Why They Drink The Kool-Aid

So let's say you work as an ad man.  You've got the account of a lifetime selling tooth decay and Type II Diabetes to children across The Fruited Plane in the form of sugar water with just a smidge of chemical artificial flavoring.  This account is easily your firm's biggest cash cow and the advertising all but writes itself.  Life is good on Easy Street.  What could possibly go wrong?

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Nov. 18 marked the 40th anniversary of the mass murder-suicide of more than 900 people. Most of them were Americans who were members of a California-based cult called the Peoples Temple of the Disciples of Christ, run by the Rev. Jim Jones, and most died by drinking cyanide-laced Flavor Aid, which led to the Kool-Aid saying.  It became known as the Jonestown massacre. Until 9/11, it was the largest loss of American citizens in a single incident. 

Bummer, Dude!  Here  our hypothetical advertising account exec had the gig of a lifetime.  Now snarky 12 Year-Olds are mocking his meal ticket by saying "Hey, pass the bug juice!."  Make our advertising guy solipsistic enough, and he could even ask himself.  "How could The Jonestown Massacre happen to me?"  Therein lies an interesting tale.

Cult leaders arise in a vacuum created by a breakdown of social institutions that provide average people with enough meaning and acceptance to get over being very insignificant and average.  People who can see a complete circle of life and feel like even their small and generally invisible role accomplishes something good; don't drink the Kool-Aid.  They give thanks the last Thursday in November. 

While sitting on the sofa, eating egg rolls fried up on the back porch, and helping dad send a few of the most recent homebrews off to Valhalla while members of The Detroit Lions physically wreck their bodies on TV; trouble doesn't seem like it can find you.  Perhaps it's the particular amino acid in the big, fat bird.  Maybe it's seeing three generations of the same family under one roof and in at least temporary harmony.  It lets a person drop his guard and just relax in the temporary respite from despite and discontent.

But getting back to The Rev Jim Jones.  Imagine if you will a place where all the social rewards have been deliberately stripped.  Not only stripped, but maliciously nuked from close-earth orbit.  You would have discord.  You would suffer entropy.  It would be a cold and dying world like the product of a Science-Fiction dystopia.  Imagine Haight-Ashbury after the Visigoth Holiday known as The Summer of Love ran out of cheap dope and free beer. 

People will go unfulfilled without a valid membership in something.  By something, I mean something more meaningful and personally defining than say The Barney Noble's Book of The Month Club endorsed by Oprah!  When there is nothing decent or sane to join, the deprogrammed NPC is just waiting there for the porn industry or the crazies.  The people Rev Jones began victimizing; first in Indianapolis, then in Gamorrah by The Pacific, would have been happier in the end if Jim Jones had been a porn director.  Instead he was truly the sickest of sick little puppies.

“I thought Jimmy was a really weird kid,” Jones’ childhood friend Chuck Wilmore recalled in the 2006 documentary Jonestown: The Life and Death of Peoples Temple. “He was obsessed with religion; he was obsessed with death. A friend of mine told me that he saw Jimmy kill a cat with a knife.” According to Jeff Guinn’s book, The Road to Jonestown, Jones also had an early fascination with Adolf Hitler. “When Hitler committed suicide in April 1945, thwarting enemies who sought to capture and humiliate him, Jimmy was impressed,” he wrote.

One thing psychologists know about violent children who grow into truly evil adults is that they work their way up the scale, so to speak.  They practice animal cruelty as a gateway to going after human beings.  Jones admired the power that charismatic religious figures could have over a mass of people.  This appealed to his self-worship and his drive for power.  He didn't find a church who would invite him in, so he started his own - The People's Temple.

Peoples Temple began in the 1950s in Indianapolis, Indiana under the leadership of Jim Jones. Jones and his followers engaged in numerous activities to help the poor. In addition, they made racial integration central to their work and mission. The church affiliated with the Disciples of Christ denomination while in Indianapolis. In 1965 Jones, his wife Marceline, their “rainbow family” of adopted children, and about 70 followers moved to northern California in search of a place which might be safe in the event of a nuclear war. 

Indianapolis apparently lacked the requisite mass of deracinated failures to people his new empire of deluded, brainwashed loserdom.  He went to where the weird go pro.  He went to California.  Here he did better.  In his salad days, The People's Temple flourished in both numbers and influence.

For the years between 1965 and 1977, when the group thrived in California, the numbers to be considered are these: There were upwards of 2000 members (including children) who were committed enough to the cause and who wanted to go to Guyana that they had passport photos and filled out application forms. There were between 4800 and 5000 photos of people (again, including children) who were committed enough that they gave the Temple their vital statistics for membership cards, including such things as pledges for stewardship, home addresses and phone number, etc. And when Jim Jones and other leaders said that between 16,000 to 20,000 people (both numbers are used) passed through the doorway of Peoples Temple at one point or another – even if it was to leave before the first service was over – the range does not seem to be an exaggeration.

Like will typically attract like.  You attract what you believe in and think about in your mind.  You will get what you ask for in accordance with The Law of Attraction.  Jones wanted power and he attracted the politically ambitious Democratic politicians of 1970's San Francisco.  His motivated NPC army provided "political services" for George Moscone's mayoral campaign.

A meeting was set up between Jones and Moscone in the office of Don Bradley, the candidate’s veteran campaign manager. Bradley was initially cautious. “I was a little leery we were getting into something like the Moonies,” he later recalled. But after he looked into the temple’s campaign history and saw how effective it was in delivering victories, Bradley enthusiastically embraced Jones’s volunteer army. Nearly 200 temple members showed up at Moscone headquarters, fanning out to campaign in some of the city’s toughest neighborhoods, and helping the candidate finish first in the November 1975 election.

In the December runoff between Moscone and Barbagelata, Peoples Temple went even further to secure victory for its candidate. On the eve of the election, Jones filled buses with temple members in Redwood Valley and Los Angeles and shuttled them to San Francisco. Security at polling places was lax on Election Day, and many nonresidents were able to cast their ballots for Moscone, some more than once. “You could have run around to 1200 precincts and voted 1200 times,” said a bitter Barbagelata later, after losing by a whisper of a margin. But he was not the only one who claimed that the Peoples Temple stole the election for George Moscone. Temple leaders also claimed credit.

“We loaded up all 13 of our buses with maybe 70 people on each bus, and we had those buses rolling nonstop up and down the coast into San Francisco the day before the election,” recalled Jim Jones Jr. “We had people going from precinct to precinct to vote. So could we have been the force that tipped the election to Moscone? Absolutely! Slam dunk. He only won by 4,000 votes. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to give my father credit for that. I think he did the right thing. George Moscone was a good person; he wanted what was best for San Francisco.”

Jimmy Carter, Walter Mondale, Willie Brown, Jerry Brown (no relation to Willie), Dianne Feinstein, and Gay Ghandi himself; Harvey Milk all paid their respects to The People's Temple.  This is subconscious recognition of what Leftist politics are truly about.  Absolute power.  Absolute worship of the sovereign dictator.  The end state of Socialism is always death, and death would come for Rev Jones and his followers, when the reverend could no longer tolerate what few restraints even San Francisco would place on his idolatrous self-worship. 

It was time for him to move to Guyana.  Here he founded an agricultural commune which he used as a personal harem and drug-shooting gallery.  It eventually attracted the attention of a US Congressman who discovered this mess and was about to go public.  Jones' crazy followers shot the Congressman.  Jones panicked and served cyanide-laced Flavor-Aide to his brainless, lost followers.  The dummies drank it and tragedy ensued.  But at least The Reverend died with the cool-looking sun glasses on.

This is only possible when human beings are completely disconnected from who they are and where they come from.  This is only possible when diversity and modernity are shoved down our throats like a rape-dick.  This is only possible when there is no culture, no identity, no love of one's own phenotype allowed.  Those mentally dead followers of The People's Temple had swallowed the All-Amerikan Kool-Aid which had poisoned their brains and souls years prior to Jones' demonic mockery of Christs' Last Supper.  So why did they drink The Kool-Aid? Because thanks to Amerikan Crowdism, they already had. Jones' poisoning just made it all official.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Dead Conservatives

The limited good that cuckservatives do is buried with their bones.  Their insidious ability to undermine the most rightward functioning Conservative lives on past their demise.  Kurt Schliter explains how this Cucking form The Great Beyond works.

“If only the Republican Party were dominated by a Republican like [Insert Name of Dead Republican Here] instead of that awful, awful Trump!” they sobbed as they shed their crock-adile tears, because it was a crock. There’s never going to be a Republican with a pulse who is not Der Führer reborn. Not McCain. Not Mitt. Not Bush 1.0 or 2.0. And Jeb!, had he become 3.0, would have been Hitler too. 

Back during the run-up to the 2012 Election pitting Glorious Saint Barack against Mitt Wolfenstein Rommel, my not quite left of  Hugo-Chavez sister sent me a snarky email making the rounds in the Richmond, VA Libertardation People's Commune.  It described the sort of Republican *they* would be proud to support.  He was a man who knew the limits of the role a military should have in our society.  He was also willing to send this military into any community who failed to realize how vital Civil Rights were.  (They really managed to put these two bullet points in the same email).  He built great infrastructure projects whenever his nation needed stimulus.  (Note the 2012 time period this was circulated).  He was a modest man who didn't need to put his family on display at all times and talk about the superiority of his values. 

He was, of course, dead.  He was Dwight David Eisenhower and according to the fiddle-fork who composed this nonsensical missive, he was the last *good* Republican.  Things were so much better and more bipartisan back then.  Just ask outgoing Democrat President Harry Truman.

So we now get a similar revisionist hagiography for Evil Amerikan Emperor, Bush I.  Bush I was a waddling point source of Cuck-Flatulence while alive.  The term Voodoo-Economics was used throught the 1980 Election Season as a battering ram against Ronald Reagan.  It didn't come from any Democratic Party Mouth of Sauron.  It was George Bush's degenerative semantic from the earlier primary season.  Yet rather than being struck from the roster of acceptable Conservatives and sent to wither in the void with condign wailing and gnashing of false teeth, Bush I was appointed Reagan's VP. 

Bush I came to power and proceeded to formulate the NAFTA Treaty Donald J. Trump ran for president in part to destroy on behalf of a greatful nation.  He coined the term New World Order and really did make Amerika the world's police officer.  Lucky Us!  So there really was much for the Globalist Liberals to love about Bush I.  You'll hear these hosannas because, you know, he's that different from current Republican President Donald J. Trump.

What were things like when the Bush's were still capable of wielding influence and actually winning votes?  Different.  We'll start with how the media reported on Bush I's dad, Senator Prescott Bush back in 2004. 

George (W) Bush's grandfather, the late US senator Prescott Bush, was a director and shareholder of companies that profited from their involvement with the financial backers of Nazi Germany.  The Guardian has obtained confirmation from newly discovered files in the US National Archives that a firm of which Prescott Bush was a director was involved with the financial architects of Nazism.  His business dealings, which continued until his company's assets were seized in 1942 under the Trading with the Enemy Act, has led more than 60 years later to a civil action for damages being brought in Germany against the Bush family by two former slave labourers at Auschwitz and to a hum of pre-election controversy.

When the Left is running against you, they run stories about the poor, humble proletarians that Grampa helped lock up in Auschwitz.  Damn, I wish I was good enough to make this sort of crap up!  I guess the poor schmucks Bush I's daddy gleefully stuffed in Treblinka were unavailable for comment.

And then there was what Bill Clinton and Upstart Al had to say about Bush I in 1992.  "He has driven the wagon into the ditch!" Claimed the up-jumped hick from Carthage, TN.  Bill Clinton proclaimed that "Those without Vision shall Perish!"  And what was the deal with H. Ross Perot's anti-Bush jihad?  All of this was directed at stopping him while Bush I lived.  Now that he's dead?


Let the hypocriscy make 1,000 buzzards upchuck.  Joy Behar was just glad he was nice Republican.  You know, not at all like somebody else they are having to politically joust in the present.  Indeed the road to hell is paved with dead Conservatives.

Remember The Maine, Screw The Media

Thomas Jefferson once famouly remarked he would rather have newspapers without government rather than government without newspapers.  He predated George Orwell, and can therefore be given a pass for not understanding that newspapers were nothing more than another arm of the meddlesome cuddlefish of empire.  One wonders what TJ would have made of William Randolph Hearst's iniquitous role in instigating The Spanish American War.

Well, our “muscle” sat there in the harbor for a couple of weeks until, tragically, it blew up along with 200 of its sailors. Immediately the American newspapers put forth the story that the Spaniards had treacherously used a mine to destroy the ship. Hence the headlines: “Remember the Maine!”....So—“Remember the Maine”—remember? Well, the thing is, it wasn’t blown up by a mine at all. Most experts now agree that the cause of the fateful explosion was a fire in a coal bunker. Yes, our old friend coal. It was big in 1898. Sure glad we’ve moved on from the stuff here in the “modern” world. The slowly growing fire in one of the battleship’s coal bunkers eventually ignited the ship’s powder stores. Boom! War! History!

So a major media outlet ran early with an incorrect version of a story.  They did so in full knowledge of the fact that it just so happened to support what they and their buddies wanted to see happen next.  Spain was sent packing from Cuba and we got to exploit it instead.  Teddy got his Bully Little War and The Legend of The Rough Riders spread like a pernicious Spanish Flu bug.  Another piece of the American Republic had died and was now replaced by The Amerikan Empire.  Journalism with a mission had impelled governance and events rather than merely reporting upon them. 

The good news is as that we learned from all of that and "Yellow Journalism" is regarded as a scourge.  I kid.  It's decried in the manner that !RACISM! is right before the virtue-signaler blames all evil on The White Man the way peasants in Beowulf blamed their woes upon The Grendel. So it is with justified suspicion that I view the following with the skepticism of a seedy gumshoe asking "What's their angle, anyway?"

A migrant family, part of a caravan of thousands traveling from Central America en route to the United States, runs away from tear gas in front of the U.S.-Mexico border wall in Tijuana, Mexico.

(??: Kim Kyung-Hoon/Reuters) pic.twitter.com/pz7hkxsN9g
— NBC News (@NBCNews) November 25, 2018

Then, predictably, the mantra began that the United States is "gassing babies."...

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If gassing babies was so bad, then I fail to comprehend how Barack Obama avoided impeachment.  The US Border Patrol passed the gasses to the teeming masses about 80 times during his enlightened and liberal reign over the empire.  The Washington Times attempts to reabilitate his laughably homosexual Beta-Male image with the following reporting.

U.S. Customs and Border Protection has used 2-chlorobenzylidene malononitrile, or CS, since 2010, and deployed it 26 times in fiscal 2012 and 27 times in 2013. The use dropped after that, but was still deployed three times in 2016, Mr. Obama’s final full year in office.  Use of CS rose again in fiscal 2017, which was split between Mr. Obama and Mr. Trump, and reached 29 deployments in fiscal 2018, which ended two months ago, according to CBP data seen by The Washington Times.  Border authorities also use another agent, pepper spray, frequently — including a decade-high record of 151 instances in 2013, also under Mr. Obama. Pepper spray, officially known as Pava Capsaicin, was used 43 times in fiscal year 2018, according to the CBP numbers.  The data poses a challenge to the current anger over the Border Patrol’s use of tear gas Sunday to prevent a mob from busting through sections of old border fence in California.  Critics, including Latin American leaders, immigrant-rights advocates and congressional Democrats, have said use of tear gas is “un-American.”

No wonder John McCain and Mitt Romney had no prayer!  The only thing missing was the mortar barrage using VXII-tipped nuerotoxin rounds.  If Trump's use of the bug juice reminds Alexandra Ocasio-Crazy of Auschwitz, then Barack Ostengropenfuhrer Obama must have her dreaming at night of being ravished by viscious Nazi gaulighters.  It may only be a fever-dream, but apparantly the PTSD it gives her is for real.  Using gas on border-crashers is un-American, dammit!  Isn't un-American what the left voted for twice with Barack Obama?

So why, whines the Cuckservative Catamite, does Barack Obama get to serve up the Jim Jones Kool-Aid at San Yisidro and not face harsher criticism, while Donald Trump does it once and get accussed of being Josef Mengele without the Evil Genious IQ?  The answer to that one is "Umm, duh!!"  The media couldn't just put their thumb on the scale.  They've totally sat on it.  Remember The Maine and screw the media!  They are utterly invested in the business of lying to us all.

What Really Backs A Fiat Currency

OK.  You've signed up for that Econ class on Money and Banking that will make you a millionaire.  It's the end of the semester, along about Christmas Break.  You've taken the notes, reviewed the notes, popped the No-Doze, drank the Red Bull (sans Vodka for once); and are now off to your final exam.  Question number one reads something like this: "An evil James Bond Villian, Goldfinger devised an iniquitous plot to destroy the USA by robbing all the gold from Ft. Knox and killing the economy.  Explain in the context of what a fiat currency is, why this plot could no longer work after The Nixon Presidency." 

The US National Depository, Ft. Knox 

Mustering the fine art of scholarly regurgitation; you make moves that do Ex-lax and Metamucil both proud.  The answer centers around what Progressive economists see as the evolution of money beyond any dependence upon what John Maynard Keynes once dismissively described as "The Barbarous Relic." Hard money, backed by a store of valuable metallic specie, was necessary in unenlightened times when peasants were too crazy to properly trust the government.  A Pound Sterling Note at least theoretically obligated Her Majesty's Exchequer to honor the note as a claim to an agreed upon amount of Sterling Silver.  This, in turn, limited either the value of a unit of currency or the amount thereof in circulation.  If the Welshmen couldn't bludgeon the blasted hills into a higher yield of specie, Her Majesty could just bloody well do without a couple of extra scones to go with her high tea.

It also required that the government, at least theoretically, maintain a reservoir of precious metals on hand to honor claims made against the promisary value implicit to all issued notes of currency.  In Her Majesty's upstart, rebellious colonies across The Atlantic, this store of value consisted of Gold Bullion held under armed guards at the National Depository.  The Depository is located at Ft. Knox and, as legend has it; is accessable by vehicle via Gold Vault Road.

Barbarous or not, detaching the value of the currency from the physical limitaitons of our gold mining industry renders the gold inside Amerika's National Depository something of a quaint and loveable national relic.  More importantly to the progressive economist, it allows the government to determine what a good money supply would look like.  It can then manage the size and liquidity composition thereof via a vast gallimauphrey of boring and obscure debt tranactions with banks and other governments.  All of this retains value based on some purple and pink unicorn known as the "The Full Faith and Credit of The United States Government."  Thus, even if Goldfinger pinched a big pile of our actual gold, the currency would still grind on, and on, and on ad infinitum.  This is because Fiat Currency is currency that a goverment says has value. 

Government had essentially walked to the edge of a cliff.  It now had options in terms of policy and power that Phillip Augustus never would have dreamed possible.  The government not only owned the mint, they could produce regardless of whether they had value to back the issue or not.  I keep looking for the bank or credit union offering a similar type of checking account.  It all works like magic.  As long as you and I believe in magic. 

If governments had walked to the edge of the cliff on what made money valuable, it took a few Libertarians would could sling an algorithm to not trust The Man and walk right over the edge.  Once the blockchain became mathematically solvable with finite, unique, and idempotent solutions, the cryptocurrency was born.  The units of issue for a cryptocurrency consist of these unique solution points to whatever blockchain is being worked.  The value occurs when users pay pre-existing monies in return for the ownership rights to a particular solution point.  If I were to willing fork over $10 to hold the rights and won that particular auction, that particular solution point would become the digital equivalent of a $10 Bill. 

This $10 Bill may or may not really fulfill the purpose and mission of money.  A valid money (again from The Money and Banking Class that was supposed to have me farting through silk) serves 3 purposes.  It is a store of value.  This means the digital $10 Bill will actually stay worth $10 over some time horizon greater than the time horizon I personally require for that particular Bitcoin to be worth $10.  A perfectly valid money is a universal medium of exchange.  The money has to acceptable to anyone anywhere I would do business - in meatspace or cyber. A valid money is a unit of account.  If I have 25 Blockchain solutions on the thumb drive in my vest pocket, and you know that to be the case, you should be able to multiply in your head and easily determine how much cash I have on the thumb drive.  Taxes and fees should be payable in Bitcoin with perfect understanding by all parties involved of exactly how much value has been ceded or received.

This is where the cryptocurrency revolution meets with the Empirical Death Star.  Bitcoin cannot be a unit of accounting if different solutions to an identical blockchain are traded for different values on different days.  The dollar fluctuates on the currency markets, but it doesn't fluctuate when you and I trade them back and forth.  The buyers and sellers in a dollar-denominated transaction can and probably will inflate or deflate their bid and ask prices based upon what they believe a dollar should be worth.  The dollar, however remains constant.  Differences in the perception of that constant are what make dog fights and option trades more fun.

So $25 in my vest pocket means something that we pretty much agree upon.  My thumb drive with 25 different blockchain solutions might as well be a cypher.  This brings us to the 2nd failure of cryptocurrency as a legitimate money.  Nobody who doesn't like risking it for the sake of just risking it will accept my 25 blockchain solutions as a medium of exchange.  It requires different sized piles of dollar bills to buy a Snickers Bar or a Toyota Highlander.  However, both Toyota and Bubba's Quick Stop are always going to take the dollar.  I'm trying my fortunes if I try to pay at either place with my handy thumbdrive with 25 Blockchain solutions. If nobody can take the blockchain solution and there is no standard to evaluate and enumerate the worth of the blockchain, it can't therefore store value. 

Thus, like any other failed currency such as the Thai Bhat of Soros infamy, Bitcoin became an exotic investment vehicle rather than a legitimate money.  Then began the roller-coaster ride.  John Crudele of The New York Post takes his guess as to the final destination.

I predicted a number of times that bitcoin would eventually be worth $0. On the day that column was published, bitcoin was selling for $15,144. That was below the $19,650 peak it reached on Dec. 16, 2017.  Over this past weekend, the price had fallen to just $3,600, which is still $3,600 too much.  Since its peak, bitcoin has lost about $700 billion in value. Think of it this way: The early participants in this pyramid have made a lot of money, but other people have lost $700 billion of their money in less than a year.  What caused that price decline? Nothing. That’s the same reason why bitcoin was once worth $19,650, or $15,144, or any amount....

So here we have a currency that is essentially worth what an auction result says its worth and nothing else.  There is nothing in a vault being guarded by burly and aggressive soldiers to back it up.  It traded openly as a currency and it has seemingly retraced the Flight of Icarus.  All that's missing is the ugly faceplant followed by the splash.  Next month the US Treasury is going to auction off a big load of bonds.  The value of the USD will fluctuate in part, based upon the results of that auction. 

There are only two things preventing that auction from setting the value of the currency in your wallet.  First, the UST can alter the supply of money to enhance or retard the impact of the auction results on the pricing of currency.  Secondly, the IRS, FBI and a myriad of other highly unpleasant tentacles of the USG can make you accept the USD as a theoretically valid money.  Otherwise, what Jazz Shaw writes here would be frightening truth.

There is one area where I would take exception with the author’s description, though, and that’s the comparison to other mediums of exchange with perceived value. Take the US dollar for example. Particularly since the time that it was completely unlocked from the value of gold and silver held by the government, our dollar is also more of an “idea” than a thing with measurable, substantive value. Sure, you can tie the value of the dollar to our GDP or whatever you like, but it gets traded largely based on how strong people believe the US economy is. When bad news rocks the headlines, the dollar grows weaker.

Not to Black Pill Jazz while he attempts to Red Pill me, but here goes.  Remember that happy phase "Full Faith and Credit of The US Government."  It's a bit like The Ministry of Love from the Orwell novel.  The US Government retains full faith and credit based on one thing and one thing only.  It retains the ability to pretty much smash anyone that says otherwise.  A Fiat Currency is only as valuable as its issuer is lethal and willing to employ that lethality on behalf of the currency-holder.  Am I the only one who finds that proposition considerably more barbaric than the barberous relic that cheesed-off Sir Maynard-Keynes?