moscow office wired London to say that “any implication that the American Relief Administration vouches for the existence of cannibalism should be carefully avoided.”
Garner was hoping to get a chance to sit down with a cannibal for an interview before heading home.
“There are continual rumors about cannibalism around here,” Henry Wolfe, the high-school history teacher from Ohio, wrote from Samara on February 12 to his little brother Eddie, a student at Phillips Academy back in Massachusetts. “It is said there are cases where starving people have been eating dead bodies. I have heard some weird stories, but don’t know whether they are true.” He left soon after for the village of Melekess, a journey of some 250 miles. Wolfe wrote Eddie again from there on March 5, describing his trip: “At nearly every village we visited we heard of cannibalism. The stories were told to me by reliable persons and their accounts were corroborated by everyone in the village…. There is a woman in prison here in this town who ate her child. (Keep this on the quiet.) I’m going to see her today. You can’t imagine the terrible straits the peasants in the famine zone are in.”
Wolfe had traveled to New York in August 1921 to hand in his application in person to join the A.R.A. A member of the staff told him they might be in touch later, but they’d already received 500 applications and couldn’t make any promises. He waited around for several days, hoping to hear something. “The more I think of this Russian proposition the better I like it and the more I hope they will need me,” he wrote to his mother. But nothing came through, so Wolfe headed back to Ohio to prepare for another year of teaching history to the kids in the public schools of Coshocton County.
This was a far cry from his days as a volunteer ambulance driver during the war, first with the American Field Service in France and then the Red Cross in Italy, where he crossed paths with Hemingway and Dos Passos. He sent letter after letter to the A.R.A. that autumn, but still there were no openings for him. Finally, in December, he received word that they could use him if he could be ready to sail from New York on January 7. The office made sure to instruct him to bring heavy underwear, high boots, galoshes, and his sleeping bag.
Bodies of Evidence
When he arrived in Moscow at the end of the month, he was shocked to discover that his war service had not prepared him for Russia. The stench of the railroad station was beyond description, as was the mass of ragged humanity lurking in the darkness. Two days later, on the ride from the station in Samara to the A.R.A. house, he passed two dogs fighting in the street over a partially eaten corpse. Wolfe looked at his driver in horror, but the man paid no heed. Such things had become commonplace. On a short walk after dinner, he counted 14 dead bodies lying in the streets around the personnel house.
Wolfe spent most of his time as the lone American in the town of Melekess (now Dimitrovgrad) in northern Samara Province. Touring the villages in the area, he encountered the same hardships witnessed by other A.R.A. men—the frozen corpses stacked like cordwood in locked warehouses awaiting burial in the spring; the fetid hospitals lacking beds, blankets, aspirin, and soap; the walking dead, their eyes sunken and dull, dragging one heavy foot after the other through the snowy streets before collapsing from exhaustion.
Two dogs fighting in the street over a partially eaten corpse—such things had become commonplace.
Wolfe had a particular curiosity about what he called “the infernal crimes” that hunger could drive people to. In village after village, he met peasants who admitted to eating human flesh, whether corpses they had found or victims they had killed for food. It became something of an obsession for Wolfe, and he spent several weeks “on the trail of the cannibal,” as he wrote in a letter to a fellow A.R.A. man, William Shafroth, in early March, aided by “definitive information concerning cannibals” from local officials. Just to be safe, he made sure to carry a revolver with him on his travels.
Hearing the stories of cannibals was one thing, but to be able to catch them in the act was another. “If it can be seen, perhaps it would be valuable information to the A.R.A.” Not long after this, Wolfe found what he had been looking for, and he posed alongside his Soviet helpers for the photograph with his find, a mission-accomplished look on his face. The A.R.A. had its proof. He sent the photograph on to his superiors in Moscow. Unfortunately, the details of the image—where it was taken, the names of the men and women surrounding Wolfe, and the facts behind the discovery of the body parts—have been lost.
Original Sin
According to official Soviet reports, the first instances of cannibalism appeared in late summer 1921. The government was, not surprisingly, alarmed by the reports; nonetheless, it permitted articles about them to be published in the leading newspapers—Pravda and Izvestiia. By the spring of 1922, however, some officials felt the press had gone too far. In March, People’s Commissar for Public Health Nikolai Semashko complained in the pages of Izvestiia that the press had begun to treat the matter as some sort of “boulevard sensation.” Secondhand stories were being reported as facts, and reporters were increasingly prone to unwarranted speculation and exaggeration.
The medical doctor and amateur poet Lev Vasilevsky was prompted by Semashko’s criticism to conduct his own study of cannibalism. In Vasilevsky’s opinion, the problem was too important to be swept under the rug or left to unscrupulous reporters. The truth needed to be known and the guilty punished or, if proved to be psychologically ill, institutionalized. So he set out to undertake a serious investigation, interviewing medical workers and state and local officials, and consulting the materials that had been collected by the city of Samara’s “Famine Museum,” created by two local academics both to document the horrors of the famine and to educate the public. Among the museum’s collections were a series of gruesome photographs of cannibals, typically shown alongside the body parts that had been found with them at the time of their arrest.
In 1922, Vasilevsky published a brochure based on his research, A Horrifying Chronicle of the Famine: Suicide and Anthropophagy. In sparse, unadorned prose, Vasilevsky compiled a chilling catalogue of murder, violence, insanity, and ineffable suffering. He quoted a Bashkir edition of Izvestiia: “In the cantons are very many cases of people consuming human flesh. Driven wild by hunger, they are cutting up their children and eating them. In the grip of starvation, they are eating the bodies of the dead.” Vasilevsky also quoted a provincial official from the village of Bolshaya Glushitsa, in Pugachëv County, who warned that they were being “threatened with the danger of mass cannibalism.”
According to Vasilevsky, there had been hundreds of cases of cannibalism, and he predicted that the numbers were certain to grow as the famine worsened and the taboo against eating human flesh weakened. Indeed, it was the fear of “psychological infection” that prompted Vasilevsky to publish his research with a warning on the title page stating that this work was not to be distributed within the famine zone: readers, he worried, might draw the wrong conclusions from his work.
The people’s commissar for public health complained that the press had begun to treat the matter as some sort of “boulevard sensation.”
Among the cases recounted in A Horrifying Chronicle was that of a group of three adolescents from Ufa Province. Before they were caught, they had lured little children to a remote hut, strangled them, chopped them up, then boiled and eaten their remains. The authorities never did manage to determine the exact number of their victims. The three youths were sent off to a special facility for juvenile criminal offenders, yet the overseers made certain to separate them, concerned that they might try to continue their crimes from inside the institution.
Vasilevsky spoke to the investigating medical doctor. He found the case particularly disturbing. It turned out that the three inmates had had plenty of food at home and had apparently ventured into this grisly business out of sheer curiosity. In their interrogations, they had appeared normal, quiet, and even respectful, but he had no doubt that their “derangement had reached an extreme stage from which there was no hope of recovery.”
Their case reminded Vasilevsky of something he had read in a Kursk newspaper: “People are no longer people. Human feelings have died out, the beast, devoid of all reason and pity, has awakened.” Although Vasilevsky had to agree, he insisted that this had nothing to do with the Russian character but was quite simply the logical result of years of misery and suffering. In this, Vasilevsky was correct. Acts of cannibalism have been recorded during famines throughout history in other parts of the world, such as Ireland during the Confederate Wars of the 17th century and China during the Great Leap under Mao.
Devil in the Detail
Around the time Vasilevsky’s brochure appeared, the Samara State Publishing House released The Book of the Famine, a much larger work filled with official documents—telegrams, letters, interrogation records, police reports, and photographs—describing in grisly fashion many cases of murder, suicide, and cannibalism.
One of the most complete records concerned a 56-year-old illiterate peasant from the village of Yefimovka, Buzuluk County, by the name of Pyotr Mukhin. On January 12, 1922, he testified before Balter, an investigator for the Samara Province Revolutionary Tribunal, that his family had not had any bread since Easter of the previous year. At first they lived off grass, horsemeat, and then dogs and cats. After that, they were reduced to gathering bones and grinding them into an edible paste. But then this, too, ran out, along with all the animals in the village.
“All over our region and in our own village a great number of corpses lie about in the streets and are piled up in the public warehouse. I, Mukhin, early one evening stole into the warehouse and took the corpse of a boy around the age of seven. I had heard that some people of our village were eating human flesh. I took him home on a sleigh, chopped up the corpse into small pieces, and set about to boil it that same evening. Then we woke the children—Natalya, 16 years old, Fyodor, 12, and Afanasy, 7—and we ate it. We ate the entire body in one day, all that was left were the bones.”
Soon after, a man from the village soviet came and asked Mukhin whether the rumor that they had eaten human flesh was true. Mukhin said yes, it was—many did it in the village, although they hid the fact. The man took him to the soviet for questioning. “We don’t remember what human flesh tasted like, we were in a mad frenzy when we ate it. We never killed somebody to eat them. We’ve got plenty of corpses and so it never crossed our minds to kill someone. There’s nothing more I can tell you …”
That same day, Balter questioned Mukhin’s 28-year-old son-in-law, Prokofy, a former Red Army soldier. He told Balter that, a week before he began eating human flesh, he had had to bury his grandfather, father, and mother in the course of just 10 days. All of them had starved to death. Earlier, in the spring of 1921, he had buried his only son, aged two, also dead from hunger. A week before Christmas, his pregnant wife, Stepanida, brought home some boiled human flesh from her father, Pyotr Mukhin, and they ate this together with Prokofy’s sister Yefrosinya. The three of them were arrested and taken to the village soviet, along with some human flesh found in their home.
They were held for three days with no food, and then conveyed to Buzuluk, a journey of four days. Given nothing to eat along the way, they asked one of the accompanying officials whether they might eat the pieces of flesh. He told them no: it had been entered into the police files as evidence. They ignored him and ate it anyway.
Mukhin, his daughter, and his son-in-law were all held in the Buzuluk House of Forced Labor, where they were examined by a psychiatrist from the faculty of Samara University in the middle of January. It was his judgment that none of them displayed any signs of “delirium, delusion of the emotions (hallucinations or illusions), maniacal agitation, condition of melancholy or similar signs of emotional disturbance.” They were neither mad nor insane, but in their right minds. It was hunger that had made them resort to cannibalism, and they presented no danger of committing violence against the community. “They present as typical normal subjects who have been placed in exceptional circumstances that have forced them to commit acts of an anti-human nature, at odds with the normal expression of human nature.” The subsequent fate of Mukhin, his daughter, and his son-in-law is unknown.
They were neither mad nor insane, but in their right minds. It was hunger that had made them resort to cannibalism.
The matter-of-fact tone in which these flesh-eaters described their actions was typical. According to the report of the A.R.A. inspector in Pugachëv County, a man by the name of Svorikin, once the starving had eaten human flesh, they no longer considered it a crime. The corpse, devoid of any human soul, was food, either for them or for “the worms in the ground.” He noted: “They speak of these things with a curious kind of passiveness and quietness, as if the question were not of eating a person but simply a herring.”
The practice became so common in this district that the peasants approached state officials to request the government to permit it. That this took place in Pugachëv County in Samara Province is not surprising. This part of the Volga region, which included Buzuluk, home of the Mukhins, suffered like nowhere else. By July 1922, the population had fallen from 491,000 to 179,000 in just two years: over 100,000 had perished from starvation and disease, 142,000 had been evacuated by the state and various relief agencies, and roughly 70,000 people had simply vanished without a trace. Pugachëv County was particularly remote: cut off from the rail lines, isolated from the outside world, left to survive on its own. It was precisely in such places that the most desperate victims of the famine resorted to cannibalism.
Once the starving had eaten human flesh, they no longer considered it a crime.
But not all peasants were willing to accept their fate and take to eating the dead. On the morning of December 8, 1921, in the village of Pokrov-Tananyk in Buzuluk County, a group of almost 50 angry peasants dragging the body of a brutally murdered man on a sleigh arrived at the home of Comrade Golovachëv, the county chairman. They pounded on his door until he came out, and demanded he give them food or else they would come back and eat the man instead. They threw the bloody corpse on the doorstep and departed. Golovachëv’s response is not known, nor is it known whether the mob made good on its threat. The policeman who reported this incident added, “Crimes of cannibalism are becoming more and more prevalent.”
False Alarm
Even if the A.R.A. wanted to play down cannibalism in its publicity, the subject was too explosive to keep out of the Western press, which had a tendency to treat it with the same tawdry sensationalism that had so angered Commissar Semashko. In April 1922, Reuters reported that during a riot in Samara a member of the A.R.A. staff had been killed and eaten. That same month, a story appeared in a Parisian newspaper stating that the American boss of the A.R.A. in Samara had been murdered, cooked, and eaten by the locals. A bemused Wolfe wrote to his brother in mid-May to say he was sure Eddie had read of the reports that an American had been killed and eaten in Samara, and that the likely victim had been none other than Henry himself, but there was no cause for alarm: this was an old rumor that had been going around for months, and he was safe and sound.
On May 29, The New York Times carried a story on cannibalism that made reference to an exhibition of gruesome photographs recently set up in the Kremlin, only a few doors down from Lenin’s office. The article questioned the reason for the exhibition, surmising that the terrifying images and stories were part of the government’s strategy to wring more aid out of the West. Many of the photographs had been taken by G.P.U. agents to be used as evidence in criminal cases. Although the article gave a vivid, and horrifying, description of the images, the Times refused to publish some of the details, substituting in brackets the words “Here follow details too revolting for publication.”
By the autumn of 1922, Wolfe had had enough of Russia. On November 9, he wrote a letter to Colonel William Haskell, head of the A.R.A. operation in the Soviet Union, informing him that he was beset by “a depression and nervous tension which make it impossible for me to work as I would.” Given what he had seen, no one could blame him. He had gone to Moscow on leave for a time, hoping this would help his mental state, but as soon as he returned to the famine zone, he felt stricken once again with famine shock. The only thing for him to do was resign and go home. The comfortable normality of his native Ohio had never looked so good.
Please keep in mind that as America goes though all these changes, that there will be areas of discomfort and distress. Some areas might experience broken lines of supply and transport. If that happens, the people may become hungry. And a nation where just everyone owns guns, and has a shit-fit over wearing masks, and hoards toilet tissue would go “ape shit” when hungry. Learn from history.
Do not be caught unprepared.
And do not count on your “leaders”. If anything they are puppets controlled by other interests who themselves are idiots.
America is devolving from a land of the “lone wolf” to a land of “every man for himself”. Be safe. Be frosty.
You greatest ability right now is to control your thoughts, to prepare, and establish friendships to everyone in your neighborhood. Be helpful. Obtain useful skills. Know how to be valuable. You will be fine.
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This is a continuation of part 1. It discusses what it was like for me to go through the decommissioning process.
When my group was “retired” it was very cold, calculating.
It was methodical and ruthless. I was targeted for “disable and discard”. A chick came into my life. Dragged me to Arkansas on the promise of a great job and a new life, poisoned the living shit out of me with heavy metals while having me sign away on multiple life insurance policies.
The neurological effects got to be pretty pronounced, and was noted by the hospital, and that is what triggered the “fall back” solution; retirement as a sex offender. Aside from the personal angst, it really was “click off the boxes”, “ram through the system”, and “discharge” into the arms of another agency that knows Jack-shit.
[#08] The promise of a new life
After proceeding through ten closure programs; ten figurines, I stood facing the frozen Asian girl figurine. Why was she important? What did she represent? Well, as I will explain here, she represented my closure and rewards. But how?
Can it be that these were the promises of what would happen once I completed my retirement?
It would make sense if that were the case. To promise me great rewards of an enviable life of promise, love and adventure in a far away and exotic land; a land of which occurred only in adventure yarns and romance novels. Was this the purpose of this subroutine? I believe that this was the case as well as the purpose. Yet… One must wonder. Truly, what good is a promise if it is empty? How could this promise be manifested? Certainly no public official, or MAJestic member would cut me a check; buy me a plane ticket and put me on a plane to the South Pacific, would they?
That lies and belies the entire sequence of importance that resides within the quantum mental state; thoughts create realities. Our thoughts (no matter how we obtain them) eventually create the reality that we experience in the physical.
And, if so, was it [1] because my thoughts control and create my future, or that [2] the extraterrestrial technology had the ability to dimensionally split me off to another reality? A reality, mind you, that they have created for me once I have successfully completed their tasks? This is truly heady stuff, guys.
I say this, because I am right now living the life that was promised to me by this program.
I thought about this while living in a beach house on the ocean on an island in Polynesia, being married to a very busty and attractive Asian, half my age, with a great set of legs. You know, I can’t help but wonder about this. This is not a life that one just suddenly stumbles into by accident. It is a life that is materialized and manifested through thought. And if one’s thoughts can be controlled by implanted probes, and those probes can have a program that directs thought… then the program can create the life that you will live. (This paragraph is perhaps the most important paragraph in this manuscript. Therefore it deserves a second read. Understand what I am saying.)
Let me begin by relating how I was able to access this program.
This retirement program ran all day long, and I was exhausted. I guess that perhaps six hours had transpired by the time I reached the frozen figurine of the Asian girl. Up until this time, I would spend it running fully ten other subprogram routines.
Each program would be accessed by going up to the frozen figurine and looking at it intently. As I would do so, I would become absorbed into it, and I would find myself in a different place and situation. Each situation revolved around the idea or concept embodied inside the figurine that stood before me.
These figurines represented a closure program.
At times I was reliving or running these individual programs. I was learning lessons, or reliving events. I was obtaining emotional satisfaction and closure on events and mysteries that were just now being presented to me.
It was all very complex and elaborate.
It was as if I was at the pinnacle of my life and learning the; who, where, and why of my significance. This was all about closure. This was all concerning my life and the impact that it has on others.
After I would run the program, I would exit it, and the figurine would remain.
But it would be a little different. It would have changed. After I ran the program, I felt a tremendous release, as if a burden had been released from my shoulders. The figurines reflected this.
After ten such programs, all that remained were two remaining figurines. They were the [1] Asian girl, and the [2] Marine warrior.
I stood in front of the Asian girl, and merged with the program.
In it; I found myself walking on a lush tropical beach with a wonderful azure blue sky and daylight filtering from the leaves of mango and durian trees. I could see the waves softly lapping on the wide expanses of sand, and the occasional sea shell or conch shell that had washed up upon the beach. I could see the green-blue water lapping upon my toes, and the curved beach ahead of me.
Before me walked the Polynesian / Asian beauty. Her long lush blueish black hair blew in the breeze. Dressed, as she was in a sarong and not much else. Her toes splayed out as she walked in the sand, and she held a tropical drink in her hand. (I know this sounds very corny and terribly stereotypical, but that is what I experienced. I was reliving a Harlequin Novel; no matter how nauseating it might seem to the reader. It is what happened.)
Harlequin Novel
The romance novel or romantic novel is a literary genre. Novels of this type of genre fiction place their primary focus on the relationship and romantic love between two people, and must have an "emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending." There are many subgenres of the romance novel including fantasy, historical, science fiction and paranormal.
“You want this.”
Yes, I know it is corny, but this is what I experienced, as stereotypical as it is. This is exactly what I experienced. I wish it wasn’t so stereotypical or odd, but it is what it was. So I present it her in all it’s stereotypical and obscure glory.
The drink was a piña colada and it was inside a coconut shell with chunks of pineapple floating in it.
The piña colada is a sweet, rum-based cocktail made with rum, cream of coconut, and pineapple juice, usually served either blended or shaken with ice. It may be garnished with a pineapple wedge, a maraschino cherry or both.
It had a standard plastic straw of red color just sticking out of it with a 1960’s style tiny umbrella attached to it. She looked at me with the most amazing big dark eyes. She had unusually large and lush lips that were moist, open and inviting. She approached and got up really close to me. I could smell the sun on her skin, and the smell of the ocean and sand. I detected a faint whiff of some tropical perfume in her hair. She was much shorter than I was. Perhaps 5’2” tall.
Typically I could not experience smells when I was engaged in the ELF field. But I was able to in this sequence. I must wonder why.
I know.
I know, that all this is super corny.
But this is EXACTLY WHAT I EXPERIENCED, for good, bad or corniness.
The drink disappeared from her hand and with both hands she softly and lightly held my hands in hers. She looked at me intently. She whispered to me. It was a promise.
She said to me that I did not want wealth, nor did I want power.
She knew me, she said.
She looked at me with a serious expression. “You want this”, she said.
She placed my hand on her breast and turned around so that my arm was holding her chest and she pressed her back against my chest. And moved her hand out upon the expanse of Lush Ocean, and green tropical hills with beautiful clouds. “You want this”, she said again.
Then she turned around again to face me.
She continued to look into my eyes deeply. “You deserve this.” She said. “You need this. You earned this. This is yours. Take it. Accept it. Move on with your life.”
She then paused.
She softly put her head in my chest. And hugged me softly, and the sun rapidly set upon the vast tropical ocean. As it gradually got dimmer and dimmer, the words resonated in my mind.
I knew that she was giving me this life, this new state of life and being. But how could it possibly mature and transpire? I did not know. Yet, still the words echoed in the gathering darkness. The breeze increased and she held me closer. “This is your reward”, she cooed. “This is all yours. Thank you.” She kissed me, and the program ceased and I found myself back in the black nothingness room with the twelve frozen figurines.
Her words just echoed on my mind…
“You want this.” “You deserve this. You need this. You earned this. This is yours. Take it. Accept it. Move on with your life.”
+ + +
Look, I know this was a program. I knew what was going on. This was all about my retirement from a system that controlled my mind. As such, they could get into my mind. They could expose me to holographic events and movies in which I would be able to participate in.
While the previous ten figurines all had specific closure sequences. This one was different.
Instead of shutting down knowledge and experiences, this was about a future. A future in which I will be rewarded for my efforts in a way and manner that suits my personality profile. Not through the rewards of money or lavish expensive collections of possessions, but rather of a stress free life with a beautiful (and sexy) companion in a beautiful place.
But, still I had to wonder…
How would this come to be? How could this possibly transpire? I was facing five years ahead of me at hard labor and probation. My immediate future was hardly a paradise by any stretch of the imagination. It was a mystery that I would not even begin to contemplate to a full ten years afterwards. Because, exactly ten years later, this life actually and did completely manifest into reality.
This promise that was made to me that day, manifested into reality, ten years later.
This was no literary fiction. I actually ended up living on Tutuila island in the Samoan island chain. That is another story for another time.
But the idea that a software program associated with the ELF probes would direct my thoughts to manifest reality is a significant point that the reader must not discount.
We live in a multi-dimensional universe.
If we control our thoughts we can manifest our physical realities in the way that we prefer.
But if people, of evil or other intent, have the ability to do so, they can also mold and create the reality that we experience. That is why the manifestation of sentience is important to the <redacted>.
They do not want us to develop into service to self-sentience. If we did so, then the clutch of mankind evolutionary prospects would be minimized to the great detriment of the local federation.
+ + +
I was pretty tired from the events of the day so far. I had gone through eleven subprograms and I was exhausted. Yet one final program remained. This was the final program.
This program was the Marine program.
(In my mind.) I walked up to the frozen figuring and stood looking at myself as a battle hardened Marine. I looked up into its eyes. I knew what it was about. I knew what it represented. I understood what and why I had to make this final encounter.
[#12] The retirement of the spirit of a Marine
Upon merging with the image (computer sub-program) I found myself walking upon the ruins of a giant ship yard.
The image that I had was piles of wrecked and dissembled ships that lay bare upon a sea side. The metal and steel shone brightly and reflectively in the clear day. The sky was blue and trees could be seen in the distance. The impression that I had was that the site was huge, but containable, and that I was in a large naval scrap yard. It was near the sea or ocean and it was a bright and sunny day.
It was so sunny that the light glinting off the bare and exposed steel was painful to look at. yet the trees at the edge of the wrecking yard were beautiful florescent green upon a nice blue, blue, blue cloudless sky.
This yard was involved in the dismantling of boats, and ships of various sizes and ages. It was a bright and clear day. Maybe ten in the morning. The sky was pristine blue, and the colors of the distant trees and buildings were remarkably colorful. In particular, the trees were a bright lush green, and the sky was nearly cloudless.
Surrounding me were piles of shiny metal and the ruins of many a fine steel ship. Most of the piles were just collections of town ship parts. There would be a partial stern of a ship here, and a torn bulkhead there. Wires, sheet metal, and fixtures lay about everywhere.
As I walked about, I saw no one to greet me. This was quite unusual. As all the other program subroutines involved a persona or character that I would interact with. I could see tiny workers in the distance. One man, wearing a plaid red shirt, was inside a booth controlling a crane, and there were a few men in the distance walking along the tree line.
I found myself led, by curiosity or random activity (?), towards a pile of debris off to my right. As I approached it, I could see what it was.
It was a (fragment or a broken section of) bulkhead with an array of small boxes set into the wall.
They looked like little mail boxes. Each mail box had a number. I was curious and so I walked up to it to observe it closer. I reached my hand to brace myself as I got closer to peer at the boxes. I maneuvered myself to get closer, carefully avoiding the rough jagged sharp edges… As I touched the rough edge of the torn bulkhead…
+ + +
Everything was different. It was a different time and a different place. I was a deck hand. I was an immigrant to America. My name was (Sorry, but at the time of this writing I have discovered that I have forgotten the name. I just cannot remember the name), and I came from an eastern European country. I had black curly hair, and a black beard. I wore a watch cap of sorts, and period costume naval work clothes. I was in the merchant marine. The year was sometime in the 1880’s to 1900’s more or less. (Post American civil war, but before the turn of the century.)
Watch Cap
A knit cap, originally of wool (though now often of synthetic fibers) is designed to provide warmth in cold weather. Typically, the knit cap is of simple, tapering constructions, though many variants exist. Historically, the wool knit cap was an extremely common form of headgear for seamen, fishers, hunters and others spending their working day outdoors from the 18th century and forward, and is still commonly used for this purpose in Scandinavia and other cold regions of the world. Being found all over the world where climate demands a warm hat, the knit cap can be found under a multitude of local names.
In the blink of a nanosecond, I found myself at the bow of the ship, near the chain locker.
It was yet another reality.
It was an understanding, or a realization of my place; my role, or my life. I had a task. I had a chore to perform. Staring down the dark portal below I could see the deep bowls of the inner ship below. It was dark and dim, but I could barely make out the sides of the steel bulkheads below.
My job was to clean it, or to retrieve something that had fallen down inside of it. I do not know which.
.
I had to do my job, or perform my task. It was my role; my purpose. So I did as I was instructed. I went to another part of the ship and moved towards the bow. I entered the (chain) locker through a small hatch below decks. It was an access hatch; seldom used.
I opened the port, and stepped inside. I found myself standing there. I stood there looking around the dim chamber.
It was dim, but not entirely dark. It was smelly and smelled of mud, dirt, grime and oil. The chamber was hot, damp, humid and stifling. I started to look around the small chamber.
I was searching for something.
I had to climb up and around various rough edges and huge chain that occupied the entire deck of the chamber.
When suddenly I heard a sound above me.
I looked up. I saw the chain spilling down towards me.
As the anchor chain in the portal above me started to move, I started to move. But it was no use. The heavy steel links flowed down into the small chamber
The chain cascaded down into the chain locker. I watched it come towards me.
It hit me on the face.
It hit me.
The tons upon tons of heavy iron chain fell down and smashed me.
All became dark.
.
(I died. I was in the bow chain locker and tons of anchor chain fell down upon me killing me instantly. I don’t really know the significance of this portrayal of the event at the time; though I would later. But for now the reader must understand that I experienced the death event of a Merchant Marine sailor in the late 1880’s.)
The next sequence of events was like participating in a documentary. Not watching a documentary, but rather participating in it.
I saw the ship sail on without the seaman. I saw how the seaman became part of the ship. How his soul became the very soul of the ship. He did not haunt the ship as a ghostly specter, but rather, became an integral part of the lifeblood of the ship. As we deal with possessions and things, our quanta entangles with it, and we become combined. This is the same with anything. Be it relationships, items, desires, thoughts. The seaman had become part of the ship. The thoughts and dreams, hopes and desires of the other sailors, through the years merged with the spirit of the dead merchant marine sailor.
The metal, of the ship, had a soul.
But as all things do, the ship became old and obsolete. Eventually, it too was retired. Much like I was. But a soul cannot be destroyed. Can’t you understand? A soul can be changed, and altered, but it still exits. The soul of this sailor still existed, even when the ship was torn up and shattered apart and sold for scrap. Every part of that ship was a soul of that sailor. And, his soul was the complete embodiment of all the hopes and dreams and experiences of all the men who sailed on that ship with him, and since that sailor died.
+ + +
It was as if shreds of this piece of metal were scattered throughout the world. Small pieces of shiny metal went everywhere. I could see the spirit of the dead crew-member leaving his body at the moment of impact and death. But it was not a linear progression of past, present and future. But instead it was the simultaneous expansion of all potential futures and presents. For as the seaman rose to join the rest of his quantum cloud, he simultaneously felt the expansion of a future where his soul would merge with the ship.
I lived his death sequence.
I felt his soul rise up following the chain that cascaded upon his smashed and lifeless body. It rose higher and higher. The brightness became magnificent. It rose above the deck of the ship and traveled up the mast of the ship. It grew brighter and more powerful. It became like a small star. I found myself shouting out loud (outside the program, and inside my cell);
May I be the shining light for all to see…So that others may follow me…And be the man who I was truly meant to be…
A buzzing noise reached a crescendo and I exploded into tiny fragments that cascaded down upon the twelve frozen figurines. Each piece was a small sliver of silver metal. (A sliver of metal that was in itself a small part of the ship that my soul had merged with.)
And each one floated to a position inside the tassel affixed to the swords that suddenly all the frozen figurines were holding.
To my surprise, I found myself standing in front of all the figurines again. But this time they were all holding up their swords to create an arch from which I would walk under.
Each sword had a tassel, and associated with that tassel was a little ball, or bead that dangled next to it.
Inside that bead was the soul of the ship.
It wasn’t just the soul of the ship, but the soul of every man and every sailor. It was their combined hopes and dreams and every one of the figurines carried this essence with them.
My goal was to walk under this protective canopy to release my soul to find a new life of greatness and meaning.
I began to walk forward. Each time as I passed a frozen figurine it dissolved and disappeared, and I became lighter, more powerful and stronger. I absorbed the essence and very being of each figurine that I walked past. They were all part of me, but of isolated connectivity. But when I walked by them, we connected. With each step this happened. I continued through to the end of the line. Each time, getting stronger and brighter and lighter.
Finally I reached the end of the line and I saw the Marine before me. He looked me sternly in the eyes and picking up his sword, snapped it in two on his knee. And when it snapped… when the event occurred, it was like a bolt of lightning struck me. Everything went white; a blazing and blinding white light.
+ + +
I found myself in a strange state. I was a disembodied white orb hovering over the former ship which killed the merchant marine sailor. I was both everywhere at once, and nowhere at all. It was an odd feeling. It was unlike anything that I can ever describe. It was a feeling totally unlike anything that a human can or will experience.
Shutting down of all my programs
At that time, one of my handlers at the ELF control booth, spoke up. “What is the code?” he asked. “Tell us the code”, my interlocutor ordered.
The imagery around me changed. I found myself standing outside the wreckage of the shipyard scrap heap. I was next to the bulkhead with the many small “mail boxes”. I walked closer to it and looked at the boxes. On each box was a number and a name of a seaman. The name of my patron seaman was on one of the boxes. The writing was in pencil and old fashioned script but still legible. I read the number on the box.
Four. Three. Seven.
I stated. There was no questioning it. That was the number on the box. The box still remained. It had a combination lock on it. This combination lock had two dials. Each dial pointed to a letter instead of a number.
.
The handler from the ELF control booth said “open the box”. And, without even thinking about it, or how I was able to do so, I moved the dials to the correct combination. I moved the dials to “H” and to “R”.
The box popped open.
“What is inside?” he asked.
I looked inside. There was a scrap of paper. It looked like the torn bottom from a letter. It was as if someone had torn away the bottom of a page of paper. On it, in pencil were words. But I couldn’t make them out. They were smudged and faint. Again, it looked like someone had written in script in the bottom margins of a book or paper.
“Read it.” The handler commanded.
The words became clear and took form. I could clearly make the words out and it took on a new meaning as I read the words. I now understood everything. It was clear to me. All of this, it was all clear to me now.
“What does it say?” the handler asked again.
I read the scrap of paper.
“I will wait for you. You belong in the islands with me. Our futures are entwined. I don’t know how or when you will return to me. But I will wait for you. When your labors are done, I will be ready and waiting for you. Come home, my love. Come home to me.”
And next to the slip of paper was an old faded black and white photo. It was one of those photos that required a person stand in front of an old style camera. One by which the photographer would stand under a dark cape to take. On it was a picture of the (now dead) merchant marine sailor standing next to his girlfriend. She was a cute girl of Polynesian / Asian descent. She was the splitting image of the frozen figurine that I had encountered earlier.
She was waiting for me. I knew it. When my adventures were complete, I could return to her. I had been away too long, and it was now time to hang up my gear and finish my labors. It was time to go home.
“Are you ready to go home?” the handler asked.
“Yes”, I paused. “Yes I am” I replied
I felt a warm wash of emotion flow through my body. It was a calming of expanse of mind. My heart expanded as did my mind. I felt my body get light and the sights around me grew lighter and brighter. I felt myself flying up, up higher… And higher
Higher.
Lighter and lighter.
“What are you?” He asked.
“I am the bright and shining star for all to see.”
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Completion
My vision returned and I was back inside my cell. I had been at this entire exercise all day, and I was totally and completely wet. My cell was hot, and I had been perspiring terribly. I got up to get some water at the sink, but it mustn’t have been well grounded, so every time I went near it I got a pretty nasty electric shock. (Pretty hard to accomplish with moist sweat covered palms.)
I sponge bathed myself and then laid down to sleep. I was exhausted. I didn’t eat all day, and I was famished. The entire exercise lasted from the morning after breakfast through to about six in the evening. I just simply closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
I meet the former Commander from NAS NASC Pensacola
The next day I woke up and my cell door was opened. I was free to join the line with the rest of the inmates. Just so, and got in line with the rest of the inmates. By now, after over a week of evaluation (ten days), they were able to trust me somewhat, and I no longer had to be so sedated. Nor did I require guards to march me everywhere. I was almost completely finished with my deactivation, as well as the “official” purpose of the evaluation; to measure my threat to the community as a sex offender.
I was told to get out of my one-piece white coveralls and was issued some “state issue”. Which is a pair of pants (with a rope draw-string) and a top. Both white. And had my Prison identification number stenciled in big black letters over my left breast. We were all issued two sets.
I was issued, like everyone else, a faded outfit that looked like others had worn it. You can tell with their old identification numbers crossed out, and mine written over them.
After I received my “state issue”, I went back to the barracks. It was time to et, and you did not want to miss that.
As I waited in line, another “inmate” walked up to me. He was older than me, and came up to me in a very friendly way. He was wearing crisp brand-new ‘state issue” (prison uniform) with no lettering. (Which was curious, as all of us had our identification number stenciled upon our clothing.
He said “Hi”, and looked at me closely. And then, staring into my eyes, asked “Do you remember me?”. I looked back at him. Indeed he looked familiar. But I could not place him at all. So I told him that. I said “Well, you certainly look familiar, but I just can’t place you.” He smiled, and walked away. That was the first and the last time that I saw him there.
“Do you remember me?”
It wasn’t until later on, after I ate, and later on that night that I realized just who this person was. It was the Naval Commander. The exact one who I met so many years ago at NAS NASC Pensacola.
He was there to say good bye.
The reader should pay close attention. The base commander was there, dressed in inmate attire in GP, but he was NOT an inmate. He did not accompany us into the mess hall. He did not have an assigned cell in the barracks. He was dressed in the prison whites so that he could meet me up close, but he was not an inmate.
The last time that I saw him was when he dropped me off at the Chow Hall in 1981.
Accessing the Source Code for Deactivation
Things were winding down during this evaluation period. Overhearing the guards, I knew that the gentlemen from Washington would be leaving soon. That only could mean that the final stages of my decommission would occur shortly. I didn’t have to wait long. While I was standing up, I suddenly felt the familiar buzzing associated with centering on the feducials. And I knew what I had to do. I stood up and looked at the feducials and centered myself.
Suddenly there was the long forgotten, but familiar album art overlay in my visual field. I went to lay down and watched the operators modify the settings. I watched passively and let them do their tasks. It was pretty simple, really. They simply would lock a suppression command in place, and archive the transmittal abilities associated with the probes. They did this and then let me alone. I was decommissioned.
Conclusion of my Evaluation
With the conclusion of these mind-numbing sequence of events, I was finally deactivated. The “experts” who were present at the facility had packed up and left the prison complex. Everything was settling down into a normal prison routine. While the ELF field was still on, it was more or less, unused. My handlers were silent. The carrier waves associated with it was off, and the cadence beats were completely silent. For all practical purposes, I was near the end of my deactivation sequence.
I went to the psychiatric expert at the prison and he told me that they had concluded that I was no threat to the community. They labeled me a level 1 threat level and told me that I did not have to attend the reeducation program for sex offenders. This was good news, and he issued me a paper associated with it.
Arkansas, at that time, had four classification levels. That was different from the three level system that is federally mandated.
Upon handing me the paper, for some strange reason, my diagnostic screen again snapped on and it overlaid my field of vision. I could see that everything was shut down and locked into place. I felt calm and relaxed. It stayed in my field of vision for about four hours and then snapped off. I knew that my deactivation ordeal would soon be ending.
Or….
So I thought.
Lester has some Fun
Well, that is what we all thought. The gentlemen from Washington thought that their work was finished. I thought that I was decommissioned. And we both believed that everything was finished.
This is what we thought, but the ELF signals did not originate locally, their origination point is somewhere else. And, thus the field was still on. It would remain on for another three to four days until turned off. In the meantime, the local prison guards still had access to the local command booth in the diagnostic center. And one of the guards, a guard appropriately named Lester, thought it‘d be great fun to play with the controls.
It ended up being one of the most horrific events of my stint in the ADC.
For reasons; not entirely clear to me, the primary core kit of implant probes provided a base line or first-line of control (or defense) in memory retention and access by MAJestic or other branch operatives.
The ELF signal point of origination was often very far away from the targeted agent. The signal modulated thoughts and some basic memory functions, but the full spectrum and range of control (for some reason) required close (on site) supervision.
That is to say; there had to be someone near me, monitoring me and controlling the implants in some way.
That control had physical limitations in distance and range of control.
The secondary kit; which controlled the drones, obviously did not have this limitation. My retirement was predicated in the closure and security of my memory access. Thus it mandated that the core kit one probes be accessed in great detail. Thus the requirement for a physical retirement facility where I could be contained; restrained and eventually deactivated.
Oh, Lester was a funny fellow.
He started to adjust the knobs and buttons. He enjoyed me howling with pain. He could make my arm twitch, and could make me lose my bowel movements. He could make me ejaculate and give me tremendous headaches. He was having a great time doing this. There was nothing that I could do to stop it. Everything I tried; every plea I cried, and every action I took were inefficacious. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. My body would start thrashing about and twisting. Yet he would not stop. Suddenly; somehow, he actuated the source code menu. I don’t think that he had any idea what he was up to. He just continued to play with the switches and dials. I do not think he knew, at all, what he was doing. (Then surprisingly; out of the blue, something amazing happened.) My source code control dialog menu filled my visual cortex.
And, even though he continued to play with all manner of switches in the control booth, and played at the control panel, I was able to now access my own brain software. I was no longer locked out. Oh, it is true, I continued to undergo this period of crazy torture, but all the time, now the access menu filled my cerebral cortex.
I took advantage of this situation.
The reader should know and realize that by using the codes that were still present on the source code display, I was able to retain my memories and reverse the suppression of the memories. I did not change anything else. I left the transmission ability of the ELF probes to be turned off, and pretty much left everything else in the same state. He did manage to alter some of the comfort settings, but I was able to reset them.
Eventually, the guard was relieved, and I was able to rest. While there were some minor events since that time, in general, my role as an ELF agent was decommissioned. But thanks to the wayward guard, I now had full and total recall of all my memories associated with the two ELF programs that I participated in. In fact; I had more memories than when I was first arrested. I remembered everything; everything that ever happened to me. This entire event released every single memory lock placed in my brain. Every single one was unlocked and I remembered the most amazing things; things that, I am sure, I was not intended to recall.
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…not intended for me to recall.
I regain control of my software
Let’s chat about this for a little while, in more detail.
I might have made bad decisions. I most certainly was not in the situation that I wanted to be in, but I was not stupid. I knew what had transpired. That bozo of a guard messed up the settings that both my handlers and the “experts” had put in place. Like a spoiled child he had completely made a mess of the internal settings and lock-downs associated with my mind. Who knows what long term consequences that would have?
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Would I [1] get cancer? Could I become [2] sick, [3] mentally unstable? Would I have [4] memory loss, or [5] persistent nightmares? Anything could happen. Could I [6] accidentally get locked inside the drone with no drone pilot controlling it? It was a frightening proposal. I had to do something. And I took immediate steps to take action…
I knew what to do. It might have been decades ago, but I now had a complete memory recall. That included all of my training at NAS China Lake. I knew what was going on. I knew what was involved. I understood what controls were in place and why. I realized the entire situation and how everything fit together. There was no question of what I should do. And thus, I took control of the situation, as only I knew how to do.
I pulled up my diagnostic screen, and using my long unused skills, I removed all the terminal locks on the root core memories.
From my point of view it was similar to that of accessing an early version of Microsoft Windows 3.2 except instead of “windows” or boxes appearing, a page in a book would open up. (An icon of a hand would turn the pages, and on each page was a parameter that I could change with “check boxes” that I could set. ) I could flip through the pages with my mind. It was an interesting GUI; crude by the standards by which I was accustomed to when I was retired in 2005. But functional, never the less. The colors were all pastel. It consisted of pale greens, pale oranges, yellows and blues. Some moron chose pastels for all the GUI and brain functions whenever the brain was accessed. I guess that we “cool” in the 1980’s, but decidedly archaic in the year 2005.
I kept everything locked down, but retained the memories. I needed to do this, for that is the only way that I would be able to correct things if I accidentally made a mistake in resetting my programming. It didn’t take long, but I needed to do so.
It was a simple matter of checking or unchecking the “boxes” that resided on the GUI pages as they materialized. Truthfully, my training at NAS China Lake only covered about 60% of the functions of these boxes, so when there was a question concerning a given box or issue, I let it stay at the default, or safe setting whenever possible. You could see easily how this was manifested in the GUI.
I think that I would have preferred to reset everything into the exact condition that the “experts” left it in. But I did not know what that situation was. So I had to improvise. I don’t know if it was my fate, or I was supposed to do so, but I did the best that I could. I set up my (controllable) settings as best I could.
I locked out all outside ELF interference (The core routines, at least.), and returned everything back to “nominal” range. I left the access portals to my memories intact, but left the adjunct connections to the Core Core Kit #2 probes alone.
This was by design. I really did not understand the complexities of the secondary kit as well as the core kit. I did not want to really mess up my brain inadvertently, so I chose to be very conservative in my lockouts and restrictions.
Thus, after all of this, and thanks to Lester, I regained both full control of my memories and was able to lock out invasive ELF fields as well. I became fully empowered, and this empowerment is what enabled me to write upon Metallicman.
I wonder; was this all really “accidental”, or are there actually subroutines within subroutines? That is to say; schemes and plans within plans or great complexity? I wonder about this often.
Field turned off
(I place this here a little bit out of order to avoid reader confusion.) The ELF field stayed on for days after the “experts” left. The entire time it was on, I felt its effects. I could see cavitation everywhere, and I tended to be rather physically hot. I sweated; even when it was 40°F outside. My skin was hot and moist and I drank a lot of water. The high pitched ringing in my ears wasn’t so loud and painful, but still persisted at a much lower volume. But there was no communication with the handlers, and no cadence, nor were there any other effects that were always present when I was involved in an integrated operation.
Here, I would like to discuss what happened with the ELF field was turned off.
I wish I could tell you that it was a mind blowing experience, or that it was a relief. But it wasn’t anything like that. Perhaps it was because of how I reset my mind, or perhaps this is what happens after deactivation. But when the field was turned off it was, well…ordinary.
Have you ever switched off an old style vacuum-tube television? It “felt” like that. The screen shrunk in a second into a single dot. It collapsed into that dot, and then the dot faded away quietly.
Invented in about 1910, vacuum tubes were a basic component for electronics throughout the first half of the twentieth century, which saw the diffusion of radio, television, radar, sound reinforcement, sound recording and reproduction, large telephone networks, analog and digital computers, and industrial process control.
Although some applications had counterparts using earlier technologies such as the spark gap transmitter or mechanical computers, it was the invention of the vacuum tubes that made these technologies widespread and practical.
In the forties the invention of semiconductor devices made it possible to produce solid-state devices, which are smaller, more efficient, more reliable, more durable, and cheaper than tubes. Hence, in the '50s and '60s, solid-state devices such as transistors gradually replaced tubes.
The cathode-ray tube (CRT) remained the basis for televisions and video monitors until superseded in the 21st century. However there are still a few applications for which tubes are preferred to semiconductors; for example, the magnetron used in microwave ovens, and certain high frequency amplifiers.
For me; I felt like the ELF field just collapsed upon itself, and then the remaining signal just faded away quietly. It was not, however, as if I “saw” this occurring. No. Instead it was as if I “felt the field end” just like someone turning off an old vacuum tube oscilloscope or television set.
That was all there was to it.
To those who might be watching me on the prison cameras, they would see no changes what so ever. Everything that I experienced was experienced by only one person.
That was me, and me alone.
Aside from no longer ever being entangled with the drone and the drone pilot, my long steam of nightime dreams consisting of attending futuristic schools and sitting in classes all ended abruptly. It all ended. It was over, and I haven’t attended any schools (in my dreams) ever since.
I meet Sebastian at the Intake Facility
As we were lining up to exit the facility, we were each paired with another inmate to whom were chained. (In the ADC, we were all chained together with leg chains and connected handcuffs.) To my surprise, and amazement, he looked familiar. As I looked closely, he too recognized me. It was Sebastian! (Sebastian was [1] my former AOC from NAS NASC Pensacola, and who [2] also worked alongside me at NAS China Lake.) It had been a long time (30 years!), and he had aged somewhat, but he was still recognizable.
What were the odds? Not only were we at the same facility, in the same state, at the same time, but we were chained together. The last time that I saw him was at China Lake Naval Weapons Center in Ridgecrest, California. That was thirty years ago. It had to be more than just a coincidence. It had to be.
The reader can disagree with my appraisal.
He told me that he was arrested for possession of child porn, just like I was, but he had decided to take it to trial instead of pleading out. He did not fare too well, however. He felt that it was a setup, as did I, since we were both heterosexuals with absolutely normal, and even a little dated, feelings about female attractiveness.
But, it turned out he didn’t do too well in court. In the state were we were charged, they had a massive campaign about child porn as well as a very vocal and supportive religious organizations that were going on, it seemed, like weekly crusades against those who commit those crimes.
This in itself was curious. Who or what was behind all this orchestrated antagonism? Was it part of the process to retire all us agents, or was it just a massive coincidence?
I do not know.
What I do know, is that the American media is owned and controlled by the United States government. There is no question about that. So whether they actually controlled this media blitz is unknown. What is known is that the American government did have the ability to do so if they wanted to.
So when he had his trial, the evidence did not matter. It was an emotional hot button, and the jury of his peers turned out to be mostly uneducated, deep southern people with strong racial and cultural biases (Think of the character “Ricky” from the Television show “Trailer Park Boys”.).
Actually, the truth is that they were under-educated, or little experience outside of the country where they were born and raised.
Their life experiences were often colored by prejudice and local norms of behavior that were exclusionary in their totality.
Typically, they had a high school degree but forgot most of what they had learned in school, and they worked blue-collar or manual labor positions with little application of reason or understanding.
They based their decisions on emotion. Thus they were easily manipulated by anyone serving up a story comprised of emotional issues.
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In any issue; whether it is related to this manuscript or whether it is a fight with your spouse or a political argument, one must realize that humans have the strong tendency to accept the comfort of what they know and have seen. If they come across something different; strange or unusual, they will usually tend to argue against it. We, as humans, have to realize that we need to see things for all angles and all perspectives. That wisdom is a not just a laudable goal, but a necessity towards growth and expansion of the soul.
It didn’t matter that they couldn’t prove how he got the images, or even if they actually were under the legal age. It didn’t matter that medical doctors could find no evidence of abhorrent behavior or tendencies or predilections toward pedophilia. It didn’t matter that this was his first offense. In the eyes of the community, he was a “sick individual” who needed to be incarcerated for a long, long time. I believe that he was sentenced to sixty years at hard labor (60 years) on “the third”.
One third of the sentence must be at hard labor punishment (33%), the rest can be released to parole (66%) provided that he accepted the terms of parole and passed the Sex Offender reeducation program. For him, that meant that he had a minimum of ten years at hard labor before he could even consider to be released on parole.
We rode in the bus together to our destination prisons. He was slated to go to a different one than I was, but we both knew that it was not going to be pleasant. The prison that I was designated to attend was known as the “worst” prison in the entire (state) system.
There was a saying “There ain’t nothin’ good about Brickeys.” (Let me tell you; it is an accurate appraisal.)
This was the De Facto hard labor prison. It was a common destination for most reoffenders in the prison system, but not necessarily one of the prisons that you send a newbie to, especially one for a “soft” crime.
A “soft” crime is a victimless crime, which did not involve violence or any kind or theft of property. Crimes in this category include smoking an illegal substance alone, possession of banned books, or making a copy of music or movies.
There are those who insist that there is no such thing as a victimless crime; that for a law to be passed, someone had to be a victim.
That’s really an argument for “arm-chair” philosophers.
On a practical basis; a victim according to the founding fathers of the United States (read your Federalist Papers) is someone who was harmed or hurt or suffered directly and physically by (your) criminal activities.
A victim might be a person hit by a drunk driver, a person who suffered through a mugging, a spouse who was beaten up, someone who was swindled of their life’s saving or any other direct; provable physical damage.
The accused has the right to confront their accuser (this is encoded in the Constitution, as well as many state constitutions); and if the accuser is not a victim; then it is a “victimless crime”.
The term “victimless crime” is a recent addition to the American judicial lexicon. Before 1920, all crimes required a victim to be aggrieved.
He was to be shipped off to a labor/work prison. Here his skills would be used to provide free slave labor to other industries in the region. I believe that he became a logger and worked the local lumber industry there.
As a “rent-a-slave”. Here, prisoners are rented out to companies at a low rate. They work for free, and get “credit” towards their eventual release from prison.
As we rode the bus, we chatted a little bit and caught up on some things. He (politely and strongly) suggested that we don’t talk about our experiences and the true nature of who we were. No one would believe us anyways. He also warned me that since our brains were hardwired, they could do anything to us, so it was best for us to ride out the journey.
The term “hardwired” means to physically connect one thing to another. In a like way, something has to be cut or damaged to extract the said object. Thus in this case, our probes were functionally and physically installed in our brains. We could never remove them without risking brain damage.
He offered me some candy that he had bought from the commissary and we chatted about life in general and what fate will have in store for us when we finally reached our destination.
While there were many individuals tangentially involved in our operations and training, only three people (that I actively knew of) were actively involved in our little part of the program. This cell of people comprised myself, Sebastian, and the base Commander.
Everyone else performed tasks tangential to us. While we worked on <redacted>, we knew each other through our drones. We had no clue who the drone commander was underneath the outer shell of the drones that we worked alongside. While we were being trained on the NAS China Lake facility, we worked alongside many people, but no one really had a clue as to our real purpose and training there. In every event, throughout our entire existence, there was only three people –out little cell- who truly knew what was going on.
Our missions and activities were all terminated and concluded upon closure at prison. That is how it all ended. It ended by [1] shutting off our internal systems, [2] accusing us and imprisoning us as sex offenders for child related crimes (!), and [3] life time monitoring and observation.
Exit to Prison
The ride to the prison was long and tiring. It was a six hour drive, mostly on an unplanned route, and through many back rural roads. This route was taken for reasons of safety. Any inmate that wants to plan an escape would have a hard time determining where the transport vehicle would be.
We rode in a van with three bench seats. Nine inmates rode inside. We were all chained together to the inmate next to us. Up front, sat two guards; the driver and the squad leader. Both were armed with guns and even though they were nice and polite to us, they would have certainly shot us if we appeared to be a threat to them. The driver was an older white man in his late 60’s. He talked to the inmates along the way. Chatting about the soybean fields that we drove by. The squad leader was a black woman who was also very nice and professional. These were just people doing their job. They weren’t power hungry cops, or egotistical sadistic guards, but just plain, ordinary people doing a job. We rode in the van listening to the local radio station, which was, for the state where we were incarcerated in; Country Music.
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The van itself was a white plain van marked with the States department of corrections insignia on it. Covering the windows were long bars of metal so that it was impossible to exit the vehicle, even if it overturned in a mishap. Up front, in a wire cage directly behind the driver were the sole possessions of each inmate. All categorized and accounted for inside a brown paper bag, folded and stapled shut with our name and ID number on it.
At one point, the van turned down a rural road, and we saw squads of inmates working the fields. They were all either marching, or banging away at the ground in their “State Issue” uniforms.
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Each squad was led by an armed corrections officer on horseback. He held one hand on the horses reign, and the other rested solidly on his powerful .44 magnum Smith & Wesson revolver. The guards all wore brown vests, a scarf, and a large white cowboy hat that shaded their face. Most wore sunglasses, but not all did. They all had on cowboy boots with spurs. We knew that we would arrive shortly.
Before us, sprawled in the hot fields like a Nazi concentration camp, lay our destination; ADC Brickeys.
Brickeys is also known as the “East Arkansas Regional Unit”. It is one of the most dangerous prisons in Arkansas. You can read about it here in the article “These 6 Deadly Prisons Can Only Be Found In Arkansas”. http://www.onlyinyourstate.com/arkansas/deadly-prisons-ar/
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You will find all sorts of information on the internet. This is especially true about the COVID-19 coronavirus. Contemporaneously, the advice in America has gone from [1] “not to worry, the flu is far worse”, to [2] “wash your hands, but you don’t need to wear a mask”, to [3] “stay indoors as much as possible”. Great Dejesus, people! Is that the best advice the enormous American government (and by extension, their media) can give? Ok, well, here’s what to do and why. It’s straight up and no bull shit.
The following is a reprint of an article titled: COVID-19: Why America May Be Hit Hard for 3-4 Months & What To Do, written by Dr. Carl Juneau, PhD . All credit to the author.
COVID-19: Why America May Be Hit Hard for 3-4 Months & What To Do
March 13 ·
updated March 16, 6:34 pm ET · now includes US cases by time, infected
people without symptoms spreading the virus, and predictions based on 5
other countries.
It’s here. COVID-19 hit China, Europe, and is grinding America to a halt. On March 13, President Trump declared a national emergency. Still, as a PhD in Public Health who specialized in epidemiology, I’m worried. Here’s why:
You have a compromised immune system (Health Canada)
You have a condition (heart or respiratory disease, diabetes, hypertention, or cancer)
Symptoms can take up to 14 days to appear. You can transmit the virus even if you have no symptoms (Bai et al. 2020), and possibly 1-2 weeks after symptoms (Woelfel et al. 2020, preprint data).
This is Dr. Anthony Fauci from the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, at a congressional hearing.
“The idea of anybody getting [tested] easily, the way people in other countries are doing it, we're not set up for that.”
Americans are not getting tested.
As of March 12, The Atlantic estimates that about 8,000 people have been tested in the US. Compare that to 29,700 in the UK and 210,000 in South Korea, and you can see why the number of confirmed cases in the US is suspiciously low.
“It has probably bought us a few hours, maybe a day or two”
When people don’t interact with each other, the virus doesn’t spread. You can see it in the following chart: Chinese regions (except Hubei) contained the outbreak with lock-downs, whereas South Korea, Italy, and Iran reacted late and saw it spread.
But with so many untested and undetected cases, it’s probably coming in too late. See the lines curving up for South Korea, Italy, and Iran? I’m afraid this is what’s coming for the US. But it may not be too late to flatten the curve.
Flatten the curve
You can slow down the outbreak by keeping your distance. In Italy, the town of Lodi had the first case, and locked down on Feb 23. Bergamo waited until March 8.
An initial report on Clinical Characteristics of Coronavirus Disease 2019 in China published in the New England Journal of Medicine (Guan et al. 2020) found 1.4% of patients died.
As of March 14, worldwide, 3.7% of the 145,902 people infected suffered the same fate.
But rates vary by country.
Italy, where more seniors are infected, has a rate of 7.2%.
“They may be particularly at risk for the coronavirus”
People without insurance often wait until their
conditions become serious before seeking medical help, so they could
infect many others (CNN, 2020).
In an interview with Berkeley News, Stephen Shortell, PhD, Dean Emeritus of the School of Public Health, explains:
"Financial access to care is simply not a problem in most other developed countries, like Italy and South Korea."
But in the US, without health insurance, the situation could be worse.
"Those without insurance tend to be lower income, have less than high school education, work in low wage jobs, live in areas that have more pollution and fewer health resources, and generally are in poorer health. Thus, they may be particularly susceptible/vulnerable/at risk for the coronavirus."
Sick Leave
Lack of paid sick leave is another problem.
“Many people will go to work sick, causing the virus to spread more widely.”
-Dean Baker, senior economist at the Center for Economic and Policy Research
"Those who are employed are more likely to go to work even when they are ill, because the low wage jobs typically do not have good sick leave policies, and people need the income."
That’s why I’m afraid the US may be hit
the hardest, and become the next epicenter of the pandemic. So what
actions can you take to slow down the outbreak?
According to models shared with about 50 expert teams, 160-214 million people in the US could be infected, with as many as 200,000 to 1.7 million dying if no actions were taken to slow transmission.
Other countries suggest outbreak will last 3-4 months
Total cases in Italy, UK, and Iran have
been going up for 1 month (see above). South Korea, with great measures
in place, has just stabilised after 1 month. The US, arguably, has bad
measures in place. So I estimate 1-2 months of total cases going up.
Next, people infected start to recover,
or die (1-7%). But new people get infected, so the curve becomes flat.
The curve was stable for 1-2 weeks in South Korea and China, with good
measures in place.
Then most people have been exposed. You
either got it, didn’t get it, got sick and recovered, or you’re dead. So
cases go down. Active cases in China have been going down for 1 month.
But people are still dying, and have another 2-3 weeks to go.
Based on the above, I predict 3-4 months
total. Still, it’s not too late to slow down the outbreak, and avoid
overburdening hospitals. What can you do?
Stay home
The best way to stop the outbreak is to stay home. It worked in China (see lockdowns above). In fact, according to the World Health Organization, even if you have mild respiratory symptoms, you should stay home. Here are more tips from the Organization:
To recap:
Wash your hands often (e.g. when you get home, before you eat, after using the restroom)
Wash your hands at least 20 seconds (with soap or a rub with at least 60% alcohol)
Avoid touching your eyes, nose and mouth
Cover your mouth and nose with your bent elbow when you cough
Maintain at least 1 metre (3 feet) distance between yourself and anyone who is coughing or sneezing
If you have a fever, cough and
difficulty breathing, seek medical attention and call in advance. Follow
the directions of your local health authority.
If you can, stay home. Tell your parents
and friends to stay home. Especially those aged 65 and up (or with
compromised immune systems or a medical condition), as the virus is more deadly to them. Be safe!
A note to athletes
I work with athletes. If you train, you should watch out for:
Overtraining. This is when you train vigorously, yet performance deteriorates (Lakier Smith, 2003). You risk supressing your immune system, putting you at risk for upper respiratory tract infections (MacKinnon, 2000).
Cutting weight.Hagmar et al. (2008) found that athletes striving for leanness reported being ill more often in the last 3 months. Tsai et al. (2011)
found that taekwondo athletes who trained hard and cut weight before a
national competition had suppressed mucosal immunity and more upper
respiratory tract infections.
Concerned? It might be a good idea to ease off. What to do instead? Sleep, if you’re like the 1 in 3 Americans who don’t get enough sleep (CDC, 2016). Lack of sleep creates low-grade inflammation and weakens your immune system (Besedovsky et al. 2012).
How long should you sleep? At least 7 hours a night (CDC, 2016).
Tell your US friends
Will 200,000 to 1.7 million Americans die, as the CDC experts projected? Not if we act in a big way.
So please share this article with your US friends. They need to understand and stay home. Act now, and we can avoid the worst.
About the Author
Dr. Carl Juneau holds a PhD in Public Health, with a specialization in epidemiology. He usually writes about exercise as the founder and CEO of Dr. Muscle. Email · Facebook · LinkedIn
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More videos of personal heroism in China. This is part fifteen.
Some people find these posts interesting, others boring. I find them inspirational. They how the best of what we are and why that matters.
It matters.
Here are some more videos of personal heroism. These videos
all take place in China, and show examples of how average, normal, everyday
people (or dogs and cats) can make a difference. When the calling strikes and
an emergency occurs, will you be the one who turns their back, or will you run
and offer help? Will you be the one who stays playing on the cell-phone, or
will you lend a helping hand? Will you be the person who will make a difference
in the lives of those around you, or are you just going to fade into the
background.
Make a difference. Be like Rufus!
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Video 1 – Help an old lady cross the street.
Here is a video of a little old lady making her way across the street. The intersection is a six-way, and totally confusing to the pedestrian folk of all ages. SO she’s going her way, at her speed. The cars are zipping by. But you know what?
One guy stops for her. Then a motorcycle gets in front of the the other lane and stops the traffic there. And then again, yet another car takes the lead.
Rufus. We are everywhere!
Video 2 – Rescue a man from a train.
What in the world is this guy thinking? What could be so interesting on the railroad tracks? Well, what ever it is, he is totally and completely absorbed in it, and the train is coming at him with lightening speed. He’s only got seconds before he is squashed into jelly.
Lucky for him, a Rufus sees him…
Video 3 – Catch a thief.
Thief’s are able to rob people and get away with crimes because no one comes after them. But that is changing. In China, when you take down a criminal, you help someone, you give a person CPR, you will not be sued. The police won’t arrest you Berkley, California style, or sue you for saving their life. So people are permitted by law to be heroes.
And that means catching crooks…
Video 4 – Help take down a terrorist.
When a policeman is trying to take down a terrorist, innocent bystanders might want to assist. Here, we have a Uighur Muslim in Xinjiang, China wielding a knife and shouting “God is Great” while stabbing passers by. Unlucky for him the police and the locals won’t tolerate his nonsense.
Video 5 – Helping a homeless man.
This fellow helps a guy down on his luck. Or, maybe he is mentally disturbed, or has other issues. In any event, he tries to help him. He buys him food, and gives him the shirt off his back. He’s a real Rufus…
Video 6 – Standing for the National Anthem
You would NEVER see this in the United States, but it is common in the rest of the world. When the national anthem is played, everyone stops and faces the flag and gives it their undivided attention.
Personal pride, respect for your country, your community and your school is what defines our local relationships. Without it, we are just mindless cogs within a machine.
Video 7 – Businessman gets bad news.
It’s not only emotionally distraught young women that throw themselves infront of speeding trains, it can be men as well. Sometimes the news can be so overwhelming, so out of control, and so damning that we just (out of emotion) plunge ourselves into the dark abyss. Luckily for this fellow, Rufus was nearby to help.
Video 8 – New rescue technology.
This is pretty cool. I don’t know how effective it would be, as the motor and technology would have to be checked regularly, but it’s a useful application of inventive technologies and worthy of mention.
Video 9 – A cat saves a boy from a dog attack!
This is another favorite video. It’s exactly as it appears. A dog attacks a little boy, and a cat races to the rescue!
Video 10 – Man robs a woman in a bank and then changes his mind when he sees how little she has in her account.
This kind of thing has happened more than once in China, and I am at a loss to understand why. Maybe the Chinese have a understanding of things that are different than what you have in America.
Thank you for reading this.
God bless.
Conclusion
We do not know when the calling will come.
However, when it calls, you must take action. It will not make you
wealthy, rich, famous, or attractive. But, it will make a difference
when you are judged upon death. Be the Rufus. Make a difference. Help
others. It’s our highest calling.
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Life is about living and obtaining experiences. It really and actually is. If you are not out “there” living life to it’s fullest, making friends, helping others, and raising a little bit of “Heck”, then you are wasting your life.
Here, we look at others who are making their life count. They are making a difference in the lives of those around them. They are contributing and participating in life. They are the heroes.
When life SCREAMS out your name, will you answer? Will you answer the call, like these people did?
Rufus was the name of the good Samaritan that helped Jesus carry his
cross up the hill. In life, there comes, from time to time, an
opportunity or a task that SCREAMS out YOUR name. You drop everything
and you go out and help others.
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Little girl trapped in the middle of a frantically busy street during rush hour…
Like this man. He’s driving along the road on his way to work, when
suddenly he sees a lost and terrified child in the middle of a busy
intersection during rush hour. What would you do?
Watch what he does.
Your reality is all up to YOU.
Be the Rufus.
A tale from World War I
The following story appears in Eugene Rogan’s Fall of the Ottomans. It reinforces an idea I have long subscribed to, which is that the fates of men are linked by the Chain of Fortune.
Private Robert Eardley was serving at Gallipoli with the Lancashire
Fusiliers. In August 1915 his unit conducted an attack on Turkish lines
near the Krithia road; he survived the attack and managed to reach the
Ottoman trenches relatively unscathed. Leaping into the enemy trench,
he saw a British soldier with bayonet fixed standing over a fallen,
wounded Turk. The soldier was hot with the heat of battle, and wanted
to plunge his bayonet into the man. “Here, you get out of my way,” he
told Eardley. “He has killed my mate and I am going to stick him.”
Eardley, feeling pity for the fallen foe, was persistent. He managed to
talk his comrade out of killing the wounded man. He said: “Put
yourself in his place, chum. One never knows…Don’t do it. That’s a
good fellow.” The soldier eventually accepted this argument and
relented, storming off with a scowl. Eardley remained with the wounded
Turk in the trench.
The two of them could not speak each other’s language, but they did
manage to communicate in a primitive way. Eardley dressed the enemy’s
head wound, gave him some water and tobacco, and propped him up in the
trench with his coat. “I could see by his eyes that he appreciated the
kindness,” he would later write.
Soon afterward, however, the tides of battle had turned. An Ottoman
counterattack drove the British back to their original lines. Eardley
was left to cover the retreat, but was captured by Turkish infantry as
they retook the trench. As he looked over the parapet of the trench, he
was pierced by the fixed bayonet of an attacking Turk. He wrote: “I
felt a sharp piercing sensation—a burning feeling at the back of my left
shoulder. I knew I had got the bayonet…I distinctly felt the thrust
and drawing out.” He passed out from loss of blood as dozens of Turks
overran his position. When Eardley regained consciousness, he found
himself surrounded by enemy soldiers with fixed bayonets, their eyes
ablaze with hate.
They began to lower their bayonets and move steadily toward him. He
was sure that he had come to the end of the road. Then, suddenly, he
heard a voice crying out from among the enemy gathered before him. A
Turkish man with a bandaged head, jabbering unceasingly in his native
language, leaped between Eardley and the rest of the soldiers. Although
he was still weak, he wrapped his arms around Eardley, covering him
with his body, while gesticulating wildly with his comrades. In his
dazed state, Eardley finally realized: this was the same man whose life
he had saved in the first attack.
A Turkish noncommissioned officer finally arrived on the scene, and
the wounded Turk explained the situation to him. Eardley could not
understand what was being said, but it was clear that the Turk he had
saved was now trying to save his life. After a few minutes of
discussion, the noncommissioned officer said to Eardley in broken
English: “English, get up. No one will harm you. You would have died
if only for this soldier. You gave him water, you gave him smoke, and
you stop bleed. You very good Englishman.” He then patted Eardley on
the back.
As he was being led away into captivity, Eardley shook hands with his
savior, with whom he could not communicate. But all that needed to be
said was said with their eyes, and with their physical touch. “I shook
hands with this Turk (and would give all I possessed to see this man
again). As our hands clasped, I could see he understood, for he lifted
his eyes and called ‘Allah’ and then kissed me. I can feel this kiss
even now on my cheek as if it was branded there or was part of my
blood.” The two men parted, and never saw each other again.
In such ways, and through such fortuitous interventions, are the
fates of men linked by the all-powerful Chain of Fortune. It links all
human affairs with its own unfathomable logic, which we dare not
disregard.
Baby has his hand caught in the escalator…
It’s a crowded mall, people go up and then down the escalator. They you look over and you see a “commotion” on the escalator. You only have seconds. What do you do?
You be the Rufus.
Every escalator has an off button at both the top and the bottom of the machine. Look for it. Know that it is there. If something goes wrong, you spring into action. Make no mistake, it’s your time.
When your time is called, be the Rufus.
Man has a heart attack in the car, and passes out with his foot on the gas…
When things go wrong you don’t know what is happening. You don’t know the reasons. You don’t know the causes. All that you know is that something is terribly wrong. Really, absolutely wrong.
You be the Rufus.
You spring into action. It’s now YOUR time.
You do not think. You do not reason. You react automatically and you take action.
Imagine for a second that you get a text from your brother saying
that he’s inside a mall that has been attacked by terrorists. He expects
to die any second. What do you do? If you’re Abdul Haji, the answer is
grab a gun, drive to the mall, and single-handedly take on those terrorists.
A Kenyan of Somali ethnicity, Abdul unwittingly charged headlong into
Kenya’s ongoing battle with Al-Shabab militants from neighboring
Somalia. The terrorist attack in question was the infamous Nairobi
Westgate Mall assault in 2013 which killed 67. The death toll would have
been even higher were it not for Abdul.
A businessman with a pistol license, Abdul took his weapon to the mall and opened fire on the Islamic militants with no thought for his own safety. At the time, security forces were nowhere to be seen.
Abdul was joined by a handful of plainclothes officers and some
medics from the Red Cross. Their ragtag group went from floor to floor
of the mall. They gave cover to trapped civilians and helped them to
escape.
At one point, Abdul managed to save a four-year-old girl and her
mother who were hiding literally inches from the jihadists, shielded
only by a single table. He even managed to find his brother, who
miraculously survived the attack. To this day, the modest Abdul denies
being a hero.
Car catches on fire in the middle of the road…
So, it’s a normal day. You are driving along. Suddenly you notice smoke coming out of a van and the driving is erratic. What would you do? Would you take control like this lady does?
Would you be the Rufus?
She does what she can, you know.
In China, most doors auto-lock if the car is in drive. So if the driver is incapacitated, you cannot open the doors to rescue him. Not so for the rear hatch doors, though.
She springs into action and opens up the rear hatch. But there is already boxes on fire. What to do, what to do?
You be the Rufus.
Police in “Hot Pursuit”, do you stand by as a spectacular or do you assist?
So, you are in an airport or train station. You look up and see a police woman running after a young man dressed in black. What do you do? Do you stand and watch idly by? Do you try to assist?
What do you do?
You, be the Rufus.
Yes. You be the Rufus.
It is our responsibility as men; as humans. It is what a “good Christian” does. We are responsible of our life and we should be helpful and protective to those around us in need.
On Being The Rufus…
We need to stop judging others, and live our own life to the best of our ability. We need to realize that we can make a great difference in this world if we just concentrate in bettering the life immediately around us. That means that we turn off all the negative news, and isolate ourselves away from the negative people.
We need to stop looking at the outside, and study the insides of the people that has the great impact on our life, and the lives of those we care about.
In the above, the term “auntie” means “low-paid worker”. It is a title of respect given to un-skilled or under-paid workers. It’s difficult to read, but the translation of the dialog is in white characters in the video.
Here are
some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you
might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up
in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society
within communist China. As there are some really stark differences
between the two.
More Posts about Life
I have
broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones
actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little
different, in subtle ways.
Funny Pictures
Articles & Links
You’ll not
find any big banners or popups here talking about cookies and privacy
notices. There are no ads on this site (aside from the hosting ads – a
necessary evil). Functionally and fundamentally, I just don’t make money
off of this blog. It is NOT monetized. Finally, I don’t track you
because I just don’t care to.