I’ve been offline since Friday; I faded rapidly on the ISP gauge by mid-morning and disconnected by dinnertime. I re-established my connection at about 9 PM Monday, and sat down and wrote this before I did more than find two pieces of music for a forthcoming project. I had already cleaned up my notes for my “to do” list. I gathered the index cards and scraps of note-taking from in front of the TV.
I’ve been blinded. My only window into the world has been occasional glimpses at CNN (with an occasional flick to Fox News).
Maybe it is better to say that I have been dumb-founded, bamboozled, schnookered, purposefully confused.
Saturday was spent moving a ton of stuff. My two kids did the heavy lifting, though my aching back might shout out an interjection to that comment. I certainly did a good deal of work packing the boxes, and going up and down the stairs to add my minor labors.
Saturday night, after the workers had cleared out and most of the stuff was where it belonged in my new home office, the bedroom moved across the hall, yet to be put away or re-organized, I went out to dinner with my wife and, there at the bar were three TV’s. Two of them to my left had stereo hockey (it must be fun to watch after your fourth beer), and to my right was CNN. All the TV’s had the sound off. My wife, who is infinitely more inclined to believe authority and the media than I, said “Even with the sound off, I can tell this is BS.” She was watching the first explanation of the arcs and circles of satellite awareness and receipt of the “handshakes” whose time delays allow “authorities” to identify the “arc” of possible contact that stretch from Kazakhstan to the deeper reaches of the southern Indian Ocean.
Mary Schiavo appears to be the candidate for leading lady, a primary spokesperson for the US governmental perspective. Certainly there’s a supporting cast.
Eva Poumpouras showing up in an off-the-shoulder gown as though she’d just been called in from a Beltway cocktail party was special. What she actually said was even more special, but perhaps it was the Cosmopolitans talking,
Early on (and I don’t think is a new phenomenon at CNN or at any other MSM outlet), the anchors seemed to spend more time bloviating than digging into the guests’ minds for insight or information. [They might actually have had some, but we don’t want to mistakenly lubricate the wrong thought, though occasionally a fresh one squeezed through. This is especially true with the younger, less experienced anchors who may not have been fully briefed on the script. One such example was when a military pilot’s e-mail was mentioned, something about small islands in the south Indian Ocean.] The rest of the weekend had several people repeating the meme that “there’s nothing out there”, down there on the southern end of that arc.
Is it too early to start the casting call for the made-for-TV documentary on what really happened with Flight MH 370?
I fully expect some makeshift-but-not-totally-convincing debris to be found, almost any hour now, as surely steps have been taken to hide or re-hide the airplane by now, and the search patterns must be getting annoyingly close.
And no one bothered to mention the numerous airfields in the ‘stans that have been set up and engineered (with the political machinations on one end, and the bulldozers and military advance teams on the other) as part of the preparations for war against Russia or China, or perhaps both.
The hunt for MH 370 took on an interesting turn when it started to focus on the people who were on the airplane. Gasp! The pilot had a simulator in his home. No one bothered to explain what kind of simulator: was this an advanced video game, or a full-blown FAA-approved training device? [I remember meeting one of the experts in a field at a seminar on medical simulation up in Williamstown, MA. It was memorable on several counts: I was developing my own proposal for the use of simulation as a training tool for EMS personnel, the event was hosted by a physician with advanced noteworthiness as an orthopedic surgeon who specialized in ski injuries and was developing a simulated knee — this was a fellow I knew when I was an adolescent — and the event was held in a top-class local hotel behind his office and across the street from the home of the restaurateur for whom I worked peeling potatoes and making cole slaw.]
I doubt anyone would have such a large thing in their home. Is his wife going to dust it twice a month? Don’t the neighbors want to play too? But it’s a bit of detail that seems to have dropped off the horizon like the plane itself.
I took the entire turn to “the passengers’ panties” as I call it, as an exercise in letting the world know that the surveillance system can really quickly re-construct the details of one’s lives. He was a devout church-goer. she spent time working with under-privileged kids. Lots of names popped up which meant little to me without access to online news and research, Google, or the combined efforts of small crowds of people looking into this bizarre event. There were valid ideas as to what was going on before I went off-line, and I haven’t been able to track them or follow up on them. Certain obvious things are not mentioned, however, by the cast of characters who make it to CNN. Anwar Ibrahim, for example, and especially lately Phillip Wood and Sarah Bajc. That’s quite a tale they have, and quite a tale she told.
No one ever mentioned Philip Marshall, of course; ask Wayne Madsen about him or go check his web site. I have Marshall’s first book, but have not yet seen the film. Marshall could tell you about airplane boneyards in the desert environments, except that he’s not alive; he got suicided.
“The US was focused on who was in the cockpit” and this would follow if it is true that there was an AWACS take-over. We we told that the military radar data was degraded, and one visiting “shirt”, an “ex-” from some relatedly-important US agency, told was asked by the anchor about the “route north or south”, fixated on the arc, and whether one route versus the other would have made a difference in the likelihood of the passengers still being alive. This is one of the times during which we were assured by someone named Arthur Rosenberg that “there is nothing out there in the Indian Ocean”. [That’s what they used to say about the great swath of land sold to us by Napoleon, and we sent Lewis and Clark, who “pinged” back along the arc of the Missouri.]
Anchors and guests began talking about “evasion expertise”; it’s obvious something new is afoot in the game of hide-the-massive-airplane, so clearly the pilot and his co-pilot had some kind of expertise in evading detection, flying in the seams of radar coverage. [Tonight’s wrinkle was “flying in the shadow of another airplane”.] Here is where I first hear what sounds like the echoing chorus in the new official story: “it is fantastical that, since 9/11, no one knew something like this could happen”. Here was where Schiavo chimed in the idea of “pre-programmed way points” that were clearly off the intended flight path and yet not capable of having been detected except perhaps, long after the fact, when folks came forth with the note that new data and new timelines had been found under deeper investigation. Oh, and a dash or two of political tension between China and Malaysia to help keep everyone confused, interrupted by an ad for safe and clean fracking. (Yes, you’re on the right channel; don’t touch that dial.)
So we live in a surveillance state that reminds us frequently that they can track you or me anytime anywhere (lots of people advise that if you are on the run from the authorities, you should be sure and leave your cell phone home)(no, it’s still trackable when it’s off), but yet if 200 of you hop an overnight flight to a foreign city half a continent away, they won’t be able to find any of you
I spent a good deal of Sunday doing the unpacking and moving toward getting things in order in my new office. By 5:15 PM Sunday night, when I took a break to cook dinner (chicken Caesar salad, for the record), the train or direction of the dialogue on air was obviously misleading. The guest would not answer a direct question about a proffered scenario (is there better labyrinthine ground in which to “sew” massive disinformation and misinformation than that of multiple unproven and even ‘fantastical’ scenarios?) but would quickly and subtly change the direction of focus of the inquiry. This is why people trained in debate, critical thinking, and the rules for argumentation slowly go bonkers; this is just what the Cass Sunsteins of the world play for.
Monday I spent the day doing errands and trying to finish up the design and installation on furniture, computer, desk, chairs, futon, etc. By dinnertime (steak and broccoli), the stars of the show were clearly Phillip Wood and Sara Bajc. Aside form the human interest stuff to keep us all occupied and intrigued, Sara was mouthing the script: “If this could happen after 9/11 [aided by an occasional leading ‘kicker’ by the anchorperson)], after all the improvements made, what next?”
What next, indeed.
Allusions were made increasingly that the plane had been stolen to be re-purposed for a future event. [Do you think Cass Sunstein is trying to phuck with our heads?] These allusions seem to be picking up strength through repetition.
By 6:00 PM Monday, we were seeing the same old footage and the same old line of information. The rapid changes in altitude purportedly made right after the plane went silent were trotted out, and the anchor asked the guest what passengers would feel during those maneuvers. “Nothing”, exclaimed an imaginary viewer, “they’d be dead. Haven’t you ever heard of nerve gas?”
And then they broke for commercial, and I broke for the kitchen. “You’re in the situation room”, Wolf told us, but of course we’re not in the situation room, we’re watching a show anchored by the former editor of the Jerusalem Post called The Situation Room. [Let’s pretend we’re sitting in with AIPAC, Condaleeza, Dick, Mrs. Cheney, Hilary Clinton, and some strange guy whose face you never see in the photos taken who was the lead man in the hunt for Osama bin-dead-for-years-now….]
Oh, and Maj. General “Spider” Marks….
Is this a film about super-heroes in costumes?
Well, clearly, as noted at the top, I don’t know anything. I’ve had a limited window.
I think I found an old video of some aeronautical engineers testing the arcs and pings theory: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNRx5hc4gYc
I’m going to have to continue to work on my background tasks and will spend some time online for the next several days (apart from washing empty book shelves, vacuuming, mopping, packing more books, writing some checks, and waiting for the man from the cable company to re-wire the TV link), reading five days worth of detailed information, commentary, investigative reporting, and more.
I’m not going to try to render a blow-by-blow inclusive; it’ll be enough for me to catch up and be able to make a coherent and cogent comment in the future. It will be fun, though. I can’t wait to read what everyone else has made of this tragically-laughable comedy of cognitive filtration.
[And I didn’t even mention The Crimean mess, or Mayor Menino’s St. Patrick’s Day news.]
All right. Good night.