WPV 32: Habemus Papam at the Margins
Boy dogs bark.
Soy dogs whimper.
Wolves howl.
PREFACE
1993 is the publication year of my essay: "Magic in the Mirror. The Millennium of the Three Dimensional Pedagogy". It described the basis of, and the rise of new experts and truth tellers in an era of New communication, rapid research, discovery and development. The ancienne regime could no longer contain nor control everything true and new. The old one-dimensional pedagogy of despotic knowledge dictators would be at war over the very concept AND THE DETAILS of TRUTH. And to anchor the point the Preface began with these words: " Do you think the dinosaurs died quietly?"
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To begin...
I am a son of a bitch. Born from the third hole of a woman's ass, between shit and piss. And with shit and piss I was born into this world, welcomed with joy, washed, and returned to Mother.
I was born into a family of 1865 Reconstructionist farming settlers who were first to put an iron blade into the earth, the sod, the trees and turn wilderness habitable and productive. They were devout in Faith and sincere in Community. Churches were built as soon as homes and barns were raised and Sundays were an unbroken ritual of celebration.
Here is my home, the place where earth and sky were as natural as floor and ceiling. The cathedral of our shared Creator was brown and green under foot and blue, sunlit, and starry overhead. It was a place we worshipped as the handiwork of our Lord just as we worshipped His Word made Flesh and that dwelt among us. It was a place we studied to champion just as we received His Revealed Word as Gospel and studied to become Champions adhering to Faith and Word of Salvation.
This is the place that gave me it's sacred 'hello'. This is where my mother gave to me the greatest gift ever, after life itself. This is where I was brought for Baptism, to the transit between congregation and altar where the font was placed. This is the place we believe the Saints of Heaven come down to meet the Living Saints and together with our Lord's Hosts of Heaven altogether deliver that sacred and eternal "hello" and "welcome".
I was born into a world of civil war, unspoken secrets, death, and secret plans of death. For all of my childhood these were all unknown. Flashes of anger like lightning struck seemingly like random and angry men would gather in yards just as they did when a storm felled a tree in someone's yard.
I was also a polio boy. I was one of the unlucky ones made deathly ill by a vaccine meant to protect from illness.
It struck as I slept and with undeniable certainty as I awoke one morning after the vax, in severe pain and memory of a dream of being stabbed in the back. Mom said it was nothing. She was wrong.
It struck again the very next night with the pain and the dream of being stabbed. The virus had burst each kidney and the end was nigh. Mom said it was nothing. She was wrong.
Then the lights went out and I was dragged by dingos to the banks of the River Styx and left under the bushes for the River Ferry man when he comes.
That was the year of no Halloween, no Thanksgiving, and no Christmas. I lay at the transit between Saints living and dead. And the River Ferry man never came.
I remember waking in a bed in Grandma and Grandpa's house though we had moved an entire state away. Mom was seated in a chair next to me. A doctor stood near, and Grandma stood at the foot of the bed. I was home. Dad had driven off to that new home with my older brother and sister. It was now the coldest part of a northern state winter.
I remember eating in bed: scrambled eggs and biscuits and pancakes all with butter and syrup and honey. And then one day when I could walk, Mom brought me to a hidden place, to show me who we were.
In old houses there is both a cellar and an attic. In Grandpa's house there is a strange door, almost hidden, that opened like a closet door, narrow and easily unseen with only a little latch at the top of the stairs. We opened that door to the attic and climbed the narrow stair. I could just do it.
There was a landing a little way up where the stairs doubled back for the next short flight upward. The landing was a harbor of shelves and clothe hooks and hunting gear fantastic. It was a destination itself. It was filled with fishing poles, bows and arrows and arrowheads as sharp as razors and outdoors clothing stored for the next adventure. It was a doorway to Narnia. And it was only halfway.
The next half flight was like arriving at a castle hall of knights where gatherings and relics of gathering were on display. These were one hundred years of family relics and proof of Time, Talent, and Treasure invested.
There was more hunting gear: clothing and rifles and fishing too. Seasonal goods were stored. Books. And there was a real Victrola phonograph just like in the pictures with a giant speaker horn looking like a flower. And there was a heavy table and chairs where things could be done with tools all year, even the coldest winter with heat rising from the coal furnace. But of all the fantastic sights, nothing compared to what was overhead.
Overhead, like a Sistene Chapel masterpiece were my Uncles' model airplanes suspended by strings from the ceiling. Some were solid and heavy, and some were light as the balsa wood and tissue they were made from and genuinely ready for flight. Some even had propellers and rubberbands to add distance. Some were small and could easily fit in a shoebox. Some were to a boy as great as a man's outstretched arms.
Their father was an engineer after service in WW1 in the new science of electricity, and they were compelled by the new science of their day: flight and the machines of flight. I was gobsmacked.
That moment, that day created an imprint that was like a mark on a compass for the rest of my life. When I later wondered what I would study and become it was a mark I knew well and the direction fit for the day and for me.
When my dad later gave to little boy me a little boys' toolbox filled with tools it was not only the best gift ever, it was acknowledgement of all the household repair jobs I'd already accomplished with his tools, it was like a knighthood bestowed with swords and ceremony. It was the only "attaboy" he ever gave.
My dad's anger seemed to be like the lightning when it came out of nowhere and then caused a loud boom. By grade school I had learned the most fundamental of natural sciences lessons including the ability to distinguish 'one of these is not like the others'. I was not like the others. But why and how and what did it mean? The answer would take decades and the result was picking a side in a civil war between families.
Grandma standing at the foot of my bed was the last memory of her. She had given her all and she died a few months later. Grandpa lasted a little longer. I had one last visit bringing him home from hospital and he was too sedated to know. They were both gone after giving a little polio boy a quarantine bedroom. It's hard to say they made the right choice. It's hard to believe their doctors made the right choices.
Polio boy went on like Jack and Diane, doin' the best that they can'. Grades were good. The formula of faith, family and country and a Protestant work ethic was enough. Polio boys can't afford weakness from drink and drugs. Choosing sobriety via abstinence is easy for a Polio boy. Top 10 would have to be good enough at graduation. But what came next was unexpected and almost unbelievable.
To get to the next step would take more than Reagan's new defense budget and hiring season. To show I was the better choice I was aggressive, direct, personal. I studied the new industry like a banker and chose my target and went all in with letters and calls and acquired letters of recommendations to add to Deans List records. That list had other names too. When I and my classmate were selected and later assigned to Advanced Design it was the Sound of Silence that rewarded me. Shawn was a natural. Not me. I was the 5'11" 135 lb polio boy oddity.
It didn't last. I was made acting Assistant Chief Engineer and Lead System Designer. 'Acting' because my assignment was 'way over my years and pay grade. All because of my F-16C/D design achievement which was a very quiet big deal. Company fortunes were launched with that design.
That achievement put me at the table with men twice my age. That's when the clouds started forming. I began to recognize a pattern of choices that weren't technical nor good for the customer nor product. It made clear my future dilemma would be navigating a minefield of unknowns.
Shawn had gone Navy and I had gone Air Force. My/Our design was finished and sent into AFAQ & SPO for review. In the interim I was made Red Team point man to recover the troubled Navy A-12 program but only two hours on site revealed it was unrecoverable without repeating the Advanced Design phase. I wish I could write the reason without going to prison. It was unbuildable, unflyable, uncertifiable. It is a shocking truth of what mismanagement can cause when intentional malice is promoted. AFAQ, NAVAQ and the entirety of officer corps needs to see that theoretical evil is sometimes real. Tora, tora, tora. IFF.
And that's where this prelude now ends and the rest of the story now begins.
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30 years ago...
I found a rental house on an idyllic pond near to work and inexpensive. There was a reason for its price and vacancy. It was derelict. I was not deterred. The neglected house maintenance was finished in days. The yard was next and was the long narrow sort with a septic drain field from access road to pond. The house was set midway with a small carriage house close by. The drain field was a rich source for blackberry brambles which had grown over the adjacent yard and also the carriage house. It was like Audry from Little Shop of Horrors unleashed her "feed me" appetite.
I borrowed the neighbor's powered blade trimmer and attacked like Army. Big Red One. It took two days to clear 50 yards of bramble and only one instant to get choked out by a hidden surprise.
Hidden under the bramble, pushed against the carriage garage was a brand new freezer. I was amused, and a little thoughtless. I turned the little key and opened the door...
In that instant I learned a medical lesson. There exists within your nasal sinus a set of muscles that are described and illustrated in Grey's Anatomy. I had read the book. What it doesn't say is those act as a sphincter to close your sinus airway, including your esophagus, in the event of poisonous air.
Inside that freezer was an entire Side of Clyde and never chilled in the year or more since delivery. The occupant of the converted studio/ carriage house was a derelict stoner musician so beyond crispy, burnt, and living on monthly support checks he was crumbly. His name is so famous I don't dare give it.
The point of all this is: your body has 5 natural senses and when you have a functioning mind they will protect you from the poisonous stench of rotting flesh by closing your airway. I was instantly overcome and my runners' training caused my chest to heave with panic. I jumped away some yards after shutting the freezer and my recovery was quick.
Your body is designed to discriminate using it's senses together with a trained mind to make healthful choices. It will also act autonomously.
This ability is a gift of your Creator.
If you ignore or dull your good senses and mind you might die.
Discrimination is a skill all parents teach their children: stinky, dirty, fresh, spoiled, moldy, rotting and Wash Your Hands. These are modern lessons for la good life, la dolce vita.
Discrimination is good.
Bigotry is the word for thoughtless and careless acts of antidiscrimination. Bigotry is the bad word.
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50 Years Ago...
I was a freshman at St. Olaf College taking the obligatory courses before the upper level choices were available. I had taken one English lit' course and hated it furiously. I should have dropped it. From then I was allowed to substitute Chris' classes and I jumped at the chance to study Old Testament. What I learned changed my mind, heart and soul. Of all the memorable lessons the ones from Rabbi Abraham Heschel stand apart and above the others.
He was a part of Hebrew scholarship reviewing translations 100 years ago and discovered an error that changed him and me too. He and his fellows discovered a mistranslation that meant the very definition of Zion and a Jewish Homeland were misunderstood. What resulted was an expansive understanding of God's instructions to Jews and Judaism.
Instead of being an insular sect, they were to be a gift to the world. Instead of living with their back to a closed and a locked Temple entry door, eyes on the alter, they were to live on the path to the Temple and share the common pathways with others in Community.
Instead of the old axiom: First, and Most Loved
The new translation meant: First, Of All Loved.
This changed absolutely everything.
Instead of being an exclusive, selfish caste, they were called to be and find Zion on the Path everywhere, and not only in Judah.
The implications of a changed relationship with neighboring people is massive and could take volumes to express and explain.
Here and now in this Christmas letter it is my gift to my old classmate Andy and his entire congregation and to Christianity also. I regift it as I once received it, white elephant style.
First, of All Loved.
Merry Christmas to All.
God Bless Us All, Everyone.
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1988
Tom and I drove out to Venice Beach on a Saturday morning day off. We were on TDY in Cali and... well all work and no play...etc. Bikes were rented as one does. The short version of this is on a shaded path a tree root cut across the pavement at an angle and I didn't see it until coming back to the scene a day later. I was nimble enough to tumble neatly over the handlebar as it jerked and spun the front wheel square and flipped me over. But at speed one shoulder dislocated and broke the collar bone as palm and shoulder tissue stayed behind.
In a local walk in clinic an X-Ray was taken as wound washing finished. The radiologist stood looking and seemed puzzled. Then he just said: "I'm not sure..."
Ha! A fifth grader could see the broken collar bone ends. He was a Hindi immigrant and I just stared at him without expressing my disgust in his incompetence. It is only now I consider it might have been intentional disregard. Why?
By 2012 ...
Nullification and break-in tampering, poisoning and the DE shooting gallery had taken a toll and I was declared 'terminal, irreversible, untreatable'. Bilateral hepatic and nephratic failure. I was bedridden and convalescent. But I scheduled a Hail Mary appointment at Mayo Clinic after requesting some special ELISA tests. It was a long shot and a long drive.
The phlebotomist entered and demanded venipuncture instead of finger prick Rapid Card Tests the modern way. The trip was a waste. Even more, this ancient hirsute Hindi used her needle in my arm as a child might poke a ball of yarn with a knitting needle over and over until I stopped it. A back of hand draw finished the session. Strike 2
Strike 3 came next. The Pathology Department head was named Kumar and began with Instructing the usual disrobing and examination then suddenly exploding into rage and ordering the session to an end inexplicably.
So, what's up with Hindis in medicine? Lesson learned.
Some lessons don't need more evidence to draw a conclusion.
I'm not a tough guy but I'm a real good learner.
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AN OPEN LETTER TO SECRETARY OF DEFENSE HEGSETH
Sir, I compose these words to you for a single reason: the error described here must not be repeated and your command officers today must learn how easily their prior COs were rendered neutral and null.
You are our nations' alpha soldier. I am not, yet I dare remind you of how serious these failures have been by invoking the name Pat Tilman.
I am a nullified engineer, tagged with the label 'disgruntled' when the truth is I am the singular SME on the topic of engineering fraud on the F-16, F-22, and A-12 programs having been designer and leadership and a first-person eye witness.
The only reason you have an F-22 in service is That Unknown Guy (TUG) wrote a letter ca1995ish to our Senate Armed Service Committee members John Warner and John McCain, at risk and without any legal protections. Thus, he can never be named. That letter warned and explained the fraud. You know of the results of that letter because you witnessed the corrective action. Thus you know the truth and accuracy of his account.
Nullification came afterwards.
For the first time in 25 years we have a POTUS and SECDEF with a mind for corrective action. Thus I write, trusting in a tradition of Te Qam allowing a defender of State to be free from State retaliation.
Sir, your PCOs completely failed IFF when they had the entire truth laid in their hands by a Good Shepherd whom they mislabeled as the Wolf. Moreover, they gave authority to nullify TUG and cover up the cause for corrective action.
And, you have since then lived the era of failed IFF and are today still suffering from IFF failures. IFF failures now infect every good and allied Western nation and even three consecutive Popes .
Sir, I write to insist you fully detail for your COs how the fraud committed on the F-22 was identical to that on the A-12. TUG had certainty the F-22 would be cancelled and acted to prevent that event. But the heroic was made icky.
Even more, when the truth that a good congressman named Gary Condit was innocent because the alleged murder victim was discovered alive, your actions prevented Congress from receiving the Humint and healing itself; and prevented the 9.11 intelligence from getting a proper review. One messenger, several messages.
The repercussions of your Service branches, from NAVAQ & AFAQ to SPO, from OGC to OSI, in those times failing IFF has been historically enormous: the 9.11 event would have been repelled, war in Iraq avoided, thousands of USA deaths and multifold injuries avoided, trillions of dollars expense for war avoided, global intifada suppressed. Pat would be alive.
By revealing to your COs the casus belli and IFF failures you can expertly train an entire world our actions TODAY are solely defensive. And, we were under attack even back then, before 9.11.
I recognize this requires some admissions that are unpleasant. I am firmly believing our society can avoid bigoted and tribal retaliation when they are presented narrowly defined actions and actors. Our courts are the envy of the world in this regard. Correct justice must result and it cannot if our IFF experts are failing.
I believe the innocence of Gary Condit must not and will not result in a Dreyfus- type event over Chandra Levy when named actors are revealed, proving a limited cohort of perps of mixed faith were the cause. With this singular revelation you reveal, I believe, the Antifa USA command. Hayden Lake to A-12 to F-22 to D.C. to Penn State to NYC. They operated in open view. Antifa.
There is so very much that results from correcting IFF past and present. I appreciate this requires officers of good character. I am optimistic we have these now when they were absent before.
My letter is hopeful and I hope not overly hopeful.
Regards
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AN OPEN LETTER TO POTUS DONALD J. TRUMP
Topics: USPTO/NOBEL/OBAMA, EUTC 5/18 , INTEL, Romney/Ukraine, Epstein, USDA Rehoming Repurposing, Embassy/Elephant Walk, DARPA Israel Iron Beam Condit Congress, USDA Sushi, China Gold & TIKTOK/Wal-Mart, Carr/MDMs, UK Navy
Sir, you and I have encountered each other before. I expect your knowledge is skewed by political activists and I write to include record corrections plus additions plus suggestions that deserve a new dust-free review.
However, first and most, Godspeed. We need and want you to be a champion for our well-being beginning with our safety. I am proudly "Againican" '20/'24, though not '16. In this same spirit I wonder if there is still a chance to fix that building sign to say: "TKO HALL" or just put giant TKO letters out front and leave the JFK alone.
Because I am a never-Mitt conservative I registered as Dem when in 2010 I moved and have not bothered to change since I can counter-vote in primaries.
Next, you have encountered me in matters before the EUTC and I expect you have a partial briefing. Thus these additions.
Leading into your May 2018 EUTC meeting with regulators were my defensive actions to counter clear and present new evil. These date to 2012 and begin with response to a mass shooting. It wasn't enough for Fate to put me in DOD Te Qam matters.
After Sandy Hook I was a medically retired engineer distraught and wondering what could be done as prevention. Because I am also conservative I regard our enumerated rights nearly sacred. I thus conceived of an embedded IFF transmitter mimicking and updating E911 tech with the addition of WiFi, Bluetooth, and NFC and packaging the entire unit within trigger safety switches for new firearms of all designs, and within trigger locks for existing firearms. My attempt to file the patent was tripped up when USPTO advised a single errant checkbox selection nullified my submission and legal fees for correction would be a 5-digit cost. Abandonment was the result.
Merely days later, EU economic data from 2012 and predictions for 2013 were dire. Since I am a 4th generation banking scion I hold pretty good understanding of economics so I made a phone call to the French Ministry of the Economy, as one does. My TMo plan allowed it like a local call so 'Ta da!'
That was 2/13 IIRC and the very nice lady to whom a switchboard transferred me was the Ministers' Chief of Staff IIRC. The requested opportunity to write a brief solution was accepted, an address provided, the solution was delivered by email, and some ten months later or so it was announced Mr. Draghi was adopting the plan with Mr. Obama's cooperation. I was not mentioned nor did I expect to be.
Sir, You now know that letter was good and a Nobel-quality solution. I know you know because you repeated the military basing drawdown part another increment. Obama didn't initiate the solution. I did. Some times job completion is the only reward.
Now you have a better picture of the character I am. I don't drink, drug, nor videogame. I live quietly.
On matters related to EUTC, a hostile takeover-type action resulted in financial loss to me and a SEC filing was accepted 12/14. You know these are basically a last resort "Can this be recovered?" inquiry. I submitted a duplicate set of facts to EUTC tailored to their jurisdiction since the tech company harmed was domiciled in Paris and this is how the affair began.
Each of three EUTC e-submissions by web form and email over 22 months was intercepted MITM and only succeeded when delivered via fax. Each MITM event was an attack on EUTC web and email servers and thus EU government's servers. It was a hostile nation's attack. I was simply the messenger getting intercepted. However since I have credentials in engineering and Microsoft Certified Professional certs with server support experience I was not average nor unlearned nor confused by events.
Sir, you were called to explain and I could only watch as a tiny company and investment was dragged into a mega conflagration. It is over. However the perp injured itself and the international market is not unaware nor forgiving.
If it weren't for my appeals for leniency within my filing, inspired by the CEOs public remorse indicating unauthorized actions were conducted, I suspect the perp might have been embargoed from the bloc forever.
Your State 10% investment in INTC was, in my opinion, a wise protective move and I applaud you.
If I could be allowed a suggestion on this, I would have the three previous executives in CPU solutions design leadership returned and added to the board: namely Brian Krzanich, Pat Gelsinger, and from the Mobile Solutions division Rene James. These three were undone by other actors assigning them guilt and on this I believe you and I are sympatico.
Even more, those three are far superior judges of technology and tech skills to review LBT hires for DEI and self promotion.
Moreover, the errant actions were resulting from offshore executive hires named Soldhani, Eul and Renduchintala. The board was responsible for these disloyal and incompetent hires. That board is gone.
LBT has been an opportunist since the Eul fiasco and while his skill is proven, his dedication is also. The three names I offered can restore good order. I also like the idea of adding Michael Combes who was recently with Softbank and earlier with Alcatel and more.
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Another restoration project of value to you would be Mr. Romney. I am not his fan, but if I read news and understand correctly, he could use your association, and his knowledge and cooperation can benefit your agenda.
His story is thus: as election votes were tallied he was encamped in his hotel just as pretrading began in Europe. That fact, plus his skills, plus the come-to-POTUS meeting after inauguration hints of a financial irregularity and a deal with obligations to POTUS. I perceive that SECSTATE Clinton, Monsanto negotiations, Orange Revolution, and a 2013 $3 billion payment from China for Spring seed planting are all tied together with a financial money bag man in the middle of it.
You must be aware that the Franco-geddon flash crash occurred contemporaneously and so did the Monsanto buyout by a Swiss holding company. You will be familiar with Mr. Gates' biotech investments and Microsoft's private trading deck. Will, skill, means, and opportunity are the stuff of screenplays which sometimes mimic reality.
I respectfully suggest a flowering of friendship and a new deal. I expect Mitt's knowledge of Ukraine diplomacy and in particular the matter of Monsanto seed sales and buyout plus offsets would be useful.
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On another topic I am a fan of genuine proven talent and billionaires supporting good government. If those same billionaires are also fraternity men with obligations called '7 year itch', a plan including Reform in exchange for leniency in criminal matters would be wise. Kudos are due you, I suspect. A public comment regarding private society reform would draw widespread kudos, IMHO.
Epstein may have been the Devil's agent, but good men acting as required can also act favorably when the rules change. I learned years ago, if it ain't broke, don't break it.
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On the topic of visas and deportations, our allies have given you an opportunity and I hope you can see and use it as follows: Aus/NZ has rehomed it's lions. Japan and France have both rehomed their pandas and we could also, with great fanfare and additional actions simultaneously.
You have sole authority via USDA to revoke licenses for all non domestic wildlife held by public and private facilities for public display. Of course I mean zoos. You would be repurposing State and municipal funds and veterinarian skills by executive order.
The words: "we don't want your beasts" would be MAGA approved. Repurposed funds and skills would be quietly universally approved and a vote -winning use of executive authority. Your friend Mark Levin would applaud the 'declawing' of PETA and related activists. IMHO.
We have plenty of skilled medical professionals but too many are licensed in animal care. An e-training access to medical schools would fast-track upgrade those careers and reduce demand for immigrant hospital workers and their visas. Curbside walk-in vet clinics could be repurposed for human walk-in care.
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Your go- to word of 2026 could become 'Rehoming'. I offer the idea that a voluntary and loudly announced temporary withdrawal of our '14-Eyes' allies embassy staff would show solidarity, reinforce your internal policy, plus reduce objections by other nations and our news outlets. You might request Secretary Rubio get agreement and stage a highly visible elephant walk of diplomatic 747s departing, immediately in the New Year. The immediate gain is the reduction and repurposing of Diplomatic Security for visa enforcement.
I consider a new Vienna Conference on Diplomatic Relations to be appropriate also. A new Treaty or amendments is needed. Now would be a good time.
All other nations could be invited to voluntarily temporarily depart also. Call it retraining while a new Vienna Treaty is agreed. Using these tactics bypasses our courts and ill-willed judges.
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And now, a matter perhaps too far. With the prior remarks I trust these next can appear fair and balanced. And I begin with admission that 25 years of nullification means my 2001 observations of the 9.11 manifesto and Chandra Levy are likewise null.
At DARPATECH 2K in Dallas I met with DARPA Director Stuart Eisenstat(sp?). We discussed a working NOYB prototype. Events since then have been bizarre, and I suspect the entire goon squad of retaliation officially began then. My outlook is shaped by these and so is the next suggestion.
The tech fielded by Israel as Iron Beam and initially funded under the AF Kirtland Direct Energy Directorate program is now miniaturized and fielded. It was used on me by a small gymnast looking guy with curly brown hair. He drove an old brown GM sedan with Florida license. To my eyes he was Jewish. He moved in upstairs, 2122. The DE use was dated 1Q13 and was an EMP Microwave cannon shot from overhead that flattened me with stunning effect.
Additional DE devices were installed creating a shooting gallery daily, mostly nightly. This continues at my new address. I deduce these acts are Mosad ops inspired by Levy.
This cannot be permissible. Israel cannot be granted impunity to conduct these operations against a patriotic USA Christian inside our country. Of all the temporary diplomatic withdrawals I suggest the first and most visible be the Israel State delegation in its entirety down to the registered agents and emissaries including covert ops by whatever name including Mosad. Retraining is overdue. Bibi needs all hands on deck. We should enable his results just as he enables ours by leaving, temporarily, in support of our internal policing.
9.11 was not an attack by Israel, but they got caught acting to destroy a senior House member and Intelligence Committee chairman. Gary Condit was innocent. So am I. You know how the game of Pin the Tail On the Donkey is played. I believe Bibi should be eager to come to your and our support to flush out the conspirators. I also believe all of USA would cheer wildly at their support in closing this matter. In this you have an historically unique role due to your friendship with Bibi and his State.
You should be clear eyed by now, I consider supporting Israel's defense as necessary as supporting Christendom and the Vatican against Moors. Abandoning either is an hideous thought. But so is battery assault by their ops in my home. This must end. If other nations follow your lead, our mutual defense will be enhanced. Then onward to Vienna.
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ON CHINA: TIKTOK, Trade balance and currency exchange
An obscure bit of news unreported in the Western press is what happened to Wal-Mart's first investment in China's new E-delivery economy. Jinding aka JD.com became the Market winner only after Wal-Mart purchased its now-forgotten competitor, failed, and then invested in JD. The manner of failure is the point of this anecdote. After buying the now-forgotten online shopping site, Wal-Mart awoke one morning to learn the entire employee pool had resigned, walked out and across the street to work for JD.COM. Wal-Mart was left with nothing but an empty building with its name on the door. It became a total write off. Tiktok owners caveat emptor.
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You have another sole authority via USDA to revoke licenses for all non conforming food producers from dirt to dish, and that includes all merchant end sales like restaurants. A ban on an epidemiological hazard in support of State needs is the core principle.
A single act that benefits us and our allies is exemplified by a ban on all sushi bars, restaurants, packaged food production, delivery and sales. It reduces demand side economics and lowers prices for ASEAN allies, while supporting alternative and patriotic domestic purveyors by increasing their addressable market. The epidemiological risk from food and human vectors of this nondomestic uncooked product can thus be stunted and nulled just as border guest interceptions and medical tests prevent disease migration. The raw food and human source are biohazard costs that are measurable.
Your use of USDA authority has overwhelming support when epidemiological evidence is inarguable, as I understand the sushi case to be.
You will be aware that import of a food item sold to an insular community using offshore banking has little benefit to our economy and its limitation thus has little loss impact. Its halt would be counter- inflationary in all socio-economic aspects: housing, taxes, education, medical demand and more. Fewer guest work visas would be needed.
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A second leverage is gold. The rationale originates from two reports of irregular gold market actions.
1) Report of fake bars discovered ca2019 that were gold plated copper imitations held as Reserve obligations by China's Central Bank.
This resulted as quiet panic in global Central Banks who bought duplicate Reserves 2020-2021 to cover their own potential liability and drove a price run-up. Reports of assay testing are unknown to me to date but an opportunity for you exists.
2) Reporting last year of a 5th BENEFICIAL REORGANIZATION scheme by China in Hong Kong.
The entirety of every investment equity held by every Hong Kong resident was seized and replaced by gold. This couldn't have been physical gold due to supply limitations so it's reasonable to deduce paper options were swept in as equities were swept out. It's reasonable to deduce paper options included futures. Again, an opportunity for you exists.
REMEDY: an AUKUSCAN policing Force at Canadian mining gates to monitor output could be unilaterally imposed with a combination of assay results and tariffs as carrot and stick. All output would be refined in Denver. Loudly publicised actions as with Venezuela and Gaza would inform the World Market of the righteousness of the acts and the Price gambit including Hong Kong sweeps exposed. The entire regulatory policing action would draw down when assays of Reserves were finalized and all Central Banks relieved of risks. The commodity bubble ending would reinforce market equities as cash recovers liquidity, and inflationary pressure is relieved. Retail investors would return.
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Mobile platform MDM
Despite nullifying the 9.11 Manifesto which indicated BHO ran C3 for 9.11, Intelligence offices know the use of allies and mercenaries is a common way to hide ops leadership.
Today's over run of foreign agents could utilize portable server technology and Mobile Device Management software for C3 just as Large Accounts for the Big 3 Cellcos allow. It's all done out of sight and on premises so easily concealed from the Big 3. But it's easily discoverable using simple database searches correlating and collecting Billing and Resident addresses and payment institutions.
If you discovered 50 million expatriate accounts all managed as a single large client account would you be surprised? Not me.
If the account was part of a surprising gain in customers at a single foreign owned Cellco would you be surprised? Not me.
If the 50 million devices were utilizing Remote Access software they could be utilized for DDoS, malware deployment, and each device could have its own platoon of agents managing social network accounts. 50 million devices could have 500 million army assets under several flags. A virtual e-army signals unit. The domestic ops agent in possession of the device wouldn't necessarily ever witness the activity.
Director Brendan Carr can discover this easily without warrants.
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British Trident Subs, missiles, and jump carriers
England has an obligation to do more in both NATO and Ukraine. We need more boats and they need fewer and a lower cost Navy. France wants new jump carriers so buying England's makes sense. England can no longer support their Trident missiles and subs according to reports.
We want them.
Best Regards, and Godspeed
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55 YEARS AGO...
Mom and dad would let me stay at our lake cabin alone during summers. I was a 110 pound Seal Team with a fishing pole. That, plus $20 and I could keep the pantry stocked and the little row boat motor gassed and feast on fresh fish.
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AN OPEN LETTER TO KING FREDERIK X OF DENMARK, KING WILLEM-ALEXANDER OF NETHERLANDS, KING HARALD V OF NORWAY, KING CARL GUSTAF XVI OF SWEDEN
Sirs, I am your distant cousin. 55 years ago I discovered proof of our ancestors, and an ancient encampment that may have been a city.
The proof is xXxX and bronze in composition despite official academic denials of an ancient bronze age on this continent. It is ancient and hints at an era before cataclysm entombed the region in ice. It is embellished with xXxX that leaves no doubt as to its owner creator.
For all these years I have called it the King's Stone. I respectfully suggest the open pit copper mining in the area now inundated due to dams, plus my discovery hints at an ancient Eldorado of the North. Iron mining is hundreds of miles further north.
You have encountered me before. 1998 I had completed the financial turn around of a GNC store as training to become a franchisee. I was poised for significant reward only to be rewarded by dismissal.
I had discovered a scheme of internal fraud contrary to the exemplary design of the company and which required an internal investigation in my turnaround combined with inventory control. The company chose to sell itself overseas to avoid lawsuits.
You were harmed as Numico trusted the laundered books represented by the Brokering Agency. You lost billions and I read about it and made an international phone call to the staff of Henk Dekker, CEO at Numico. An address was provided to receive my offered records and account of the fraud.
Years later the matter is settled. You are at least partially repaired. I didn't know initially that a tribal sectarian anti Christian Kingdom scheme was playing out. Waterloo redux. I only recognized I had a moral duty to aid my distant cousins with the unique knowledge I held.
Cousins, I invite you to stipulate my good will is again at work.
I am in poor health and have been denied by academics at Ford Museum of Natural History and have been made wary by First Nation's separatists and the Land Return Movement. I deduce my current POTUS creates a superior opportunity for our Secretary of State Rubio to establish some rapprochement with you on this topic. Then your academic community can examine the stone previously rejected. History will change on that day.
The location of the finding is a place where a deep gorge cuts through and a spring fills it to overflowing, forming a lake and contributes downstream to the Mississippi. There is a massiff of some 100 feet rising above the current water table and lake level which is now some 30 feet higher due to dams compared to ancient times when the open pit mines were dry. The massiff is an ideal natural signals tower with an easy gradient and approach on its north face and the highest feature for hundreds of miles around.
The relic was found by me accidentally one day as I dropped anchor and it slipped over into the deep of the crevice. When I drew the anchor up the artifact lay wedged into the cup of the anchor. I was ridiculed by others and chose to stay silent except for visits to the Ford building on University campus. It is elaborately decorated.
I deduce I had accidentally found the grave of the Commander of the encampment.
While I bear this King's Stone it has no edge and is not obviously martial in design. Since I am not martial in my own design I suppose it is consistent that Fate would choose a signals guy to discover a signals relic. My role I believe is to deliver the message as has been my Life calling.
The rest of the story will begin when we meet. My demands are few and only that you do not ask me to travel nor deliver the relic. Your Neolithic archeologists and emissaries should do the traveling.
Regards
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A Commentary on two publications by Pope Leo XIV:
IN UNITATE FIDEI and DILEXI TE
To Begin
Pope Francis said to LGBTQ++ delegates "We have rules"
DILEXI TE is originally drafted by Pope Francis and fits his qualities and manner: it is a scrapbook of historical references and quotes on respecting mendicants and nonchurched poor. It sweeps across centuries of thought, providing a collection of easily found citations for teaching. It intends to instruct us who have already learned the lessons and are now busy applying them to our circumstances.
Pope Leo completed the scrapbook for publication and it seems useful as a reference for libraries. It is perhaps best used for the academic training of priests. I hope Leo XIV has no greater investment than ending its draft and publishing what Francis authored.
Within, it cites principles clearly directed at Mendicant priests and entirely unfit for a secure community. Can you imagine a shepherd opening his sheep fold to wolves just because they howl from hunger while hunting? Yet, this is the Principles of Crybabies presented by the Bishop who quotes Jesus' exhortation to hear the cry and cries of the poor.
These sermons call for 'heroic sacrifice even unto poverty' and offer regard for 'wisdom of mendicant poor who are thus freed from the burden of maintenance of the material world', as though a family benefits from a lack of home, shelter, defensive doorway and lock.
These priests elevate the Francis of Assisi exhortation: "begging with confidence" that the Almighty will provide when the crybabies are heard and the outstretched palm seen. These priests disregard how 'Wisdom of the poor Mendicant' has its own industry: Retaliation. It seems the priest lives each day defending his own parish and is resigned to a system of payola.
It is an utterly indiscriminate blathering and a disregard of the caring and skilled observations of the shepherd. It utterly disregards the genuine necessity of a shepherd's staff, and a Nun's ruler. It disrespects all and pretends to care.
Perhaps in the world of and profession of priests who are betrothed to Church and have no children nor property if they are Mendicants, then there is no loss and only gain of souls.
However, how can the Church call for violation of Marriages it ordained by a demand to disregard threat of hunger, disease and violence to their own family? How can the Church call for providing for bastard crybabies whose mothers and fathers lay nearby smiling at the simplicity of theft from Roman Catholics? How can the Church fail to admonish parents of children and governments of parents to WORK.
It is as though they hired Simplicio to the office of Pope and Bishop who wrote the sermons of utter disregard for life saving discrimination that would distinguish between dogs and wolves.
How can a priest demand a wife care indiscriminately for another woman's offspring as though it were her husband's bastard which she knowingly accepted in marriage? These priests are demanding violation of Marriage as though the vows of loyalty recited before the Holy Altar were 'stretchy'.
Security and economy are inseparable as are enumerated rights and personal security.
There is a cure for this social suffering. Proverbs teaches: "Be not like a horse or mule which must be curbed with bit and bridle." There is the cure.
Yet, Priests will teach the honor in labor and then demand none from the Mendicants.
There is an explanation for the priests: Fear of retaliation from gangs. Foolish priests are easy targets for violent gangs who have learned the Golden Rule for Mendicants:. 'He who has the gold must share it'.
The entirety of Roman Catholic social justice theology, when it disregards good policing to ensure the Good Will of all citizens, is the theology of Robin Hood and disregard of economic principles.
Political Science will compose long pages into books to describe the political condition and system called Communism. It is easy to describe separate from classrooms and textbooks. It is Robin Hood gangland gangster tribal thieving in which the stolen goods are first distributed to the gangsters. If there's anything left after their lust and appetite is satisfied, the remainders might be distributed to others or it might be stored or invested to create an additional laundered source of taking.
Pope Francis was the first Communist-approving pope. He was Papa Simplicio. His burial hinted at heresy. His love of Franciscan poverty hinted at the Arius aka Aryan heresy. His ouster from Jesuit Communion indicated judgement of his peers.
Social Justice theology separate from good policing that provides security to individuals, families, businesses is merely Robin Hood Communism giving approval for criminality and violence to achieve what is rightfully due. If the wolves are not subdued, if the shepherds are not provided and trusted, the sheep become easy prey.
Communism is gangsterism.
My prayer for Pope Leo XIV is the Serenity Prayer together with meditations upon Pope Benedict XVI sermon from the gates of Celestine V :
"God's response passes through the solidarity of men, which cannot be limited to the initial emergency, but must become a stable and concrete project over time".
It is utterly disdainful to hold shepherds in good communion and then disregard their good skilled and good willed judgements and discrimination.
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On LEO XIV's IN UNITATE FIDEI for the 1700th anniversary of the Council of Nicea
If your soul needs wings, let it soar here. This is an utter joy. Here is our Lord speaking again to His beloved. Here is the assertion of Creation saying: "That's my boy" as a proud papa would.
And it is so very welcome and timely that Pope Leo XIV would author this reminder that our Faith and Salvation has rules.
Jesus did not declare from the cross "the barn door is open, y'all". Hell did not throw open its doors and empty out all its damned sinners to walk freely without scrutiny through Heaven's gate.
This is the Church of our Risen Lord asserting both THAT & HOW to Identity Friend or Foe as any shepherd, military or police officer can and must do. This is the very basis of our unity.
And it is so very welcome to know The Holy Father remembers it is necessary.
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LEO XIV is a priest who knows and wears the smell of the sheep. He also knows a priest stands in the centuries-long tradition of a Shepherds caring for the well-being of his flock. He knows knowledge of healthy and toxic foliage and predators and constant watch are all part of his duty. He is both rancher and medicine man.
LEO XIV is also a modern scholar who is aware the modern farmers and ranchers know the well-being of their family requires separation of animal risks from their families. Every farm has a "mud room" for removing soiled boots and clothes and washing until both dirt and stink are gone. Every farm. No exceptions.
There are rules for a welcoming entry to Heaven, to Holy Communion, to our Country.
Godspeed Pope Leo XIV
Godspeed POTUS DJT
Habemus Papam at the Margins |
