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: 

February 4, 2022

War correspondent: Keeping eyes on the Middle East — and America too

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:48 pm

     “Keep up, Jane,” you might be thinking right now.  “The real threat of war is coming from Ukraine, not the Middle East.”  That’s not true.  Hey, I’m a war correspondent.  Surely I should know a “war” when I see one.  And what is the main difference between victory and defeat in any war?  Courage.

     Let’s review:

     Palestinians are still fighting back against being brutally oppressed — and they’ve been courageously fighting back against this brutal oppression for the past 75 years, longer than most Americans have even been alive.

     It took GWB’s “Coalition of the Willing” almost a decade to subdue Iraq.  Even so, that mission was never accomplished.  Not really.  I know.  I was there.
     Now let’s talk about Afghanistan, the graveyard of empires.  You gotta hate the Taliban — but at least they fought back.
     Iran?  Lebanon?  Syria?  These countries don’t take no shite.  I’ve been there too, met Hezbollah fighters, even met President Assad himself.  Been all over Iran.  These are people who fight back.  They protect their families.  They protect their homes.  They protect their countries, their cultures, their children.
     I’ve spent years trying to get into Yemen, another country made of brave people who fight back against insanely incredible odds.  “Give me liberty or give me death!”
     And then there’s America.  Yep, now I’m a war correspondent here too.  What a joke.  Big Tech, Big Pharma and their Evil Globalist Bastard allies have already won their sleazy war on America — without even firing a shot.  “Move along, there’s nothing to report here.”  

     Americans have been voluntarily cowering timidly in lock-down and shutting down their businesses and inoculating their children with experimental drugs for almost two years now while Dr. Fasci happily toys with our lives and Bill Gates plots our de-population like they were Lyutsifer Safin and his mad scientist cohort in No Time to Die

     You gotta give people in the Middle East snaps for fighting back against wave after wave of invasion.  But Americans?  We’d rather give it up to Big Tech and Big Pharma than possibly risk even the thought of missing our cat videos, mussing our fade or breaking a nail.

     Being a war correspondent in America is freaking hard work.  Who wants to cover a debacle, a rout?  Not me.  I don’t even get to wear my flak jacket.

February 3, 2022


Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 5:36 pm

      I just watched the most recent James Bond movie — wherein a mad scientist and an Evil Globalist Bastard release a deadly virus on the world in order to decrease global population and gain tyrannical power.  Sound familiar?  

      All you gotta do is replace the mad scientist with Dr. Fasci and visualize Klaus Schwab as the Evil Globalist Bastard and you got a perfect description of what our last two years here on planet Earth looked like.   

     Only difference?  

WHERE is James Bond when we need him the most!

February 1, 2022

Tear & Compare: The Vaccine vs. Vitamin D

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:23 pm

Tear & Compare: The Vaccine vs. Vitamin D

     PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY no one is comparing the costs and benefits of getting Vaccinated with the costs and benefits of simply taking 5000 units of vitamin D every day?
1.   NO ONE has overdosed or died from vitamin D.  Over 30,000 people have died from The Vaccine.
2.   No one has been injured by taking vitamin D.   Over 100,000 people have been injured by The Vaccine.
3.  No vaccine has kept us from catching Omicron.  NO ONE with proper vitamin D levels has ever died from any form of COV$D.
4.  Vitamin D will actually lessen any symptoms of COV$D.  Vaccine manufacturers only tell us that The Vaccine will do this.
5.  Vaccines cost so much that they are ruining our economy.  You can get a whole bottle of vitamin D for less than $5 — or else just sit out in the freaking sunshine.

January 26, 2022

Schrodinger’s cat: Living in the dual reality of COV$D

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:53 pm
     Raise your hand if you’ve heard of Ervin Schrodinger’s famous cat-in-the-box experiment.  Is the cat alive or dead?  You can never know until you open the box.

     The same thing is true about COV$D.  For the past 684 days, the evening news has constantly warned us to be afraid.  “Be very afraid.”  According to our TV talking heads, people are dying like flies.  This is one reality.  The cat in the box is dead.

     And the evening news constantly tells us over and over again that the only solution to this reality is to get tested constantly, wear N95 masks everywhere and to get yet another lipid nano-particle spike-protein jab ASAP.
     Meanwhile, the reality that I myself live in is totally different.  In my reality, only 0.07% of people contracting COV$D actually die, based on actual data supplied by my local county public health department, and also that almost all of those dead people were over age 80, already had several co-morbidities and were on death’s door anyway.   
     And in my data-driven reality, the list of those who are injured or die from the vaccine just keeps on piling up — no matter how much the CDC tries to hide the actual science.  Who knows how many more will be on this list two or three years from now.  Big Pharma’s vaccine gift to us just keeps on giving.  My COVID reality is sadder than I can handle without having nightmares.
     But which reality is correct?
     We will never know until the true actual data is revealed and Schrodinger actually opens his COV$D box.  However, Big Pharma has just requested that Schrodinger’s COV$D box not be opened for another 55 years, and social media keeps censoring us like we were back in Germany in 1936.  I myself postulate, however, that this COV$D box needs to be opened right now.
PS:  Speaking of quantum mechanics, transparency is always a good thing in a democracy.  Why can’t we open any of Schrodinger’s other boxes as well?  
     For instance why can’t we open that box containing the data regarding who murdered JFK?  Or the data box about whether or not Syria used chemical weapons (Spoiler alert:  It did not).  Or how about opening the box that contains what actually happened on 9-11?  Or whether or not Bush-slash-Obama-slash-Trump-slash-Biden are trying to gin up yet another “war” in Venezuela-slash-Ukraine-slash-Yemen-slash-Palestine-slash-Kazakhstan-Russia-slash-China in order to keep our minds off trying to open the box containing Schrodinger’s COV$D dead cat.


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