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THE PEDOPHILE INVESTIGATION CONTINUES

 

THE PEDOPHILE INVESTIGATION AT PENN STATE

 

HOW FAR WILL IT GO?

 

NOVEMBER 11, 2011. The Jerry Sandusky pedophile scandal, which has resulted in key firings at Penn State University, including revered football coach Joe Paterno—for not doing enough to report what he had been told about Sandusky—has many miles to go.

 

Sandusky, former assistant football coach at Penn State, has been charged with 40 criminal counts. Sandusky had a charity for “at-risk kids,” The Second Mile. Deadspin has uncovered a chart mapping out, county by Pennsylvania county, the foundation’s reach. Nearly 400,000 kids have been involved.

 

That’s enormous. I’m not sure I believe those figures. They may have been inflated by Second Mile. I don’t know. But anything resembling 400,000 means investigators and reporters have to consider an obvious question:

 

If Sandusky is guilty as charged, was he the only one preying on children? Was he using his connections to bring other pedophiles into the scene?

 

As I reported earlier, Pittsburgh radio host Mark Madden, basing his opinion on conversations with other reporters, believes it is quite possible that Sandusky was “pimping out” kids to rich donors (presumably donors to Second Mile).

 

If Sandusky is a pedophile, as charged, who else was he possibly involved with? Will he be pressured by law enforcement to reveal other names of predators? Will someone with influence try to limit the investigation?

 

If, as is likely, many people at Penn State knew, for years, that Sandusky was up to something strange, even though they didn’t know the details, what are chances that other pedophiles, knowing that Sandusky was potentially connected to huge numbers of children through Second Mile, approached him wanting favors?

 

Or that he approached them?

 

These other pedophiles could have included cautious careful men, men with resources and connections. If so, then we could easily be talking about a network. For years, Sandusky occupied a prestigious position at Penn State, itself a famous university.

 

Sport reporters, whistling in the dark, enamored of football programs, fancying themselves amateur psychologists and sociologists, are spouting the familiar line about “healing wounds.” They’re rushing to judgment, wanting Penn State to recover and move forward. If this investigation is not compromised, that isn’t about to happen. This isn’t a case of one football player shooting somebody or running his car into a tree. The stale progression of “mistake,” apology, rehab, and restoration is from another universe.

 

It’s been public knowledge that the grand jury on Sandusky, which released its findings last week, has been sitting for some time. During that period, there has been ample opportunity for criminals to destroy records and correspondence, make payoffs, issue threats, and close down connections.

 

Here is a fragment about a key year, 1998, based (by the Huffington Post) on the grand jury findings:

 

 

1998 – Victim 6 is taken into the locker rooms and showers when he is 11 years old. When Victim 6 is dropped off at home, his hair is wet from showering with Sandusky. His mother reports the incident to the [Penn State] university police, who investigate.

Detective Ronald Schreffler testifies that he and State College Police Department Detective Ralph Ralston, with the consent of the mother of Victim 6, eavesdrop on two conversations the mother of Victim 6 has with Sandusky. Sandusky says he has showered with other boys and Victim 6’s mother tries to make Sandusky promise never to shower with a boy again but he will not. At the end of the second conversation, after Sandusky is told he cannot see Victim 6 anymore, Schreffler testifies Sandusky says, “I understand. I was wrong. I wish I could get forgiveness. I know I won’t get it from you. I wish I were dead.”

Jerry Lauro, an investigator with the Pennsylvania Department of Public Welfare, testifies he and Schreffler interviewed Sandusky, and that Sandusky admits showering naked with Victim 6, admits to hugging Victim 6 while in the shower and admits that it was wrong.

The case is closed after then-Centre County District Attorney Ray Gricar decides there will be no criminal charge.

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This is the same Ray Gricar who, in 2005, disappeared and has never been found. Police discovered, in his home, that he (or someone) had been searching on his computer for ways to wipe hard drives.

In 1999, a year after charges against Sandusky were not pursued, Sandusky resigned from coaching. This was unexpected. He had a very successful career in Penn State football. This leads to the speculation that someone at Penn State knew about Sandusky (knew something about his pedophile activities), and wanted the coach out of there. Yet, until last week, when grand jury findings were released, Sandusky still had informal access to University athletic facilities. Why? Was it just a case of turning a blind eye and hoping “everything would be all right?” Or were there people at Penn State who were afraid Sandusky might blow the whistle on their own criminal activities?

It was there, in 2002, in the Penn State locker room showers, that (according to a witness, now assistant coach Mike McQueary) Sandusky raped a young boy. This was the incident that was reported to several Penn State employees, including coach Joe Paterno, but was apparently never reported to local police.

Aside from Sandusky, there is at least one other connection between Penn State and Second Mile. In 1998, Wendell V Courtney was an attorney for Second Mile and was also the chief counsel for Penn State. In fact, in 1998, he reviewed the police report on Jerry Sandusky and, as Deadspin reports, Courtney continued to represent Second Mile for another 13 years. Courtney has, according to Deadspin, tried to say his association with Second Mile began in 2009, but this has been denied by Pennsylvania Attorney General spokesman Nils Fredericksen. Courtney was the attorney for Second Mile until this past Monday. He served as counsel for Penn State until last year.

State College is a city in Pennsylvania’s Centre County, home to the University Park campus of Penn State University. State College is also where, in 1977, Jerry Sandusky founded his youth charity, Second Mile. We will see what other connections have existed between Penn State and Second Mile.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

UPDATE ON PEDOPHILE STORY

 

UPDATE ON PEDOPHILE STORY

 

Looks like the “rich donors at Penn State” I referred to in my last piece may be rich donors at The Second Mile, the foundation for kids run by Jerry Sandusky, accused pedophile. The story is in mad flux. Drudge is linking to accusations of a pedophile ring AND the story of the 2005 disappearance of prosecutor Ray Gricar.

 

Jon

PEDOPHILE SEX RING AT PENN STATE?

 

IS THIS A PEDOPHILE SEX RING?

 

By Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

November 10, 2011.

 

MarkMadden, a Pennsylvania radio host, wrote a piece about Jerry Sandusky, the accused Penn State pedophile, back in April, while a grand jury was deciding whether to indict Sandusky.

 

Madden alerted readers that something very nasty might leap out at them soon. Well, now it has. Sandusky has been indicted on 40 counts of child abuse. For years, he was Joe Paterno’s assistant football coach at Penn State.

 

And Paterno, and the school’s athletic director, and the school president have all been fired, because they were told (in one form or another) about Sandusky raping a young boy in the Penn State locker room shower, and they didn’t make sure the cops knew about it and took action.

 

Well today. Madden, this radio host, has more to say. He states there is a chance that Sandusky, who has been running a foundation to help young kids, has been pimping some of these kids out to rich Penn State donors.

 

I was speculating about this to a friend last night. I was also telling him about the mysterious case of Ray Gricar, the local prosecutor who considered filing charges against Sandusky back in 1998, when the first report came in accusing Sandusky of washing two naked boys in a shower. Gricar eventually decided not to prosecute.

 

No one can ask Gricar about his reasoning now, because he disappeared a few years ago, after leaving his home to do a few routine errands.

 

Eventually, his car was found. Inside the car was his cell phone. His wallet and keys were gone.

 

Sometime later, his laptop was found in a river, with the hard drive missing.

 

Sometime later, the hard drive was found in the river bank, but it was too damaged to collect data from.

 

Police, at Gricar’s home, examined his desk computer, and discovered that Gricar (or someone) had been doing searches on how to disable a hard drive.

 

Gricar has never been found.

 

What was so important on the hard drive? Evidence of wider pedophile activity?

 

Did Gricar commit suicide? Was he murdered?

 

Jerry Sandusky, the accused pedophile, was once one of the most respected assistant college football coaches in America. When he abruptly retired, in 1999, people were shocked. Equally strange, no college since that time has signed him up to coach.

 

But since 1999, Sandusky has had access to Penn State football facilities, and was seen there as recently as last week.

 

Sandusky’s foundation for at-risk kids, The Second Mile, is well known. It has major funding. It’s also, of course, a perfect setting for a pedophile.

 

Nothing has been proved in court against Sandusky. There could be a trial, there could be a plea bargain.

 

Yesterday, several sports writers, in the wake of the firings at Penn State, said, “Let the healing begin.” They always do. They always refer to sports programs as “the point of pride” for a big university. As if without that religious component, the whole institution would go down the drain. Well, now they may have to wait for the healing. Because if this latest suggestion about pimping out kids to rich donors is true, football will fade out. The University will crumble, and that’s just for starters.

 

There will be secret payoffs, certain men will be boarding planes out of the country, various cover-up crimes will be committed. There will be massive stonewalling.

 

Keep watching. See if this accusation of pimping kids to rich men is dismissed as irresponsible incitement…and vanishes with no follow-up, no investigation.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

HERMAN CAIN AND BILL CLINTON

TABLOID ON THE HOOF: HERMAN CAIN AND BILL CLINTON

AND AN IMMODEST PROPOSAL

by Jon Rappoport

November 10, 2011

In framing a piece like this, the question is: how utterly, deeply, morbidly, cravenly cynical do you want to be? I scaled up and down that rock, and this is where I finally put my drill in. This morning.

Let’s see. On the one hand, we have actual blowjobs in the White House, the giver of the jobs with semen stains on her dress, later presented in evidence; we have testimony from the young intern that the president of the United States inserted a cigar tube in her vagina; we have the president denying any impropriety whatsoever, denying it from January 26, 1998, to August 17, 1998, culminating with an admission of guilt, prior to which the president laid on some prime Arkansas redneck bullshit tempered with Yale/Rhodes Scholar whimsy—“It depends on what the meaning of ‘is’ is.” Y’all.

(And don’t forget the settlement payout to Paul Jones. $850,000.)

On the other hand, we have ten days of denials from Herman Cain concerning sexual harassment of five women. Settlements or severance of $35,000 and $45,000 in two cases. Possible near-genital groping.

Bill is defended by Democrats as a majestic president. By some accounts, he was first black president, and he felt people’s pain. He moved to the center, he triangulated, he championed globalism, he played saxophone, he “presided over a robust economy,” and he eventually lost weight.

Democrats stick pins in Herman Cain because of what he might have done.

Disconnect? Contradiction? Certainly not.

I’m sure if Cain had sex with those four women, motel consensual sex, Democrats would come forward and say, “Hey, that’s sort of what Bill did, and we love him. So we love Herman, too.”

Right?

Carville and Stephanopolous would gladly appear and make the case for Cain.

See, Bill didn’t really harass Monica, she was a young willing participant who told her friend, before she went to Washington to work in government, that she was going to take her kneepads with her. So it was cool.

But Herman made an unwanted move in a car. It was turned down. It was harassment.

Bill didn’t have to badger a 22-year-old kid named Monica.

But, oh, wait a minute. The Paula Jones lawsuit was all about sexual harassment. It didn’t happen in a car, it happened in a motel room in Arkansas, May 8, 1991, and according to Paula, Bill dropped his pants, took out his dick, and requested sex.

Hmm.

Then there was Juanita Broaddrick, who claimed Bill raped her in 1978, in a hotel in Little Rock. She eventually recanted her story, but also claimed that, after making the initial allegation, her house was suddenly under surveillance, people were sitting in cars watching her.

Who else? Kathleen Willey, a White House aide. She stated, on 60Minutes, that Bill tried to have sex with her in the Oval Office, in 1993. Subsequently, contradictions were deemed to have popped up in her story.

I certainly don’t know the truth about Cain. We all know some things about Clinton. Other things remain a mystery. But maybe what we need, before all presidential campaigns, is a Marathon Confessional. I believe this is an idea whose time has come.

All candidates from both parties sit on a stage with any women who want to show up to make accusations. First, each candidate confesses.

“In 2004, I screwed a waitress in the Beeline Motel on Route 94 while my wife was attending the baby shower of her cousin. I’m deeply sorry. Since that time—although my wife didn’t know about the one-night stand until now (sudden high-pitched screams from the wife, who is sitting in the front row with her lawyer)—I have found light in my personal Savior. And then there was the waitress in Delaware in ’97, but I was merely engaged at the time, and I was frankly having second thoughts about the upcoming wedding (more screams from the wife), so I don’t know if that really counts. The waitress—I forget her name—was so drunk she didn’t have a clue what she was doing, and I was pretty hammered, too. We were drinking rotgut tequila before we went upstairs. Anyway, come to think of it, she might have been a he. I don’t recall breasts. They could have been small. I don’t usually go for small breasts…”

After each candidate has cleansed his soul, the women present have their chance to make their statements. At this time, announcements of civil and criminal charges can be previewed.

The Marathon goes on as long as it has to. A day, two days, a week, until the air is cleared.

You see? Then we can move on.

But no pretentious clap-trap about dark thoughts. None of that wimpy jive. I’ve lusted after women in my heart? Forget it. Self-serving whining, immolation, effacement—that’s just a pseudo-religious come-on. We want action!

And who cares what the economy is undergoing or what wars are being fought? We’re talking Headline City here.

And you see, if a presidential candidate sits up on the stage, in front of all the network cameras, and lies, there are women in the room who will contradict him. Sure, they may be lying, too, but let the global audience decide. Maybe an online vote would help. American Fallen Idol: I Spit on Your Grave.

“He’s full of it! I was there, in the Holiday Inn, I was on the bed, and he disrobed and pointed to his thing and called it by name! He called in Hassan Astrophysics. Don’t ask me why. The man’s off. Something’s off in his brain.”

Brought to you by KY, with Cayenne.

“Mr. Smarty Pants up there may think he can talk his way out of it, but he was smoking so much weed that night at the dog track, he didn’t notice I had my iPhone with us in the janitor’s closet. Here’s the video! Scott, Brian, Diane—play it!”

And of course, they do.

Yeah, The Marathon. We’re ready for it. I like the Shrine Auditorium. Joan Rivers on the red carpet.

“Before we go to a break, ladies and gentlemen, here are The Black Eyed Peas with a song from the musical Camelot—and then a retrospective tribute to Jack Kennedy and the women he loved.”

Is IS.

As we move forward in the 21st century, pundits will compare former admissions of guilt with present ones: “Well, Frank, this year we had a man who admitted he had an extra-marital affair with his brother’s wife after the funeral of her uncle, who turned out to be a New York mob hit man. That was pretty shocking. But if you recall, eight years ago, a candidate from Florida many thought would have the inside track on his party’s nomination confessed to a string of affairs with hookers. He claimed that, during a six-month stretch, he was suffering from the lingering effects of food poisoning, and it dulled his cognitive processes, and he believed each of the hookers was actually his wife. When asked what ‘his wife’ was doing, on Christmas eve, exposing her breasts on Hollywood Boulvard at two in the morning, as she stood on the sidewalk flagging down motorists while wearing pink hot pants, six-inch heels, and a platinum wig, he said, ‘She spoke with a Russian accent. My wife is Russian. Well, her grandparents were. As I rolled down the car window and leaned over to speak with her, I saw her silently mouth the word KGB. For a moment, I thought she might be a sleeper agent, and so I had her get in. I wanted to find out whether this was a National Security issue…”

Eventually, we will elect presidents we know have had multiple affairs with hookers, because, by comparison, we’ve heard worse. Back down the long hall of history, I promise you, Bill Clinton will appear as a saint of restraint. And Herman Cain will be a vague footnote the most meticulous scholars have trouble locating.

Relativity works. If the dice don’t roll well in the next few days, Cain may need to resort to it. He can dredge up Clinton. Hell, he can cite the 1805 duel in which the not-yet president, Andrew Jackson, killed Charles Dickinson. Andy made it into the White House with that one hanging from his bio. Just win, baby.

The Matrix Revealed

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

MORE FOUNDATION, MAGIC THEATER

 

MORE FOUNDATION, THE MAGIC THEATER

 

–for Jacob Levy Moreno, the inventor of Psychodrama

 

“A glass of water sits on a table. We see and say this glass is an object positioned in space. We can also see it is an occasion for action—we can pick up the glass and drink the water. With another adjustment, more daring, we can say the glass is a role. We can personify a glass. We can act the part of the glass. With imagination, we can speak as the glass. Nothing is stopping us. Suppose, if the universe could speak, it would say, “Go ahead, play the role of the glass. I never intended you to go so far with your perception that the glass is merely an object. I never thought you would give so much credence to objects. I made a mistake and you made a mistake. You took this cockeyed perception of objects to an extreme. You overplayed it. Now I’m stuck with you seeing me as all sorts of dead objects floating in space. Do you have any idea how strange that is?”

–Jon Rappoport, The Magician Awakes

 

NOVEMBER 3, 2011. In science, everything is calculated from the position of the observer. He is separate from the thing observed. Contrary to popular belief, “observer influence” or indeterminacy does not change this in any fundamental way.

 

Certain spiritual or mystical beliefs maintain that the observer can discard his position and “merge” with the object of his perception. He can then feel what it is like to be that object.

 

Thus, the two choices are: stay separate or merge.

 

The Magic Theater takes a different approach:

 

Play the role of some object or person that is usually perceived at a distance. Speak as that object. Engage in improvised dialogue with someone who is similarly playing another role. Then, after a time, switch roles and continue the dialogue.

 

Furthermore, a person can take the role of something that is never observed; in other words, an imaginative entity, an “impossible” entity.

 

In any event, there is no longer, in this game, an observer. He is replaced by the actor.

 

Think of these choices. A person can observe a tree. He can merge with the tree. He can act the role of the tree and speak. He can act the role of the tree and speak to someone who is acting the role of, say, “the dark side of the moon.” Why not?

 

The advantages of the Magic Theater formulation are increased dynamism; slipping out of the normal point of view; speaking as something usually thought of as having no voice; engaging in conversation with another person who has taken on a role himself.

 

This extends reality. Eventually, it breaks open the reality egg.

 

It does these things not merely through thought or contemplation or supposition or speculation, but through improvised acting.

 

“Being one’s self” is considered a virtue. However, as time passes,a person hardens that position and thereby excludes other channels of experience and perception. This process reduces available energy.

 

Even more importantly, aspects of self are ruled out of bounds and forgotten. The Magic Theater brings these aspects back into play. They are part of infinite imagination.

 

No-imagination is considered normal or average. But actually, imagination is the norm. It is the wellspring. It is what a person would be exercising to the fullest, were it not for cultural strictures and dedication to the status quo.

 

No imagination or limited imagination is the ultimate source of all chronic human problems. In this sense, society and culture can be seen as structures set up to produce unsolvable problems. And indeed, this is the case.

 

Within a society, those people who set themselves up as authorities are predisposed to protect their “territory of expertise.” From their platforms and towers, they project opinions masked as final words. But they are working from spaces within an invisible context of unsolvable human problems—and no matter how wise their opinions may seem, the Unsolvable remains intact—obscured by their “wisdom.”

 

The real goal should be to move outside the context. And this can be achieved in the Magic Theater, where among the many, many roles enacted are Authorities. In playing such roles, we experience their theatrical nature—and their importance dissolves.

 

In a similar vein, consider a rock. We know many things about it. Science tells us more about it. We could write a book, perhaps an encyclopedia about a rock. We could say: this is the total reality of the rock.

 

A certain aspect of self is geared, so to speak, to understand the rock in this way and no other. A certain aspect of self is accommodated by knowing that it knows everything reality can tell it about the rock.

 

And now, in the Magic Theater, we go further than reality can go. We play the rock. We act as the rock. We speak as the rock. We engage in dialogue with another person who is playing a man with a sledgehammer, or God, or a worm who lives under the rock, or wind that is slowly wearing away the rock, or a wolf who is sitting on the rock.

 

And in doing this, we are engaging another aspect of self that never considered reality to be the arbiter of what is possible.

 

And this aspect, as it turns out, is universes and universes and universes larger and greater than the aspect of self that accepts reality as primary and definitive of experience.

 

Imagine the wisest of the wisest sage-prophet-archetype-god-supergod in charge of knowing everything there is to know about ultimate consciousness.

 

Now play that role. Play it in improvised dialogue with The Eternal Seeker. Converse for an hour and then switch roles.

 

This is a distinctly different approach.

 

People want conflict because they can’t see any other way to live. But there is a greater aspect of self, presently unengaged, that views conflict as theatrical, and if that aspect can be brought into the picture, things change, become more fluid, and conflict is understood to be a plot device.

 

People are obsessed with secrets at all levels. They want to pursue them, root them out, expose them. Secrets on the level of family all the way to mysteries of the universe itself. The obsession is reflective of the self that wants “unlocked reality”–but you see, this is still reality. It’s expanded, yes, but it’s the same basic reality. Whereas, if you PLAY THE ROLE of The Secret, if you speak as the secret, you begin to see beyond reality. You begin to see the theatricality of secrets.

 

A basic principle could be expressed this way: every object, person, process, place, whether real or imaginary, can be played as a role.

 

Suppose, 20 years from now, scientists discover that, yes, the universe is actually a hologram projected from a two-dimensional surface, on which the bits of information that create universe are inscribed. And suppose these scientists figure out a way to change that inscribed information, so that universe automatically changes—radically. This would be momentous, yes? But you see, all these fantastic changes would be coming into us from the outside, so to speak, from alterations made on the machine that projects universe. How would this change US?

 

Though we would be perceiving something that is much different, we would still be perceiving reality in the same WAY we perceive it now.

 

There is another way to look at universe. It is a THEATER. It is the stage on which roles are acted, and we are the actors. We are largely unaware of this fact. So we need experience acting roles. All sorts of roles. We need to act the roles of elements of universe, and we also need to act roles of elements that aren’t and couldn’t be part of universe—roles we imagine.

 

Such a simple idea. Such far-reaching consequences.

 

If you were to do an encyclopedic search of every spiritual system and teaching that has ever purported to lead seekers to ultimate consciousness, you would not find the method I’m suggesting here. Yet it has been in front of our noses forever.

 

But most people see their lives in terms of gain and loss. They see their own behavior, their own first principles, their own opinions, their own positions, their own desires, their own pursuits as rock-bottom factors. Therefore, they believe, if they were to “play other roles,” they would lose what they already have.

 

So they say, “Play a role? That’s ridiculous.” They really mean, “If I played a role, I would lose the one I already have.” That’s an error. That’s not true.

 

Look at it this way. If you were suddenly given 50 million dollars, would you lose the house you’re living in now? You might move out and buy a bigger house, but you wouldn’t LOSE the old house. It wouldn’t be a matter of loss. You just have new options. You can stay in the old house. You can build a new addition. You can leave it exactly the way it is now. You can move out and buy a new house. But LOSS is not a factor.

 

I’ve made this statement many times: The universe is waiting for imagination to revolutionize it down to its core.

 

To that I add the following: The universe is waiting for infinite theater to begin.

 

I started the Magic Theater for both reasons.

 

Perhaps metaphorically speaking, the universe says, “Here I am. Look at all my things. Each thing is itself.” But the universe is also saying, “Each of my things is a potential role. You can play it, you can play them all.”

 

The It-ness of any It is just the beginning of the story. Yes, we see many Its. We know we are looking at this It and that It and the other It. We have language to enforce this position. A language of nouns which are subjects and objects, a language we use to describe what happens to the nouns, the Its. We believe that’s the beginning and the end of the story. But each It can be seen and acted as a role. And then the dynamics expand.

 

I’m fully aware that the kind of revolution I’m proposing isn’t going to take the world by storm overnight. After all, it’s not a drug you can ingest on your couch while watching reruns of The Brady Bunch.

 

But on a large scale, the transformational effects are really scoffed at in the same way that any form of art is claimed to be irrelevant to the life of civilization—people say it’s a “separate issue.” In other words, art exists in a vacuum. Paintings exist on walls of museums. Music is played in concert halls. Novels are read in living rooms. Poems are rarely read at all. Art is embroidery for the mind.

 

All this is nonsense of the highest order. Art always bleeds into the life of a society. In the same way, the Magic Theater changes consciousness of the nature of events in the so-called real world. More and people begin to see these events as theater. As roles being played out. And when a tipping point is reached, major actors (e.g, political leaders) will have to admit they are, in fact, on stage, speaking lines, hoping to gain an advantage over rivals. Authorities of all stripes will be exposed.

 

This is what’s called being “laughed out of court.”

 

You reach a critical mass eventually, where enough people see the overlap between “real” and “theatrical,” and the old sense of the way the world works is superseded.

 

Looking at it from one angle, we have a long way to go. This doesn’t disturb me in the least, because the Magic Theater already separates the wheat from the chaff, and doing that is no small thing. And it all starts with the individual and what his participation can bring to him. It isn’t about sacrifice and self-abnegation. It’s about more power for self. That’s the only way ANY lasting revolution can be built.

 

If you have experience with theater, you know the “ensemble effect” is created from the work of the individual actors—that’s the initial launch.

 

The Magic Theater is a new space, to which you are invited. The first workshop will take place in San Diego on December 10-11. To inquire about attending: qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

YORE GOVERNMENT AT WURK

 

YORE GOVERNMENT AT WURK

 

NOVEMBER 2, 2011. Breaking…New federal regs make it mandatory for religious broadcasters to put captions for the deaf under their TV church extravaganzas—unless they can demonstrate paying for running text would bring them economic hardship.

 

This is very good. I think all those Sunday TV preachers need captions, because their messages are vital to the nation.

 

But what about the blind? I believe they should be supplied with handheld devices that display messages in Braille: “Preacher is sweating profusely.” “Preacher touched woman, she fell over backwards and her bald head immediately sprouted new hair.” “Preacher leered at good-looking blond in first row.”

 

As far as I know, current federal law mandates that all video made for TV must display captions for the deaf. What about pay-TV porn in hotel rooms? Borderline. An interesting court case.

 

“Well, Your Honor, as you can plainly see, when the protagonist and the heroine are on the bed in the motel room, their exclamations (“Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!”) are NOT showing up as captions on the screen. Clearly, this is case of discrimination against the hearing-impaired. If you and I can, uh, pleasure ourselves while we’re watching The Knight and the Maiden, deaf hotel patrons should be able to enjoy the same fundamental right.”

 

Appeals right up to the US Supreme Court.

 

Then we have this. Why should deaf people be barred from working as late-shift security guards in corporate buildings? You know, the people sitting at the front desk who watch video screens covering offices, staircases, elevators? Yes, they can see a thief walking down a hallway on the 12th floor, but they can’t hear what he’s saying to his partner. Therefore, we must have captions on all those screens, too. (“Hey, man, I told you this was wrong fucking floor!”)

 

And if that’s the case, then, by extension, some blogger who puts up a You Tube video of a woman urging her cat to eat a plastic fish should immortalize her words with captions.

 

And if you’re standing in your back yard at your kid’s birthday party, and you’re doing running commentary on all the little darlings careening down the slide into the pool, you need a stenographer sitting nearby typing in text. You never know who’s going to watch that video some day.

 

I just thought of another thing. In supermarkets, you’ll sometimes hear, over the speakers, announcements about specials. Well, where are the big screens that display captions? I think we have a suit here. Any attorneys out there ready to take those bastards to court?

 

Now, this next one is a bit tricky. There are people, who for whatever reasons, have lost their sense of taste. Taste is a sense like sight or hearing. Are we going to favor the deaf and the blind over those who can’t differentiate between a potato and a leek? I say all food markets must include, on shelves, descriptions of how the products taste. I realize this won’t be easy. So we need to bring in poets, people who are used to inventing metaphors. We have to try.

 

And what about old hippies who did too much high-dose acid and have “crossover senses?” They hear sunsets and see music. What are we going to do for them? The FCC should get cracking on this.

 

I know you’ve been waiting to point out the central flaw in my essay, so I’ll beat you to it. Yes, I’m WRITING this piece, and I fully realize that, in doing so, I’m immediately setting up an arbitrary preference for readers. Not only am I discriminating against the blind, I’m bypassing all those millions who are illiterate.

 

Therefore, I’m fully prepared to offer audio of every article I produce. Furthermore, I’ll hire assistants who explain, in far simpler terms, what I’m writing and posting every day, for the illiterates.

 

It’s a start. It shows good faith.

 

I like to stay out in front of these trends.

 

Pioneering the new frontiers of equality can be a hassle, but isn’t that what we’re here for? Hassle?

 

As I go to press, I’ve discovered several staggering facts. There are 6800 languages in the world. No one knows how many are written. But let’s say half. 3400. Now—why in this multicultural society of ours should we practice gross discrimination with our captions? We need captions in ALL languages ALL the time. Can you begin to see where I’m going with this? Let me add something else here that should make it clearer. In many sub-sets of communities across our great land, we’re seeing the development of a disorder called CAS. Caption Addiction Syndrome. That’s right! For example, Korean women who work in nail parlors are watching TV with the sound off, and they’re reading captions all day long. And they’re getting hooked! When they talk to friends after work, they EXPECT TO SEE CAPTIONS FLOATING IN MID-AIR!

 

So…treatment centers! You bet! Thousands of them, to treat and cure this affliction.

 

And together with the need for captions in 3400 languages to accompany each and every video made for TV (and eventually online), we have the beginning of a real…JOBS PROGRAM for America.

 

Finally.

 

Send this piece to the White House, because Obama’s polling numbers are in the eighth circle of Hell right now, and they’re trending lower. He needs some good news. I’m more than happy to help, and I’m sure all those altruistic celebs who want to pay more taxes would like to see bangs for their bucks, in terms of employment figures.

 

The Grand Coulee Dam? The Tennessee Valley Authority? Yes, they produced jobs for Americans during the Great Depression. But they were conceived in an era when industrial might was our only option. Now, in the Information Age, we have data—and data need explanatory data to reach greater numbers of people. Hence: CAPTION ACTION. An unlikely messiah, but we take our manna where we find it.

 

CAPTION: IN THIS ARTICLE, RAPPOPORT STATES WE NEED CAPTIONS EVERYWHERE…AND THIS WILL CREATE MORE WORK AND END THE RECESSION.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

WINDOW ABOVE THE BRAIN

 

WINDOW ABOVE THE BRAIN

 

AND THE MAGIC THEATER

 

–for Tim Leary, after reading his autobiography, Flashbacks–

 

OCTOBER 31, 2011. I have written essays that make it clear the brain can’t be the seat of thought if you want to retain the concept of free will. It’s a rather easy argument.

 

The activity of the brain is electrical and chemical and biological. Messages flow. Patterns are established. The brain does what it does. Claiming it entirely rules the choices and decisions we make and the ideas we entertain, we’re left with no “we” at all. No “I” at all. Just enslaved process.

 

I fully understand how hard it is for people to swallow this analysis. They want to stop with the brain. They want to say the brain must be the beginning of our existence, the fountainhead.

 

But I’m not here to argue, this time. I assume and know the mind is not the brain. I assume and know there is an “I” independent from the brain.

 

Agree, disagree, it doesn’t matter.

 

What goes on in the mind is a strategic operation based on a cultural fixation. That fixation prefers one point of view over many points of view—as if having one point of view—strong, stable, unwavering—is far better, in all respects, than having many.

 

Well, the dichotomy is false to begin with.

 

This is what the Magic Theater is all about.

 

Improvised dialogues between two people who play many roles and switch roles opens up landscapes which would otherwise remain closed. (See my blog archive at www.nomorefakenews.com for many articles about the Magic Theater.)

 

In fact, one effect of these dialogues is the strengthening and widening of the one point of view with which you handle reality on a daily basis.

 

Many authors, including Jung, Hesse, JL Moreno, Perls, Leary, to mention a few modern explorers, have indicated or implied that human beings can expand their perception by, to put it blandly, adjusting their line of sight to include more perspectives.

 

The Magic Theater achieves this in a remarkable way.

 

The brain does not have perspective. It runs. It can switch tracks, it can emphasize certain pathways, it can de-certify routes, but it can’t create points of view or roles. You do that.

 

History points out that wherever civilization and freedom experienced upward swings, there was theater. In ancient Greece, in Rome, in the emergence of a European society liberated from the hold of the Church, theater flourished.

 

The kernel of theater is the idea of proliferating roles. In dialogue.

 

This is a brilliant process that transcends stifling routine and repetition locked into “the one and only role.”

 

In order for the mind to play out one and only one role, it has to erect walls and ceilings and floors—it has to confine interior space. It has to ignore many suggestive messages. It has to pretend imagination is an unwelcome guest. It has to reject an inherent sense of theatricality. To achieve these objectives, it has to interpret symbols in the narrowest possible way.

 

It has to export thoughts to the brain, in hopes that the working of that organ will collaborate to produce an artifact of extremely limited power and range.

 

And this, of course, is where the problem arises.

 

A human being has glimpses of his own power—but when his one and only point of view, the one that seems to guarantee his best chance of survival and success, is operating to dampen power, the potential of life is squashed at the starting gate.

 

When I say power, I mean creative action, invention, improvisation, spontaneity, paranormal capacities, magic.

 

Huddled in the bunker of the one and only point of view, the role that excludes all other roles, the human being is caught in his own net. And the neural net of the brain does, in fact, cooperate. So the psychic component marries the biological and the chemical, and then the chance of escape seems to hover around zero.

 

Fortunately, this is an illusion. Despite its convincing qualities, the illusion can be overturned rather quickly.

 

In the Magic Theater, as I’ve written before, the range and nature of roles is unlimited. And utilizing JL Moreno’s brilliant practice of switching roles in dialogue, the effect of this kind of improvised theater is titanic.

 

Obstructive emotions which seemed to be permanent and “of the eternal human condition” are transformed into pure and available energy.

 

The action of living itself comes to resemble, more and more, theater. Wide open theater.

 

And the brain cooperates with THIS. Just as it cooperated with the tied and bound dictatorship of the one central and exclusive and inhibiting point of view.

 

For those who want this expressed as physical metaphor—all the feedback loops are changed. Whereas A led to B and B to C, now Z enters the stream, along with X and Q, and so A can lead to C. Or A can stand on its own. B can find partnership with L. This is not a sketch of chaos. On the contrary, the new pathways are far easier and smoother than the old ones.

 

Using other language, metaphysics, ontology, epistemology are revolutionized. The Magic Theater isn’t a mere shuffling and reorganization of ideas. Every frozen “ultimate” is dissolved. The seeker who is reaching for the final ground or heaven of consciousness discovers that his quest, which was being carried out along a line of sight produced by his central point of view (role), now takes on a wholly new character.

 

Instead of advancing, as it were, through caves of a journey mapped out by sages, he is inventing futures. And this invention multiplies new consciousness, which turns out not to have been the substance of a great container, but rather the intimate, non-material, experiential effluent derived directly from creative action, which is to say, Art.

 

Instead of viewing The Search as the effort to compile and discover what was already there, hidden from sight, the seeker (who is now creating) is making something new, and then something more new. This is what “the expansion of consciousness” means.

 

For all its value, the one and only point of view (role) is a prison cell. It proves to be that as time goes by, as a life is lived. The essential flexibility and joy of a point of view is lost.

 

One could read the entire history of Western philosophy as an attempt to posit a final landscape of reality, formulated to escape from the one and only role while continuing to occupy that very role. A series of messages smuggled out of a prison, in hopes that somewhere, someone will understand the dilemma and solve it.

 

But the answer was there all along. It was the hardened role that was the problem.

 

The actor is cast in a play. Long rehearsals ensue. On opening night, the reviews are positive. So the play continues its run. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, the play survives. Old audiences forget it, but new audiences arrive and fill the seats. The actor has his role, his character. He performs. He maintains. He no longer has to devote an iota of thought or practice to the part. It is in his bones. It is assisted by his brain. He shows up on stage every night and earns his paycheck. Year after year.

 

Is it better than working for a living? It IS working for a LIVING.

 

It does feed back to the actor a bit of magic. He decides this is enough, because what else is there?

 

There are universes without end. But he will have to make them.

 

And making them is a direct consequence of engaging in a far different kind of theater.

 

The other day, I put it to a friend this way: think of a role that’s impossible. Think of a role that is so absurd, no one can play it. Think of one that makes you fall off the chair and laugh because it is ridiculous and impossible and because no one in the history of the universe has ever played it. And I’ll think of one, too. And then, for a half-hour, we’ll play those roles, with each other. We’ll speak from them. We’ll have a conversation. And then we’ll switch and talk for another half-hour. I guarantee you the world will never be quite the same again.

 

If that doesn’t make sense to you, then you need a little Magic Theater in your blood.

 

I see the upcoming first workshop of the Magic Theater as an historic occasion, a launch of something entirely new. For the past 50 years, we’ve been teetering on the edge of realizing that civilizations, as we turn them out in the factories of our minds, are deficient at the core. Yes, they provoke and embody advancing technologies that benefit us. But what is that technology for? Is it only to provide more comfort and ease? Is that the very best we can do?

 

Or are we in the process of fulfilling what Bucky Fuller anticipated? A created platform from which we can embark on new levels of exploration. The economic and political systems we’ve invented seem to legislate confusion and stagnation, in the long run. Whether the systems are to blame or whether we should point fingers at our leaders—I’ve covered that territory in many different ways. I don’t need to revisit it here.

 

In any case, we have made fortresses of our existences. We’ve put up the walls. We’ve settled on a middle space of individual survival. We’ve done this for so long we’re sure it is the right path, the only path. But we know something is wrong.

 

In these civilizations, what we really want is the fluidity of theater and the adventure it promises. We want open possibilities. And this comes down to character, to the character each one of us will play—and the dissatisfaction, not with the content of that character so much as with having to choose only One.

 

That’s what we’ve come to see. And so we look for ways out. We look for answers.

 

In ancient Athens, local residents were recruited to play the roles written by the great tragedians. So a man could come home from a performance one night, to his wife, and she could ask him how it went, and he could say, “Well, I murdered my father and slept with my mother,” and they could laugh at the well-worn joke, go to bed, and make a child.

 

And today, we can improvise hundreds and thousands of roles with each other, in this thing I call the Magic Theater. And then life will open its doors (which were never really closed) and we can look at the multi-dimensional future, and instead of merely thinking about extraordinary possibility, we can invent it and live it.

 

The brain will comply. And the mind will blow new energy at its own coagulated wish-machine that has spun out the first moves of new characters and new stages, only to suspend its activity because of an apprehension about what the culture can absorb.

 

But we are the culture. Each one of us is a culture in the process of infinite invention.

 

Every student of philosophy has studied the story of the cave told by Plato. In it, humans sit in the dark and look at shadows cast on the walls, taking them to be reality. But then they walk outside, finally, and see the true objects whose shadows they had accepted as ultimates. I would change that story. The shadows in the cave are characters, roles, parts, points of view, half-imagined. And when, at last, these roles are acted and dialogues are engaged, the walls dissolve and space opens up, limitless, and the trudging journey along a narrow path of life is gone.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

Contact me to inquire about the December 10-11 Magic Theater workshop in San Diego.

 

 

 

 

MARZIEH IS FREE

 

 

MARZIEH VAFEMEHR IS FREE

OCTOBER 29, 2011. From The Guardian:

An Iranian court has overturned the lashing sentence imposed an an actor after she appeared in a film critical of the Islamic republic’s repressive policies, according to Amnesty International.

Marzieh Vafamehr, who appeared with her head uncovered in the film My Tehran for Sale, was released from prison after her sentence of one year in prison and 90 lashes was overturned on appeal.

Amnesty said Vafamehr was released on Monday night, although there has been no report on her case in Iranian media.

Vafamehr, wife of the acclaimed film-maker Nasser Taghvai, was arrested in July after Iranian authorities took exception to the film about an actor whose theatre work is banned in Iran.

The film, directed by Granaz Moussavi, features Vafamehr as an actor who flees to Australia as an illegal immigrant after being persecuted in Iran. She appears with a shaved head and without a hijab in some scenes.

The film touches on many of the taboo issues of modern life in the Islamic republic. In one scene, an underground party where men and women dance and drink is disrupted by a group of moral police who arrest some of the partygoers.

My Tehran for Sale premiered at the Adelaide film festival in 2009 but remains banned in Iran….

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

CDC DOC CHARGED: MOLESTATION, BESTIALITY

 

 

CDC DOC CHARGED: MOLESTATION, BESTIALITY

 

OCTOBER 28, 2011. From LA Times Mobile:

 

An official with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has been arrested and charged with two counts of child molestation and one count of bestiality, police said.

Police arrested Dr. Kimberly Quinlan Lindsey, 44, in DeKalb County on Sunday.

Authorities also charged Lindsey’s live-in boyfriend, Thomas Joseph Westerman, 42, who works at the Atlanta-based CDC as a night watchman.

The two are accused of “immoral and indecent” sexual acts involving a 6-year-old child, according to information from DeKalb County Magistrate Court and an arrest warrant.

The bestiality charge says Lindsey “did unlawfully perform or submit to any [sic] sexual act with an animal [pet].”

The alleged incidents took place between January 1, 2010 and August 22, 2011.

Westerman is out of jail on bond; Lindsey remains in jail with a $20,000 bond, said Lt. Pam Kunz of the DeKalb County Police Department.

Both went to court on Sunday for an initial appearance, and have a preliminary hearing scheduled for December 1, said Reggie Silverman, deputy clerk with DeKalb Magistrate Court.

 

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This CDC doctor isn’t some low-level employee. Kimberly Lindsey is the deputy director for the CDC’s Laboratory Science Policy and Practice Program. Prior to that, she was a senior scientist for the CDC’s bioterrorism program, where she oversaw the allocation of $1.5 billion in public funds.

 

We’ll see if these charges hold up in court. So I’m not saying anything else for now.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

 

 

MORE NOTES ON THE MADHOUSE

 

MORE NOTES ON THE MADHOUSE

 

OCTOBER 27, 2011

 

NOTE 1: What’s the point of teaching a 17-year-old kid about bestiality in school? Was he thinking about having sex with a possum? Maybe he is now, I don’t know. It’s amusing to imagine what my father would have done if I’d been clued in on sex-with- sheep-and-goats in school and told him about it. The principal would have ended up in the hospital, for starters. And there wouldn’t have been a trial. Not in those days. I guess, in the 1950s, there was still a form of frontier justice, even in the suburbs.

 

NOTE 2: For the past 30 years, I’ve been documenting the crimes of corporations. So I’m not a worshiper of mega-companies. But I do recognize that, in many cases, the consumer can choose not to buy what these people are selling. That’s still possible. When kids with all sorts of i-devices (which they adore), built in China by two-year-olds, use the gizmos to rail against corporate corruption, do they have any idea what the hell they’re doing? Apparently not. That doesn’t instill confidence in me. Why are middle-class kids on a crusade impressive? Remind me again. I’ve lost the thread. In the NYC Occupy crowd, they now have a FINANCE COMMITTEE and a GENERAL ASSEMBLY. The assembly votes on purchases that will be rubber-stamped by the finance committee. Learning the lessons of their parents, I guess. The other night, the Interminable Drum Circle incurred a setback when someone punched holes in their drums while they were asleep, so the drummers went to the finance committee for $$ to buy new ones. They were told to fill out paperwork and wait for a decision. I’m really looking forward to these people running the country after the revolution.

 

NOTE 3: If you create a job for an education bureaucrat in a state system, and that job pays an annual 200 grand, and upon retirement the office holder will make 10 million dollars over the course of his golden years…

 

And then on top of that, you’re creating a lot more bureaucratic jobs in state and federal systems that the taxpayer doesn’t even know exist, and those jobs are paying hefty salaries as well.

 

What do these bureaucrats do? Play pinochle with each other? That’s the point. They have nothing to do, so they have to figure out ways to fuck with you.

 

Looking at a chart of education administrators in the state of Illinois, I see that the top hundred people who have held their jobs for at least 30 years will rake in 887 million dollars, once you figure in their retirement pensions. Yeah, just the top hundred bureaucrats.

 

I’ll bet you a nickel I could ax every one of those jobs and no one would feel a thing.

 

I’d start with the 20 or so committees who meet to review the work turned in, by technical writers, for school manuals on condom lubrication, mutual masturbation, anal sex, and the effects of swimming-pool chlorine on various birth-control devices.

 

NOTE 4: For the years 2006-2007, all elementary and secondary schools in the US spent 599 billion dollars. Colleges and grad schools spent 373 billion dollars. (Source: The National Center for Educational Statistics) Taken together, $972 billion, 7.4% of the national GDP.

 

Most of the the money came from local, state, and federal government. Which came from taxes, plus invented computer-entry money.

 

Student performance over that time period didn’t make much headway.

 

From K to12, a student in the US costs about $110,000. One estimate has it that a home-schooled child, from K-12, costs $7200.

 

In your next meditation, Snowflake, your job is to contemplate how much $ waste is undoubtedly involved, for what sort of result, in US schools Remember, this sketch doesn’t begin to assess the actual quality of education delivered. When I use the word “performance,” I merely indicate general factors like graduation rates, reading scores, the ability to squash an aluminum can and put it in the purple garbage can, etc.

 

NOTE 5: Bloomberg News reports that, Fong Lai, a prison doctor in the California penal system, cashed out with $590,000 in unused vacation time when he retired. Wow. Pretty good haul. Let’s see. He didn’t take the vacation time, so he was paid (or not paid?) for working instead, but if he had taken the vacations they would have been paid vacations, but when he retired he got 590 K (anyway?)? I’m lost.

 

With cutbacks in the California state budget, public employees have been laid off, so current employees have had to work overtime (extra pay for that) to cover holes in the pinochle game. And how much overtime pay have they accumulated? Enough to nullify the cutbacks?

 

When I work past 4 PM writing, I keep track of the hours and pay myself triple-time. That’s how I’ve been able to buy three islands in the South Pacific and import snow for cross-country skiing and staff gun emplacements to pick off impulsive monitor lizards. I hadn’t thought about the unused vacation-pay trick, but it sounds like a good hustle.

 

NOTE 6: Today, in the wake of the decision to recommend the Merck HPV vaccine for young boys, Vice President Joe Biden stated that the federal government should pay off vaccine manufacturers.

 

Speaking at a fundraiser for Eskimo victims of Elephantiasis, Biden said: “These vaccine companies are trying to market their products to the whole nation. Men, women, boys, girls, babies. Three-hundred-thirty-million people.

 

“Most of us don’t realize the logistics involved. Stop and think about the man-hours, the infrastructure, the PR. Instead of going through all this, let’s just sit down with these vaccine CEOs and figure out how much money they need and give it to them.

 

“Stop vaccinating people. Just pay the companies.”

 

Biden’s solution was criticized by CDC spokesperson Ann Fibbergoo as shortsighted. “Mr. Biden doesn’t realize how important these vaccines are to the nation’s health,” she said.

 

But Ralph York, chairman of the Pharmaceutical Association of Greater New York, was enthusiastic about Biden’s proposal.

 

“Look,” York said, “let’s face it. This is about money. So let’s cut to the chase. Give us the money and we’ll stop bullshitting the public about the benefits of vaccines. Everyone will be relieved.”

 

In other medical news, researchers at Southeast Florida University claim they have found the gene that regulates boredom.

 

“This could break through into a previously unknown area of human emotion,” said Dr. Francis Plethora, lead author in the study, to be published next month in the Journal of Experimental Medicine.

 

“Of course, if boredom is eventually wiped out, we could see the complete collapse of the American economy,” Plethora added. “People would stop buying crap. But not my crap.”

 

In a related story, The New England Journal of Medicine has just issued a new report on the state of medical research in America. The report concludes, “What we witnessing, across the spectrum, is a battle among researchers to impose their fabrications. It’s a question of which lies will gain the upper hand.”

 

In a Delaware meeting of the state chiropractic association, a panel concluded that, within 30 years, all chiropractors licensed under the national health insurance program will be relegated to sweeping floors in hospitals and nursing homes. “But,” said Dr. Mark Torque, panel leader, “look at the upside. Even though we’re sure to be downgraded, as pharmaceutical companies, working hand in glove with the federal government, monopolize the entire medical landscape, floor sweepers and janitors and medical-waste haulers will be unionized. We can expect steady pay, vacation time, and health benefits. It’s better than running a dying practice.”

 

Dr. Henry Kissinger, speaking from his home in Georgetown with Brian Williams of NBC News, told Williams, “The future of the US, in terms of economic development, rests entirely on the concept of imminent threat.”

 

Kissinger declined to elaborate, but he did indicate that phony viral epidemics provide a good model for sales campaigns.

 

Wait, that was all just a dream I had last night, after I saw Jay Leno interview Obama.

 

Jay knows how to toss softball questions.

 

Reminds me of the night he interviewed Arnold, after global attention was focused on whether the actor was going to announce his candidacy for governor of California. Remember?

 

They actually set up a separate press room in the NBC studio just for the event.

 

With applause signs blinking and the audience screaming, Arnold said: “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.”

 

Which was a reference to the 1976 movie, Network, in which the news department of a national TV network is turned over to the entertainment division…exactly the thing NBC was doing at the moment Arnold launched his campaign, at the moment Jay won the election for him.

 

NOTE 7: California is the sixth largest economy in the world. I’m not talking about city economies. National. And it’s still far too large to be a single nation. It should be at least 10 separate Republics. Call me crazy. But I know a little something about California. In 1994, I ran for a Congressional seat from the 29th District (LA) against Henry Waxman. He did zero campaigning in the District. If that’s political reality, that’s a problem. When your opponent refuses to make a single comment about your accusations and he’s sitting 3000 miles away, the system needs a plunger.

 

NOTE 8: In and among the Occupy movement, there are some things happening that should be noted—like the guy who closed his bookstore in Brooklyn and moved his inventory, lock, stock, and barrel to a tent near Wall Street, to create a makeshift library. Maybe this guy had reached the end of the line back in Brooklyn. He’d been reading too many books himself. The kind of books that diagnose the human condition accurately.

 

Perhaps something like this, from Black Spring: “Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines—these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous becomes the norm.”

 

Or this, from Wisdom of the Heart: “No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.”

 

Sooner or later—and later might be a million lifetimes—every one of us is going to take the leap. We’re going to do something so absurd it is sublime. We’re going to embrace an idea beyond the Beyond and jump on its back and ride it out into the clouds.

 

That everyone around us will be horrified goes without saying. But they won’t deter us, because we’ve reached the end of the line. Every human is moving inexorably toward that breaking point.

 

Every theme, every system devised to squeeze things together more and more rigidly will give way. It is at that moment we need to remember what is coming to life, no matter how much we want to deny it.

 

Imagination. Wings and flight. Making invisible things visible.

 

This is where we will live, and we will be willing to pay the price, because what we have learned and practiced, over and over, has become an intolerable burden.

 

I have been asked why I am optimistic about the future. That is why.

 

I know what is coming.

 

It doesn’t matter how long it takes. It doesn’t matter how devastating the intermediate period is. The build-up to the launch is simply our refusal to admit what we are.

 

Fret all you want to, wring your hands, drop into an inconsolable depression, the day is on the horizon. The day when you know you have the power.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com