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May 8, 2025
Who Killed the Rockers and the Comedians?
Who Killed the Rockers and the Comedians?
Cultural banality in America 2.0
Donald Jeffries
May 08, 2025
Long ago, in an America far removed from its present facsimile, there used to be rock and roll. It was a great thing. It started my little seven year old feet tapping, when I first heard Ricky Nelson, Leslie Gore, Del Shannon, Motown, Gene Pitney, Bobby Vee, and all those Phil Spector girl groups. I loved the wall of sound.
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And then I happened to be tuned in to Dick Clark’s American Bandstand, on the day the crowd rated a new single from a band from Liverpool, I Want to Hold Your Hand. I was in love. My seven year old legs and arms joined my feet, in wriggling about in an original amalgamation of the Twist, the Pony, the Swim, and other dance crazes of the day. Every new dance looked even better when pretty go-go girls were doing them. I’m pretty sure I was far younger than Dick Clark’s targeted teenage demographic, but I was simply smitten with rock and roll. Like millions of other young Americans, I became a Beatles fanatic, even getting a wig that I donned when I used wooden spoons to bang on some boxes in the basement. I won’t belabor the point I’ve made so many times before, about wanting a Ludwig drum set. Just like Ringo. I loved the early Beatles; Beatlemania. When John Lennon was clearly responsible for almost all of it.
As a grade school kid who was rapidly attaining obesity status, I loved the pop brand of rock and roll. The Beach Boys. Gary Lewis and the Playboys. Tommy James and the Shondells. Lou Christie. The Turtles. The Lovin’ Spoonful. Then, as a slimmed down teenager, my musical tastes grew more sophisticated. Or so they say. Were the Beatles’ later albums really better than She Loves You and Please Please Me? Was Pet Sounds- as remarkable as it was- really more memorable than I Get Around or California Girls? I know which kinds of music I more enthusiastically sing along to now. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! The critics were usually right, but not always in my estimation. Personal taste is personal taste. If someone likes Wayne Newton better than Wilson Pickett, that’s their prerogative. Musical taste is like food preferences; there is no “right” or “wrong.” Don’t demonize me for wanting a well done steak. It’s all related to free speech.
In the 1970s, album rock became all the rage. Forget about hit singles. Nobody bought 45s any more. The singer-songwriter was born. Jim Croce. Jackson Browne. Joni Mitchell. And, of course, the greatest songwriter, and least polished singer of them all, Bob Dylan. I spent far too much time poring over, and analyzing Dylan’s lyrics. I too was beginning to look for “all the agents and the superhuman crew” that strapped “heart attack machines” to inferred Thought Criminals. His songs were full of genuine poetry, and outrageous imagery. So I started writing my own songs. It was impossible to approach his profundity, especially as a teenager, but I humbly suggest I probably sang a little better than him. It was wonderful absorbing his older work, from the early to mid-1960s, as well as that of his female counterpart, Joni Mitchell. Disco had taken over 1970s culture, and I’ve made it very clear how I felt about that.
I admired the artistry of The Band, and think they sound even better today. With the recent death of Garth Hudson, all of them are gone now. And yet most of the Rolling Stones live on, still touring in their 80s. The Byrds and Roger McGuinn, who kind of influenced my own faulty singing voice. There are some perks to having offbeat tastes; I was usually able to find the music of Don McLean, or Procol Harum, perhaps even Roxy Music, in the cheap cut/out bins. For some reason, I was attracted to the work of Buffy Sainte-Marie. Some people made fun of me for that. I always got bargains on her albums. Yes, it was disillusioning to find out that she had never actually been an American Indian. A mere Italian? Mama Mia! But she sure played the part well. She certainly wasn’t the first entertainer to be playing a part offscreen.
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Then came 1979. One of my best years. The year I discovered all the great New Wave music. I remember listening to Bram Tchaikovsky’s Girl of my Dreams on WHFS, the “progressive” or “album rock” radio station in our area. I was stunned. When I heard Nick Lowe’s Cruel to be Kind, it was like being a seven year old again, hearing the Beatles for the first time. I became obsessed with Elvis Costello, and played the grooves off of his Armed Forces LP. Elvis was barely older than me, and his birthday was almost the same. I found out he’d worked as a computer operator, biding his time while writing those great songs. As a computer operator myself, this made him all the more relevant to me. I was biding my time, too, writing the novel that would become The Unreals. One of us sold millions of records. The other sold about 4,000 copies of his magnus opus. I knew we’d probably have hit it off, but I’ve never been a stalker.
I discovered Tom Petty through my wife, who I started dating in 1979. I thought to myself, that guy sounds even more like me than Roger McGuinn does. Despite him blatantly mimicking my style, I found his music irresistible. But I wasn’t going to go as far as Mick Jagger, who reacted so favorably to Petty’s Damn the Torpedoes that he said he’d be willing to give him a blow job. I think Mick was found in bed with David Bowie one time. It’s hard to imagine how he managed to sire an estimated billion kids by various groupies. Kind of the Elon Musk of the rock world. I loved Bruce Springsteen, too, although I cringe when one of his songs comes on the airways, now. I think his bosom buddy Barack Obama has taken over the saxophone for the late Clarence Clemons. The crowd probably just sees another Black guy backing up the “Boss.” I don’t know, you really lose your cred by jamming with Barack Obama.
Imagine a song like Randy Newman’s Short People today. That actually raised the ire of percolating LaKarinas (don’t want to defame the good name of Karen any longer). And how about John Lennon’s Woman is the N****r of the World? That was considered a feminist manifesto back in the day. Today it literally cannot be played anywhere. Except perhaps in your basement, with the curtains drawn, and the speakers turned off, listening through headphones. Elvis Costello’s classic Oliver’s Army has that same pesky word in it, so needless to say he will never be playing that at any concerts. Randy Newman filled his Huey Long tribute album Good Old Boys with the “N” word, and took swipes at Jews as well. But few stations were going to play anything off of that album even when it came out in 1974. I’m surprised they still let Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey play Won’t Get Fooled Again. People might get the "wrong” ideas.
Rock and roll remained vibrant through the 1980s and into the 1990s. But it might as well have been assassinated at this point. Or outlawed by “cancel culture.” Other than the old guys still hanging on, and touring to support themselves in their twilight years, who are the rock and rollers today? Actually, who are the White musical artists today, other than Taylor Swift, Pink, and Miley Cyrus? Not exactly the Traveling Wilburys. Sure, you have White country performers, but that kind of mainstream pablum is like NASCAR; the White branch of our ghettoized culture. It’s not like they’re promoting the Dillards, or Flatt and Scruggs. Although I have heard some good stuff from Rascal Flatts. The rest of popular music today has been ceded to a bunch of DEI Black performers who won’t remind anyone of Louis Armstrong or Marvin Gaye. I don’t think Whites are allowed to win Grammys now.
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Neil Young famously sang, “Rock and roll will never die,” but it most assuredly did. Not sure of the exact date, but it’s moved on to the next realm at this point. Three guitarists and a drummer have turned into illiterate thug wannabes, backed by some incredible “musician” ruining a vinyl record by spinning it backwards. I think that’s how it works. I’m not proficient at that particular “instrument.” Rap was a big conspirator in the death of rock and roll. So was American Idol and all the other identical shows that feature three almost always no talent judges who critique mostly Blacks and Black wannabes, who sing in the same identical style. Largely female, these American Idolators go on to great wealth, appearing as close to naked as possible on stage, while flashing satanic signs. We all thought Stevie Nicks and Susanna Hoffs were smoking hot back in the day, but I don’t think many of us would have liked to see them writhe about half naked, even without the occult symbolism.
Then there’s comedy. With the death of Norm MacDonald a few years ago, we probably lost the last politically incorrect stand up comedian. Well, actually there is one very courageous lady out there now, Leonarda Jonie, who unabashedly blasts Jews, Blacks, transgenders, and has been banned from all the best and brightest venues because of it. But she is a single motorboat in a sea of virtue signaling mediocrity. Bill Burr used to be pretty funny. But then he married a Black feminist, and now is a slightly funnier version of Stephen Colbert. He recently appeared on The View. Really. And fawned over those unhinged cacklers as much as they fawned over him. The female comedians are really, really bad. They should force any real terrorists to watch Lily Singh’s act as a form of torture. I’m sorry, but most women just aren’t funny. There just aren’t enough Granny Clampetts to go around.
So, we’ve gone from Rodney Dangerfield, Bill Hicks, and George Carlin, to….Jimmy Fallon? Steve Martin was an iconic force, but now he’s starring in a Hulu series called Murders in the Building, which could still be funny, since it costars Martin Short, However, it is absolutely chock full of the usual propaganda. Short has a half Black son from his previous marriage. There are gays galore in the “building,” and both Martin and Short are bossed around by another Fat Acceptance devotee, Selena Gomez, who is young enough to be their granddaughter. And also can’t act. Really, really can’t act. I stopped watching a few seasons ago. I’m sure some character on that show has transitioned by now. SCTV, one of my favorite shows of all time, simply couldn’t be done today. Unless they wrote every skit about Donald Trump. Neither could Monty Python, as John Cleese has complained about. Do they have even the old insipid sitcoms any more? They aren’t even trying to produce comedy.
Even the original cast of Saturday Night Live produced many sketches that would be banned today. Chevy Chase and Richard Pryor flinging racial epithets at each other, for example. Years later on the same show, Norm MacDonald’s “Weekend Update” segments consisted largely of politically incorrect gibes at Blacks, women, and the lovable Clintons. Even the seemingly innocuous ‘90s sitcom Seinfeld was chronicling a world that is no longer there. No longer allowed to exist. Cheech and Chong movies were incredibly popular into the 1980s. Their drug-inspired humor just doesn’t go well in America 2.0, despite many people being addicted to far stronger drugs than the pot that made the duo famous. Comedy has been declawed, like an inconvenient kitten. George Carlin earned notoriety with his seven dirty words. In America 2.0, there are thousands of “dirty” words and sacred cows which are verboten.
I’ll take my SCTV, please. They’ll never be another cast like that; the Beatles of comedy. Just look at whoever is on the present day SNL by comparison. I think the world’s most untalented Black man, Keenan Thompson, is still on there, doing “impressions” of various Black celebrities by shouting and sounding ghetto. I literally haven’t heard of 80 percent of today’s celebrities. Maybe 90 percent. I know, I sound like I’m ready to start screaming at the kids on my lawn. I can’t believe that people stopped being able to sing, and write enduring music. Or that there are just no funny people being born now. Certainly, the talent pool becomes very limited when such disproportionate concentration is paid to the Black population. See today’s world of sports to understand what I’m saying. This isn’t a delusional “back in my day” rant. As noted, individual tastes differ. But there are unbiased ways to assess individual skills.
I don’t know, maybe some prefer “stars” like John Legend and Beyonce. It’s possible that someone, somewhere, thinks Jimmy Fallon is superior to David Letterman. Stephen A. Smith is being trotted out as a serious presidential candidate for just this reason. We are so dumbed down as a society that anything is possible. Except really talented entertainers succeeding in America 2.0. I’m so grateful for DVDs. And old records and CDs. I look forward to seeing the octogenarians I admired in my youth hitting the stage again, to rekindle all those old memories. Our lives have a soundtrack. I loved those who produced the soundtrack of my youth. And the laughs from films like Caddyshack and Ghostbusters, which couldn’t be produced today. I probably sound like the oldsters who waxed nostalgic about Frank Sinatra and Glenn Miller. But as I look at the mess around me, I know that our culture was better.
Cultural banality in America 2.0
Donald Jeffries
May 08, 2025
Long ago, in an America far removed from its present facsimile, there used to be rock and roll. It was a great thing. It started my little seven year old feet tapping, when I first heard Ricky Nelson, Leslie Gore, Del Shannon, Motown, Gene Pitney, Bobby Vee, and all those Phil Spector girl groups. I loved the wall of sound.
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And then I happened to be tuned in to Dick Clark’s American Bandstand, on the day the crowd rated a new single from a band from Liverpool, I Want to Hold Your Hand. I was in love. My seven year old legs and arms joined my feet, in wriggling about in an original amalgamation of the Twist, the Pony, the Swim, and other dance crazes of the day. Every new dance looked even better when pretty go-go girls were doing them. I’m pretty sure I was far younger than Dick Clark’s targeted teenage demographic, but I was simply smitten with rock and roll. Like millions of other young Americans, I became a Beatles fanatic, even getting a wig that I donned when I used wooden spoons to bang on some boxes in the basement. I won’t belabor the point I’ve made so many times before, about wanting a Ludwig drum set. Just like Ringo. I loved the early Beatles; Beatlemania. When John Lennon was clearly responsible for almost all of it.
As a grade school kid who was rapidly attaining obesity status, I loved the pop brand of rock and roll. The Beach Boys. Gary Lewis and the Playboys. Tommy James and the Shondells. Lou Christie. The Turtles. The Lovin’ Spoonful. Then, as a slimmed down teenager, my musical tastes grew more sophisticated. Or so they say. Were the Beatles’ later albums really better than She Loves You and Please Please Me? Was Pet Sounds- as remarkable as it was- really more memorable than I Get Around or California Girls? I know which kinds of music I more enthusiastically sing along to now. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! The critics were usually right, but not always in my estimation. Personal taste is personal taste. If someone likes Wayne Newton better than Wilson Pickett, that’s their prerogative. Musical taste is like food preferences; there is no “right” or “wrong.” Don’t demonize me for wanting a well done steak. It’s all related to free speech.
In the 1970s, album rock became all the rage. Forget about hit singles. Nobody bought 45s any more. The singer-songwriter was born. Jim Croce. Jackson Browne. Joni Mitchell. And, of course, the greatest songwriter, and least polished singer of them all, Bob Dylan. I spent far too much time poring over, and analyzing Dylan’s lyrics. I too was beginning to look for “all the agents and the superhuman crew” that strapped “heart attack machines” to inferred Thought Criminals. His songs were full of genuine poetry, and outrageous imagery. So I started writing my own songs. It was impossible to approach his profundity, especially as a teenager, but I humbly suggest I probably sang a little better than him. It was wonderful absorbing his older work, from the early to mid-1960s, as well as that of his female counterpart, Joni Mitchell. Disco had taken over 1970s culture, and I’ve made it very clear how I felt about that.
I admired the artistry of The Band, and think they sound even better today. With the recent death of Garth Hudson, all of them are gone now. And yet most of the Rolling Stones live on, still touring in their 80s. The Byrds and Roger McGuinn, who kind of influenced my own faulty singing voice. There are some perks to having offbeat tastes; I was usually able to find the music of Don McLean, or Procol Harum, perhaps even Roxy Music, in the cheap cut/out bins. For some reason, I was attracted to the work of Buffy Sainte-Marie. Some people made fun of me for that. I always got bargains on her albums. Yes, it was disillusioning to find out that she had never actually been an American Indian. A mere Italian? Mama Mia! But she sure played the part well. She certainly wasn’t the first entertainer to be playing a part offscreen.
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Then came 1979. One of my best years. The year I discovered all the great New Wave music. I remember listening to Bram Tchaikovsky’s Girl of my Dreams on WHFS, the “progressive” or “album rock” radio station in our area. I was stunned. When I heard Nick Lowe’s Cruel to be Kind, it was like being a seven year old again, hearing the Beatles for the first time. I became obsessed with Elvis Costello, and played the grooves off of his Armed Forces LP. Elvis was barely older than me, and his birthday was almost the same. I found out he’d worked as a computer operator, biding his time while writing those great songs. As a computer operator myself, this made him all the more relevant to me. I was biding my time, too, writing the novel that would become The Unreals. One of us sold millions of records. The other sold about 4,000 copies of his magnus opus. I knew we’d probably have hit it off, but I’ve never been a stalker.
I discovered Tom Petty through my wife, who I started dating in 1979. I thought to myself, that guy sounds even more like me than Roger McGuinn does. Despite him blatantly mimicking my style, I found his music irresistible. But I wasn’t going to go as far as Mick Jagger, who reacted so favorably to Petty’s Damn the Torpedoes that he said he’d be willing to give him a blow job. I think Mick was found in bed with David Bowie one time. It’s hard to imagine how he managed to sire an estimated billion kids by various groupies. Kind of the Elon Musk of the rock world. I loved Bruce Springsteen, too, although I cringe when one of his songs comes on the airways, now. I think his bosom buddy Barack Obama has taken over the saxophone for the late Clarence Clemons. The crowd probably just sees another Black guy backing up the “Boss.” I don’t know, you really lose your cred by jamming with Barack Obama.
Imagine a song like Randy Newman’s Short People today. That actually raised the ire of percolating LaKarinas (don’t want to defame the good name of Karen any longer). And how about John Lennon’s Woman is the N****r of the World? That was considered a feminist manifesto back in the day. Today it literally cannot be played anywhere. Except perhaps in your basement, with the curtains drawn, and the speakers turned off, listening through headphones. Elvis Costello’s classic Oliver’s Army has that same pesky word in it, so needless to say he will never be playing that at any concerts. Randy Newman filled his Huey Long tribute album Good Old Boys with the “N” word, and took swipes at Jews as well. But few stations were going to play anything off of that album even when it came out in 1974. I’m surprised they still let Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey play Won’t Get Fooled Again. People might get the "wrong” ideas.
Rock and roll remained vibrant through the 1980s and into the 1990s. But it might as well have been assassinated at this point. Or outlawed by “cancel culture.” Other than the old guys still hanging on, and touring to support themselves in their twilight years, who are the rock and rollers today? Actually, who are the White musical artists today, other than Taylor Swift, Pink, and Miley Cyrus? Not exactly the Traveling Wilburys. Sure, you have White country performers, but that kind of mainstream pablum is like NASCAR; the White branch of our ghettoized culture. It’s not like they’re promoting the Dillards, or Flatt and Scruggs. Although I have heard some good stuff from Rascal Flatts. The rest of popular music today has been ceded to a bunch of DEI Black performers who won’t remind anyone of Louis Armstrong or Marvin Gaye. I don’t think Whites are allowed to win Grammys now.
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Neil Young famously sang, “Rock and roll will never die,” but it most assuredly did. Not sure of the exact date, but it’s moved on to the next realm at this point. Three guitarists and a drummer have turned into illiterate thug wannabes, backed by some incredible “musician” ruining a vinyl record by spinning it backwards. I think that’s how it works. I’m not proficient at that particular “instrument.” Rap was a big conspirator in the death of rock and roll. So was American Idol and all the other identical shows that feature three almost always no talent judges who critique mostly Blacks and Black wannabes, who sing in the same identical style. Largely female, these American Idolators go on to great wealth, appearing as close to naked as possible on stage, while flashing satanic signs. We all thought Stevie Nicks and Susanna Hoffs were smoking hot back in the day, but I don’t think many of us would have liked to see them writhe about half naked, even without the occult symbolism.
Then there’s comedy. With the death of Norm MacDonald a few years ago, we probably lost the last politically incorrect stand up comedian. Well, actually there is one very courageous lady out there now, Leonarda Jonie, who unabashedly blasts Jews, Blacks, transgenders, and has been banned from all the best and brightest venues because of it. But she is a single motorboat in a sea of virtue signaling mediocrity. Bill Burr used to be pretty funny. But then he married a Black feminist, and now is a slightly funnier version of Stephen Colbert. He recently appeared on The View. Really. And fawned over those unhinged cacklers as much as they fawned over him. The female comedians are really, really bad. They should force any real terrorists to watch Lily Singh’s act as a form of torture. I’m sorry, but most women just aren’t funny. There just aren’t enough Granny Clampetts to go around.
So, we’ve gone from Rodney Dangerfield, Bill Hicks, and George Carlin, to….Jimmy Fallon? Steve Martin was an iconic force, but now he’s starring in a Hulu series called Murders in the Building, which could still be funny, since it costars Martin Short, However, it is absolutely chock full of the usual propaganda. Short has a half Black son from his previous marriage. There are gays galore in the “building,” and both Martin and Short are bossed around by another Fat Acceptance devotee, Selena Gomez, who is young enough to be their granddaughter. And also can’t act. Really, really can’t act. I stopped watching a few seasons ago. I’m sure some character on that show has transitioned by now. SCTV, one of my favorite shows of all time, simply couldn’t be done today. Unless they wrote every skit about Donald Trump. Neither could Monty Python, as John Cleese has complained about. Do they have even the old insipid sitcoms any more? They aren’t even trying to produce comedy.
Even the original cast of Saturday Night Live produced many sketches that would be banned today. Chevy Chase and Richard Pryor flinging racial epithets at each other, for example. Years later on the same show, Norm MacDonald’s “Weekend Update” segments consisted largely of politically incorrect gibes at Blacks, women, and the lovable Clintons. Even the seemingly innocuous ‘90s sitcom Seinfeld was chronicling a world that is no longer there. No longer allowed to exist. Cheech and Chong movies were incredibly popular into the 1980s. Their drug-inspired humor just doesn’t go well in America 2.0, despite many people being addicted to far stronger drugs than the pot that made the duo famous. Comedy has been declawed, like an inconvenient kitten. George Carlin earned notoriety with his seven dirty words. In America 2.0, there are thousands of “dirty” words and sacred cows which are verboten.
I’ll take my SCTV, please. They’ll never be another cast like that; the Beatles of comedy. Just look at whoever is on the present day SNL by comparison. I think the world’s most untalented Black man, Keenan Thompson, is still on there, doing “impressions” of various Black celebrities by shouting and sounding ghetto. I literally haven’t heard of 80 percent of today’s celebrities. Maybe 90 percent. I know, I sound like I’m ready to start screaming at the kids on my lawn. I can’t believe that people stopped being able to sing, and write enduring music. Or that there are just no funny people being born now. Certainly, the talent pool becomes very limited when such disproportionate concentration is paid to the Black population. See today’s world of sports to understand what I’m saying. This isn’t a delusional “back in my day” rant. As noted, individual tastes differ. But there are unbiased ways to assess individual skills.
I don’t know, maybe some prefer “stars” like John Legend and Beyonce. It’s possible that someone, somewhere, thinks Jimmy Fallon is superior to David Letterman. Stephen A. Smith is being trotted out as a serious presidential candidate for just this reason. We are so dumbed down as a society that anything is possible. Except really talented entertainers succeeding in America 2.0. I’m so grateful for DVDs. And old records and CDs. I look forward to seeing the octogenarians I admired in my youth hitting the stage again, to rekindle all those old memories. Our lives have a soundtrack. I loved those who produced the soundtrack of my youth. And the laughs from films like Caddyshack and Ghostbusters, which couldn’t be produced today. I probably sound like the oldsters who waxed nostalgic about Frank Sinatra and Glenn Miller. But as I look at the mess around me, I know that our culture was better.
March 24, 2025
It's a Big Club, and We're Not Invited
Well, the bloom is off the Trumpenstein rose. It was a giddy start to his second term, where it seemed like perhaps he was finally going to fulfill some of his many promises. With people like RFK, Jr., and Tulsi Gabbard, and Kash Patel in his cabinet, and the initial DOGE disclosures, it was hard not to feel at least some bit of optimism.
But the warm and fuzzy rush of hope has subsided. We still hear snatches here and there about some new DOGE disclosure, some outrageous waste of taxpayer money. And the other side, the hopelessly deranged “Woke” Left, predictably claims that all of the DOGE reports are fake, and have been “debunked.” By somebody. Anybody. There can’t possibly be waste, fraud and abuse in our sacred government agencies! Who could even imagine such a thing? But the disclosures seem to be on pause. When are they auditing the Pentagon? The CIA? The FBI? The IRS? The HHS? The Federal Reserve? And with the all the outrageous USAID revelations, what prosecutions are planned? Who will be held responsible? Will there, as always, be no one in power who is held accountable for great crimes against the people?
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The epitome of what I call the Trumpenstein Project came during, and after, Trump’s recent speech before Congress, which for unknown reasons wasn’t called the State of the Union address. As usual, Trump said many good things, and many dumb things. He came out strongly for freedom of speech and against censorship, which is something few presidents have done. But then a few days later, he took to his Truth Social platform, and threatened to prosecute and deport college students who engage in “illegal” protests, whatever that is. Well, actually we know exactly what he meant. He meant no protesting against Israel’s genocide of the Palestinians. That is the Holocaust The Dare Not Speak its Name. Free speech except when it comes to Zionism, kind of an extension of the worldwide holocaust “denial” laws. Perhaps naysayers will be sent to FEMA camps, in lieu of Siberia.
We’ve just seen the release of some 80,000 (or 63,000- pick your source) files related to the JFK assassination, with the promise of more to come. I’ve searched through some of it, and there are a few very interesting things. Like the fifteen page memo from JFK’s close aide Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., warning of the CIA becoming a power unto itself, and also documenting Kennedy’s gave concerns about the Agency. Then there was the item that discloses James Jesus (yes, that was really his middle name) Angleton recruited twenty year old Marine Lee Harvey Oswald into the CIA. Angleton monitored the future patsy for years, and had a huge file on him sitting on his desk the week before the assassination. There are countless references to Israel in these files, including the strong Israeli connections Angleton had. And we learn that the CIA was asking that all references to Israel be redacted. So there’s that.
Another real curiosity is a file verifying the urban legend that JFK, Jr. sent a threatening note to then Senator Joe Biden in 1994, calling him a “traitor.” There is no further context. Why would young Kennedy use such an explosive term? Whatever it means, it should draw our interest. The files tell the story of CIA official Gary Underhill, whom the wild and crazy “conspiracy theorists” had claimed was blabbering about the Agency killing JFK, and then was, of course, murdered himself. What else would we expect to happen? Well, now there’s an official memo discussing this. So please apologize to Penn Jones and all the other “wackos” like me. As Candace Owens said upon the release of the files, we were right. There are files that show how Castro, Khrushchev, and pretty much the rest of the world were laughing at the absurd Warren Commission fairy tale. Only our state controlled media believed it.
Tulsi Gabbard has done at least one good thing in her new role; she apparently was responsible for limiting, really pretty much eliminating, all the redactions which researchers have come to know and love, when sifting through these mostly meaningless documents. Trump, being Trumpenstein, was asked “so who killed JFK,” and gave a long, rambling response worthy of every American politician revered by the court historians. But he never answered the question. I know Tulsi believes there was a conspiracy, because I asked her myself at a campaign event five years or so ago. But Trump deserves some credit for finally releasing at least many of the documents (yes, an unknown number remain classified), and for doing so without redactions. There is now no question that Oswald worked in some capacity for the CIA, and you can add James Jesus Angleton to the list of known conspirators. JFK’s insane grandson Jack Schlossberg, by the way, is upset that the files were even released.
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While obsessed souls like me were scouring these files like well heeled scholars and professors should be, Trumpenstein threw us one of his famous curve balls. More like a grenade. The Giant Orange Man suddenly decided to bomb Yemen. Poor little Yemen, target of so much presidential ire, going back to when the beloved Barack Obama slaughtered an entire wedding party, to defend our freedom. Ron Paul- who has been advising Elon Musk and his DOGE project- was among Trump’s severe critics, charging that he’d been responsible for the deaths of dozens of civilians, including women and children. The target of this nonsensical attack were the dreaded Houthis, a heretofore unheard of extremely dangerous terrorist group, which had supposedly been acting like pirates, stopping our ships, etc. Perhaps they had a Keira Knightley on board, to keep all the male savages in line, like they do in Hollywood.
This brought back reminders of when Trump 1.0 abruptly assassinated the heretofore unheard of World’s Most Dangerous Terrorist, Qasem Soleimani, in early 2020. Right before the World’s Greatest Psyop emerged upon the scene. I remember how we all breathed a huge sigh of relief at the time, just before we started donning masks, social distancing, and mindlessly obeying a series of ridiculous “mandates.” Finally, we were free from the World’s Most Dangerous Terrorist. And now, Trump 2.0 has done it again. Saved us from the World’s Most Invisible Terrorists. The dreaded Houthis, just like Soleimani, hale from the shores of Iran. “State sponsor of terrorism,” whatever that means. Are we ever going to finally attack Iran, by the way? I mean, come on, how many times can you suggest it, declare how necessary it is, threaten it? We can’t keep letting them get away with “sponsoring terrorism,” can we? I want to feel safe!
So it looks like we’ve taken a bit of a break from the DOGE disclosures. I haven’t heard another word about that unbelievable windfall Elon Musk suggested- $5,000 for every taxpayer. That’s what I’m talking about! Haven’t they finished auditing USAID yet? Didn’t some judge order the USAID workers to be rehired, if they’d even been fired? That’s even more unconstitutional than DOGE firing them in the first place. If they were fired. It’s hard to tell what is really happening, or has happened, anywhere in America 2.0. Lots of tweets, ultimately signifying nothing. When does that rumored audit of the Pentagon begin? Didn’t Trump agree with that? If so, why did Trump just approve yet another increase to the defense budget? I mean, if they audit that place, they’re going to find a lot more than $500 toilet seats. I guess they needed the extra billions to bomb Yemen, and destroy the World’s Most Invisible Terrorists.
Meanwhile, the Left doesn’t seem too concerned with the latest bombing in Yemen. After all, when their hero Barack Obama killed that wedding party, not a peep of protest was heard from the Hollywood hills. Maybe some nonwhite members of Congress mentioned it. I’m not sure. I had just started blogging sporadically over on Word Press, and was finishing up Hidden History. I can’t recall if I even mentioned that in the book. Obama did a lot of really bad things. Speaking of the Obamas, Michelle just launched a new podcast, with her brother. They had a disappointingly low number of listeners. Maybe they had more than my own humble podcast, “I Protest” (I obviously am smitten with that name), but you can bet it was nowhere near as interesting. Michelle’s brother looked very, very feminine. I mean super feminine. Almost transgender feminine. And with his sister looking so masculine, well….
But back to Trumpenstein. I guess I’m going to have to file my taxes yet again. The IRS hasn’t been audited, let alone abolished, as Trump has threatened to do. And he hasn’t stopped subjecting Social Security income- which were withheld taxes to begin with- to taxation, so I suppose I’ll be paying a lot again this year. All those blue collar workers depending on overtime probably wonder about his promise regarding the abolition of taxes on that. And servers; waiting for Trump to stop the tax on tips. Trump has even thrown out the option of stopping all income taxes. And then, I think last week, he suggested that those who make less than $150,000 should pay no taxes at all. Cool. That would benefit close to 99 percent of the U.S. population. I’m sure his fellow Republicans loved that one. But where was Bernie Sanders, and the rest of the Democrats, to congratulate him on such a great idea?
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Trumpenstein has taken his propensity for grandiose, contradictory promises to a whole new level in his second administration. What happened to the mass deportations? They aren’t even being discussed now. They aren’t being protested. Probably because the numbers suggest that he has actually been deporting fewer illegals than Joe Biden. How exactly can you deport fewer illegal immigrants than Joe Biden? That can’t be easy. It would take a lot of effort. I mean, really just having ICE actually do its job would ensure more deportations, wouldn’t it? Now, we’re told that the number entering the country illegally is way down. Okay, cool. But what about the 20 million, 30 million, or 50 million who are already here illegally? I know- he’s going after the dangerous, violent criminals first. Like those 300 or whatever members of some heretofore unheard of gang that were recently deported to El Salvador.
Now, what makes this deportation of a relative handful of illegals even less inspiring is the fact that the United States, under hardline anti-immigrant “racist” Donald Trump, is paying El Salvador some $6 million to jail them. What? I’m certainly no Ivy Leaguer, but that doesn’t seem like a good deal to me. And I thought Trump was the best dealmaker in the world. Somehow, this brought back memories of Mexico paying for that wall that never came to be. El Salvador apparently has quite a shiny new “mega prison,” where it will house “terrorists,” and presumably even more illegal immigrants from America. I wonder if the cost will go up for each new paltry roundup. Somehow, this doesn’t seem in line with DOGE’s attempts to cut waste, fraud, and abuse in government. I think it’s pretty wasteful to pay another country to take back migrants who came here illegally.
Meanwhile, Jimmy Dore, who has been more than fair to Trump (he’s basically in my category as a Trump Agnostic), ran a story about how Elon Musk and Trump really are targeting our Social Security. Musk is planning to cut 12 percent of the staff at Social Security, as well as close down some locations. They want to transition away from all phone contact, so that will mean oldsters who have no capacity to figure out a typically user unfriendly interface online, will have no option but to go in person to one of a dwindling number of Social Security offices, for any questions, or perhaps to “verify” that they are who they are. You know, what with all those 300 year old Social Security recipients and everything. This all seems really devious. One can almost picture Elon in his Baphomet costume, laughing maniacally. I’m waiting to hear what they’ve done to stop all the dead people from getting Social Security payments.
It can’t be that hard. I mean, they’re dead. In some cases, dead for like 200 years. So just figure out who’s at the address where the checks have been mailed, or who is on the bank account where they’ve been sent by direct deposit. Musk should hire me. But he is pretty distracted now, what with all the mad “Woke” vandals fire bombing Tesla vehicles. It must hurt to see how delighted the state controlled media, and indeed, the entire Left, is over this. They’re joking about widespread destruction of property. But then again, they overtly supported the tearing down of statues, the arson, looting, and murder of the Black Lives Matter protests. Maybe the Tesla fire bombings are “mostly peaceful.” Today’s Left won’t condemn any violence done by those who support their lunacy. Whatever happened to nonviolent disobedience? Because all Teslas have security cameras, the vandals were caught on film. A college professor keyed a Tesla.
So unless Trumpenstein throws us another unexpected juicy pitch across the center of the plate, it looks like he’s back to his usual bag of tricks. But this time, he has really been Captain Chaos. Wild, sometimes revolutionary, proposals almost every day. Hall of Fame level flip flopping. With his flurry of early executive orders, it’s hard to determine if any of them, except for the January 6 pardons, actually had any impact. He signed one establishing English as the official language, for instance. How will that be implemented? I still run into employees who “no hablo ingles.” A judge has already overturned his banning of anchor babies. What has really happened with DOGE is anyone’s guess. I’ve heard of judges ordering government workers to be rehired. When will Trump’s precious Supreme Court weigh in? I wouldn’t want to pin my hopes on Amy Coney Barrett. Is Daylight Savings Time still here?
World War III still hasn’t started. Somebody tell Alex Jones. Speaking of that, Infowars reporter Jamie Smith was shot and killed in Austin, Texas recently. I haven’t heard any updates about this, but it certainly should be presumed that his murder had some connection with his line of work. By an odd coincidence, the only photo I’ve seen circulated of Smith, posing with Alex Jones, features a bookcase behind them, where you can see two of my own works, Hidden History and Crimes and Cover-Ups in American Politics: 1776-1963, far right on the third shelf. Is it morbid, or inappropriate, to mention that? I would never have noticed, but my good friend and fantastic researcher Peter Secosh caught it and pointed it out to me. The Infowars book store sold hundreds of copies of Hidden History, but never bought any of my other books.
Still waiting for something great from RFK, Jr. Like Uncle Joe on Petticoat Junction, he’s moving kind of slow. Supposedly, he got the FDA to agree to removing harmful preservatives from foods, but all the details of that are missing. When will this happen? All unnatural preservatives? But RFK, Jr. did find time to inexplicably declare that “anti-Semitism” was a “mental illness” which has adversely affected the health of Americans. What? That’s not what we expected you to do, Bobby. And he also hopped onto the measles’ vaccine bandwagon, after what was apparently a death that really wasn’t from measles. When will HHS be audited? Has RFK, Jr. “cleaned house?” He really seems to have dropped from the public eye. He has a position I never thought they’d let him have. So let’s see some action! I had such high hopes. Please don’t make me think you’re just another compromised tool of the state.
As I was writing this, Trump came out and publicly said he believes Oswald killed JFK. He said he has “always” believed this. Well, join the crowd, Trumpenstein. There have been precious few U.S. public officials who said otherwise. That really kind of takes the steam out of any inquiry by the lovely Rep. Anna Paulina Luna. And, in another unanticipated plot twist to this production, The Giant Orange Man declared that perhaps America should rejoin the British Commonwealth. Huh? Does he not know who it was we broke away from to become an independent nation? I don’t expect many in the MAGA crowd to respond unfavorably to this. Trump has become the King of all Trolls. He just seems to throw out preposterous and shocking suggestions, often in direct opposition to his last one. Annex Greenland. And Canada. The new American Empire. But rejoin the British Empire. The Trumpenstein Project.
And so it goes. We sit on the edge of our seats, awaiting the next scene in this action packed Trumpenstein Project Part II. Will Pam Bondi ever mention the Epstein Files again? Will the lovely lady Luna conduct a halfway honest investigation into JFK, 9/11, Epstein, etc.? Will Kash Patel ever really arrest anyone? Will Trump, at long last, finally prosecute somebody who wasn’t a Trump supporter? Are we being set up for an AI/microchipped technocracy? When will the first person be held accountable for all the amazing disclosures of fraud from USAID, trumpeted by Musk on X? If no one is held accountable, what difference do the revelations make? Especially since these odious judges just keep ruling against Trump/Musk/DOGE. As I’ve said, that’s the secret to the Trumpenstein Project. Trump always loses. MAGA always ultimately loses. But Trump, and his supporters, continue to insist that they are really winning.
But the warm and fuzzy rush of hope has subsided. We still hear snatches here and there about some new DOGE disclosure, some outrageous waste of taxpayer money. And the other side, the hopelessly deranged “Woke” Left, predictably claims that all of the DOGE reports are fake, and have been “debunked.” By somebody. Anybody. There can’t possibly be waste, fraud and abuse in our sacred government agencies! Who could even imagine such a thing? But the disclosures seem to be on pause. When are they auditing the Pentagon? The CIA? The FBI? The IRS? The HHS? The Federal Reserve? And with the all the outrageous USAID revelations, what prosecutions are planned? Who will be held responsible? Will there, as always, be no one in power who is held accountable for great crimes against the people?
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The epitome of what I call the Trumpenstein Project came during, and after, Trump’s recent speech before Congress, which for unknown reasons wasn’t called the State of the Union address. As usual, Trump said many good things, and many dumb things. He came out strongly for freedom of speech and against censorship, which is something few presidents have done. But then a few days later, he took to his Truth Social platform, and threatened to prosecute and deport college students who engage in “illegal” protests, whatever that is. Well, actually we know exactly what he meant. He meant no protesting against Israel’s genocide of the Palestinians. That is the Holocaust The Dare Not Speak its Name. Free speech except when it comes to Zionism, kind of an extension of the worldwide holocaust “denial” laws. Perhaps naysayers will be sent to FEMA camps, in lieu of Siberia.
We’ve just seen the release of some 80,000 (or 63,000- pick your source) files related to the JFK assassination, with the promise of more to come. I’ve searched through some of it, and there are a few very interesting things. Like the fifteen page memo from JFK’s close aide Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., warning of the CIA becoming a power unto itself, and also documenting Kennedy’s gave concerns about the Agency. Then there was the item that discloses James Jesus (yes, that was really his middle name) Angleton recruited twenty year old Marine Lee Harvey Oswald into the CIA. Angleton monitored the future patsy for years, and had a huge file on him sitting on his desk the week before the assassination. There are countless references to Israel in these files, including the strong Israeli connections Angleton had. And we learn that the CIA was asking that all references to Israel be redacted. So there’s that.
Another real curiosity is a file verifying the urban legend that JFK, Jr. sent a threatening note to then Senator Joe Biden in 1994, calling him a “traitor.” There is no further context. Why would young Kennedy use such an explosive term? Whatever it means, it should draw our interest. The files tell the story of CIA official Gary Underhill, whom the wild and crazy “conspiracy theorists” had claimed was blabbering about the Agency killing JFK, and then was, of course, murdered himself. What else would we expect to happen? Well, now there’s an official memo discussing this. So please apologize to Penn Jones and all the other “wackos” like me. As Candace Owens said upon the release of the files, we were right. There are files that show how Castro, Khrushchev, and pretty much the rest of the world were laughing at the absurd Warren Commission fairy tale. Only our state controlled media believed it.
Tulsi Gabbard has done at least one good thing in her new role; she apparently was responsible for limiting, really pretty much eliminating, all the redactions which researchers have come to know and love, when sifting through these mostly meaningless documents. Trump, being Trumpenstein, was asked “so who killed JFK,” and gave a long, rambling response worthy of every American politician revered by the court historians. But he never answered the question. I know Tulsi believes there was a conspiracy, because I asked her myself at a campaign event five years or so ago. But Trump deserves some credit for finally releasing at least many of the documents (yes, an unknown number remain classified), and for doing so without redactions. There is now no question that Oswald worked in some capacity for the CIA, and you can add James Jesus Angleton to the list of known conspirators. JFK’s insane grandson Jack Schlossberg, by the way, is upset that the files were even released.
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While obsessed souls like me were scouring these files like well heeled scholars and professors should be, Trumpenstein threw us one of his famous curve balls. More like a grenade. The Giant Orange Man suddenly decided to bomb Yemen. Poor little Yemen, target of so much presidential ire, going back to when the beloved Barack Obama slaughtered an entire wedding party, to defend our freedom. Ron Paul- who has been advising Elon Musk and his DOGE project- was among Trump’s severe critics, charging that he’d been responsible for the deaths of dozens of civilians, including women and children. The target of this nonsensical attack were the dreaded Houthis, a heretofore unheard of extremely dangerous terrorist group, which had supposedly been acting like pirates, stopping our ships, etc. Perhaps they had a Keira Knightley on board, to keep all the male savages in line, like they do in Hollywood.
This brought back reminders of when Trump 1.0 abruptly assassinated the heretofore unheard of World’s Most Dangerous Terrorist, Qasem Soleimani, in early 2020. Right before the World’s Greatest Psyop emerged upon the scene. I remember how we all breathed a huge sigh of relief at the time, just before we started donning masks, social distancing, and mindlessly obeying a series of ridiculous “mandates.” Finally, we were free from the World’s Most Dangerous Terrorist. And now, Trump 2.0 has done it again. Saved us from the World’s Most Invisible Terrorists. The dreaded Houthis, just like Soleimani, hale from the shores of Iran. “State sponsor of terrorism,” whatever that means. Are we ever going to finally attack Iran, by the way? I mean, come on, how many times can you suggest it, declare how necessary it is, threaten it? We can’t keep letting them get away with “sponsoring terrorism,” can we? I want to feel safe!
So it looks like we’ve taken a bit of a break from the DOGE disclosures. I haven’t heard another word about that unbelievable windfall Elon Musk suggested- $5,000 for every taxpayer. That’s what I’m talking about! Haven’t they finished auditing USAID yet? Didn’t some judge order the USAID workers to be rehired, if they’d even been fired? That’s even more unconstitutional than DOGE firing them in the first place. If they were fired. It’s hard to tell what is really happening, or has happened, anywhere in America 2.0. Lots of tweets, ultimately signifying nothing. When does that rumored audit of the Pentagon begin? Didn’t Trump agree with that? If so, why did Trump just approve yet another increase to the defense budget? I mean, if they audit that place, they’re going to find a lot more than $500 toilet seats. I guess they needed the extra billions to bomb Yemen, and destroy the World’s Most Invisible Terrorists.
Meanwhile, the Left doesn’t seem too concerned with the latest bombing in Yemen. After all, when their hero Barack Obama killed that wedding party, not a peep of protest was heard from the Hollywood hills. Maybe some nonwhite members of Congress mentioned it. I’m not sure. I had just started blogging sporadically over on Word Press, and was finishing up Hidden History. I can’t recall if I even mentioned that in the book. Obama did a lot of really bad things. Speaking of the Obamas, Michelle just launched a new podcast, with her brother. They had a disappointingly low number of listeners. Maybe they had more than my own humble podcast, “I Protest” (I obviously am smitten with that name), but you can bet it was nowhere near as interesting. Michelle’s brother looked very, very feminine. I mean super feminine. Almost transgender feminine. And with his sister looking so masculine, well….
But back to Trumpenstein. I guess I’m going to have to file my taxes yet again. The IRS hasn’t been audited, let alone abolished, as Trump has threatened to do. And he hasn’t stopped subjecting Social Security income- which were withheld taxes to begin with- to taxation, so I suppose I’ll be paying a lot again this year. All those blue collar workers depending on overtime probably wonder about his promise regarding the abolition of taxes on that. And servers; waiting for Trump to stop the tax on tips. Trump has even thrown out the option of stopping all income taxes. And then, I think last week, he suggested that those who make less than $150,000 should pay no taxes at all. Cool. That would benefit close to 99 percent of the U.S. population. I’m sure his fellow Republicans loved that one. But where was Bernie Sanders, and the rest of the Democrats, to congratulate him on such a great idea?
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Trumpenstein has taken his propensity for grandiose, contradictory promises to a whole new level in his second administration. What happened to the mass deportations? They aren’t even being discussed now. They aren’t being protested. Probably because the numbers suggest that he has actually been deporting fewer illegals than Joe Biden. How exactly can you deport fewer illegal immigrants than Joe Biden? That can’t be easy. It would take a lot of effort. I mean, really just having ICE actually do its job would ensure more deportations, wouldn’t it? Now, we’re told that the number entering the country illegally is way down. Okay, cool. But what about the 20 million, 30 million, or 50 million who are already here illegally? I know- he’s going after the dangerous, violent criminals first. Like those 300 or whatever members of some heretofore unheard of gang that were recently deported to El Salvador.
Now, what makes this deportation of a relative handful of illegals even less inspiring is the fact that the United States, under hardline anti-immigrant “racist” Donald Trump, is paying El Salvador some $6 million to jail them. What? I’m certainly no Ivy Leaguer, but that doesn’t seem like a good deal to me. And I thought Trump was the best dealmaker in the world. Somehow, this brought back memories of Mexico paying for that wall that never came to be. El Salvador apparently has quite a shiny new “mega prison,” where it will house “terrorists,” and presumably even more illegal immigrants from America. I wonder if the cost will go up for each new paltry roundup. Somehow, this doesn’t seem in line with DOGE’s attempts to cut waste, fraud, and abuse in government. I think it’s pretty wasteful to pay another country to take back migrants who came here illegally.
Meanwhile, Jimmy Dore, who has been more than fair to Trump (he’s basically in my category as a Trump Agnostic), ran a story about how Elon Musk and Trump really are targeting our Social Security. Musk is planning to cut 12 percent of the staff at Social Security, as well as close down some locations. They want to transition away from all phone contact, so that will mean oldsters who have no capacity to figure out a typically user unfriendly interface online, will have no option but to go in person to one of a dwindling number of Social Security offices, for any questions, or perhaps to “verify” that they are who they are. You know, what with all those 300 year old Social Security recipients and everything. This all seems really devious. One can almost picture Elon in his Baphomet costume, laughing maniacally. I’m waiting to hear what they’ve done to stop all the dead people from getting Social Security payments.
It can’t be that hard. I mean, they’re dead. In some cases, dead for like 200 years. So just figure out who’s at the address where the checks have been mailed, or who is on the bank account where they’ve been sent by direct deposit. Musk should hire me. But he is pretty distracted now, what with all the mad “Woke” vandals fire bombing Tesla vehicles. It must hurt to see how delighted the state controlled media, and indeed, the entire Left, is over this. They’re joking about widespread destruction of property. But then again, they overtly supported the tearing down of statues, the arson, looting, and murder of the Black Lives Matter protests. Maybe the Tesla fire bombings are “mostly peaceful.” Today’s Left won’t condemn any violence done by those who support their lunacy. Whatever happened to nonviolent disobedience? Because all Teslas have security cameras, the vandals were caught on film. A college professor keyed a Tesla.
So unless Trumpenstein throws us another unexpected juicy pitch across the center of the plate, it looks like he’s back to his usual bag of tricks. But this time, he has really been Captain Chaos. Wild, sometimes revolutionary, proposals almost every day. Hall of Fame level flip flopping. With his flurry of early executive orders, it’s hard to determine if any of them, except for the January 6 pardons, actually had any impact. He signed one establishing English as the official language, for instance. How will that be implemented? I still run into employees who “no hablo ingles.” A judge has already overturned his banning of anchor babies. What has really happened with DOGE is anyone’s guess. I’ve heard of judges ordering government workers to be rehired. When will Trump’s precious Supreme Court weigh in? I wouldn’t want to pin my hopes on Amy Coney Barrett. Is Daylight Savings Time still here?
World War III still hasn’t started. Somebody tell Alex Jones. Speaking of that, Infowars reporter Jamie Smith was shot and killed in Austin, Texas recently. I haven’t heard any updates about this, but it certainly should be presumed that his murder had some connection with his line of work. By an odd coincidence, the only photo I’ve seen circulated of Smith, posing with Alex Jones, features a bookcase behind them, where you can see two of my own works, Hidden History and Crimes and Cover-Ups in American Politics: 1776-1963, far right on the third shelf. Is it morbid, or inappropriate, to mention that? I would never have noticed, but my good friend and fantastic researcher Peter Secosh caught it and pointed it out to me. The Infowars book store sold hundreds of copies of Hidden History, but never bought any of my other books.
Still waiting for something great from RFK, Jr. Like Uncle Joe on Petticoat Junction, he’s moving kind of slow. Supposedly, he got the FDA to agree to removing harmful preservatives from foods, but all the details of that are missing. When will this happen? All unnatural preservatives? But RFK, Jr. did find time to inexplicably declare that “anti-Semitism” was a “mental illness” which has adversely affected the health of Americans. What? That’s not what we expected you to do, Bobby. And he also hopped onto the measles’ vaccine bandwagon, after what was apparently a death that really wasn’t from measles. When will HHS be audited? Has RFK, Jr. “cleaned house?” He really seems to have dropped from the public eye. He has a position I never thought they’d let him have. So let’s see some action! I had such high hopes. Please don’t make me think you’re just another compromised tool of the state.
As I was writing this, Trump came out and publicly said he believes Oswald killed JFK. He said he has “always” believed this. Well, join the crowd, Trumpenstein. There have been precious few U.S. public officials who said otherwise. That really kind of takes the steam out of any inquiry by the lovely Rep. Anna Paulina Luna. And, in another unanticipated plot twist to this production, The Giant Orange Man declared that perhaps America should rejoin the British Commonwealth. Huh? Does he not know who it was we broke away from to become an independent nation? I don’t expect many in the MAGA crowd to respond unfavorably to this. Trump has become the King of all Trolls. He just seems to throw out preposterous and shocking suggestions, often in direct opposition to his last one. Annex Greenland. And Canada. The new American Empire. But rejoin the British Empire. The Trumpenstein Project.
And so it goes. We sit on the edge of our seats, awaiting the next scene in this action packed Trumpenstein Project Part II. Will Pam Bondi ever mention the Epstein Files again? Will the lovely lady Luna conduct a halfway honest investigation into JFK, 9/11, Epstein, etc.? Will Kash Patel ever really arrest anyone? Will Trump, at long last, finally prosecute somebody who wasn’t a Trump supporter? Are we being set up for an AI/microchipped technocracy? When will the first person be held accountable for all the amazing disclosures of fraud from USAID, trumpeted by Musk on X? If no one is held accountable, what difference do the revelations make? Especially since these odious judges just keep ruling against Trump/Musk/DOGE. As I’ve said, that’s the secret to the Trumpenstein Project. Trump always loses. MAGA always ultimately loses. But Trump, and his supporters, continue to insist that they are really winning.
