Hobo Agitator Killed by Herd Immunity

It’s like a movie but all too real.
The “Invaders from Mars” have taken hold of the reins of power and completed a bloodless coup (sort of)
That’s what’s happened to the herd, under new ownership …

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Frank Little and the Speculator Mine disaster, 1917

CORRECTION: In the previous blog entry I had implied that The Modern Library and The Library of America were the same thing. It turns out not. The Modern Library was founded in 1917. The Library of America was founded in 1979. [1][2][3]

Censorship and worse was imposed in the U.S. during World War I hysteria, I wrote in the previous blog entry. [1] An example of “worse” would be the lynching of “the hobo agitator”, Frank Little. “Patriotic hysteria swept the country. The Espionage Act virtually criminalised any opposition as treachery.” Unafraid, Frank Little called the war “a capitalist slaughter-fest for which no worker should die.”. One night at 3 am men wearing face masks came for Little. They hauled him away and lynched him. Dashiell Hammett may have been involved. A numerical message was left at the crime scene: “Others take…

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I was struck by that article recently. History we say, is mostly about “dates”: 1066, 1776, 1914, 2001 …

Where do historic dates come from? Who started them, chose and organised them and why?

I wondered a bit but until recently it didn’t seem a very important question in itself.

Others have disagreed! It’s a whole big area once you start to look a little bit.

If you want to know where to begin researching “history” and “whose story it is” you will do well to begin with the link above. I recommend it . But maybe best to start at the beginning, to get the basics right.

I would recommend another article by Stephen:


for getting familiar withsome of these basics. There’s a link in there on how to start studying history too.

Here’s my final contribution for what it’s worth. A picture tells a story: Here’s a famous picture by Turner.

It’s unclear yet evocative. Impression-istic . I’ve always found it interesting

How clear is anything in this picture? It’s telling us, the viewer, something … like his-story does.

Are you aware of danger?

It’s going to be rolled out worldwide imho

unnecessary news from earth

Think of an island; it is one of the places people hear the most often. An island, a place where almost every rich state on world wants to get a share because of an interest, the citizens do not have much of a right to speak, but somehow, an island that is introduced to the world as if the citizens have a voice, by the rulers and power holders. It’s actually a heavenly place. But…

Very strange things have been happening on this island for about 1.5 years. Yes, everything has started after the pandemic in Cyprus.

Let’s look at what has happened only since January 10 in Cyprus, without mentioning what happened last year for now.

In these days, if you are a Cyprus citizen, you must fill the forms such as “DECLARATION OF CITIZEN’S MOVEMENT BY EXCEPTION” on your way out home. The first document on…

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Go have a look and find out some more about Edwin Johnson


1901, Oct. 3 – He died at the age of only 59.


“”If,” he said (it was one of his last utterances)– “if, in the future, there are any inquiries about me, say, ‘I live in my books.’””
– Edward A. Petherick (1904)

Edwins’s piece on the Pauline Epistles- I’m editing a version to be more up to date.

I hope he approves of it!

Also his massive book on English Culture and History:


Equal and Opposite

            Pre the intro, re the intro…

I have to thank all those who brought me to this point, where I’m so keyed up I’m gagging on my words. It’s been so long since I escaped out into print you see.

Of course the first one’s for the big one- Mr Big Himself- GOD. I can literally and most sincerely say that I wouldn’t be either sitting on this plane NOW nor sitting here later on the same planet, writing down a word by word resume of what I think about the whole enchilada, if it weren’t for his initial impetus. I could quote from some of the stuff I’ve served up to him over this last half century and at a rate not adjacent to time and a quarter but it’s mostly dry and dusty and unopened- only joking.

So goddam touchy, I’m not complaining. Don’t worry.

But there honestly was no bloody response. I’m just not complaining about it.

One Monday morning he switched the light on and Lo! A hundred million billion years later or so I’m patching into my state of the art lappy. Blooming marvellous! If I’m not too unlucky I might get some moments of fame as well as some euros for my trouble haha ….

We’ll soon at that crucial topic sentence folks, where the first pungent whiff gives you a starting point. It gives you a choice; have I got an urge to continue or to race off to the little room. I’m going to say, for the sake of argument, that it started once upon a time. Now that doesn’t mean that it really did start there or then but we gotta pick a spot to dance round. We can’t keep wandering on and on looking for a place to shake hands and begin our duel to the death.

It’s not that kind of story atch: I mean it’s not a fairy tale set in modern times  …

Spose I mean that there is/are more than one beginning to the story and so to focus on one is a partial fallacy. It might start when I’m born or my parents or theirs and then by procession of events all back to my father in law Adamdamnman. So you see that is a problem if you know at the same time I’m trying to be accurate and “Tell the Truth” …

It started a long time ago when I was in Miss Blenkinsop’s Junior class. We had extra writing to do because someone had crapped behind the bike sheds again- and nobody would own up this time. It had to be dredged out somehow …

You see I’m doing the bit where the fatted calf returns with his/her pockets bulging with wealth and all the rest except, I’m still thin and my pockets are visibly slack and my moods one approaching exasperation at how many times my delivery’s been marked to follow; but I’m game enough to pick my time and place with my mobile and to go out there to get another few shots. You’d think that by now I’d be writhing on the floor at the number of times I’ve been given the runaround but I do enjoy a challenge: And I do my share of writhing, I assure you …

– I just want to know why the person who did it, did it. None of us was going to fall for that one Miss. We’d been done that way many times before …

– If someone thinks that they know who did it- or who might have done it- I’ll be looking at the reports again… she let that one hang for a moment like a wriggly worm. Might get a taker there. Lots of time to kill before afternoon break. If she let us have it at all. I put my hand up.

– Miss I think I might know something. Her eyes swivelled to lock on mine: I practiced calm empty mind, the only way …

– My little Nemo. Good boy. I can see another A* coming up. Damn those to damnation who go against the spirit of the rule of  law. That’s what we say isn’t it Nemo?

I had to keep quiet for that. I looked as worried as I dared. This would need confirmation. Would anyone else follow my lead?

– I was round there this morning when I locked my bike and I thought I saw a shadow of someone in the long grass, Miss. How fresh was it, Miss?

That would make her think a bit. What could she say? Kids always found this subject fascinating.

I looked away to the window to take a deep breath of relief. She must think I’m pondering deeply on that mythical shadow in the long grass. I’d noticed traces of movement- some flattened down patches-when I’d actually looked to check how the hoopoe nestlings were getting on. So in my mind I panned over the area focussing on my empty mind: Don’t let her see those little birdies …

Her eyes swept the room. Now was the moment for divine intervention or we’d miss our ten minutes in the sunshine. I had to keep a lid on the feeling or she’d react to that too. Empty mind, empty mind. Then someone spoke …

– Sorry to interrupt you Sir. Would you like a drink? Bloody Hell. The hostess had arrived. I was miles away. And years away. That was travelling indeed! Wish I could market it somehow- make a fortune. At least. Maybe several habloodyhaha …

I picked something hot for now and something cold for later on. She decided to leave both now to save me waiting for someone to come round again. I sipped from each in turn. Seemed a good idea. My mind was drawn back down through the years but it was like the Time Tunnel. It ended up in a slightly different crossroad of spacetime each time round.

Confused? You will be! I sure was/am …

Part the First ~ In the beginning are the words…

Here I am then flying on a plane and sitting on the ground at the same time! Talk about confusing! It’s all relative tho as dear old Uncle Albert said, is the earth moving or only the cart? The plane journey is safely in the past now, all done and dusted. I’m sitting later on collecting the bits and pieces together and making them into a pile for the bonfire this evening. ( set fire to the day’s work at nightfall each day. The start of each evening’s celebrations- I find it helps me the next day to start with a fresh pile of paper … )

I’m returning to my origins of course as we all do sooner or later if we’re really lucky, so I tell myself. (Or unlucky son!) I’ve been away far too long- of course I’ll admit that first. Now when should I say that and to whom? Dad? The ostensible Head of Family. That will please him no end I hope. I’ll say how I wish I’d had the courage to do as you did, to grit your teeth and stay. I’ll say… yes I’ll say I ran off to safety and here I’m back and also big enough to admit it. I’m grown up enough for that now. Be open and honest, got nothing to hide. I’m wondering when I got the idea to leave anyway; when I decided to evade the encroaching nets. When I noticed it. When was it … roughly …

If I think back hard I can just about remember it first whacking into me one day like a train. At school a few years later and there I was sitting idly in a science lesson: Sir was banging on about dear Old Isaac, bless him, starring in one of those cameo roles, going through his laws of motion- discovering them over again. All of them. Three apples, three laws count the bumps 1,2,3. Now I’m sure I’m not alone in having had to learn to develop a sort of coping apparatus for processing gump like they dumped onto me/you/us at regular intervals. For some reason Newton’s laws seemed to keep returning under various file names, in different connexions again and again during those long years when I was first condemned to serving time inside schoolrooms …

It was something that we had all sure as Hell had to get used to right from day uno, absolutely had to I say, obeying orders conveyed from on high; however contradictory and confusing they seemed to our uninformed, naïve minds, it was important to follow and obey them without question. There was no more dangerous cry to get both Sir and Miss on your back than for someone to accuse you of ‘not following orders’.

– Nemo, just do it lad! Paint it, white first then back to black. White. Black. What I say when I say. Now please. Jump. Sit. Write. Run.

I hear again a selection of some of my favourite phrases from yesteryear. It’s just like when I stroll down memory lane with my old dansette playing vinyl. They have an annoying habit tho these phrases, in that every now and then one of will interrupt my scheduled times for r’n’r- in other words they haunt my night and I wake up sweating again. I hear them uttered generations later and I wonder if they are having any effect that I no longer notice …

From our earliest days at school, we did just what we were told and learnt what we were told. No more, no less. After that, what we did with their facts and the information, after we had passed our tests, was entirely up to us. It was as if the stuff itself was “value free” and of no intrinsic worth, after it learnt us good grades. Unfortunately, one day I heard someone jokingly call out one of my absolute favourites, as I passed on my way to my next feeding lesson at the troughs of knowledge:

– Inwardly digest you little bastard!

Some of this gump has been swimming around in my mouth since then for a long time now and you might say I’m fed up. What’s more my jaw’s sore. Chew, chew, chew.

– Don’t bolt your food, Laddie. Chew it carefully, and get the goodness out.

So good boy me, I chewed it and chewed it very carefully and diligently indeed and I’ve come up with this bolus in my mouth.

– Spit it out laddie. Don’t be shy. Come in and sit down. We won’t bite. Well not all of us, haha…only Miss Blenkinsop and she’s outside- looking for you I hear! Hahaha, only joking. Like to see you jump. Not really. Have some rooibos tea. It’s good and strong by now.

So. There I sat a good boy amid others repeating my first day again, still gazing with open adoration at them, the present masters and mistresses of my newest universe, reminding me somehow of previous ones in my past. I’d brought along some of my certificates and diplomas as I’d been told, to prove that I had learnt enough while I was having my batteries charged up to scratch. God, this new job takes me back to years ago, when I was being prepared for this second leg of this lifelong journey I embarked on at birth. My last first day at school. Day Uno as a resident warder I was returning to my previous haunt…

I’d like to get on with the main point but it seems that my timetable says otherwise, as right at the beginning, I’m breaking my journey for a moment, to stretch my legs and get some air into my lungs. Starting with a free period! what luck! I’ve got to set the scene, give you a bit of background as they say. So start with the scenery. The place. Person, place, event. The Unities- thanks Sir for reminding me ….

But what about me then? I’m the host and it would be very remiss of me not to at least try to make you welcome. You won’t relax and sit back to listen to the sound of my voice, unless you feel a little more secure, or less insecure, safe and warm in my company.

I recognise this current way station, to be a bog-standard staffroom, which has put in many years of distinguished service. Probably due to get a plaque soon. It’s ironic, you know where I’m forced to pause for a breath of fresher air, at this tiny halt in an insignificant dorpihood, in this staff waiting room perilously poised just outside the outskirts of our glorious civilisation, could near enough be a clone of one belonging to the very same school I was sentenced to spend those wasted years of my youth. Auspicious or what?

Overcome with emotion I stumble to the balcony and drag down some murky air into my heaving chest. It’s such a relief at being outside for a while so that despite feeling dizzy, I am also sorely tempted to jump the fence and pour forth in song! Now that wouldn’t do on my first day here. I’ve got this monster debt to repay to society that’s why. They’re not that desperate they’ll allow me to skive off … No Way!

Bloody Hell! I nearly got carried away there, nearly lost it. Better not let it happen again. It’s these little tastes of freedom though, now and then, that will tend to set me off. I know that you never can get enough once you’ve been incarcerated. Funny that. The wanting to sing I mean. Like a dove. Yes, I volunteered to return for a special offer for a limited period trial term! Am I mad? However much they pay me! Howls of derision I hear from you! Lamb to the slaughter. Tell me to take their money and scarper. I let them pay me a joining fee too, so now of course I’m utterly hooked in John Lee …

I take my cup of murky tea and look for someone to talk to or alternatively, just somewhere to sit. Thinking back in time as I go round the room looking at how little has changed, I can’t say that I remember a lot of what I did and occupied myself with, during my long first stretch; but I do know that almost all of my time I was wearing short trousers. I was probably sitting there one sunny day before the war, pretending to be at least fairly professional; in other words if challenged I could repackage the last sentences; well more like regurge actually. Depended a bit on Sir’s mood that was, because erratically he suffered whims of having to scourge those apparently staring back cheekily at him; but if you took the right tack downwind, a cunning plan might deflect the divine flood of his wrath- ten cents to a pound some other poor bugger’d would get an asteroid/piece of chalk in their ear instead …

Someone just had to. It was the nature of the game. It seemed that every day someone had to suffer slow torture in that dirty stinky science lab, always smelling of chemicals, where schoolboys were- even then when doing A levels- usually quite sensibly thinking hard about something completely different …

– Bloody Hell! I ejaculated quietly under my breath- transported hundreds of thousands of light years from far reaches of deep space. Hundreds of thousands of light years I swear. What if Isaac’s ideas about motion referred to people as much as they did to atoms and molecules? People remained at rest or were persuaded to move an kept in straight lines until stopped by friction or obstacles- the first law. If acted on by a force people changed direction in response to that force- the second. This action produced an equal and opposite reaction- the third. I had to have time to think this out. Had I even got the nub of it?

– Something you’d care to share with us, young man? His tone laced across my cheek drawing blood. He’d been trying to nail me for a while, on and off; unsuccessfully so far. Go on the counter attack.

– Only me stomach, sorry Sir I think someone’s been at the phenolphthalein in the Dorms. It’s only a rumour, mind…

His face darkened, him being responsible for the dangerous chemicals in stock and parents always writing to the Brigadier to complain about their sons’ run of runs at the vaguest whimper. He grimaced at me.

– Permission to skive off. Here’s a pass. Go see Matron. Find out if it’s true and if it is, I may let you off your detention.

– But Sir, I did all my work. Every bit and the diagrams. Took me hours.

– Pence you mean. So you say. I think you paid Fraser. I recognise his lettering. I’m a scientist. Point taken? And you don’t even stay in the Dorms anymore … now voetsak/get lost! He waves me away …

I left before he laid into me any more. I went and looked through Matron’s window; she signalled me to return in ten minutes. She must have been having a smoke break. I sat on a bench in the Quad. I had a note and could plead an attack of waves of nausea- if anyone queried.

I practised several pained expressions and brooded awhile on my bench in the shade …

Event 2020 at end of Phase 1

This article is a summary of what Jon Rappoport has written extensively on each of the five key events.

ONE: The false claim that a new virus was discovered and isolated.
No true isolation has been performed. The so-called genetic sequencing of the virus was actually a concoction, a cobbling together of pieces of data referencing segments of RNA. These segments were PRESUMED to be parts of the new virus—but researchers didn’t have the virus, so their presumptions amounted to fraud.
TWO: The erecting of a diagnostic test (PCR) for the virus they didn’t have. Obviously, no such test has meaning. It is built on the same sorts of absurd assumptions that led to the fictional discovery of the virus. However, strategically speaking, the test has produced millions of “positive results,” which are taken to mean “infected by the virus.” On this foundation of sand, the lockdowns were declared.
THREE: The Chinese lockdown of 50 million citizens, for no medical reason. This unprecedented event provided the model for other governments, and for the CDC and the World Health Organization. Now it was “acceptable” to imprison the global population and wreak economic devastation across the planet.
FOUR: The absurd computer prediction of 500,000 deaths in the UK and two million in the US, made by historically failed modeler, Neil Ferguson. His institute at the Imperial College of London is bankrolled by Bill Gates. Ferguson’s predictions were used to convince Trump and Boris Johnson that states of emergency and lockdowns were necessary.
FIVE: The forced premature deaths of millions of elderly people across the world—which were falsely called “COVID-19 deaths.”
These people were and are suffering from multiple long-term health conditions, made far worse by decades of medical treatment with toxic drugs. Terrified by a COVID diagnosis, then isolated from family and friends, they give up and die.

There are other important events, to be sure, but those are the key five.

There is the whole financial background, driving the pandemic: John Titus and his site Best Evidence on YT has done several explanations

I also found this book very helpful and the authors have done many interviews online

Tim Kelly on the Realist Report

Tim Kelly on the Realist Report

💬 Misquotation Pandemic and Disinformation Polemic: 🧠 Mind Pollution by Viral Falsity 🦠

An excellent post with lots of helpful information.
Learn the truth to help you survive all these lies we’re surrounded by in 2020into 2021

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As the third decade of the third millenium dawns, the skill and resolve for winnowing truth from falsehood have become more wanting in humans than ever before. Falsity trumps honesty, and fallacy swamps clarity. In short supply and chronic retreat are the cognitive tools and intellectual acumen necessary to recognize the errors or defects propagated in quotations, statements and claims from numerous sources, including the media, academia, luminaries, dignitaries, celebrities, ideologues, politicians, stakeholders, advertisers, influencers, Internet users and bloggers, particularly in the era of misquotations and disinformation, numerous instances of which seem to be intractably stoking people’s partial or utter ignorance as…

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“Mercola: Whistleblowers Claim Pandemic Is The Greatest Hoax Ever Perpetuated On The Human Race”

It’s agrim future ahead of us, neither part of the 1%+5% nor the 94%
We’re in No Man’s Land and can only support each other in this

The New Abnormal

Image: http://www.technocracy.news

Also see:

Anti-Vaccine Warrior Brandy Vaughan of “Learn The Risk” Found Dead:

Brandy Vaughan was a sales representative for Merck Pharmaceuticals that figured out the danger and risk of that industry, and the criminal behavior evident in the pursuit of profits over lives. The scandal that caused her to leave concerned the deadly drug Vioxx, which according to Vaughan caused 100,000 deaths, but some reports claim as many as 500,000 died due to this poisonous drug.

Brandy left Merck before Vioxx was pulled from the market in 2004, and in May of 2015, she founded an anti-vaccination group namedLearn The Riskwhere she had been working as a founder and executive director until her last breath…


She [Brandy] was a staunch defender of health rights, and was very outspoken about the deadly effects and side effects of vaccines. She was well versed in these…

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We’re at the end of Phase 1

We don’t know what’s coming next but it’s all planned very carefully: Power unbalancing Us

I guess it’s more Fear and Loathing, to use a timeworn phrase #Love&Fear

Make Fear more powerful and direct ensuing Loathing towards particular targets

Thank you to everyone I’ve communicated during with this exceptional time