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Solutions for Pandemic Pedophilia 47

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Margo Kaplan, "Pedophilia: A Disorder, Not a Crime," The New York Times, October 6, 2014. Philadelphia Magazine

Solutions for Pandemic Pedophilia

The New York Times in October, 2014, published “Pedophilia: A Disorder, Not a Crime,” by Ms. Margo Kaplan

“By some estimates,” Ms. Kaplan wrote, “1 percent of the male population continues, long after puberty, to find themselves attracted to prepubescent children. These people are living with pedophilia, a sexual attraction to prepubescents that often constitutes a mental illness.”

“The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders defines pedophilia as an intense and recurrent sexual interest in prepubescent children, and a disorder if it causes a person “marked distress or interpersonal difficulty” or if the person acts on his interests. Yet our laws,” Ms. Kaplan continued, “ignore pedophilia until after the commission of a sexual offense, emphasizing punishment, not prevention.”

I apologize for quoting so liberally from this article, but it is merited, when considered within the editorial line laid down by the editors of The New York Times

“Part of this failure,” Ms. Kaplan continues, stems from the misconception that pedophilia is the same as child molestation. One can live with pedophilia and not act on it. Or so she alleges. The long survey of pandemic pedophilia that you just read suggests otherwise. 

We do not see pedophiles somehow “controlling themselves.” We see pedophiles collecting child porn, child porn which victimizes children, and then is sold in rampant amounts to satisfy a sick marketplace. 

Patrons of the child porn marketplace purchase increasingly perverse child porn, subsidizing and motivating the production of more, ever more, and the result is an increasingly perverse product. 

The child porn marketplace functions just like any other marketplace. Successful products are evolved and refined according to the sick calculus of its customers. 

Ms. Kaplan tells us, “Sites like Virtuous Pedophiles (virped.org) provide support for pedophiles who do not molest children and believe that sex with children is wrong. It is not that these individuals are “inactive” or “non practicing” pedophiles, but rather that pedophilia is a status and not an act.” 

Apparently Ms. Kaplan wishes to absolve all those pedophiles hoarding child porn and sharing child porn on the internet, proliferating around dark websites, failing to understand that they comprise a vast market for pedophile porn, a market which acts to deliver child porn to them, porn which can only be created by abusing the most defenseless.

The article gets even stranger. Ms. Kaplan states, “A second misconception is that pedophilia is a choice. Recent research … suggests that the disorder may have neurological origins.” 

Then Ms. Kaplan dares to throw the victim card, writing that “The Virtuous Pedophiles website is full of testimonials of people who vow to never touch a child and yet live in terror. They must hide their disorder from everyone they know—or risk losing education and job opportunities, and face the prospect of harassment and even violence.”

After reading this long series, or worse, after writing it, it is difficult to have patience when she continues, “The psychologist Jesse Bering, author of Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us, writes that people with pedophilia “aren’t living their lives in the closet; they’re eternally hunkered down in a panic room.”

Jesse Bering, Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us, Amazon


Somehow, all those child molesters proliferating throughout cyberspace on the dark web, hoarding child porn, trading child porn, sharing child porn, distributing child porn, are to be pitied. 

All the pedophile priests, all the traffickers in children in Hollywood, all the perverse politicians, all the twisted Boy Scout leaders, all the financial elites and the Luciferian Illuminati, all the federal employees exposed by Operation Flicker, all of these offenders are to be pitied. 

Ms. Kaplan then dares to suggest that pedophiles should be protected under the Americans With Disabilities Act of 1990 and the Rehabilitation Act of 1973. You cannot make this up. 

She concludes, “A pedophile should be held responsible for his conduct—but not for the underlying attraction.” 

“Acknowledging that pedophiles have a mental disorder, and removing the obstacles to their coming forward and seeking help, is not only the right thing to do, but it would also help advance efforts to protect children from harm.”

Pedophilia is a mental disorder, she claims. This may be so. But I find it impossible to sympathize with pedophiles, and if I walk away from writing this long series with one take-away, it is that pedophilia is a far greater threat to our civilization than most of us realize, and its pandemic dimensions demand a far more coherent and expansive solution. 

A pandemic demands a pandemic solution. 

There is no question that we, as a civilization, remain reactive where pedophilia is concerned. We have law enforcement agencies haunting the dark web, we have federal agents masquerading as underage prostitutes, or worse, as parents prostituting their own children. Because it does happen. 

We have federal agents taking over pedophile websites on the dark web and actually running them as they disseminate malware to track pedophile patrons. 

Faces of pedophiles. Benjamin Faulkner & Patrick Falte, SysAdmins of Child's Play, a pedophile site on the dark web. Child's Play was taken over by the Australian police who ran it for nearly a year, collecting data on patrons. VG

We have entire multiagency task forces spending millions of dollars on campaigns to interdict pedophiles, and none of it, none of it, is enough. 

Yes, surely, it is better than doing nothing. But I cannot help but suspect that one reason why The New York Times dares lay down a permissive yet unspoken editorial line where pedophilia is concerned is because they fear to address its actual dimensions.

I suspect that The New York Times fears to understand how deep and how far the malign tentacles of child sex trafficking actually extend, and as we have repeatedly seen, pedophiles gravitate to positions where they can interfere with investigations, they infiltrate our police forces, they infest our judicial system, they permeate Hollywood, and worst of all, perhaps, they infect our intelligence agencies and, it is said, potentially exploit pedophilia as a mechanism for blackmail and control of politicians. 

Even if I can be persuaded that pedophilia is a mental disorder, and I remain unconvinced, as considering pedophilia a mental disorder means that homosexuality is a mental disorder, do not dare demand that I pity pedophiles. 

Ms. Kaplan is identified as an assistant professor at Rutgers School of Law in Camden, NJ.

Professor Kaplan incited frothing criticism on the web, including this neofascist blog that featured her contact information from the Rutgers website

An updated argument along similar lines was published on Medium by the pseudonymous Ender Wiggin, who claims to be a “non-offending, anti-contact pedophile. I am sexually attracted to kids, but know sex with kids is wrong, so I never have and never will. Pedophile ≠ molester.”

And then, an interminable academic perspective is published by Professor Gregory Herek at the University of California at Davis:

Professor Gregory Herek is Professor Emeritus of Psychology at The University of California at Davis. He is now retired. 

Again, such “non-offending pedophiles” are consumers of child porn. Who produces child porn? Corrupt capitalists addressing a massive market. Without that massive market, the gargantuan demand for child porn vanishes, and commensurately fewer children are molested for profit. 

I typically oppose forms of prohibition. In my assessment, prohibition tends to create massive black markets, and artificially inflates the profits to be reaped by black marketeers. Our endless, pointless, failed drug wars are a prime example.

But in the absence of better solutions, I will propose the following:

-Life imprisonment for all convicted child molesters. Child rapists should be sentenced to death, quickly and summarily implemented. No long 20 year sojourns on death row while endless appeals consume time and money. 

-Life imprisonment for all convicted of trafficking in child porn. For those pedophiles that create child porn, abusing children in the process, the death penalty should be imposed, again, quickly and summarily implemented. True deterrence can only come from real punishments. Without child porn, pedophiles cannot scratch their perverse itches. 

-Voluntary registration options for admitted pedophiles. Pedophiles registering under such a program will consent to electronic monitoring of their communications, and participate in counseling and therapy under the supervision of psychiatric professionals at no expense to themselves. For life. 

-In cases where it is deemed appropriate, chemical castration, or other psychiatric pharmacological intervention. The supervision of credentialed psychiatrists is imperative. The privacy of admitted pedophiles will be covered under applicable HIPPA privacy laws. 

"Yuli Grebchenko, MD, has done extensive research on pedophiles. He noted that pedophilia is a life-long disorder and stated that, “It needs lifelong treatment” (Lamberg, 2005). 
Recent studies have demonstrated that psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy can be combined to bring about the most effective treatment to someone suffering from pedophilia (Kersebaum, 2007)."
-Michael Cochran & Meghan Cole, Inside the Mind of a Pedophile.

I am uncomfortable calling for consensual electronic monitoring of pedophiles, as the capability to monitor electronic communications at the ISP level is already a policy which is successfully taking pedophiles off the street. This is not the problem. 

The problem is that the capability to impose electronic monitoring of large populations is pointed at pedophiles today, and tomorrow, at Republicans. Or Democrats. At whomever. 

The truth is that this capability already exists, and it is already in use. If we have learned nothing else from the Vault 7 disclosures by WikiLeaks and from the Snowden revelations it is that governments already have the technological capability to monitor entire populations electronically and in the most invasive ways. 

Comprehensive legislation imposing harsh controls and penalties for child sex abuses is desperately needed. Prevention is perhaps more cost effective and merciful than draconian punishments, so create a voluntary registration program for pedophiles, and provide lifetime treatment for a lifetime disorder at no charge to themselves. 

We also need legislation punishing surveillance policies which are abused, as our recent history demonstrates that our governments, our law enforcement agencies, will abuse them. 

But in the absence of any known silver bullet treatment for pedophilia, impose such laws here and now, on pedophiles. And then extend legal protections pertaining to mass surveillance for the rest of society. Our shriveling liberties demand no less. 

This much more I know:

The hypocrisy of the elite establishment media that dismisses those of us researching pandemic pedophilia as conspiracy theorists, insisting that PedoGate is fake news, is unspeakable. 

Fake news, they say. 

That must be why the federal government tracked down 89 convicted sex offenders, all foreign nationals who were living illegally in America, and deported them back to their countries of origin. 

That must be why Congressman Trey Goudy threatened those obstructing pedophile investigations in March 2017. 


That must be why President Trump vowed to use the full force of the federal government to crack down on the pedophile “epidemic,” and yes, the president used that word, “epidemic.”



Defenders of the indefensible insist that PizzaGate is fake. They insist that PedoGate is fake. Now that our descent down this abyss of the pedophile rabbit hole is complete, what do you think? Is systemic and pandemic pedophilia fake? 

Why does the dinosaur media insist on covering the pedophile pandemic as isolated, singular cases, and not as an pandemic? 

Think on this a moment. Editorial boards at publications across America make a deliberate decision to cover pedophilia in this way. Why? 

Focusing on individual cases to the exclusion of the big picture distracts us. Incidents of pedophilia numb us, they dismay us, they disgust us. Is this not just one more circus?

Faces of pedophiles. Yohann Ramchelawon, sentenced to 15 years by Stafford Crown Court in the UK, for inciting, possessing and distribution of child porn, also convicted of penetrating and sexual assault of a 6 year old girl. Pedophiles look like this. Breitbart.   

I end this long free fall into the PedoGate abyss with yet another report of a pedophile, this time a 41 year old licensed marriage and family therapist who worked at a youth treatment center in Utah. Like all pedophiles, Mr. Jason Scott Calder gravitated to where he could find his meat. 

Faces of pedophiles. Jason Scott Calder, aged 41. A licensed Marriage and Family Therapist working at a youth treatment center, arrested on charges of rape, forcible sodomy, and forcible sexual abuse of a 16 year old victim who was an inpatient at his facility. Pedophiles look like this. Breaking911

Mr. Calder was arrested for rape, 10 counts of forcible sodomy, and forcible sexual abuse perpetrated against a 16 year old girl who was a resident in the inpatient youth treatment facility where he worked. 

Mr. Calder raped his victim during scheduled therapy sessions. 

Is it not time to go another way?


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This is my 47th and final installment on the pedophilia pandemic. 




On the Pedophile Pandemic 48 Fín

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Rose McGowan finally said the word"pedos," but she qualified it by saying "alleged pedos." I am sure that her lawyers insisted on that. Harvey Weinstein is barely the surface of the sexual abuse iceberg in Hollywood. If Harvey was smart, he would burn down that entire industry by naming names. He could give us a bigger, better target. And he could redeem himself. 


On the Pedophile Pandemic

My long series on the pedophile pandemic began back on September 9, when I published “The Great Pedophile Coverup.”

  1. The Great Pedophile Coverup
  1. Pizzagate: The Protagonists
  1. The Problematic Breitbart Tweets
  1. Resuming Our Dive Into the Pedophile Abyss
  1. Debunking Aside, Pedophile Arrests Continue
  1. The Pedophocracy, by David McGowan
  1. Craig Spence: Washington Call Boy Madame
  1. Operation FLICKER
  1. Systemic, Satanic Pedophilia in the UK
  1. The Despicable Case of Jimmy Savile
  1. The Dutroux Affair
  1. Excerpt: Der Spiegel Interviews Michel Nihoul
  1. The Franklin Coverup
  1. Evidence of Epidemic Pedophilia
  1. Defenders of Pedophilia
  1. The Presidio Child Molestation Case
  1. McMartin Preschool Abuse Scandal
  1. The Strange Case of the Finders
  1. Back in the USA
  1. The Hastert Affair
  1. Endless Establishment Pedophiles
  1. Senator Larry “Wide Stance” Craig
  1. The Sickening Sandusky Case
  1. Billionaire Jeffrey Epstein’s “Orgy Island”
  1. The Insane Case of Carlos Danger
  1. Hollywood Pedophilia
  1. Smoke in the Sacristy
  1. Vatican Harbors Pedophile Clerics
  1. The Catholic Pedophile Epidemic Continues
  1. Movies on the Catholic Pedophile Menace
  1. Institutionalized Pedophilia in the Church
  1. Catholic Pedophile Priests on Guam
  1. Pedophilia is Not Just Catholic
  1. Resuming the Survey of Catholic Pedophiles
  1. Catholic Church Sex Crimes Are Global
  1. More Offshoots of Operation FLICKER
  1. More US Pedophilia
  1. The Singular Reporting of Dr. Lori Handrahan
  1. Dr. Lori Handrahan Continues
  1. A Litany of Pedophiles
  1. Not All Pedophiles Are Male
  1. More Establishment Elite Pedophiles
  1. Wealth Status Secrecy: Jared Fogle, Pedophile
  1. Pedophile Scouts of America
  1. Epic Dimensions of the Pedophile Epidemic
  1. Normalization of Pedophilia
  1. Solutions for Pandemic Pedophilia



Make no mistake: researching this long series was difficult emotionally for me. This is very dark, dark subject matter, and it is not healthy, in my opinion, to focus on this subject to the exclusion of all else. 

In 47 installments, I addressed the pedophile pandemic as best that I could, given my resources, both external and internal. 

I was helped along the way by commenters, correspondents and redditors in the Conspiracy reddit. Some critics on reddit caught some sloppy research that I did, and they held me culpable. I fixed it, but they taught me a lesson. 

You cannot make the slightest error, and you absolutely cannot cite a questionable news source, because sharp eyed readers will catch it, and lone mistakes can give critics a pretext to undermine the entirety of your research. 

And as always, my faithful readers on my Facebook rant page that feeds to this website supported me and pointed me at links that I missed. I deeply appreciate their emotional support. My rant page is populated by many former special operations personnel, and we all share a worldview: a warrior worldview. 

I also encountered allies in the Fulcrum NewsSlack channel

But I first observed there that trolls with a pro-pedophile agenda lurk in cyberspace. They act to minimize and distract from pedophile reporting. I can only speculate on their motives. Are they themselves in the grip of the evil compulsion of pedophilia? 

It would not surprise me. If you read this series, you are no doubt struck by how democratic the pedophile perversion is: you will see lawyers, bureaucrats, military officers, executives, men and women, youths, and all manner of religious clerics and schoolteachers busted in the most heinous fashion with inexcusable examples of child porn on their electronic devices. 

Pedophile defenders commenting on my posts on reddit first sought to persuade me that the Sandusky prosecution was unfair. I thanked them for their input, and I continued to march. They were persistent. 

Then pedophile defenders seized on a comment that I made in response to another comment on reddit, and they tried to twist my words. They claimed that I was myself a pedophile, and that my work was hypocritical. 

Seriously. 

These people do not know me, they do not know the role that pedophilia played in my own life, and it was clear to me that they were acting from malign motives. 

My personal history is my own. I may someday write about my personal experience with pedophilia, but I hope not to. If certain folks want to walk down that path, we can go there. But they will not like it. 

I will not like it. 

I hope now to leave this subject, and I cringe every time that a well-meaning correspondent sends me a link to yet more incidents. I feel an obligation to comment and to post those links on my Facebook rant page, but I do not enjoy it, and I hope that with time that I will cease receiving those links. 

I have a book to publish, and I plan to focus on the final corrections to that manuscript so that I can publish it on the 25th of October, the anniversary of Operation Urgent Fury

That manuscript has been decades in development, and yet again, an emotionally fraught subject demanded long nights and years of writing. 

If you waded through these installments, I thank you. I expect no accolades or praise for doing this work, and I am surprised when I encounter someone who actually read all of it. This was a job, I started it, and I finished it. 

It needed to be done, I felt, as Dr. Lori Handrahan holds a singular position at the pinnacle of pedophile research, and I am sure that she feels lonely at times. 

I tried to help her by leaning on her pathbreaking research, and to cite her as a peerless authority on the topic, and to publicize her imminent book, Epidemic: America’s Trade in Child Rape. Published by Trine Day, it is scheduled to be released on the 20th of October. It is already available on Kindle. 

Anyone reading her book will immediately realize that her research is much more impeccable than mine, and she surely benefited from an editor. 

But I have done my best to focus sunlight on this sickening pandemic. By all means, I encourage everyone to buy her book and to follow her on social media. 

And now, I leave the subject matter in her more capable hands. 

I want to move on to other topics.
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This is my final word on the pedophilia pandemic. 


Thank you for reading, commenting and sharing. 




My New Book, A Tale of the Grenada Raiders, is Out on Amazon

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The cover of A Tale of the Grenada Raiders, Amazon Digital Services LLC, 2017. Available now as an eBook on the Kindle Store, and in softcover from Amazon. Apple iBooks is accepting preorders for electronic delivery on November 25, 2017. Coming soon as an AudioBook. 

In commemoration of our blessed dead 34 years ago in Operation Urgent Fury, I publish my war memoir, A Tale of the Grenada Raiders

Twenty six years in the making, I wrote the first stanzas of this highly personal chronicle of Rangers at war in 1991, after I resigned from DEA. 

The manuscript evolved over the decades. I long called it Learning the Language of Nightmares. Then I called it Idioms of Dreams. As I went to print, I decided to title it A Tale of the Grenada Raiders: Memories in the Idioms of Dreams, because that is what it is. 

This memoir is difficult to classify, but at its foundation, it is an eyewitness history of Rangers during the invasion of revolutionary Grenada in 1983. 

I returned to the manuscript over the years, layering on lacquers of meaning, until nearly fatal health challenges two years ago scared the bejesus out of me. That lit a fire under my proverbial ass, and I finalized the manuscript with the Reaper right on my trail. 

I have long lived on borrowed time. I should have died many times over the years, and I immortalize several of those moments in this very strange book about war. I do not believe that luck is the reason that I am still alive to write these words. 

None of us can foretell the future, but I know that divine intervention and the Big Ranger in the Sky have a plan for me, and my purpose in this incarnation is not yet complete. 

Publishing this book is part of His plan, and I did not want to die without publishing this manuscript. Now it is done. It is a milestone for me. And the Reaper is that much closer on my trail. He will catch me soon enough. 

ATale recounts what it was like to go to combat for the first time as a young Ranger, and I make some of the Rangers from my unit famous or infamous, as the case may be. They needed to be immortalized. 

For me, combat was very much an initiation, and a critical factor in the evolution of my personal mysticism. 

I served with giants, some of the Rangers that I served with played seminal roles in American special operations in later years. Some of those Rangers are still serving, one of them at the pinnacle of the Special Operations Command. 

Lushly illustrated, you could almost call A Tale a picture book. Rangers love photographs, mostly because we are not supposed to take photographs, so these photos were also individual acts of rebellion. 

As every person named in the narrative had an opportunity to review the manuscript before publication, the consequence was a deluge of corrections and additional information. My Ranger brothers kept me accurate.

I use the real names of the protagonists, and I include photographs of them all. The events transpired precisely as I recount them, with a couple of exceptions that I address in captions to photos and later, in Tales of the Rangers

As the narrative grew, I had to split off bridge chapters connecting Ranger stories to Snowcap stories into a separate book, so the companion memoir The Rosetta Stone of Memories will be published in 2018. 

The Rosetta Stone of Memories is mostly complete. I need to polish it, to shellac its deeper layers of meaning, and I need to curate photos and documents that I collected as the years went by. 

Many of the stories that Rangers told on our secret Facebook pages, on SOCNET, and on ArmyRanger.com over the years, are now captured in Tales of the Rangers, the third volume in the trilogy, which is forecasted for publication in 2019. 

Tales of the Rangers is the book that the Ranger community actually wants. It is an anthology of stories from Ranger oral histories that Rangers told to other Rangers over campfires deep in the South Ranier Training Area since the early 1980's. 

Tales of the Rangers is now up to 777 pages, and I estimate that it is 75% complete. It will exceed 1,000 pages when I finalize it. Many Rangers contributed testimonies. Tales of the Rangers is their book, written by them. I am just the messenger. 

I hope that you like A Tale of the Grenada Raiders. It is an idiosyncratic memoir, so it is sure to be divisive. I am sure that it will have critics, and some Rangers did disagree with some of my recollections during the review period. I address Ranger controversies in the Forward and the Afterward, and in detail in Tales of the Rangers

A Tale of the Grenada Raiders is an unprecedented glimpse into warfare at the grunt level, so readers fascinated by militaria will enjoy it. But it is unlike any other personal account of war that I ever read, and I read many of them. I had no option but to write this memoir in my own way. 

I do hope that those of you who read it will review it, anonymously or not, on its Amazon sales pages. If you hate it, you can say so. If you like it, I will be grateful. So far it has garnered four 5-star reviews. Thank you, friends. 

In the end, all that a writer truly wants is to be read. Many writers are never read, their words consigned to oblivion. Others are only discovered posthumously. So be it. 

A Tale of the Grenada Raiders is also available in softcover through Amazon at a ruinous price. I apologize for the pricing, but the book is published in 8.5x11 inches large format, full color. At 377 pages, it weighs 2.4lbs. It is a big book. 

Apple is accepting preorders for electronic delivery on November 25, 2017 on iBooks. As I get caught up, I will also release A Tale in audio format, as an AudioBook. I will read every word aloud myself. 

For those of you who waited for this book, I thank you for your patience. For those of you who read it, I am grateful for your time, for your consciousness, and for your eyeballs. 

Young Rangers died in combat on revolutionary Grenada. I hope that this book is a worthy memorial of them. 

Doc T sends. 

Updated 26 October, 2017.
Bangkok. 


The Neoliberal War on WikiLeaks

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The truth is here: https://wikileaks.org/podesta-emails/ If you have the stomach to read it for yourself. No one can make you read the Podesta emails. But once you do, you can never unsee what they tell you. This is the deep state, illustrated. 

Political partisans at the Freedom of the Press Foundation are waging war on WikiLeaks because Assange exposed Hillary and he told us the truth about what her people were saying and doing. 

These critics are confused. Assange did not support Trump, and it illuminates their confusion that they are convinced that he did. Partisan politics is their prism and it blinds them. 

Assange condemned Hillary by exposing her conspiracies. The only sin that Assange committed was he told us the truth. 

Anyone who reads the Podesta leaks in particular understands that WikiLeaks performed a service for humanity. 

For the first time ever we got a shocking glimpse into the machinations of the deep state. 


The writers of this article dismiss the murder of Seth Rich as a conspiracy theory, a "discredited conspiracy theory," in fact. They condemn Assange for offering $20,000 for the exposure of his murderers. Apparently they already forgot what their neoliberal icon Seymour Hersh said about it. 

https://youtu.be/Kp7FkLBRpKg Watch carefully at the 1:00 mark: Assange gently nods when he is asked if Seth Rich was a WikiLeaks source. A body language tell? Watch it again. 

They are strangely smug for people who can be eviscerated when Assange proves that Russia was not his source by simply publishing documents. How I wish that Assange would quit mucking around and just do it. 

Those of us who have done our homework and who recognize their partisan politicking for what it is are dismissed. They simply omit to say the word "deplorables." 

These are the same people who dismiss PizzaGate as a discredited claim that Hillary sacrifices children in the basement of Comet Pizza and Ping Pong, when that is not what PizzaGate alleges at all. They know it. They are waging war. 

These are people who defend pedophiles. These are people who bitch because Assange told us the truth about their entitled goddess. These are people who bitch that we perceive the pedophile code in the emails. We did not write those emails. We just read them. They say what they say. 

https://wikileaks.org/podesta-emails/emailid/32795

These people oppose WikiLeaks, because it dared follow the material where it led, and in telling the world the truth, it deviated from neoliberal orthodoxy. 

They condemn Assange for his personal failings. So he is an imperfect hero. We have to take what we can get, and I refuse to live in the fantasy that these people concocted for us. They do not get to dictate to me how I live, or how I believe. They certainly do not get to determine which facts that I choose to analyze, nor my conclusions. 

https://voat.co/v/pizzagate

Facts are facts. Documents are documents. Truth is truth. We can read for ourselves. We know what the Podesta Files say. It is not our fault that these fools chose to mob up with an alleged pedophile facilitator, and I will point them to the immortal words of Andrew Breitbart: "What's in your closet, John Podesta, big Podesta?"


Indeed. What is in his closet? Why is the Podesta lobbying firm imploding and collapsing after a mere glance from the independent prosecutor, the independent prosecutor that their loyalists appointed, Mr. Mueller? 

https://voat.co/v/pizzagate

Pedophilia and political murder is what these people support. They think that by vilifying WikiLeaks that they can turn back the clock and those incriminating emails will magically unread themselves. 

That is not the real world that we live in. Our real world is an ugly place, mostly because people like this are running around deciding what the rest of us get to know. 

Not here. Not on this page. I concur that Assange is an imperfect hero, much like Snowden, much like Trump himself. We have to take what we get. 

These men informed us. They told us the truth. Assange's critics are angry at the conclusions that we reached, because they are convinced against all evidence that Hillary was our foreordained solution. Thank God that she was defeated. 

https://wikileaks.org/podesta-emails/


I do not care if they cut off WikiLeaks. I will send WikiLeaks Bitcoin from my own meager stash, because WikiLeaks is the lone media outlet that has a track record of dispensing simple truth. 

CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, MSNBC, The New York Times, The Washington Post all stand discredited and exposed as deep state propaganda organs in the worst traditions of Pravda and Izvestia. Only WikiLeaks simply told us the truth. 

This is not about politics, though they will never understand that. As I say, they are blinded by their partisan prism. This is about truth, and fact, and reality. 

The strings connecting them to their puppet masters are showing. We see them. 


Why I Live as an Expat in Bangkok

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Phra Phrom as depicted at the Erawan Shrine in downtown Bangkok. 

I am often asked why I choose to live as an expatriate in Bangkok. There are many reasons. 

Initially, my family in America imploded in 2003, and I seized the opportunity to cut myself off from all entanglements. I am grateful that I had the perspicacity to perceive that opportunity, and the decisiveness to act upon it.

My life immensely improved, as it is often said that you can choose your friends, but you do not get to choose your family. I got no patience for drama.

More, living across the Pacific Ocean makes it complicated for ex-wives or other undesirables to push my buttons or to knock on my door in the middle of the night or to make scenes in my neighborhood. 

Good luck finding me in Bangkok. Even if you follow a GPS coordinate it is difficult to navigate a Thai neighborhood unless you are Thai. And my security sensors, old lady Thai aunties, surround me. I always see unwanted visitors coming.

Believe it or not, Her Majesty is acutely aware of her surroundings, even when she is napping on the couch with Momma. 

Her Majesty, my majestic cat, is my final intrusion detector. I know it when anybody knocks on the gate in the high wall surrounding my garden and my home. They do not even need to find the doorbell.

After I checked out of a residential PTSD program at the VA in 2003 I literally had no ties to anyone or to anything. I could go anywhere that I liked. So I went to Baghdad.

Holy cow, Baghdad was fun. The war was not really serious when I first arrived, though you could see it coming. It was dangerous enough to make it sporty. Like the Wild West.

Ranger John Czarnecki, myself and Phil Warner on Southern Camp Slayer at the FBI HRT house in late 2003, Baghdad. 

I had a glorious gun collection, and a “get out of jail free” letter from the CPA authorizing me to traffic in black market guns, munitions, and petroleum. I have got to find that letter. I could not believe that they signed it. It is in these files piled around me somewhere.

Then as suddenly as it started, it ended. I had to leave Baghdad, and I was not happy about it. At that time anyone with a PTSD diagnosis was considered undeployable. This was DOD policy. 

DOD later changed their policy, as a PTSD diagnosis would have rendered everybody with combat experience undeployable, but that happened too late for me.

PTSD was not a factor for me in Baghdad, in fact, Baghdad healed me. I felt better there than I had in years. I think that it was the immediacy of living in a war zone and the compulsion to be present in every moment. I did not live in the past, nor ache over old wounds.

I was gloriously alive in Baghdad. Working there helped me get over the implosion of my family. I was even able to get my medications refilled at the CSH in the Green Zone.

There was something about being back in a war zone strapped with guns and a dip in my mouth and the smell of jet fuel in the air that rejuvenated me. I was back home, where I belonged. And I was with my brothers. Baghdad was a big reunion for old school Rangers.

And then the policy intervened. I could have lied about it, but I refused. I am not ashamed of that PTSD diagnosis. I consider PTSD an honorable wound, especially when you get it in combat. 

So I went back to the states for a month. I contemplated going to Nicaragua, but no. I avoid Latin America, for reasons that will be explained in my fourth book, In the Valley of the Shadows, should I be blessed to live long enough to complete it. 

Then old SF brothers asked me if I had ever been to Bangkok. I had not been. While I was assigned to 1st Group, the SF Group oriented to the Pacific Rim, I was in the Korea Battalion, 2d Battalion, so I never went to Bangkok.

They invited me, and so I came. The minute that I saw that Thailand was populated with honey colored beauties with almond eyes and puffy lips and jet black long hair, I knew that the Big Ranger was guiding my path. 

I say it all the time. I came on holiday, and I never left.

I was a horrific man whore for two years. If it was feasible and it did not involve more than one penis (my own) I did it. I literally scratched every sexual itch that there is between consenting adults.

Then one day, eating steak with a friend, I saw my wife. She was the most beautiful thing that I ever saw, and she still is, 11 years later, sleeping placid beside me in bed while I write on an iPad.

That ended my man whoring. I did not mind saying farewell to a libertine lifestyle because I am not by nature a libertine, and I checked off every entry on my sexual bucket list.

I live now like a Mormon, spiritual, domesticated, monogamous, quietly. Except that I do not research my genealogy or wear big underwear. 

I cracked the code on Thailand when I realized that traditional Thai culture is very conservative. Thai women want their men to be strong, but not too strong. They want their men to be men, and they are often delighted to be housewives. They are glorious at it. 

Thai women are indoctrinated from birth to care for their families. All that I have to do is bring in the money. As I do not hit what I love, and I do not drink or gamble, and I naturally treat the women in my life like a gentleman, as my mother taught me, I stack up favorably to the competition.

My wife graduated with a BA in Business Administration. She runs our household like a business. I just have to stay out of her way. She has it all under control.

You can say that my wife tamed me, but really, I tamed myself. It is an honor to be in this marriage with her. I am endlessly grateful to her, as she taught me how to live. 

Phaya Naga, mythical semi-divine demi-creatures in Hindu and Buddhist cosmology. 

Thailand is also a very old culture, and I immediately felt comfortable here as it is a pagan country and I am a pagan at heart. 

I see no contradiction in my monotheistic belief in a prime mover God, or a Great Architect, if you prefer, and in an historical Jesus Christ who became more than man. I just permit no priest to intervene in my relationship with the Big Ranger in the Sky, and I worship nature, the universe, in all its manifestations.

I try to know my place, and I pay attention when the universe tells me no. I believe that karma, the hammer of karma, strikes not just in the next life, but in this one, as well. I see it around me every day.

The Hindu do not stress over these doctrinal matters that spawn wars and jihad and reformation as there are many manifestations of Brahma, and many goddesses and many gods. This makes more sense if you understand that Hinduism blanketed Thailand for centuries. 

But before that, there was animism. The oldest, most pure manifestations of animism are found in Tibet. But animism also pervades modern Thailand. So in the beginning here, there was animism, then the Hindu brought their unnumbered gods and goddesses with them. Only later, relatively recently, came the Buddhists.

Loi Krathong, Lumpini Park, Bangkok, 2007. WikiPedia

The Thai will tell you if you ask them that they are Buddhist. They will tell you this as they set candle-bearing boats adrift as offerings to the river goddess. Loi Krathong 2017 is mere hours away as I write this. 

The Thai will say, “I am Buddhist,” as they festoon old trees with ribbons and offerings for the tree spirits, and as girls wai to the golden idol of Brahma from the elevated walkway at the heart of the great city.

It all makes perfect sense to me. 

As Thailand is near to China, you see different blends of Buddhism, and you can get authentic Chinese acupuncture here. I do it when I have enough money to afford it. It works really well.

Buddhism is the state religion in Thailand, and they can be doctrinaire about it. But they are also quite lax about interfering in matters of faith, and there are some Christians here, and Mormons, and a small cell of secret Israel.

A Christian church as we saw it on a night cruise from the Phrao Chaya River. 

Then there is the food. Only the Thai know how to throw a party in your mouth and to treat your tastebuds like an amusement park. Hot, sweet, spicy, sour, it all happens in the same bite. Once you get acclimated to Thai food you come to crave it.

Then there is the fruit. I encountered many fruits for the first time in Thailand. Gigantic fruits. Exotic fruits. It just grows on trees. My wife brings me a chilled coconut when she comes back from the market. I drink coconut juice straight from the gourd here. It costs the equivalent of .25¢.

Then there is the tropical climate. I suffer from chronic and severe arthritis, the consequence of too many years under the ruck in elite units. Only narcotics and the hot, moist blanket of the Thai climate keep me ambulatory.

I see a pain specialist at an expensive Thai hospital for the narcotics. I take them most carefully. For the heat, I just open my windows and I cut the air con, or I walk around my neighborhood. When I walk out of the terminal at Suvarnabhumi airport and get hit by that wall of Thai heat, my face aches from smiling so hard.

This is no small matter. When I am stateside, in Orlando, for God’s sake, I cannot move when the temperature hits the mid-40’s. I freeze my ass off. I feel good in the Thai heat.

Then there is Thai massage. Like their food, the Thai just came up with their own thing and there is nothing comparable to Thai massage. You have to be able to communicate in Thai with your masseuse as they can hurt you if you do not ask them to back off. 

In the same way that Thai chilis can kill you if you do not restrain yourself, a Thai masseuse can hurt you. They seek the borderline between pain and pleasure, and that, I think, is the secret to Thai massage. But nothing works better.

My big brother Uncle Ray Caron took me and Momma out for Thanksgiving dinner at the JW Marriott. They lost money on me and Uncle Ray, just on lobster alone. Such a repast!

Then there is Bangkok itself. It is a gourmand’s paradise. Any food can be found here, and there are expensive delis at Asoke and at Emquartier. You can get fragrant croissants straight from the oven here. Glorious slabs of prime rib. Italian meats and cheeses. Dean & Deluca New York style pizza.

Bangkok malls are world class, and you can buy anything here from the illicit in word of mouth street markets to authentic Apple hardware. Bangkok Street food is justifiably famous, and there is no place better just for people watching. Everyone comes to Bangkok. It is one of the great capitols of the world.

Outstanding medical care is available here if you can afford it. It costs less than in the US, though I cannot use my Veteran’s Choice card here as I can back stateside. I make inevitable pilgrimages back to the VA when I need treatment.

So there are many reasons why I am an expat in Bangkok. I find the clash of cultures useful as a writer, it helps me see clearly through otherwise invisible filters and I get distance from the culture wars in America. It is simple to be red-pilled in Bangkok, as I control what goes into my mind. 

The Thai pay me no mind. I tip generously and I observe their social niceties. No people on the planet smile as much as the Thai,  though I could write an article just on the implications of the Thai smile, not to mention on the variations of the wai

My main reason, the primary thing that keeps me here, and makes me homesick when I am gone, is sleeping contentedly beside me. Where she is, is my home. 

For many years home was where I hung my hat. Now my home is with her. And with Her Majesty. Who just walked in at 0548 hrs in a somnolent Bangkok morning announcing that she had a nightmare. 

So I will leave this right here. This is why I live in Bangkok.




I am No Expert, But This is How to Write a Book

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My brother Brian Donovan sent me this photo of my first book, A Tale of the Grenada Raiders. Available on Amazon and on iBooks, Ranger Karl Monger at The New American Veteran published an interview and my friend Greg published an excerpt from Chapter 13 in Soldier of Fortune Magazine. At this writing, there are now 33 5-star reviews of the work on Amazon. 

A friend and associate on SOCNET asked me "how does one write a book?"

This is what I wrote to him. 

"...I am no expert, but I will say that the simplest way to write is to just tell stories, tell them like you would if you were around a campfire. 

Writing is writing, yes, but it is story telling, and never forget that the first stories were oral, they were told with the mouth, to a small audience around a campfire.

I took writing courses decades ago when I was a student at CU-Boulder before I enlisted. They did not teach me to write. I suppose that you can say that I am self-taught, and it took me years to find my voice.

Tim Latsko sent me this photo from Chapter 13. 

The short cut is to just tell stories. Let them be as long as they need to be, but break them up if they get too long, and just tell stories. Remember that most of us these days are reading on phones and tablets, and there are many distractions vying for our time. 

So say your bottom line up front, then tell the story. The simple way to organize is to tell your audience what you are going to tell them at the outset. Then tell them. Then conclude by telling them what you told them. 

A. Tell your audience what you are going to tell them. BLUF. 
B. Tell them, ideally organized chronologically or sequentially. 
C. Tell them what you told them. 

If you keep it simple like that, advice that I obviously do not always follow myself, you will make it easier to tell the story and for a reader to follow it.

My secret: I read everything aloud. If it sounds wrong, it is wrong. Fiddle with it until it flows and sounds just like you speak.

Final advice: never assume that nobody will want to read what you write. That is not why you write. I write because it is a compulsion for me, I have always been a writer, my entire life.

My Ranger Mike Stewart sent me this photo of my book with a  Ranger  tab and old scroll 2d Ranger Battalion shoulder insignia. 

You cannot envisage all the various readers who will read you. I had 14 year old girls write to me and tell me that they liked my writing. Never saw that coming.

If it works better for you, just tell the stories orally and record them, then transcribe them. 

Make an introduction telling where the stories came from and why you wrote them, and what they are about. 

When you are done, tell the reader what you just told them, tie up any loose ends and dangle something more to come so folks will want to read what you write next. 


I cannot make it simpler than that. :) 

Available now on Amazon and on iBooks. Coming soon as an AudioBook. 

The Slow Motion Death of Traditional Publishing

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The banner ad for A Tale of the Grenada Raiders that my Ranger brother John Czarnecki made for me. For sale on Amazon, iBooks, and now, on GooglePlay. You can also read this book on GoogleBooks. I am working on a print edition on GooglePlay and an AudioBook version. 

"Technology makes publishing houses redundant. Publishers are now under siege, and Amazon is poaching their income streams."

As I wrote my first book, a war memoir, it dawned on me that a default format for war memoirs emerged over time. I read a million of them, just like you. 

I could have written this book following that template, I could have written my memoir just like everybody else's war memoir, but honestly: Grenada was 34 years ago, it was a minor intervention in the greater scheme of geopolitics, and nobody cares what happened there anymore except for the protagonists. 

So I could not write a conventional war memoir. It would be boring, lost in a sea of Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq memoirs, and nobody would read it. 

So I wrote this one my way, and as I wrote it, I wondered if anybody would get it, or if readers would even notice that I wrote this memoir differently. 

I am surprised to see that almost every reviewing reader on the Amazon page did indeed get it. Some more than others, but not one reviewer, not one reader, complained that I broke rules writing this book. 

A few of the reviewers really got it. They picked up on what I tried to do. We all read war memoirs. This one is different. 

As I write this article, the book is now up to 39 reviews on Amazon, all 5-stars. Some of those reviews were written by folks who should be writing their own books. Some of the reviewers are famous within the special ops community. Most of them are veterans. 

Bridget approves of my book, in both softcover and Kindle versions. Bridget's human, my bro Brian, is a civilian test reader. He gave me priceless feedback on early drafts. 


A few civilians also read the book, I am always astonished when civilians read what I write, but their feedback can be eye opening. 

One reviewer whom I do not know personally, Ms. Jeanette Beardsley, wrote this review
It has taken some time to fully digest. It is a book like no other on your shelf. The physical size, the text sizing, the layout, the photography alone make it a surrealistic pleasure to hold, a work of art. Unique in writing style, impossible to compare to another author, I can only place him in the haze between Stephen Crane and Michael Herr. It's essence can only be felt in its printed form, and is difficult to describe intellectually. Only a Ranger could produce a work where Beauty, Suffering, and Menace converge like this.
 
I can never explain how gratifying a review like that is. You never know what is going to happen when you publish a book. You dread the inevitable criticism, the nitpicking, the comparisons, and most of all, the unsolicited "advice" from more experienced writers and those who style themselves as "editors." 

One editor told me, "everybody needs an editor," apparently oblivious that this opinion puts food on his dinner table. He desperately wants that opinion to be true. 

It is not universally true, not all writers in fact do need an editor, but he can never admit that, as admitting that some writers need only light editing and others need none would undermine his relevance. Everybody likes to be indispensable, and everybody wants to put food on the table. 

Then that editor made observations about my book that confirmed that he scanned the text, at best, and its deeper layers of meaning went straight over his head. This is an editor who pays his rent by massaging memoirs into that same old tired default format that I repudiated. 

Not surprising, his critiques were diametric to my intentions, and I realized that publishing this book through traditional channels would expose me to vampires like him. 

So that is one benefit of self-publishing. There is no need to tussle with editors and proofreaders, justifying your approach, your organization, your word choices, or your writing style. 

While many writers can benefit from a fresh set of eyes on their manuscript, those alternate eyes were never mandatory, and readers more than ever are now the ultimate arbiters of your success as a writer--or your failure. 

I gave this book almost a year in the hands of an agent. I am sure that he never looked at it. But while it was in his hands, I was honor-bound not to send it to any other agents.

Who made up that lousy convention? It only benefits agents, and it puts writers at a disadvantage.  

Finally, I decided to just publish this book on my own. I feel zero regrets about that. Yes, a traditional publishing house might advance me a chunk of money, but the book's sales are surprisingly good, and my royalties are honestly earned. I am not getting rich, but I am earning a reasonable cut of each copy purchased.

I do not have to share those royalties with an agent (15%), nor do my royalties filter down to me courtesy of the bookkeeping of a publisher with every incentive to cheat me. 

It is highly unlikely that a traditional publisher would ever agree to publish this book in large 8.5x11-inch format, and I am sure that they would reject the number of photos that made it into the final draft. At 377 pages, this book weighs 2.4 lbs. You can smack somebody upside the head with it. And Pepsi approves of this book. So I got that going for me. 

If you consider the expenses that a traditional publisher will recoup before it ever pays a writer another cent in royalties, you realize that this is a big deal. Amazon can seem a bit greedy, but their bookkeeping is impeccable, and their royalty structure is straightforward. All rights remain with me. There are no catches.  

The GoogleBooks and GooglePlay Conundrum

Technology worked a revolution in publishing, you see. Anybody can publish on Amazon and iBooks. GooglePlay and GoogleBooks are harder, as Google is technically not accepting new publishers, except that they are. 

Here is the work-around, when you tire of seeing that "no new publishers accepted at this time" dialogue box. Go to this page and submit the form. 

I spent a couple of days working through Google's system, and this was bizarrely complicated by Google's insistence on serving me pages in Thai. Their server senses my IP address, and assumes that because I am in Bangkok I must surely want all pages in Thai. 

I do not read and write Thai. Google never envisioned an American expat living in the Kingdom. I cleared browser caches and reset preferences, and still, their pages came down in Thai. 

This drove me nuts. The solution was crazy: download Google's Chrome browser, and enable the option that automatically translates pages from Thai to English. 

Keep GoogleTranslate open, as some pop-up boxes will not auto translate, and you will need to copy and paste their contents into GoogleTranslate to understand what they say. 

This process will take some time, as you will need to enter bank accounts and tax ID information, but you can upload a .pdf of your manuscript and struggle through their procedures while Google's servers grind away on your uploaded files. 

I finally got my book posted on GoogleBooks and on GooglePlay. Now I will work on getting a softcover released through GooglePlay. Tomorrow. I am tired of Google right now. 


My Ranger brother Murph purchased three copies. My other Ranger brother Scott, who is depicted in the book, bought five. But Rangers are not the only readers and purchasers. 

The consequence of the revolution in publishing is direct access for writers to a Darwinian marketplace. Good writers sell books and their ideas propagate through the zeitgeist. Smart writers care more about getting read than about getting paid. Though lesser writers fade in relevance, they still get to say, "I published a book." 

Since anyone, literally anybody, can publish a book, some books will sell a grand total of one copy, or ten. Some will sell more. I am closing in on 400 copies sold. And climbing. I am not boasting. I am marveling. And I am profoundly grateful. 

But Amazon, principally Amazon, made Random House, Penguin, Simon and Schuster, Crown--all of the big houses--redundant. The primary marketplace for books, Amazon, is now also a publisher. 

This revolution in publishing marginalizes the big houses, and it erodes their dominance of the industry. Traditional publishers are no longer the gatekeepers in an ecosystem that writers must placate in order to sell books. 

This means that all the encumbrances of a publishing house, all the bureaucratic layers, the finance departments, the marketing departments, the pre-readers, the proofreaders, the editors, the illustrators, the fact checkers, and the lawyers, are all erased from the equation. 

Many writers, no question, do need an editor. Unfortunately editors are not created equally. One editor that published an excerpt of my book a couple of years ago in The Daily Beast was truly gifted. 

That editor, Jake Siegel, quit his job at the Beast and he decided that he was a writer, period, and that he would never edit anyone else's work ever again.


No traditional publishing house would ever permit me to include so many photos, like these from pages 183-4. Photos are expensive. They crank the price of a book up, even for print-on-demand operations. The Amazon list price for this book is $64.99. Amazon took a hit and they sell it for $21.xx. Amazon made a business decision, acting with greater nimbleness and flexibility than a traditional house ever could. 

Which brings me to my next observation about editors. With the exception of Jake Siegel, and theoretical others, too many editors are actually failed writers. It took me some time, as I am not that smart, but many of the criticisms that random editors sent to me unsolicited were in fact motivated by jealousy. 

"Everybody needs an editor?" Maybe so. But not an editor who is secretly covetous of the accomplishments of the writer. Sometimes such editors do not even realize that they are jealous. But it comes out in their comments. 

I can feel editors out there in internet land seething over these observations. I do not care. Editors in the current publishing milieu must be outstanding, because they are running out of safe places.

Technology makes publishing houses redundant. Publishers are now under siege, and Amazon is poaching their income streams. 

There may still be a place for some editors and fact checkers and legal reviewers in the ecosystem, but their relevance is diminishing, and it is no coincidence that editors are getting fired wholesale everywhere that we turn. Editors are increasingly an endangered species.

If a publishing house wishes to make me an offer, I will consider it. In the hands of the right publisher, this book could sell harder than I can accomplish on my own with the help of those of you reading these words. 

But money is not the sole purpose here. 

Omitting a publishing house enabled me to focus on those other important priorities. I did things with this book that most editors would not permit, and most houses would not accept, and I enjoy a direct relationship to my readers. 

Technology marches on. 

We all must adapt or fade into irrelevance. 

That includes writers, agents, editors, and publishers. Some of us are making a graceful transition. Some are burning in. 

Such a spectacle.


Ranger Jeff Mellinger was one of the earliest purchasers of this book, buying when its Amazon price was $64.99. Jeff really wanted this book. He sent me the first photos of the book in the wild, including this depiction of page 277. Jeff also wrote an epic lead review


The Facebook Purgatory of Michael Yon

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An historical photo of Michael Yon. The New York Times said that no other journalist spent more time in combat in Iraq and Afghanistan. Yon prefers to be described as a writer. 

Missing the incisive commentary of my brother, Michael Yon, whom Facebook banned from its platform for 30 days. His thoughtcrime? He made some comment about the Korean comfort women issue, an issue that he dominates. Nobody knows more about that dispute, that Chinese information op, than Michael Yon. 

Michael Yon brings eyeballs to Facebook, he has more than 637,000 Likes on his page. Yon earned those eyeballs the hard way, in combat, in Afghanistan and Iraq, shooting iconic photos and writing unsettling, precise analysis. 

Yon talks to everybody. He talks to Prime Ministers, to Secretaries of Defense, to grunts, to me, to everybody. And he sets an example for fairness and evenhanded discourse that I try to follow and fail. It was Yon who told me to stop swearing in my posts. I grumbled, but as I observed, attuned to the issue after he focused me on it, I realized that he was right. Again. 

Yon is often right. He talks about issues big and small, and he is often right. He and I do not agree all the time, but Mike listens, and if you can handle his response, he will teach you something that you did not know before. 

I asked him what his thoughtcrime was, and he said that he was discussing the Korean comfort women issue. I cannot imagine what he possibly said, what he possibly could say, that would merit a 30 day ban from Facebook. 

This just underscores how despicable social media is becoming. The behemoths of social media, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, increasingly enforce thoughtcrime standards on us all, primarily suppressing conservative commentary. Even on my own page, the suppression is obvious. 

I often call for social media to be regulated like any other communications utility. More and more of us use social media as our primary means of staying in touch with everybody and everything on a daily basis. As much as I dislike Facebook, and I do dislike it, I still end up writing on Facebook everyday, for an artificially suppressed audience. 

That is partly one reason why I do it. Because to hell with them. They can suppress us, they can use their fake algorithms to marginalize our points of view, but they will never succeed in shutting us up. 

When Facebook bans somebody like Mike Yon for 30 days, they expose themselves, they expose their dictatorial values, and they confirm that they are unworthy of so much control. Who are these Silicon Valley idealists to impose their values on us? 

We disagree. We see our world another way. We are entitled to hold our views, we are entitled to express our views, and no Silicon Valley twerp will ever throttle us. 

My guess is that the disgust that I feel for Facebook will continue to grow, it will spread, more of us will feel it, and eventually, at some future point, that rejection will culminate in a great correction. 

They got it coming to them. 

This post was originally a rant on my Facebook page. 

Mike Yon and I walking off Soi 20 in Bangkok, 2017. 





Thought Control, Propaganda, Censorship

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I talked recently with readers on my Facebook rant page about the writer Ms. Caitlin Johnstone (Twitter: @caitoz). Their verdict is that she can be shrill, click-baity, and that she is trying too hard to win eyeballs. 

None of those criticisms invalidate her self-analysis, which I mostly agree with, except for her naive faith in socialism. In America, we do in fact have a mixed economy with many socialist elements. As a libertarian Tea Partier I consider the socialist elements of the American state to be its weakest parts. 

When market forces are permitted to operate, a Darwinian process ensues which usually yields optimal solutions. It is in our efforts to curb capitalism, to soften it, that we most often err on a macro level. I favor buffering the impact of harsh capitalism on American citizens when necessary, but I also think that we need to let market forces work. This requires balance. 

I say this fully witting of my own hypocrisy, as I live on a government Veterans Disability Pension. Without the state, without the US government, I would not be able to feed my family. Nonetheless, as an American, I reserve my right to criticize my government. My rights are enshrined in the Constitution, a document that we too often ignore. 

Like Ms. Johnstone, I condemn plutocracy and oligarchy, and I perceive both at the root of the behemoths of Amazon, Google and Facebook. These leviathans control so much of our current reality that I am forced to write these words on my personal website and on Medium, as Facebook artificially suppresses the growth of my rant page and limits the reach of my words. 

I have been stuck for weeks with a mere 687 Likes. Really? Sometimes the Facebook Pages software, which I use to administer my rant page, tells me the truth about how many people are seeing my posts. The number does not correspond to reporting elsewhere on Facebook, much less direct observation. This discrepancy feeds my sense that Facebook suppresses some voices, primarily conservative opinions, and God forbid that you earn the dreaded label "alt-right."

An outright pogrom against "alt-right" speakers on YouTube and Twitter is underway, and many have been demonetized, their channels given warning strikes, and an increasing number have been shut down entirely. 

Alex Jones and InfoWars on YouTube are treading on thin ice, despite millions of subscribers and millions of views, and it is my hope that Mr. Jones leads the way in suing the pants off of YouTube, which abuses its near monopoly on internet video. YouTube needs to be split off from Google on antitrust grounds, and it needs to be regulated like a communications utility, because that is what it is. 


This video by Lift The Veil may be deleted by YouTube at any time. The creator's solution is to post his videos on Twitch and on SteemIt. SteemIt in particular is based on blockchain, and is hence inherently hostile to censorship. 

There are definitions of "alt-right" and then there are definitions. If you accept the definition of the Southern Poverty Law Center, you brand anyone who is "alt-right" as racist, and the problem is that the SPLC condemns creators who manifestly are not racist as racist, and their categorization is not only a modern form of McCarthyism, it is widely adopted throughout the neoliberal blogosphere. 

Then communications monopolies like Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and now, Medium act, disguising censorship as social justice virtue signaling. 

On Twitter, Milo remains persona non grata, as does his sartorial badness Roger Stone. David Seaman has been censored entirely on both Twitter and on YouTube, leading him to take his 160,000 subscribers to his own platform on Fulcrum, leveraging the censorship proof video host BitChute. The problem with BitChute is that blockchain is built for transparency and permanence, not for speed of file delivery, so videos streamed from BitChute can be laggy. 

Even on Medium, censorship has begun, with Jack Posobiec, Laura Loomer and Mike Cernovichbanned from the platform. The rationale? "Disinformation." I do not know how Medium can claim to discern "disinformation" without applying partisan filters, as was clearly done in their case. 

I am obviously well aware of censorship masquerading as something else, and I condemn it. When I am not lazy, I break out rants from my Facebook rant page and I publish them on Medium and my own site at magickingdomdispatch.com. I will soon resume publishing them on SteemIt, as well, another censorship resistant platform using blockchain. 

If you are reading these words you know that something is wrong, that the Pravda mass media is wholly suborned, that the corporate concentration of ownership is stoking censorship amid fears that our voices enjoy too much liberty. I do not know how that is even imaginable, as a First Amendment absolutist I defend even the rights of fascists to speak, but when six corporations control 90% of media, we see the consequences


The internet has changed mankind. Our ability to search data and to speak, even when we speak into artificially constrained chambers like this one, is unprecedented, and it contains the seeds of our ultimate liberty or our ultimate enslavement. 

Cryptocurrencies are the other great innovation that can change our civilization. Cryptocurrencies at this point are synonymous with the internet: to control them, the net must be controlled, and this is the threat that we must combat every day. 

I consider Ms. Johnstone an ally to a certain point, and I feature her writing because it often mirrors my own sentiments. If you do not like our ideas, you are under no compulsion to read me, or to read her. If you read Milo, or Roger Stone, or Jack Posobiec, or Laura Loomer, or Mike Cernovich, or David Seaman, you already notice that it is harder to find them due to increasing censorship. 

I hope that you will take the additional steps necessary to hear all those suppressed voices. My rationale is simple: We all can continue to learn until our final metamorphosis at the moment of our death, and hearing alternative opinions enriches our lives. We need to step out of our comfort zones, and we need to defend the free speech rights of all speakers. Mass media is already naked thought control: One person's fake news is another's propaganda.  

I appreciate every one of you who read me. I do not take your eyeballs or your consciousness for granted. I am not incapable of change. But at age 57, I have lived a rich life with many experiences, and my views are based on long experience and much reading. 

I hope that you will consider what I write, and what dissident voices like Ms. Johnstone and others say, as we live through this amazing time in human history. 




Will the Real Julian Assange Please Stand Up?

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There are many "Julian Assange"​ @JulianAssange accounts on Twitter, but only one of them is the real Julian Assange​. You must be careful to ensure that you are reading the words of the genuine Assange, and not one of the multiple"parody" accounts that Twitter permits. 

It is inexcusable that Twitter allows so many fake Assange accounts to proliferate, but their reasons are simple enough. Twitter is a private company, and it can do whatever the hell that it wants to do with its service. By mistreating Assange, Twitter also genuflects to governments worldwide that demonize Assange and WikiLeaks as a "non state hostile intelligence service." 


Splitting off undiscriminating users who follow fake Assange accounts enables controllers of those accounts to say anything and to attribute it to Assange, duping thousands of people. Deliberate confusion ensues. This is no mistake. 

Finally, Twitter prevents the genuine Assange from accumulating Twitter followers, reducing his data footprint and blunting the reach of his words. Twitter does this often, "shadow banning," using a variety of schemes, in an effort to suppress speech that they disagree with. 

This is why Twitter declines to register the real Julian Assange's Twitter account, withholding the iconic blue checkmark that denotes a confirmed account. 

Twitter's partisanship not only violates simple right and wrong, it is contrary to the spirit of the internet itself, which retains an increasingly embattled libertarian quality of permitting all perspectives to be stated, no matter how repugnant that they may be. 

One simple example is Twitter's tolerance of Big Harvey Weinstein, surely among the most reviled figures of our time. Big Harvey retains his account. And he has a blue checkmark. 


Assange exposed government corruption. Big Harvey reportedly raped and subjected actresses to sexual harassment, and allegedly ejaculated on a potted plant. Do the math. 

Twitter and YouTube primarily interfere with "alt-right" internet personalities like David Seaman (who quit Twitter entirely for a time, and just recently resumed tweeting after he was booted off YouTube), Lauren Southern (banned from Patreon), Mike Cernovich (a net media juggernaut banned from Medium), Alex Jones (another net juggernaut, host of InfoWars, on the verge of getting banned from YouTube despite millions of subscribers), his sartorial badness Roger Stone (lifetime ban from Twitter) and Jack Posobiec (banned from Medium). 

Other so-called "alt-right" personalities suffer ideological discrimination on Twitter, like Milo Yiannopoulos​, who has nearly 2.5 million followers on Facebook. Twitter kicked Milo off its service entirely, claiming that he harassed a black actress. Milo did not merely harass her. He observed that she is a shitty actress, which she is, and she looks like a dude, which she does. 

Milo's acolytes then unleashed a deluge of racism, misogyny, sexism and transphobia. I thought that that was what the internet was for, allowing a billion flowers to bloom, even the rankest. I am clearly mistaken. 

I generally favor market solutions to market problems, and this harassment of Assange could be classified that way, but it is time for Twitter and YouTube and all social media leviathans to be subjected to FCC regulations, regulated like any other communications utility. 

In the meantime, quit all Assange accounts that you follow on Twitter, and follow only @JulianAssange. You can also follow the various @WikiLeaks accounts (which is blue check marked, adding insult to injury)  but Assange maintains a personal account for logical reasons, and he should be able to do that without suffering such petty abuses from Twitter. 

How many of us follow @realdonaldtrump? Our president maintains and tweets from his personal account, reserving @POTUS for official statements. Even presidents are entitled to hold personal views, and nobody can tell them that they cannot express them when they wish. 

As an American, I think that everybody should be treated with the same respect that Twitter shows to President Trump. That would be egalitarian, and respectful of the free speech ideals that founded the internet. 

We all see what happens when private firms try to legislate morality: they begin by withholding a blue checkmark, then they censor. Nobody designated Twitter the thought police. 


Now please pardon me. I need to get a fresh cup of covfefe. 

The Sin of Idolatry

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Pra Pi Ganesh
My wife’s friend Khun Nong cleaned out a storage unit today. Khun Nong is Thai Muslim, so these statuettes of Pra Pi Ganesh, Ganesha, and the Chinese prosperity icon were just decorative for her. 

Khun Nong is an observant Muslim, she taught me a lot about Islam, and she made me recalibrate my thinking on that faith, as my previous experiences with Muslims were with jihadis and proto-jihadis, Sunni Wahhabis, Salafis in love with a cult of death, anticipating their 72 virgins.

Thai Muslims, the ones that I know, are deeply peaceful, carefully observant of their rituals and charitable activities in their communities. They live without friction in a Buddhist country, there is no conflict in Bangkok between Thai Muslims and Buddhists.

Just do not ask them about Israel. My wife was surprised to hear invective and condemnation about Jerusalem and the Al Aqsa Mosque at a Muslim fair. When I explained that Israelis defeated Arab armies and yet respected the sanctity of Al Aqsa, she was impressed. I think that the Jews should build the Third Temple. 

I do not go to the Thai South, where a Muslim separatist war has raged now for decades. The last king, His Majesty King Rama 9, was a nationalist and he dismissed proposals for limited autonomy for Southern Muslims, who once had their own Pattani kingdom until it was conquered by modern Thailand.

His Majesty King Rama 9 Bhumibol Adulyadej

Thailand is a melange of religions and mythologies, it was in its distant past an animist region. Then the Hindu came with their innumerable gods and goddesses, and their depictions of Vishnu, Brahma, and Ganesh. I see few depictions here of Shiva,  and very few of Kali Ma.

Phra Phrom, the Brahma idol at the Erawan Shrine next to the Grand Hyatt Erawan Hotel at Ratchaprasong. This idol is at the heart of the great city. 

After the Hindu came the Buddhists. The Buddhists came last, so their syncretic layer is strongest, though you still see manifestations of the Hindu gods and animist rites persist. China is near, but not too near, so you also see Chinese influences, brought by Chinese migrants who came south and settled in Thailand.

When I ask my wife about Chinese iconography, she tells me “I am Thai so do not ask me.” Thai Chinese have their own myths and their own iconography, and it surrounds us, along with all the other influences. 

I always found it interesting that Chinese merchants can erect their shrines on the ground in their businesses, while Thai depictions of the Buddha must always be elevated, the highest objects in a structure.

My wife has a spirit house at her father’s house in Buri Ram, and when she is there she assumes the daily duties of replenishing the offerings. We do not own our home in Bangkok, we rent, so she has no spirit house here. Our ancestors are not here, except in our hearts.

She does have a shrine inside our home, with Buddhist icons and depictions of His Majesty King Rama 9, and some eminent monks. I help her keep the flowers fresh there, she burns incense and prays on Buddhist holy days, and peace reigns in our household, except that Her Majesty my cat does not like the incense.

Her Majesty comes to my office and she complains, loudly saying “meow! Mommy is burning incense again!” She sits in my doorway like a little ruler of the household, and the tone of her “meow!” Is clear: do something about that incense! 


Her Majesty in her front garden. She does not like incense!

I asked my wife what Khun Nong would have done with these statuettes if she had not been there to inherit them, and she said that Khun Nong would have donated them to charity. Of course. Graven images are haram in Islam. I am glad that they came to us. 

I am not sure where Momma will put them. Perhaps with the other icons. Except the Chinese prosperity statuette. I do not know where she will put that. She is not Chinese.

I am ignorant of the mythology behind this icon. I presume that it is a prosperity icon, and that the smiling man stole treasure from the dragon. If you know about this icon, please enlighten me in the comments! Thank you. 

We are also conflicted about the golden depiction of Pra Pi Ganesh. We are disturbed by his eyes. These are just everyday statuettes, not limited editions by eminent artists. You can buy them in street markets. 

But their attention to detail is remarkable, and the artisan who made the golden icon of Pra Pi Ganesh achieved something when he carved the eyes.

As I say: the eyes of this idol are perturbing. 

A Quiet Life in Bangkok

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This fresh lobster cost 300 baht, or $9 USD at the fresh market. It is not that large, but it is enough for me and Momma. Her Majesty does not like lobster. 

Momma came home from the market with a frozen lobster, so we shall have lobster and garlic butter for dinner. We are out of garlic, so I took my evening stroll to the street market and I bought seven garlic bulbs from the Chinese gentleman in his stall.

He is old and mixed Thai and Chinese, and he watches his stall wearing no shirt. It is turning to Thai summer soon, and it is getting hot outside. When I am home, I often wear no shirt as well.

Like all Thai agricultural produce, Thai garlic grows large and strong, better than any other garlic that I ever tasted. No fertilizers, no chemicals, nothing artificial touches Thai street vegetables, spices and fruits. Americans pay extra for organic produce. That is the only kind of produce that is sold in Thai street markets.

If you want Monsanto GMO food, you have to go to a grocery store, a big chain. I only buy things like popcorn and peanut butter at such stores. And potato chips. For when I cheat on my diet with salty carbs.

The old auntie on the corner laughs and wai’s to me, she thinks that I am cute, like a dog or a cat is cute. I am the old neighborhood farang, I speak Thai with a lisp, because I no longer have teeth and I rarely wear my dentures, and my ears are too jacked up from gunfire to hear the Thai tones of the language correctly.

My tongue cannot shape Thai consonants accurately, as I was not born speaking this language. I sometimes surprise myself when I speak, as I do not know whether, English, Thai or Spanish will emerge. Sometimes all three happen, and I have to stop and think through what I am trying to say.

The old auntie on the corner probably thinks that I am somewhat crazy. I am sure that she never met a farang like me. She talks up a storm when I sit in her restaurant, waiting as she stir fries street food for me in her wok. You can only get Thai street food on the street. I barely gist what she says to me sometimes.

Momma speaks very good English, she learned it well after eleven years of marriage. I never had to learn Thai, so my Thai is limited to the street markets, to directing taxi drivers, and I know how to make bar girls laugh. I used to watch the news, but I no longer turn on the televisions in our home.

I bought milk, coconut juice and a bottle of Peter Vella rosé at 7-11, taking care to use the 7-11 card correctly, as Momma saves the credits to get free stuff.

Momma likes her wine in the evenings. I am careful to limit myself to just a sip, as I do not want to start that shit again. I have been alcoholic in my lifetime, twice, in fact, and I like wine and beer too much.



I know my pattern: I start out controlled, and I drink everyday a little bit more, until finally I am drinking an entire bottle of wine in the evening, or a whole six pack, or three chilled liter bottles of beer. It is expensive to be alcoholic, and bad for the mind, the liver and the kidneys.

So now I enjoy one sip, no more. And I no longer smoke with coffee. I abuse nicotine gum, I almost always have four pieces tucked between cheek and gum, like I used to do with Copenhagen snuff. I am sure that abusing nicotine gum like this is not good for me, but it is better than snuff, and better than smoking. So say my cardiologists.

Evening is the time for Her Majesty and I to sit in our front garden. She sniffs the plants where the neighborhood soi cats mark them during their night patrols, and she marks them right back herself, so that they know that this is her garden.

Har Majesty patrolling her front garden.

Momma and I put out dry food for the soi cats, they know that they can always come here and get a free meal. But this is the garden of Her Majesty. A lean scarred tom cat came this evening to visit Her Majesty, but I chased him away. I do not want her getting fleas or ticks from a soi cat. She is a princess, after all.

Evening in Bangkok. I open my mind, and all that I hear in my office as I complete this commentary is silence.

This is a good place to live, and it will be a good place for my final hours if I am blessed to pass them here.

Maeterlinck, The Great Secret, 1922

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Belgian writer Maurice Maeterlinck (1862-1949). Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, 1911.  This media file is in the public domain in the United States. This applies to U.S. works where the copyright has expired, often because its first publication occurred prior to January 1, 1923. See this page for further explanation.

“But this hidden memory, this cryptomnesia, as the specialists have called it, is only one of the aspects of cryptopsychics, or the hidden psychology of the unconscious. 

I have no time to recapitulate here all that the scholar, the scientist, the artist, and the mathematician owe to the collaboration of the subconscious. We have all profited more or less by this mysterious collaboration.

This subconscious self, this unfamiliar personality, which I have elsewhere called the Unknown Guest, which lives and acts on its own initiative, apart from the conscious life of the brain, represents not only our entire past life, which its memory crystallizes as part of an integral whole; it also has a presentiment of our future, which it often discerns and reveals; for truthful predictions on the part of certain specially endowed "sensitives" or somnambulistic subjects, in respect of personal details, are so plentiful that it is hardly possible any longer to deny the existence of this prophetic faculty. 

In time accordingly the subconscious self enormously overflows our small conscious ego, which dwells on the narrow table-land of the present; in space likewise it overflows it in a no less astonishing degree. 

Crossing the oceans and the mountains, covering hundreds of miles in a second, it warns us of the death or the misfortune which has befallen or is threatening a friend or relative at the other side of the world.

As to this point, there is no longer the slightest doubt; and, owing to the verification of thousands of such instances, we need no longer make the reservations which have just been made in respect of predictions of the future.

This unknown and probably colossal guest though we need not measure him today, having only to verify his existence is, for the rest, much less a new personality than a personality which has been forgotten since the recrudescence of our positive sciences. 

Our various religions know more of it than we do; and it matters little whether they call it soul, spirit, etheric body, astral body, or divine spark; for this guest of ours is always the same transcendental entity which includes our brain and our conscious ego; which probably existed before this conscious ego, and is quite as likely to survive it as to precede it; and without which it would be impossible to explain three fourths of the essential phenomena of our lives.”

--Maurice Maeterlinck, The Great Secret, 1922, pp. 237-239.


The New American Separatism

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President Donald J. Trump, POTUS45. 

Those of us who have lived for several decades know that American society has changed. We, the American people, have also changed. Not all of us, but many of us. Some of us hate so much what we are becoming that we elected the only true outsider in the history of American politics to turn back the clock. 

And he is doing it. He is restoring American values, and many of us like what he is doing. We respect our flag. We are proud to say the Pledge of Allegiance. We sing the National Anthem at sporting events. We have no patience for millionaires kneeling in protest. We can say that American traditionalists favor what we can call the Trump Agenda.

Congresswoman Maxine Waters (D-CA), characteristically deriding President Trump. Photo courtesy of Donn Marten, from an article on downtrend.com, January 14, 2018. 

Those who oppose him are our true enemies. They want our guns. They condemn us because we are white, even when we are not white, they still say that we are white. They condemn patriarchy, when patriarchy built cultures and landed men on the Moon. 


Massachusetts Senator Elizabeth Warren and Hillary Clinton at a campaign event in Manchester, NH, October 24, 2016. Senator Warren is infamously known as "Fauxcahontas" or "Liarwatha" because she defrauded Harvard University by claiming Native American ancestry, listing herself as a minority in an Association of American Law Schools directory, refusing to take DNA tests that would settle the matter. Photo courtesy of Tim PierceCC BY-SA 4.0. 

I have always loved women. I worshipped the goddess when I was young, before I even understood the culture behind her or read Margaret Murray.

Professor Margaret Alice Murray, August 26 1938, photo courtesy Bassano LTD, Public Domain via WikiPedia. 

My mother raised me to be a gentleman, and to revere women, and I grew up a man in the Army, despising all forms of masculine weakness. I love women. But I am a man. And I am not confused or conflicted about it. 

Nobody cares who is having sex with whomever. I always believed that this should be a personal and private thing, and that is why I oppose a gay agenda in our schools, in our society, and in our politics. 

I could care less who commits sodomy with whom. Just stop making it an agenda. Because that agenda is noxious, it is toxic, and it is aligned with too many other hatreds of things that define people like me. 

Social Justice Warriors condemn people like me, and I am glad, because that makes it easier for me to repudiate them, and to stand for my own personal politics and culture that appropriately contextualizes them. I understand them better than they like. 

These changes over the past decades in American society in particular are harmful. Men are afraid to be men, and most American men that I meet just surrender the initiative to neo-feminists who are angry that all the good men are already married, or are gay. 

I feel contempt for those American women who steal a man who is already married, forgetting that even if they succeed and steal that man, they will never forget how they captured him, and they will always be waiting for him to cheat on them, expecting another woman to steal him away. 

The only American women that are friendly with me are those that feel no need to change my mind. This is one of the main reasons why I live overseas, and it is a primary reason why my third wife is Thai, not American. 

American women changed, and we can blame feminism for much of this. American men changed, and we can blame their own weakness for most of it. 


American culture changed, and not for the better. We are not more inclusive. We are more separatist than ever before.

Oscar Perez, Liberator

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You need to read between the lines, and even then, you may not understand who this man was, or why I post this article in commemoration of his death. He was a patriot, and he died taking up arms in rebellion against tyranny. 

In death, his name was Oscar Perez


Perez's name and his story may end up a footnote, if that, in the greater histories of our times. Or his deeds may be commemorated  by other rebels, who occasionally do succeed in overthrowing tyranny. 

Front page, The New York Times, January 23, 2018. 

You could say that the story of Oscar Perez is a South American story. Except that America itself was liberated by rebels and brigands who took up arms against King George. This makes it an American story, and when I say "American" I mean all of America, both North and South. 


My theory is that this is why Americans like underdogs. We cheer for Bonnie and Clyde in the movies, because our progenitors were underdogs, rebels, brigands. I believe that this memory lingers in our national DNA. In some of us, those genetics run true. 


Only Latin American specialists know the rest of this story. If you watch this video, you will see Venezuelan President Maduro denouncing Oscar Perez as a terrorist. 


President Maduro stands in front of a painting of the Venezuelan liberator Simon Bolivar, and he is oblivious to the historical irony. 

To understand what I am saying, read the Wikis on Simon Bolivar and on Oscar Perez himself. 


With whom do you stand? With oppressors and tyrants? 

Or with liberators, rebels and brigands? 

Viva! Oscar Perez. Viva!






Encryption is a Human Right

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Awhile back I registered an encrypted email account from ProtonMail. Operating from Switzerland, ProtonMail employs multiple methods to secure your email. Free.

Consider it like Gmail, but encrypted and free, and not in cahoots with the US government or with FVEY


Proton also offers a free VPN, you can sign up for it when you make a free email account, but due to overwhelming demand there may be a waiting list. You can also purchase a paid VPN plan, however, and tunnel your encrypted communications immediately. 

Proton appears to generate a fresh set of PGP keys, which you can find by clicking on Settings and then looking in the leftmost menu. There is probably a way to set up ProtonMail to use your preexisting PGP keys, but it really does not matter. You can own multiple key sets. 

Think about it like this. In the same way that you can generate a fresh Bitcoin address and use it when you like, you can also generate a fresh PGP key pair. You can use a unique Bitcoin address just for one transaction. Or you can use it many times, for a specific class of transactions. Or you can use it all the time. It is the same with PGP key pairs. 

Think about how complex this makes surveillance. NSA can throw clock cycles at a key pair to decrypt it, but then you use multiple key pairs, or worse, you only use key sets once, and then you create and use another pair. 

Obviously the solution for NSA is to stop chasing the target, decrypting keys when they are encountered, and to gain root access to the host machine, where keyboard input can be sniffed before it is encrypted. 

Not much that any of us can do about that. 



Hackers and spies have workarounds, but they are complicated, and they require booting from a USB stick into an OS which is used for just that lone communications session. That OS is called Tails. If your security really matters, you will use a Tails USB stick once, then destroy it. 

The rest of us just do the best that we can. We use a VPN, and we switch them up, to enhance our chances of using one that is not penetrated by NSA. We encrypt our text, doing it automatically in encrypted email like ProtonMail, or we do it separately, in a service like KeyBase


There is no reason not to separately encrypt a message in KeyBase, and then send it encrypted a second time using a separate key pair in ProtonMail. Your computer does not care. It is just encrypting text. It can encrypt text that is already encrypted. 

For NSA, if they do not enjoy root access to your device, and they are not already sniffing your content as you create it, before it is encrypted, they now have to figure out which multiple PGP key pairs that you used. Extrapolating this out across millions, even mere thousands of users, you see the complexity of their challenge. 

I am a patriotic American. I support NSA when it is engaged in its statutory purpose of SIGINT against foreign targets, or when it is focusing on legitimate domestic targets during a counterintelligence case in compliance with warrants issued by a real judge in a real court. 



I reject the habit, now systematized, of NSA automatically siphoning all our content and metadata and warehousing it to be decrypted and processed at its leisure. If my government wants to know what I am saying and who I am talking to, it needs to get a warrant from a real court and a real judge. We are Americans. 

You can download the Public key that ProtonMail generates for you and save it with your other keysets. I have not yet tried to register this new keyset, but I imagine that ProtonMail does this for you automatically. It really does not matter. ProtonMail uses the key to encrypt your email in the background. You are not aware of it. It just works. 

ProtonMail operates from servers in Switzerland and Iceland, and you can access it from the TOR network to obscure your metadata. 



I plan to use ProtonMail for a bit, and then if I still like it, I will upgrade to a paid package that includes ProtonVPN. I already use Opera VPN, another free VPN service, and it appears to work flawlessly. But it only works on my mobile devices, not on my desktop, as that functionality is reserved for its desktop Opera browser, which I do not use. 




This link will take you to the ProtonVPN page, where you can sign up for a free VPN. You can also leap from there to sign up for a free encrypted ProtonMail account. 

It is nobody's business what you are saying or doing. If the government, or worse, a company like Google, wants to sniff your communications and track your activities, they should only do so through sworn government agents pursuant to a warrant issued by a real judge in a real court. 

Remember: if something is free, then generally you are the product. Google just recently stopped passing our Gmails through algorithms (so they say) in order to offer us intelligent advertising. Everybody has a Gmail account. Some of us have many of them. If you have a fetish for security but prefer to use Gmail, you can create a Gmail account, encrypt your data using KeyBase, and use that Gmail account once in concert with a burner phone. 

ProtonMail is also free. But the company offers end-to-end encryption, it never sniffs our content, indeed it cannot sniff our content, as encryption takes place on your host machine, not on their server. If you access ProtonMail using TOR, your Metadata is washed through TOR. 

Why can ProtonMail offer a free encrypted email account? Because it is a teaser to illustrate for you the virtues of their operation, to lure you into purchasing a paid account. Makes sense to me. 

It is difficult to remain a hard surveillance target these days. We all do what we can. Few of us are involved in criminality. Yet we should feel no guilt when we encrypt our communications and our interactions. Our business is our own. We no longer have to live our lives like open books, with our data and our metadata available to anyone to examine. 

Think on this. Google became one of the wealthiest, most powerful companies on the planet, simply because we permitted it to hash our content at their whim. We were the product. What did Google do with all that data? We can assume that they sold some of it to our own government. 

Yes, we got free email. For that to be profitable for Google, and it obviously was very profitable, they had to sell something to a customer. What did they sell? They sold us. 

So encrypt everything. Go dark. Privacy is a human right. 

So is encryption. Encryption is a human right. 



Me v. Department of Veterans Affairs

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I did not want to write this article, but I have no choice. 

I deeply appreciate the Department of Veterans Affairs. I received life-saving treatment at the Lake Nona VARO in Orlando, and I take medications daily from the VA which prolong my life. 

I see a PTSD specialist weekly courtesy of the VA, I never see a bill, they pay it, and this is an incredible gift as I live in Bangkok. 

I do have to pay out of my own pocket to see a local cardiologist, and I pay to see a pain specialist every month. I can theoretically file for reimbursements for these expenses, but the reimbursement procedures with the Foreign Medical Program are bureaucratic and difficult. 

The Trump administration attempted to extend policies which enable veterans to seek treatment at private facilities, but the status of this legislation at the Congress is unclear this week. 

This is important legislation, as the VA still cannot cope with the deluge of veterans seeking treatment, despite expenditures in the billions of dollars. It does not really matter for me, as treatment at facilities overseas is not covered. 

Veterans are supremely expensive. I often say that if you do not wish to pay for the medical care of veterans at the VA, then stop having wars. 

An ideal solution for me would be to extend this legislation to cover my medical bills overseas, and this would actually be beneficial for the VA and the taxpayer, as medical care in Bangkok is cheaper and comparable in quality to what it would cost in America. 

But that would be a miracle, and while I have witnessed miracles in my life, I am not accustomed to seeing them where legislation is concerned. I never even win the lottery. This is just my karma, and I am resigned to it. 


- My Latest Battle With the VA -

I am battling with my beloved VA this week as I attempt to renew my medical prescriptions. You would think that this is a routine thing, but my blood pressure always spikes when I interact with the VA, as it is a bureaucracy and it can be intransigent and unaccommodating. 

I freely admit that I am a 100% disabled American veteran, my injuries and maladies are service connected, and I was adjudicated permanently and totally disabled in 2012. I bear honorable wounds. 

This week, I had to fight the VA to renew my medications. Firstly, my primary care doctor refused to renew a medication that I have taken for years, Quetiapine Fumarate, a medication that I take in horse doses for sleep management and mood stabilization. I have taken this medication for years, and it took time for psychiatrists to adjust the dosage to achieve its palliative effects. 


- The Mental Health Clinic Undermines My Mental Health -

My primary care doctor, a nice doctor named Dr. Shaikh, said that I needed to get a Mental Health clinic psychiatrist to renew this prescription. So I sent a Secure Message to my Mental Health clinic doctor, Dr. Alessi. I received no reply. 

So I tried again, sending to a different doctor. Again, I received no reply. Finally, I reached back to Dr. Shaikh and I asked her to shake trees over at the Mental Health clinic to get somebody to respond to me. 

Side note: it took the VA multiple tries to update my address and my phone number. I apologize, but veterans sometimes move and sometimes we have to change our phone numbers. 

As I spend much of my time in Bangkok and I only occasionally return to the US, my American address is used principally for banking purposes under the Patriot Act and for voter registration. I also use this address with the VA, though I did ensure that they have my address in the Kingdom of Thailand. 

Despite this, the VA persisted in sending correspondence to an old, obsolete address. I know this because the recipient was perturbed and informed me. I realize that these are bureaucratic issues that are common to all bureaucracies, they are inherent to them, and I am nobody special. 

I also use an American phone number, which unfortunately I was never able to get ATT to activate so that it would ring in my pocket in Thailand. It does instantaneously relay SMSs and voice mail, so I declared victory and I moved on. We cannot always get everything that we want. 

Finally, a nice doctor at the Mental Health clinic called me and he left me a voicemail. I returned his call, it took some fiddling in the clinic to figure out who called me, but the very competent clinic clerk surmounted this challenge. I then spoke with a new doctor. He never heard of me. My old doctor is gone. 


- My New Psychiatrist is Unacceptably Nosy -

This new doctor was so disturbed that I live in Bangkok, and cannot immediately rush over so that he can look at my face, that I finally had to tell him that it was no business of his what I am doing in Bangkok and it is not his prerogative to tell me where I should live. When I told my PTSD therapist about this he agreed with me, which astonished me, but I got that going for me. 

This nice doctor, whom I must commend, because he maintained his emotional equilibrium with a grumpy veteran wrestling to keep a PTSD rage in check, finally agreed to renew my Quetiapine prescription. I had to promise him that I will rush over to the Mental Health clinic to see him the next time that I return to America. And I will. 

He was very disturbed that I have no immediate plans to return to America. I did not have the patience to explain to him that life is much more affordable for a veteran dependent upon a VA disability pension in Bangkok. For example, a $20 haircut in America costs me $3 here. A $10 liter of fresh coconut milk, when it is findable in America, costs me $1 here. I could go on, endlessly. 

This nice doctor explained that he needed to see me in order to prescribe medications for me, and I cannot disagree with him. Nobody knows what happened to my last doctor. She vanished into thin air. And apparently, she left no records about my existence, which is very strange, as I distinctly remember her pecking at her keyboard as we talked. 


- VA Clinicians Struggle With Antiquated IT Systems -

This may be a reflection on the antiquated IT systems that VA clinicians must use. They are endlessly being updated, backups constantly overwrite newer data, the VA pays billions of dollars for these systems and they never seem to work as contracted. 

For example, the feature that promises to track my Pharmacy deliveries still does not work, though it mocks me, promising me a helpful feature on the VA myHealtheVet website. The option appeared on the VA website a couple of years ago. It never works. I always get, "No Data Available." 

Things like this happen with the VA, incessantly. This nice doctor also explained that I am taking a large dose of Quetiapine, and that this requires ongoing psychiatric monitoring and occasional blood serum sampling. I am pleased to get any blood work that the VA desires and send it to him. He did not say anything when I said so. 


- This is What Happens When You Get Old -

I explained that I am under a doctor's care here in Bangkok. Several of them, in fact. I see a cardiologist monthly, primarily to monitor my INR Warfarin values. The VA assures me that this is the primary drug keeping me alive, as I am doomed to suffer a stroke due to atrial afibrillation at an unknowable future date. 

My cardiologist also orders blood work every month for various other things. I should pay more attention to this, but honestly, it exhausts me. I also see my PTSD specialist, and I have, for more than a decade, every week. He helps me keep the wheels on, and he is the primary reason why I am still happily married to Wife Number 3 for the past 11 years. 

Finally, I see a local pain specialist, and she prescribes my crucial opiates to manage chronic pain, an unending adversary in my life. She transitioned me off of the VA's preferred narcotic, Oxycodone, and I am delighted, as I hated that medication. It barely worked, and I had to take ever increasing doses to achieve pain relief. 

I now take an older regimen of Methadone twice a day, my dosage is low and stable, and it enables me to manage pain surprisingly well. She also prescribes codeine for me, but I rarely take it, only when I really need it. That happened once so far this month. So I am pleased with my opiate situation. 


- Victory? Only Partial -

So anyway, my new Mental Health clinic psychiatrist agreed to renew my Quetiapine script, but I am sure that I will face another battle with him or some other psychiatrist in coming months when I need to renew my medications again. This is what veterans deal with, when we deal with the VA. I am lucky that I take medications for high blood pressure. Because my blood pressure was spiking. 

I also explained to this nice psychiatrist that I have been taking the same dosage of Quetiapine for many years now, and it has been quite some time since I was required to get blood serum testing, and I have never been required to see a psychiatrist to get a renewal. I suspect that this was historically a reflection of the number of veterans that the average psychiatrist sees at the VA. 

I have been taking Quetiapine for many years. Maybe a decade now. I understand that systems and policies change, as does physician compliance with them, but I do not appreciate it when I have to argue with a clinician to get a simple prescription renewed. 


- No, This Story Is Not Over -

I was finally ready to call the Pharmacy and coordinate a delivery of medications to an American address. I send my medications to an American address because I have an old friend, we went through the Q Course together, who travels back and forth between California and the Kingdom frequently. He brings my medications in for me. 

I must use this workaround because sending my medications to the US Embassy Annex at JUSMAGTHAI was hopeless. I did not retire after 20 years of service, so they did not want to give me a mailbox. 

Apparently, a 100% permanently and totally disabled veteran with service-connected injuries does not rate. Then, the Embassy mail service placed numerous restrictions on us, prohibiting everything but VA medications. 

When VA medications arrived, they rejected the shipment and returned them back to the VA. Talk about spiking blood pressure. So I do not deal with the AMEMB Bangkok anymore, because under Obama, they seemed to only hire people who were hostile to veterans. 

I would love to see nothing more than Secretary of State Pompeo reading the American Embassy in Bangkok the riot act to straighten them out, but I am sure that he has other priorities on his agenda. 

If somebody reading this would like to yell at the Embassy personnel to make them give me a mailbox and accept my VA medications without hassle, that would be miraculous. I do not hope for miracles. 

So my friend brings me my medications. We are talking about cardiac, diabetic, blood pressure, cholesterol medications and massive doses of vitamins, which my neurologist assures me will help my brain function better. Since I began taking them several months ago, I think that he is right. We shall see. Read on. 


- A Six Month Supply is a Bridge Too Far -

I coordinate for a six month supply of medications at a time, as this gives me sufficient medication to compensate for the VA's inevitable errors in delivery. I can coordinate my next shipment one month out, so when the VA screws up, and they always screw up, I still have a couple of weeks to fix the error. 

This time around, the Pharmacy clerk flat refused to process a six month resupply. In the past, and I am talking about several years now, Pharmacy clerks used a work around to ship me a six month supply. They processed one order on one day, and then they repeated the order the next day. 

This resulted in two shipments, but they were on consecutive days, and it worked for many years. I had minimal trouble with this process. At some point with the Orlando VA Pharmacy, however, this workaround was apparently forbidden to the clerks, and they are no longer permitted to do it. 

I get the impression that there is high personnel churn at the Orlando Pharmacy. Instead of talking to the usual kind folks who were experienced and remembered my case, I keep getting new, grouchy clerks who are struggling with their IT system. 

Pharmacy clerks in the VA Orlando Pharmacy are now directed to coordinate only a 90-day supply of medications. No exceptions. 


- Fun With the VA Phone System -

This time, the clerk flat refused. I will not argue with clerks, so I asked her to transfer me to a pharmacist. The first time that I tried this, a pharmacist picked up and she said "hello? Hello?" And then she said, "just a moment," and then she transferred me to the Urgent Care clinic. 

This sort of thing is continual when dealing with the VA. If they do not "accidentally" hang up on you, they transfer you to the wrong clinic. I would love to use the VA website to coordinate these deliveries, but it cannot be trusted, and I have learned the hard way to call and speak with a human and to always get the name of the clerk. 

I told myself, "serenity now." Then I called back. The second time around, the clerk was combative with me and he raised his voice when I asked him to transfer me to a pharmacist. 

He claimed that it was impossible, he physically could not transfer me to a pharmacist. I said, "ok then, let us play it this way. Transfer me to your supervisor." He could not say no to that. 

He was not happy, but I was not calling to make him happy. I was calling to get my medications delivered. I hope that the VA recorded that call "for training purposes" as they claim. I wish that I had made a note of his name.

This time, the transfer actually worked. A very nice lady named Mary picked up, and she explained that, however it worked in the past with the Orlando Pharmacy, that they could no longer transfer me to speak to a pharmacist. 

What Mary did do, and again, I am amazed that this actually happened, she agreed to take my name and my number and to ask a pharmacist to call me, upon which I would immediately return their call. 

And this actually happened. I called back and spoke to a very nice pharmacist named Janice. She would only process a 90-day refill for me. She said that she could not process a six month refill. And that is where things rest today. 


- I Hope That My Blood Pressure Medications are Working Now -

I am angry, of course. My desire for a 6 month refill is dictated by VA's inevitable errors. I have learned through agonizing experience with this agency to always, and I mean always, leave myself sufficient time to compensate for their inevitable screwups. 

It may seem like a minor thing, this refusal to process a six month resupply, but I assure you, as a veteran living at the far end of a tenuous medical delivery system, with multiple potential points of failure, it is not minor. 

There is no way that I can afford to purchase the medications that the VA prescribes for me. It would cost me more than a thousand dollars a month. Me and Momma and Her Majesty barely get by on my disability pension. 


A gratuitous photo of my silly cat, Her Majesty. I discussed this opus with her and she helped me feel better about it. Cats live in the now. I do not know how she experiences time. But when she sits on my chest and I pet her, and we discuss the events of our day, she helps me feel better. 


- Now I Begin Bitching -

So then I started calling people, namely Ms. Debra Ward, a Patient Advocate at the Orlando VA. I have dealt with Ms. Ward in the past, and she is a superlative patient advocate. She took very good care of me previously. But she was not answering her phone, which is understandable, as the Patient Advocates office is chronically understaffed and none of them can answer their phones. 

All their calls go to voicemail, and in her case, she says that she may need up to three business days to get back to callers. I believe it. I am familiar with Ms. Ward's work load, and it can legitimately take her 3 days to get to a call. 

I did not mean to leave her so many voicemail messages, but her system only gave me a short amount of time in which to leave a message. So I left her like three or four of them. I apologize, Ms. Ward. I really needed to speak to you. 

VA employees cannot return my calls to an overseas exchange in Bangkok. If I lived locally in the Orlando area, they can and often do return phone calls. But they cannot call overseas. It is my decision to live here, I accept that. But I also insist that it is not up to the VA where I decide to live nor why. 

Then I had the brilliant idea to send Ms. Ward a Secure Message through the VA website. So I did so. I imagine it may still take her three days to get back to me using that medium, as well. I still have not heard back from her. Today is day three. 


- Enter the White House VA Hotline -

Stewing by this time, I called the White House VA Hotline. I did not know who established this phone number, nor who runs it, but there is indeed a phone number that veterans can call to get assistance with VA problems in a timely fashion. 

I see now that this is a VA service established by the Trump administration.  The phone numbers that the VA website posts are not the phone number that I call. I was given my phone number through the veteran bamboo telegraph. I call +1 855.948.2311. 

I got lucky and I spoke to a switched on clerk, another Mary, who transferred me to somebody that she said was with VHA. That individual, named Carlton, who was apparently in Kansas, was very helpful. 

Unfortunately, Carlton could not give me a phone number so that I could call him back. All calls get routed to a random system, so it is impossible apparently to call back to speak to the same person. Carlton claimed that he had no direct line. 

The next time that I called the White House VA Hotline, I got another switched on clerk, a gentleman named Will, and he walked me through the process of filing a complaint and he issued me a case number. I instantly received an email confirmation of my case. 

And that is where things rest at this time. 


- Thank God for Patient Advocates -

I am trying to give the Patient Advocate Ms. Ward in Orlando time to tussle with my issues. She is very good, and she humanizes an otherwise inhumane system and she makes it flex in ways that keep the Orlando VA functioning. 

I do not know of any VA facility that does not utterly depend upon Patient Advocates. I pity those veterans whom, for whatever reason, are not competent to call and work with a Patient Advocate. 

I cannot fix this world, no matter how much I would like to try. I regret writing this article, but this is what writers do. We get angry and then we write. 


- My Unknown Benefactor -

The last time that I wrote an article like this, somebody, I still do not know whom, got on the horn with the VA in Orlando and told them to fix my issues. And they did. 

Somebody waved a magic wand to take care of me. 

I have no idea who is reading my words, nor who is picking up the phone and calling the Orlando VA on my behalf, but I hope that that anonymous angel will read this article and do it again. 

It is unrealistic to hope that I will not reexperience these same or even worse obstacles the next time that I need to renew my prescriptions,  because we are taking about the VA. 

The VA is what veterans have to deal with, and because we are veterans, and because the VA costs America billions of dollars, we have no choice but to be grateful for whatever we get. 

And I am grateful for the VA. I made a deal with the American government when I was young, and I never expected to live this long: I agreed to go to war on behalf of America under the supposition that the VA would be there for me when I got old, assuming that I did not die. 

For whatever reason, I did not die. To my vast surprise, I am still here. And so is the VA. So as far as I am concerned, America kept its word with me. I have health care, and it is keeping me alive at this very moment, and I am profoundly grateful for it. 

I know that my wife appreciates it, as well. She is not ready for me to die. I am working to prepare her for it. Because we all know that that day is fast approaching. 

But it sure would be nice if the VA was not such an utter nightmare. I would love it if I did not have to accommodate the VA's inevitable mistakes. I would love it if I did not have to fix inevitable errors, or adapt to irrational policy changes. 

And it would be glorious if the VA in Orlando would resume, as they did for so many years, renewing my medications without hassle and for a six month supply. 

I do not know who read my words before and got on the phone to whatever administrator in Orlando, but I desperately hope that that person, whomever he or she is, will do it again. 

Because this veteran, yet again, needs help from a mysterious, unnamed guardian angel from on high. 

Are you out there? 

Another Letter to POTUS 45

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Stephen Trujillo
REDACTED Avenue
Cocoa Beach, FL 32931

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Bangkok, Thailand 10320

+1 (347) REDACTED
+66 REDACTED
REDACTED@gmail.com

June 18, 2018
President Donald J. Trump
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20500

Dear Mr. President:
I am a 100% permanently and totally disabled veteran retired in Florida and in Bangkok. 

Many years ago, I applied for Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI), expecting that I would be approved as most permanently and totally disabled veterans are. 

I was denied because the IRS failed to credit my tax account with sufficient Social Security work credits. This was an IRS error.

I tried to fix this problem for the past 11 years. I spent thousands of dollars dealing with the IRS, and I am still not certain that the work credit deficit is repaired. They are impossible to deal with. 

I contacted the state of Florida veterans assistance office, and they referred me to Senator Rubio’s office. There has been no progress, no developments, on my case for the past six months. They say that they are awaiting a response from the IRS. 

Can you please refer my case to somebody who can fix this problem for me? I have lost more than $120,000 in SSDI benefits that should have rightfully been mine, and I see no hope that I will receive SSDI before I die. My health is not good, the VA assures me that I can have a stroke at literally any time. 

I wish to get this SSDI problem fixed before I die, so that my wife can have some income after I pass.

Thank you very much. 

I thank you for turning our Republic around. You are the best president in American history, and I am delighted that I voted for you. 

If I can be of assistance to you in any fashion, please command me. My oath of service has no expiration date. 

Rangers Lead the Way, and De Oppresso Liber. 

May Almighty God protect you and your family as you save the Republic. 

Sincerely yours,  





Stephen G. Trujillo
CPT, INF
SSN REDACTED

REDACTED Avenue
Cocoa Beach FL 32931

REDACTED
Bangkok, Thailand 10320

+1 (347) REDACTED
+66 REDACTED


REDACTED@gmail.com

Facebook Banned Me

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Facebook censors conservative voices. 


This is my rant page at www.fb.com/magickingdomdispatch. I post commentary on conservative news curated from Drudge and Google. As you see, it has a mere 737 likes. This is no mistake. Facebook has the page under a species of shadowban, they limit the reach of my posts, and they ensure that nobody sees my posts unless you specifically subscribe to them. Will you permit Facebook to tell you what you can read?

I ask you to Like the page. Subscribe to its feed. If you do not like it, you can always unsubscribe, or just ignore my posts. My bet, if you are a conservative, is that you will stay and join a very elite audience. We welcome you. 


When Facebook bans free speech like this, we are one step closer to Police State America.

Facebook's methods are transparent They pick us off, piecemeal, as each of us can say, "it sucks to be him, but nobody is bothering me." And we continue to live our lives. One by one, quietly, unnoticed, we are silenced.

Facebook can block me, but they cannot make me shut up about it. I will make their ban stick in their throat to the extent that I legally can.

Scroll down to learn how to file an FTC Complaint. When Facebook can label commentary like this "hate speech," we surrender our right to free speech. As you can see, I hate no one. I do not like criminals, but it is not yet mandatory in America to love criminals. Under no rational standard can this commentary be called hate speech.

This is what happens when Facebook relies upon the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) for its hate speech standards. I ask you to take the time to file a complaint on my behalf. Soon, it will be your turn, and Facebook will block your right to free speech as well.

For those of you who have already been blocked by Facebook censors, file an FTC Complaint every time. Every time. It is the only form of redress that we have, until we are banned from Facebook entirely. Facebook will gradually ban all conservative speech. Do not give them the satisfaction. File complaints! Or lose your right to speak freely. 
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Here is a cleaned up revision of the commentary that got me banned from Facebook:

"I am not surprised that this community, which voted Trump 2:1, is generous with the children of illegal aliens. They are Christians. 

Our laws must be followed. Illegal aliens are criminals. They should do the responsible thing and do whatever will get them straight with the law, just as you or I would do. 

They victimize their own children when they break the law. 

Illegal immigration is not a human right. We should show mercy when possible, but illegal aliens have the option of migrating legally, just like everyone else. Nobody should expect to be rewarded for line cutting. Immigrate legally, or go back to your countries of origin. 

Ankle monitors are a good solution. After a hearing, they should be expelled. What they do with their children, citizens or not, is up to them."



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When Facebook bans us for speaking words like this, it imposes standards that it has no right to impose. It is true that Facebook is a private company, and they can categorize content on their service in any way that they like. They can ban anyone, and they can use any pretext whatsoever to do it. And they do. 

Facebook, like YouTube, like Twitter, is a communications utility. We have laws to regulate communications utilities. It is just a matter of time before Facebook is subject to those laws like every other communications utility in America. In my complaint to the FCC, and my complaint to the FTC, I demanded that Facebook be regulated like a communications utility. 

These companies, these bastions of neoliberal orthodoxy, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, all need to be broken up under antitrust laws. They are controlling too much discourse, and wielding too much unelected power. And they are discriminating against conservatives, suppressing conservative commentary. 

I thank you for your support!

May God bless President Trump, and may God bless the United States of America.



Update

Here is a screen shot of my rebuttal to Facebook. 


And here is Facebook's response, when I tried to submit my rebuttal. 


I then spent an hour looking for a way to file a protest with Facebook. I could not find one. I still have not found a way to file a complaint with Facebook. If you know how to do this, please let me know. Thanks. 

It is long past time for the FCC to regulate Facebook, YouTube and Twitter like communications utilities! No private corporation should be able to censor conservative voices. 

Not in our America. 

Update 2

I filed a complaint with the FTC, the Federal Trade Commission. You can file your own complaint by clicking on the link below. 


Here is the text of the complaint that I filed using the Complaint Assistant. It took about five minutes, including a survey upon the completion of the complaint. 



Here is the FTC's email confirming the receipt of my complaint, assigning it reference number 97134209. 


And that is where this rests, for now. When I hear back from the FTC, I will update this page further. 

If you have ideas to help push this complaint against Facebook further, please post them in the comments below. 

Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing!




The Rosetta Stone of Memories

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With forwards by eminent American writers, this book is certain to twist your mind. If you lack the patience to read the front matter, scan forward to the preface. If you lack the patience to read the preface, scan forward to the narrative, which begins on page 205. This book is different from any other book you ever read. You have my word. 

My second book, The Rosetta Stone of Memories, is now available on Apple iBooks, and only on that platform. It was published on the auspicious date of 11-11-2018, Veteran's Day: my birthday. 

This book is priced at $9.99. I pulled the title from Amazon, as their Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) rendering engine cannot correctly parse the pages. I also pulled the print version from Amazon. 

I also pulled this title from GooglePlay. Not because they did anything wrong. The errors were mine alone. I also pulled it from GoogleBooks. 

Metamorphosis and Revelation are the two books that are included in The Rosetta Stone of Memories. Rather than selling Rosetta Stone as a monstrous book of 490 pages, I am publishing its contents separately as Metamorphosis and Revelation. It only makes sense. 

Rosetta Stone is an organizational mess. I made a bad decision and placed no fewer than 35 literary quotations at the front of the book. 

In Revelation, those quotes are now at the rear of the book, where readers can consult them or ignore them at their whim. Readers will no longer have to scroll past them before they get to the actual book content.

I appreciate every single one of you, my cherished readers! Thank you for reading my work!

Doc T sends. 
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You can find my books on Apple iBooksA Tale of the Grenada Raiders is $14.99.

Here is the link to A Tale of the Grenada Raiders, Metamorphosis, and Revelation, on GooglePlay. They are all priced at $9.99. 

Here is A Tale of the Grenada Raiders in softcover from Amazon at $64.99

Here is A Tale of the Grenada Raiders as a Kindle eBook at $14.99

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