July 12, 2022

Subterranean homesick Ukra$ne blues: Being a war correspondent isn’t cheap these days

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 12:10 pm
      Good grief, there is so much important stuff that I need to jam into this one tiny article regarding all the various and creative ways that those Evil Globalist Bastards are trying to kill us all off, that now I don’t even know where to begin.  “Make a list.”  Okay.  Here it is.  But I’m not gonna list all this scary stuff over and over again.  Here are the highlights.  Listen up.
1.  Joe Biden has been struggling mightily for the last forty years to get Ukra$ne all weaponized so that he could Poke the Bear and start World War III with Russia.  Joe!  You do not live in a Marvel Comics film.  You are not The Avenger.  You are not even Ant Man.  And yet you would risk America getting blown up?  That’s crazy talk.

2.   Biden, Trump, Fasci, Gates, Trudeau, Schwab and all those other Evil Globalist Bastards are also trying very hard to kill us all off in several other ways — just in case Joe’s World War III massacre scheme doesn’t work out.  Plan B is to fall back on bio-weapons.  Yes, The Jab is a bio-weapon.  What else can it be?  It kills people.  It doesn’t stop COV$D.  It’s not even a vaccine.

     According to Dr. Michael Yeadon, emeritus head of Pfizer’s vaccine research, when we get injected with spike proteins, they go everywhere in our bodies, not just to our lungs even though COV$D is solely a respiratory disease — but if they do get to our lungs, those little spiky darlings then cause more harm than good because spike proteins really are spiky.  And this is the reason why the Jab doesn’t work to stop COV$D.  It would have been so much better to have invented a nasal-spray vaccine that went straight to our lungs and didn’t involve spike proteins.  Almost a trillion dollars totally wasted.  Oh well.

3.   Patent attorney David Martin says that by the year 2028, seven hundred million people will have died from The Jab’s more deadly side effects — morbidities that have been happily foisted on us by mass media, social media and our very own politicians out to make a buck.  Plus other Jab side effects include infertility and miscarriages — and yet we worry that abortions are now illegal?  Get Jabbed, ladies, and you may never have to worry about unwanted (or even wanted) pregnancies again!
4.  Then there’s the failing economy and the supply-chain crisis and the farmers’ nightmares and all that shite.  Are you better off now than you were — after 845 days of that stupid and useless Lock-Down?  After the Federal Reserve counterfeited all those trillions of dollars that stuck us with inflation?  And after Bill Gates bought up all that farmland in order to force us to eat bugs?
5.  All around us, most Americans are totally blind to all these invented disasters that will turn our lives into Armageddon.  Make a list of them yourselves, America.  They all add up to us miserably living inside of some weird sci-fi disaster flick.  Where’s the fun in that?  But will anyone listen to my urgent warnings?  Nah, I’m just Cassandra.  “Shut up, Jane.  Turn off your blather and let me get back to buying junk from Amazon and watching Big Brother and Young Sheldon on TV.”
6.  Forty billion U.S. dollars were recently handed over to global “war” profiteers so that they could have Big Fun blowing up Ukraine.  Americans should be totally pissed off that we aren’t getting no forty billion dollars ourselves instead — but we are not.  What’s with that?  We Americans surely need that money far more than Zelensky’s mad-dog berserker storm-troopers do.
7.  “In order to be enlightened, you must love, trust, respect and forgive yourself and others.”  I am obviously nowhere near being enlightened.  Can’t trust (or forgive) anybody in power these days, either the Left or the Right.  Has everybody but me sold out?  Where are Christ, the Buddha and Wonder Woman when we need them?
8.  And here’s how this article was originally intended to start — before I began having nightmares about Lee Harvey Oswald and Marilyn Monroe coming back from the dead:

     During World War II, Ernie Pyle only needed to hop aboard the USS Queen Mary in order to report on the European front.  All his journalistic expenses were covered by FDR.  And once I’d paid for my airfare to Kuwait back in 2007, I didn’t have to spend another dime while reporting on Bush’s gruesome little war on Iraq.  The U.S. Marine Corps fed and housed me both in Heet and Haditha, bless their hearts.

     I didn’t even have to spend much money while being a war correspondent in Syria, Afghanistan, North Korea, Palestine and Washington DC.  You can always hitch a ride once you get there.
     However, even getting to Ukraine these days is freakishly expensive.  Plus if Volodymyr Zelensky doesn’t like what you write, he’ll have you shot in the back.  So on my current limited budget, the closest I can get to reporting on the troubles in Ukra$ne is to buy an economy-class ticket to Warsaw and hope for the best.
     What would Edward R. Murrow, Martha Gellhorn or Walter Cronkite do in my current situation?  Haven’t a clue.  Swim the Atlantic?  Get the New York Times to sponsor them?  Sorry but the Times‘ truth-telling days are long gone and they certainly wouldn’t want to have me off in the trenches of Kiev.  Might look bad for their Department of Propaganda, right?
     What to do?  I know!  I still have that gold coin that my dying father gave me back in 1998.  Cash it in for $1700?  That would hardly even get me to New York City by bus.  Wait for the price of gold to go up?  Nah.  “Gold prices are being artificially deflated,” sez my favorite financial expert Greg Mannarino.  Gold should be pegged at a minimum of $5000 an ounce.  The Federal Reserve is up to no good.  Again.
     $5000 might get me as far as Munich, where all this Lebensraum stuff first began, but $1700 doesn’t go very far these days at all.  It just doesn’t.  Plus Hitler’s old-fashioned Beer-Hall-Putsch fascism is now being re-branded as “Public-Private Partnerships”.  Rolls off the tongue better, dontcha think?  No weird associations with Nazis either — but still that same old piece of crap.
      The best way to tell when the American economy is going to seriously start tanking, instead of only continuing the slow downward roll we’re on now, is to keep your eye on the price of gold.  If it goes up, we go down.  But I digress.  Let’s get back to talking about the high price of war correspondence.

     My middle daughter has owed me $27,000 for over twenty years now.  Do I still have a lien on her house?  Would she actually ever pay me back?  Even though she’s now totally boujee and makes mucho dinero at a fancy job that involves bossing famous actors around?  I took her to small claims court over part of that amount once but she and her hubby lied like a rug under oath.  Allegedly.  But that was a war in itself.  She could pay me back now — and then Dombass here I come!  Probably not going to happen this time either.  Daughters are so touchy about stuff like that.  Sigh.

      Perhaps the Marines will send me to Ukraine this time too?
PS:  Here’s the deal, the real story about why I’m so broke.  I just spent my very last cent on flying to New York City, spending the night at the wonderful fabulous luxurious Plaza Hotel and then flying back to California the next day.  I had to!  It was my 80th birthday!  You’d do the same thing too, right?  Gotta do something memorable, something with flash and charm!
     Been dreading my 80th birthday for years now — waste of time.  80 is the new 30!  I also learned that being pampered in luxury ain’t the end-all and be-all.  “No matter where you go, there you are.”  
     Plus no amount of money in the world will make the Evil Globalist Bastards happy.  Money may be able to buy them the U.S. presidency, NATO, a chalet in Davos or even the presidency of China — but money can’t ever buy them a soul.
PPS:  “Why should Jane be the one to go off to report on Ukraine,” you might ask.  “Why send her and not Anderson Cooper or Norah O’Donnell?”  Why me?  Softball question.  Because I learned the hard way in Iraq that if you really wanna know what is going on, then you gotta go there and see for yourself.  Except that I got fired for describing what I saw in Iraq.  Cooper and O’Donnell don’t want to get fired.
What Scott Ritter has to say here is crucially important.  America’s armies that we have been paying trillions for?  Could they be just a hollow shell?
     At the Madrid conference, NATO members acted like they live in a dream world covered with fairy dust — but in reality the only thing they have left to fall back on is nuclear weaponry.  Scary
Lovable nerd Mike Yeadon explains in extensive detail how we’ve been deliberately lied to regarding experimental injections:
Then there’s also The Greyzone’s highly informative coverage of the NATO conference in Madrid wherein they discuss Big Z’s muscle shirt collection — and perhaps how diplomacy might be better than “war”:

And speaking of money, “If the COVID-19 vaccines have been a disappointment from a public health standpoint in stopping the continuing spread of new variants of the disease, why is Big Pharma as well as its government allies in the FDA, CDC, and NIH still pushing them?”  Follow the COVID money:


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July 5, 2022

Conspiracy Theory: That NATO is the EGB’s own private army

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:07 pm

     It all started back on September 11, 2001.  No, wait, it all started when NATO decided to ruin Yugoslavia.  No, even before that….  How far back?  When Kennedy was shot?  Those Evil Globalist Bastards have been with us for a very long time.  Conspiring.  Conspiring.  Conspiring.

     That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.
     Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan, Syria, COV$D, Ukraine, supply-chain shortages, lock-downs.  Cui bono?  Who benefits?  Who profits?  Not America.  Not Santa Claus.  And definitely not you and me.
     Johnson, Reagan, Clinton, both Bushes, Trump and now Biden.  Did you ever ask yourself how the freak a father and a son both ended up in the White House?  What are the odds?

     And speaking of conspiracies, how exactly did that highly-touted “Great Reset” actually work out for us?  Only billionaires got to Build Back Better — while the American middle class got “Reset” up the ying-yang; the Lock-Down left our children dumber, fatter, sicker and more suicidal; the “Fourth Industrial Revolution” left America’s working class with a 40% rise in its excess all-cause death rate; and the wanton destruction of Ukraine only proved Safe and Effective for NATO.  I rest my case.

PS:  Does anybody but me find it ironic that Independence Day 2022 was also Day 837 of the Great American Lock-Down.

PPS:  Big Pharma keeps telling us that the American healthcare system is the very best in the world — and yet even after 840 days, neither Fasci, Trump nor Biden have gotten our COV$D plandemic under control.  Epic fail.  They all should be in jail.

Imagine how unhappy those Evil Globalist Bastards would be if only we had heeded the Great Barrington Declaration instead of Fauci, Trump, Biden, Gates and Davos:
Pandemic statistical ingredients, a recipe for disaster:
According to real statistics, COV$D was only a case-demic:
So.  What happens next?  The Highwire has some sensible answers — if there even are any answers to the EGBs’ latest hot mess:
Memorable quotes:  
From Scott Ritter:  “Biden’s Mouth is Writing Checks the US Military Can’t Cash.”
From Caitlin Johnstone:  “The US government views the American people as an annoying distraction from its real job of managing a globe-spanning empire.”
From  Keith McHenry:  “I Am Done With The Left-Right Divide.  It’s Now The Humans Versus The Deadly Robotic Corporate State.”
From Dr. David Martin:  “700 million will die from ‘COVID’ shot by 2028.”

June 23, 2022

Night on Bald Mountain: I actually went camping!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:26 pm
     Two long painful weeks ago, my long-time Best Friend Forever suddenly died.  Keith’s booster shot went terribly wrong, he immediately developed an excruciating headache that went on for months and then he died painfully from a blood clot to his brain.
     I was devastated.  What could I possibly do to recover from all this grief?  I know.  I’ll go commune with nature.  I’ll go camping!
     So there I was, all bundled up in two sleeping bags, six blankets, a down jacket, long underwear, knit cap, two sweaters and a hot water bottle, still freezing my arse off in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and stars.  The nearest plumbing was ten miles away.  Crap.

     In desperation I cried out to the trees and the stars, “How can just one small fragile being such as myself manage to stop the massive jack-booted and rough-shod march of powerful and evil men as they burst through the perimeters of my tiny and unprotected world?  Big Pharma is happily murdering our best friends for fun and profit, Big Tech is leaving us in lonely and vulnerable isolation, war mongers are causing climate catastrophes that we may never recover from and financial confidence men are plotting unspeakable things for our bank accounts and supply chains.”

     The trees and the stars just laughed at my naiveté.  “The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice,” they reminded me.  “And we stars and trees have all the time in the world to wait for justice to be done.  We’ve been here long before evil men walked the earth and we will be here long afterward.  Just leave it to us.  We got this.”
     Great.  Fine.  But how does this long moral arc toward justice help all us poor helpless schmucks in the human world right now?  And also.  Will I ever be warm again!

     In the end, my camping trip really did help me.  The sun also rose.  I was vaguely cheered.  And then there was hot tea to be had down in Shasta City.  Rooibos tea.  That also helped.


     But I still sorely miss our Keith, one of the truly good men on this earth.  But Keith has also taught me something else — that our world is not just populated with Evil Globalist Bastards and their marks.  There are also good men and women out there in this world too.


Keith wasn’t the only one getting headaches and blood clots after receiving the jabs.  Sadly, not by a long shot.  According to Google, excess severe headaches, blood clots, myocarditis, miscarriages and SADS have become national upward trends since Americans started getting injected. 

Are we actually being brainwashed into taking these potentially-fatal drugs?  Sure, why not.  There’s money to be made.

Good grief, what a tangled web.  From Dr. Gary Kohls:  “The masks begin to fall off.  The Chinese biological laboratory in Wuhan is owned by GlaxoSmithKline, which (accidentally) owns Pfizer — the one who makes the vaccine against the virus which was (accidentally) started at the Wuhan Biological Lab and which was (accidentally) funded by Dr. Fauci, who (accidentally) promotes the vaccine!

     “GlaxoSmithKline is (accidentally) managed by the finance division of Black Rock, which (accidentally) manages the finances of the Open Foundation Company (Soros Foundation), which (accidentally) manages the French AXA!  Soros (accidentally) owns the German company Winterthur, which (accidentally) built a Chinese laboratory in Wuhan and was bought by the German Allianz, which (coincidentally) has Vanguard as a shareholder, who (coincidentally) is a shareholder of Black Rock — which (coincidentally) controls central banks and manages about a third of global investment capital.

      “Black Rock is also (coincidentally) a major shareholder of MICROSOFT, owned by Bill Gates, who (coincidentally) is a shareholder of Pfizer (which — remember? Sells a miracle vaccine) and (coincidentally) is now the first sponsor of the W.H.O.

     “Now you understand how a dead bat sold in a wet market in China has infected the whole planet!  There’s money to be made.” 

Then there’s all that creepy stuff that the Federal Reserve is up to:


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June 11, 2022

Day 817: What? We’ve been locked down that long?!?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:19 pm
     Congratulations.  We’ve finally arrived at Day 817 of this interminable lock-down.  “But we are no longer locked down!” sez you.  Then why are we still wearing that mask, still carrying that proof-of-vaccination card with us at all times, still huddled in fear of our neighbors and still getting a booster every few months?

     And speaking of boosters, why are we still being vaccinated for the Wuhan strain when that strain’s been inactive for over two years now?  Why are we still being boostered for the Wuhan strain while our symptoms are now in the Omicron and BA.4-5 phases?  Plus recent studies show that we are 20% more likely to get these new variants if our poor sweet immune systems are still all geared up to fight Wuhan and are now totally clueless about how to fight these new variants?  Keep up, guys.

     And why have we spent almost a trillion dollars on a Wuhan vaccine but then get all surprised when we still get sick with Omicron or the currently-popular BA.4-BA.5 strains?  Or else we live in denial and tell all our friends, “Hey, it’s just a cold.  It couldn’t be COV$D.  I’ve been vaccinated!”
      And not only that but there is now a new thing called “viral reactivation” wherein for the first time in history, vaccinated people can get COV$D again and again and again — not just a one-and-done.  Plus this new B-5 variant is now be called “a variant of the boostered”.
     Welcome to Day 817.
PS:  If everyone in America had been injected with Vitamin D instead of with Remdesivir, Pfizer and friends, COV$D would have simply gone the way of swine flu and H3N2.  And over a million Americans wouldn’t be dead.  And we never would have known about myocarditis, Bell’s palsy and SADS.
Money to be made!
With a 100% vaccinated population, Portugal is now struggling with the BA.5 variant.  Good luck, Portugal.
American vaccine-injury courts are being overwhelmed after Big Pharma received a get-out-of-jail-free pass from our regular courts:


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May 19, 2022

Step right up folks! Get your free VIRAL REACTIVATION here!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:13 pm
     “For the very first time in the entire history of the human race,” the snake-oil salesmen at Big Pharma (don’t) tell us, “you can now get VIRAL REACTIVATION absolutely free of charge!”
     Remember back when your grandparents got the measles?  And then they never got them again?  Now all that permanent-immunity goodness is a thing of the past.  Thanks to spike proteins, mRNA, lipid nanoparticles, adenoviruses and who the freak knows what all else is in Big Pharma’s brand new experimental jabs, we can now get COV$D-19 all over again — and again and again.  VIRAL REACTIVATION is now an actual thing.

     Lucky us.

May 10, 2022

Laughter Through Tears: Lock-downs, Netflix, Derry Girls & Gaza Girls

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:50 pm
     I tripped over a curb the other day and fell on my arse.  An ambulance came.  “You’ve fractured your pelvis,” said the emergency room doc.  “Stay off your feet.  Here’s a walker.”  Crap.
     After having successfully avoided the Great American Trump-Biden-Fauci Lock-Down Fiasco for the past 785 days, I finally found my own self in total lock-down as well.  What did most Americans do to avoid mind-numbing boredom during those past 785 days?  “Netflix.”  Oh.  Sign me up.

     And that’s the true story of how I discovered the wonderful Netflix comedy series, Derry Girls.  Teenage girls in Northern Ireland, up to typical teenage-girl stuff — even in the midst of The Troubles.  Londonderry.  A war zone.  Bloody Sunday.  That horrible lock-down of colonial oppression.  Sometimes only laughter can make a brutal situation (almost) bearable.

     I’ve been to Derry myself.  Nothing funny to laugh about there.  Saw where the tanks and the helicopters and the guns had been.  Heard the survivors’ stories.  And yet Derry Girls made me laugh even louder because I knew what the girls were talking about.
     Now if only Netflix could travel to Gaza and film a comedy series called Gaza Girls.  I’d binge-watch that one too!
PS:  Whether it’s the Derry Girls, the Gaza Girls or the Girls of Donbas who are being uppity, they’ve all managed to piss off those Evil Globalist Bastards bigtime.  Demanding local sovereignty?  Trying to get rid of corporate corruption?  How dare they!

     Will the World Economic Forum get pissed off at California Girls next?

Here’s the Derry Girls trailer.  Enjoy.

And how would you like it if a bunch of mean-looking special forces, armed to the teeth, stormed your local church?  Or closed down your favorite synagogue?  Zionist forces just stormed al Aqsa mosque.  Not cool, guys.

There’s already a book called Gaza Girls.  Shouldn’t be all that hard to make a TV series there too — if only film crews (or even film equipment) were allowed into the Gaza Strip.
I wrote about comparing Belfast and Gaza back in 2009 :

And here’s the true story about when I took my own teenage daughter to Belfast and Derry:

And then there’s the price very high we’ll all have to pay for having gotten the jab — forever terrified of variants:
Well worth watching — Kenneth Branagh’s remarkable film about The Troubles in Belfast


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April 27, 2022

June 2020: Viva Las Vegas’s Grand Re-Opening (sort of)

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:42 pm
Editor’s note:  Welcome to Chapter 6 of my upcoming book about traveling all over America during our weird, unique and draconian COV$D lock-down.  Welcome to Day 768 of the lock-down, by the way.  “You can fool some of the people all of the time….”

May 31, 2020:  I’m going to Vegas!  And I’m actually gonna be there for its highly-advertised post-COV$D “Grand Re-Opening” event!  And I’ll also be there before the official celebration so I can see what Las Vegas looks like closed up like a clam — as well as witness its new re-opened glory.  To be there while it’s closed?  With no shows, no casinos and no people?  That’s historical.  The entire Las Vegas Strip closed down for a whole month?  That’s historic as Hell!

June 1, 2020:  Speaking of historic, the entire nation appears to be in open rebellion against racial injustice — and it’s about time too.  George Floyd was murdered by cops in Minneapolis last week and all over the nation there have been huge protests and marches.  And the politicians’ reaction?  The usual.  Tanks, riot gear, National Guard.  Tear gas.  “Rubber” bullets.
     And when all this racial pressure gets combined with all this lock-down pressure for the past two months?  Black and white and brown –- all the millennials have finally had enough of imprisonment and injustice.  “Enough!”  Hell, I’d finally had enough way back in the 1950s.
      “Huelga!” I shouted.  “We shall overcome!  Attica!  Attica!  Hell no we won’t go!  Free Leonard!”  It’s been hard being our nation’s Cassandra for over 65 years now but somebody’s gotta do it.  And it looks like I’m no longer alone.  The millennials are finally pissed off too.  And Blacks have been pissed off for over 400 years.  And Indians have been pissed off since 1492.  Not to mention Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza.
June 2, 2020:  Almost missed my plane.  Why?  First because I woke up this morning determined to write just one more article for my Web Log.  Seriously?  What is more important?  Making my flight or saving the world?  Duh.
     I still had time to make the plane but then I lost my freaking go-phone!  Five days without a phone?  Horrors!  Desperately I called it.  No answer.  Desperately I ran out to my car.  Twice!  Tore the damn car apart.  No phone.  I was (almost) in tears!  Then, however, I finally got a grip.  I’d be okay.  I’d go old-school.  I’ve lived without cell phones before.  I could do it again.  Right?
     Then my friend visiting from New York offered to help look around one more time -– and there it was.  In my freaking computer-tote bag all along, sitting right next to the door, ready to go.  No idea how it got there.  I quickly hugged the Girl from New York City, grabbed a plastic container of soup to eat on the plane, shot out the door and ran for the BART train.  No problem.  I’m here.  Except for having spilled all my soup.  But made my flight on time.
     Viva Las Vegas!  Except that it’s supposed to be 107 degrees there.
     I always forget how much I hate airplanes.
11:55 pm:  Holy shite.  What an amazing time I’ve had in Vegas already.  Well worth the trip if even for just this one afternoon and evening.  I was doing okay at first on the #109 bus in from the airport but then this raggedy old man came on and sat right next to me.  He smelled so terrible that our whole portion of the bus evacuated.
     So there I was, out on West Flamingo Boulevard in 107-degree heat, at least eight blocks from my hotel.  So I hoofed it.  Dragging luggage.  Who sez I’m a wimp!
     My hotel “suite” is huge, with both a shower and bathtub plus a kitchenette, sofa, table, desk, huge flat-screen TV, really huge bed and two picture windows.  This whole place is huge.  Tuscany Suites and Casino.  With a huge family swimming pool and a lap pool too.  Got it for cheap on Expedia.  Flights and hotels are really cheap these days, the one up-side of COV$D.
     Then I walked down to The Strip.  Had it all to myself.  Deserted.  Walked up and down it in the middle of the street, no big deal.  Now I’m hungry.  Time to locate Esther’s Kitchen which my neighbor had recommended.  Tricky.  Twelve bus stops away and getting lost at least twice.
     Finally I saw some bikers.  A Harley Davidson repair shop.  They were so nice!  They googled Esther’s for me.  “Two blocks back, cross that big street here and then turn right two blocks after that….”  Then he told me to take a photo of the map so I wouldn’t get lost again.  Good thinking.

     Esther’s Kitchen was a delight.  The wine steward made documentary films on his day off and said there was going to be another George Floyd protest march tonight.  7:00 pm.  At Container Park.  The police will be staging on Clark Street.


     The chicken cacciatore was excellent –- even though I usually hate chicken breasts.  But they didn’t even charge me for the wine because the owner knew my neighbor.  Thank you, Joe!


     Then I trudged off to do battle against evil –- only there was no battle to be found.  Apparently, after last night’s protest march when both a cop and a protester had been shot, everyone was taking a step back.


     But six or seven people did show up tonight.  Millennials.  They were caring and interesting souls.  We talked for about an hour.  And then two of them gave me a lift back to my hotel.  Whew.  I was definitely not ready to trudge, get lost or take buses yet again.


      Famous stock-market maven Greg Mannarino lives here in Vegas, and he says that the powers-that-be want us to be constantly afraid.  “They wanted us to be afraid of COV$D.  Now they want us to be afraid of riots.  And now COV$D has just suddenly disappeared and it’s safe to be out on the streets just as long as you’re marching?”  Good point.  We’re not supposed to be afraid of COV$D any more.  Now it’s rioters we gotta fear.  Keep up, America.


     So what’s my point?  That I have made the most of my first day in Vegas -– and now I’m all proud of myself.  Now if I can only go to sleep.  Nah.  I’m too hyped up for that.


June 3, 2020:  Housekeeping just woke me up at some un-Godly hour -– 8:55 am.  So apparently I did get some sleep.  And dreamed.  The first two dreams involved a construction crew, an attorney, a Tibetan guy, the #60 bus and the meat counter at a supermarket.  Some man there came over and accused me of shoplifting.  Me?  “I’m simmering this meat into pot roast on the sidewalk while waiting for the next bus.” 


     Then I had two more dreams that involved a short middle-aged woman dressed like Little Bo Peep, and some guy who had broken into my car.  Nothing was stolen but I didn’t have very much to steal.  But then an evil little girl popped up from the back seat and started threatening me.  Yikes!


      Where do these strange dreams come from?  Where do any strange dreams come from?  Guess that’s why they call dreams “Surreal”.  In any case, it’s another hot day in Las Vegas.  What should I do next?  Think Think Think.  Perhaps go watch The Strip get ready for its Grand Re-Opening?


     Last night I watched about 20 large flatbed tow-trucks roll by and turn west.  What the freak was that about?  Protest related?  Or not.


     What to do next?  Look for a decent computer to check on my e-mails?  Walk around in the sun like a mad dog and Englishman?  Try to find Greg Mannarino?  Take the #202 bus and the #109 bus back to the airport In-N-Out Burger?


10:30 pm:  Good grief, what a day.  I’m so tired that I probably won’t even make sense of anything I write down but here goes.


     Heat.  Up to 109 degrees.  Trudging.  A lot.  Ran into a young White guy while waiting for the Deuce bus that drives up and down The Strip.  “I got hit by a rubber bullet a few days ago.”  Can I see his scar?  And when he pulled up his shirt, there was a giant bruise like a bull’s eye.  I took a photo of it and posted it on FaceBook with the caption, “What to expect if you’re expecting a rubber bullet.”  Big ugly bruise.  “But I left the protest because everyone was wearing face masks and I don’t believe all that hype about COV$D.”  I almost high-fived him in agreement.


     Later I found out that the reason so many demonstrators chose to wear face masks is to foil various facial-recognition programs.


     Then I trudged some more and took some more buses and trudged even more in the 109-degree heat until I ended up on Fremont Street.  And then I trudged some more after that.  Hot, tired and hungry.  But wait!  I spy an oasis!  A taco truck!  I tipped the vendors well.  They saved my life.


     More trudging.  More heat.  And finally it there it was -– the Vegas neon museum and bone yard.  Lovely old neon signs from the 1960s, the 1950s, and even one from 1928.  “They bend the glass and fill it with….”  I forget what.  Argon?  “Each sign is handcrafted.”  Must be a dying art.  I loved the place.




      It was out in the broiling sun and I got sunstroke and almost passed out.  It was a near thing.  They brought me a bottle of ice-cold water.  I drank part of it and poured the rest on my head.


     Back to the tour.


     “Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky started the Flamingo back in the 1930s.  The Moulin Rouge was a racially-integrated hotel back in 1953, where Black performers could stay.  The Platters.  Joe Lewis.”


     Then back to trudging and taking buses -– back home to the Tuscany hotel.  Turned on the TV before going for a wonderful, cooling swim.  Bad idea.  “There will be another protest march tonight, this time to City Hall….”  No oh!  All I want to do is swim and sleep.  But no.  Duty calls.  Gotta go benefit more sentient beings.  Back on the bus.


     But then the march ended up coming to me.  Sort of.  I got a bird’s eye view of the police forming up ranks — a view from the top deck of the Deuce bus.  Then I got off and was in the thick of it too.  More trudging, however, was involved.


     I must have walked eight miles today.  In 109-degree heat.  But kept on trudging and shouting, “No justice No peace!” for six or eight more blocks. 


Photo-op after photo-op.


     Then I trudged back to Esther’s Kitchen and ordered prawns to go.  Prawns?  They looked more like huge crayfish or giant insects from outer space.  Lots of antennae were involved.  But God they were delicious.  So glad I went to Esther’s a second time.  Served on sourdough bread.  Homemade sourdough bread.


     Eating and trudging.  Trudging and eating.  So good.  Met a nice home-schooled Christian boy at the bus stop.  “I just want to come and be of help,” he said.  Then more trudging.  And then finally back at the hotel.  Who knows what will happen tomorrow.  But I’d made the most of myself again today.


June 4, 2020:  And I continue to have other people’s dreams.  This is probably a good thing.  Don’t ask me why.  “Lost in the Bardo again!” as they said in Tibet.


     In the first dream, I was in a dive bar somewhere and pretending to have a false birthday so I could celebrate and get presents.  Some kid called me out on that.  The second dream was about a wise Indian yogi, a sadhu, whatever.  Lying in state.  A true holy man?  “Nah.  He just passed out after eating too much at the buffet.”


     So.  Now I’m awake.  What to do today?  It’s the first day of the Grand Re-Opening of course.  And then there’s swimming.  I gotta go swimming — at least just once!  And In-N-Out Burgers.  But what can I do to benefit sentient beings the most?  Always a good question.  Always on the top of my list.  Or at least it should be.


     I wonder if there are any haunted hotels in Las Vegas?  Trump Tower?  Definitely.  Where else?  The Flamingo, the Westgate.  0h.  Tupac Shakur was actually shot and killed just two blocks from where I sleep at night.  Wow!  Double wow!  Triple wow!  How historic and haunted (and sad) is that.  And I know just where it happened.  I’m staying in the most haunted place in Vegas and didn’t even know it!


     And my lap swim was refreshing.  And nice.  And now my hair is even clean.  “What next?” I asked a local woman in the pool, a dancer at one of the many Vegas strip joints.


     “The High Roller is always fun.” 


     And also the funeral of George Floyd is on TV.  “Stand with us for eight minutes and 46 seconds.”


4:00 PM:  Now I’ve got my Vegas story hook for sure!  Tupac Shakur!  What a deserted place to die.  Right in the middle of some forlorn tacky street intersection.  With no monument, no memorial, not even any grass.  Even as sad and forlorn as the miserable death of George Floyd.


     2Pak was murdered way back in 1996 — and yet his fans still come and write “R.I.P.” on a lone utility pole at that forlorn intersection.  And on the anniversary of the day he died and on his birthday, they still bring flowers.  This is a shrine.  Assigned to the greatest rap artist ever (sorry, Biggie).


     And yet Bally’s hotel and casino, whose property the utility pole is on, regularly and systematically sends someone out every two or three months to paint over the pole.  That totally pisses me off.


     The freaking Bally’s Hotel is supposed to be haunted, right?  Well I hope that the ghost of Tupac also shows up, haunts the place good and scares away all the customers.  “Huelga!  Huelga!”  Damn the Bally.  That’s cold of them to remove those memorials.  Just cold.  On that one forlorn utility pole, I wrote, “George Floyd, please watch for 2Pak when you get to heaven.”  Surely Tupac will show George around.



     And then I made a reservation for 6:00 pm tonight at Hell’s Kitchen.  Yay!  And then I finally found an In-N-Out Burger at the Flamingo-slash-LINQ mall.  Strawberry milkshakes!  And the burgers of course.  And their famous homemade fries.  Heavenly.  “Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas!”  Today has also been a most productive day — and even I had to admit that In-N-Out Burger’s fries definitely paled in comparison to Hell’s Kitchen’s “pureed potatoes”.  Although In-N-Out fries were one-tenth the price.


     So I splurged at Hell’s Kitchen.  So to shoot me.  Worth every penny in memories.  I got to eat Beef Wellington!  I got to eat sticky-toffee pudding.  I got to meet Chef Christina!  And I also got to take a selfie with her.  Her!  With me!  Perfect night.


     On the way home, I stopped by the Tupac memorial once again and talked to the homeless Black guy who apparently lives there.  “There’s about 5,000 homeless people in Berkeley,” I said.  “How many homeless people are there in Las Vegas?”


     “Around 6,000 in Las Vegas proper -– but about 8,000 in the area surrounding it.”  Yikes.


     I was intrigued by this homeless man because he was clean and obviously well-educated.  I can’t even imagine what his story could be.  He was just casually lounging there in the searing heat, reading Robert Ludlum.  “I also like James Patterson,” he added.


     “I gotta admit that they are really good at plotting their stories but they’re a bit too dark for me.  I like Janet Evanovich.”


     “I like her too,” replied the homeless guy, self-appointed guardian of the Tupac memorial.


     “Would you like to come swim the Tuscany pool?” I asked kindly.


     “No thanks.”


     So I went back to the hotel to watch reruns on TV.


June 5, 2020:   I knew it was too good to be true — that I was all on a roll and everything was going my way.  Off and on all through the night last night, like some cuckoo-clock banshee, a woman in the hallway near my door started screaming.  Every hour on the hour until at least 3:00 am.  Then apparently some first-responders came and dragged her away.


     But it was too late to keep my sleep cycle from being shattered.  I love sleep!  I hate it when my sleep is stolen.  Plus over-indulging on the sticky-toffee pudding didn’t help either.  No dreams.


     Now I gotta drag myself out of bed and go swimming.  Last chance.  No one is allowed to swim in Berkeley.  “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” now applies to swimming pools too?  It’s come to that?  But I did have the lap pool all to myself and it was perfect!  Plus I got a lot of thinking done about what to do next.  Always a plus.


     Boy does travel teach you patience and I learned a little bit more patience during my flight back to SFO — which basically consisted of one whole hour of bump and grind.  Terrifying.  So I started to compose a new will in my head.  Last will and testament.  Sure enough.  That took my mind off of dying.    




      Because I got so pissed off at the mere thought of having to mention various disrespectful family members in my will –- but I guess that they gotta be in there somewhere, according to State of California probate laws.


     Now I’m sitting around the San Francisco airport (still alive, by the way) and waiting for the next BART train home to Berkeley.  I just missed the last train by seconds.  And it’s cold and windy here.  I’m already missing Vegas’ 109-degree heat….

And does the Vaccine cause us to die too?  Looks that way:  

40% more all-cause deaths in younger people?  Could the vaccine have played any role in this startlingly huge death uptick in America’s healthiest age range?  Yikes!

We lose — but who wins?  Follow the money:  

And then there’s always that shell game in Ukra$ne.  Americans lose.  Ukrainians lose.  Russians lose.  The Evil Globalist Bastards win.  Again.
And don’t forget that 21 trillion dollars were stolen right around the time of 9-11:


April 15, 2022

Cowboys & Indians: The first and second Great Resets

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:45 pm
     I just got back from Santa Fe.  Half the women there were over the age of 50, were tall and slim, had long gray hair — and looked just like Georgia O’Keeffe.  Then I looked in the mirror.  Hey, that describes me too!

     At one of the many excellent museums in Santa Fe (or was it Albuquerque), a Native artist exhibited his sketch of an Indian victim of smallpox, America’s very first bioweapon.  How sad.

      Millions of Indians were killed by smallpox, the “Cowboy” disease.  And even more Indians were murdered in all those “Cowboy” wars and/or died on Cowboy-generated reservations after the Native economy was systematically destroyed.  The Indians lost.  The Cowboys won.  America had suffered its first Great Reset.
      And now it’s the Cowboys’ turn to reset.  Plague, warfare, reservations, poverty, economic collapse?  This time the Great Reset is coming for the Cowboys as well.  
      But at least the Indians fought back.
      Today’s cowboys, wimps that they are, simply line up for their jabs, cheer on fake wars, don’t mind that COV$D is a bioweapon, passively watch their economy get shredded and love being held captive on lock-down reservations because it gives them a great excuse to binge-watch Netflix.

      Where are Crazy Horse and Geronimo when we need them?  And heroic Leonard Peltier is still rotting in some grimy Globalist stockade.  Hell, we don’t even have any cowboys any more.  No Annie Oakley, Kit Carson or Calamity Jane to fight off those Evil Globalist Bastards these days.  We don’t even have General Custer — or even Woody from Toy Story


     When the American economy has finally gone the way of the buffalo after having been stripped of all meaning by our Globalist-imposed 40-trillion-dollar debt load, all we will have left to rely on is ourselves.  Perhaps then we will finally saddle up — which is exactly what those Evil Globalist Bastards are afraid of.  And so they are corralling us with vaccine passports and mounting their own cavalry on weaponized space stations.
     Don’t say you haven’t been warned, Ke-mo sah-bee.
Now they gots a whole new bird flu pandemic that only destroys free-range chickens.  Yeah right.  And since COV$D and Ukra$ne aren’t enough to take our minds off of the Great Reset’s blatant robbery of all our money, now they are killing off our ch$ckens too — and calling it b$rd flu

We are being spoon-fed false-flag narratives regarding Bucha.  Yummers!  The true importance of the Bucha false flag: a change of narrative | The Vineyard of the Saker
Clint Eastwood is still a cowboy!  But in a good way.  Love his latest movie:


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March 21, 2022

A short history of Ukraine from both before & after Nuland screwed the pooch

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:39 pm


       I was hanging out in Maidan Square back in 2009, feeding pigeons and playing the tourist, when a local history professor struck up a conversation with me.  “There are three facts that have had a huge impact on modern Ukrainians,” he said.  “First, you need to understand that Ukraine is very old, having first appeared in the seventh century.  Back then it was called Ki-Rus, and it was the birthplace of modern Russia as well.  In 988 AD, Christianity was introduced, as a political decision, because it would served to unite the various tribes here.”
      Then the Mongolians arrived in the thirteenth century.  “Ki-Rus was the last country the Mongols conquered on their way to Europe.  Everything was devastated and it all had to be rebuilt.  Then Lithuanians and Poles took over one-third of Ukraine.
      “Cossacks were men of the borderland and had an ancient democratic tradition, fighting against the Polish empire.  So the second factor here was that the western part of Ukraine was controlled by Poland — and the eastern part was controlled by Russia.  Westerners were Catholics under the Pope.  In the central and eastern parts, the main language was Russian.”  There were a lot of internecine wars after that.

     “The third big factor is the political aspect, the split between pro-European alliances and pro-Russian affinities.  This split has been going on for centuries.  In 1917, the nationalists came to power and declared the Ukrainian People’s Republic, the first time that the word Ukraine was used.  Even though the Republic only lasted a year, it was a beginning.”  Then, as late as 1991, Ukraine actually became independent.

     “After 1991, nothing was working properly, inflation was rampant and many people committed suicide in the face of such uncertainty.  We only got our currency and constitution in 1996.  But in the past 18 years, we have achieved a lot.”
     Given this excellent opportunity, I started grilling the professor further.  “What about economic, political and social issues?”
     “Politicians decide everything here.  From being under only one party during the Communist era, we now have five parties.  But even though they now call themselves democrats, they are the same people who used to be Communists.  Also, as long as you are a member of Parliament, no one can put you in prison.  This sometimes comes in quite handy.  And also you don’t elect members, you only elect parties.  And how you get on the ballot is by buying your slot.”  Same way as in America, especially after that crappy Citizens United verdict.
     “We elect the Parliament for four years and elect the President for five years.  The 2004 Orange Revolution involved a Presidential election.  It had three outcomes.”  With a little help from Victoria Nuland — who cleverly co-opted Ukrainians’ unhappiness with their government and turned it into a pro-NATO coup.
     “Before 2004, all media channels were the same.”  Also just like in America today.  “But now they are more diverse.  Protests were not natural in Ukraine because protestors were sent to Siberia under the old USSR regime.  But ten million people protested in Kiev in 2004.  The old corrupt mindset had been above the rule of law.  We actually thought that the new government would be different.  It wasn’t.”
      People were deeply encouraged by the Orange Revolution — just like Americans were all hopeful that Obama would be different from Bush.  “It’s more interesting now than the old USSR way of life.  It’s almost like going to the circus.”
      “Help me out here,” I said.  “I’m all confused.  Tell me how the Orange Revolution affected the common Ukrainian.”
     “Salaries have dropped 40%.  Less than 1.5% are extremely rich.  12% are middle class.  Over 80% are below the poverty level.  Don’t judge Ukraine by the high standards of Kiev.  Not all of Ukraine looks like this.”  Sounds like America too, especially after the past 735 days of being helplessly locked down.
     “Not everyone here adheres to the rule of law now either.  A city council member got drunk and killed people last year.  The newspapers say that the investigation is ongoing….  Which means that nothing will happen to the corrupt ones.  Some politicians feel that they are un-punishable.”  Sounds like Gates, Schwab, Big Pharma, Trump, Biden and Fauci in 2022.
     “Ukraine also has a central bank.  It’s supposed to have a free market as well but there is much regulation.  The income tax is now 15%.  We also import more than we export and buy more than we sell.”  Sounds like America today too.  “Most people here also go into debt.  The interest rate is 13%.  Metallurgy, chemistry and agriculture are the main industries here now.  Hopefully, Ukraine will start to be the breadbasket of Europe again.”
     “What about social issues?”
      “We have great educational facilities but not any meaningful jobs are available after you get out of school.  And sometimes the knowledge we gain there is not relevant, didn’t give me the job know-how that I needed.”  Ivory tower problems.  Sounds familiar.
     “Education and healthcare are the two excellent services that we inherited from the Soviet Union — but they still work only according to the national budget.  Doctors and teachers are two of the lowest-paying jobs in Ukraine.  Every five years doctors have to prove their qualifications.  It is not a very desirable profession.”  And the doctors in Ukraine also make house calls!  “Hospitals are free but patients may be asked to buy their own medical supplies — and hospital food is terrible.
     “Unemployment is low, 5% approximately, but most jobs are low quality and offer low pay.”  Sound like where the United States is headed too, lucky if you can get a job at McDonalds.  “But the crime rate is also low.  Most victims are non-Ukrainian.”

       I shook the professor’s hand and offered to buy him dinner.  The food at a nearby restaurant was crappy but the professor made for good company and I learned much more about Ukraine, Babi Yar, Chernobyl, the legendary Rabbi Nachman, Hasidic Jews’ annual pilgrimage to the Baal Shem Tov’s grave, local wedding customs, the infamous WW II Nazi occupation and other interesting stuff.

PS:  Here’s a fun trivia fact for next time you’re on Jeopardy.  Because The Ukraine literally means The Borderland, it’s grammatically okay to still call it that just as The Russia means The Oarsmen — so you can call it The Russia too. 


In 2022, Americans should be far more sophisticated than they are.
And Whitney Webb nails it again.  Beware the technocrats who plan to gobble us up.
A Chernobyl firefighter speaks about his experiences there.
And here’s my Web Log report from that time:

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March 18, 2022

Ukraine: Fun with False Flags

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:07 pm


     “If only we can convince the American people that the Russians have just bombed a maternity hospital….”  Doesn’t sound all that hard to do.  Remember how they convinced America that Saddam Hussein was stealing incubator babies?  We can do this.  Let’s wag that dog!
     “If only we can convince the American people that Putin had just bombed Chernobyl….”  Shouldn’t be that hard to do.  Americans still believe that Bush and the Saudis had nothing to do with the Twin Tower bombings — despite all that evidence to the contrary.  Our finest hour.

     “If only we could make America believe that Ukraine is a democracy and not some Nazi supremacist snake pit….”  We can do that.  If they could convince Americans that some poor peasants in black pajamas defending Vietnam from evil colonialists were actually a threat to the entire free world, we can do it again!
      “If only we can sucker Americans into believing that Ukraine is under threat from biological weapons?”  Piece of cake.  We’ve already convinced Americans that our COV$D bioweapon, one with a 0.02% death rate that mostly kills people over age 80 with multiple co-morbidities and/or who are given Remdesivir, is scary enough to close down our entire society for two whole years and to jab our children with an experimental injection that has a 1 in 25 chance of injuring or killing them, right?  We’re on a roll here.

     “Give us a few hours of airtime on the evening news and we can convince Americans of anything.”

Here’s another interesting point of view regarding the Ukra$ne situation:
But the Evil Globalist Bastards have not been having an easy time of it lately.  Push-back against their agenda is making them sort of displeased.
There’s even been several criminal investigations into the COV$D lock-down (welcome to Day 731 of the lock-down)  Grand Jury Day 4 | English
Dr. David Martin is suing a whole bunch of people for being Bad Actors with regard to COV$D:



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March 6, 2022

Test-to-treat: Big Pharma’s latest scheme to price-gouge us for COV$D meds

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:50 pm

      Let’s pretend that you are a medical doctor, a family practitioner, just a local MD who wants to save lives. 

     Let’s pretend that is spring of 2020.
     Now let’s pretend that you’ve told all your COV$D patients that “early treatment saves lives,” gave them all prescriptions for crucial anti-virals like Ivermectin and then happily watched as almost all of them recovered.
      And after you have proudly accomplished all this life-saving goodness, would the result also be that you now run a very high risk of losing your license to practice medicine in the United States?  Duh, yeah.

      Fast-forward two years.  Bootleg Ivermectin is still (illegally) saving lives.  The prospect of receiving eternal booster shots for the rest of our lives has become a favorite target for satire.  One in 25 vaccinated Americans have already suffered adverse side effects and/or death as a result of these shots.  Many Americans are finally starting to listen to real-time data, ignore the lock-downs, toss out the masks, protest the mandates, boycott the jabs and get over the fear.  Big Pharma is starting to lose money.  Pfizer stock has just hit a scary new low on Wall Street.

     What to do?

     In a panic, Big Pharma suddenly starts running adverts on TV that scream at us, “Early treatment saves lives!”  Suddenly Big Pharma finally figures out how to price-gouge anti-virals!  Test-to-treat becomes an actual thing — the only difference being that while Ivermectin has almost no side effects, Big Pharma’s anti-virals have a list of side effects as long as your arm.  Oh well.  If you ain’t sick, then drug companies don’t make any money.  Side effects are their friends.

     Now let’s pretend that you finally get your medical license restored, now that the use of anti-virals is suddenly in vogue.  But you will have to pretend — because it ain’t gonna happen in real life.

And the evening news is also happily lying to us about Ukraine as well.  Yeah those “patriotic victims of Russian aggression” really are neo-Nazis (and our Evil Globalist Bastard overlords are laughing at both Ukraine and Russia — and us — as the EGBs come out winners once again):
     And if it is so easy to cancel all of Russia’s credit cards, bank accounts, internet access, etc. then just think how easy it will be to cancel yours and mine too.  Piece of cake for the EGBs!
Good grief!  Those jabs really do change our DNA!  Does this mean that most Americans are now GMOs?  Yuck!

Whoa!  When forced to reveal the side effects of its jab, Pfizer produced a list that is nine (9) pages long
Guess what, CDC?  “Hoping” is Just not the same as good science:

March 3, 2022

Where are the photos of Palestinian child victims of aggression?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:07 pm

      The evening news shows us a video of a sweet little Ukrainian girl.   “She is a cancer patient and her medication is running out,” the broadcaster tells us.   What about all the sweet little PALESTINIAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little SYRIAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?

      What about all the sweet little IRAQI girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little YEMANI girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little NATIVE AMERICAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little AFGHAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?

      What about all the sweet little CUBAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little LIBYAN girls whose cancer medication has already run out?  What about all the sweet little VIETNAMESE girls whose cancer medication to combat third-generation Agent Orange cancer has also run out?
     What about when your aunt’s cancer meds ran out when she couldn’t pay her medical bills any more?  How come the evening news never tells us about them???

     How come no president in the past 40 years has ever mentioned them in a State of the Union address either?

March 1, 2022

Ukraine & Yemen: The fairy tale continues

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 1:30 pm


     Once upon a time there was a wicked witch disguised as Prince Charming.  “We must save those poor sweet Ukrainian neo-Nazis!” he cried — as real crocodile tears leaked out of his red, white and blue eyes.

     “But what about Yemen?” asked Snow White.  “Millions have been slaughtered there by the Saudis — and most of their victims have been children.  Not to mention the millions of children who have been needlessly slaughtered in Vietnam, Yugoslavia, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Lebanon, Palestine, Wounded Knee, Afghanistan, Africa, Latin America….”
     “Sorry, princess.  It’s just not the same,” replied the witch, brandishing an apple polished by Pfizer.  “Here.  Take a bite.”
     Then Cinderella spoke up.  “I want to see everyone happy!  Not just the rich and famous.”  
     “Oh you poor simple-minded working-class girl,” said the witch.  “Harden your heart.  Get a life.  Learn to hate — and to fear.  Compassion and Love are emotions that Americans just can’t afford.  You’ve been in that attic with those talking mice far too long.  There is money to be made in Ukraine.  There is no money to be made in Yemen.”
     Then Rumpelstiltskin stamped his foot and we Americans all fell through the Debt Ceiling with him.
NATO worked really hard to get Russia to attack Ukraine.  All that work has finally paid off:
Financial rebellion is far easier (and more effective) than violent revolution:
Then there’s that fairy tale about PCR testing:
Insurance companies have noted thousands and thousands of non-COV$D excess deaths lately.  What’s that all about?

February 25, 2022

Shady behavior: Is it illegal to propose a bank run?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:21 pm
     “Who’s your daddy!”  The Federal Reserve is, of course.  Its shady board of directors owns our arses.  Fact.  “But what can we do about it?” you might ask.  “I don’t like anyone owning my arse.”  Too bad for you, shoulda thought of that fifty years ago.  Stop whining.  Let’s move on.
     Justin Trudeau imposed martial law on Canada, all because those pesky truckers were pissed off about getting mandated and locked down.  “80% of us are vaccinated but we still don’t like being told what to do,” said the truckers.
     Trudeau just laughed in their faces.  “Your arses belong to me.”  Uh, no.  Those truckers’ arses belong to the banks.  And True-Dough’s arse belongs to those banks too.  Also a fact.

       But when our boy True-Dude tried to shut down the truckers’ bank accounts, his whole arse-kissing plan got derailed when a bank run resulted.  Over a hundred thousand pissed-off Canadians emptied their bank accounts.  Holy cow, did that piss the bankers off.

      “Don’t never mess with your bankers,” True-Dope learned the hard way when the Evil Globalist Bastards gave him a call on his private phone line, the one that’s even more important than President Biden’s nuclear football.  And then Turd-Dope called off his martial law.
      You gotta love politics.
      But there’s a moral here too, folks.  If we truly want to stop the Federal Reserve’s bull from rampaging though our china shops, all we gotta do is stage a nation-wide bank run.  Actually, the Federal Reserve itself is just one ultra-gigantic bank run.  Why can’t we stage a bank run of our own too?
       “But, Jane,” you might ask, “if I have no money in the bank, how can I order from Amazon?”  We can wean our addiction by starting small — move our money to credit unions.  Let’s drain Chase Bank and Wells Fargo and Bank of America dry like they have been doing to us since forever.  Use cowrie shells instead?  Have fun with it. 

       Revolutions don’t have to be violent.  The best ones are not.

PS:  Speaking of Evil Globalist Bastards, they are at it again with regard to their most best favorite pastime — warmongering.
      Remember that media blitz run-up to the war on Vietnam?  That media-blitz run-up to the war on Yugoslavia, aka wagging the dog?  That media-blitz run-up to the incubator-stealing event in Kuwait called the Gulf War?  That media-blitz run-up to the war on Afghanistan?  That media-blitz run-up to the WMD war on Iraq?  That media-blitz run-up to the war on Syria?  That media-blitz run-up to the war on Libya?  And also a bunch of media-blitz run-ups to proxy wars on Palestine, Lebanon, Iran, Cuba, Venezuela, Etruria, Ethiopia, Yemen, et cetera?
     All of those wars were disasters.  
     But deja vu.  We’re now having a media blitz run-up to a war on Russia — just because those Evil Globalist Bastards want us to.  And now they laugh in our faces as they watch red-blooded Americans happily support those horrid neo-Nazis in Ukraine who have been systematically slaughtering civilians in Donbass for the past eight years.

     Do we need to stage a bank run on Washington DC’s arse-kissers too?


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February 21, 2022

Madam Jane predicts: How to recover from long-haul [economic] COV$D

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:05 pm
     “The COV$D plandemic is basically over,” said Madam Jane this morning as she sat in my kitchen delicately sipping a cold root beer.  “Mother Nature gave us Omicron, everyone in the world caught it and now we are all naturally immune to COV$D.  End of story.”  And our politicians were caught with their pants down again.

      Suave politicians have wasted trillions of our tax-payer dollars on useless face masks, blatantly stupid lock-downs, worthless test kits, Remdesivir (aka run-death-is-near) prescriptions that kill people, booster shots that don’t work and failed experimental injections that mess with our RNA — instead of spending our money on simply making Americans healthier (and happier) so they could resist SARS-CoV-2.  Sadly, however, all that is water under the bridge, stolen money that we will never get back.

      “But in any case, what happens next?” I asked.  “How can America possibly recover from such a nasty case of economic long-haul COV$D?”
     “It can’t.”
      “And that same-old-same-old blind trust in false leaders that got us into this disaster in the first place isn’t gonna get us out of it either,” said Madam Jane.  But what else does she have in mind?  “Send peasants with torches and pitchforks after the Federal Reserve.”  And truckers too!  “Never allow Big Pharma to advertise on TV again.  Make med schools actually teach good nutrition.  Outlaw weedkillers, fake fertilizers, insecticides, chem trails, 5G and processed food.  Become a freaking anti-vaxxer!  Grow organic stuff in our front yards.”
     Ya think that people are actually going to do that?  Fat chance.
     “Next, we need to stop all these phony ‘wars’.  Complete waste of money, lives and resources.  Distracts us from the real issue — those Evil Globalist Bastards who want to brainwash our kids and turn the rest of us into robots — or corpses.”  Stop the evil globalists’ diabolical plan for world conquest?  Too late.
     “Then we need to try to be nice to our neighbors.  Stop harping on petty differences.  These are the people we will have to depend on during the coming economic shite-storm.”  Madam Jane is my neighbor.  What’s in it for me?

     “And we also gotta limit the time we spend on high-tech gadgets, to less than an hour a day.”  That might not be a problem if there’s no electricity left.

     “But what about climate change,” I asked now that Madam Jane was obviously on a roll.
     “Not a problem.  Billionaires started it.  Let them stop it too.  Put their ill-gotten billions to good use cleaning up their own stinking nest, their own shite.  Leave the rest of us out of it.”  If only.  Sometimes Madam Jane is sort of naive.  
      “You just don’t understand,” I said.  “People actually like handing their money and hopes and children and dreams of the future over to those Evil Globalist Bastards.”  Madam Jane did not disagree.  I was kinda hoping that she would.

February 8, 2022

If COV$D isn’t killing people, then what is?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:20 pm


    That thing that is killing us right now?  It’s the exact same thing that has always been killing us, the same thing that killed people back in 2018, 2017 and 2016.  There have suddenly been no dead bodies piled up in the streets since March 2020.  What is killing us now is pretty much the same thing that killed us back in 20,000 BC too.

     People die. That’s what people do. 


     People die — especially obese people with cancer and heart conditions.  People also die in hospitals from kidney failure caused by Remdesivir.  And I’m not even gonna mention any “conspiracy theories” that 5G, GMOs and Round-Up might be slowly bumping us off.  That’s above my pay grade.  That’s for Verison, AT&T, Bill Gates and Monsanto to know — and for the rest of us not to find out.  

     Writing “COV$D” on our death certificates makes death look scary, sure, but that still doesn’t make it true. 
      Wanna avoid being a COV$D statistic?  Eat organic, keep away from junk food, take your vitamins, breath fresh air, limit computer time, exercise — and don’t believe anything you hear on the evening news.  Oh, and don’t ever get old either!  Being old is a sure cause of death.
PS:  It might be a good idea to avoid any gene-therapy experimental injections as well.  Wait a few years.  See who dies and who doesn’t.  It’s never fun to become a statistic in a drug trial.

Dr. Sam Bailey spells it out brilliantly:

What?  SAR$ isn’t a virus?  Who knew?  Scientists did: 

Then there’s always air pollution that is causing us to die off.  And water pollution.  And…

And does the Vaccine cause us to die too?  Looks that way:  

40% more all-cause deaths in younger people?  Could the vaccine have played any role in this startlingly huge death uptick in America’s healthiest age range?  Yikes!

We lose — but who wins?  Follow the money: 

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