Back To Not Even Crawling...

One gets into the 'normal social world,' sooner or later, where there are your typical 'school yard bullies...' And then there are the adults who want to tell you about morality and the 'Brotherhood of Man.' And what is it? 'The network of consensus...' The what??

Why is it that there are lots of human beings who want to assert that they are anything but animals? They do all the same things that wild animals do - but then they arrogate to themselves a moral superiority or the, I dunno, glistening alba candida (or 'candidior,' if you go by different people) luster, or glow, of the brightest of the angels. Whose common name we all know...

The work of sophisticated animals.

You see, the thing is, if you start out from the humility of being on the same 'natural footing' as ordinary animals, at least you will not expect the hunters to say 'I beg your pardon' when they too, do the natural thing, and kill you. ...Which is what they do, as hunters; which is, namely, to kill you. Unless you are a hunter too, then there is a question of contested space.

Just because one 'knows' what moral good or evil is, does not in its own right give one the attribute of moral superiority.

And just because someone might have moral superiority does not absolve that person from being cautious in wild areas where they are not necessarily among their own.

So here we are, back to the stage of not even crawling.

So let's do that though, why not?

The network of consensus. This is the thing, that allows a mistake to transform into a commonly-held belief, and then to become an acknowledged science 'fact,' and then to be recruited as a reason to try some stupid nonsense, without regard for real consequences, on account, no one by that time sees the consequences because they all have bad information and are most intent at looking across at one another, and like the pygmy minds (apologies to actual pygmies) they are, all hold metaphorical pygmy hands together in consensus with their brother and sister self-involved, self-approving pygmy minds.

Seriously. Can't believe these people. This 
is from an Emirati Airlines brochure that I got sent.

Is that what that is, 'network of consensus?' You explain to me why it isn't that. And please don't come with your crap about how 'peer review' ensures that mistakes are not proliferated.

And then, while you're at it, Doctor McBride - not to mention one Stephen Fry Esq., - why don't you mount that other canard about 'how come bad things happen to good people...' While you are contemplating the limbless victims of the Thalidomide fiasco...

Well I'll tell you part of the answer: you ain't 'good people,' sonny.

So you want the super duper advanced intelligent ET Aliens, to turn up in your living room, so that they can discuss with you - 'network consensus.' How about they kick your ass, instead?

Okay, how about they kick someone's ass, pretty much in front of your eyes, to give you a salutary warning? Would that do any good? Never has in the past...

'If,' (though) 'you don't succeed, Mr Wint...' 'Try, try, try again, Mr Kidd.'

More Larch - Nothing To See Here

While some of us down here have been 'bush-bashing,' through virtually non-existent tracks and trails, far, far away from the nearest sign of human life (isn't that right Bill...) I have been spending time with some lady professors from France - the Grenoble Institute, to be precise. Cannot really give the exact precise location or the names, since we've all got the emails - which were, by the way, sent out just before the 'Q' thing died away a bit, just prior to the Mueller Report. Hah! Let's see what happens now, though, now that 'the Confusion' begins...

Walpole River inlet. Literally is no one, within
hundreds of miles in any direction.

'The Confusion.' What is 'the Confusion?' The Confusion is what you will see ensue, everywhere, more or less absolutely everywhere, right in front of your eyes over the coming twelve months leading to an absolute disaster around the globe.

Of course, there are always 'Doom-Sayers' all over the place.

But this is not about 'doom,' this is about confusion.

Everyone's so certain, right - always so certain. Why, I mean, just look at what transpired even here, in this tiny backwater of a nothing spot: comments arrive, making absolutely sure, that there will never be any 'disclosure' here.

And what could we possibly disclose, anyway? ...I mean, hey, I am not Professors Yafaev or Royon, you know!

I don't know all that pages and pages of 'notation' in gibberish designed to let you know that you don't know what they know.

They are so smart, those guys - not like you or me - because they are 'scientists' aren't they, kp, and, they have proof and evidence, right?

Actual view, over the back fence,
at Lamb Street

Cannot voice healthy 'skepticism' about anything they say. No sir, Mr. Tibbs. Virgil. No sir.

The Hadron Collider, operates on something called the Regge Theory, which is two things: one of all, it is just a theory, and two, it is based only on statistical analysis of data from which they are deriving all of these 'theories.' None of the theories are functioning formulas or equations like the Planck Constant, for instance.

Nonetheless, the Large Hadron Collider cost $4.75 billion dollars to build over several decades and costs hundreds of millions per year to run. And this is all 'on the strength of theories.'

And what is the point of the Large Hadron Collider? Well it ain't what you think it is, that's for sure. And it ain't anything like the conspiracy theories say, either (see? more theories anyway).

There is an 'intellectual' phenomenon that has the world by the throat and has done for some years now, and if it were not also evident here, there was a chance we might have been able to slip something out there quietly without anyone either making a fuss or adding more dross to the world's funeral pyre of bullshit 'notation' by 'scientists' who are taking godzillions of taxpayer dollars to dress up funny and masquerade at Universities as something extraordinary and special - which they are not - and who confuse you with their interminable and meaningless 'notations' in order to copy and to look like Albert Einstein, who started the fashion in the first place, for all of this utter nonsense on white-boards or chalkboards that goes on forever and leaves you less informed than you were before you started listening to these moronic drones.

Not this house, but they are all,
like this house.

Anyway, back to this mansion I have been hanging out at recently. It's tucked away in a place called 'Lamb Street' South Perth, and you can't really 'see' that it's even there from the basic kinds of typical 'suburban' streets and houses around the location.

It would be nice, and offer some kind of salutary warning, to idiots, to stop doing what they have been, if say, a huge meteorite smacked them in their faces and everyone got to see it on YT videos. But sadly, when actual disaster strikes, it's usually because people could not care less about a lot of warnings that people have been giving over a lot of time anyway, and because the idiot drones want to keep on doing what they have been and will always want to, no matter what.

But you don't need to be confused, unless you are that person who needs to make a political, or a 'social anthropology' point while the headlights of the on-coming train are rushing at you from the opposite end of the tunnel and you think this is 'the light at the end of said tunnel.' It is, but it is rushing to meet you at a hundred miles an hour from the opposite end of where you are... ...standing.

Or, to put it another way, is a series of pomerons coming to collide with your ass.

Because, I mean, hey, without looking up Google Search, you know what a pomeron is, right? And I mean you.

The Middle Of The Summer Here

And since we have been taken further and further away, down a path of no return - that is, no turning back from a certain destiny - it is appropriate to mention at this juncture, that where I am right now, it is just past high summer, a time when the evenings are not so hot anymore, not so cool either, but charmingly, rather magically pleasant.

Nothing at all is happening in the grand mansions; there are no fancy parties, no charity events this year.

Andrew 'Twiggy' Forest the local China-money godzillionaire, is complaining that not enough is being done to advance hydrogen energy technology.

One of our friends, 'Bill Smith,' has been meandering his way through the deep South Bushland regions, near to some decent fish-able rivers, in an expensive SUV.

Nothing, really, nothing at all, is happening. The world is quite still.

In the warm air and glim light of the fireflies, many a human head has been transformed to that of a donkey...

Act II, Scene II.

...I wonder who will be able to find their way through these darkening woods, now.

One road this way, one that, a path here, a path there.

'Now the shadow lines are drawn; 

'All roads uneven but they meet.

'Beware! All you who cross the shadow paths, for in the Shadow World  the Shadow Lord is King,

'And fate for you, a rusting iron gate.'

Evans-Pritchard

E. E. Evans-Pritchard was a leading twentieth century anthropologist whom Wikipedia describes as 'instrumental in the development of social anthropology.'

He was Professor of Social Anthropology at Oxford University from 1946 - 1970.

Fundamental to all modern systems of politics - and how political strategists and their financial backers drive the process - is the understanding described by Evans-Pritchard as 'segmentary opposition.' This is an idea which says that opposed social and political groups suddenly find solidarity in the face of external perceived threats.

"Well I'll be... Yer jest like one of us,
aincha Virgil?'

If ET Aliens had have landed on the Capitol Mall two years ago, and said: 'take us to your President,' 75 mill plus 1 additional person would have all mailed in a message to the Aliens - 'Not my President!'

Today, only 75 million other people would shout: 'Not my President!'

All the same, the working theory that is currently being used by people who could possibly procure a kind of scam 'visitation' ('visitation' by the way, in English, means a ghostly apparition and not, someone just 'visiting') by ET Aliens, is that were they to present the ET Aliens as ghastly and inimical to humanity - then according to the theories of Evans-Pritchard and others, it would act as a 'unifying mechanism' with which to underpin the establishing of a genuine global leadership with all the legal powers and authority of government with armed services and police.

You would suppose, not that one actually knew, certainly, but using rationality and common sense, you would suppose that super-advanced ET Aliens would have knowledge about 'social anthropology' at least as good as E. E. Evans-Pritchard, and likely, a lot better knowledge.

Nothing like Michael Jackson...

I'm certain that it would not be pleasant for me to meet ET Aliens of the kind recently suggested here by the most active recent comment contributor - that 'might have' landed in Ruwa, Zimbabwe - who looked like Michael Jackson and who had really big heads and very large eyes. Uh-uh; not me, 'no thank you Virgil. I mean, Mista Tibbs. No thank You!' 

In The Heat Of The Night: 'No one EVER comes here and visits me - not even ET Aliens, Virgil.'

Well, Rod Steiger's character never quite said that... LOL

And Sidney Poitier's character never quite managed to say this line, either: 'Because if they did, Sheriff Gillespie, you and I both would want them to pull whitey down off the Hill...'

When Major Ed Dames Met The Alien

By now, it will be pretty clear to all of you who watch television, or YouTube, that the first key move of all modern propaganda is to establish within 48 hours of any given significant event, who 'perpetrated it,' if it is something superficially negative - like for instance, the events of 9/11.

And then, second-up, as fast as possible, numerous astro-turfers go into play, laying down suppressive narratives or making derisory comments about whichever important or expert figure they want to switch the narrative away from.

For example, when retired General Stubblebine went into the media to say that according to his analysis of vision and photographic after-shots, no 'plane' went into the Pentagon, immediately thereafter a tremendous amount of the American media went into trying to discredit Stubblebine. Within ten years, George Clooney featured in a sarcastic representation of Stubblebine's career, in the 2009 film 'The Men Who Stare At Goats.' The movie itself was made both with the technical assistance and later, the public approval, of propaganda arms of the US Military and various active military commanders.

Stubblebine's last mission command, was as global military director and head, of all high altitude (by that time it was more than just 'high altitude') photographic analysis.

He retired at age, decorated, and with honors.

One of those under his direct command earlier on, was Major Ed Dames, who had been engaged in programs and projects which to this day I cannot - and nor can others - actually detail, but which were given various cover stories. 

Ed Dames is excoriated widely.

All yours, Bill. 'Jimmy Brings.'

As you know, the Covid-19 Relief Funding Budget, had several side-issues that were related to its being passed, one of which is this famous/infamous deadline (looming in the next few months) by which time the DoD and Combined US Intel groups all must render a report on what they hold on ET's, UFO's, and ET Aliens.

Now unless they give you details and make at least some serous references to the 'High Altitude Analysis' Unit and Major Ed Dames actual meeting with an ET Alien, then the reports are not merely 'incomplete' but an outright, outrageous lie.

Ed Dames is still around but his life is in some danger.

Because Ed was told something by the ET Alien and following his report the Military chiefs scattered like hens in a hen-house with a fox in there on the loose.

And they basically split into two camps, with the predominant camp being peopled by those who have since virtually completely taken over the running of the United States.

Now our recent friend to these pages, KittyP, has given us the perspective that he doesn't 'have a view' on 9/11 and although I am sticking words into his mouth, no doubt, if I hadn't already framed things in terms of what the most senior officer in charge of all photographic analysis has already said - he would suggest 'there is no EVIDENCE...'

Yes there is evidence. There is evidence that a cruise missile was targeted at, and flew into, the Pentagon.

And there is top-flight analysis saying so as well.

I like these, myself, but Jimmy said 'no can
do; not for the bush, right?'

With regard to Major Dames, he was given some very brief but astounding 'information,' you would have to call it, regarding the expansion of the use of satellites orbiting the planet into the thousands (which has happened, of course) and the problems and risks that would ensue from relatively rare kinds of solar flares which would disable those satellites, which the people of the world had by that time all become reliant on in their lives.

Ever since the Dames meeting and that specific 'information,' those who have been on the inside, have created a 'cover story' so that people who were not on the inside, would not be able to maliciously exploit the situation that 'could' eventuate - namely, the destruction of the satellite networks system.

But the real reason some certain people detest Ed Dames, is that his story of the so-called 'Kill Shot' is a cover for something.

And I would be very surprised if you were not able to at least speculate on what that is, KittyP. Go on. Have a go at it.