No Kings Performed by No Brains

As far more involved people than I have mentioned, the "No Kings" demonstrations, obviously intended as just one more attack on President Trump, his money and his influence, were apparently paid for by influential America-hating billionaires on the political left (surprise!).  To get this straight -- members of the billionaire class organized funding to pay for posters and all the usual street trash paraphernalia condemning billionaires named Donald Trump. Hmm.  All one has to do is take a good look at the well-organized crowds of hysterical or plain-crazy protestors and there must be an immediate realization that all of this is just bad, very bad drama.  These are the events which make radical Democrats proud.  Unfortunately, these are also the events portraying the street trash and leftists as insane, stupid or deluded almost by trademark.

Match the "No Kings" nonsense with brand new findings that FEMA under Uncle Joe Biden actually DID -- by intent -- deny or inhibit aid to disaster survivors if they were known to be Republicans or Trump supporters and what do you have?  You have all the fascism for which one could hope when coordinated with all the other actions that consistently failing Democrat leaders subject the American people to when opportunities arise.

Republicans and Trump are not perfect, but anybody searching high and low for the threat of a fascist government usurping the country and its Constitution must look firmly to the left, the "modern" Democrat Party whose very roots are being chomped into a black void by extremists dedicated to an ultimately demonic form of "hope and change."  Their hope and change, not ours.

Or as former president Obama, that grand old master and supreme leader of the Democrats once said in a moment of declarative health care ("Obamacare") brilliance, if you like your doctor you can keep your doctor.

Concurrently then, we assume that under Democrat rule sometime in the future, if you like your country you can keep your country?  Don't bet on it.

Outcasts and Infighting

While Taylor Swift sings (for those who care) and captures the attention of swooning female fans and horny teenage boys, going unnoticed by those anchored in brief and ultimate irrelevance are strange things speeding through our solar system from some far, far place in the universe.  If it isn't an asteroid seemingly controlled by unusual propulsion qualities (Oumuamua) it's the more recent 3I/ATLAS comet, a most peculiar visitor -- never to return -- announcing its coming with peculiar and wildly unexpected attributes.  That this ancient (three billion years old?) gigantic artifact appears to be spraying out actual water, quantities large enough to equal what a fire hose would blow out 24/7, has set conventional cometary theory on its ass.

One might wonder whether our little corner of The Vast Somethingness is poised to receive even more and stranger outcasts from a place and time long far away.  Are we in receipt of the flotsam and jetsam of some long dead solar system whose remnants are finally making their way toward ours?  Comets are generally believed to be among the earliest fragments of the universe's creation, the witnesses and watchers of all that is or was -- yet this one appears all but equipped for overnight camping out, complete with H2O and whatever resources of which we still know little.

Actually, taking a ride on a comet (echoes of a reviewer's praise of Charles Fort's books come to mind. . .) out and away from planet Earth doesn't sound like a bad idea, now that American business people (Ford Motor Co., etc.) have returned from a tour of Chinese factories in shock, astounded by China's immense progress in robotics, energy production, inexpensive automobiles and other futuristic plans -- while we in the USA sit on our hands, intimidated and slowed in our efforts by politics, absurd mountains of legislation and unions, unions, unions.  Are we dead yet?

But impressed we are with President Trump's efforts both in the Middle East and on the ground with I.C.E. in America.  

Trouble is, in trying to negotiate anything, when we look upon radical Islam and say oh, my, what a backward, brutal ancient religion you are -- and then Islam or those of a similar mind might respond by saying, whoa dude, your Christianity is also an ancient religion with its faults, so who are you to tell us we're inferior?  Simply put, whether the name is Jesus, Mohammad, Zeus, Thor, the goddess Diana  or a wooden god on a post constructed by some old jungle civilization it's all confined in the same bubble o' craziness, and the only escape is to grab onto the next comet or asteroid and get out of town. Oh, and speaking of comet riders -- be sure to say hi to Marshall Applewhite and the gang.

Bits and Pieces for October 2025

So, it's Sunday and I'm drifting among the morning news shows, the talking heads and various disembodied voices attached to radio and TV, and there pops up a declaration from the Pope in the Vatican.  "Embrace immigrants," he advises -- commands -- the world.  Mr. Pope, sir, thank you very much, but why don't you fill your personal papal bedroom with lodging for a few dozen Third World Islamic cutthroats and head-choppers and see if your head remains attached to the rest of your Holiness in the morning? Seems that's the least you can do, considering how The Church has spent decades filling my country, the USA, with the scummiest and most change-resistant people on the planet.  As always. breaking news from the Vatican is seldom worth chicken feed, and when it involves me paying for its intentions, the words go to hell (literally) come to mind.

While some of you despise the Trump administration to the max, keep in mind what the Democrats did to us and will do again once they regain power one day.  Anybody who believes the borders will remain secure and the nation's crime rate on the decline is living a leftist fantasy.

Dr. Jane Goodall dies:  The world lost one super- compassionate human who actually understood animal intelligence and the balance of nature, while the rest of us sat around scratching our butts and wondering what we can kill to either prepare in the kitchen or mount on the wall with some depraved sense of pride beyond my personal understanding.  Then I look around and. . .

Every damned thing revolves around sports! Like some kind of mass-induced gulag, there is no escape.  Wherever one looks, somebody attempts to put a ball in a hole, in a hoop, over a net, over a painted line or sometimes even into somebody else's face.  Then half the country cries when a "sports injury" defeats somebody on the playing field who, for the most part, was there mainly to satisfy his or her own ego.  Colorful uniforms and athletic "gear" complete the non-stop foolishness to which alleged adults are exposed, culminating into losers and winners and locker room interviews where players repeat exactly the same words they said last time.  To them I dedicate today's visual, the chest wig they all wear literally or in their minds.

The only thing crazier than the "support your team" madness which somehow keeps society going is the parent, generally a father, insistent upon getting his son into youth sports so he "doesn't turn into a homosexual," oblivious to the possibility that exposing his child to the locker room showers and strict male camaraderie might tip those scales in precisely that direction (consider stories from all-male boarding schools).

On the subject of who's gay/who's not gay, we will suggest to Secretary Hegseth that while we understand the reasoning behind not enticing trans people to join the military (too many emotional problems), he needs to leave gay servicemen and women alone.  I contend that, as in civilian life, hospitals and medical centers rely substantially upon a gay health care population of employees.  Military hospitals?  Oh, you bet.

Saturday Night Live:  The new season premiere had a moment or two, but sucked far more than I anticipated.  I guess "Bad Bunny" has an entertainment presence, but maybe he could just drop the Bunny part from his name.  SNL has long become filler material for empty viewer heads.  Bring back the late, late show movie, even if it's necessary to reach back to the thirties for celluloid relief.

Sophie's choice:  The almost-assassin of Supreme Court Justice Kavanaugh is going to prison for a few years, apparently not as much as he would have had he not turned tranny with a new name of "Sophie."  That men so easily become women these days is on the same level as "professional" athletics to me.

Ivermectin and you:  If you're not watching "Full Measure" on TV every week you're missing a lot.  Attempts to make a generic version of the old standby drug ivermectin available over the counter (perhaps with hydroxychloroquine) for Covid relief are in play -- and should be, as was discussed this week (see my link to watch the current episode).

Blowing up boats from Venezuela:  Okay Mr. President, but are we simultaneously drugging the hell out of ocean creatures when all that Fentanyl and other concoctions infiltrate the sea?  How do you administer Narcan to a shark or octopus?

Abortion pills for the masses:  Well, THAT pissed off Republicans who aren't accustomed to being blind-sided.  A derivative of the abortion pill Mifepristone has been approved for the public by the courts, while hardcore GOP congressional folk anticipated otherwise.  For all the good things Republicans are doing, there is always a segment that persists in taking control of women's bodies and essentially beating them with their Bibles.  Mr. or Ms. congressional representative, I say to you:  Conduct your personal lives as you wish, but leave women who aren't you alone.  Good grief, you insist you're showing compassion while at the same time demanding prison and other punishment for reproductive decisions not to your liking.  Yes, women need to live with the decisions they make, but such decisions are theirs nonetheless, so go back to your desks and your pulpits and worry about your own souls or lack thereof.

Congratulations I.C.E.  The street trash hate you, but cleaning up the stink-tuary cities and defeating so-called public officials who endorse plain ol' criminality is the right thing to do.

The FCC:  My preference would be to abolish the Federal Communications Commission entirely (maybe I'm still pissed that I had to obtain that Third Class broadcast license years ago which amounted to absolutely nothing), but I must say its director Mr. Carr -- whom I highly respect nonetheless -- did cut it a bit close regarding the Jimmy Kimmel situation.  If I had my way, there's not a word that could be censored on the airwaves or in print, though libel and slander laws would likely remain virtually intact.

A star is born: Artificial Intelligence creates an actress.  You've seen her image, a digitally manufactured actress with extreme beauty and a head filled with nothing but what the production staff decides to install.  But why does Hollywood rage, when "she" as a digital construction mimics exactly so many other actors in the industry?  No wonder Hollywood is running scared.  Sorry Tinseltown, not even your socialist benefactors can save you now.  Referencing motion picture history, may we suggest that the rain in Spain stays mainly on the computerized brain?

By the way, celebs:  What is this tendency to produce bio movies of actors and actresses STILL LIVING?  Shouldn't we rightfully wait until they're dead so the really bad or creepy stuff can be included in a biopic?  I mean, hell, would a living Joan Crawford have approved Mommie Dearest in its final form?!  I don't wish them an early demise, but wouldn't it be best to wait on doing bio epics on the likes of Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen or Neil Diamond?  As humans, we all have this little problem of bits and pieces of our lives leaking out AFTER we're gone, and it just seems so wrong to film essential tributes to celebs somehow honoring celebrities about whom pieces, good or bad, are still missing.  Thank GOD I'm a forgettable nothing with the prospect of not so much as a series of Polaroid shots made of my own life!

TikTok sex and Others:  You devoutly religious folk have a problem.  You're telling your kids not to post naked online photos or videos or to have sex at an early age.  That's nice, trouble is God apparently gave them functioning body equipment at a very early age.  Why?  To lead them into temptation, risking holy punishment?  What are they supposed to do with sex?  The ancients apparently celebrated sex at all ages, yet our enlightened overseers with government or so-proper social connections strive to deny reality every minute of every day.  How is it that sex and prison remain so closely related in contemporary society?  Anyway, as we were saying, the rain in Spain stays mainly. . .

Heeeeeeeeere's God!

Religious strife around the world seems endless, and recent events in the USA involving the murders of innocent people in Michigan at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and of course the slaying of Charlie Kirk in Oklahoma reflect chaos hard at work.  Practicing freedom of speech is often difficult enough these days, but dare to flavor your words with religion and you tempt death via the unstable, the fascistic, an organized groups of assassins or the brainpower-deprived.

As a kid I went to a Methodist church every Sunday ("Methodists?  Ha, we used to make them sit in the middle of the pew!" once admitted a fellow UFO researcher who attended a Baptist Church as a child) and my family was involved in church events.  When the Reverend Montgomery died following many years of service, his position was filled with the Reverend Smith, and he and my dad didn't exactly hit it off because dad had always questioned whether one needs a "middle man" to communicate with or steer people to God.  They had a couple of heated discussions, enjoyed very much by both, but eventually our church attendance dwindled as other family and social issues came into play.

By the time I reached my teenage years and graduated from a childhood love of monster and science fiction movies and publications to a very serious interest in the topic of UFOs and other phenomena (the "other" side being the result of reading Charles Fort's books -- you know, like the guy I quote at the top of this blog?), my church attendance was zero.  Our church relationships had unraveled over time and we all drifted to other realms. Me, I was beginning to wonder if religious teachings and UFOs had anything in common.

But a Sunday church visit was still in my future.  During early Air Force basic training in 1968, there came upon the base a Sunday drenched in rain, and nevertheless the training instructors strongly "encouraged" we basic trainees of the Christian faith to attend church services on base.  Reluctantly, I dressed appropriately, threw on a raincoat and splashed my way to the base church.

Sitting there as the roof of this lofty house of worship was pelted with a continuous barrage of rain, I and other airmen in attendance already felt a depression we had never endured, for we knew not whether our continued technical training after basic would qualify us to go to Vietnam or to some other hell hole.

It had been my experience in churchgoing days of the past that members of the clergy who speak before the faithful generally try to inspire the heart, or the soul if you wish, and if things go as they should the flock should exit the building feeling somewhat heightened in spirit.  On this particular Sunday, that did not happen.

In fact, the Air Force clergyman, a captain as I recall, took the opportunity on this dark and hopelessly dreary day to depress us further, reminding us as we already realized how sad we were to be called away from our homes (many of us enlisted as an alternative to the military draft which had already barked at our heels).  For some, raindrops still clustered about their clothing gave way to tears quietly flowing as the man droned on, UN-inspiring and depressing the crap out of us.

By the time this session had mercifully ended and we, the congregation, departed in silence, the gloom had grown gloomier.  For me, this was the one day a church sermon might have been welcome.  Instead, I felt as though I had been exposed to some very, very bad theater.

Turn the radio dial and a smattering of talk show hosts will advise that we attend church because going back is the only way to save the country.  Maybe, I'm not sure.  Now that the decades have elapsed, I'm not into organized religion -- not because of some grain of hatred, but because I've read too much about "the strange and unknown."  Once you encounter out of the ordinary things most typical sources don't or won't touch because they fear tipping over the cart of conventionality, you might start to ponder how bizarre our existence is and what's actually behind it.  Stuff to drive you nuts.

I think there are individuals and groups who are already insane because of an immersion into a little too much organized religion and they can't make the jump from there to here without becoming violent.  If one has been "beaten with the Bible" or any other Holy book to excess, to the point where they are literally unable to express an original thought created by their own mind, won't deep frustration or even violence become the outlet?  When one harbors a self-imprisoned compulsion with no release in sight, what happens?

May I gently suggest that a solution to the UFO issue alone may settle a myriad of questions regarding the who, how, why and where of the world's religions?  If you happen to be a person of deep religious faith you will consider me deluded or ignorant, and that's okay. You be you . . . and I won't be you.  https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xTPmCSu_55M

Post-Teenage Mutant Assassins

Tyler Robinson appears to be the second-most name of the month, perhaps eclipsing even the passing of actor Robert Redford. I had been told growing up that we had Robinsons in the family, though I never met any of them. I doubt any family relationship here because, after all, the country is actually awash in Robinsons, everywhere you look.

But this particular Robinson, alleged murderer of Charlie Kirk, carries a name guaranteed to survive in infamy as much for his presumed assassination of Kirk as for his personal and political beliefs. You've already been clobbered with the details of his life, his love relationship with a transitioning male (to female) roommate and his incredible hatred for Charlie Kirk. To paraphrase from George Orwell's Animal Farm, all people in America have freedom of speech, but some people have more freedom of speech than others, and are therefore apparently enabled to kill those of an opposing viewpoint.

The extreme left in this country is just rabid, hot-headed beyond reason and brain-brooded crazy with radical ideas, lies and exaggerations intended often to serve the most dangerous people in the world. The phenomenon is especially prevalent among young people who, in many instances, probably see no future for themselves in what they're being shown or told by authorities enhanced by seniority and power. Increasingly, we've little in common with one another, and people will be affected in various ways as they absorb visions and words of hatred sometimes leading to disaster.

So the curtain is down, for now. 

Should Tyler Robinson be found guilty at trial and put on Utah's death row, the rest of society's Charlie Kirk assassination nightmare will proceed. If he's executed by the state the MAGA-hating radical left will wave its magic wand of miracles and make Robinson a martyr, and his legend will be enhanced and humanized in order to serve many masters. Maybe better to give him life in prison, where he will be forgotten among the shadows of time.

Young people in the USA very much require heroes of achievement, not martyrs of horrible deeds.

Arising almost simultaneously with Kirk's murder were cries of making "hate speech" a crime, and sadly a good share of this thinking emanated from those on the political right. Me, I intend to speak out and hate anybody and anything I wish, but if my words directly result in actions driven to kill, defame or destroy there would likely be problems of legality, if not charges of criminal behavior on my part. 

 And yes, I have noted in the past that a major problem with these young shooters is all the trouble they exert is getting everything just right before they take action (the firearms, the gear, the attitude) -- and then they always shoot the wrong people. I mean, if you're going to take that Extra Step and be loony enough to take somebody out, make it a Hitler, a Putin or the wanted-at-any-cost serial killer/rapist, and not the fast-food employee who couldn't bag your fries fast enough.

So now we have Robinson in addition to Mangione in society's custodial care. What influences these agenda-blinded zombies, if not social media and infectiously leftist college and university professors? Radical intentions don't come about merely through osmosis from the ground to the brain. To deny that right now the country is well-populated with fringe group followers and insane young people all but willing to pull a trigger or thrust a knife blade is to invite repetition. A solution to this chaos for a country guided by constitutional principles and freedoms will not come easily, if at all. Ours is a nation slowly turning its most valuable historical inheritance over to children of ignorance, mal-education, apathy violence and barely an inkling of common sense.

The murder of Charlie Kirk was tragic and senseless -- and relentlessly reported upon -- but we suspect that a significant number of observers will respond with a so-what? attitude, and in the end, after the tears are long dried and evaporated, few will know the difference between Charlie Kirk, Captain Kirk of Star Trek, actors Tommy Kirk or Kirk Cameron, a Scottish church called a kirk or a thousand other Kirks.

As for Robinson, I'm going to do what I often do, which is to make a prediction, aware that my glances into the future don't always turn out well. Anyway: When push comes to shove on the death penalty, there will arise a general consensus about "what Charlie would have wanted" and if I'm reading his family and close friends right, the word mercy will creep into the conversation following the ongoing rage and death will be off the table in exchange for life in prison. Yes, this is Utah -- AND the Feds -- we're talking about, but I believe some very serious thinking will be accomplished before the almost guaranteed vision of martyrdom for Robinson via execution occurs. Would Charlie want his killer executed? Surely, that basic question will overwhelm the halls of justice as this unusually special case proceeds.