Talking to Deltas about Liberty Part 2   Leave a comment

The request came in by e-mail around 2 in the afternoon.
It was from a previous customer, and she had urgent business..
I quote her message here verbatim (if I had to put up with it, so should you):

“You did me ethics propsal for me I need propsal got approved pls can you will write me paper?”

I’ve gotten pretty good at interpreting this kind of correspondence. The client had attached a document
from her professor with details about the paper. She needed the first section in a week. Seventy-five pages.

I told her no problem.

It truly was no problem. In the past year, I’ve written roughly 5,000 pages of scholarly literature,
most on very tight deadlines. But you won’t find my name on a single paper.

I’ve written toward a master’s degree in cognitive psychology, a Ph.D. in sociology,
and a handful of postgraduate credits in international diplomacy…

… You would be amazed by the incompetence of your student’s writing. I have seen the word “desperate”
misspelled every way you can imagine. And these students truly are desperate.
They couldn’t write a convincing grocery list …

… yet they are in graduate school.”

— “Ed Dante”
The Shadow Scholar
( )

I find it rather hard to credit that someone could be in Graduate School, yet so illiterate she can’t write at a Grade 2 level.

Especially considering my own experience in that immiserating Hellhole: Frequently up till 2 or 3 in the morning for days on end toiling over a typewriter with a bucket of white-out: This was long before the days of “Word” or even “WordPerfect”. For 6 agonizing years (don’t ask) I normally poured out “blood, toil, tears and sweat” on term papers, not to mention all the rest of the useless rubbish, only to have them returned with a with a “C” … or a “D” … or even an “F”… Sometimes they would come back with a “B+”; I felt like a little kid in kindergarten awarded a sticker!

But I never got an “A” for any written work that I can recall, not so much as an “A-”.

As I got a bit of experience in University, I wanted to believe, I dared to think, that I could kinda… “get a feel”? For what the mark was going to be ? …

But honestly? Every time, pretty much, it was a crapshoot. No guarantees. “Ya pays yer money and ya takes yer chances!” was the faculty’s attitude. Which was nerve-wracking in the extreme because I needed an overall B- average to graduate. Thus another thing I wonder: How Mr. Dante could write scholarly papers on a graduate level for functional illiterates like that aforementioned poor soul and be assured of a better track-record than mine? Anything I ever handed in — from about Grade 6 on, even the failures, was light-years better than his client’s note — But I graduated only by the skin of my teeth and “Uncle Fester” (the Department Chairman) giving me the grades to get me out of there…

Then again.. I look around me and I don’t wonder, quite so much… It’s 35 years since I was in College, and the remorseless dumbing down foisted on all of us courtesy of the Academy and the Media, continues its relentless deadly work. Nearly 100 years later Herr Doktor Spengler would appear to be vindicated.(1)

Hey: I call it as I see it.


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Meanwhile regarding Mr. Borowitz I posted back to Diapnosophes:

“This is so goofy and so wrong on so many levels! Please understand: “There are no political solutions to the problems the US is facing. The outcome of this election is meaningless one way or another.”(2) As for the Educational “System”? It is doing precisely what it was designed to do: Churning out an endless stream of Walking Dead who are incapable of initiative or independent thinking. Learn about John Taylor Gatto and Ivan Illich and what you were a part of.”

Had a brief e-mail interchange with him via Facebook and what I got from him in recollection — his original e-mail is long gone — was blank incomprehension at what I was trying to tell him, asking me to the effect that “if politics can’t solve America’s problems what would you recommend?”(3)

Then he unfriended me.

As to learning about John Taylor Gatto or Ivan Illich, Diapnosophes, I regrettably imagine, would be unlikely to do anything so constructive, after having like me wasted his foundational years in the cesspool of incompetence that was our university’s music department, then going on to a, um.. “career”.. in one of Canada’s provincial public education gulags. I on the other hand was kicked out of the education stream by the menstruous schoolmarm in charge of it, Mrs. Cloaca Maxima; went in for the course selection interview for third year; without a word of warning to me she then sent a note to the Department Chairman (Not Uncle Fester: He in the meantime had had his nuts unceremoniously handed to him on a platter for his sexual peccadillos) stating she couldn’t recommend me to the education program “due to my temperament and personality” — just as if she had any right or business doing any such thing — and this mind you, on 5 minutes acquaintance. Never spoke to her before, never saw her ever again. Think it was because I contradicted her when she said “you’ll of course be going into the band stream” and I said “No, I want to do classroom music.”(4)

Thus I wound up in the “Honors, music performance program.” I didn’t fight it, all I wanted to do was get the Hell out of there.


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The crowning outrage for me 35 years on, is if I too obviously identify that university or any of the faculty thereof I could be the target of any number of lawsuits; never mind their studied indifference for their student’s welfare or putative futures, their complete neglect in talking about anything important, the utterly mind-numbing excoriating waste of time, of all of it.

Not to mention the money squandered in tuition fees and textbooks I haven’t opened since.

What did any of that fatuous, agonizing, multi-year hazing ritual have to do with playing oboe in a symphony orchestra?

What did any of it, have to do with anything? Damned if I know.

But you have to do it if you want to get anywhere in life, and you’d better be good at it, and be willing to waste years in it: Sometimes well over a decade after high school.

I alas, was not good at it.

We now have children of 35 — you who are reading this know this as well as I do — who are still in school, studying God Knows What, having never done a lick of productive work their entire lives, and likely burdened with a crushing student loan debt they have no chance of ever repaying and they can’t declare bankruptcy on.

And frequently getting someone like Ed Dante to help them with it.


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Somehow, against all odds, I managed to score a professional gig. Nothing stellar, it was one of the Canadian Forces military bands. I emphatically didn’t want it, all I wanted to do with music by then was quit, but my parents pressured me into applying for it, and it all unfolded with the grim inevitability of a Greek Tragedy.

Within a week of my arrival at that band, the local symphony called to see if we had a decent oboist; off I went to play 2nd oboe in Richard Strauss’s Der Rosenkavalier.. First time I’d ever encountered that particular work of Richard Strauss.

To be brutally honest it was the first time I’d ever heard of it.

They left me gasping in the dust. My time working towards a Bachelor of Music (Performance) Degree from one of Canada’s allegedly best universities and it left me no better prepared for real musical work than that: 35+ years later as I approach 60 I often wonder if I’d have been better off spending the money and time I wasted in University on recordings and scores and teaching myself.

I can’t see how I could have done any worse.


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I lasted in that Kafkaesque band an astounding three years: Some Christ-Awful mistakes on my part at the beginning — because I wanted to be in the military about like I’d want to be consigned to a hospital for the criminally insane — and a relentless whisper campaign by an alcoholic and embittered Master Warrant Officer eventually took its toll and I was fired, on fabricated charges on about the lowest honourable release category they could get away with; fired by a imbecile of a commanding officer who couldn’t conduct 4/4 time on a bet. In fairness to those abominable thugs, I hadn’t a clue, at least not in the beginning, what it was, to be a professional musician. But right along with my undergrad’s faculty, along with my own, the mind-numbing incompetence of these people was not merely surreal, it was sublime.

After the Army was finished with me I was a basket case. I knew I was in rough shape, but just how rough, I only divined when I attempted the Royal Conservatory of Music’s Orchestral Training Program(5): I had a nervous breakdown and for 15 years, I could not bear to listen to music.

Such are the benefits of a Liberal Arts education.


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So what does this sad little fugue have to do with Andy Borowitz’ micro-rant, Ed Dante’s charitable work, and the elevation of Citizen Trump to the Presidency? Good question. But I actually think (and hope I’m beginning to demonstrate) that in the aggregate — and south of the border — it has plenty to do with it, and it is certainly not due to the alleged ignorance of the people who voted for him. I think it has far more to do with a system that consistently selects for incompetence in authority and the consequent failure of all our institutions, not just the academy. A system, I must add on re-reading my post, that no longer even pretends to serve us. My experiences in university and the military were and are by no means singular; I know of one individual who committed suicide thanks to the abusive idiots. That charming video at the beginning of my post, Ed Dante’s story, that tryptich of photos, are the cumulative results of what was my experience 35 years earlier.

The personal qualities, the self-management skills, the focus, that you need to be a successful musician, would be pure gold in any field. Did my professors ever talk about any of that? Hell, no. Did they speak relentlessly and length, how important it was to know the orchestral and operatic repertoire inside and out, how hard you had to work, how good you had to be, just to do an audition, never mind get the job? Hell no. Did they ever mention things like “it is rarely too melodramatic to say that your destiny hangs on the impression you make”?(6) or: “So much depends upon reputation. Guard it with your life.”?(7)

… Hell no …

No, none of that, from them: My time in university was largely spent in writing imitations of, and writing about, and analyzing, 16th-century counterpoint… or stuff about as germane…

… Truly relevant, useful and important stuff, 16th-century counterpoint …

Right to the bitter end, I did my best to believe I was getting something of value for the investment of my time and money. I wasn’t. Like so many others, I was sold a worthless bill of goods. This summer over a jug of draft with a cousin I finally did with my degree what I’ve wanted to do with it for decades:

Tore it up and tossed it in recycling.

More to come.


1. Oswald Spengler: The Decline of the West. First volume published in 1918.

2. “Waiting for Clarity on the Brink of Oblivion”: Read it. Now.
( ).

3. “The Survivalist” is a place to start. There are lots of others, and lots of books. Do your own thinking and research.
( )

4. Cloaca had a reputation in the department for being “a bitch of the first degree”… About the only flavour schoolmarms come in, on reflection…

5. Alas, long consigned to the trashbin of history. The one I was in was the third to last I think.

6. A quote from Barbara Walters.

7. Robert Greene: The 48 Laws of Power. Law #5.

Posted March 31, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Talking To Deltas about Liberty   Leave a comment

Because our world is not the same as Othello’s world. You can’t make flivvers without steel —
and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now.
People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get.
They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death;
they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers;
they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about;
they’re so conditioned that they practically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave.
And if anything should go wrong, there’s Soma…

Which you go and chuck out of the window in the name of liberty, Mr. Savage. Liberty!
He laughed. “Expecting Deltas to know what liberty is!
And now expecting them to understand Othello! My good boy!

— “Mustapha Mond”
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

I should know better than to go on Facebook.

Only and unwillingly rejoined it to reach some Veteran’s support groups I’ve yet to contact. But some months back during the American Election I found this stinking piece of excremental drivel authored by one Andy Borowitz posted by a friend thereon whom I shall call “Diapnosophes.”


I’ll talk about Diapnosophes later. Meanwhile further perusals on Facebook and I found the following three items — among far too many others.


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An individual whom I’ll call “Diana” since that’s her name and it’s now months ago and likely she’s forgotten all about it, posted the following sublime consideration:


As Screwtape might have written to her:

“My dear.. My very dear, Diana… my poppet, my pigsnie…

Google ‘Hillary Clinton War Crimes’

Google ‘Murders Connected Clintons’

Hillary’s entire political career has been spent as a henchthingy for the Bush Family Crime Syndicate, who — among many other things — were instrumental in bringing Hitler to power and doing everything they could to keep him there; participated in the murders of John and Robert Kennedy — I have my suspicions about Martin Luther King (and come to think of it, John Lennon) — brought us 9/11, Al-Qaeda and ISIS; Hillary herself despises most of “Flyover America” (and if we were Americans, my darling, “Flyover America” would likely include me and you); as Secretary of State (the Presstitutes don’t talk about this much) pushed Russia to the brink of a nuclear exchange, said of the murder of Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi “We came, we saw, he died” — no-one deserves to die, the way Gaddafi did  — and was responsible for initiating a series of wars which benefited the average American not at all never mind the miserable wretches on the receiving end, consequently producing the worst refugee crisis since The Second World War.

Let’s not even talk about the Vietnam War, which you are possibly far too young to remember…

Notice that little girl in the middle? What many commentators neglected to mention,
is when this photo was taken, her back was covered in burning napalm.
Bought and paid for by the monsters who employ Hillary — but who detest Donald Trump.
Multiply this atrocity quite a few million times since 1972?
Could have something to do with why America is held in such low regard in the world.


These factoids and a whole bunch more should take you at most half an hour on Google to find. With my minimal skills took me about 10 minutes. They are documented. But that doesn’t matter to you, having uttered on Facebook your ill-considered whine: Donald Trump used indiscrete locker room language in front of a live microphone. Shameful. Absolutely disgraceful.

Granted Donald is by all accounts a bumptious oaf. But unlike him, Hillary really is a war criminal, a murderess, and a collaborator. Don’t believe me? The above photograph not enough? Have a look at what Julian Assange, John Pilger or Dr. Paul Craig Roberts among many others have to say about her.

Or have a look at the books The Unauthorized Biography of George Bush by Anton Chaitkin and Webster Tarpley or Primary Colors by “Anonymous” (AKA Joe Klein).

We look forward to her penultimate arrival here below.

Your Affectionate Uncle,

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Here’s another beauty on Facebook from some individual evidently suffering a melanin over-sufficiency whom I’ll name “Raina” because her real first name on Facebook makes her too easy to find:


An interesting list of factoids…  And yet me doubt me, and they add up to any kind of argument. It’s apparently what goes for left-wing thinking these days: “All white-skinned peoples except leftists, including apparently victimized women, are racist by definition.  Racism and victimization are the explanations of everything, all of history, all institutions, even the US Constitution.”

( )

What we have here isn’t “failure to communicate.” What we have here is remarkably muddy, and yes, bigoted, thinking. The kind of muddy and bigoted thinking that brought Canada back in the day, the FLQ crisis and the murder of Pierre Laporte…

… Come to think of it.. a few years before that, Nazi Germany and  the Holocaust…

And yes, the “Strange Fruit” alluded to by Billie Holiday. Two wrongs don’t make a right, Raina.

That said…

●  “Susan B Anthony was a racist”? Um… Raina? Susan B. Anthony was remarkably progressive — for her day. But that was well over 100 years ago. She died in 1906.  Hard to imagine someone of that time not being a racist, or at least a bit of a bigot. Learn how Irish immigrants were mistreated when they began coming over back in the 1840s and ’50s: They were white, sho’ nuff. But they were also Catholic…

● “White Women versus Black Women in the ‘50s?” um.. Raina, some more? That’s still, nearly 60 years ago.

● “Birth control was made available through unethical experimentation on Puerto Rican woman?” Well, that’s nasty. I didn’t know anything about this. But compare it to First Nations being sold small-pox infested blankets. And still.. what’s it got to do with anything else on this list? Puerto Ricans are Hispanic, thus, white..

● “Do not forget that many of your beloved white feminist scholars are TERFS”..

… What’s a “ TERF ”? …

It’s  a…


(… drumroll …)


(… wait for it…)

“Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist.”


… In other words a sub-set of Radical Feminists… who have issues about transexualism …

Gee whiz. The nasty intolerant bitches. They have issues with transexualism. Can you imagine?

Actually yes I could. I like to think I’m a pretty broad-minded kinda guy. But I draw the line long before this. In fact, let’s cut the crap, right now: Transsexuals are very, very, VERY sick people, who want to — or have had — their bodies grossly mutilated in a grotesque parody of the opposite sex. To my mind their sudden appearance is symptomatic of a culture in terminal decline. I’ll be damned, quite honestly, if I’ll be tolerant of this rubbish, and I quite understand why any number of women also would take issue with it. Let alone share a washroom with these sickos.

… While we’re on the subject … Why are transsexuals consistently lumped in with gays and lesbians? Something wrong here. But in any event, I digress: What have transsexual issues got to do with racism?

● “The majority of white women voted for Trump”? Um, even more? … First of all, America is famous for low voter turnout, I suspect because most Americans know it’s a waste of time.  But of the American women who voted, while 43% of black women voted for Donald Trump — an astonishing percentage on the face of it — of the white women within that group, 53% voted for Donald Trump.* Scarcely majority of white women in America.

● “If you want to be an ally the first thing is to never forget.” Yes, Raina, you’re right: The black experience in America has been appalling. But the First Nations’ experience makes it look like a picnic.  You’re evidently unaware how some African tribes through the 17th — 19th centuries sold captured members of other African tribes into slavery in the first place. Black-on-black, not white-on-black, atrocities. Have a gander at what happened fairly recently in Rwanda. Hutu men raping Tutsi women and then hacking off their hands and/or breasts. Abominable isn’t it? But again: black-on-black, not white-on-black, atrocities. Read about the 30 Years War, or the Irish Potato Famine. Learn about Armenia in 1918. The state-sponsored famine in the Ukraine 1930-32. All white-on-white atrocities. Learn about the Japanese occupation of Manchukuo in the 1930s, or Democratic Kampuchea in the 1970s. Wow. Yellow-on-yellow atrocities. For crying out loud, learn about what the Israelis are doing to the Palestinians! — If any ethnic group should have learned a lesson about compassion, surely it is the Jews! I could go on for pages citing atrocities over the length of recorded history. But Raina, I hope I’ve made my point: It ain’t necessarily “White versus Black”:

It’s what, may God have mercy upon us, what humans beings do to each other; “the iniquity is on us all”, and the only solution is remembering you’re civilized, of restraint, compassion… and of forgiveness…

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The following not exactly masterpiece of intelligent and witty invective was authored by an individual whom I’ll call “Bill”, in case he reads this and recognizes his writing. But like Doug and Bob the Metropolitan Policeman, I won’t give out his last name.


I can hear John Cleese now: “Lord Cheeto of the Orange Anus? Lord Cheeto of the Orange Anus? What kind of talk is this?” It’s not even original. “Cheeto”, apparently Bill got from the fetid twit who wrote that vile smut recently broadcast about being a “Nasty Woman.” “Orange Anus” from that undoubtedly luminous intellect — never watched her show to be honest, only know of her from hearsay — Rosie O’Donnell.

As for his “tendency towards the left”?

Many years ago I too, viewed myself as “left wing”, was working as an Office Temp in Toronto, and doing my best to get a permanent job, in the Ministry of Housing. The Manager really wanted to hire me, she was working hard on it. But Ontario had just elected the New Democrats, the provincial incarnation of Canada’s very own socialist party. They had decided to effect this wonderful initiative in support of homeless and low-income citizens of the Province of Ontario; a lovely new rental housing subsidy program… it had gone through the Legislature, it was all ready to be promulgated.. How to inform the rental and income-challenged of the beneficence of the New Democrats? No money to pay for an advertising campaign… money was tight, Canada was in a deep recession…

… Hey! No problem!

The bastards cut all the contract and temp staff working at the Ministry of Housing, and used the money that would have gone for their salaries and wages, to pay for their advertising campaign…

This was the early 1990s and Canada’s first ever made-in-Canada — and massive — recession. I was one of the employees to be thrown onto the breadlines to pay for that advertising campaign. Shortly thereafter I was on welfare.

And thoroughly disabused of the notion of decency among politicians.

Never forget this, Gentle Readers: Doesn’t matter what a politician says. They’re in it for themselves. Always and only. But as to these three items I’ve reflected on?  In the immortal remark of S’chn T’gai Spock:






The reality about politics, which no-one on Facebook seems to grasp: It’s like that peculiar Japanese theatre, name of which escapes me at the moment, likely couldn’t pronounce it anyway: You’re not watching the actors, as the political drama unfolds. You’re not looking at the puppets, manipulated by the actors, as the political drama unfolds…

You’re watching the shadows, cast on a backlit screen, of the puppets, being manipulated by the actors howling in falsetto as the largely bogus and pre-ordained drama unfolds.

The drama such as it is, was written and edited by entirely different people, many of them long dead, and most of whom we’re unlikely ever to know anything much about; they work very hard at maintaining a low profile.

The other thing, as Fred alluded to: The Roman Empire? Were any of you awake during Grade 10 History and remember the teacher talking about “Bread and Circuses”? Donald Trump is a diversion, little ones.. Nothing more. If you take any of it seriously, you are being bamboozled and manipulated to within an inch of your life. Meanwhile there are events unfolding of which we know little or nothing, which will have dire consequences for all of us, and which may happen.. a lot sooner than any of us would care for..

Herein thus is part of the anomaly of Citizen Trump. And I’ll warn you, Gentle Readers, the next few series of posts on this subject are going to be doozies, because I’ve put a lot of thought, will be putting a lot of thought, and effort into this.

To conclude: What concerns me is that these seem, in our present milieu, to be what goes for informed intelligent comment from average people. I’ll talk about the less intelligent among us in my next installment.




PS BTW what has any of what I’ve written, got to do with Fred’s brief homily at the beginning? Plenty, as I hope to illustrate over the next few months.


Posted March 3, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Dulce et Decorum Est   Leave a comment

cost-of-war-in-iraqBent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.


“Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!” — An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime. —
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.


In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.


If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: “Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”


Wilfred Owen
Written sometime before his death in the trenches, November 4, 1918


A triptych of photographs taken in Trenton, Ontario, August 4, 2005. My sister and I visiting our Uncle Roy’s grave, killed in a training accident, December 13, 1943.

He was 22.


Posted November 11, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

November 8 Elections – Darkness Unescapable. . .   Leave a comment

us_election_4Donald or Hillary? In the End, Either Way, I Suspect Something like this Will Be the Result…


“It reminds me of Númenor,” said Faramir, and wondered to hear himself speak.

“Of Númenor?” said Eowyn.


“Yes,” said Faramir, “of the land of Westernesse that foundered, and of the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable. I often dream of it.”


“Then you think that the Darkness is coming?” said Eowyn. “Darkness Unescapable?” And suddenly she drew close to him.


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Remember Gentle Readers: It doesn’t matter whether Donald or Hillary wins…


Posted November 7, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Business As Usual Part IV – Remember Remember the 5th of November…   Leave a comment

“The limits of debate in this country are established before the debate even begins and everyone else is either marginalized or made to seem like communists or some sort of disloyal person… a “Kook” — there’s a word! — and now it’s “Conspiracy” — they’ve made that — should not be even entertained for a minute that powerful people might get together and have a plan! Doesn’t happen!! You’re a kook! You’re a Conspiracy Buff!

.. The only way you cure that.. Death, bloodshed. I don’t advocate it.. But I see that it’s the only answer..”

— George Carlin


“Remember, remember the 5th of November”…


Many people this side of The Pond don’t know about / have never heard of Guy Fawkes’ Day. I’m aware of it because my English Mum never let me forget I was half English. About the only place in North America I am aware of that Guy Fawkes’ day is celebrated is oddly enough, thoroughly Irish-descended and thoroughly Catholic Newfoundland. Still, an auspicious day for another blog post: It’s also just three days before the coronation of the next Roman Caesar — pardon me… election…  of the next American President…


“Elevation” surely  would be a better word, the decision who will be the Next President was made many months if not years ago, and the festivities on November 8 are just so much window dressing. Surely, Gentle Reader, you don’t need me to tell you this. Thus my allusion to V for Vendetta… The movie remains very significant to me, even if Hollywierd is nothing but a CIA-sponsored propaganda mill owned by Big Business and run by a bunch of Scientologists… were any of you aware BTW that L. Ron Hubbard was a disciple of Aleister Crowley? “Who the Hell is Aleister Crowley?” you ask?uncle-aleistar


Learn all you can about him and be appalled.


I alluded in my previous post that Guy Fawkes’ Day.. like 9/11, was another infamous False Flag.. in fact it was the several times great-granddaddy of semi-contemporary and contemporary false flags — look up “Lusitania” “Pearl Harbor” or “Gulf of Tonkin” for examples. (If you think the idea these are false flags is rubbish, have a look at what the naysayers have written about them.) “Great-Grandaddy” since it happened 411 years ago in 1605, though this kind of chicanery was by no means novel even then. I gathered from Margaret the Tudors did a thorough job of re-writing English history under the later Plantagenets… not to mention Henry VII’s judicial, quasi-judicial, and plain old outright, murder of anyone with a better claim to the throne than his…


Speaking about old false flags… Now seems a very good time to bring the following incidents up, especially since I’ve wanted to write about them all summer…


•    June 11, 2016, Orlando FL. Christina Grimmy, a 22-year-old up-and-coming Christian vocalist. Never heard of her until I learned on Coast-to-Coast AM, how a deranged fan, Kevin James Loibl, drove 120 miles from Saint Petersburg to Orlando, and shot her 4 times at an autograph session right after a performance.christina-grimmie


Then he shot himself.


May not signify anything other than a lovely young woman was destroyed before she had a chance to become anything or live her life. I wonder however: If Kevin was going to drive that distance, with that intention… Surely during that 2-hour-plus time-frame he might have considered the grave act he was intending to commit, and… change his mind about committing it… ? Or if he really was that crazy, surely his behaviour in general in the days leading up to this tragedy might have attracted attention, someone would have done something about him? His family left a note on their door after the fact, after all. You want to tell me they didn’t notice anything odd in the meantime?


Just a thought.


I also find it curious indeed… that this happened the day before the News Event of the Summer:


•    June 12, 2016, Orlando FL. “The Pulse” gay nightclub. Disaffected Muslim Wingnut… and according to some, gay alcoholic patron thereof, Omar Marteen, also drove 120 miles, but instead from Fort Pierce, FL … walked into the club armed with an assault rifle (a “AR-15”) and started pulling the trigger, killing 49 people.


Omar was eventually shot and killed by police.


It may appall some of you to learn I have some experience with an assault rife. Not the AR-15 (the civilian version of the M-16 but I imagine still an illegal weapon in Canada) but the older and better, FN-C1A1, “The West’s answer to the Kalashnikov.” Great battlefield weapon. “Deadly within 600 yards” I was told during Basic. But somehow I wonder how Omar could get into a nightclub with this thing. I suppose smuggled under an overcoat? (…Wearing an overcoat in Florida? That’s already kinda strange behaviour…) Or somehow hiding it in two pieces under a jacket and then reassembling it when he got inside? And not attract some attention from the bouncers? And despite talking with some former infantrymen I know it seems to me it would be very awkward to use an assault rifle in close quarters. Surely a sawed-off semi-automatic shotgun would have served his purpose better? Also, this is Florida we’re talking about. Odd that at least one other patron might not be “packing heat”, not have risen to the occasion and shot Omar, say, from behind?fnc1a1


Just mentioning it.


Oh.. One other thing? According to Daniel Hopsicker, Omar’s Dad is a CIA asset. Nothing suspicious about that.


•    July 7, 2016, Dallas, TX. Micah Xavier Johnson, a disaffected black (lots of those in America for some reason) and former marine, shot and killed 6 cops.


Micah in turn was killed by police with a robot carrying a bomb. “Dead men tell no tales” after all.


•    July 14, 2016, Nice, France. Disaffected Alcoholic and Drug-addicted (I kinda gathered, I’ll stand corrected if necessary) Muslim Nutbar Mohamed Lahouaiej-Bouhlel drove a 5 ton-truck into revellers celebrating Bastille Day killing 80 people. So we were told.

Mohammed’s Truck. Don’t any of you find the bullet pattern just the slightest bit odd?

Mohammed’s Truck. Don’t any of you find the bullet pattern just the slightest bit odd?


The cops eventually shot and killed him.


Lotsa curious stories about that one, starting with the police wanting to destroy all the video evidence…


•    July 14th, 2016. Washington DC. 27-year-old Seth Conrad Rich died after he was shot multiple times on the 2100 block of Flagler Place NW. Seth was employed by the Democratic National Committee (DNC). Some speculate he might have been a wikileaks informant, I’ve no idea myself of course, but purportedly Julian Assange would neither confirm nor deny.


Curiously however, nothing was taken from the body. Wallet, watch, cell-phone. Utterly unmolested…


According to a website I’ve discovered called (make of this whatever you like) shortly after the killing, Reddit and social media users were pursuing a “lead” that said Seth was en route to the FBI the morning of his murder, apparently intending to speak to special agents about an “ongoing court case” possibly involving the Clinton family.


•    July 17, 2016, Gavin Eugene Long, another alienated black former marine, shot six police officers in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  A friend of mine who is black and whom I have breakfast with occasionally (busy busy lives doncha know) told me — and I’ve no reason to doubt her: “Nothing has changed for Blacks in Louisiana since before Martin Luther King.”


Gavin was killed by police during the shootout.


•    July 22, 2016. Munich, Germany. The Olympia Shopping Mall in the Moosach district. Disaffected Muslim Lone Nut Gunman Ali David Sonboly, an 18-year-old German citizen of Iranian descent opened up at a McDonald’s. Ten people were killed, 16 were injured.


Ali later committed suicide.


•    August 5, 2016. Washington, DC. On August 2, 38-year old Shawn Lucas served … A summons and process papers I would imagine … on the DNC Services Corporation and Chairperson Debbie Wasserman Schultz at DNC’s headquarters in Washington DC, concerning a class action lawsuit for fraud.


An unconfirmed report described how Lucas was later found dead on the bathroom floor of their home by his girlfriend when she returned on the evening of same. Paramedics responding to her 911 call found no signs of life. I appreciate that “shit happens.” But 38-year-olds are still relatively young enough that they don’t just die.


Not usually, anyway…


I’m not going to shoot my mouth off and say all these incidents were staged false flags (lots of others have, mind you). Can’t begin to prove it for starters. Still, I find it very curious, the consistency of the nature of the nutters (doesn’t anyone else find the notion of an alcoholic Muslim somewhat… “heterodox”.. ?), the consistency of the circumstances of the mass shootings, the convenient deaths of the perpetrators either by police bullets or suicide, and these two peculiar deaths of evidently civic-minded political workers in the middle of an election campaign…


And I also find it curious, over the course of the summer, June – July – August – September, as the American Federal election campaign began to heat up, that all these things happened, antique Gatling-gun fashion, one right after another, admittedly all over the planet, to be picked up and dutifully reported by the Media. (What I’ve mentioned were just some of them. Have a look at for example.) And honestly — seems to me not so long ago (must be getting old) things like Terrorist Attacks or Mass Shootings or Bombings or Attempted Assassinations or Suspicious Deaths or what have you.. occurred / were reported maybe once a decade? 5 years apart at the most?


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But I digress. Guy Fawkes’ day,  and some people say it’s a False Flag. Here’s what Bernie Zwicker, author of Towers of Deception had to say about it:


LONDON, November 4, 1605 — As midnight approaches on the eve of the traditional opening of Parliament, armed agents of the King raid a basement room of the Houses of Parliament. They discover 36 barrels of gunpowder and a tunnel leading to the room. They apprehend Guy Fawkes, 36, a known agitator for the rights of English Roman Catholics. In Fawkes’ possession are a watch, slow matches and touchpaper.


The Conspirators and their fate. From a contemporary German commentary.


On the throne of England sits James I Stuart, a Protestant, who ordered the translation of the Christian Bible bearing his name. Had Fawkes succeeded, so the King James version of the 11th hour events goes, the next day the King, Queen and members of the House of Lords and the House of Commons would be dead. The Palace of Westminster complex, including historic Westminster Abbey, would be smoking rubble.


The English public is stunned. It’s the equivalent of 9/11 in our day. “A cataclysm,” Adam Nicolson describes it in God’s Secretaries: The Making of the King James Bible. The official story is that upon his arrest, Fawkes admits his purpose was to destroy King and Parliament. By November 8, on the rack, he names 12 co-conspirators. Fawkes and those not killed where they are tracked down (one dies in prison) are later found guilty of treason in a trial lasting less than a day. They are hanged, drawn and quartered.


The following Sunday, November 10, the King James version of the plot begins to be broadcast from the pulpits of the Church of England — the 1605 equivalent of television. William Barlow, Bishop of Rochester, thunders at Paul’s Cross church that “the enemy from below is Satanic in its wickedness.” The king, their hoped-for victim, “is an unqualifiedly good man, the archetype of the good man, virtually a Christ-figure,” writes Nicolson. All pulpits echo the palace version. Ten years later “the energy of loathing was undiminished.” The palace version becomes historical truth for humankind. Until 1959, it was against the law in Britain not to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day.


But Nicolson and others have now cast serious doubt on that version. Many anomalies concerning the events have surfaced. The Royal Chancellor, the wily Robert Cecil, had an efficient network of spies seeded among Roman Catholic dissidents. The authorship of the letter by which the King learned of the plot is murky. The gunpowder was of an inferior nature, unlikely to have achieved much result, if any. Some of the handwriting on Fawkes’ confession differed from the rest. There was no tunnel.


Ignored until recently is a book by Jesuit historian John Gerard (1564-1606), What Was the Gunpowder Plot: The Traditional Story Tested by Original Evidence, finally published in 1897. Gerard writes:


“When we examine into the details supplied to us as to the progress of the affair, we find that much of what the conspirators are said to have done is well-nigh incredible, while it is utterly impossible that if they really acted in the manner described, the public authorities should not have had full knowledge of their proceedings.”


Overall the evidence points to a false flag operation. US author Webster G. Tarpley writes that James “was considering a policy of accommodation with the Spanish Empire, the leading Catholic power, and some measures of toleration for Catholics in England.” But an influential group in London, known as the war party, wanted to push James into a confrontation with the Spanish Empire, “from which they hoped among other things to extract great personal profit,” the war party considered it politically vital “to keep persecuting Roman Catholics”.


Chief among the war party was Cecil, the Royal Chancellor. He set out, writes Tarpley, “to sway James to adopt his policy, by means of terrorism.” It amounts to this: either Cecil and the war party made it happen, or they let it happen. And if they let it happen, they made it happen.


The fallout from the plot is uncontestable. “The English became fixated on homeland security,” Nicolson writes. “An inclusive, irenic idea of mutual benefit [between Spain and England, which had [been] recent signers of a peace treaty, between whom trade was growing] was replaced by a defensive/aggressive complex in which all Catholics, of all shades, never mind their degree of enthusiasm for the alleged planned attack, were at least for a time identified as the enemy … The state had … taken over the English conscience.”


War with Spain ensues. England’s course is set for a century of wars against the Spanish and Portuguese empires, out of which the British Empire emerges. In 1917 the British add Iraq to their Empire after the defeat of the Ottoman Empire; neocolonial turmoil in Iraq continues to this day. The official story of “gunpowder treason” set much in motion, and it would take a foolhardy person to assert that it has all been for the betterment of humankind.


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What has any or all of this got to do with the catastrophe that is to befall us all in three days’ time?


I’ll let you do your own thinking.


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PS: A good place for you to start doing that can possibly be found here. But I’ll warn you: It’s not one bit politically correct.


Posted November 3, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Business as Usual Part III: Comments on the Clintons   1 comment

So a bit too much decompression last night, stopped off at Mac’s on Helmkin/Interurban the way home, large Coffee Crisp®… bag of cheesies… aka “cheese bones”… (“f*** it: I could be dead tomorrow” I’ve told myself far too often, far too accurately) …didn’t switch off the light ’til 1:28 in the morning.. 6:40 this morning?

Bloody Hell: Wide awake’n’rarin’…

Told myself I wanted a bit more sleep, kept myself still, thought I was beginning to nod off…

When I awoke it was 10:55… Was thinking I’d get one or two of the patches on the latest saxophone soldered on… “Maybe doing nothing at all for awhile might be a much better idea?” intruded into my conscious mind shortly thereafter; in any event, Medea said she’d drop by in an hour and visit for a bit …


So before heading off to work I did some more writing on my proposed blog post for November 5… meanwhile found the following article on Cryptogon this morning, which I quote in its entirety. November 5 after all is a little over a week from now, but after perusing Kevin’s latest comments I felt he wouldn’t mind horribly much if I simply cut-and-pasted his entry for today… with some comments of my own… and for what they’re worth…

That said, the campaign for the upcoming American election has got to be the most grotesque political theatre in an allegedly First World country that I have witnessed — so far — during my lifetime. Closest I can come to, from my amateur (in the best sense of the word) study of history is the German Federal Election of November 6th , 1932… Read this carefully, gentle readers:


It doesn’t matter if Donald or Hilary wins this (s)election…


Enough said? I shudder to think where we could be in 6 month’s time, let alone 2020.

a la Prochaine!
Captain Roy Harkness


From , Otober 28, 2016:


“October 28th, 2016

Say that your Doom Condition scale runs from 5 to 1, with 5 representing ‘Situation Normal’ to 1 representing flaming zombies wandering the streets, etc.

Even on the best of days, I keep my own DoomCon dial set to 4, because ‘Situation Normal’ looks pretty bad in many ways.

With the way the markets are behaving, and with the presidential election disaster right around the corner, I’d take it down another notch to DoomCon 3 for people in the U.S.

If you have a doomstead somewhere, it might not be a bad idea to take a little vacation out there for the next couple of weeks.

Team Hillary running provocateurs and engaging in vote fraud indicates to me that they are willing to get this thing done by any means necessary.

Trump may accept defeat, or he may not.

And what if, by some miracle, Trump wins?!

Impossible, right?

See Professor Helmut Norpoth’s prediction:

A professor who developed a model which successfully predicted all but one presidential election result for the past 100 years has claimed Donald Trump will win the election.

Professor Helmut Norpoth, of New York’s SUNY Stony Brook University, said the Republican candidate was likely to triumph in two weeks time because he was the strongest candidate in the primaries.

The political scientist developed a model which, when applied retroactively, accurately predicted every presidential election since 1912 – with the exception of the 2000 election, when it said Democratic candidate Al Gore would win.

Mr Gore won the popular vote, but following a dispute result in Florida, George W Bush was awarded more votes in the Electoral College and thus won the election.

The model suggests that the candidate who performs better in their parties primary race will go on to win the presidency.

But I just can’t see Trump happening. I think it’s because I spent a lot of time in college learning about the the global order that emerged after World War 2, and the decades of atrocities that followed.

Hillary represents the crew behind all of that.

Are those people going to let a guy into power who wants to upset the apple cart? Get rid of NAFTA. Weaken NATO. Cut off the source of infinite cheap labor through the southern border. Mess with protected narcotics trafficking networks. On and on.

I don’t think so.

A reader suggested that maybe Trump could be allowed in right before They scuttle the ship, blaming the whole disaster on him.


That is a situation I had not thought of previously. Maybe, but I doubt it will happen because it’s just too hairy. Too many wildcards.

So, breaking it down, I think that there’s about a 60% chance that Hillary will be installed without any major short term problems.


I’d say that there’s a 40% chance of moderate social unrest and/or some other wildcard event within a two week window of the election.

There’s bad trouble ahead for the U.S., whether it’s Clinton or Trump, but let’s get through the next couple of weeks first.”


PS: A “Doomstead”? I love it. Wish I could begin to afford one, however humble. More from me on November 5.

Posted October 29, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Business as Usual Part II — Canadian Thanksgiving Gratitude Edition   Leave a comment

So, didn’t make a diary entry yesterday.. And haven’t made a blog post in months… my life has been kinda like that..

Well, it was lower body weights in the morning, and some more of Apollon’s oboe in the afternoon, Medea and Clytemnestra and long-tailed hamsters for a bit after that, and out the door and lovely work till 2 in the morning, stopped at 7-11 on the way and bought a bag of cheesies and a Peanut Oh Henry and ate them on the way up.. All unmindful of the book I’ve been reading (The Great American Health Hoax).

Sugar crash happened about 7:15 and I was out like a light for 5 – 10 minutes. Not good.

Had some rather interesting words with Jebediah, a former mechanic on staff who had to quit his trade due to health issues … talking about current events, learned from him that under Bill C50 — the Canadian anti-terror legislation — you can indeed be arrested at any time on suspicion you will commit a terrorist act, and be held incommunicado for 7 days… He mentioned a couple of book titles, Strangers in Their Own Land by Arlie Russell Hochschild and What’s the Matter with Kansas? by one Thomas Frank… He also told me to have a look at Craig Forcese and … Hopped over there and found:

“As I write this, bill C-22 is being debated in the House of Commons, [kinda gather it’s an amplification of C50—RH] on second reading. Once that debate concludes, the bill will be referred to the relevant House of Commons committee”

And muttered to myself in frustration “Why isn’t there ever a date on these stupid things? … found it, at the bottom of the article: “September 27, 2016”. Fairly recent for a change. I’ll have a better look at this website later.

Somehow though, the words of Gandalf in “The Shadow of the Past” seem terribly relevant:

“To tell you the truth,’ replied Gandalf, ‘I believe that hitherto — hitherto, mark you — he has entirely overlooked the existence of hobbits. You should be thankful. But your safety has passed. He does not need you — he has many more useful servants — but he won’t forget you again. And hobbits as miserable slaves would please him far more than hobbits happy and free.”

Substitute “The average working schlep” — that’s you and me, gentle readers — for “hobbits” and “The powers that be” for “Sauron” — because that’s who Gandalf was alluding to — And you’ve got our present situation. Jebediah suggested the real reason for 9/11 and the ensuing anti-terror legislation was to set the stage for implementing broad government powers… Not because of terrorism… but to intervene and maintain control of out-of-control populations as the environmental collapse advances — 2016 was the hottest summer on record folks — and food gets short…

An important factoid very conveniently neglected: Civilization at any point in time, is about 24 hours and 2 meals away from total collapse.

He also mentioned since The Patriot Act, legislation has been promulgated giving Military Intelligence the authority to arrest and indefinitely detain anyone in America “on suspicion of terrorism”.. Guess Amerika finally has its own Gestapo.


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Meanwhile I learned talking to a couple of people on staff that our Donald has really put his foot in it this time (or did so 11 years ago) and suddenly the Republican party — somewhat like Salome with John the Baptist —  is demanding his head on a platter. Wonder who they’ll replace him with, with a month to go? But really … who of us outside “the one essential nation” should care? It’s not as if any of us has a choice, and it’s not as if it matters in any event: The present American election is beyond Orwell’s art, and beyond Kafka’s also: A bumptious oaf on the Republican ticket, not nearly the clever businessman he pretends to be, and on the Democrat side? George W. in drag, a darling dangling bud … off a noxious bush. They have so many skeletons in their closet they have some trouble closing the door.

One of my favorite writers on the Internet, Kevin Flaherty of Cryptogon opined:

“I’m trying to understand this Trump situation and the hysterical freakout that’s ensuing in elite and media circles.
Trump could have been vote-frauded into oblivion by now.
Why hasn’t that happened?
My best guess is that the primary purpose of the Donald Trump candidacy — whether he knows it or not — is to escort Hillary to the White House by simply drawing attention away from the Clintons’ life of crime.
You know, so all of that doesn’t come up during the sElection.” March 8, 2016

Yeah I know “The Clinton Body Count” has been dismissed as so much slandering Republican horsepucky and a load of goofy conspiracy theory… debunked it for example. They debunk a great many things. Yet I seem to recall they then accidentally blurted out that “The Clinton Body Count” came to a whopping 320 pages, while  “The Bush Body Count” is only a miraculous 219.

Could have been somewhere else of course and I can’t be bothered to waste hours and days picking through the Internet trying to find it again.

Mr. Flaherty also opined… almost 10 years ago…

People are now terrified about the events unfolding inside the US.
Panic is setting in, and for some silly reason, people think this upcoming election holds the key to the future.
Guys, wake the F*** up. This Republican/Democrat thing is beyond embarrassing.

Please understand: there are no political solutions to the problems the US is facing. The outcome of this election is meaningless, one way or the other. The more you keep grasping for glimmers of hope within the political system, the worse off you will be. November 5, 2006

Hm.. Guy Fawkes’ Day.. and like 9/11, another infamous False Flag..

Be that as it may: That was written ten years ago Gentle Readers. Are any of you that naive, that you believe our situation has in any way improved since then? It hasn’t. I should add Kevin decamped from the good ol’ US of A quite some time ago and now makes his home on the North Island of New Zealand — about as far from America as you can get, without leaving the planet. Trouble is he, like the rest of us, still has to live on it with Leviathan thrashing about in his death throes.. I sadly doubt being far away will help all that much.



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So it’s these sort of thoughts that have somewhat preoccupied me over the last few months as I watched a stupendous gift unfold — with some teething trouble — from my cousin Idril, tried to get sorted out from under the rubble thereof while (barely) keeping body and soul together, and wondered how I can continue the work on my own after firing the last contractor wgift-threeho after 6 weeks still hadn’t finished a job that should have taken him 3 days… and worked as meticulously as I can on Apollon’s oboe, which has got to have been the oddest oboe I have ever seen.. Well.. Close up, anyway.



And tomorrow evening, I will be at table with Medea and Clytemnestra at The Golden Perch, imbibing of the best beer in The Eastfarthing… and lovely GMO veggies, antibiotic-laced turkey, and HFCS pumpkin pie topped with petroleum-byproduct substitute whipping cream…

Reflecting — with genuine gratitude — just how damned much I/we truly have to be thankful for: We live in fortress North America. Despite what I wrote above, the one place in recorded history I’m aware of besides perhaps Australia and New Zealand, where the average person has the chance of a snowflake in Hell.

With any luck, for the time being it will remain in the present tense. And touch wood the pub-brewed draft at least should be pretty much unadulterated.

A la prochaine!

Capt. Roy Harkness


Posted October 9, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

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