Monday, May 1, 2017

USA, Inc., of Thee I Lament.

Just as American Intelligence Media relates in the above link to their audio essay, attorney Karen Hudes asserts that we've been under a covert constitution since 1871. (See, ;  also see , generally, )
Attorney Mel Stamper has written that America has been under martial law since the time of Lincoln (c. 1861) and/or in a state of declared national emergency since 1933 (A Lawsuit is an Act of War; and, Fruits from a Poisonous Tree (2008).
For years I've heard various folks proclaim that courts are actually operating under Admiralty Law and the Uniform Commercial Code; that federal common law is dead (since Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins, 304 U.S. 64 (1938)?)
There is also much talk about the "strawman" (E.g., see that use all capital lettersthat we should use phrases such as "I do not wish to contract," or "I waive the benefits privilege," in order to defeat citations and other attempts to bring us in "under their jurisdiction," and so on.
I used to wish that some enterprising young law student would publish a law review article exposing and explaining this whole "alternative law" thing, toward a finding of whether or not it has any merit. (I believe it has.)  Some years ago I did a search to see whether anyone had published such an article, and I didn't find anything. I suppose I should check again. If I wasn't so overwhelmed by the topic I might have done it myself by now. But I do not think any accredited law school would dare to publish an article that debunks the very raison d'etre for that school's existence. (If I'm wrong, someone please let me know and direct me to such a law review article.)
Have a look at this article:
Its premises and tenor are it true? 
In this false age anything is possible. It took me over fifty years to finally wake up. Now I don't know what is true and correct anymore, except that my own moral compass guides me and prompts me to ask questions when I am bewildered. So forgive me if I seem befuddled, betwixt and between. I sometimes think it doesn't matter anymoreat my age I'm content to find a warm fire to sit by and some old scrappy memories of happier times to comfort me. The world can go to hell (it probably already hasin fact, maybe it is hell). Yes, perhaps The Fugs were rightthe world's all a lotta "NOTHING":

Sunday, April 23, 2017


Those of us who have not sold out to any particular ideology or guidance system offered by not-so-secret-societies (i.e., we who are “not of the body”) find ourselves highly frustrated and irritated. How in the world can we ever know the inner workings of so many competing not-so-secret-societies that are behind the machinations of the “deep state,” and that vie to distract us from ourselves?

Specifically, how do we sort through not-so-secret-societies to determine who-is-who and is leading us to what particular ends?  Here are the leading contenders:






—and how do the following players figure into this mish-mash?:
Intelligence and security agencies worldwide

neo-Nazis (the real National Socialists vs. the Swiss Octogon Templar variety vs. the Hollywood version)

Judaic supremacist extremist Zionists and neo-cons

the Vatican

New World Order corporatists

Pharaonic “blue blood” royalty
Even further down the poophole— consider these occultist/esoteric groups:




adherents to Zen and the Tao

Satanists/ Luciferians

How can we know anything anymore with any degree of certainty? With moorings all but gone—education, religion, media, all replaced by propaganda—wherein we are more dependent than ever on the web to be able to discern truth from horse feathers—how do we know we know what we know is true and correct?

Maybe, to one degree or another, we are lemmings, sheep being continually led by the nose down one garden path to the next by not-so-secret-societies—even as we mock others for being asleep and gullible. That is, just when we think we really know what’s going on in the world and understand how the world really works, we suddenly must stop, second-guess ourselves, and re-assess what we believe to be real.

Perhaps we are in a consciousness cul-de-sac, chasing our tails as we churn amid consensual reality and culture trance. But describing things with such sexy catch-phrases does not fully explain things or offer a solution for busting out of a matrix that has been slyly engineered to keep human beings from self-realizing their immense power and sovereignty.

I have written off all leftists, i.e., liberals, the so-called “progressives.” They have a mental disorder induced by cultural Marxism. Yes, I waive off this whole leftist ideological spectrum. Dare I call myself a “conservative,” when that moniker has been co-opted by Republicans-in-name-only (RINOs)? Or a Libertarian, when there are just as many problems with that ideology as being an anarchist?

Probably the best description of my political self is that I believe in the time-tested, traditional values and mores to which humans have aspired since time immemorial. This is much more than “political”—it is a lifeway, as much spiritual as political; it is a consciousness that is trans-cultural and Truth-seeking; it embraces love, the Good and the Beautiful, while using laser-like mental faculties and deeply intuitive sensibilities to flesh out reality and to reject their antitheses. It stands for justice. It rejects political systems in preference to rule by those whose merits have been proven in the fire of experience as worthy, regardless of ruling form.
I am speaking of standing in solidarity with “indestructible Tradition,” which is defined and discussed by Julius Evola (1898-1974): A tradition instilled and practiced by an individual who, with the aid of organizations and institutions aligned with traditional civilization and society, realizes himself completely, defends the principal values he recognizes as his own, and structures his life in a clear and unambiguous way. Evola identifies the type of human being capable of “riding the tiger”—an individual who can transform destructive processes into inner liberation—and, in so doing, offers hope to those who wish to reembrace Tradition. Evola, J., Ride the tiger: A survival manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul, (trans. by Joscelyn Godwin and Constance Fontana, 2003, Inner Traditions; Rochester, VT); orig. pub. as Cavalcare la Tigre, ©1961-2000, Edizioni Mediterranee, Rome.

On the brink of overhwlem, I came across a website that looks very promising:  NOTE: A “Former Jesuit” is involved. Might be problematic.

Go and see what’s offered there. Play their "Glass Bead Game." Citizen journalists can make a difference. As I wade into this milieu, I do so with the above overwhelm about how to know we know what we know is true and correct.

Saturday, April 15, 2017


Instead of looking to “bomb the shit” out of (((terrorists))), our fearless leader should take out the enablers who created, armed, funded and directed them. He need look no further than the unholy alliance of deep state American intelligence, Talmudic Israeli Mossad, the Wahhabist House of Saud, Qatar and Turkey. There are undoubtedly others, but these constitute the head of the viper.
The bombing of Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria and Yemen has enraged and hardened Muslims to hate the U.S. with a hyper-vengeance. They hate us for killing their families, their friends; they hate us for ruining their countries with depleted uranium that continues to mutate countless lives—and they hate our seemingly amoral secularized culture, represented easily by those shaved headed, wrap-around sunglass-wearing, techno-killers that have stalked their neighborhoods ever since the pretext of the 9-11 false flag operation gave them a green light.
It’s the easiest thing in the world for Talmudic-Wahhabist-corporatist servitors to capitalize on the pure hatred we have engendered in the Muslim world. Just offer Muslim malcontents refuge and hope that they can get their jihad on by channeling them into a private army of zealot-butchers. That’s what our rogue CIA had offered to the mujahedeen fighting the Soviets. (The CIA in fact originally built the tunnels in Afghanistan that the U.S. has just destroyed with its MOAB.) And the culprits named in the opening paragraph above have continued to nurture (((terrorism))) ever since, molding their “armed rebels” to whatever Zio-Sunni-petro-nation ends they choose.
Surely the intelligence that the White House gets is as good as any researcher can deduce from a discerning scan and read of certain websites, such as,, or even,, or  and .
So, Donald, fight the good fight by coming clean with the American people and the world. Don’t insult us by mouthing a lie about President Assad mounting a chemical attack on his own people—on “babies”—or Russia being complicit in such an inane and horrid hoax. Don’t betray the populist trust, especially in such a blatantly stupid way. Sure, attenuate invader immigration and go after jihadist scum masquerading as Muslims. But don’t fail to cut off the head of the viper that manages and controls them.
Supporters of the supposed anti-System president do not want to see you surrounded by neo-con con men creeps and their corrupted Pentagon groupies. Rid yourself of the vestigial corpus luteum that has surrounded the presidency at least since the time of Woodrow Wilson. Instead, embrace your natural inclination toward Jacksonian ways. Be tough out in the world, be rough but right; be intelligent about kicking ass—don’t be a Zio-cowboy pushing a Greater Israel agenda, wittingly or unwittingly.
On a simple, visceral level, one can judge your recent military adventurism by the winks and nods from those cultural Marxist Democrats and Establishment pimps that constitute the antithesis of the Trump revolution. Truly we must ask these morons: Why doth the heathen rage? However, don’t continue to be their fool or we all may be asking, “Why doth the Donald rage?
And while you’re at it (if the world can last), go out and attack the Federal Reserve System, Hitlery Pantsuit and all of the entrenched Obamacist traitors within the government (especially the Israeli-firsters)—get your family the hell out of the White House. Keep Steve Bannon by your side. Drain the Swamp and purge the American soil of anti-populist globalist goblins. Stop your f***ing around, dude, and stick to your campaign promises; build upon the profile you model of the new rugged individual!

Friday, April 7, 2017

DONALD, WE HARDLY KNEW YE ('til you wacked Syria)

Donald Trump had my support from the get-go—in spite of his impoverished vocabulary and lackluster oratorical skills. When he won the presidential election there was an immense sigh of relief that at least Hitlery Pantsuit had been put down. And as he ascended the throne, amid the crude cacophony of leftist name-calling and an unremitting gnashing of teeth (then and ever since), I felt vindicated but pissed by the outrageous disrespect and lies hurled at our new fearless leader—the first since JFK to buck of the System whole hog.
On April 6, with the barrage of Tomahawk missiles fired upon Syria, that support of Trump has fizzled. I was fine with his treatment of our neighbors to the south and north, but was already questioning his foreign policy leadership on a number of overseas fronts, namely:
1.      His appointment of Ms. Haley as another Russian-bashing, distastefully impolitic ambassador to the U.N.;
2.      His remarks about Russia coming to its senses and “returning Crimea”;
3.      His continuation of the provocative NATO build-up of troops in Poland and the Balkans;
4.      His siding with Wahhabist Saudi Arabia over Shia Yemen and Iran and a Shia-leaning, more tolerant, Alawite sect of Islam to which President Bashar al-Assad of Syria professes his faith;
5.      His very public saber-rattling and sanctions against Iran seems right out of the Israeli-Mossad playbook; and
6.      The aggressive ex-generals he has put in charge of everything from domestic intelligence to the Defense Department seem hell-bent on waging endless Neo-con falsities, wars, and continuing foreign entanglements.
This latest false flag chemical gas attack seemingly was swallowed by Trump and his war-hawks hook, line and sinker. What proof did they provide to the American people that Assad was in fact behind this dastardly deed? And now Trump has done an about-face on Syria; by illegally and unconstitutionally interfering in the affairs of that sovereign nation—something he formerly condemned Obama for doing—he has begun a conflagration that cannot end well.
Long-suffering Syria was just now coming close to peace and stability. With the strategic help of Russia, the terrorist proxies were being extinguished there by its duly elected and popularly supported President Assad and the patriotic troops loyal to the Syrian government. Any clear-thinking person would be dubious about an “Assad-assisted chemical attack” that would risk all of the hard-won gains made so far in the war against the horrid scourge of these proxy terrorist groups plaguing his people (and driving them into Western Europe with the generous help of Soros-funded groups).
Trump has committed a grievous wrong. He has violated international law and has now emboldened the terrorist proxies in Syria. Worse, he has played into the hands of the war-profiteering corporate elite and Judaic supremacist extremists with their expansionist agenda for a “Greater Israel” in the Middle East.
My Christian grandparents emigrated from Lebanon at the turn of the 20th Century. They had the foresight to see the handwriting on the wall even before the founding of the modern criminal state of Israel further fanned the flames of religious, sectarian hatred.
Donald Trump is relying on those Zio-Jews who are close to him in his family and who are rampant throughout his administration to concoct a foreign policy that is Israel-first and America-last. This is a betrayal of Trump’s America-first promise to We the People and a complete abandonment of the Founding Father’s warning to steer clear of foreign entanglements.
Like many other Trump supporters, I have been patiently waiting for Trump to “drain the swamp” of those who do not have the best interests of the country as their prime directive. Mostly this means careerist Zio-bureaucrats and their leftist and phony conservative stooge servitors embedded throughout the government of the United States. Instead of ranting on Twitter about the fake news and other distracting nuisances, how about taking some strong, deliberate action where it really counts: CLEAN HOUSE in the State Department, the Defense Department, the Justice Department, EPA, the FBI, CIA, NSA, and so on, so that the same Systemic cronies are not leading the country astray, as has been the case throughout the Bush-Clinton-Obama years.
As things stand today, I have gone from being a supporter of President Trump to feeling absolutely ambivalent toward a figurehead who has duped himself, and worse—denied the People—of a president of integrity and independence who embodies true American leadership. Wise up soon, Donald Trump, or end up on the trash heap of history where others end up who have been misguided by elitist, plutocratic, Rothschildean, anti-populist, occult-Luciferian, pedophiliac, blackmailing puppet-masters.    
Jack Suss aka Wyman Wicket, ,
examines and questions the world’s artificial constructs, seeking out those individuals and entities who are non-aligned with the System (i.e., not fatally compromised or co-opted into false consciousness). Recently he has published an intellectual autobiography of his last 25 years, Plight of the Cultural Mutant; and two thought-bomb, sci-fi tales: 23 Skiddoo—Way Back Beyond Across the Stars (2016) and Time Tweaking (2017).


In Wicket’s second thought-bomb sci-fi tale, two red pill compatriots plumb the noospheric depths. Sam Whent, the protaganist, travels to Thailand to enlist the support of his more tech-savvy friend, Bill Mansard, who has retired there. Together they build a time-travel helmet that facilitates their ability to astral travel to the akashic record, the “repository of all that has come before.”
Sam’s journal documents the misadventures of his six-week Thai daze. And as their stress builds, these two friends take refuge in the calming balm copiously offered there by the fairer sex. Both prurient and astral activities give rise to reflective digressions by Sam as the duo slogs through the trenches together.

The lads find that they can actually insert themselves into the akashic record, sometimes in a most lascivious manner. They then devise a plan to intervene and tweak unfolding past events so as to “back-formulate” history, hoping to bring about a better future—i.e., a world that has not hi-jacked and robbed humanity of its optimal potential. These amateur inner space explorers find out the hard way that they can change but not quite control the course of history—that’s a job long dominated by professional controllers (as Sam knows all too well).

Yes, two horn-dog, red pill compatriots invent a time travel helmet. The wearer is able to easily untether his astral body and direct it to any historical event in the akashic record. Their hope is to tweak a crucial point in history that will have a far-reaching future effect. By so doing they seek to rid the planet of a depraved neo-Marxism that has degenerated the West in the guise of a “progressive,” globalist, NWO con game of open borders, “diversity and multiculturalism,” and political correctness. But dangers lurk in the noosphere and in unintended consequences of their “time tweaking.”

Thursday, September 17, 2015

23 Skiddoo: Way Back Beyond Across the Stars

486 pgs.     
Published:  May 5, 2016 
Available as an ebook, paperback or hardcover:
Genre: Hybrid 
MetaPolitical Non-Fiction (in the guise of a) Thought-Bomb Sci-Fi Thriller
 Copyright © 2016 by Wyman Wicket
Read a review of the book at:

The lamp of reason does not dictate but serves three characters, who fall in together by happenstance. Each of the characters has waded into the cesspool of cowardly parasitism known as the System, comprised of Establishment and anti-Establishment. A rag-tag alliance unfolds that lays open the secret strength of the material world and the powers of a bodiless inner world; subconscious life-forces and supra-conscious spirit-forces illuminate reciprocal dimensions and set them to work; reality is a diabolic lie disseminated by (generally well-paid) half-wits, and the protagonists attack its self-imposed limitations, its exploitation of its own conscious debility that passes for virtue.  Thanatos is the elixir drunk by Earthlings unaware of their own deadened state. As bringers of eros (and as Muses for post-modernist truth-tellers), extraterrestrials are most unwelcome on planet Earth. The ruling globalist gang of bureaucrats has turned the planet into a dehumanization project. Celestial, agape forces are called upon to battle an Illuminati-type agenda. Our protagonists are the antiheroic heroes whose abnormative tickles are the impetus for unhinging the planetary chaos of an obsolete and dangerous consciousness; revolutionary cultural mutants who arm the masses with creative and imaginal thought-bombs.
Sos, the main sleuth/protagonist, inhabits a worldview with neo-primitivist propensities laced with inklings of aliens and an abiding sense that “everything fits together.” He is a supernaturalist and the aliens are symptomatic of that supernaturalism. Of course, there are some real aliens in play, so his intuitions are somewhat on the mark.
Next is Ex, a hyper-naturalist and nihilist that one might construct after reading the book Nihil Unbound. Everything has already happened and everyone is always already dead. There is merely the endless churning of matter, and mind is no more than an epiphenomenon, the echo of the last door closing in an empty amphitheater. But Ex is also something of a postmodernist, and even a dead man needs to make a living. So he designs worldviews for the hapless masses. Styling himself as something of a charismatic sociopath (along the lines of those who manage the present apocalypse) he cynically crafts worldviews like exotic flowers to adorn the hair and “heads” of the dead. He assumes all worldviews revolve on a fundamental denial of the fact that we are all already dead, perky zombies unable to face our own rank decay. In any case, he comes into contact with Sos, who needs help tweaking his own worldview and is writing a book on the subject, and who also wants to connect with others who think “outside the paradox box,” i.e., people who might come seeking Ex’s epistemological expertise—and the adventures begin.
A third sleuth, Ivan, is a hold-over Russian spy who went rogue after the fall of the USSR. He is a Marxist at heart, still committed to proletarian revolution, and is also an anthropological architect who has built up an intricate network of organizations to serve his spying—an insane asylum, a few cults, a prostitution ring, an ecstasy dispensary, and a hash den in the LA suburbs. Indeed, both the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service and the CIA would like to eliminate him, but they have a scant understanding of his organizations or his whereabouts. Ivan’s work as a seasoned, master spy, has also brought him in contact with real aliens. They consider him to be the da Vinci of social constructs among Earthlings and even occasionally employ him to help them craft various Illuminati red herrings and so on. Ivan, in turn, consults occasionally with Ex to get worldview ideas for his constructions. Ivan enjoys a tactical advantage due to the fact that he has been genetically altered and has a certain capacity to reshape his appearance.
23 Skiddoo: Way Back Beyond Across the Stars chronicles one crazy, long, hot summer in the life of Nathaniel Sos—a scruffy, beach-loving searcher for secret knowledge—as he rubs up against two worlds: one that hates, misconstrues or suspects him, and another that loves, guides and supports him. With the impetus of a special patron, Sos sets out to write The Cultural Mutant’s Guide to Consensual Reality and Culture Trance. In so doing he draws on his vast reservoir of prior research and writing. But a chance encounter puts him squarely in the center of an ultra-secret project and on the radar of intelligence agencies.
 At the behest of Sos’ benefactor, Ex and Ivan join forces with Sos and they metasticize into social terrorists in a world gone bland. They are, of course, a provocation to the System—a System that Sos is forever critiquing. Ex finds Sos’s critiques more palpable and more reliable than most of his clients’ worldviews; Ivan helps by guiding, in appropriate directions, Sos’ haphazard and self-choreographed way forward.
This rag-tag “team” of sleuths, aided by extraterrestrial and celestial advisors, arm Sos with the requisite knowledge, wisdom and confidence to negotiate his way clear of difficulties. In the process, our main protagonist is initiated into esoteric realms he had long intuited but, until now, was unable to confirm, access, and explore.
This is the story of a would-be sufi—a stumblebum and bluesman—a lovable sub-genius[1]—whose reverence for authentic experience, Jimi Hendrix, Love, Truth and Liberty, drive his dedication to debugging the big questions.
Through social critique, 23 Skiddoo riffs on the oppressive efforts of a parasitical, controlling elite to keep the world’s mind-controlled citizen-serfs in a perpetual state of “dissociation.”[2] In the book’s semiotic jumble of deduction, inference, parable, metaphor, and lucid dreamscapes, one may detect a new consciousness beginning to bud and blossom. This consciousness is steeped in tradition and adaptive to current circumstances; it is nothing short of a tapping into that flow of universal “juice”—a spiritual life force having the capacity to help us recall our true human potential, transform us, and release humanity from this prison planet, as it reaches way back beyond across the stars in its originary creative power. And yes, our scruffy protagonist finally gets a publishing deal and lots more in the bargain.

   When it comes to the conspiratorial worldview of history and current events, there are essentially three types of people:

(1) the true believer, who has read and researched much, is surprised by very little, and is sometimes accepting of more than sound reason and limited experience dictate;

(2) the absolute skeptic, who has no time for such inane, paranoid ramblings, believing them to be a diatribe of utter nonsense, and who has no patience to entertain anything of the sort; and

(3) the “well-rutted” worker-bee who is too distracted “making a living” and knows nothing of “hidden truth and forbidden knowledge,” but whose mind is open to pondering the imponderable taboos associated with any and all enigmas.
Particularly in the earlier chapters (and here and there throughout the book), our main protagonist tends to rage on in an occasionally sophomoric, diatribe style that is fairly typical of many who research and immerse themselves in the conspiratorial worldview. Some readers will require more patience than others to abide his rants. For example, a true believer might get bored or picayune about some of the arguments; the absolute skeptic will likely find it to be anathema and quit reading; and the busy person of established routine who knows nothing of these matters will probably find it somewhere between curious and dazzling.
The social critiques herein range from simple common sense to edgy complexity; the sentiments expressed are representative of the frustrating overwhelm and “tail-chasing” that go on in attempting to unravel the intricate web of deception that has been woven over and around us. The challenge is in using the “dissociated self” to analyze, articulate, and come to grips with the machinations of control systems. Those systems have been and continue to be the root cause of that dissociation, enabled via the mind-control of propaganda, with its constant barrage of disinformation. And so, this heuristic technique of immersion in the context is helpful to truly apprehend the conundrum of the researcher—to stand-in the-shoes of such folks who have only a partial or incomplete knowledge of an immense subject matter because they operate from a distinctly disadvantaged (viz., dissociated) condition.

[1]  Official Website of The Church of the SubGenius,™ Maintained by The SubGenius™ Foundation, Inc. in the name of J.R. “Bob” Dobbs–High Epopt & Living Slack Master. (n.d.).
[2] “Dissociation” might be thought of as a disabling condition of a psyche enthralled by its own deficient consciousness; or in consciousness theorist Jean Gebser’s terminology, possibilities for transparency (spiritual diaphaneity) remain in latency, so that a demonstrable presence of the future cannot fully unfold.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Plight of the Cultural Mutant

Autobiographical Literary Compilation/
Subversive Non-Fiction 
 Copyright © 2017 by Jack Suss (aka Wyman Wicket)
       What is considered mutant today was more the norm of yesteryear; the values of today’s mutant are actually steeped in the time-tested lifeways of tradition, while today’s normative dweeb snubs tradition in favor of “anything goes” (a vacuous and self-absorbed automaton reveling in an artificially enchanted, materialist universe).      
       As one whose feet are firmly planted on this Earth, I cannot identify with a planet steeped in lies, fraud and false consciousness; and as a natural-born American I do not pledge allegiance to a USA, Inc. that has been instrumental in steering the world along this self-same, doomed path.
       Thus, I am a cultural mutant; I cannot and will not bend and subscribe to what consensual reality and culture trance demand of me.

Extract from The Cultural Mutant’s
Guide to Consensual Reality and Culture Trance,
by Nathaniel Sos, the protagonist in 23 Skiddoo

       The cultural mutant somehow missed out on being or becoming a part of the neo-American dream: the techno-modernist vision, the triumphalist society, a person capable of easily identifying with the vapid, false consciousness of the age.  Society revels in its self-referent, solipsistic definition of success: its self-absorbed, materialist consensual reality and a culture trance that lulls ill-informed citizenry into complacency via rampant consumerism and an occult mind control.  The cultural mutant bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates against the cultural Marxist, self-hating white liberal podunks whose politically correct rhetoric gets thrown in one’s face.
       Follow the plight of this writer and accomplished blues piano player/singer, whose  study of law and esoteric subjects (e.g., consciousness, Spirit, secret knowledge), provide a template for engaging the world, for framing reality, but are not areas that translate easily, if at all, into money-making enterprises.
       But hey! Stop for a moment and consider the very nature of money and finance in the modern world:  the ubiquitous  Rothschild banking dynasty that controls the whole usurious System (e.g., the private, central bank cabal known as the Federal Reserve that creates money out of thin air, viz., by “fiat,” and then uses fractional reserve banking to charge interest on money that it never really “owned and loaned” in the first place). And flowing from this are the many, Hydra-headed corporations, think tanks, universities and professions whose participation in the System has seduced them into the same, Luciferian, materialist world of false consciousness and faux reality known as “progressive modernism.” Non merci!
       There is no comfort, safety and security for this cultural mutant—only his plight.
The Federal Reserve is in the business of counterfeiting money.

The mainstream media is in the business of counterfeiting news.

The pharmaceutical industry is in the business of counterfeiting medicine (Biopracy! They are stealing molecules from nature then counterfeiting their own patented variations.)

The medical schools are in the business of counterfeiting medical degrees. (When a doctor graduates from medical school, he still knows virtually nothing about nutrition.)

Doctors are in the business of counterfeiting false medical authority.

The mega-sized food corporations are in the business of counterfeiting food. (Processed cheese food product, anyone?)

The global consumer product companies are in the business of manufacturing counterfeit consumer products such as “baby oil” (which is really a petroleum product).

Social networks like Facebook are in the business of counterfeiting friends. (Please LIKE this article, okay?)

Cookie-cutter home builders are in the business of constructing counterfeit homes out of plywood, styrofoam and sheetrock… many these homes will not be standing in just 20 years.

Local city councils are in the business of counterfeiting power. (Obey or be punished!)

Public schools are in the business of counterfeiting school diplomas. (Huh? What? Who needs to learn how to write, anyway?)

The Pentagon is in the business of counterfeiting war. (Don’t have a war to fight? Bomb the World Trade Center and blame it on someone!)

Mainstream historians are in the business of counterfeiting history. (Everything you were taught about history in public school is a lie…)

The globalist banksters are in the business of counterfeiting debt. (You thought it was money, didn’t ya? But it’s really just debt.)

                   Mike Adams, Natural News  9/2/11

       Ah, but this cultural mutant author exhorts one and all – “take no guff and keep your sense of humor at all costs!”:

“Awaken, oh human beans! Be Not Content. Do not despair. Arise! Walk tall, immortal souls!” 


My Plight......1
That Old Woods......9
Tales from Arabian Days......10
The Ballad of a Disgruntled St. John’s Student (or, Did I Do So Badly In My First Semester?)......19
A Fractured Neo-Platonic Fable......24
Reflections on The Evolution of Consciousness ......35
Howl Reborn (or The Effect of Consensual Reality and Culture Trance on the Evolution of Human Consciousness)......56
Decolonizing History, Recolonizing the Academy: Lusting After the Things that Oppress Us......65
My Ayahuasca Conference Experience: Shamanism, Science, and Spirituality......77 
Dissociatives Anonymous......85
Underdog Reaction to Attacks on America......91
A Meeting with Morris Berman (or How I Got Up My Get-Up-and-Go)...93
SUV for Sale......97
The Real Culprit: Corpocracy......98
Evidence Mounting for Armchair Revolution: Ambivalent Couch Potatoes Mobilizing......102
Corpocracy’s Designs Still Off the Radar Screens of Public Policy Makers ......104
Civics Test For Those Wishing To Be President of the United States......106
Don’t Vote For Archie or Jughead......109
Legal Brief....110
Transforming Human Systems: The Values of Originary Custom, Integral Consciousness, and a New Epistemological Framing of Language......111
Eco-Community Land Trusts Holding Title as Corporations Sole: Organizing the Global Ecovillage Movement into a Network of Semi-Autonomous Zones......118
Stubby Knuckles......124
Fact Finding......127
The Weird Task Specialist......128
The Undercover Chauffeur......133
Jack, the Truck Driving Man......137
23 Skiddoo......150
A Coat of Arms for Friendship Heights......153