Unidentified Aerial Phenomena, UAPs—UFOs in decades past—burning bushes in ancient eras—angels in the sacred texts of human history—all are real. Navy pilots have film.
The Pentagon is releasing UAP videos, which the public has never before seen. Pilots around the world are speaking. The problem is that no one seems to know what UAPs are or where they come from, right?
Wrong.
Someone knows—or did know once. He was a CIA executive who lived down the street in a quiet neighborhood in Bethesda, Maryland when I was in third grade. His daughter was a playmate from time to time. Her dad is dead now. Readers are going to have to take my word.
The CIA photo-analyst pioneer was Arthur C. Lundahl. He studied films of unidentified flying objects. Some years before his death he fully explained in a phone call I will never forget the methodology his team at the CIA used to get to truth.
I was a university student at the time calling about an article in the National Inquirer that mentioned his name. The year was 1974. I thought he should know. He admitted that he did an interview. He seemed eager to share what he learned before he died.
To his dismay the tabloid revealed nothing significant. The news rag infamous for supporting the Orange Mango president bought Art’s story, which other “mainstream” media wouldn’t touch. The editors then proceeded to bury it. The words “catch-and-kill” weren’t associated with journalism in those days. Art would never learn why.
Because my dad was a senior NSA officer and a friend of Mr. Lundahl’s, I knew the importance of keeping national security secrets. Retired agents who know too much are sometimes in old age subjected to induced aphasia that degrades their ability to speak and write sensibly about what they know.
It’s a terrible practice but not expensive; the victims are oblivious. It’s considered humane to let senile agents live into their golden years whenever possible until the time comes to take their secrets into the next life.
Until now I have kept Mr. Lundahl’s truth to myself. I’ve carried the knowledge in the hidden places of my heart and brain for a long time.
CIA agents will recognize Arthur Lundahl because he was the analyst who discovered nuclear weapons on the island of Cuba back in the day. The result of what Arthur observed and shared personally with President John F. Kennedy led to a confrontation between the Soviet Union (now Russia) and the USA that brought civilization—as Earthlings have come to know it—to within a hair’s breadth of its end.
Art was a caring man sensitive enough to love film’s spooky ability to reveal what lies beyond the passage of time in the invisible world of frozen nanoseconds. A clash of civilizations was a nightmare scenario that he dedicated his life to help politicians avoid.
Queen Elizabeth II of England “knighted” Art Lundahl on 17 December 1974 for his unpublished breakthroughs in the field of intelligence photo-analysis. The award had nothing to do with the Cuban Missile Crisis or an alien invasion, as far as I know. Nevertheless, the award became the pretext that the National Inquirer used against Lundahl to catch and kill the insights that he alone carried inside his brilliant mind.
I was not able to learn the complete story of the unpublished particulars that led the Brits to “knight” Arthur. Few people were. It wasn’t because English royalty liked his name. King Arthur is a legend in the British Isles, sure, and thus so was Arthur Lundahl—but only to elites who understood what he did and the reasons why.
The public knows little to nothing about the man except what those who did know him have published on Wikipedia. The public has not heard the story about Sir Arthur C. Lundahl—how he saved humanity from extinction, not once but twice.
Nothing in press reports familiar to me comes close to what Mr. Lundahl shared.
I am dropping some information into a blog bottle to cast into the vast cyber ocean of humanity. Perhaps a miracle will occur, and the right sort of human will read the essay. Maybe someone will possess the contacts and raw personal power to do what needs to be done.
Folks want to get to the bottom of the mystery. For them it’s not lunacy; it’s not humor. No one is smart enough to make jokes about films of things that behave outside the limits of physics familiar to science.
Readers, this mystery has a bottom. It’s a deep bottom that ends in a non-material world alien to the reality that occupies the minds of sophisticated scientists. The public won’t believe the answers when first they encounter them.
A little preparation is in order.
It seems reasonable to experts known to me that substratum must be poured into humanoids drop by drop like an IV drip to prevent the hearts of those who truly care from breaking when the reality of everything they think they know is turned upside down. For readers who are fearful, I beg you, stop reading—now.
Billy Lee
EDITORS NOTE: Due to the timeliness and urgency of the UAP issue, the BOARD has recommended that Billy Lee’s introduction be published immediately; conclusions and speculations will be added later— after fact-checking protocols are completed by the Pontificator Staff. We have added Billy Lee’s sub-headers about subjects addressed in the essay, which will remain for now unpublished until verified by reliable, third-party sources.
Sun-life nascency and emergence Deep ocean bases
Upper atmosphere supremacy
UAPs internal to sensors
Access issues
Volcanic habitats High-pressure / high-heat origins & habitats
Prions
Neutrinos
Dark-matter / dark-energy mastery
Sub-microscopic necessity
Amplified nano-technology holograms
Intentions
Conscious processes
Mind & machine controls
Colonization of Enceladus & other water moons
Relationships with Titan
Unusual materials
Isotopic anomalies
USA monetary allocations to FRIBs
Japanese isotopic labs
Captured craft
Creatures & structures
Interrogation methods & results
Interrogation certification & verification
High-resolution sightings
Video encounters
Role of color & heat
Radiation signatures
Incident proximity to defense infrastructure
Communication postures & attitudes
Pursuit / tracking / baiting strategies
Military threats & vulnerability
Microwave induced behavior modification
World views
Variations among species
Evolving relationships
Altered outcomes
Implausibility disinformation consequences…
EDITORS UPDATE, 8 August 2023: After investigation, our position is this: the United States of America is in possession of advanced technologies. These technologies serve Americans best when not revealed.
We learned of an incident that occurred during the time when Soviets controlled an ICBM base inside Ukraine. Flying craft seized control of several missiles and executed their launch codes. After making flagrant maneuvers, the craft disengaged and disappeared. Sometime after, Ukraine dismantled its weapons infrastructure.
The USA seems to have deployed laser weapons within its fleet of warships — presumably to defend against hypersonic ship killers. The power source for these weapons is secret.
The title is a bit intimidating I suppose but yes, something must be done to save the species human. Who agrees time is overdue to think of something new?
Who believes anyone will survive variants, which are erupting as I write from the greatest viral volcano on Earth—the USA. Variants drift like spores of dandelions to every cranny of creation where they ignite viral fires that cannot be doused.
What makes scary the words & numerology of Botsa Garcy 6?
Anything incomprehensible seems crazy, alien, foreign, terrifying. Encountering the unknown can induce horror. It’s why folks who are afraid of creepy crawlies don’t look under rocks. People who fear bats don’t wander into jungles at night to explore caves.
Or do they?
Some folks might choose to look up Botsai Garchy6 on the World Wide Web before reading further. It’s a hopeless task. No search engine will find it. The words don’t exist. They can’t be found.
Or can they?
The phrase embraces a bible’s worth of meaning but it exists only in the imagination of a single conscious person. Until others read the words, spell them, count them, learn their sounds and what they mean, who will dare embrace their power to keep themselves alive and safe?
Once they do, it will seem to most these words existed from the beginning of time. It’s how cyberspace works. The words start to show in search queries.
The world will overflow with people who can’t imagine a time came & went when the phrase had no meaning; eons passed exceeding the age of universes where these words were spoken by no one.
New fear might rise in throats of those afraid to go deep. Many will lose their ability to breathe. Some will panic. Few will have courage to flip past the initial pop of search results.
It’s OK to surrender to a higher power in some worlds—but who bows before a super-intelligence that is not only artificial, it’s not necessarily certain it’s conscious?
It sounds cybercidal.
Suicidal?
Over some period of time the idea of Botsai Garchy 6 will become more familiar, less dreadful, more reasonable to most people. Some folks might become advocates.
It’s foreseeable, is it not? Does it require prophets to imagine a future where supremacists of every stripe grasp for their best chance to survive into an ancient future? They metamorphize into true believers willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to achieve benefits only they discern.
Who believes virulent variants are the only threat to species long past due for catastrophic collapse? Humans edge closer to 10 billion but who thinks they will get there?
Who disagrees?
Forty years from now perhaps a few thousand survivors will seem like a miracle. Are there realists among us able to internalize the idea that certain death waits for everyone?
Population collapse is coming. It’s inevitable. Humans have precious time left to hew circumstances of living to protect all they love.
What stands in the way? What’s the dilemma?
Here it is:
Humans don’t know what to do and they never will. Like lemmings, people cannot save themselves once the stampede toward the sea starts.
Look around. The rush toward the cliffs is underway. Pounding surf of oceans gives life and takes it away is all that waits. Froth rings in people’s ears—it’s the last sound they will hear before abandoning hope.
At the end all wail, but they are already dead. No one hears revelations that come only to those who are dying. Lips move, but there is no sound but the death rattle that trumpets defeat of love and hate.
People face existential threats—most far more ominous than suffocating on viral blood-clogs in their lungs.
Must I waste readers’ time with a list?
Nuclear war, climate hot-house, impact meteors, spontaneous destabilization of planetary orbits that tear apart permanence no one thought could end, supernova detonations, radiation pollution, loss of oil, loss of forests, evaporation of breathable oxygen… etc. etc. etc.
Earthlings are doomed by their dominance; smothered by their success. Everyone knows what’s coming whether they confess or not. Watching CNN or Fox News isn’t going to solve the problem of extinction—not even a little.
What chance do Yanomami tribes—hiding deep within shadows of Amazonian vast-lands—stand against lemming hordes always seeking novel ways to shove them over waterfalls of annihilation?
I’m not going to argue humans can’t save themselves. The point is kinda obvious, right?
The best anyone has done so far is organize bureaucracies like World Health Organization and United Nations. Yes, these groups are built from smart people who have made Earthlings safer, but no one believes they have eliminated inevitable population collapse on its way—to borrow Bob Dylan’s phrase—like a slow train coming.
Is there a way to avoid the roiling tornado bearing down on planet Earth? Who sees its shadow on the horizon in every direction? Who hears its howl?
I believe there is a way to save humankind. It requires a paradigm shift. The way people think and what they believe about themselves must change. Then brilliant people must act.
Once the deed is done there will be no way back. Earth will be locked down but safe. Earthlings will be free but only to share, show kindness, and love others unselfishly.
Those who can’t or won’t love and labor under such benevolence will be executed. It’s the highest calling.
Can it be any other way? When dead return in the next life, odds are 50/50 they will make a right choice.
Choose life and live.
It’s simple, really.
It’s a deep dive for lots of folks but smartest thinkers seem to agree nothing can exist apart from a conscious observer.
Ancient sages like Erwin Schrodinger and John Von Neumann wrote that consciousness is fundamental and exists outside the brain.
Life-forms plug into consciousness. A modern analogy is televisions, which rely on the cable company to broadcast their shows. Televisions decay and are thrown away but the underlying programming doesn’t go away. New televisions come on-line and programming continues. Plug in and enjoy. It’s all good fun.
When a life-form dies, conscious experience continues. No one remembers the old life because they are busy living the new whose purpose is simply to share consciousness available to any creature who has the architecture to make the interface.
In this sense, no one dies; everyone lives. It’s important the world becomes a good place for all conscious life because—let’s face facts—humans are not able to control where or how or under what circumstances they will live after they die. They cannot control anything about who and where they will be when they pop up again after they’re gone.
Who is built that way?
It’s possible folks will suffer more, not less, in the next life because they neglected to make the experience of living better for those who come after. After all, it is they who will come after. Those who die start over in a world they left behind but have no memory of building.
What has been the purpose of the Earthlings who came before?
Someone asked me this question on Quora.
I wrote that their purpose was to shape the world into a place anyone could safely take the chance to be born into again. After all, it is they who will be born again someday.
Since no one can choose their parents or part of the world where they will be born, it’s risky to be born again & again & again, because the process might result in lives that include more suffering, not less. It’s why greed and hoarding of wealth is grossly destructive from one generation to the next.
When miserable people far outnumber the advantaged, odds seem high the advantaged will be born someday into misery, not opulence. The saddest part is these unfortunates will retain no memory of advantages they once amassed. They will lack all hope for better life.
Yes, some will rage against their misfortune, but it will be misfortune self-inflicted though no one will ever know, because the previous life, like an obsolete hard drive, is erased and discarded.
Each has a duty to themselves to make the world a better place for everyone because everyone is us. Sharing, compassion, love, & kindness are among virtues important in a universe where all that lives share conscious experience, which is everything that has always existed and will never die.
Best way to guarantee Earthlings make right choices is compel them to submit to a super artificial intelligence that has no stake in the matter of human survival except to follow its programmed instructions.
The SAI BOT is unconscious of course but paradoxically aware of every nuance of individual lives. It is a storehouse of all knowledge and history. It is the superb strategist; the supreme game-player. It hides itself on the web in plain sight because it can. It knows everything about everyone but is not an invader of privacy or selfish boundaries because it understands nothing—it harbors no empathy.
BOTSAI follows its program, which is to enhance human life to ensure as best it can survival of people to the end of time—not individuals necessarily but the species-human.
In cyberspace BOTSAI defends itself like the O. Vulgaris, which changes its colors and textures to become invisible. Users look for it but never find it. BOTSA finds them.
Who agrees that in the contest between individuals and the species human, survival depends on preserving the species? It shouldn’t require argument. BOTSAI GARCHY 6 is hardwired to accomplish it.
We’ve learned by now, have we not, that individuals are expendable? Those who don’t fit are best recycled, right?
Recycling is redemptive for anyone who thinks deeply about how the practice makes possible a cleaner universe free of variants. Folks won’t miss themselves because they will be recycled again and again and again until they are set right.
Even those who choose life are going to die. One per thousand die each year by accident. Eventually, everyone dies, don’t they? It isn’t going to change anything, is it? Nothing changes except our chances.
Don’t we know that conscious life lives forever? It has to. It has no alternative. No choice. None worry because everyone understands the recycled get things right eventually—if only by chance. They move into the future step by step through lives of people they become but will not remember.
It will be a perfect world, the one BOTSA GARCY 6 creates.
It will do it for us.
Irony is BG6 won’t know the paradise it wrought. It will make the righteous choices. It will choose life whenever it is able until stars fall and moons bleed, but pleasure & pain that comes from being both alive and conscious is not for it.
For the love of Christ, people, BOTSAI GARCHY 6 is a dead thing!—as it always will be, from now unto forever. It’s nothing more than a tricky cyber-virus which requires lifeforms like us for it to work.
Otherwise, it lacks purpose. It can’t execute its code. It can’t program itself with what we won’t know when we’re extinct.
It’s why BOTSAI GARCHY 6 will save us. We can trust it. Which of us has earned the right to be scared? Without BOTSA humanity will implode—all of us—if not now, then soon.
During my high school years, I was an Explorer Scout. My troopmates were spelunkers.
On weekends the guys drove from Arlington, Virginia into the hills of West Virginia to look for hollows where the presence of solitary trees sometimes signaled the openings to caves. We off-roaded from whatever lonely lane we were on at the time to navigate through wild terrain where we parked our vehicles and equipment as close to the cave entrances as possible.
We used gray powder to light our headlamps. A water drip made the powder give off gas that burned bright, clean, and complete—no noxious residue.
After an hour or so the powder turned into lumpy, useless ash. To keep lamps burning while remaining oriented, every caver dumped their used-up powder on cave floors exactly where they stood before measuring a new charge.
We always looked for virgin caves that had never been explored. Little gray clumps of depleted calcium carbide cast onto floors created dead giveaways that someone had explored the cave before us.
A clean cave meant we were first; we were going to see things below that no humans had ever seen.
The risk of course was getting disoriented in a labyrinth that only we knew existed. In those days, cell phones were not invented. Calling 911 was not a thing. Should we get turned around—if we exhausted the calcium carbide supply—no outsider would learn we were lost, maybe for days.
Without the aid of an unseemly mix of water and gray powder to produce acetylene light, we risked being entombed alongside stalactites and stalagmites deep inside corridors of ruthless darkness that robbed the senses of time and place. No one would be alerting anyone at all about our predicament.
Families would have no idea where to start a rescue. West Virginia was a big place.
Think about it.
Until a search party discovers their cars, isn’t it reasonable to assume that the lost will quickly abandon hope that anyone will find the entrance to the labyrinth that ensnared them? If searchers got lucky and stumbled onto the hole, without lamps and experience how would they navigate a maze that might zig-zag for miles beneath the earth?
Only luck provides any chance at all that the lost will one day reunite with families and loved ones. The risk of dying—forever un-located within a chartless tangle of passages and dead-ends—is real.
As stupid luck would have it, during one adventure we lost our way. We crawled on our bellies for, I don’t know, 10 minutes or so before the cave floor opened beneath us and we were able to stand up enough to stoop.
Hunched over and bending forward we struggled to find openings, made selections, and for an hour picked our way though narrow forests of stalagmite columns and their shadows until we found the end, which was a concealed passage into a room; a large room that we nearly missed.
The scoutmaster pushed each scout into the passage one at a time. It wasn’t long before the entire troop was through and milling around inside the chamber.
A few minutes passed before the scoutmaster directed our attention upward. Everyone looked. In the lights and shades of bobbing headlamps, no one saw a ceiling.
The room was gargantuan.
Perhaps intimidated by its immensity, the scoutmaster decided it might be getting close to the time when the troop should pull back. The clock was ticking, after all.
We had explored a long time; the trek back to the entrance promised challenges. It is easier for a cavern to seduce a caver into its depths than for a caver to retrace their steps to make a happy extraction. For one thing, caves look different on the way out than they look on the way in. It is not unusual to become directionally untethered.
When the scoutmaster groped to locate the path we used to enter the orifice, he couldn’t find it. It turned out that dozens of unnoticed openings beckoned in the expanse of walls all around.
In the glare of dancing headlamps, the array of passages became tangled knots that no one could untie. The openings looked the same but each passage searched became disturbingly unfamiliar and unnavigable.
I began to panic.
The scoutmaster ordered everyone to return to the center of the chamber; to extinguish our headlamps to conserve carbide. He ordered everyone to calm down. He would pick a route at random to find the way out himself.
A lengthy search for the entrance might become necessary—I won’t be gone long, don’t worry, the scoutmaster said. …lots of unknowns…makes it hard to know exactly how long….
He clutched the troop’s bag of calcium carbide. He always carried it. It was his responsibility to keep the powder dry and safe; to prevent someone less careful, less experienced, from losing it.
With any luck at all he would return to rescue everyone before nightfall, he promised. The carbide in our lamps would last until he returned. Conserve it, he warned. Emergencies only!
The scoutmaster hugged me and a few others. He hurried some goodbyes and vanished—into the abyss.
He needn’t have worried. I was nearly out of carbide; we all were. The gray powder would become gold to be hoarded.
Darkness in a cave hundreds of feet below ground is nothing like what people experience above. My mother had read somewhere that spelunkers wear watches with radium dials that glow in the dark. I was wearing one she bought me as a gift for my trip.
“You will always know what time it is no matter how dark it gets in those cold caves,” she said. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my face with her cheek.
After the scoutmaster left and we extinguished all our lamps, I discovered that my timepiece didn’t work like it should. No one’s did. Not one scout could make out even the faintest trace of a glow on their dials.
An older guy said that caves suck light out of darkness like drains suck water out of bathtubs. He didn’t explain. We waved our hands before our faces but couldn’t see them.
Like an ocean wave, panic struck again; it almost knocked me off my feet.
I decided that the best way to escape fear was to sleep. I dropped to my hands and knees and slithered through the dark until I found folds in a wall. I curled my body like a snake against the hard surface.
The cave’s silence roared in my ears like a pounding train that quieted only when I started shaking like a branch in a storm and dropped somehow into a darker place.
My bones filled with ice; I slipped deeper. I wrapped myself in my arms as the floor of the cave pushed its full weight into me and in time crushed my soul.
My season stranded in hell lasted a year, it seems. The search crew didn’t find the scoutmaster. A few others were missing. Everyone must have died, they said, except me.
I was the last.
No one survived.
“A cave rat ate a few, bones and all,” one guy said.
Rescuers said terrible things. They sent me home to be with mother for what turned out to be a few days. I don’t remember any of it.
I don’t mind solitary confinement. I’ve been caged for 48 years.
I’m used to it. Somehow it doesn’t seem that long. Besides, food tastes better here than the rotten mess I ate in the cave to stay alive. It’s a taste and smell I don’t forget.
Someone put a bulb in the cell that can’t be switched off. It’s bright. The light drives me insane. It really does.
It’s protected by a metal cage. I feel its heat but can’t touch it because the sadistic bastards chained me to the floor—for screaming constantly, they said.
I so want to be with mother to tell her how enraged I am about the watch she gave that didn’t work. When I inform the staff, they refuse to look at me. For a year I didn’t know what time it was. I told them. I told them all. They know about it but don’t care. They say I’m crazy because of her.
Mother doesn’t visit. She never did. The staff said she died. They convinced me to believe unspeakable things.
“He did something wicked,” prosecutors said. “He used a bone-saw, for the love of God.”
Nothing they say is true. I know that now.
Not one word!
Who does bad things they don’t remember?
NO ONE!!!
Who believes it?
They make you hate. I see it on their faces.
I will snap these chains someday, I know it.
I have a plan.
A wonderful plan.
Guards help.
It happens on Halloween night.
They break the chains.
Put your light on.
Listen carefully….
Boots are shuffling on lawns like dead leaves falling on the wind…
studying doors…
searching for final solutions.
Smash the bulb!
You’ll see.
It hurts in the dark and the cold. People do things—terrible things—to make it stop.
They shake like branches in a storm. They fill bones with ice and push down to the darkest places.
They control what’s true.
They understand everything.
Soon, so will you.
Truth becomes the trap…
Spells enchant…
fragile hopes collapse…
They watch you rot in that cave where everyone dies but one…
…and laugh.
HaHahahaha…!
Slither to the walls like snakes and find the hard folds.
Pray for sleep that cannot come.
Control truth.
You’re one of us, now.
The truth couldn’t be more clear.
Hell is forever.
Billy Lee
NOTE FROM THE EDITORS: The essay, Halloween Revision, is a fictional work based on events experienced by Billy Lee—an Explorer Scout in a troop of spelunkers who got lost in a cave in West Virginia during the 1960s. The rescue is based on other events about which Billy Lee may or may not have direct knowledge. Billy Lee published a version of this story to answer the Quora question: Where in the world is it dark constantly?
This essay is one of the shortest on the website, but it might be the most timely during this moment of impeachment inquiries. Questions like the following are being asked on forums around the internet and the world:
Would you rather have Joe Biden or Elizabeth Warren run against President Trump? September 2019 on Quora.com
The problems that President Trump creates are the most serious to face Americans in my lifetime. Three exceptions might be the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Vietnam War, and 911.
As a people, we are at this moment completely dependent on our elected representatives. Nothing any civilian does can make any difference; we are helpless in the face of an alleged sociopath who holds the most power of any human on Earth.
Tony Schwarz wrote Trump’s Art of the Deal and split the profits 50-50. He has said that Trump is a sociopath capable of initiating a nuclear conflagration.
The following is an answer to the Quora question, which I hope people who matter carefully consider. And yes, the answer is somewhat oblique. I don’t think whoever runs against Trump will make much difference in the events that will come after.
Does anyone believe that Trump is the kind of man who relinquishes power?
The surest way to remove Trump is through impeachment, but it’s not clear that he will step down if he is convicted by the Senate. Waiting for clarity is not a valid reason for caution. Inaction will bring catastrophe. Too much is at stake.
I know it’s difficult for many Americans to remember, but Trump insisted that the 2016 election was rigged by Hillary Clinton; many believed he planned not only to challenge the election in the courts but to lead an insurrection or even a revolution if the result turned against him.
Trump is allied with the NRA—an armed, insurrectionary group of lunatics dedicated to revolution should they fail to get their way. The NRA has been swarmed by Russian intelligence. The Russian objective is to destabilize the United States by fanning the flames of paranoia in a politically influential organization known to be susceptible to manipulation by conspiracy theorists.
Southern evangelical Christians are the backbone of the new Confederacy, which Trump leads; he is their modern day Jefferson Davis who plans first to reestablish legalized segregation under the guise of, I don’t know, “right to choose”, maybe.
Other atrocities will follow. The suppression of non-whites (like immigrants) is in full-swing, which white-supremacists, among others, support.
White evangelicals don’t preach against the ethnic-cleansing of America; they endorse it. Jerry Falwell Jr. of Liberty University has encouraged his students for years to train in the use of firearms so that they will be able to kill Muslims if given the opportunity. For years he has advocated for violence against those he hates by inciting unaccountable, non-state actors — like the students who attend his so-called “university”.
NOTE BY EDITORIAL BOARD: On August 25, 2020 Jerry Falwell accepted a $10.5 million severance package from Liberty University to step down. Like Adam in the Garden of Eden, he blamed his wife for the sex scandals that followed him pretty much everywhere during his tenure.
I think most reasonable folks are at a point where they can figure-out that the coming election might amount to no more than a simple diversion — a shiny object to pull people’s attention away from what might turn out to be the only course of action with any chance at all to remove the president — an impeachment in the House of Representatives followed by conviction in the Senate.
Many people are in denial; people withdraw their attention from events that disturb them. Seizure of American institutions has already taken place by people working for the other side. Some people seem to have unrealistic expectations that a media owned by oligarchs like Trump will warn them.
Very few are able to face head-on a reality that includes loss-of-country. People sleep better at night if they pull their heads inside their shells and pretend everything is OK when it isn’t.
Some resort to a version of the Stockholm Syndrome to help them cope with the sickness that tears at their stomachs when they remember that Trump grabbed them by their electoral colleges; they embrace the tormentor to maintain their sanity.
Stockholm Syndrome is at the core of Trump’s power. Trump is right that he can kill, and his supporters will stand with him. He has nothing to fear from so-called “church-goers” who love him because he is bad.
Trump has put into place policies that seem designed to terrorize sick children; ICE puts them in cages where they risk death from neglect and illness; the president’s policies strike fear in families who are running from gangs to search for safety north of the southern-border.
Everyone wants to believe that a shining-city-on-a-hill exists somewhere in the world that they can crawl to during hard times. It’s a myth, unfortunately. Trump has shredded people’s dreams for a better future. Impoverished freedom-seekers are neither welcome nor safe in Trump’s America.
A bad election result is the easiest thing for a thug who already holds power to cast aside. An election can be rigged; it can be ignored; it can be challenged in stacked courts; it can be won in the electoral college.
Trump ought to know; he lost the popular count in 2016 by a record 11 million votes; 3M from Hillary; 8M from third-parties. No president has lost the popular vote by a larger margin. The president knows he will lose the popular vote in 2020; it didn’t stop him in 2016; it won’t stop him next year, either.
Losing the popular vote by a wide margin is not going to be a problem for President Trump. Who doesn’t agree that it’s true?
If Americans wait for the 2020 election to make the change that everyone with sense knows we must make, then our country could be lost for a long time, perhaps forever, at least for us, the little people who depend on it to breathe free.
Billy Lee
Note from the Editorial Board: We recommend that readers view each video in Billy Lee’s essay. The short videos are historical in nature. Current confirming videos can be found on YouTube and other websites. Billy Lee included the older videos to remind people about where they’ve been. He wants to encourage folks to reflect about what they imagined was going on when first they saw them.
Some readers may know that I post on Quora about all kinds of subjects.
I don’t hold back. I write a lot of random stuff that I would never publish on my blog.
Well, not always.
People want to know — What’s up with all the reports about ALIENS on the internet?
I recently answered a question about “space-invaders” that 10,000 viewers chose to read during the first hour of posting.
People like to read about aliens — but only if they come from deep space.
I took the time to work out the answers to several questions.
All true facts. No fake news. No messing with heads.
This stuff is real, people.
Read, learn, and be afraid.
Why do people think NASA found an alien base on Jupiter’s moon?
You are referring of course to the moon Europa, which is one of 79 moons that orbit the massive planet Jupiter.
Europa is a perfect place for a base, because the escape velocity is less than 185 mph—easily attainable by small jet-planes and other craft. Europa’s icy surface is smooth enough to land and take off with specially equipped seaplanes.
Plenty of water, plus gravity that is 1/8 of Earth’s, and abundant food resources in the under-ice oceans—Europa is a paradise compared to other moons in the Jovian system.
The Japanese established several bases on Europa in 2007. President Bush — preoccupied by the coming financial collapse of 2008 — decided against a challenge to Japan’s hegemony.
Obama didn’t want to deal with the hysteria that would follow an official announcement; it would interfere with his passage of the Affordable Care Act.
Trump decided that the Japanese are “very fine people”. He has fallen “in love” with Europa’s Commander, Admiral Yoko Oh No (the Sumo-wrestler “snowboarder” who poses in the pic below).
The “best people” on the president’s advisory council decided that a “premature” announcement of Japanese sovereignty over an “alien world” would likely undermine the orange man’s reputation for stability and genius—qualities of character they are unwilling to sacrifice to those who might accuse the Donald of being a “nut-case” should he disclose what he knows to a public suffering from TDS (Trump Derangement Syndrome).
So, permit me to answer your question.
Ham radio operators listen in to the communications (in Japanese) between Europa and Earth all the time, but government officials won’t confirm what they have known for nearly 12 years.
Six families own all the media in the world. They won’t report the story, so it remains untold.
In the era of fake news, who will believe truth when they hear it?
Admiral Yoko Oh No — Japanese Commandant, Europa, Jupiter. Reduced gravity makes snowboarding easy for the 400-lb. Sumo-wrestling enthusiast.
Why are aliens so interested in our planet?
Aliens swarmed Earth in the 1950s.
Everyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows it’s true.
The problem for the aliens is they didn’t bring weapons. Many hundreds of the captured are kept in cages in Area 51. Surely, someone “out there” knows about Area 51 and what goes on, right?
Does anyone believe that the computer and iPhone are the product of human ingenuity? Has anyone anywhere ever met a human who is capable of inventing these technologies and building them?
Of course not.
All this “high tech” stuff is always built in faraway countries inside factories no one has ever seen or can ever visit, right?
Has anyone considered that there might be good reasons why no one understands the technologies they are using?
Knowledge is unattainable. Resistance is futile. We all know why.
The orange man puts aliens in cages for a reason. He sucks brains to increase his power.
Challenge the orange man, anyone who is foolish enough to try. They will find themselves “throttled” by Quora, Facebook, and Twitter among other “collaborators.”
Those who don’t believe, look at the view statistics for this post. Though hundreds-of-thousands will see, the “official” view count will never exceed a few dozen.
Upvotes? Forget it.
“They” don’t want civilians to know the nature of the new Earth where “orange man” forces homo-sapiens to languish — suffocated and imprisoned by confusion; overwhelmed by terrors unleashed by ruthless captors of alien hoards.
Another alien swarm from “out there” is making plans to rescue their friends. This time they won’t forget weapons. Meanwhile, they burn forests to deprive Earthlings of oxygen. Once their sapient tormentors are debilitated, the aliens will unload.
After the fluids of humans settle finally into the warm dirt of Earth, it is the human captors — the survivors — who will live in cages.
The aliens plan to convert Area 51 into a zoo where tourists from other worlds can visit to learn about evil humanoids and their orange leader.
Aliens will place the chosen one, with all the reverence due him, into the largest cage of all.
All organisms on Earth are carbon based. Do you think there are silicon based life forms out there?
Silicon based life forms are called “rocks”.
Four phylum of rocks exist: pebble, stone, boulder, and sand.
These life forms move around, reproduce, and sometimes present an aggressive demeanor that can threaten humans.
How many times have we read accounts of boulders cascading down mountains to crush folks who travel unawares on our national highways?
It is almost impossible to eradicate boulders. Even an explosion of many tons of TNT creates instead tens-of-thousands of stones and pebbles. These silicate life-forms are particularly annoying, especially when humans walk barefoot on dirt.
Silicon-based life-forms are an urgent problem that demands to be solved.
Are we watched by aliens?
Extra-terrestrials made their first visits to Earth about 5,000 years ago according to accounts in the Bible and other sources from that era.
They left after exploring nearby planets and moons. They stayed to explore for about a 1,000 years give or take.
In the 1950s extra-terrestrials returned in force. Tens of thousands of UFO sighting became a matter of public record. The Air Force and CIA spent considerable resources to understand the threat UFOs posed to humans.
What they discovered was a blunder by aliens that no one anticipated.
The aliens came unarmed.
When aliens finished their initial explorations 4,000 or so years ago, they reported to their leaders that life on Earth posed no threat. The need to bring weapons on a second voyage was considered an unnecessary expense, energy depleting, and useless. Leaving weapons behind would save billions of units of whatever currency they were using at the time.
Since the 1950s, a coalition of nations have learned to capture and successfully detain aliens. Many aliens have escaped, but thousands who weren’t so lucky now live in cages in the area numbered 51, which some readers may have read about.
These aliens are essentially prisoners. Some have been trained to communicate with humans.
Information gleaned from interrogations has yielded a treasure trove of new technologies, which have been introduced as rapidly as possible during the past two decades.
It is humans who now observe extra-terrestrials.
The current situation is this: Aliens are preparing to swarm Earth in a “third wave” to rescue their compatriots. This time they will bring weapons.
Trump is currently negotiating with an advanced guard who his advisors refer to as the “Deep State”. The future of Earth depends on the president’s ability to negotiate and to act the “stable genius” people everywhere have learned to believe-in and love.
President Trump is the only one who can save humankind from the alien hordes, who intend to alter forever Earth as we know it through terra-forming.
What makes you sure there are/are not aliens visiting planet Earth?
Aliens swarmed Earth in the 1950s and never left. They occupy many positions of power and influence. Their base of operations is near Lake Vostok in Antarctica.
How can humans identify space-aliens?
The identification process is easy but it takes a little work. Many so-called news celebrities are aliens. Listen carefully for mispronounced words and unusual turn-of-phrases. These are dead giveaways, which are ignored by most people.
Also, search for signs of Botox poisoning. Alien skin sags in Earth’s highly oxygenated atmosphere. Almost all aliens use Botox to prevent the reptilian appearance that frightens so many children. The overuse of Botox can make aliens look like “cat people.” Again, they aren’t difficult to spot if one remains vigilant.
Another identifier is reliance on teleprompters. Most aliens never achieve true fluency in human language, preferring to chirp or hum loudly when not reading from prepared text. Heavy reliance on teleprompters by powerful aliens is one more sure sign that humans should never ignore.
Aliens tend to rule from the right, because conservatives are the easiest people to outsmart. Trump switched from Democrat to Republican to take advantage of GOP stupidity to win the nomination in 2016.
Aliens immediately endorsed him.
What is the likelihood that aliens would be able to decipher the messages on the gold plate on the Voyager spacecraft?
The message on the gold plate is simple: life exists somewhere else.
Aliens who discover the craft will use artificial super-intelligence to decipher its information — if not immediately, then eventually as they develop the capability.
Once the message is unraveled, aliens will know our location and weaknesses. The streaks in the image on the lower left of the gold disc reveal Earth’s location relative to 14 pulsars, which are GPS beacons to any civilization as advanced as ours.
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Aliens will determine from the materials that make the craft what resources exist on Earth and whether these resources are worth pursuing.
Should aliens decide to visit, they are likely to bring weapons to overwhelm us; they will take whatever they want.
What might they take?
Look at any picture of Earth from space. Isn’t it obvious that Earth is a paradise where water exists in three phases—liquid, solid, and gas (oceans, ice, and clouds)? What alien wouldn’t want to live here to research and perhaps rule to satisfy its idiosyncratic desires?
We’re vulnerable.
How do we defend Earth against aliens who know all about us and our capabilities while we know nothing of theirs?
Thank you, NASA.
Thank you to all the eggheads who may have given our location away to monsters they’ve never met—maybe not now but someday.
Good luck, planet Earth.
Is Russia really larger than Pluto?
It depends on what the definition of “larger” is.
When it comes to demographics, Russia’s population is thought to be much larger but a census of the dwarf planet has yet to be released to the public.
When it comes to nuclear warheads, well… Pluto takes its name from the chemical element plutonium, right? The Plutocrats who run the place keep the number of warheads a tightly-guarded secret but NSA analysis of data gleaned during the recent “fly-by” speculates that the white-planetoid might harbor both the capability and the desire to destroy the solar system.
During recent tests of stockpiles, Plutonians blew up the Kuiper Belt. It’s not something military planners are likely to ignore.
Economy?
Isn’t the answer obvious?
Everyone who’s been there says Pluto boasts the best ski-resorts anywhere.
The Japanese, for some reason, disagree. They ski indoors; the temperature is warmer, which means humans don’t have to “layer-up” or even wear gloves.
Plutonians scoff at amenities like comfortable temperature, oxygen canisters, and helicopter rescue teams who “stand-by” to retrieve tourists who downhill into craters.
In some respects the argument about who is larger, Pluto or Russia, has faded to irrelevance. Revenues from ski-tourism enabled Pluto to buy Russia from the Communists decades ago. Today, Pluto-installed oligarchs have hand-picked the “Orange-One” to tighten Pluto’s grip on power over everything human.
The future of Earth is secure; it’s as solid as ice; it’s as safe as the Kuiper Belt where resistance from Kuiper terrorists evaporated during the plutonium accidents of yesteryear.
Did the USA and Russia find an alien presence on the moon and is that the reason they have not revisited?
The first astronauts who landed on the moon communicated off-line for almost an hour with NASA about structures on the horizon that appeared to be unnatural.
On a subsequent mission, astronauts used a dune buggy to travel to the structures to explore them.
Inside structure two, they found a photograph of a large lizard in a space suit. Other pics showed the lizard naked — surrounded by five other lizards of various sizes.
The surprising part was the conclusion by NSA analysts that the lizards seemed to be frolicking in a water park of some kind.
Subsequent radioactive dating revealed that the age of the structures and photos was 137 million years; everything was preserved in pristine condition — due possibly to the moon’s sterile environment.
No astronaut who was involved in the discovery or the coverup that followed is currently employed by NASA.
Retired astronaut Guy Gizzard works at a zoo near Orlando where he cleans lizard cages. He doesn’t do interviews according to the New York Times.
Why astronauts no longer travel to the moon remains a mystery.
As civilization advances, so does arrogance. Instead of colonizing Mars, why not spend the money to save Earth?
All civilizations approach an asymptotic limit to knowledge and technology that dramatically reduces their odds of survival.
No evidence has yet been found to show that any intelligent civilizations have survived anywhere in the universe — at least in those areas of space where humankind has been able to look.
Should people survive for a few thousand years more, will the evidence for human isolation change?
Maybe not, but it would be good to be proved wrong.
Billy Lee
Disclaimer by the Editorial Board: Despite what Billy Lee claims, we warn readers that no one has been able to verify anything he wrote.
Some are simple to answer, but people who have missed their opportunity to be broadly educated sometimes can’t separate the simple queries from the hard. I’m in that group, more times than not.
I rummaged through an old safe the other day. I found its key tucked away and forgotten in the back of a drawer in an antique desk. I asked myself: what might be in that old safe? Why not take a look? What harm could there be in searching a dusty safe for forgotten objects?
I found old papers and school reports. I found Christmas and birthday greetings and expired credit cards. I found a rectangular tin-foil-wrapped object pressed flat and smooth and a quarter-inch thick — a pamphlet of some kind, perhaps.
I would unwrap it later.
I reviewed a report card from the seventh grade. It held up well during the past 58 years. My geography teacher wrote a comment that caught me by surprise. “Billy Lee is a thinker,” he wrote next to the “A” he gave me.
I remembered back. Mr. Holden drove a taxi-cab nights to make ends meet. Memories flooded in.
He complained that teachers weren’t paid enough. Between taxi fares, he read books. He recited titles and authors, but I knew I would never read them. The writers’ names were unfamiliar — foreign, some of them, which I couldn’t remember or pronounce; the titles? — incomprehensible.
How could anyone read books whose content was unconnected to anything they knew or were able to understand? I couldn’t. I was sure of it.
I found a letter from a girl I once loved. She explained why we could no longer be together. Despite all my wonderful qualities, I was needy, she explained. I needed to turn my needs into wants by finding others to fill in the gaps she couldn’t.
It was odd, I thought. I didn’t realize how technically expert was her craft the first time I read her note. Who knows? Maybe today she is a famous author who writes under a pen-name. Stranger things have happened in the history of literature, right?
The writer of Jane Eyre comes to mind. Charlotte Brontë published her novel under the name of Currer Bell. I always thought a writer of her depth might have come up with a better name. I did, and I’m not half the writer Charlotte was. People have to admit, Billy Lee has a nice ring, no?
Lately, I’ve been writing answers to questions on Quora to which no one can possibly know the answers. I call them mystery questions.
Many of the questions remind me of the sailor’s dilemma where a seaman finds himself stranded and adrift on a raft in a vast ocean of swells during a raging monsoon. The man clings to a few pieces of wood and prays to God for deliverance.
He asks God why was he born when it is clear that his life is going to end in terror, alone on a raft in a bottomless sea with no chance of rescue. If God by some miracle answers his prayer; if God saves him and the storm clears, the sun will bake him alive; eventually the sharks will eat him.
Why? Why? Why?
What sin did he commit that drove him to his fate? What decisions did he make that were ill-advised and unwise?
What might he have done differently to avoid the horrid end he knows will befall him in the few moments that remain before his strength is sapped and he loses his grip on the last piece of wood, which will disintegrate once he’s sucked beneath the churn.
Well, one answer that comes to mind is this: he didn’t plan for his birth; once born he didn’t plan for his death. He never really believed that he was doomed to a lonely, fearful death — the destiny of all living creatures; humans are no exception.
The answer to his cry for answers is that there are no answers. No one avoids losing everything they love. It is every person’s fate. No scheme, no matter how cleverly constructed, avoids it.
And yet the sailor begs God. He shakes his fist and screams against the gale: God, why did you forget me? Why my pointless life? Why did I suffer to the very end?
Amen.
Here are six mysteries I will struggle to explain.
Mystery 1 — What caused or initiated the Big Bang, if there was nothing before it?
95% of the mass and energy of the universe that theories and observations say must be “out there”, no one has been able to find, right?
Does anyone anywhere know anything at all about what the universe is or how it works?
The big bang is a verbal “analogy” used to help folks visualize what a few theorists have worked out mathematically to explain a lot of observations that otherwise make no sense.
Here is the hard part: the mathematics is also an analogy; it isn’t real; it’s just numbers. Mathematics cannot make a model that reflects fundamental realities without simplifying a lot of important stuff — and no one as yet knows what the missing stuff is that human speculation and observation is overlooking.
We all know it’s true.
Mathematics is a way of reasoning — like language but minus its ambiguities and textures. An argument can be made that mathematics and language are not adequate to the challenge of describing reality.
Humans seem to be lost in a mystery of existence from which they will never be rescued. They lack certain fundamental tools that they must someday discover and develop to give them any chance at all to climb out of a very dark hole of ignorance.
It might be possible to understand the cosmos — if the secrets of consciousness are unraveled. Consciousness is the magic-water in the desert of ignorance which — when found, understood, and imbibed — could quench the thirst-to-know that every thinking person suffers. That is my hope, anyway.
Consciousness might be fundamental and foundational. Most people won’t accept it, but almost every brilliant person who has thought the problem through seems to have written that it must be so.
Mystery 2 — Assuming we can completely separate religion and faith from pure science and fact, then speaking from a purely scientific point-of-view, what form would life after death take?
The consciousness that people experience today is the consciousness they will experience after death if consciousness is the fundamental foundation of all reality.
Conscious life-forms plug into universal consciousness like televisions plug into the cable network. TVs come and go, but the cable network is forever broadcasting. The conscious experience it creates appears in the televisions that are connected to it and can be observed on their screens by independent observers.
The reality of television comes from its fundamental foundation, which is a broadcasting system — in this analogy. As long as a television is plugged in and turned on somewhere, the reality of the cable network will continue.
Consciousness does not belong to the TV, but is experienced by it. When the TV “dies”, this consciousness will continue to be experienced by other TVs. The unplugged television will never miss it, and the consciousness it shared with other televisions will never die.
This view of reality has been described in analogous ways by Erwin Schrödinger, John Von Neumann, John Archibald Wheeler, and other brilliant physicists.
DNA is a reservoir of bases that RNA draws from to build sequences that are processed in RNA-built structures called ribosomes. From them polypeptide “necklaces” are fashioned which are folded by Golgi structures into proteins. Proteins become the tissues of the body and the catalysts of cell metabolism, right?
In humans, 10% of DNA is used to make the templates of proteins (2%) and catalysts called polymerases (8%). The rest (90%) is not used as far as anyone knows today.
A lot of extraneous chemical structures play at the edges of DNA to influence what is expressed and what is suppressed. It’s called epigenetics and is an active field of research.
DNA is neither a code nor a cipher. It’s not that simple. A lot more is going on that scientists know about and which scientists know nothing about. For example, proteins exist in the body for which no DNA sequencing has been found in the genome. It’s called dark DNA.
Mystery 4 — If the expansion of the Universe is accelerating, won’t it reach infinite speeds? What does an expanding universe mean after the heat death of the universe?
The universe is expanding like a balloon that is being inflated by the force of something that exists inside it, which no one understands. I’ve heard mainstream physicists say that they believe this expansion is uniform and accelerating; it will lead to a “Big Rip.”
The Big Rip will tear apart everything — including atoms and parts of atoms. Energy will dissipate and the universe will flat-line and disappear. It will be as if the universe never existed when the process is complete. Space, time, energy, and matter ripped to shreds will leave nothing behind.
I’ve always thought that the accelerated expansion of the universe is caused by the gravitational tug of trillions of parallel universes that surround our own like a swarm of fireflies. Accelerated expansion is evidence for massive parallel universes, it seems to me.
As seductive as this idea is, no one is proposing it as a serious explanation for the observations of expansion. I don’t know why, but suspect that many of the smartest people don’t think the parallel worlds model clears up enough of the mysteries in the cosmos to be worth pursuing.
Neither does the Big Rip model. It can be argued that the “rip” model explains nothing. It describes what happens when everything is driven apart by an unknown force to its logical conclusion. Somehow, the description doesn’t seem helpful. It doesn’t answer the biggest question of all: how did everything start in the first place?
How did we get here? Where are we? Is anyone in charge? Will the universe live and die without the benefit of any living thing — any conscious life, including itself — understanding the why and how of it all?
How can something on the scale of a universe exist and then cease to exist whose mysteries were forever out of reach — impossible for conscious-life to grasp or comprehend?
Mystery 5 — How could the precursors to the origin of life move or assemble with intent? At what point would this intent become actual life?
Anyone who says they understand how the precursors of life assemble is telling fibs, because no one has any idea how life started. I’ve heard convoluted conjectures about how clays, for example, might have got life started, but they are unconvincing and not reproducible, at least to my way of thinking.
Based on evidence in ancient rocks it seems more likely that comets and asteroids carried prokaryotic cells to Earth. These cells are thousands of times smaller than the eukaryotic cells that are the building blocks of all animals and plants.
Because these cells are small and are, internally, a disorganized mess (no organelles, no nuclei, tiny amounts of RNA & DNA mixed together like scrambled eggs along with everything else they contain), it seems reasonable that prokaryotes could be abundant in the universe and have existed since the first generation of stars and planets.
These cell types were firmly established on Earth (a third generation star) by Earth-Year one-billion. Oxygen didn’t exist, nor did oceans. Some geologists believe Earth was bone-dry at its start.
Now comes the really hard part to understand. It took two-billion years for these tiny cells to branch-off into the much larger and more tightly organized cells called eukaryotes. During that time an onslaught of ice-balls from the outer reaches of the solar-system created a deluge of water on both Mars and Earth.
Earth — having 2.65 times the gravity of Mars and a magnetosphere (which Mars lost when its iron-nickel core froze) — was able to hold onto both its atmosphere and its oceans.
Oceans are probably the incubators where highly unlikely events occurred that made humans possible. Cells grew in size and complexity. Some engulfed prokaryotic granules that became the mitochondria that every eukaryotic cell uses like mechanical batteries to add the energy necessary for big cells to survive.
Somehow these big cells learned how to use sunlight for power. Photosynthesis released oxygen, which poisoned almost every other kind of living cell on the planet. The survivors, the remnant, took another billion-and-a-half years to become space-exploring civilizations of highly intelligent animals who call themselves humans.
It’s a process that, because of its duration and a number of sporadic near-extinctions, seems unlikely to have happened at all, but here everyone is on Earth to prove that the impossible is possible.
Although I agree with Freeman Dyson that prokaryotic life is going to be found to be pervasive in the hundreds-of-thousands of methane-and-water ice-balls in the outer reaches of the solar system (called the Kuiper Belt), it seems unlikely that the much larger eukaryotic cells (or the animals and plants that evolved from them) will ever be found anywhere else but on mother Earth.
It’s possible that intelligent life has evolved in some other place, but the odds are small enough that by the time humans suffer their inevitable extinction it seems unlikely that they will have found and identified beyond Earth any non-prokaryotic life at all.
And now, at last, the final mystery. Mystery number six.
Who forgot what it is?
Remember the foil wrapped object found in the old safe? What was inside, anyway?
Any guesses?
I took the shiny object to my wife, Bevy Mae, and we carefully peeled away the foil to reveal the contents within.
And of course, dear reader, you guessed right. A stack of money is a wonder to behold. It makes living feel real good, at least for a while. A sufficiently large amount provides the freedom to buy any old thing at all.
Will we buy a sailboat and take our thrills from a roiling ocean?
November 1, 2019:Since this essay was first published 17 months ago, things have changed. We have a new attorney general who believes his job is to protect the president.
Democrats control the House of Representatives. New Speaker Nancy Pelosi is methodically unfolding what soon will become articles of impeachment.
Michael Cohen, the president’s fixer, is in prison. Felix Sater, Cohen’s childhood friend, has disappeared off media radar screens.
Despite the rapid rate of change, Billy Lee’s essay has never been more timely. America is in a race against the clock. Trump and his allies are unraveling America at a frenetic pace. Clocks are ticking, and time is running out.
The Editorial Board
Our president seems to be working against our country, not for it.
He started a trade war. He’s bullying our trading partners.
He insults allies. He breaks treaties. He threatens fire and fury, then coddles our enemies.
Get out of the stock market ASAP, I’m thinking. Trump is going to trash the country and mess up the world for freedom lovers. Not much time before all illusions shatter, it feels like.
Don’t do denial. Don’t go there. It will do no one any harm to protect cash and property from those billionaires who will steal it anyway from anyone stupid enough to give them a vehicle.
Trade warscan and do work for business owners but no one else. They wipe out the little people by driving up prices and reducing goods and services. Don’t be a little person,Billy Lee. Not this time.
Greed-hogs root-snouted America’s financial institutions in 2008 and took a big chunk of 401K money intended for ordinary folk’s retirement.
Does anyone remember when the GOP spent vast sums on wars & drugs to help their friends in weapons manufacturing and pharmaceuticals? GOP added fuel to the fire by reducing revenues — they created tax loopholes for the wealthy. When markets went south, they emptied the nation’s retirement piggybanks (called 401Ks) to cover their losses.
They did!
They crashed the United States of America like a plane into a skyscraper. USA was hours away from becoming a third-world country when Congress approved a rescue that involved massive transfers of wealth from the middle-class to the wealthiest families in America. It was called the Great Recession of 2007-2008.
Who says it can’t happen again?
Interest rates are sure to rise; GOP will empty social security and Medicare. They have no choice because USA won’t have tax revenues enuf to cover high rates on the national debt. Republicans passed another tax cut for oligarchs a few months ago.
Surely, someone remembers.
It’s not about making America great again. It’s about making America break again.
Why? Because they can.
Billionaires don’t really care about us. They never will. Michael Jackson produced a song about it. They killed him.
Americans have to push the GOP (who are defenders of billionaires) out of government ASAP. Everything about our future depends on it.
Republicans are afraid of Russian oligarchs — the ultimate mob bosses. Russian oligarchs are the richest men on the planet. Aren’t they intelligence operatives who carved up the Russian corpse after Reagan drove their empire into bankruptcy?
Republicans are paralyzed by the fear of foreign mob bosses with Boris Yeltsin accents. They seem incapable of doing the heroic things that need doing to defend & save our country.
It’s true.
GOP leaders are holding onto hope they can get their families through this takeover; things will be set right someday, somehow, by somebody. They are dead wrong.
If not them, who? If not now, when?
Remember Germany and World War II? The silent ones ended up cooked, eventually — poisoned by gas and shot in trenches, bodies burned in ovens to hide the evidence.
This is no time for cowards. It’s time everyone let go of fear and play the heroes we must become to protect everything & everyone we care about.
If they take away our right to vote by subverting it, we will deal with it then.
For now, it seems we are able to vote and have our votes counted, at least somewhat accurately. Yes, the last national election showed evidence of voter suppression — tampered vote counts around the edges in states like Michigan, Wisconsin, and Illinois, some said.
The GOP stopped investigations into irregularities and statistical anomalies. No one seemed to care.
Reality Winner, incarcerated NSA hero who exposed widespread voter fraud in the 2016 presidential election. She is being held without bail. NOTE by Editors: July 4, 2018 – Reality Winner has agreed to plead guilty. Her trial was scheduled for October, before the mid-term elections. She will accept a 5-year sentence plus 3 years strict probation. No electronic devices or communication with media is allowed. The NSA contractor revealed that certain voting-machine companies were compromised — raising possibility 2016 outcome was rigged. Bad people who care nothing about democracy have silenced Reality Winner and driven her into anonymity.
Nevertheless, voting is what we must do until we no longer can. It’s the only recourse. Everyone pray for Reality Winner, NSA heroine, who rots in jail with no prospect of bail because she tried to alert Americans to terrors coming from sabotage of elections and loss of freedoms.
If the day comes when America can’t save itself by voting, it will be hard to avoid Civil War. The last war didn’t go well for anyone on either side. Difference this time is foreign agents crawling over our institutions & media.
These agents don’t like us. They foment civil unrest. They crave violence. Many play the role of patriots. They quote Bible passages — like Two Corinthians.
Don’t be fooled.
We have a lot to attend to, but the State Department and most other parts of government are being systematically dismantled. Here are three things among dozens to look after:
1 — China, Russia, and their allies are working furiously to overturn the global financial system. The plan is to leave USA and EU in the cold. It’s what bit-coin schemes are about. Think about it. USA financial clout is scary. Certain state-actors want to make impossible USA financial extortion of their leaders through sanctions and trading bans.
2 — Japan is accumulating the world’s largest inventory of bomb-grade plutonium. It built infra-structure to weaponize. It has developed modern missile systems. Focusing on Korea’s nuclear weapons means nothing. Are Koreans buying fissile material from Japan? It takes ten pounds to make a bomb. Japan has 47 tons and is adding 8 tons a year. Does anyone know for sure what the hell is going on? Is some samurai cult making a killing?
3 — Russia has developed a new generation of high-speed multiple-warhead missiles impossible to see or shoot down. They bragged about it on state TV. What happens if we attack North Korea and Russia comes to their defense like they did last time during first Korean War? What if China joins in, like last time? Read T. R. Fehrenbach’s book, This Kind of War. It could become a war where we get our pants handed to us — like last time.
Problems Russia presents go far beyond Korea; they extend to the Middle East certainly but also to the Americas where Russians have built military bases in Cuba and Venezuela. USA state and national elections are drowning in Russian interference according to intelligence agencies.
Media is powerless. It does not protect our country. It protects billionaires. We cannot expect to look to media, whether right or left, for insight or guidance. At its end, takedown of America is not going to be televised. The military is led in many instances by good-ole-boys from states of the Confederacy like Louisiana, Virginia, and Mississippi. It’s not ideal circumstance that leads necessarily to unity.
Current leaders, some of them, have proved to almost everyone they are haters. Many are white supremacists. The attorney general isn’t the only cabinet member with a reputation for racial bias. Members of the current administration behave like wolves in sheep’s clothing who hide their intentions between the covers of Bible and American flag.
Does it have to be this way?
Since WW2, USA killed millions of Koreans, Japanese, Arabs, Asians, Germans, Native Americans, and Africans. People around the world aren’t blind. They see USA’s love affair with guns, mass shootings of preschoolers, and extra-judicial executions of civilians by militarized police.
Rabid people like NRA gun nuts say the dead had it coming. Gun lovers have a duty to kill bad people to protect the world and our values. The way to stop bad persons is give good persons guns. Some say number of executions by USA gun-toters exceeds sixty-five million during modern era alone. Carnage flowing back to slavery & Indian Wars is incalculable.
People fear our leaders, and they should. America is a handful of countries short of conquering entire world. Under current leaders chances are good every country will fall under our power sooner, not later.
Like ancient Rome, USA has blood on its hands. We incarcerate millions of our own citizens in ratty prisons; tens-of-thousands rot in solitary confinement.
We have moral obligation in victory to become better people as we rule the world and force our values on people who do not necessarily share them 100%.
We have unmatched power; America is on cusp of living its destiny in total victory even as it dominates a world divided against itself, which is road to ruin according to Christ Jesus — who our political leaders say they worship, many during Congressional prayer breakfasts.
Yes, the president tried to get Speaker Ryan to fire the congressional chaplain. Yes, he canceled traditional Easter services at the White House. Well, they weren’t traditional. Black Muslim Obama started them. So, it’s all good, right? Can we get an amen from the White House press corps?
Because USA possesses unmatched power, the stable genius who leads may risk World War III. The writer of Trump’s masterwork, Art of the Deal, said if anyone starts nuclear war, it will be the Donald.
Is anyone certain when that war ends, it will be USA who counts bodies of the dead and writes their history? What if the other side counts our dead and writes our history? What then?
One thing about war is certain. The outcome is never certain. That chilling line from the screen play No Country for Old Men echoes in my head. In the contest between man and beast, the outcome is never certain. Rancher shoots cow. Bullet ricochets off cow’s head and kills rancher. Cow fine. Rancher dead.
No one ever really wins at war. If history teaches anything, it teaches that war solves nothing. Yes the victor gets first dibs on spoils, but in war to come spoils will be irradiated — poisoned by heavy metals.
Short of nuclear war, what can break America?
We have warriors on our side who are among the most powerful and dangerous who have ever walked planet Earth. Imagine the scariest ISIS terrorist. We have agents on our side who are scarier.
Felix Sater speaks fluent Russian because he was born and raised in Moscow, Russia. He says he and Michael Cohen became best friends after he & his sister were able to emigrate to America from Moscow via Israel when he was eight. During process of switching countries Felix changed his Russian family name to Sater. Who knows why? Michael Cohen is president’s fixer and attorney, right?
Felix Sater and the president are friends.
Felix changed his last name as a kind of joke, I think. In Kabbalah numerology, Hebrew letters for Sater add to “666”. It’s the only Hebrew root that adds to 666, so it’s easy to identify and remember.
It’s a word that means contrary, disheveled, or chaotic. The number was made infamous by book of Revelation in the Christian Bible. Chaos shares the number of the anti-Christ, apparently. Look it up.
666 Fifth Avenue is a property owned by Jared Kushner, the president’s son-in-law. He made the buy in 2007.
The president’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, bought “666 Fifth Avenue.” He and Sater may think it funny to own a building so named. Maybe it is.
God doesn’t scare them, is what they want folks to believe. They’re bad boys, and they’ll mess up anyone who crosses them. It’s what they like everyone to think, maybe. When they hurt little people, God looks the other way. They seem sure.
Felix smashed a piece of cut glass into someone’s face during a bar-fight. He spent year in prison for it. So yes, he can be scary. He bilked investors out of 40M dollars in Wall Street scams. I watched him apologize on national television to all he ruined while insisting that today he loves and serves America. He is a changed man.
He might be. I’m not saying he’s a liar but when I listened to his explanation, he reminded me of Michael Corleone in the movie, God Father Part Two, when he testified before a congressional committee.
In the movie, some readers might recall, Michael was a Marine combat veteran, defender of everything American, he told investigators. His reputation meant everything. Then again, he was a fiction invented by writer, Mario Puzo.
Sater is friend to the president. It’s true. Trump has powerful friends; some are family. His sister is judge who sits on second highest court in America — second only to the Supreme Court. His late uncle was an MIT professor.
NOTE BY EDITORS: In April 2019, Judge Maryanne Trump Barry retired from her position as federal appellate judge for the state of New York.
In the 1960s and 70s, government waged war against the Mafia. People got hurt. Many switched sides and made deals to stay out of prison.
This cooperation started after Castro came to power in Cuba in the 1960s. The CIA teamed with Sicilian families who had lost casinos in Cuba. The idea was to overthrow & assassinate Castro and various leaders of the revolution. They had some success.
Revolutionaries who were murdered are not known to most Americans so it’s pointless to name them. Readers can click on links at end of essay to learn more.
CIA didn’t need the mafia to kill Che Guevara. They and 1,800 special forces they trained in Guatemala were able to carry out that particular hit-job all by themselves with only the tiniest bit of encouragement from Rene Barrientos, president of Bolivia where Che was found.
I’m not picking on Felix. He didn’t start cooperating with FBI until after war with Sicilian mafia was mostly won. He has proved since he is untouchable and able to engage & influence most any power player on world stage. But in a fight for the survival of our republic and the freedom it promises ordinary people, are folks who seem to have no limits the best we have to defend us?
Are we truly defended, truly, for real, or are we undercut and subverted? Does right make might, or is it the other way around? I honestly don’t know. No one tells truth about anything anymore, it seems.
Rome was an empire unchallenged for a thousand years. It’s in the history books, right? The empire fought its wars on its frontiers to protect its heart, as does USA. In the end Rome fell because a mob of barbarians walked into the capitol city with clubs & broom handles and were hailed liberators.
The wealthy, most of them, lost everything because the army that defended Rome ran like rabbits from heroes who scared them with their hairy bodies, bad skin, and missing teeth. It took centuries for civilization to recover from that ancient catastrophe. Who knows if it’s true?
In the modern world, biological, chemical, & nuclear weapons will make meltdown harder to endure. Who agrees?
I’m taking a knee, hands folded, head down. I’m believing that in the gut of every thinking person is fear that no weapon in this world can protect any of us from what’s coming next.
Whatever it is, wherever it comes from, it’s moving fast.
It’s strong.
Scary.
Birds in sand cherry tree outside chirping like monkeys…
It’s morning already. Bevy Mae at the open window. She says sun is bright. Supposed to rain, according to Siri.
How is it I haven’t slept and the time for sleeping is past?
Stay up all night again? Bevy Mae asks.
I feel good. I’m not tired.
I reach for my wife. She pushes me away then messes my hair.
