Monday, July 26, 2021


"Your mom is so Berkeley": Techies & Fear Porn arrive at the capital of Free Speech

     I no longer have to travel to the ends of the earth in order to report on the news.  Sadly, the news now reports to me.  I don't even have to get on an airplane.  News is no longer happening in far away places any more.  News is now happening right down the street.  Fear porn has arrived in Berkeley, California.

     Back in the 1960s, Berkeley used to be home of the Free Speech Movement.  People demanding free speech?  That was big news.  And then it wasn't.  Once again, people started believing everything they read in the newspapers.  I had to travel to Iraq or North Korea or Honduras or Uganda or Syria to get a good story.  But now the Big Stories are right back here in Berkeley.
     Back in the day, we all used to make up really funny "Your mom is so Berkeley" jokes.  "Your mom is so Berkeley that when she got arrested for protesting the war on Vietnam, she had to hock her macrame in order to make bail."  That sort of thing.  Boy, things have really changed. 

     Here are some of our latest "Your mom is so Berkeley" jokes -- except that they aren't funny any more.

     "Your mom is so Berkeley that she now works for both FaceBook and Google, lives in a tiny little house below San Pablo Avenue that cost one million dollars two years ago and is so afraid of a virus with a 0.07% death rate that, even after 500 days in forced lock-down, she still wears her face mask to bed every night.

"Your mom is so Berkeley that she only works from home, never leaves her house, has her groceries delivered by Amazon, thinks that Dr. Fasci is a saint and not just a tool of Big Pharma, believes that if getting one Shot will keep her safe, then getting three or five Shots will keep her even safer, and strongly believes that Joe Biden never has a Senior Moment where he misplaces his car keys and the nuclear football.

     "Your mom is so Berkeley that she believes everything she is told on the evening news."

May be an image of 2 people, cat and text that says 'DAY 490: ARE BIG PHARMA AND BIG TECH FINALLY TIRED OF PLAYING CAT-AND-MOUSE MOUSE WITH US? UH; NO.'



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Monday, July 19, 2021


An indigenous ceremony: My totally noisy night in a quiet countryside

     Yes, this is yet another proposed chapter in my future book entitled "2020: My Year of Living Dangerously During the Lock-Down".  It's probably not gonna be a best-seller but I've had fun remembering this very weird year (and a half).  

March 26, 2021:  I am so ready for this!  Another sacred indigenous getting-to-know-nature ceremony starts tomorrow.  What will happen this time?  What will I learn?  What great form of enlightened knowledge will the sacred Mother grant me?  What visions will I see?  I can hardly wait!

March 27, 2021:  A friend picked me up and off we went, into the very heart of California's never-ending Central Valley farmland.  "You are supposed to fast for a day before the ceremony," the shaman told us -- but when we pulled into a roadside gas station near Oakdale, there was a sign saying "Homemade Ice Cream".  I couldn't resist.  Strawberry.  Two scoops.  My bad. 

     At twilight we pulled up in front of an isolated farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere, spread out our sleeping bags and settled in for a wonderful night of visions and dream quests far away from the Big City bustle and roar.  Out in the peace, quiet and fresh earthy smells of a farmland countryside?  Not quite.  No idealized pastoral scene here.  Not even close.  That bubble just popped.

     The indigenous ceremony was lovely.  The shaman softly played drums and sang healing chants with kindness and grace, strongly empowering us with ancient indigenous ways.  About 30 of us then settled peacefully back into the oncoming quiet of nighttime under quiet stars and a silent full moon.


     Turns out that our ritualized slumber party was being staged right next to a rather large dog kennel -- right on the other side of the fence next to us.  20 feet away.  Big dogs.  Little dogs.  Yapping.  Barking.  Growling.  Howling.  Ferocious, scary, loud.  All.  Night.  Long.  20 feet away.  Crap.

      But wait.  It gets worse.  Right next to the dog kennel was a rather large chicken ranch.  30 feet away.  Apparently chickens never sleep either.  At least the roosters had sense enough to wait until 4:00 am before crowing.  30 feet away.  From me.

     But wait.  There's more.  On the other side of the dog kennel was a rather large goat barn.  Seriously?  And every time the freaking dogs barked or the freaking roosters crowed, the freaking goats would go crazy too.  Ba.  Ba.  Ba.  All.  Night.  Long.  So much for the peaceful countryside.

     But wait.  More cacophony.  On the other side of the farmhouse were train tracks.  A train whistle blew every two hours.  All night long.  And on the highway next to the train tracks, large 18-wheel trucks also roared by -- from twilight to dawn and beyond. 

      Plus the woman next to me got sick and threw up.  Often.  A lot.  And the man two sleeping-bags away had grim nightmares and screamed every few hours.  People ate, sang, laughed, cried and got up to pee and poop -- which then set the animal farm off even more.  All night long.

     The sacred Mother did not visit me at all this night.  I think that she was too scared.  Can you blame her?  And I got no sleep as well.  So much for the quiet country life.

March 28, 2021:  We drove home on an early Sunday morning, only stopping in Pleasanton to buy coffee at Peets and Fritos at Safeway. 

March 31, 2021:  I guess that, upon reflection, I did learn something important during my trip to the Central Valley after all.  "Expect the unexpected.  Life never goes the way that we want it to go.  Be prepared to learn from the bad as well as the good."  And next time you visit the countryside, bring earplugs.


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Saturday, July 10, 2021


And speaking of censorship, Blogger has just banned my article on censorship!   I had to move it to Word Press.  You can see it here:

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Smoking gun just in:  Dr. Martin stated that the SARS virus was actually patented in the United States many years ago.  Shocker!


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Thursday, July 01, 2021


Syria, Palestine & America: Are there worse things than death?

     Do you look forward to dying?  Almost nobody does.  Here in America they call it "passing away".  That's just chicken-shite.  Death is death.  You pass a math test.  You pass cars on the freeway.  But when you die, you are dead.

     Palestinians know this.  They've watched so many people die that they even have a name for it.  "Genocide."  And yet, even after 75 long miserable years, they still keep on dying rather than submit to a brutal occupation.  Why?  Because for them, death is better than living in chains.

     And the same thing is true of Syrians.  Thousands upon thousands of them have died heroically in order to save their country from brutal invaders.  No one there wants to spend their days living in just another Gaza.  They don't want to live in chains either.

    And now let's discuss the plight of Americans -- Americans who are neither being tortured, napalmed, imprisoned or starved.  And yet Americans are so afraid of dying that they actually voluntarily chain themselves up.

     After almost 500 days of living in terror of a virus with a 0.07% kill rate and six different effective cures, one would think that Americans would be sick and tired of being enslaved by their own petty fears.  But no.

     Ask yourself, "Why are Americans so afraid of dying -- even when they aren't even in any danger?"  I have no reasonable answer to that question.  Do you?


Almost everything we need to know about COV$D is contained in these videos now posted on Big Gee's Blog.  And guess what?  You won't find any of these videos on Google.  No big surprise there.  Censorship is rampant on the Web.   Sigh.

And here's a moving video statement regarding COV$D by an Australian aborigine master painter:

And last but not least, here's me singing an improvisational rap song on my 79th birthday. Go, me!


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