Wednesday, August 27, 2008

ANNALS OF MIND CONTROL



This comes from Elf Hellion

"The Army has given a team of University of California researchers a $4 million grant to study the foundations of "synthetic telepathy." But unlike old-school mind-melds, this seemingly psychic communication would be computer-mediated. The University of California, Irvine explains: The brain-computer interface would use a noninvasive brain imaging technology like electroencephalography to let people communicate thoughts to each other. For example, a soldier would "think" a message to be transmitted and a computer-based speech recognition system would decode the EEG signals. The decoded thoughts, in essence translated brain waves, are transmitted using a system that points in the direction of the intended target.
All across the military, there's interest in translating thoughts into computer code, and vice versa. Darpa-funded researchers have taught monkeys how to control robotic limbs with their thoughts. Defense contractor Northrop Grumman is building binoculars that tap the unconscious mind. Honeywell has built a system that monitors pre-conscious nueral firings, to help pick out targets in satellite imagery. The JASONs, the Pentagon's premiere scientific advisory board, has warned of the dangers of enemies implanted with brain-computer interfaces. And the Defense Intelligence Agency just released a report, saying the military needs to spend more on neuroscience - up to and including "mak[ing] the enemy obey our commands."

CRYPTIQUE – “The consciousness of the people diverges from the power structure's hypnosis and con job.”



“I don’t know why I’m still playing this damned piano. What’s God done for me lately?”

THIS BLOG IS STILL PROTECTED BY...


Tuesday, August 26, 2008

REMEMBRANCES OF CONVENTIONS PAST



As the Democractic Convention rocks on in Denver (with the magnificent Ted Kennedy) we recall conventions of yesteryear. Tom Sutpen has posted a magnificent sequence of shots from Chicago in 1968.

TALES OF THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (Part 4)



Today, in our shameless denigrating of John McCain, and hammering home the point that he might actually be a worse president than the loathsome GWB, we turn to Maureen Dowd and Faux Smoke.

“My mom did not approve of men who cheated on their wives. She called them “long-tailed rats.”
During the 2000 race, she listened to news reports about John McCain confessing to dalliances that caused his first marriage to fall apart after he came back from his stint as a P.O.W. in Vietnam.
I figured, given her stringent moral standards, that her great affection for McCain would be dimmed.
“So,” I asked her, “what do you think of that?”
“A man who lives in a box for five years can do whatever he wants,” she replied matter-of-factly.
I was startled, but it brought home to me what a powerful get-out-of-jail-free card McCain had earned by not getting out of jail free."
Click here for more

Plus stories on his flip-flops and other policy reversals (from Faux Smoke)

And Pat Buchanan cries treason. (Sent by Iggy.)

“We never lost a battle in Vietnam. It was American public opinion that made us lose.” – John McCain

The secret word is maybe Senile

Monday, August 25, 2008

DO WE WANT A DOC40 FORUM?


Hola SeƱor Farren,
I'm really getting a kick out of the whole back-and-forth happening on the ol' Doc 40 blog, but you really need to get yourself a forum set up, Mick. I have space and the script (whatever thae fuck that means) for one that came with my website, but I have no idea how to set it up. If you know a good web guy, I'd be happy to donate the space.
Jett

The above letter comes from our pal Jett. I very much like the idea of expanding Doc40 in any way that we can. I subscribe the shark metaphor of swim forward or die, but I also have to be realistic that, in terms of time, cash, and ingenuity, I can’t put too much more into the project no matter how much I value it as a means of communication and a work of art. Already I find myself failing to find the time to update Doctube, and the quest for a decoder ring is not going well. (More about this, maybe tomorrow.) On the other hand, I don’t want to include Google ads, and I even feel uncomfortable putting out a PayPal tip jar or anything like that. This I presenting this idea to our regular readers. Would you like a forum? Is their a “good web guy” out there who could set this up in five minutes.

And, having said all that, I return to watching the Dems convent.

The secret word is Growth


CRYPTIQUE -- Deuterium + Tritium > Alpha + n ...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN (Part 17)



In which Marilyn, accompanied by the French homosexual, peers into the subway tunnel seeking the King of The Lizardmen from the Hollow Earth.

The secret acronym is C.H.U.D.S

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY



I mean, what could be added?

Saturday, August 23, 2008

LIZ TAYLOR AND ROPE TRICKS FOR THE WEEKEND


Moments come when I wonder why I am driven to classic images of beauty like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor. Is there some golden age effect here that endows these retro stars with a certain unique class, or is it just that these are the images of my formative years – fetishized and totemized – and I have simply become so old that I’m more comfortable with yesteryear? But, then again, who could equate Liz Taylor with Lindsay Lohan?

AN INSPIRATION FOR SATURDAY


The artwork is by Shepard Fairey and sent by Valerie.

SO THIS IS THE TICKET?



My computer has just told me that Sen. Joe Biden of Delaware is Barack Obama's pick as vice presidential running mate. On the conventional surface it seems a smart move, but I gotta think this one through. I guess it's better than Lyndon Johnson.

The secret word is not Utopia


Friday, August 22, 2008

EGO, NOSTALGIA, AND THE YOUNG REVOLUTIONARY



They tell me that I could be a quite persuasive public speaker back in the 20th century. I don’t know how true this is. I recall I did spend probably too much of my time fretting the ethical problems of self promotion and the paradox of the rock star as revolutionary and the revolutionary as rock star. A few antique video clips do seem to confirm that I used to be able to turn a phrase, and thus the discovery of this old photo created both regret and nostalgia that, where once I ranted, I now merely blog. I’d was also pleased to see the young image of our contemporary Doc40 pal, London Steve, looking into the camera. Steve was White Panther Minister of Pranks and Explosions, and also a master at the noble art of poker, which I figure he still is today. Ah but it takes me back.

CRYPTIQUEIf you lose hope, you can always find it again.

THE EVIL THAT IS McCAIN -- PART 3 (Tales of the Manchurian Candidate)

“John McCain is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life.”

The dirt on McCain continues to blow in. This is an excellent piece by Frank Rich on the man from The New York Times. This is a Robert Greenwald video of McCain in action (from Faux Smoke) and this is another.

The secret name is Abraham Simpson


Thursday, August 21, 2008

THE EVIL THAT IS McCAIN -- PART 2



I have to apologize to all of my non-US readers. I thought I wouldn’t have to confront the horror of the upcoming Presidential election until September, but John McCain is making that difficult. And this election really does impact the world. Today, at some televised “town hall” meeting, he was asked where he was going to find the troops for all the wars he wants to fight. Would he have to reinstitute the draft? McCain gave a totally non-committal answer that seemed to indicate he didn’t rule it out as an option.

Meanwhile our pal Iggy has sent us three evil McCain stories. The first is how he’s accused of plagiarizing Wikipedia for his speeches. The second is a link to Greg Palast on McCain and nuke power, and the third is a more general resume of McCain double dealing.

Keep the dirt a’coming and, in the meantime, click here for a free Obama button.

MARMITE!



The name of Marmite has been invoked.
You are warned.

The secret word is Yeast


(Thank you leftcoastcat)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

DOC40 LOVES RACHEL



"Although in this picture I look more like Buddy Holly."

Rachel Maddow – liberal commentator and Air America host, adored by Doc40 -- now has her own show on MSNBC in the 9.00PM Eastern/6.00PM Pacific slot following Keith Olbermann and Countdown, starting on Monday Sept. 8, and, with it, she breaks into what had been criticized as the MSNBC “boys club” led by Olbermann and Chris Matthews. Maddow, who has that media lesbian, Elvis look, lives with her girlfriend Susan Mikula in Manhattan and Northampton, Mass, may also be the first openly gay woman to host a prime-time TV news show. (And I wish I lived in Manhattan and Northampton, Mass.)



The secret word is Starquake

THE EVIL THAT IS McCAIN



“What if there was a vote to decide if $13.5 billion in tax breaks for oil companies should go into oil alternatives, like solar and wind? What would you want your Senator to do?
Well, as you probably guessed, there was such a vote. We needed 60 votes to prevail, and 59 of them were in. But John McCain ducked the vote. As a result, instead of powering millions of homes with clean energy and building next-generation solar technology, we're giving ExxonMobil and other companies billions in tax breaks at a time when they're already making record profits.”

This comes from MoveOn.org but it could well be the start of a new irregular series. Send negative McCain stories – true or false – to Byron4d@msn.com

CRYPTIQUEResistance is never futile.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

LUCK BE A LADY



This is “Lady Luck” by the artist Kirtsen Easthope. (Sent by Valerie – and more of Ms Easthope’s work can be seen by clicking.) I post it not only to cover the fact that it’s been a long day and waxing too profound tonight seems too much like hard work, but also because I fear we’re going to need all the luck we can get in the next couple of months to get through the tedium of the Olympics, the party conventions, the deepening recession, and the bloody election, all without this country becoming an oil cartel police state. I need to get a bet down. Obama don’t fail us now.

CRYTIQUE John McCain kicks dogs.

LIKE A CAT'S BREAKFAST



Last Sunday, my fantasy nostalgia Brit breakfast caused a few comments. The cat also has his fantasies. And the ones about food are quite grandiose although not as greasy.

The secret word is Tuna

Sunday, August 17, 2008

A THOUGHT FROM CHIEF SITTING BULL

(Again supplied by Munz)

"Hear me, people: We have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule." -- Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference in 1877

The secret move is Ghost Dance

POSTSCRIPT ON ELVIS


How the mighty have been abused.

AND NOW FOR BREAKFAST...







"Egg, bacon, beans, and chips please, miss."

Saturday, August 16, 2008

ELVIS PRESLEY DIED THIRTY ONE YEARS AGO TODAY


Like Edna O’Brien already told us, August is a wicked month. It killed Elvis Presley, 31 years ago. And today he is a one dollar coin, and a Barbie doll, and maybe an ancient, 20th century fertility symbol. Maybe. We have long since mourned. Now all we have to do is remember. And I still think we owe the man. I do. His was my very first revolution. The linear precursor of the one in which I still struggle today. Not I hope with the last of my strength.

The night Elvis died I was in a converted church hall in South London with Larry Wallis. We had been writing the song “Half Price Drinks” but a massive thunderstorm had broken out, complete with thunder, lightning, and the beating of torrential rain on a tin roof. A Sony TV was playing something unwatched, and then a still picture of Elvis flashed up. Oh shit! I though, he’s dead. (This is recounted at greater length in the book Give The Anarchist A Cigarette.)

CRYPTIQUEI shoulda been given the chair of Elvis Presley studies at Princeton, Charlie.

Commercial break
Forty bucks for a painted dollar?

REMEMBER HIM LIKE THIS...



The active remembrance of Elvis past has schismed into two distinct camps. The more positive remember the young Elvis and celebrate him on his January 8th birthday, and then there is the gloom of aging ladies who go to Memphis on this day in August to assemble for his death. And who I personally find exceedingly depressing. (In Memphis today it is 90F and 90% humidity.)

...NOT LIKE THIS








The secret word is Entropy

Friday, August 15, 2008

A THOUGHT FROM CHAIRMAN PATTI


Patti Smith delivered the following during a recent performance of Rock and Roll Nigger in San Francisco. (Sent by Munz)

'To be outside of society is a lot of responsibility. To be a sacred bum of art, a sacred bum of the earth, we can't stumble like some disconnected abstract telephone. We have to wire up, we have to look each other in the face, we have to let our numbers be known, we have to find our brothers and sisters, we have to strengthen our numbers, we have to rise up, and a new generation, they will rise up. Which way will they rise up? With an air of positivity? If we don't give it to them, every fucking thing will burn! We have got to give them something. We have got to give them some hope. We have got to give them some recognition, that they are alive, that they matter, that they're not just a bunch of mindless consumers. We have to give them love, we have to give them an example, we have to get clean, we have to get tough, we have to get ready, because if the revolution comes, man, we're going to be there and ready! AWAKE! AWAKE! Outside of society…”

We the people, we must be a thorn in the side of the Bush administration...'

Thursday, August 14, 2008

DOC40 WISHES DOC HOLLIDAY A HAPPY BIRTHDAY




Today is Doc Holliday’s birthday. Had he lived, John Henry Holliday would have been 157. Doc was my favorite western gunfighter. The Thomas De Quincy of shootists and pistoleers, he had consumption, a laudanum habit, a dandy’s taste in threads, and covered a bad attitude with exquisite Dixie manners. When asked if he had a conscience, he reportedly replied, “I coughed that up with my lungs years ago.”


A poem. My take on what Coleridge might have done had he written a western...
IS THERE A CHINAMAN IN TOWN?

Is there a Chinaman in town?
Doc always asked the same question
As the room fell silent
At the ponderous tread of his bootheels
Down the length of the hardwood floor
And the slight creak of his damaged lungs
Every eye covertly upon him
And there wasn’t a saloon in the territory
Where at least one barfly asshole
Didn’t recognize him for who he was
And whisper it to the others

Is there a Chinaman in town?
Doc always asked the same question
A slow survey of the interior
Never turning his back
On the sunlight leaking through the door
And the gawkers would avert their eyes
Through three fast shots of bourbon
Like his life depended on them
His hands shook slightly
As he pulled off his gloves
But then he’d fix the bartender
With a stare that could freeze gin

Is there a Chinaman in town?
They all knew what Doc meant
They all knew what Doc needed
Was there a room with a secret door
That led through the Portal of Time
To the Palace of Mirrors?
Was there a hidden place
Behind the laundry
Knock three times and say
That Woo sent me?

Is there a Chinaman in town?
Is there a place where men
Racked and inert
Could dream the dream?
Is there a place
Of sweet smoke and glowing coals?
A long pipe and a cooling fan?
Is there a place of silent safety
Where the tail of the dragon
Will finally come to rest?

Is there a Chinaman in town?
Can anyone direct me
To the solitude of divine night
To the chamber of shadows
Where legend can be laid to rest
Along with all the reproaching ghosts
Is there an enclosure
Of small death and brilliant images
Where memory stills
With the flask of laudanum
Beyond the reach of the bodies and the old perfume
And I am no longer required to listen
To the echoes of dead men’s pistol shots

Is there a Chinaman in town?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thomas de Quincy
Doc Holliday
Please tell me, gentlemen
Is there a Chinaman in town?

ALSO...



Doc Holliday is one of the primary characters in Jim Morrison’s Adventures In The After Life, one my best and favorite pieces of fiction, and a book that, although woefully out of print, should not only be read by all but made into a major motion picture.

THE DESTRUCTION IS BY THE DETAILS





Maybe worse than the fear of possible FEMA helltrains and high apocalyptic totalitarian paranoia is the ongoing reality of being nickeled and dimed to death by a constant hard radiation of petty details. The email that follows arrived this morning, I signed the petition and went about my business, but continued to fume at the audacity of these Republican bastards, and the time and resources that have to be expended by the good guys to stop this arrant crap.

Can you imagine living in a place where birth control is considered an "abortion" and health insurers won't cover it? Where even rape victims are denied emergency contraception?
It seems unbelievable, but the Bush Administration is quietly trying to redefine "abortion" to include birth control. The Houston Chronicle says this could wipe out dozens of state laws that protect women's reproductive freedom and protect rape victims.1 Access to basic health care for millions of women would be jeopardized. And it's being pushed as a "rule change"-meaning, it doesn't need congressional approval.
Can you sign an emergency message to Health and Human Services Secretary Mike Leavitt, whose department is considering this rule change right now? Tell him: "Contraception is NOT abortion. The Bush Administration's proposal to change the definition of abortion and reduce women's access to birth control must be stopped."

Click here to sign and click here for the full story

CRYPTIQUE My time ain’t long enough to be wasted, pilgrim.



This blog offers no explanations

BUT THE OMNIPRESENT CHE LOOKS ON


Down from the wall of Lost Jimmy. (Thanks, pal.)
The secret word is Everywhere

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

THE BIKER VOTE?



To borrow a phrase from Edna O’Brien, “August is a wicked month.” And perhaps, for one of my mindset, today might be the wickedest day. I thank heavens the 13th doesn’t fall on a Friday. Maybe I should just stay in bed.

I woke this morning (it was still the 12th) and some media clown (I was so disgusted I forgot the source) was going on – in the aftermath of John McCain’s visit to the Sturgis bike fest – about how Barack Obama couldn’t win the “motorcycle vote.” Okay, so worry about the white proletariat and the NASCAR vote, but outlaw bikers? Gimme a break. Who ever worried about the biker vote? If for no other reason than by far the majority of bikers that I have ever met or hung with – and there have been quite a few – had felony convictions and couldn’t vote. Personally, I’d worry more about the stoner/dopefiend vote. Despite getting high as a youth, Obama hasn’t said a word about his attitude about the War on Drugs and we all know why. He’s too chickenshit a’ feared of the reaction from Middle America to any talk of legalization. But he also knows there’s hardly a stoner for McCain who could find a polling booth.

Then I open my email and find a missive from Elf Hellion that “A body that may very well be the body of the creature commonly known as ‘Bigfoot’ has been found in the woods in northern Georgia. DNA evidence and photo evidence of the creature will be presented in a press conference on Friday, August 15th from 12 Noon to 1:00pm at the Cabana Hotel-Palo Alto at 4290 El Camino Real in Palo Alto, California, 94306. The press conference will not be open to the public. It will only be open to credentialed members of the press.” A joke that, after the press conference, the body would be roasted and served for lunch with a robust Sonoma red wine did not go down well.

And that left me sitting in front of the computer wondering about the general sense that many of us seem to be waiting for the Bush crew to pull some horrendous totalitarian coupe that will be the death of us all. I did however receive a link to a cool movie, False Flags, Lies, & Nuclear Bombs, recounting the rap-sheet of Bush horror, bookended by clips of Bill Hicks. Do yourself a favor, click to watch.

CRYPTIQUEThe government has no more right to regulate what I put in my mouth than it can dictate what comes out of it.

BUT KEEP WATCHING THE SKIES



Fortunately the Perseid meteor shower is still in full swing and visible to all but we in the starless cities. In the pic from Valerie, the meteors meet the aurora. Which, admittedly, is not common.

The secret word is Orbit

DOC'S PAPERBACK CLASSIC'S # 45


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

MY PROBLEMS WITH THE NUMBER THIRTEEN


Some you may have noticed that I become uncomfortable when the Doc40 comments number thirteen. I have no idea when or how it started. There must have been a time when the number thirteen cast no dark shadow or held no sinister if unexplainable significance, but I am unable to remember it. I must have come upon me when I was unaware. Maybe that’s the way of it with phobias. And I count myself lucky that it’s the fairly innocuous number thirteen that bothers me, and I’m not so challenged by superstition that I’m afraid to touch doorknobs because of the germs. Indeed, I have actually twisted and used the fear as an aid to greater productivity in my work. And I also console myself with rumors that Stephen King suffers from the same malady. The following is from Wikipedia. I had always though the concept of unlucky thirteen had something to do Jesus and his twelve disciples, but they're not mentioned here.

"Thirteen is regarded as an unlucky number. Fear of the number 13 is termed triskaidekaphobia. The thirteenth of a month is likewise ominous, particularly when it falls on a Friday in some English-speaking cultures, Sweden, Russia, Poland, Belgium and Germany (see Friday the 13th) or a Tuesday in the Greek and Spanish-speaking world. Thirteen may be considered a "bad" or "unlucky" number simply because when a group of 13 objects or people is divided into two, three, four or six equal groups, there is always one leftover, or "unlucky", object or person. According to another interpretation, the number 13 is unlucky because it is the number of full moons in a contemporary year, but two full moons in a single calendar month (mistakenly referred to as a blue moon in a magazine article of the 1940s) only happens about every 5 years.Early nursery rhymes stated there were thirteen months in a year because of the natural moon cycle that was used to count the lunar year. In England, a calendar of thirteen months of 28 days each, plus one extra day, known as "a year and a day" was still in use up to Tudor times.It was suggested by Charles A. Platt writing in 1925 that the reason 13 is considered unlucky is that a person can count from 1–12 with their 8 fingers, two thumbs and 2 feet, but not beyond that, so the number 13 is unknown, hence frightening, hence unlucky.[1] This idea discounts the use of toes or other body parts in counting.Another hypothesis about the origin of Friday the 13th as an unlucky day is attributed to this being the day that the Knights Templar were slaughtered in a collaboration between King Philip IV of France and Pope Clement V finishing with the burning at the stake of Jacques De Molay.The legion with which Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon was the Legio XIII Gemina or the 13th legion.13 is the 6th prime number. 6 is sometimes considered an unlucky number due to its association with 666."

The secret number is 12A

THEY DON'T STAGE SHOWS LIKE THIS ANY MORE


Monday, August 11, 2008

DAMN! SOMEONE HAD SOMETHING NICE TO SAY ABOUT HIPPES


L to r Michael English, Nigel Weymouth, and Guy Stevens (who would later produce London Calling for The Clash)

The follow item from Fortean Times was sent over by Munz.

“…UFOs were not just in the air, they’d become a religion and the word a common sacrament to everyone who’d tripped.” - Neil Oram
The word hippie conjures visions of brightly clad youth rebelling against society while advocating peace, free love and the right to alter their consciousnesses in whatever way they chose. But behind the fashions and fads, the hippie underground movement in the UK was responsible for the greatest expansion of interest and belief in fortean phenomena in history.Social historians invariably associate the hippie movement with Eastern religions such as Buddhism and Hinduism, sources of both inspiration and imagery, and the hippies’ interest in these belief systems has been well documented. But there was another alternative to the blinkered Western worldview of the 1960s already deeply embedded in the British cultural psyche, and already present in the lives of those who would form the movement known as the Underground – the flying saucer culture.In the mid-1960s, although flying saucers were being discussed among the influential group of post-beatniks and modern mystics who would form the core of the Underground, the nascent movement lacked a voice. A figurehead was needed, someone who could breathe life into the background hum of belief in flying saucers, articulating it for the burgeoning subculture.That voice came in the form of John Michell, whose influence on the Underground, and forteana in general, cannot be overestimated. (Click for the whole story)

The secret word is Groovy

BLOBSHOW!


"Seems like old times."
The coded message is
54686520446f633430206465636f646572207269
6e6773206d617920676f20696e746f2070726f64
756374696f6e20696e20746865206e6578742063
6f75706c65206f66207765656b732e

To decode…
Copy message
Click link
Clear box on webpage
Paste in message
Click decode.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

ISAAC HAYES -- RIP

MARILYN FOR SUNDAY



Here at Doc40 we have an incurable habit of posting pictures of Marilyn Monroe. Usually these post are a happy events, but this one is so loaded with grim symbolism it seems to suit the restless hungry mood. (Pic lifted from Tom Sutpen)

A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUCEMENT


Picture lifted from Bedazzled.

The secret word is Intoxicant

Saturday, August 09, 2008

MR NUKE SAYS...

“You may be seeing me sooner than you think.”

I’ve always had the uneasy feeling that, when it came to the unthinkable, ultimate showdown, nuclear powers might just behave as badly drunks in a bar carrying guns. When one whiskey-drunk idiot pulls his gun and starts shooting, the others just can’t stop themselves doing the same. Okay so Kennedy and Khrushchev skated by in the Cuba Missile crisis, but that was just two of them. These days, the barroom is a lot more crowded, and when we hear what follows, we do well too well to worry. Or run out angry and amok in the street, crying bloody murder.

(On Aug. 9, 1945, the United States exploded a nuclear device over Nagasaki, Japan, instantly killing an estimated 39,000 people. The explosion came three days after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.)

TWO WARS ON THE BOIL


While not one but maybe two wars seem in the making, the cable news channels have scarcely mentioned either, focusing instead on John Edwards career going down the tubes. And I find myself wondering if this is Bush’s big play to overturn the election and seize permanent power while the world is supposedly watching the Olympics. (But it also reads like the first ten minutes of a post-apocalyptic sci fi movie.)

"Massive US Naval Armada Heads For Iran
Operation Brimstone ended only one week ago. This was the joint US/UK/French naval war games in the Atlantic Ocean preparing for a naval blockade of Iran and the likely resulting war in the Persian Gulf area. The massive war games included a US Navy supercarrier battle group, an US Navy expeditionary carrier battle group, a Royal Navy carrier battle group, a French nuclear hunter-killer submarine plus a large number of US Navy cruisers, destroyers and frigates playing the "enemy force".
The build up of naval forces in the Gulf will be one of the largest multi-national naval armadas since the First and Second Gulf Wars. The intent is to create a US/EU naval blockade (which is an Act of War under international law) around Iran (with supporting air and land elements) to prevent the shipment of benzene and certain other refined oil products headed to Iranian ports. Iran has limited domestic oil refining capacity and imports 40% of its benzene. Cutting off benzene and other key products would cripple the Iranian economy. The neo-cons are counting on such a blockade launching a war with Iran."


And if that wasn’t bad enough we also find that…

"UPDATE 8 August 2008 ~ War has broken out between Georgia and South Ossetia. At least 10 Russian troops have been killed and 30 wounded and 2 Russian fighter jets downed. American Marines, a thousand of them, have recently been in Georgia training the Georgian military forces. Several European nations stopped Bush and others from allowing Georgia into NATO. Russia is moving a large military force with armor towards the area. This could get bad, and remember it is just a strategic diversion....but one that could have horrific effects. FURTHER UPDATE ~ Russian military forces in active combat; now total of four Russian fighter jets reported downed. ADDITIONAL UPDATE ~ Georgia calls for US help; Russian Air Force bombs Georgian air bases. DEBKA, the Israeli strategy and military site, states that Israeli military officers are advising the Georgian armed forces in combat operations and that 1,000 Israelis are in-combat on the side of Georgia at this time." (Click for the full story)

The secret words are Duck and Cover

The coded message is
57686963682077617920746f2043616e6164613f
(for decoding instructions, scroll back to Thursday)
Added Later -- With no word of the naval build-up in the Persian Gulf in The New York Times, I have to wonder if the first part of this post is fanciful disinformation. I keep an open mind , however.
Later Still -- This would be some kind of confirmation.

Friday, August 08, 2008

BLACK HELICOPTERS ARE COMING -- BUY THE KID A GUN!



"Are you a tough guy or just a pussy with a pistol?"

The atmosphere was one of danger, imminent but less than clear.