Indelible in the Hippocampus; Writings from the #metoo Movement

The title of the #metoo book is taken from Christine Blasey-Ford’s memory of the boys laughing as they tumbled her onto the bed and tried to take her clothes off. Her story sounded plausible to me when she testified, entirely teenage behavior in the ’80s, post-sexual revolution when women were supposed to be as extractive of sex as men, as avid, as careless, anticipating no harm. If she’d had a couple of witnesses, or friends, evidence, I would have believed her. Without, it just sounded plausible. And clearly, given the conviction that Bret Kavanaugh would prove another nail in the coffin of abortion on demand, her motives were suspect. I called it a draw, a shrug, the incident plausible, even familiar, the evidence absent.

But the phrase she used, “indelible in the hippocampus”, was damned catchy and serves as a perfect title for a collection of poems, short stories, “creative non-fiction” and generalized reports of sexual abuse of one’s self, friends or cousins.

Fully one-third of college students report being sexually harassed. Struck by that stat, I wanted to know more. This book, out of McSweeney’s, claims to be representative, so I read it. But if the essays in the Hippocampus are representative, we have defined abuse down to reports about friends’ experiences, imaginings of being a predated slave woman more than a century ago or a free black in the South half a century ago, being transsexual and being harassed by some barely sentient hick, feeling vulnerable on the streets, getting into sticky situations while blind drunk, being 12 and hanging around an unsupervised house full of teenaged boys, etc.

Takeaway? It’s not that bad. Not anymore. Cutting out being a slave or a free black woman in the South decades ago, almost every incident could have been avoided with a little common sense. But, say these young women, the world should be safe, it should be ok, to look sexually available and not have men respond to it. I should be able to get blind drunk at a fraternity party and not wake up with someone on top of me. No one should be able to insult me with impunity. I should not feel passive. My bad uncle should not paw at me at family parties. I should not be stalked. I should not feel vulnerable in my house alone. And so on. Yes, you should be that safe, and I hope you make the world that safe for your daughters and granddaughters.

I’m cutting out here the very real harassment suffered by working women in glamorous professions in the 80s-2000s. The closer you got to power in NY, LA, London, DC, etc., the worse it became, the more men took advantage, the more likely you would run into a monster. But this is not the experience of the writers in Hippocampus, their experiences are by comparison, creepy and nasty rather than criminal, requiring behavioral change, not jail.

Note: when Christianity was embedded in every family and community, women were safer, they were not seen as wholely sexual objects. Campuses were not free-for-all sexual buffets, nor were the streets a gauntlet of crude remarks and stalking. So there’s that. We, in western democracies, are experiencing the aftermath of the overthrow of the most effective moral system the world has yet created. Don’t call up Margaret Atwood, what you call “the patriarchy” will never come back, narcissism is just too seductive. Until you find you’ve given away your power to a fiction.

No HRH but a Leap of Faith

I wish them both well. Most people I know would like to see them permanently humiliated, but it is the nature of every generation to flout convention, try something new, and just maybe, succeed.

Here’s the reason, the only reason they gave, in Prince Harry’s voice today

“But the media is a powerful force.”

Harry mentioned once finding his wife sitting on the end of the bed, weeping over some cruelty or another. Little wonder he was re-experiencing his mother’s life. The couple was hounded, their privacy invaded, the criticism brutal. If Harry was used to it, Meagan was not. And why should she be? The necessary hardening leaves one slightly less than human. And from there, you lose a piece of your soul.

So what if they are young and beautiful and very rich and very connected. Let them live it out.

Now they can retreat when they need to, pull up the drawbridge, give access only to those they trust. And maybe they will create something wonderful. Enough with the malice people.

Snakes and Ladders in the Housing Market

The Daily Mail reports that half of Manhattan’s luxury apartments are going begging as commie oligarchs realize the world is changing and not in their direction. In Vancouver, house prices have dropped 16% as taxes on foreign ownership skyrocketed. As in all the mega-cities, low-income housing is at a critical shortage and no one knows how to fix it. Hence, in the richest city in the world, Los Angeles, there are a hundred thousand homeless, most mad or driven so, by the imbalance our moral superiors have decreed is AOK with them. Libertarian seems to be the only meeting point between right and left, and that’s not working out. You cannot let the global market decide when it’s rigged. All those high-end apartments are being bought by men and women who are dragging their money out of Russians who are serfs for yet another set of oppressors, broken Chinese working in slave conditions and near dead Africans whose aid has been shunted off into the oligarchical heavens of Zurich and Manhattan and Vancouver. In B.C. we are a place for ‘safe money’, in case the Chinese or Russians or Nigerians or Ugandans decide to rise up and murder their oppressors, so they buy a $5 or $50 million dollar house, stash a student cousin in it to hold down their palatial bolt hole.

You cannot let the global market decide when it’s rigged.

The rich are a new kind of nasty bunch these days, and because they all have “foundations”, we are supposed to worship them. More on commodifying the poor, when I can stand to think about it.

Bullshit

I am never ever going to write about global warming which is bullshit and is not happening. I am just going to publish this chart every time there is new propaganda like this week’s report from NOAA and NASA, screaming that this past decade is the warmest in living history. Yeah, by a few hundredths of a percent since the Little Ice Age. And frankly, I even doubt that.

The Limitless Future of the Duchess of Woke

While the self-nominated gatekeepers of the culture have been going at Meagan Markle as if she were an ice sculpture they could reduce to chips and hose into the drains, others are thinking, and I am one of them, “Wow”. Who stands up to the Windsors and lives to tell the tale? Practically no one. An old friend of mine, the foreign editor of the Mirror, and at the time, Robert Maxwell’s right-hand man, said to me “Of course they had Diana killed.” As if anyone with a brain cell wouldn’t know that.

If you’ve hung around the royal family as I have, the pulsations of power are unmistakable, and as in Stalin’s Russia, every glance and gesture of every courtier is remarked and filed away for later. The Windsors are used to power, and no one wields it better. I would put money on MI6 killing Jeffrey Epstein, the act has all the marks of 007. They got permission from the CIA or whoever, arranged the digital tape destruction, the absence of the guards, broke the sleazeball’s neck and were on the next plane home to wherever jackals live.

So far Meagan has slipped the noose, though the naval frigate parked one-quarter mile out from her current house would make me nervous.

Anyway, she did and she is going to be so rich, so powerful, we will be writing about her for the next forty years. Hollywood experts think Markle will choose a more pro-social, “infotainment” production path “rais(ing) money and mak(ing) movies that are about issues that are important to her.”

PR veteran Howard Bragman, predicted today in the Hollywood Reporter, that the couple, in bringing to the table, fame, and intrigue that is “probably unparalleled at the moment,” they could spark a bidding war among streamers or networks. “They could make hundreds of millions of dollars.”

I have read that they could make $500 million in the first year. After which, look out Apple, Gwyneth, Oprah, and weird muscley penis guy who owns Amazon.

Their future is limitless. Harry has a sustainable travel company in the works, called Travelyst. Meagan is doing a voice-over for Disney, and Harry is producing a series on “mental health” with Oprah. While Meagan waits for Harry to return with their exit package, Meagan is visiting some of the most radical groups out here in B.C., which, by the way, is all radical all the time.

My sweet sweet, (highly educated and accomplished) cousin thinks they are a fabulous couple and that “they are wise to get out of that rigid/stifling environment and get on with their real lives if they really intend to do good work and actually make a difference beyond the entertainment value of royalty.” She also thinks the criticism of Meghan is horrific and that I am right to call it hatred. (I like to have my feelings affirmed.) I think a lot of people do think they are brave and wise, though none of them are employed by the media. There are, after all, countless European royals doing their own thing, with and without titles, working for money.

Just so long as she doesn’t run for President. Because trust me, she’s thinking of it.

The Duchess of Woke finds a Home

Apparently our Premier (socialist) in B.C. is all aflutter about the possible settling of the Sussexes in our jurisdiction, which, by the way, is the greenest, most rainbowy, wokest in the whole of the Commonwealth, if not the world. The two major cities have gay green Mayors and councilors and our riding (and the Sussexes) is represented by the head of the Green party federally, and the Green party provincially. I personally think it would be super-great for us because their presence will kick up the glamour factor by quite a lot and I am shallow enough to enjoy glamour. And hey, with all that focus, maybe there would arrive some rationality and greens would stop burning down the forests with their crazy ideas about how to maintain biodiversity. One can hope.

With regard to a complaint from a reader on Facebook that I was super-mean yesterday, you should see, Sir, the musings of my English friends who would like to see her stuffed into a wood-chipper. Tomorrow would be too late.

What drove the Duchess out of England?

Was MM driven out by racism? Envy? A lot of media, especially from the red tops, as they call the shrieking tabs in England, is based in envy. A youngish woman B+ actress/blogress grabs a Prince, the darling of all, spends $1 million on clothes, $5 million on renovations, has a mega-wedding costing $30 million, then proceeds to tell the country how to live, including overturning the university curriculum supplanting some of it with voices of color, promoting activist women of color on the cover of Vogue, nagging about climate change while flying private, promoting a cookbook by women who belong to a jihadi mosque. Also, she bravely associates with powerful women of colour like Serena Williams or Oprah or Amal Clooney who, I promise you, have a distinctly different view of the royal family than the average punter. Oppressor would just about cover it. This while they throw her a $500,000 baby shower.

I vote for woke over racism. If MM hadn’t decided to insult half the population of Britain who don’t “believe” in climate change and who are dealing with fallout crime from unrestrained immigration, and who despite the failings of their culture want to keep it, she’d have had the usual vicious hazing, and then the redtops would get bored and move on.

Nooooo. She has a “platform”. She wants to do good, highlight her favorite ideas and people. Show us just how terrible we are, how much better we could live, how much we have to learn. From her. Does anyone wish her luck? I wish she would just go away. That’s not going to happen, so I expect the shaming and viciousness to continue.

An extensive survey of American political opinion published last year by a nonprofit called More in Common found that a large majority of every group, including black Americans, thought “political correctness” was a problem. The only exception was a group identified as “progressive activists”—just 8 percent of the population. They are, to man, woman or hysterical teen, well-educated, well-heeled and they live in a bubble of self-affirmation like MM. Those 8% are MM’s natural audience. They are her only audience. The rest of us are just thoroughly annoyed.

Why are we annoyed? We blame the conflict in our public life on wokeness like MM. According to the Atlantic, “other polls found that white progressives were readier to blame racism for the problems of minority groups than black Americans were. The new progressivism was a limited, mainly elite phenomenon.”

The future of the Duchess of Woke looks mightily grim.

World On Fire

I found myself trolling the Instagram accounts of the Royal Cambridges and Sussexes this weekend. My first staff job as a journalist was stalking Princess Diana and the habit dies hard.  Plus I am appreciative of the power of a pretty royal so I want to know their concerns.  And of course, both couples have announced themselves as Guardians of the Environment, bless their hearts, and this weekend, the fires in New South Wales were on their collective “mind”.

Climate Change they scolded, implicitly demanding that we commoners do less, travel less, drive less, this from people with fleets of Range Rovers, planes and eleven Palaces at their command. 

So I commented, nope, wrong, bad stewardship resulting from bad green regulation.  This tragedy lies at the door of the environmental movement and its supporters. And braced myself.

But instead of the expected roar from climatistas and extinctionettes, I found myself heartily agreed with by Australians, who, no longer passive, are furious at the destruction of their bush by said regulation, which, chapter and verse, they can cite, all of which has led up to the worst conflagration suffered by the globe in many decades.

Ok, there were a few spouting party line. Unprecedented drought of five years! Climate Change.  So Willis Eschenbach of Watts Up With That went into Australia’s drought record and found that in fact, their annual rainfall, even when located to the fire zone, was wetter than it had been for sixty years.

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Poisoner-in-Chief

Yesterday and wonderfully friends expressed concern for my well-being after my publishing a blog post about my mother’s persecution at the hands of Dr. Evil.

We’ve known what happened to her since the ’80s, and the story of MKUltra and psychiatric experimentation on the vulnerable has had considerable exposure, albeit mostly in the world of the clinically paranoid. Nevertheless, there is solid documentation available. Recently, the Guardian, Politico, Publishers Weekly, NPR, etc have reported on MKUltra, and a new book, Poisoner-in-Chief has unearthed more data on what happened and who was destroyed by it. Why is it gaining attention now? I think because our increasing awareness of the permanent deep state has cleared the way for the awareness of its most malignant program: government inflicting unnecessary anguish on its weakest citizens.

I’ve signed onto a direct action against the University, the Hospital and the federal government under whose umbrella and funding the experiments took place. It may be that the defendants are willing to put the whole nasty thing behind them. Don’t blame them – I sure as hell would think twice about going to a University with this history and I certainly wouldn’t leave it any money.

However, if you read into the journals, medical researchers are still calling these brutalities a “Golden Age” of innovation. The men who tortured orphaned children, prisoners and the mentally disabled, as well as accomplished women in their prime, are still respected and their work is still embedded in the mental health system. Ewan Cameron’ techniques were widely adopted all over the world, and deep into the 90s, he was still being praised as an innovator.

Early on in his career, Cameron was associated with Linus Pauling and Dr. Abram Hoffer, the head of Psychiatry for a Canadian province. Dr. Hoffer experimented with LSD on the mentally ill, but after discovering what Cameron did with Hoffer’s research, quit the profession, moved to Vancouver Island and began healing the mentally ill with nutritional supplements. Hoffer found in case after case after case, schizophrenia could be cured, that’s right, cured using Niacin, one of the cheapest B vitamins around. Two members of my extended family were treated by Hoffer, and in both cases, their illness vanished. Entirely. That his work isn’t front and center in every single hospital and treatment center is evidence of the enduring power of man’s brutality to man.

I am not weakened by looking at what happened to my mother. She healed herself using nutrition and exercise and sheer confoundedness. She was not schizophrenic. She was diagnosed as such for the sake of the evil men who thought up this entire program. I think we lost about 30% of her to Cameron’s cruelty and ambition, as well as the boundless stupidity and evil of the bureaucrats that funded him. But around the age of 40, nearly all the stories I was given by editors centered around false imprisonment and torture. I am an empath as are most children of damaged parents, so I got to feel every interviewees emotion. It grew me the fuck up and taught me that my fear is nothing compared to the good I can do by looking evil in the face and reporting on it. I don’t coddle my child self because of this, I take care of her, buy her some presents, and then I leave and I fight.