…the way God intended, and, unlike now, when the CIA approves everything first, we were easily deceived:

Oates (Colonel William C.) and Wadell (his adjutant) ate with a family where one of the young women, while expressing her loyalty to the Union, thought that the best way to stop the war would be for the armies to hang both President Lincoln and President Davis. According to the Alabama colonel, the people were “remarkably ignorant” of the causes of the war and thought it a quarrel between “two ambitious men.”

(from High Tide at Gettysburg, Glenn Tucker, 1958)

Thankfully, with the Age of the Internet, we’ve moved beyond that kind of uninformed thinking.


When one man stands down it might be any number of things. When four men stand down, all at once, it’s policy. My contacts on the ground wish to remain anonymous,–they don’t go around armed so nobody’s afraid of them–but three separate sources have confirmed this is the Department’s official training video:

TO DEVIN NUNES AND ADAM SCHIFF (Late Night Dedication–Special Double Dedication Edition)

Bearing in mind that, if Bernie Sanders had been the Democratic nominee in 2016 (as well might have happened had the system not been inoculated against him) and then beaten the Republican nominee (say, Jeb Bush, as well might have happened had the system been as inoculated against Donald Trump as, down to the last toady and boot-licker, it believed itself to be), who had been granted a 90-plus percent guarantee of victory by the “independent” press and their reliable pollsters (as he would have been), then Nunes and Schiff would, with the fierce conviction of true believers, be making each other’s arguments right now, while everyone who has taken a side in the Twitter-verse along the way (for or against Security State corruption, which must be either believed or disbelieved, rooted out or abetted, according to the needs of the moment, with everyone granting themselves the right to switch sides at a moment’s notice should party loyalty demand it) would be taking the other side with the same vehemence they now hold their current position.

We may have ditched Christianity, but we’ll never ditch Puritanism…or whatever it is in human nature that causes us to believe with all our hearts and minds that anyone who opposes our most carefully guided opinions (the kind Security States specialize in shaping) must be evil or stupid or both.

In that spirit, here’s a couple of dedications from just before the Frozen Silence descended…I’ll let you decide which should be dedicated to who. It’s more fun that way, especially when all the tragedies have turned to farce.

TO THE SPINMEISTERS (Late Night Dedication)

…As reaction to the big news of the day proceeds on wearily familiar lines (the twitter-bonding between war-mongering neocons and the flower children of Hollywood is especially precious), it’s always fun waiting for something to play in your head that will put a smile on your face and inoculate you from what might otherwise be fatal weariness and the undying belief that your fellow citizens are all hopeless morons.

This showed up in mine, unbidden, around an hour ago. And it’s still going strong!

Perhaps it will do the same for you…



…In this case, the possibility that one of the two major American political parties will find itself on the verge of extinction in the coming year. Sure, there have been promises of such for decades. The party in ascendance is always confident they’ve put the dormant party away for good!

And it never happens.

But this year has begun filled with promise. Heck it’s not even completely out of the question that both parties could be taking on water by November.

And, should that happen, I will renew this dedication with glee.

But just in case these yahoos let met down yet again, I want them to know how I’ll feel, no matter who’s sitting under the gallows come next week or next fall…Trump, Clinton, Mueller…I’m doin’ fine now, without you baby, or any poor sod who had faith in you….whoever you are.




Or, as what was then left of the Byrds once sang:

Do you think it’s really the truth that you see?
I’ve got my doubts it’s happened to me.

First, let me regale you with a little anecdote involving Science (aka The Truth as Man Sees It….For Now).

I’ve known exactly one person who has worked in a Test Lab. Happens I know the person very well but I’ll keep names out of this for reasons of propriety and me not wanting to ask her permission. She’s pretty damn busy these days.

Happens also that the lab she worked in was a Medical Research Lab at one of the world’s elite universities. How elite? Well, she didn’t graduate from there. She graduated from another university in the same state that had enrollment classes of about three hundred and advertised one hundred percent graduation rates in their promotional literature. So it was “elite” enough that, if they let you in, they knew you weren’t going to quit or flunk out (if you died, it didn’t count), but it still wasn’t as elite as the university where she did her year as a Lab Tech.

She graduated from her university with honors and a double major in Chemistry and Biochemistry.

For those who don’t know here’s the Biochemical Society’s definition of Biochemistry:

The branch of science that explores the chemical processes within and related to living organisms. It is a laboratory based science that brings together biology and chemistry. By using chemical knowledge and techniques biochemists can understand and solve biological problems.

Among the biological problems a biochemist might be expected to solve are those relating to human beings. Like, for instance, their health.

Like for instance, how human chemistry affects human biology.

You might think that.

Pretty sure the person I’m referring to here thought it, too.

Then she went to work in a Medical Research Lab, where she was handed a product to test in whatever the usual ways such products are tested by the Hanging Out While I Try to Get Into Medical School Lab Techs (she got in the next year).

This particular product had been sent along by a major pharmaceutical company based in a Large Midwestern City (Hint: They have a lot of political corruption and gangland style killings there….in 1925 and now). It had been approved by their scientific team. It had been approved by all the other Lab Techs who tested it at the Elite University Research Lab where she worked.

She ran a series of routine tests.

Then she took it to her boss.

“It won’t work in humans,” she said.

Her boss became a touch flustered. He asked to see her research. She showed it to him.

He wasn’t too sure of her conclusions.

He asked if she would be willing to fly with him to the Large Midwestern City and make her argument in front of the pharmaceutical company’s board?

She said sure.

Only it wouldn’t be an argument. Just her proof.

Arrangements were made.

You know how this ends.

She went. She presented her proof–in front of the board….and the assembled scientists who had approved the product for development in the first place.

They said “We’ll get back to you.”

In a couple of weeks they got back to her boss.

They said they would be putting the product back into development and would let the Lab know when they had worked out the problem.

Her boss asked her:

“How did you know?”

He was interested, since none of the company’s scientists had spotted the problem…and neither had anyone in his own Lab.

So what he meant was: How did you know there was a problem when no one else did?

“Well,” she said. “I’m a biochemist.”

Which it turned out none of the pharmaceutical company’s scientists were. And neither was anyone else in the elite university’s Medical Research Lab.

Who needs biochemists after all? Just because the medicine in question was designed to be used in humans?

Don’t be silly.

Being young, she was a little surprised to discover this.

Being older–and, by the time I heard this story, having lost twenty percent of my vision to a medical profession devoted to standing behind the findings of every Big Pharmaceutical Company and Elite University lab’s “chemists,” right up to the day the Medicine in question becomes the target of the latest class action lawsuit (a day which, alas, will never come for me because the hard truth about the medicine I outed to half a dozen disinterested/frightened doctors would collapse a multi-zillion dollar piece of the Health Care Industry…and about here I should mention that what they did to me was a tiny fraction of what they did to another member of my family who is now beyond all hope of satisfaction in this life)–I was not surprised.

And, reading this little piece today, I remain not surprised.

And not hopeful.

Let’s just say that any profession which reproaches itself thusly…

“Nearly half a century after the first concerns about misidentified cell lines, the initiatives to improve authentication need to be complemented by attention to the already contaminated literature….Our analysis shows that the task is sizeable and urgent.”

…will never muster the righteous anger required to heal itself.

They’ll clean up their act the day Hollywood producers stop dangling juicy roles in front of starlets and shouting First one to her knees wins!

So here’s to Science…and never giving a sucker an even break:

…Don’t worry, though. I still take my blood pressure medicine. It has this advantage: It hasn’t yet revealed the manner in which it’s killing me. I’ve seen one of those who was born to take me, you see. But, until the other comes along, I’ll go down with the rest of the suckers.

Could just be, I’m a Good American after all!

TO ’68 (Late Night Dedication)

“It’s 1968 All Over Again”

Headline on Victor Davis Hanson’s column from today’s National Review Online (10/12/17)

Hanson is an excellent military historian who, like most historians who write for partisan periodicals, is very hit and miss when it comes to reading current events. Today’s column is mostly a miss, mainly because he poses the headline’s sentiment as a question rather than a statement of fact and because he thinks, yes, it’s all come ’round again but we might just get through it.

Of course, my loyal readers have been repeatedly warned. Nothing’s coming around “again.” We never walked away from ’68 and we never will. Pushing it all under the rug for the duration of the Frozen Silence (1980–2016, R.I.P.) merely sustained various delusions, which are now becoming harder to sustain almost by the hour. (And, of course, Peace be upon those of you still sustaining.)

I don’t claim any particular prescience or acuity.

All I do is listen to the voices.

All the voices.

Ya’ll get ready now. Devil’s still woke and pretty soon, all ya’ll chilluns gonna live where I do….

…Be a damn shame if the Lord isn’t walking by your side when that day comes.


The Health Care Debate has been cracking me up, just like it was 2009. One of my favorite people on Twitter was just lamenting “They hate us!” It doesn’t even matter who “they” are, because my response to “they hate us” is always “No duh.”

Everybody should relax. The amount of Health Care you have is the same as it always has been and always will be.

It’s exactly the amount the Overlords want you to have.

Not one bit more, not one bit less.

At any second of your life.

No Kabuki Dance on Capitol Hill has ever changed that or ever will.

For any of that to matter you’d have to be living in some sort of representative democracy or something.

So…Wait, who was I dedicating this to?

Oh, yes. Lamenters. Teeth gnashers. Those eternally surprised to discover that the people you hate, hate you back. Or lie around thinking John McCain just reversed an eight-year voting pattern (again) because he had a sudden bout of conscience or got all weepy because Ken Burns was nice to him in Vietnam.

All them folks who never went to church or else just never listened.

That’s taking in a lot, but I believe we’re up to it!

Take it boys…