This is my story, for what it’s worth.
A little advice, you know it never hurt.
This world is so cruel, I hope you know what I mean.
You’ve got to keep on the move, nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream.
— Lowell Fulsom
History stalks us constantly, coming from many directions, angles and attitudes. And as Henry L. Stimson said, “History is often not what actually happened but what is recorded as such.” As a member of a secret society, the Order of Skull & Bones, Stimson knew. He served six presidents, occupying positions such as US Attorney, Governor-General of the Philippines, Secretary of State and Secretary of War (twice).
With A Memoir of Injustice, Jerry Ray and Tamara Carter expand our understanding of history, pointing away from the “recorded” version towards “what actually happened.”
The official story of the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr. has been heartily debunked in books, and in court decisions. But even with the King family supporting his innocence, the vital facts of James Earl Ray’s case have been strangely absent from mainstream exploration and discourse.
Not because we aren’t curious, but by design. It is beneficial for some to let the discord of our ignorance and confusion fester.
Lawyer and author Dr. William Pepper bluntly told me in 2005 that he had an open invitation to appear on the NBC’s Today show, as long as he didn’t bring up his two thought-provoking books that expose the lies and fallacies found within the official version of the King assassination.
Given this reality, how can it be surprising that a February 2010 Zogby poll of likely voters declared that the news media is held in the least regard among American institutions, with only 21% of the population holding our fourth estate in “some” or a “lot” of confidence. The next lowest in esteem were labor unions, Wall Street, Big Banks and corporations. The poll results showed that twice as many trust the government as trust the news media. Yet, even with this amazing lack of public trust, the immense influence of our media continues.
Whatever the reasons behind the media’s lack of candor, the effect is immensely deleterious to our republic, exasperating social anxieties, while cloaking corruption that decays our institutions, erodes our liberties and waylays our children.
A Memoir of Injustice gives us a sibling’s view of, and insight into a national tragedy, and shows us the very real human consequences of being a brother to James Earl Ray. When caught in the cross hairs of history, destiny tugs in many directions, and many do not survive the onslaught of notoriety. Jerry Ray has felt the heat of the spotlight, but also has had the opportunity to reflect. He shares with us his good times, his bad times, his in-between times … and a fuller realization of what actually transpired in April 1968 in Memphis.
Today the propaganda is thick, whipped up to a frothy pitch, serving as a disconcerted backdrop to everyday life. Can “we the people” survive, in any rational form? What will our children do? How will they live? The future is what we create.
Now is the time for all good men and women to come to the aid of their country. This is not a class. This is not an exercise. This is life, the real deal. Will we stand-up and take back our country from the crooks, cronies and cabals? We do not need violence, do not need partisanship, secular or religious. Simply, our Founding Fathers’ life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Time will tell…
Onward to the Utmost of Futures!
January 20, 2011
The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habitsand opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitutean invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.
— Edward Bernays, Propaganda, 1928
Credibility is a condition of persuasion. Before you can make a man do what you say, you must make him believe what you say. A necessary condition for gaining his credence is that you do not permit him to catch you in lies.
— Daniel Lerner, Sykewar, 1949
Without a doubt, psychological warfare has proven its right to a place of dignity in our military arsenal.
— Dwight Eisenhower, 1951
We need a program of psycho-surgery and political control of our society. The purpose is physical control of the mind. Everyone who deviatesfrom the given norm can be surgically mutilated. The individual maythink that the most important reality is his own existence, but this isonly his personal point of view. This lacks historical perspective. Mandoes not have the right to develop his own mind. This kind of liberalorientation has great appeal. We must electrically control the brain.Some day armies and generals will be controlled by electrical stimulation of the brain.
— Dr. Jose Delgado, c1955
We live in a world not completely of our own making. As we get overwhelmed by the incessant sensory mediascape that transforms us into somnambulating zombies plodding through a tired script, there is something not right, something sticking in our craw. According to national-security maven Zbigniew Brzezinski, a “global political awakening” is underway: “The worldwide yearning for human dignity … is socially massive and politically radicalizing … the Internet is creating a community of shared perceptions…. These energies transcend sovereign borders and pose a challenge both to existing states as well as to the existing global hierarchy.”
Brzezinski proposes “a world that is defined less by the fiction ofstate sovereignty and more by the reality of expanding and politicallyregulated interdependence.” Thus our common inheritance is to bethrown away in favor of transnational technocratic governance.
Mary Maxwell’s Prosecution for Treason gives us a handbook for understanding our political heritage and responsibilities, including blueprints of how to regain our republic, restore our legacy and renew our society. No shrinking violet, Maxwell informs of us of many schemes being foisted upon us, — to tear us apart, get us to fight each other — even daring to discuss many of the unmentionable undercurrents of the modern age including mind-control, weather modification, and provoked pestilence.
Prosecution for Treason is the first of a new TrineDay imprint, Credos Books, giving authors a wider platform than investigative works, allowing authors to give their views and beliefs about controversial topics of the day and possibly on how to start turning our situation around.
This book is a product of the Internet. I get calls all the time from all kinds of folks, truck drivers, housewives and PhDs, and they almost all start off the same: “I had no idea until I stumbled across something on the Internet.” And thus grows the global political awakening that Mr. Brzezinski is so worried about.
I am very hopeful. Gutenberg’s press helped to spark mankind’s forward progress, and I feel that the Internet’s explosive power has just begun. We don’t need violent revolutions, we don’t need a new form of government. As Maxwell tells us, all we have to do to take back our country is to vote enough good people into office: local, state and national. We can prosecute the traitors, preserve our Republic and protect our children’s futures.
Will we simply stand by, allowing faceless rule through regulations, or will we stand up to meet our day’s pressing civic challenge? It is a common struggle that merits our common courage.
Onwards to the Utmost of Futures,
December 08, 2010
If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.
— Joseph Goebbels
It is the emergence of mass media which makes possible the use of propaganda techniques on a societal scale.
— Jacques Ellul
What a life and what a riddle world.
— Louis Prima
“Well, I guess we are making romantic comedies,” the senior vice president of creative affairs said humbly. It was out of his hands, and had gone way beyond his control. He had been harassed, bugged and chased. Wild rumors were spread in an attempt to get him fired, and when he persisted in advancing film projects of TrineDay’s books, members of his family were threatened. Soon, a very capable company curtailed its pursuit to take several of our titles to the big screen. And this wasn’t the first time, but that’s another story.
The control and manipulation of our media has a long history. A Certain Arrogance gives us a look at some of the major players and how they played the game prior to, during and after World War II. Professor George Michael Evica deconstructs the webs of subterfuge surrounding Lee Harvey Oswald, and shows how private institutions get used and abused by our intelligence agencies … and the spies who run them.
Today an aware person soon recognizes that America is acutely awash in propaganda, greed and corruption. This activity didn’t begin with our most recent election cycle or latest war. We Americans are multi-generational sufferers of such psychological and fiscal abuse, which overwhelms any natural discourse or relations, leaving us twisted tattered pawns reacting to manufactured stimuli. This leads to division, distortion, dysfunction and eventually, disenfranchisement.
Most recently the “we can’t say anything bad about the United States, our enemies will use it against us” excuse was trotted out as a perfunctory reason for the media’s non-coverage of substantive issues presented in our books, and another day will surely bring a new excuse for such obfuscation. It appears that the creation of irrational fears trumps any semblance of honest journalism. Demonization, polarization, and continual crises appear to be the watchwords of the day. Yellow journalism rides triumphant, basking in its unholy light of deceit, while I.F. Stone, George Seldes, Ben Franklin and others must spin rapidly in their graves.
Here, the revered and renowned Professor Evica takes “history” to task and gives us a rigorous examination of many of the loose ends swept under the rug by official investigative bodies, especially focusing on many of the questions not asked about the activities of accused “lone-nut” Lee Oswald. Exposing the intelligence milieu swirling around the players, Evica shows how the actions fit within the arcane patterns of strategic espionage and the Machiavellian manipulations of psychological warfare.
The stage, script and players are engineered to influence different audiences, but mostly to mislead the general populace, who while being kept in the dark, foot the bill … and pay the price. A Certain Arrogance,turns the house lights on and brings illumination into dark recesses, enriching our understanding of sordid deeds and sad days, and how they came about.
Why have there been so many books about the murder of John F. Kennedy? Was it simply because he was President of the United States? Or is it because we have been lied to about the evidence? There are those who say it doesn’t matter, or that we will never know the truth – get on and get over it.
What can I say? Our republic, what’s left of it, is dear to me. Our children are dear to me, and I strive with all of my heart and soul for a better world. We can change it. We need to recognize and excise the beast that cloaks itself within our national system: corruption running rampant that leaves us, the people, in despair, defilement and drudgery.
Let’s talk and work with our friends, family and community, let’s try to get beyond our differences, live up to America’s destiny. Let’s educate ourselves – not get lost in the invective rhetoric of right versus left, old versus young. We can revive the Republic for our children … and theirs.
Onwards to the Utmost of Futures!
November 22, 2010
An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
– Bob Dylan, Memphis Blues Again
Will we ever know our true history? What does it mean when our “republic” gets it strings pulled by unelected players? Do the people in the shadows really know better? Are they operating in our country’s best interests? How would we know? Does it matter?
I was talking with a local newspaper editor, or more likely haranguing him about not covering TrineDay’s books, when the subject of Watergate came up. You could feel the pride of his profession: the system had worked, the fourth estate had taken down the evildoer, the country was saved. I mentioned Silent Coup by Len Colodny and Robert Gettlin and Jim Hougan’s Secret Agenda, and how those accounts of Watergate were different from the one told by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein. The alternative scenarios even included a local angle, since the serviceman caught with his hand in Henry Kissinger’s briefcase was from Salem, Oregon. Yeoman Radford was spying for the Joint Chiefs … at least as far as we know.
Cutting me short, the editor told me most reporters and news professionals wouldn’t even look at a different view. I gathered this was because the “events” of Watergate were so ingrained in their psyche, their personas – celluloid reality heroes Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman make great role models. Never mind the facts; feeling good about oneself and one’s profession must be worth something.
With Watergate Exposed, we are again offered a different view of that historic scandal, and a very rare glimpse into the murky world of a confidential informant(CI). A domain of duress and duty, legality and illegality, pride and regret, tedium and excitement. Many times CIs don’t even know whom they are truly working for, or the real objective of the activity they have been asked to perform. In their arena, the ends justify the means.
In the early 1970s, Robert “Butch” Merritt was profiled and then groomed as a CI by Carl Shoffler, the D.C. policeman who arrested the burglars at the Watergate complex on the night of June 17, 1972. Carl was no ordinary beat cop, but had special intelligence training. Before his D.C. police duties, he had worked at the National Security Agency’s Vint Hill Farm Station in Virginia, a “listening post” that was generally staffed by members of the Army Security Agency.
Bob Woodward was no ordinary news reporter, As Russ Baker, author of Family of Secrets states at whowhatwhy.com: “Bob, top secret Naval officer, gets sent to work in the Nixon White House while still on military duty. Then, with no journalistic credentials to speak of, and with a boost from White House staffers, he lands a job at the Washington Post. Not long thereafter he starts to take down Richard Nixon. Meanwhile, Woodward’s military bosses are running a spy ring inside the White House that is monitoring Nixon and Kissinger’s secret negotiations with America’s enemies (China, Soviet Union, etc), stealing documents and funneling them back to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.”
A few short years later, had Charles Manson follower Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme or FBI informant Sarah J. Moore been better shots, President Leslie L. King, Jr. (aka Gerald R. Ford, Jr.), our country’s first appointed president, might have been assassinated and Nelson Rockefeller then would have fulfilled his quest to become President of the United States. Ah, the vagaries of life.
I was not a political supporter of Richard Nixon, but I do support our Republic, and any attack upon Lady Liberty puts us all at risk Then there is something called “history.” As George Santayana put it, “History is always written wrong, and so always needs to be rewritten.”
With Watergate Exposed, history is being rewritten, or at least an account from a different vantage point is being told. Is it the truth? This may be difficult to judge. For the shadows are secretive and duplicitous, and memories get clouded with time.But you’ll never find the truth if you don’t look.
Here is direct testimony that challenges the official dogma, and is validated on many points in hundreds of pages at the National Archives. Will we listen? Does it matter? Time and history … may tell.
Onward to the Utmost of Futures!
October 2, 2010
My soul is not a palace of the past,
Where outworn creeds, like Rome’s gray senate, quake,
Hearing afar the Vandal’s trumpet hoarse,
That shakes old systems with a thunder-fit.
That time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change …
— James Russell Lowell, “A Glance Behind the Curtain”
Be patient, spread the word among friends, do your little bit.
The system will self-destruct because it is founded on corruption and untruth.
— Antony Sutton, Fleshing Out Skull & Bones
The system, like a worried Titan eating its young, devours our humanity while slowly excreting an empire, transforming golden tomorrows into yokes of servitude, corruption and venal banality.
Isn’t it time for a swaddled stone?
The Last Circle is a tale of our time: an era of “high crimes and misdemeanors.” These acts are not more heinous, but are simply committed by personages in “lofty” positions, for preeminence bestows deeper responsibilities, stricter standards, and demands honest transparency, especially while dedicating our common weal.
Jesus said to pluck out your eye if it offends. Krishna told us to stand up, fight for justice – to make things right in the world – no matter the consequences to the established order. It is our duty.
Finding Antony Sutton’s booksin the late ’80s finally gave me some perspective on what my former-OSS/G2/CIA father had originally told me some twenty years earlier about a hidden world behind the curtain: of intelligence agencies, secret societies, war, propaganda, the drug trade, unlimited budgets and the attending undercurrents of corruption. Hubris plumped for a fall.
The fact that, Cheri Seymour, a reporter for a small newspaper in a remote idyllic community on the doorstep of the majestic Yosemite Valley became part of numerous attempts to expose this malfeasant malignancy, demonstrates the breadth, depth and scope of the rot within our civic institutions.
My father tried to explain to me the enormity of the illegal drug trade and its effects upon our society and body politic. I had no context to fathom his words. Seymour supplies us with context and then some. Presenting all facets of a complicated story, supplying background, a large cast of characters, drama and intrigue, murder and mayhem, Cheri takes us on an amazing journey wherein the storyteller becomes part of the tale. She is the courageous reporter, following the story no matter where it leads, laying her cards on the table, letting the chips ride.
The Last Circle has won a strong following since an initial draft of the first fifteen chapters was put up on an Internet server at Cornell University in 1996. The work has been reposted on dozens of websites, become heavy blog fodder and been used as a source for books and countless newspaper, magazine, and Internet articles. TrineDay is honored to be publishing … “the rest of the story.”
Let us hope this leads to more than a small press releasing a book that simply gets ignored. TrineDay has brought many stories of contemporary corruption to press, only to see the system deftly sidestep astounding revelations with disdain, malice and fluffery.
Thomas Jefferson declared, “The people cannot be all, and always, well informed. The part which is wrong will be discontented, in proportion to the importance of the facts they misconceive. If they remain quiet under such misconceptions, it is lethargy, the forerunner of death to the public liberty.”
Venturing on the Internet you find the long-suffering aren’t remaining quiet, yet the hubbub is kept at bay through spin, lies, and a compliant media, leaving us wandering through a foggy soporific fraud.
In 1959, my father quit his profession of over twenty years, intelligence gathering and analysis, because he would not be involved in a nascent authorized narcotics trafficking operation. They tried to keep him in the fold by offering a bribe, he said no, and then later told me some truths I didn’t understand. Comprehending his words have brought me here – to tell you. And also to ask these questions: Where is our Republic? Can we cease our current masquerade and correct this mess? Is there the understanding and political will?
What we have is terribly broken and causing trouble.
Our children deserve better.
Onwards to the Utmost of Futures,
August 18, 2010
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth – Act 5, Scene 5
Lee was a government agent.
~ Marguerite Oswald
What does it take to move people to take action? How can our republic be restored when many refuse to realize the sad state of our current affairs? Cloaked in America’s Providence, our hijacked ship of state plunders the world for inbred criminal corporations leaving our collective fortunes tattered, tired and tied to exploitation, ignorance, greed, and gross injustice.
How did this happen? Did we just lose our way; get distracted; make some wrong decisions; morph into sleeping couch potatoes; or what?
My investigation of history tells me that something more than the simple foibles of man have led to today’s dysfunctional corruption, something more than misguided misfits, malcontents and mavericks sullying our Pilgrims’ Progress. Something more than “Lone Nuts.”
Judyth Vary Baker’s Me & Lee – How I came to know, love and lose Lee Harvey Oswald brings that point home in spades. Born out of a desire that children should know the truth about their father, Judyth’s narrative of her meeting, and loving, Lee Oswald that humid summer of 1963 in New Orleans allows us all to know him, as we never have before.
Me & Lee gives us a deep glimpse of the man: his private and public world. A person we knew, and someone of whom we had no idea. Judyth’s tale brings the light of understanding to bothersome breadcrumbs strewn about the dark forest of our national nightmare. Incongruent facts come out of the cold, forming a consistent detailed chronicle.
Contrary to published accounts, Lee Harvey Oswald was a patriot who loved his country. He submersed himself in an officially-sanctioned covert arena where one’s inventive “legend” becomes entry into a netherworld of intrigue, compartmentalization, secret operations and contrived situations. Where one can be for or against something/someone, depending on whichever guise is called up by a taskmaster giving the high sign through the shadows of plausible deniability: a wilderness of chicanery, deceit and double/triple crosses.
According to all the major polls, no more than 36% of Americans have ever believed that Lee Oswald was the lone assassian, and the number has been generally around 15%, with a low of 10% in 1992 the year after Oliver Stone’s epic JFK. The most recent polls show around 20% of the population believes Oswald “acted alone.” This after nearly fifty years of an almost constant “Oswald=Lone Nut Assassin” media assault, including a 2003 fortieth anniversary special, where an august Peter Jennings informed the nation: Lee Harvey Oswald did the dirty deed all by his lonesome and ABC has the computer graphics to prove it!
Spin Control, Perception Management, Reality Engineering, Operation Mockingbird, the Great Wurlitzer, whatever you call it: the strategic psychological operations designed to manipulate our media and cover up the mega-misdeeds of flagrant corruption keep us all woefully unaware of the base reality engulfing our institutions, our history and … our future. Ignorance is bliss?
Agnotology is the “scientific study of culturally induced ignorance”: such as when intelligence agencies or other shadow players use their behind-the-scenes capabilities of media spin to conceal scurrilous activities and agendas. Gaming the system and us.
The cost of this mercenary connivance is our heritage, our liberty, our freedom, our country and … our future. For without an honest dialogue, we become puppets of rhetoric: robotic serfs in a corporate-controlled world, mere pre-programmed economic units instead of vital sovereign human beings. As has been said, “Perfect slaves think they are free.”
Me & Lee gives an opportunity for us to understand the depth of our “ignorance.” We all owe Judyth Baker a huge debt and much thanks for her courage, forbearance, tenacity and grit in bringing to us all her very personal and revelatory story. A journey that has been beset with the trials and tribulations of exposing unwelcome truths.
Is America’s destiny gone? Will it return? Whither thou, O Columbia?
I was in Mrs. Helser’s eighth-grade Spanish class when the announcement of the assassination came over the room’s loudspeaker. Soon there came a note: my work had called (I was a paperboy), and I was sent out on the streets to sell newspapers. I had never done that before and only did it one other time, two days later when Lee Harvey Oswald was murdered … as the lies and legends arose.
Onwards to the Utmost of Futures
July 14, 2010
I think people need to be educated to the fact that marijuana is not a drug. Marijuana is an herb and a flower. God put it here. If He put it here and He wants it to grow, what gives the government the right to say that God is wrong?
Marijuana, cannabis, hemp, weed, ganja, pakalolo, boo … it goes by many names, and has a long association with mankind. It is one of the oldest domesticated crops, so much so that there are no true wild strains, all feral plants have been found to be escapees from somebody’s garden, sometime, somewhere.
Author Joseph Pietri takes us back to the burgeoning of the hippie counterculture, amid the energy, excitement and adventure of the times. Times when you could travel freely in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Nepal, India and other countries, where you could freely buy, smoke and consume marijuana … as had been done for millennia.
The King of Nepal chronicles the rise, heyday and demise of the Hippie Hashish Trail. An adventure that always lead to Nepal, where the marijuana trade was regulated by the government, giving stability and income for the locals and an exciting locale for the Westerners that met, partied, and endeavoured to bring the hashish to the their friends at home — a good ol‘ boy (and girl) network soon developed. Many of these travelers embraced the local culture and a vibrant scene developed in Nepal, Goa, and other places. Then along came, Dick Nixon’s War on Drugs where Asian governments were paid millions to make marijuana illegal. Soon the hippies were replaced by heroin-selling gangsters. Imagine that!
Prohibitions don’t work. Never have. Never will. The current strictures are not about our health, our children or our community, but in keeping in place a black-market that creates huge profits giving “hidden” forces undue influence in our lives. The unconstitutional Drug War needs to end.
Onwards to the utmost of futures,
Peace is costly but it is worth the expense.
Abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain peace.
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be peace.
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.
One cannot simultaneously prepare for war and create peace.
An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children.
Peace is its own reward.
Non-violence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man.
There was never a good war or a bad peace.
I like to believe that people in the long run are going to do more to promote peace than our governments. Indeed, I think that people want peace so much that one of these days governments had better get out of the way and let them have it.
—Dwight D. Eisenhower
Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.
—John Fitzgerald Kennedy
In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.
One of the most persistent ambiguities that we face is that everybody talks about peace as a goal. However, it does not take sharpest-eyed sophistication to discern that while everybody talks about peace, peace has become practically nobody’s business among the power-wielders. Many men cry Peace! Peace! but they refuse to do the things that make for peace.
—Martin Luther King, Jr.
Peace has to be created, in order to be maintained. It is the product of Faith, Strength, Energy, Will, Sympathy, Justice, Imagination, and the triumph of principle. It will never be achieved by passivity and quietism.
Naturally the common people don’t want war.… That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.
You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.
Peace is not something you wish for; It’s something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.
Peace be with you.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Onward to the utmost of futures!
March 19, 2010
We Haven’t/We Aren’t
“A Republic if you can keep it.”
— Ben Franklin, when queried about our form of government, 1787.
The simple, straightforward fact is that we haven’t. Where it went and what happened are questions that snarl along the edges of our fettered complacency – while a profane oligarchy tugs us and our children along its turbulent path of economic efficiency, sacrificing quaint ideas of personal freedoms and liberties at the altar of “homeland” security, and “your papers, please.” Goodness, how did we get trapped in such a trite B-movie?
Daniel Estulin told some of the how and why in his best-selling book, The True Story of the Bilderberg Group. WithShadow Masters he shines a light on scurrilous activity happening behind the curtains, exposing the tactics being used to enthrall us, to divide us – to rule us.
It is sad, but true: the people no longer rule. Our republic of, by and for the people has morphed into a rampant empire run by corporate overseers using every means, some sinister, to increase their power, profit, and prestige .
Seeking to divorce us from our heritages, our institutions, our families and our faiths, sophisticated methods of propaganda and psychological warfare plus simple bald-faced lies have been deployed, ripping our social fabric into disparate factional futility. There is honesty within each camp which soon gets debased through rhetoric, creating cogs in the machinery of control – to be called up on cue.
Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.
— Ben Franklin, 1755
As much as things change they stay the same. Here we are, in the formative years of the 21st century, almost 234 years since our country’s Declaration of Independence, and we are still fighting some of the same battles of liberty and freedom. Many of our fellow citizens do not seem to notice or care, unaware of our mutuality and the responsibilities that come entwined. As someone succinctly stated, “Perfect slaves think they are free.” Again, the simple, straightforward fact is negative, “we aren’t.” Our Republic has been subsumed by forces within and beyond, leaving a beholden mediocracy built upon misery, tragedy and poverty.
Daniel Estulin shows that the Shadow Masters, in their quest for total control, construct sleight-of-hand misdirections, attracting our attention here and there, while the underlying actions subvert nations, their people and their commonwealth. From crisis to crisis, from one “Hitler” to the next, we have all been strung along, led to choose sides, which then shape our roles in this “drama of history.”
The consolidation of the corporate press and its infiltration by intelligence agencies brings us a world where the frauds and fabrications of spooks become daily fare for us mere mortal fish-wrapper readers, leaving us susceptible to what they are selling.
Little strokes fell great oaks.
— Ben Franklin, 1757
They say knowledge is power; it is also said that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Learning of the duplicity of the world, are we willing to step out of the comfortable cocoon of our reality when we find that the truth of the matter presents us with revelations beyond our ken and lays at our feet responsibilities we care not to fathom or shoulder? Lately, we have run away, diverted our eyes from what is done in our name. Tyrants and tyranny have always been with us. Will we stand up and do what needs doing, or succumb to the vulgarities of the age?
God helps them that help themselves.
— Ben Franklin, 1757
Shadow Masters shows us the tricks of the trade, how “they” will play the ends against the middle and back again. How the world stage is set to beguile our sensibilities, provoke the desired reaction and send us on our merry way. It isn’t whether you will be amazed, astonished, disgusted or whatever, but whether you will use these reactions to question authority, act in our own best interests and revitalize our Republic … and then see if we can keep it.
Onwards to the utmost of futures!
January 21, 2010
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
The week after high school graduation, I “ran-away” from home. It was 1967, and I was 17 and had barely made the pomp walk, not because of grades, but hair. Late in my senior year my “Modern Problems” teacher kicked me out of his class. I thought, “Great … don’t have to come to school till third period.” Soon I was in the principal’s office watching my mother cry. I wasn’t going to be allowed to graduate because my hair was over my ears. I cut my hair.
A few days after tossing the tassel, I wrote a note to the folks, said I was taking off for some time on my own, and hitchhiked down to Southern California to see an old grade school buddy.
Whoa, what a culture shock, small-town Oregon versus Los Angeles. Now, I had been in the big city before as a visitor, but never to run with the locals. My friend’s school was still in session, so I went along with him for several days, celebrated his graduation, and went out on the town. California kids were wild, betting hundreds of dollars on street races in their cars, sneaking into strip clubs and on to private beaches, drinking and carousing, heck they even had their own drunk tank at their high school’s graduation dance.
My folks had contacted my friend’s parents before I even got there — it was decided I was simply taking a “vacation.” After a week or so, it was time to start heading home. Light My Fire by the Doors was all over the radio, and the DJs were talking about an event, with a bunch of bands, up the road. I said goodbye to my friend and stuck out my thumb.
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
I had stumbled upon the Monterey International Pop Music Festival. My friend had jokingly told me about some of his old drinking buddies who wore nothing but white sheets and hung out at an esoteric bookstore. I didn’t visit, but Monterey more than introduced me to a new phenomenon then booming through my generation.
By the time I got to the Monterey County Fairgrounds, I was broke and hungry, and began searching the ground for a dime to buy an orange or an apple (the cheapest food I could see for sale). My eyes spied a white envelope, I picked it up, written on the envelope was “Jones,” inside was a ticket to get into the arena, and in I went. Blues Project started the show, Mammas & Papas closed the night, with Hendrix, Joplin, the Who, the Grateful Dead, and others sprinkled in between.
It may have been the music, or maybe the fact that I never found that dime, no matter, I got a “contact” high. Something was definitely happening here … LSD. Published reports have Augustus Owsley Stanley III giving out 14,000 tabs, free.
And they thought it couldn’t happen here
They knew it couldn’t happen here
They were so sure it couldn’t happen here
—Mothers of Invention
A Terrible Mistake, presents the hidden history of government activity with LSD, and of other covert initiatives that were coordinated by a small secretive cadre. Their actions have affected many, many people … dramatically. “They” even lost lives — some cry “murder!” — and covered up the deeds. Bureaucracies are like that.
In the Machiavellian hubris of our day, power is dealt from the shadows, laying waste to our Constitution, while tricks and games enthrall an increasingly scratching populace. People are forced to the ground, allowed only to raise their heads to squabble on cue. Ours is a debased dysfunctional Republic, where our people are obese, our prisons are full, our schoolchildren do with less (some even homeless), our coins have slugs in them, our wars fought more and more by mercenaries, and our free press isn’t — all while asking our children and those yet to be born … to foot the bill.
Is this just the way of the world? Or are we seeing consequences from dark actions taken by a few — in secret, beyond supervision and reproach?
My father, a repentent “spook,” in a 1979 interview, said: “It’s a far more constructive experience to work for the church than to work for the Central Intelligence Agency. When you work for the CIA, the end justifies the means.”
LSD was seen as a means to an end. Operations Bluebird, MKULTRA and all the other secret projects were seen as means to an end. The shattered and dead people were means to an end. The lies, secrecy and cover-ups were means to an end. Have we arrived at the “ends” desired?
TrineDay is amazed and pleased to be publishing A Terrible Mistake, a work while examining the veiled forecasted ends, exposes many of the wayward shoddy means, and at last — through the author’s perseverance plus a little kismet — puts to rest an old official lie with the simple, mundane … truth.
Oh, what’s going on
What’s going on
Ya, what’s going on
Ah, what’s going on
Onwards to the utmost of futures,
September 22, 2009