MAKE AMERICA BREAK AGAIN


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.

Isn’t it obvious?

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 wars can 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 contrarydisheveled, 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.

Mona Lisa smile.

I feel hope.

Billy Lee

RISK

Everyone wants to live as long as possible, right? Well, maybe not everyone.

Someone confided in me that their nightmare was they wouldn’t die; they would never get respite from an existence that terrified them, that depressed them, that hurt them, that disappointed and discouraged them; that humiliated them; that abused them; that made them wish they were never born.

Another friend confessed that she wished she had never been born because she was afraid to die. The certainty of death made living not worth the trouble. Anxiety about the end of life robbed her of joy. She found that she was unable to kick back and relax, because dark angels circled just outside her field of vision; one day, she was certain, the angels were going to pounce. The end would be brutal.

I remember hearing a story about a young mother who lay dying while her family knelt at her bedside. A scene of sweet-sorrow unfolded as the woman struggled to breathe in the presence of loved-ones. A worried husband, anxious toddlers, her parents, and a few close friends sang hymns to reassure and cast comfort. They clung to one another united by the belief that God would carry momma gently to heaven in his caring arms.

Momma didn’t experience death that way. She bolted up, away from her pillow. She stared wild-eyed at something behind her visitors; something no one saw.

She screamed. No! No! No! 

Momma dropped off the bed, slammed to the floor, and rolled onto her back making a loud crack — like a toppled refrigerator. She stared at the ceiling, face frozen, eyes open; crazed, except that now she was dead and too heavy for anyone to move.


Steve McQueen died at age 50 from cardiac arrest at a cancer treatment facility in Mexico in 1980. He made thirty movies; many were blockbusters.

Some people love life and don’t want to leave. I remember Steve McQueen, an actor from yesteryear who had everything to live for. He was a happy race-car enthusiast, a leading man in movies, incredibly handsome, kind, and grateful for every blessing his wonderful life showered on him.

He got cancer. Stateside doctors told him he had no chance. Death was certain. He traveled to Mexico to seek out a cancer recovery center he learned about from friends.

I remember hearing him weep during a radio interview because, he said, the medical director had saved his life. He thanked him again and again. He couldn’t say it enough. I felt touched. He loved life; his gratitude seemed to resonate with the voices of the angels. I would have gladly traded places with him.

Two days later, the newspapers and television news shows reported that he died. What went through his mind when he finally realized that his life wasn’t going to turn out the way he planned?

For people who seek death, death is easy to find — if they have the courage to face what comes after; if the pain of living exceeds the risks of non-existence or the risks of being reborn as someone new or the possibility of falling into the pits of Hell or wherever they imagine might lie the alternative to the pain of life on Earth. Relief is as close as the closeted gun, the nearest bridge, the bottle of medicine in the bathroom cabinet.

I feel bad for people who have been ruined, I do. Far more people kill themselves than are killed by others. No one believes it, but it’s true.

I don’t want to dwell on the ruined, because another class of people — a smaller group, I sometimes wonder — want to live.


The man shown in this pic (from 2011) was active and working at age 106. He and hundreds like him have been the subject of scientific studies about human longevity. They are kind and gentle people who enjoy life by all accounts; they wish only to live as long as possible.

These are the folks who never suffer from depression; experience a major illness; spend time in hospital or prison; lose a child or spouse; worry about the sparkle of a crooked tooth or the part on their head of radiant hair. They don’t worry about any lack of symmetry that might render them unattractive — or about getting their way in life, because they always do.

I want to talk about the powerful, beautiful, effective people who everyone seems to want to be. I want to talk about the happy people like Steve McQueen who will always chase a fantasy, because they want to live in the worst, most desperate way.

I want to talk about the people who freeze themselves in the hope that in a benevolent future they will be thawed, and life will continue; I want to talk about the people who take 150 pills a day to prevent every ailment and strengthen every sinew.

I want to talk about the brilliant, optimistic people who expect that if they can just figure things out the right way, life awaits them for as long as they want it.  It’s all up to them. They will find a way to make life last; to achieve an eternal success, because they always have.

Is it time for a reality check?

Is this a good time to reveal some truths? — shocking truths, perhaps, for a few readers?  I want to predict our futures — all of our futures — as separate individuals with private lives; and as a species — a species anthropologists describe by the Latin words, homo sapiens, (smart people), which they use among themselves to differentiate you and me from all the other groups of living things we rarely notice or even think about.

Let’s smarten up for a few moments and defend our reputation among the kingdoms of the animals and the plants. Let’s think about best case scenarios for survival and whether we can make our dreams come true.

One statistic to keep in mind that is easily verified (and it might startle some readers): two-thirds of all deaths are not caused by aging.

So let’s move on.

Who wants to start with species survival? Who would rather address the riddle about how to lengthen an individual life?

Ok, the responses I think I hear in my head are nearly unanimous. People want to know how they themselves can live longer, correct?  People want to know how long they will live when everything is set right.

So, why not start with a best case scenario for individuals?  I promise to address the issues of survival for homo sapiens later, after a few paragraphs more.

Here are some simple, best-case-scenario assumptions:

Assume that disease is eradicated. We reach a state under the protections of ObamaCare (or maybe Trump-Care, who knows?) where no one dies in hospital anymore; all diseases have cures and can be prevented; in fact, disease is eliminated from the face of the earth — no bacterial or viral infections; no malevolent genes gone haywire; no Alzheimer’s or mental impairments; no more skin rashes or herpes or warts or annoying ear-wax that morphs into septic brain infections.

Disease is gone. Now take another step. Make a leap of faith. Assume that the genetics of aging is solved and that no one grows old. No one deteriorates. Skin does not wrinkle; no more age spots or rotting teeth; loss of hair and muscle-mass becomes a thing of the past. Aches and pains and constipation and diarrhea and acid reflux — what be them? They gone!

Our long medical nightmare is over, to paraphrase the words of President Gerald Ford on the night he pardoned Dick Nixon so that no prosecutor could ever charge and convict him for being a crook and throwing an election.

OK. What now become the odds for our survival?  How long can one person expect to live?  I think everyone can see, there’s something we didn’t consider; one thing no one thought of; a missing piece in the puzzle of living-large that is going to leap up and grab each of us sooner or later — unless we live bundled by bubble-wrap in a bunker, miles below the surface of the earth. We all know what it is, right?

It happens when we bike on a country road, and a candy-coking cell-talker in a Corvette runs us over. It happens when we climb Mount Everest (just to cross it off our bucket-list) and whoops! someone in the group forgot to tie their shoelaces. People see a video on the evening news — dead people buried in snow.

It happens when flying an airplane — a flock of geese smashes the windscreen. The pilot gets sucked out the opening — shredded by shards of glass.

We visit an amusement park to thrill ourselves on a ride that throws us upside down and — oops again! — an unscheduled stop; a mechanical malfunction. Two hours later, rescued, we’re vegetables. Homo sapiens don’t do well hanging upside down for long periods.

Yes, the one thing no one counted on is accidents.



Accidents kill a lot of people every single day. And nothing is going to change that fact unless people decide to live in virtual reality and never get off the couch to go outdoors or walk their dog.

What exactly are the statistics of accidents?

Well, every year one person in a thousand dies in a screw-up by somebody, usually themselves. It doesn’t sound like much, but for the person who dies it’s one death too many. Anyone who expects to live 25,000 years should perform a statistical analysis to see what the chances are they will live that long.

Why guess?

The way the math works is this: figure the chances of living deadly-accident-free for one year (it’s 999/1000), then multiply this number by itself for each year of life.

Save time by using the exponent key on a calculator to enter years, anyone who doesn’t want to spend a week multiplying the same number over and over 25,000 times. The result will give the chances for survival over a span of that many years. Try some other numbers to make comparisons.

The bottom line is this: no one has any realistic hope at all of living more than 10,000 years or so. Of the seven billion humans alive today, only one in 22,000 can expect to live to the age 10,000.

A mere 2,000 people out of 7,000,000,000 will survive to see year 15,000. There’s a small chance (one in ten) that a solitary person might make it to 25,000 years, but they will be an outlier; a statistical anomaly. Who wants to be an anomaly?  Not me.

In most cases; under the most realistic scenarios, the chances are that everyone alive today is going to be dead at age 25,000 because of accidents alone. They will die healthy though. It might be consolation for some.

No one will make it to year 25,000. That’s my bet. It’s not going to happen 90% of the time. 

Accidents happen.

OK. Now that everybody knows that our individual situation is hopeless, what about the survival of our species — the human race (for those who disdain the scientific term, homo sapiens)?


Not sure why this video, but it’s pretty good, so let’s go with it. 


I am sorry to report that the survival odds for our species are actually far worse than the odds for our survival as individuals. This depressing fact means that we can totally ignore the individual survival scenario we just took so much effort to describe. If our species dies-off early, individuals are going to die early too.

How can this terrible situation be possible? It seems so unfair.

I’ve been reading the book Global Catastrophic Risks — a collection of essays edited by Nick Bostrom and Milan M. Cirkovic — first published nine years ago (in 2008) when species survival was more certain than it is now. These brilliant men collected essays written by other forward-thinking geniuses who describe in delirious detail thirteen (or so) existential threats to the survival of humans. Some readers might want to review the list.

1 – Systems-based risks and failures

2 – Super-volcanism

3 – Comets and asteroids

4 – Supernovae, gamma-ray bursts, solar flares, and cosmic rays

5 – Climate change

6 – Plagues and pandemics

7 – Artificial intelligence

8 – Social collapse

9 – Nuclear War

10 – Nuclear Terrorism

11 – Biotechnology

12 – Nanotechnology

13 – Totalitarianism

The authors argue that certain scenarios involving these threats will create an inevitable cascade of events that lead to the melt-down of civilization and a kill-strike against the human-species. I decided to assign a 1 in 10,000 chance of occurrence to each of these 13 catastrophes and crunch the numbers to understand how much danger people on Earth might be facing.

What I discovered scared me.


A super-volcano eruption in Toba, Indonesia 70,000 years ago reduced the population of humans on Earth to less than 4,000. Volcanoes that we know about today, like the one under Yellowstone National Park, might be larger and more dangerous.  

For one thing, it’s not possible to know if 1 in 10,000 is an optimistic or pessimistic assessment of each of these risks. Nuclear war might be 1 in 100; climate change — 1 in 50; asteroids — 1 in 50,000; supernovae — 1 in 100,000,000; artificial intelligence — 1 in 10.

Who knows?

Can humans survive 10,000 years without a pandemic or nuclear war? No one knows.

Experts resort to heuristics, which erupt from biases even they don’t know they carry. I suppose a gut-check by an expert has more validity than a seat-of-the-pants guess by a pontificator. I will give you that. But the irony is that no matter who is right, no one will know because we are all going to die.

Evidence in the fossil and genetic record already shows that at least three human-like species are known to have come and gone during the past several 100,000 years or so, including Neanderthals and Denisovans. Extinction of intelligent, human-like species happens more often than not — 3 out of 4 times, maybe more if scientists continue to dig and look.

Number-crunching shows that if my 1 in 10,000 or so years risk assessments are anywhere close to being realistic, humans have no more than a 1 in 4 chance to avoid extinction during the next 1,000 years. Our chance to survive approaches zero as the number of years reaches into the realm of 5,000 years and beyond.

Humans have recorded their stories for 5,000 years. Some call these stories, history. Sometime during the next 5,000 years, history will end unless humans lower the odds of these catastrophes to much less than 1 in 10,000.



We are truly stupid — dumber than earthworms — to refuse to make the effort to increase our survival prospects by lowering these probabilities, these ratios, to one-in-one-hundred-thousand or better still, one-in-a-million or even better, one-in-one-hundred million. Why not one-in-a-gazillion?

How? It’s the big question.

Reducing odds of catastrophe is the most important thing. It’s urgent. Failure seals our fate.

We search the heavens. No one seems to be broadcasting from out there. Maybe it’s something simple like Miyake events, which some argue make communication infrastructure near stars impossible to sustain.  

What science hears is silence… and tiny chirps, yes, but not from crickets.

Doomsday clocks? 

They’re ticking.

Billy Lee