The Biggest Game of Chicken in History
I brewed myself a cup of coffee this morning, paused, and thought “we are in the biggest game of chicken of our entire lives, in the history of mankind itself, and this needs to end now!” Fear is propelling this insanity and the globalist-narcissistic-billionaires are lapping up every drop of it with glee. The reality is, we are driving toward a head-on collision with the monsters themselves, and they are eagerly awaiting to see if we are going to call their bluff. As I watch the world spin and observe people in a state of panic for fear that they will take us all out by unleashing smallpox or some deadly bioweapon, I ponder the plausibility, while not fearing it. It’s the same players and same playbook over and over again from HIV to Anthrax, H1N1 to Zika and Covid, now the wild threat of Smallpox being used as a…
Observations from A 5,000 Mile Road Trip
On September 23rd I set out on a road trip with my family, not just to unplug from reality for a bit, but to have an adventure and explore some places we’ve never been before. Of course, I knew that this long-desired adventure would entail making observations through a totally different lens than I would have five years ago, or even 2 years ago. We rented a 26’ RV since there were four of us, along with my dog. We wanted to have the comfort while being on the road, and the space to spread out. I had high hopes of writing my thoughts while traveling, but the sheer bumpiness of the ride quickly diminished that hope. Instead, I made mental notes in my mind, and shot many photos along the way. My poor dog was in a state of shock at first, with all of the rattling noises and…
America’s Multiple Personality Disorder
For those wondering, I do not have a college degree, by choice. I did accumulate over 100 credit hours just for fun. I never saw the point in investing one’s time, energy, and money in learning things I either cared nothing about or knew was a bunch of bull. Many of the courses I enjoyed were art-related, but there was one subject that always intrigued me – human behavior and psychology. I’ll never forget standing in front of the podium and giving a speech on the report I did on multiple personality disorder. Being in the spotlight was never my thing, so remembering the sheer terror that ran through me is hard to forget. I remember the beginning, the ending, and the A+, but everything in between is a bit fuzzy because I was so focussed on breathing. Looking back, that report could have been written about all of America…
Remove The Dark Lenses and Let in Some Light
I find it intriguing how some folks automatically see through a set of dark lenses, as if their entire existence depends on them finding the negative in everything. It’s almost as though they are in competition to spot more evil than everyone else. Someone could share a funny story, a photo of their dog, or a beautiful tale of their adventure through nature, and the dark lenses will instantly transpose it into some dystopian feature film, as though there is absolutely no good in this world and you’re not allowed to be joyous. Are they a glass half empty kind of person or did they go so far down the rabbit hole they lost site of humanity all together? Has love, laughter, and compassion been programmed out of them? How can one begin to move forward, to transcend the evil that does surround us, and co-create with others to build…
What The Plandemic Can Do For Our Evolution
By James Fitzgerald I was never labelled as a conspiracy theorist because my position as a newspaper editor gave me license to call out the consensus reality — and my stock market advice always made people money, which gave my other musings credence. That said, I am no longer a conspiracy theorist because the people in the stores with plastic bags over their heads and the ones jogging in the countryside wearing formaldehyde and Teflon-infused surgical masks have superseded me in the crackpot stakes. This plandemic saved my life. I had been commuting 60 miles a day; getting up at 4am and returning home at 10pm. When you’ve sat on a cramped and stuffy coach for three hours in heavy traffic for the second time that day, after a long spell in an office, you start to entertain notions of spontaneous Ascension or becoming a dry-stone waller. After the first…
