Monthly Archives: December 2014

debate and dialogue



Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. That’s why we must have debate and dialogue about psy-ops.

If one is connecting dots about psy-ops running between “Booze Allen Hamilton…Snowden…Wikileaks…the Hastings “assassination” , wikileaker holed up in Ecuadorean Embaprison, to Chelsea the transgender whistleblower/traitor/NY Times OpEd writer from Ft Leavenworth prison, to Snowden hiding in Russia”, one ought to be able to conjugate that with a lot more research, and then let it have some air and expose it to the world.

A psy-op isn’t proven because someone went to the same school as the children of someone else.

I went to the same school as Cleveland Earl Dodge III. We spent time together at his family summer home in the Thousand Islands. If you research Cleveland Earl Dodge and his son Cleveland Earl Dodge Jr., you will learn a lot. I also went to school with the two children of James McGregor Burns, in a town where one of the ministers was a well-known member of one of those Yale fraternities; maybe it was Skull and Bones.  I lived under the shadow of the 1,800-acre animal husbandry plantation belonging to Mrs. and Mrs. E. Parmalee Prentice.

Does this mean that I was taken in and tucked under the wing of the Rockefeller family or the Central Intelligence Agency and secretly “baked” in such a way that I would emerge in my 60’s to become a blogger whose aim was to mislead after I’d retired and had a heart attack and stroke under the watchful gaze of the Rockefeller influence in West Virginia?

It might be.   From this, someone might conclude that I’ve been a sleeper for decades.   Did you known I went to the same prep school as Valerie Jarrett?

Does this mean anything?  No.

It means that my parents, who were as snookered and confused as anyone and who were subject to or immersed in the beliefs of the day. found their way to a certain location and they had kids and the kids went along and they thought one of the kids should have the benefits of a decent education and so my step-mother took a job at the school as a secretary so they could afford the tuition.

My classmates were children of industrial wealth.  Does this mean that I subscribed to and embraced their world-view?  It must be that I am living in an apartment on a Social Security stipend and not in a mansion in the hills living off my investments as part of my “cover”. 

Has there been substantive debate and independent confirmation?  People have to be able to engage and converse with some transparency and to have their feet kept to the fire in terms of how they see things. How any one person sees something different is entirely possible.  We can’t possible put in a few short paragraphs all the hard and soft input that comes from our reading online and offline, as well as our interpersonal interactions offline, as well as our education, work experience, etc.  All those go in to making up perception. …

This is why ongoing, constructive and focused dialogue among bloggers is valuable.

One of the more inspiring things I ever read was from the late great Gabriel Marquez Garcia who spoke of tertuliana among journalists:

“… every afternoon at 5pm, the entire newspaper met for an unofficial coffee break somewhere in the newsroom, and took a breather from the daily tensions. It was an open discussion where we reviewed the hot themes of the day in each section of the newspaper and gave the final touches to the next day’s edition.”



‘… the Basie’s band was swinging

‘Cause that’s something else you know

They know how to play it, they know how to say it

They just wind it up and let it go….’ (3:34)







[Ed.: Maybe someone should write those two fellows an e-mail and inquire about the psy-op nature of national security law.]


“…Brown, 33, a feisty, confrontational figure, published incendiary findings about what private intelligence contractors were doing. His work, still largely ignored by the mainstream media, came before NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden’s revelations made government surveillance a household topic.

His reports based on hacked e-mails were nothing short of astonishing. Working through his virtual research syndicate Project PM, Brown described:

• The mass monitoring of social media networks

• A “cyber-intelligence complex” of breathtaking expanse

• Disinformation operations against Wikileaks and its supporters on behalf of Bank of America

• How analysts can control multiple fake online identities 

Dec 16, 2014 by Douglas Lucas

[Bold emphasis by editor, noting with interest the proximity of campaigns undertaken by the security state and its subcontractors on behalf of one of those Wall Street banks we’ve paid to bail out of they can continue to prey]


“… Quinn Norton, a journalist who covers the Anonymous movement, told the court: 

“The concept [that] you could be held responsible for [posting] a link is absolutely chilling for what I do. It’s absolutely chilling to what 21st Century journalism will be.”

I can’t understand for the life of me why I would be interested, can you?

“… Norton dated Aaron Swartz for three years.[9] Articles in The Atlantic and in The New Yorker indicate that she was pressured by prosecutors to offer information or testimony that could be used against Swartz, but that she denied having information that supported prosecutors’ claims of criminal intentions on Swartz’s part. Prosecutors nevertheless attempted to use a public blog post on Swartz’s blog that Norton mentioned, which may or may not have been co-authored by Swartz, as proof of a criminal intent.[9][10]  …”



Bill Blunden says that “the likelihood of a positive outcome will depend in part upon people acquiring access to alternative sources of accurate information.”

Bill Blunden, 


Monument to Hans and Sophie Scholl and the “White Rose” (German: Die Weiße Rose) resistance movement against the Nazi regime, in front of Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich, Bavaria, Germany.


Julie Levesque, a journalist and researcher with the Centre for Research on Globalization (CRG), Montreal, recently listened to a presentation by Jacques Pauwels and reported on fascism and war as tools of the elite elite-tools to crush and kill dissent , i.e., how global war is “about crushing mass revolutionary movements”. 

[This link has many quotes from the leaflets, and links to their complete text, as well as much more.] (3:53)

[There are about 40 videos on YouTube on this topic.]


Yes, it is true that the concept and name of The White Rose Society have been appropriated by people who are actively engaged in attempting to influence your worldview. 

It is perhaps the nature of power and hegemony (some might call it parasitism, some might see it as the choking of a python or the obscurantism of the octopus) that it cloaks, absorbs or chokes to death whatever or whomever it is that stands in their way or seeks to point out to others what is going on, who is responsible, and what some of their options might be.  

The White Rose phenomenon is but one example of people exercising their right to know and speak. 

The samizdat movement in Soviet Russia (met with techniques of torture, psychiatric manipulation, and forced feeding as documented by Vladimir Bukovsky and others) is another.  [These techniques are now used by the same folks seeking to overthrow Russia.]

Power will always suppress the urge for liberty and the right to know and speak.

Questions about Barrett Brown

Over the past few days, I’ve had e-mails from a reader who questioned the Barrett Brown truth and reality.  This reader is somewhat well-known among the comments section at numerous blogs and goes by the “pen” name of Aris Tocles [Aristocles) [see ] and he is known to me as someone who does some homework and asks a lot of questions.  He used to comment quite frequently at Kenny’s Sideshow but alas the author of that great blog is dead (God bless his soul) and so his vehicle lies abandoned by the side of the road (but his spirit remains out and about among us).

I don’t always endorse Aris’ conclusions and this is so in this content about Barrett Brown, which will show up down below as a pdf of the material he sent by e-mail, which he’s certified hasn’t been tampered with, edited, etc.

This may indeed be a trial balloon in the idea of dialogue and guests posts, but please don’t mistake any of the above as behavioral methods or rules I’ve carved into stone.  They are not.  But, as the New England poet once wrote, “good fences make good neighbors”.  It never hurts to insist on some rigidity in getting to clarity among two people communicating for the first time, or hoping to extend that relationship, or among people trying to understand or influence the flow of events, thoughts, etc.

In a separate blog entry, I’ll add my own thoughts and reactions but, for right now, here is a separate moment in which he can put forth his ideas.


Aris on Barrett Brown


Once in a while when I do a blog entry, I have to check with the way I have stated that I differentiate between the blogs to see where the topic best fits. The topic  of the day fits on all three. It’s about complicity versus compliance,  “shooting the messenger”, intimidation, journalism, the social media, attacks on journalists and  whistle-blowers, and more. It’s about Barrett Lancaster Brown. It’s about liberty.

In this case, it’s a mirror or re-blog of this morning’s Michael Krieger post: .

Barrett Lancaster Brown is a writer and activist who possesses a unique combination of ability, courage, wit and determination. This resume of personality traits turned him into a threatening individual once he decided to direct much of that energy against the prevailing corrupt status quo. This is also why he’s one of the roughly roughly 2.4 million Americans locked up within these United States; many of them for non-crimes.

The Feds went after Barrett Brown in the same manner in which they went after Aaron Swartz (tactics that led to the suicide of the latter). They came out with a bunch of trumped up charges, including that of copying and pasting a link (that charge was later dropped), and threatened him with 105 years in jail.

Brown has now served over two years in federal penitentiary without bail and his sentencing is tomorrow. He faces 10 years in jail for basically exposing the shady relationship between intelligence contractors and the U.S. government.

Kevin Gallagher, who runs Free Barrett Brown, wrote an article for the Daily Beast today. Here are some excerpts:

On December 16th, the journalist Barrett Brown will be sentenced before a judge in Dallas, Texas.

The government’s actions in this case have been extreme. Prosecutors in the Northern District of Texas have written that Brown, along with the activist group Anonymous, sought to overthrow the U.S. government. They tried to seize funds that were raised for his legal defense. They obtained a gag order against the defendant and his lawyers restricting what they could say about the case for several months. They sought to identify contributors to a website where Brown and others dissected leaks and researched shady links between intelligence contractors and governments. Perhaps most egregious of all, they pursued a case against Brown’s mother, who was forced to plead guilty to a misdemeanor related to a separate FBI raid on her home, resulting in six months probation and a $1,000 fine.

All of this makes little sense unless you’re familiar with what Barrett Brown did. He spent the beginning of 2011 advocating for the effectiveness of Anonymous as a force that could bring transparency to institutions and governments through digital protest. He took the thousands of e-mails that were hacked by Anonymous, first from HBGary Federal, and later from Stratfor, and enlisted others to help search through them for revelations of journalistic import.

What was uncovered was startling: a disinformation campaign against WikiLeaks and its supporters, large-scale monitoring of social networks, a capability for one analyst to control multiple online sock-puppets, and surveillance systems that seemed far-fetched until you read the e-mails for yourself and grasp the magnitude of the “cyber-intelligence complex” involved.

Brown was still sounding the alarm about one particular firm, Booz Allen Hamilton, when he was arrested on September 12, 2012. Later, a Booz Allen employee named Edward Snowden would famously come forward to confirm the company’s involvement in NSA surveillance operations. At that point, Brown’s warnings seemed prescient, although he is still one of a very small number of journalists who write about private intelligence contractors, an issue which has frankly not received the attention that it deserves.

Personally, I had never even heard of Booz Allen Hamilton before Barrett Brown highlighted them. A so-called “private” company that earns 99% of its revenues from the U.S. government.

In the last of a series of videos uploaded to YouTube that day, Brown threatened the FBI agent in charge of his case. His grievances against the FBI – besides their threats of prosecution towards his mother – had to do with his property being taken from him, and the harassment he’d been experiencing at the hands of online actors who were ostensibly either federal informants or connected to security contractors.

He was taken into custody that night in a heavily-armed FBI raid of his Dallas apartment, and has been jailed without bail ever since – over two years now. After several delays, his case concluded in a plea agreement, where he faces 8½ years maximum for (1) transmitting a threat in interstate commerce (2) accessory after the fact in the unauthorized access to a protected computer and (3) interference with the execution of a search warrant and aid and abet.

While the government works feverishly to keep him behind bars, the occasion of Barrett Brown’s sentencing is a worthwhile moment to reflect on whether the United States has regressed back to the political repression of the 1960s – or the methods of Russia – in the way the law is being used as a blunt instrument against whistleblowers and information activists, and on issues such as prosecutorial discretion.

Barrett is a Jedi of the Republic, a relentless investigative weapon of status quo destruction who presents a serious threat to the corrupt and criminal American crony “elite.” That’s why the system wants him locked up in a cage, and it’s precisely why we need him back on the streets.

If you need to get caught up, here are a few previous articles I wrote on the topic:

Barrett Brown: A Jailed American Dissident

Barrett Brown’s Letter from Jail

Rolling Stone Profiles Barrett Brown: Journalist, Activist and American Political Prisoner

Free Barrett Brown.

normal people

“With defense experts like Daniel Inouye, Buck McKeon, Carl Levin and Eric Cantor now largely gone from the congressional leadership of both parties, it is crucial that the importance of building a next-gen boomer on schedule be explained clearly to new members. The Navy is pretty good at that job, but sometimes it forgets that normal people have not been exposed to the intricacies of deterrence theory.” 

This article and the two sentences I extracted from it make me want to scream. Forbes is “the most famous economic magazine in the world” by those for whom wealth is in vogue.

I encountered this on the day after I received a personal note from James Douglass — he’s the fellow who, along with his wife, “founded Ground Zero Center for Nonviolent Action to protest against the construction of a Trident missile nuclear submarine base on the Kitsap Peninsula in the U.S. state of Washington.”  He describes such “boomers” as “a system that seemed to epitomize all the violence of our society.”

What makes me doubly angry is that Douglass’ book on JFK’s assassination made it eminently clear that the nation’s military-industrial-security state was highly culpable in the assassination. In addition, there is the recollection of the role played by Fortune magazine:

“In a head-on confrontation with the ruling elite of Big Steel, JFK ordered the Defense Department to switch huge military contracts away from the major steel companies to the smaller, more loyal contractors that had not defied him. After the big steel companies bitterly backed down from their price raises, JFK and his brother, Robert, were denounced as symbols of “ruthless power” by the Wall Street power brokers at the center of the military industrial complex.

By an editorial titled, Steel: The Ides of April(the month in which Kennedy faced down the steel executives), Henry Luce’s Fortune magazine called to readers’ minds the soothsayer’s warning in Shakespeare of the assassination of Julius Caesar. Fortune was warning Kennedy that his actions had confirmed the worst fears of corporate America about his presidency, and would have dire consequences. As interpreted by the most powerful people in the nation, the steel crisis was a logical prelude to Dallas.” 

The real kicker, though, ought to be apparent in the reference by which the classist snobbery of faux billionaires looking down on the concerns of “normal people” not understanding the theory that generates  an international arms race that totals over $50 billion  while the very same wealthy power brokers suckle at the public trough and lend our money to their friends without any accountability whatsoever at loan rates with an APR of less than 1 percent.

And then they tell us we need to be taught why we should pony up for systems of violence each of which includes 16 Trident II D5 SLBMs with eight or more MIRVed 100 ktTNT W76 nuclear warheads each, with a range of 4,000 nmi (7,400 km; 4,600 mi). 

That’s over ten thousand kilotons per boat. 

The single bomb that leveled Hiroshima weighed in at 15 kilotons, Nagasaki at 21 kilotons. 

This is insanity.

Where do you live, normal reader? 

Find the latitude and longitude of your residence and program those coordinates into this online tool ; it’s currently set for 100 kilotons, or just one of those eight MIRV’ed warheads.  

[Note that the tool is set-up for over-pressure only and does not simulate thermal damage, fallout or any of the secondary and tertiary consequences.]

Yes, that’s right; your normal city gets its very own; just center the bulls-eye, unless you happen to live as far away from humanity as is possible. 

Center that bulls-eye on your congress-critter’s office and send him a photocopy of the map.

Even if you allowed for some error, how did you fare, Mr. and Mrs. Normal? 


The Implosion Of American Culture

Tuesday, 09 December 2014 16:39 JC Collins

This article was written by JC Collins and originally published at The Philosophy Of Metrics and is re-posted here from .

It was widely expressed by the mainstream media of the time that the collapse of the Soviet Union and the fall of the Berlin Wall could not have been predicted. In hindsight, the stagnation and drop in oil prices should have been the obvious signs that a dramatic change was coming. And when the USSR began to borrow from western banks, the fix was in.

Western banks is something of a misnomer, as no bank, or conglomerate of banking interests, can exist separate and independent of the larger international banking structure which has been built throughout the the 20th Century. Stagnate growth and the deflationary oil prices which began in 1986 acted as fine toothed methods of transferring wealth from the social trust within the Soviet Union, forcing banks within the USSR to borrow from western banks, which was in fact an exchange of assets amongst financial institutions.

The inevitable policy shifts towards “perestroika” were obvious and planned well in advance.  The agricultural crisis within the country was designed to parallel the mass movement towards “glasnost”, or openness.

When we consider the larger mandates of the CSI, Cultural and Socioeconomic Interception, the same machinations as “perestroika” and ‘glasnost” can be observed in the social fragmentation and devolution of the American middle class. Where the Soviet Union enacted policies which instigated the CSI changes within the country, it will be Americas lack of enacting policy change which will precipitate the implosion of its culture.

See post The First False Flags for a further understanding of what is meant by the term CSI, or Cultural and Socioeconomic Interception.

To understand what this means we must consider the expansion of American culture around the globe since 1944, which was the year the USD became the primary reserve currency used in global trade. As use of the dollar increased, so did the acceptance of western culture.  Everything from McDonald’s burgers to Hollywood creations were exported around the world.

Like the second crucifixion of the etheric double, America has followed the Soviet Union down the path of re-engineering its ideological culture.

Russia has no more moved towards democracy than America has moved towards Communism.  Both have shifted towards a new socialist middle ground where centralization has woven the macro economic system tighter around a supra-sovereign statehood.

The Cold War was the dialectic conditioning of the whole world.  [Emphasis by Sullen Boy.]

Over the last few years we have begun to see once stable American institutions and companies begin to struggle.  McDonalds growth has begun to slow and Sears, along with other big box stores, have been closing.  Even legendary director Steven Spielberg has suggested that Hollywood will “implode” soon.

As use of the dollar levels off and begins to recede into the blend of multilateral currencies, the culture that grew up around it will also recede and implode back into the place from where it originated.

This implosion of culture can be seen in the recent racial and political divide which has been given focus in the riots and protests across the country.  The media is doing its part to push the CSI engineering into the homes and minds of the disorganized masses.  Many speculate that the riots have failed to spread as desired, but I reckon that they were extremely successful in that they leveled up the tension and pre-prejudice for a continuation of the slow motion implosion and transition to the international mindset collective.

The Black Friday madness is blown larger for maximum effect and the greed of America is the subconscious message which is being implanted in minds around the world.  This message is trended throughout mainstream media, alternative media, and social media.

The other side of this CSI engineering is instability. Both greed and instability have now begun to feed from the tail of the other as American culture descends into the unknown bounds of ignorance. Political leaders and the political process has become so degraded that even Americans themselves are now looking towards figures like Russia’s Putin for inspiration. This is no doubt by design as it slowly dawns on the American people that they have become the “isolated” contagion from which the rest of the world is attempting to vaccinate itself against.

Yet, nowhere are the masses being informed and educated about the reality of economics and politics, let alone about the decay of culture and self.  The media is proactively avoiding any meaningful truth and facts about the state of existence for the majority of the population. What is obvious subconsciously is ignored consciously in everyday thoughts and actions.

From this engineered ignorance the surprise of a “fall of the Berlin Wall moment” will emerge and crawl across the face of the western man.

The spread of greed is apparent and now the deeper injection of instability will continue to build on the economic CSI which began in 2008.  Central banks around the world and the Bank for International Settlements have already begun to implant the meme that they can no longer provide liquidity in the next crisis.  See the post The Enlargement of the Dialectic Collapse.

Across the globe the message is being promoted that America is holding up the much needed reform of the international monetary system, reforms which will “prevent and strengthen the global economy against future liquidity and credit shocks as well as exchange rate instability”.

In November of 2010 the G20 countries along with the International Monetary Fund agreed to reforming the international system.  These reforms have been held up in the US Congress since and the message is being sent that the rest of the world is becoming impatient and tired of the American games.

It is beginning to look likely that the the IMF Reforms were never meant to be passed and enacted as written back in 2010. As such, the IMF along with the BRICS countries and other G20 members, have devised methods of bypassing America and implementing and even broader reform of the institution.  This Plan B implementation will build on the meme of “American greed and instability” in order to create acceptance of a reformed system which has stripped the US of its veto power on the IMF Executive Board, as well double the actual quota commitment from member countries.

Reader Matt McBride has provided a link which explains in great detail the Plan B components and how they will likely be implemented in the coming months.  I would strongly encourage all readers to study the material and fully understand it as the world stands on the threshold of change.

Time for the United States to Risk Its IMF Veto

We are also likely to see some drama in Congress as both political parties attempt to agree on a fiscal budget for 2015. The government shutdown which happened last year has planted the CSI seed for what comes next.  It is being proposed that the Democrats will include the 2010 IMF Reforms in the 2015 Fiscal Bill.  But will the Republicans approve or continue to delay and push the world into the throes of financial collapse?

With the recent drop in oil prices and the inevitable fragmentation of OPEC, the instability theme is being built on so when the time comes the acceptance of oil and other commodities being denominated in SDR’s will not be challenged.  See post The End of OPEC for further reading on the transition of energy markets and the trend of banks exiting the commodities markets.

Now that Saudi Arabian interests have been secured through Chinese bonds, the fragmentation of old “dollar based” structures such as OPEC can begin. Everywhere a dollar based institution has been established will see change as the system transitions and the multilateral emerges.

By July, 2015, the renminbi will be added to the SDR basket composition and from that moment SDR bonds will begin to re-liquify the international financial system. See post Renminbi ??? and the Alternative IMF Reforms.

The current deflation of commodities will be temporary and the new SDR commodities exchange will “correct” the imbalances in the system caused by American greed and the USD instability.

As the QE policies of central banks handled the exchange of low liquidity bonds from charter banks back to the balance sheets of the central banks themselves, the SDR bond system will orchestrate a sort of QE in reverse as the central banks exchange the low liquidity assets on their balance sheets for SDR assets, which will be considered high liquidity assets.

As well as the posts Something SDR This Way Comes – Deflation and Liquidity for the MFS. and The Old Economics of Devonian Water – How Current Debt Transforms Into SDR Liquidity.

The complete machinations of this multilateral transition is obscured to the disorganized masses through complete misdirection and propaganda of American privilege and greatness.  Such will be the surprise when the implosion of American culture reaches a tipping point where the multilateral financial system is fully enacted on the ruins of western CSI engineered ignorance.

They will say no one saw it coming.  But there are those of us across the internet, on blogs just like this one, who have seen it coming and have been talking about it for a long time.  The exact details of every point of transition and interception is not easily discerned, but the overall macro trend is clear and there are a few moments of sudden adjustments coming.  The sad reality is that the disorganized masses will remain ignorant to the whole process as they become consumed with television news drama that hides the structural truth behind the engineered cultural implosion of the American identity. 


Among the memorabilia that poured out of four boxes that had been stored away for decades by a sibling after my parents passed were the following:

A tiny wallet photo of my first best friend (between the ages of five and nine), Jimmy Bortz, springing forth memories of slag chocolate, toast on the way to school, and a pile of cash on the kitchen table belonging to his dad the chocolatier who made Easter bunnies;

A slightly-larger photo of my favorite car, my white Fiat X1/9.

Stuck in at the bottom of the box was a booklet which was a reprint from an old DownEast magazine about the shipyard in South Bristol, Maine.  Harvey Gamage is noted for having built more boats than the Bath Iron Works. The General Dynamics Crown family funded Bath Iron Works now build next-gene stealth Aegis cruisers for nuclear war on the Kennebec; the Gamage yard is on the Damariscotta River, also home to (arguably) the world’s best oysters. “Bristol Yacht Building Company, later known as H.F. Gamage Shipbuilding, built minesweepers for the United States Navy during World War II.[6]” Harvey was a quintessential soft-spoken DownEaster, but the internet will show you only references to the famous boat named after him, and the shipyard (now a major port of call for the wealthy yachtsmen summering on the coast).

There was a page ripped out of my father’s old high school yearbook from the Hillhouse High School where — will wonders never cease, he was the manager of the football squad, a sport invented in New Haven in 1884  — and which revealed that he wanted to be an electric-railway engineer. His dad was a mechanical engineer.

That was seven years after electrified rail got to New Haven for the first time. I don’t think he ever got to drive a train, but I remember him showcasing one of the first snowmobiles on Notch Road as it ran up the highest mountain in the state towering over the mills he tried to fill with new industry.

Other clippings indicate he was an aficionado of statistics (I was given a mercy “D” in my college statistics class). He got a letter dated 6/26/68 from his boss on his election to fellowship in a national organization with the notation that he was “one of the best” in his profession.


An entire newspaper (the Bennington Banner for Friday, October 3rd, 1975) which was saved because the cover photo and lead article was about my father having been named at age 72 to a $50 a week part-time executive director of a local group organizing the bicentennial celebration for the Battle_of_Bennington; I remember when he passed and my mother said “take whatever books you’re interested in” and my eye was immediately drawn to Rebels and Redcoats by Hugh Scheer [ ]. A letter of commendation for his work from the New Hampshire American Revolution Bicentennial Commission was also in the files: “You certainly put on event which was one of the highlights of the nation’s 200 anniversary celebrations”, perhaps fitting because of the importance of the battle itself in allowing the hastily-assembled force of 2,000 to prevent the pincer movement on the Hudson from surviving due to logistics. “[N]one of them surpassed your event in dignity and impressiveness.”

The commemorative package found in the box included contemporary newspaper accounts from 1775 (The London Gazette, The Freeman’s Journal), as well as The Rudd letter, the Seth Warner letter, Col. Warner’s muster roll, and the Durnford map.

… throughout his military career, Seth rose to meet many difficult challenges and situations demonstrating excellent military understanding.  Period military manuals describe withdrawing a smaller force and remaining intact in the face of a stronger one is one of the most dangerous and demanding situations for a military commander.

I’ve walked the ground there several times. The famous monument in Bennington is, of course, no where near the battlefield itself. Having transplanted myself to Eastern Mass., I’m much more familiar with the ground and the history of Lexington, Concord and Battle Road, but I’ve also visited Trenton, Princeton and Saratoga. And one of the best books I’ve ever read was Ray Raphael’s “The First American Revolution”, lessons from which still need to be learned.

What is interesting about the man is that — also in that stack of memorabilia — were countless pieces of provenance for the photos, gilded earthenware sherry cups, and other memories of his week-long trip to his ancestral roots in England at the time of the last coronation of British royalty.


Clearly the trip back down memory lane told the tale that the seed doesn’t fall far from the tree. There were a dozen or more yellowed newspaper clippings from the early 1950’s starring my step-mother. In addition to being a Girl Scout leader and a Cub Scout leader, she was an auxiliary leader for the local community hospital and the captain of the medical corps for the county  Civil Defense agency, demonstrating first aid techniques, or organizing mock evacuations and disaster drills. I remember playing the part of a victim as a Cub Scout and being bandaged up and taken away on a stretcher. She didn’t talk about it much over the years and I certainly don’t remember any effort on her part at all to get me interested in the field, but I guess the sub-conscious mind finds its own way: I became involved in ambulance work, instruction and coordination activities and eventually focused on mass casualty incident management and emergency management.  She never said a word. Nor did she ever say a word about the fellow whose last name she brought with her to her marriage to my father, but his picture (actually, two of them) of a handsome sailor (predictive in that my sister also married a handsome sailor), a note, and a message of condolence on her loss, filled in the blanks. She buried a love in her heart and insisted that her new husband bury the love and memories of the woman who gave birth to his children, leaving questions but no answers from people long gone yet instrumental in your life’s development.

The really interesting thing about all those clippings is that they had significant amounts of seemingly-irrelevant text from days gone by, but they covered the same topics that still occupy us. In mid-November 1951 “Mock Attack Alerts P.T.A. to Dangers of Atomic Raid”: “The program was designed to awaken members of the organization to the need for preparation for possible future emergencies”. This was six years after Hiroshima-Nagasaki and two years after the first Russian atomic test. And although few people knew it, certainly not the little bandaged Cub Scouts , both the US and Russia had tested hydrogen weapons, each a thousand times more powerful than the atomic weapons we’d dropped on Japan. I doubt my parents, or too many people in the US, were aware of how entreaties for peace by Japan — a month before the first bomb was dropped — were shuttled back and forth in a lazy bureaucratic fashion by the OSS officer holding court in the vicinity of the Bank of International Settlements  which was the existent diplomatic post office for his efforts. [See the end of the book “The Secret Surrender” by Allen Dulles.  Note that Ashton Carter’s theory is that force must be used to prevent others from getting nuclear weapons; he’s the proposed SecDef coming out of his job as an advisor for the Rothschild faction. ]

The lady in question was demonstrating the technique for stopping a nosebleed.

This 35-minute documentary hadn’t been filmed yet.

The head of the medical division of the state’s Civil Defense agency decried “‘scare propaganda’” which encourages a defeatist attitude toward the possibility of nuclear attack”.

Just before my parents died, I co-wrote the position paper by Physicians for Social Responsibility on the absolute futility of the Pentagon’s plans for using civilian hospitals to handle the victims from limited nuclear combat in Europe; the war planners thought they’d decimate the score of Russian tank divisions streaming through the Fulda Gap with battlefield nukes called “Davy Crocketts”. [Note that, in my retrospective opinion, I lost two (perhaps three) top-paying jobs because I had written that paper.]

In 2006, I read Dee Garrison’s “Bracing for Armageddon: Why Civil Defense Never Worked”, as well as Cooper and Block’s “Disaster: Hurricane Katrina and the Failure of Homeland Security”.

Most Americans can’t appreciate that extensive planning for nuclear survival is indicative of — or may generate — a first-strike by either side.

Is the same true for all the prepping that we’re told to do?

Shouldn’t we sidestep being asked to live in fear (and thus succumb to our everyday desires of greed, power, lust and ‘I don’t give a hoot about others’ attitudes)?

Isn’t the War Games movie correct in saying that the only way to win the game is not to play it.

We are creatures of our times and we consume what we are fed.

On December 3rd, 1958, on the back side of a clipping about my father’s efforts to bring industry to the Northern Berkshires, I found the front page headline article on efforts by the Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPA) to put a half-ton object into orbit from the Vandenberg base in California with the help of an IRBM. This was apparently when ARPA was gingerly becoming DARPA. Tonight I discovered the apparently-incoming SecDef once lobbied for a first strike against North Korea and is a leading voice for massively upgrading our nuclear capacity and capability when we can already bounce the rubble enough to turn it into magma.

And the headline to the right on the front page article that announced my father’s selection as the Bennington bicentennialist said “IRS tax lists are used by intelligence agencies”. “One wonders” said Senate investigator Frank Church, “how an agency designated to collect revenue got into the business of defining and investigating political prisoners.”

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In addition to other clippings about my father’s work, as well as some potent testimonials to his value as a salesman for the state when it came to industrial development, there were past report cards indicating that I was an avid reader and sometimes sloppy in my math, and that I liked to break outside the preferred and mandated lines of scholastic regiment to actually talk to my classmates (something my grandson is now noted to be doing).

I suspect the system has never wanted anyone to talk to anyone for fear they might become enlightened about some things; the rules of the school room translate almost without effort to the workplace, and to the neighborhoods of ticky-tacky Levittown boxes where we stay indoors and befriend the people on TV.

There was a picture of my long-lost half-brother (half a generation older and an unknown to me, by the preference of my father and step-mother), an Army Ranger and Korean veteran.

I also found the wedding announcement of my birth mother to my father (thus supplying another name for my own search efforts); it turns out there’s a wee bit of Scots-Irish blood in me after all.   George Washington once said that if he was pursued by the Redcoats, he’d retreat to make a stand with the bravest of the brave in Appalachia.

There were also countless clippings of whatever happened to all those nice young girls my mother was always trying to hook me up with. One of them went on to study in a girls’ finishing school on the Isle of Wight; the other one, the one I grasped in my hands as she leaned in, standing on one leg, in the play “The Importance of Being Earnest”, became a medical researcher at the Rockefeller University and married a fellow who went to work at Morgan Guaranty Bank.

If you read the roster of the handful of kids in my 8th and 9th grade classes, you’d find many representatives of the hidden power and wealth of America.


We lived across the street from the sprawling Mount Hope Farm, owned by an expert in animal husbandry (eugenics for cows and chickens) who was married to a Rockefeller. She lived there during the month of June and used to tour the farm in one of her open-air phaetons to inspect the quality of “housekeeping” done by her staff; the maids stayed in what could qualify as a elegant three-star hotel, she had the 80-+ room mansion with the pool on the second floor, with extensive gardens. The fleet of phaetons stayed in their own 12-bay garage. The cows had their own “million-dollar” cow barn, with marble floors and gold-plated water troughs.

My granddad was the shop superintendent at Winchester Arms, and my dad worked briefly for Lee, Higginson & Co.  He had a falling out with his father over what it was never made clear, though I am told it was because my father wouldn’t give up his pipe.  (He eventually did when it gave him throat cancer.)  But I’d sure like to have a talk with him now about what he knew and saw when he worked on Wall Street, jobs he either lost, quit or got fired from.

There was a Dodge in my class, the Third. He went to Hotchkiss, then on from there.  I remember spending a week with him on their island in the middle of the St. Lawrence, playing a form of tag by throwing and retrieving old used tennis balls at the sails of the St. Lawrence skiffs , two-person masted canoes with a centerboard, darting in and out of each others’ ways, the islands, and the freighter traffic in the main lane. I stubbed my toe playing stickball on the tennis courts, and we stayed up and camped out one night to watch the Northern Lights. There was so much wealth, but I never felt comfortable with it, and the elite families I knew never felt comfortable with me. I am glad, and I have no regrets. There was an air of pretentiousness and exceptionalism that was disconcerting on a good day, sickening on a bad day. That pyramidal gap was palpable, visible.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back….