Neocon Traitor John McCain posing with ISIS Christian killers on Memorial Day.
ISIS was aided and abetted by Bill Kristol and the rest of the Neocon War Party in Syria, and then sent in to Iraq to provide pretexts for re-invasion.
MEK is ISIS. ISIS is MEK. ISIS and MEK are the creatures of the Neocons.
Surely, if ISIS is beheading Christians in Iraq, if the Christian response is to not turn the other cheek as Christ instructed, but to start bombing, then it would be fair to say these Neocon Traitors should be beheaded in The Capitol Mall, right in front of The Lincoln Memorial?
Having enjoyed several of Jon Krakauer’s books, including INTO THE WILD and UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN, I expected INTO THIN AIR would provide more of the same–a well researched and thought-provoking explorations of a subject matter not commonly scrutinized carefully. Krakauer brings a moral objectivity to books, and allows the reader to form an opinion based on an internal process. INTO THIN AIR departs from this formula in a dramatic way.
On the surface, this books derives from the literary tradition of George Plimpton and Ernest Hemingway, in which a writer immerses himself in an activity and then writes about. INTO THIN AIR goes way past this.
I will encapsulate. The writer, Jon Krakauer, an avid but small time hobbyist mountaineer, gets a chance to go for the ultimate mountaineering laurels–the conquest of Mount Everest. Everest is the highest in the world, the most storied, what every idiot, including myself, thinks of when mountaineering is discussed. Pro mountaineers are savvy enough to be more impressed by other mountains, but for everyone else, Everest has the most cachet.
Jon is supposed to get a free trip up the mountain for writing an article about his experience, which is no small thing. I would say an assault on Everest costs about a hundred grand, factoring in fees, plane tickets, time missed from work, and equipment, and I probably lowballing this. Except Krakauer’s trip is anything but free.
His Everest expedition got hit by a freak storm when most of them were on top of Everest, or close enough as to make no difference. What follows is a morality play, as people try to choose between personal survival and kumbaya camaraderie as best they can. “Above 8000 meters is not a place where people can afford morality,” as one climber explains about the region known as The Death Zone.”
There are heroes. The IMAX film team up there for some reason survives the book fairly well. I’m going to try to watch the movie they were making.
Socialite Sandy Pittman does not fare so well.
What the heck was she doing on Everest? I finally got the gag you hear about Everest climbers, when they say disparagingly “the Sherpas had to carry him up Everest.” Still, if not for the freak storm, Pittman would be another F List celebrity I was blissfully unaware of. She had some bad luck with the weather. All the deaths on that ascent garnered way too much publicity and attention, and her behavior was perhaps overly scrutinized and blamed. Krakauer is a bit merciless with her, possibly even trying to deflect some blame.
This brings me back to the central point of why this is such a different Krakauer book. On the one hand, it’s almost lucky there was a disaster on his ascent, because it made the book so darn interesting. On the other, Jon seems to sincerely wish this were not the case. He’s having a form of PTSD about the whole thing, and the book served as therapy and an Apologia. Jon seeks to justify his actions to his readers, people who for the most part have never had to deal with Boolean Morality.
What I came away with is how human the whole thing is. Adventurous thrill seekers suddenly get wake up call from Reality, and find out, in a sense, that they are nothing special, and are going to die someday, possibly within the hour, if they don’t make some unpleasant choices and face some unpleasant truths. They choose to save themselves, and then need to justify this after the fact. None of them signed anything saying they would sacrifice themselves to save others on the ascent, but they still need to justify themselves for doing what 95% of us would do.
The disaster saves the book from what would be just another sojourn into Victimization Literature, the Oprah inspired genre where people recite a litany of personal misfortunes in prose, and this means we are supposed to like them. If not for the disastrous weather, Krakauer’s victims would have been complaining about the callouses they got from wearing their brand new crampons on their adventure to the expensive Himalayan summer camp, a sort of Outward Bound for adult millionaires. I mean, on a good day, any reasonably fit, motivated person with some training and some personal courage can climb Everest, but nobody forces them to climb.
Only one unmitigated shining star emerges from this book. Beck, the Texas doctor, comes across heroically as the person who realized nobody was going to save him but himself. Passed over three times by rescue teams, he rose and walked down the mountain under his own power. Nobody even helped this badly frostbitten man secure his tent back at camp. One wonders if his teammates, Alpenstock Liberals, I would imagine, secretly wanted this Texan, who apparently subscribed to the Austrian School of Economics, to die, lest the story of this 1996 ascent would become a parable about the failure of Liberalism in The Death Zone. Call me crazy, but Beck made a perfectly accurate criticism of the notion that raising the minimum wage inevitably increases the standard of living of the working class to Krakauer at a dinner table in the beginning of the book, and then Jon abandons him as eagerly on Everest as Peter abandoned Christ in Jerusalem. Most people, including Liberals, honestly believe we are still on some form of the gold standard, or did the last time I checked. Clue–the more pieces of paper with numbers and weird Masonic symbols you have, the less valuable they become. It’s called inflation, and I believe people are learning what this term means, or will very soon.
Beck also made some unfortunate (for him, apparently) remarks about Hillary Clinton to Krakauer. Hillary Clinton, as you may know, views Sir Edmund Hillary, the first person to scale Everest, as a personal hero, and even says she was named after him.
Trouble there, though, is Edmund Hillary scaled Everest on May 29th, 1953, while Hillary Clinton was born 6 years earlier, in 1947. So, either Hillary’s parents waited until she was six to name her, or Hillary is lying again.
Misguided ideas last longer under circumstances where they can’t be disproved immediately. If only we could give The Death Zone scrutiny to all our policies, we might see that exporting all the jobs and importing the entire Third World is the way towards disaster for the United States. Trouble is,our “leaders” are killing us slowly. When they start killing us more directly, perhaps we’ll awaken, and hopefully it won’t be too late for Americans to remember we never signed on to save the world, and unless we want to join the impoverished masses of humanity sprawled across the Earth, we better get back to the Base Camp of American Values, even if we have to leave a few bodies out on the slope.
Have you ever had to ride in a car with an angry alcoholic who is driving?
It’s one of the most unpleasant situations in the world. You are literally a captive to some diseased brain’s every whim. Most of them are quite familiar with wrecking their car, so they are a lot more comfortable with the idea of dying and taking you with them, although of course this implies some rational thought process on their part.
I grew up riding around with such people, and recently had a refresher course. It reminded me of other times I was held captive. On these occasions, I was in traffic jams, stuck listening to talk radio to ease the boredom.
I don’t hate people like Mark Levine and Sean Hannitty because I never listened to them. I have listened to them quite a lot. I am the quintessential road warrior. I have listened to all kinds of crazy stuff while stuck in traffic, and I have been stuck in traffic a lot.
I don’t hate the guy who started it all, Rush Limbaugh. At least Rush understands it is a show. He’s a drug addict shilling for the CFR, but at least he is entertaining.
In a nutshell, I hate Mark Levine because his first loyalty is to Zionism, yet he paints himself as this great American patriot. Plus he is boring and ultimately stupid enough to think he is fooling anybody who thinks. His show is dull.
I hate Hannitty because it takes an Irish person, or at least a person of Irish extraction, to hate another person of Irish extraction with the proper amount of vitriol. We need to police each other.
Hannitty styles himself as some kind of ethnic Catholic made good, but he is a greasy little pork chop. He’d say anything for a buck. If he went off script, he’d be off the air forever in about thirty seconds, and he knows it. That is why he is still on the radio. There is no independent thought, no segues into reason in Hannitty’s world.
He invites people on his show, asks them loaded and leading questions, and then insults them if they suggest anything can be more complex than his loudmouthed regurgitation of Neocon talking points.
It would be immaterial, but I know for a fact that there are people who listen to him. Not only that, but they still take him seriously after years of his being miserably wrong about every major event of the last 15 years. Hannitty was wrong about Iraq, and wrong about Syria. He was wrong about Afghanistan. He was, and is, wrong.
Recently, he had some Muslim guy on his show, and started insulting him when the guy tried to explain some of the history behind the recent violence in the Gaza Strip.
No, the obvious question that should be asked of the Zionist gang is this–why not Germany? Why Palestine? Why didn’t we just give the Jews Germany? After all. Palestinians didn’t gas them in WW2, and that statement is true by any standard. So why torture the Palestinians for what the Germans did?
I have never had a rational explanation for this question. Why not Germany? All this blather about who was right from 1948 on is mere quibbling. I’m talking First Principles here. As a Christian, I only accept The New Testament. Therefore, I am not impressed by a bunch of atheistic, communistic Jews from Eastern Europe waving The Old Testament in my face and calling it a real estate deed. This would be farcical if they were not armed and serious.
I appreciate the magnitude of the suffering people experienced in WW2. Both my grandfathers’ were there, and one of them used to tell me horror stories of concentration camp inmates being rescued, being given a slice of bread, and dying on the spot. Though people deny these stories, I got it straight from a first hand, eye-witness survivor. “Death by a Meal” stories are true.
So why not Germany? The Jews who colonized Israel were all from Germany, Poland, Russia, etc. Why didn’t we just give them Germany, instead of Palestine?
If one man’s terrorist is not another man’s freedom fighter, than how does Hannitty, Levine, and the rest justify supporting M.E.K. getting taken off the terrorist list? All the Neocons supported this. Now they can donate money to terrorists without risking jail time.
Hannitty loves whatever terrorists he’s told to love, and hates whoever he is told to hate. People like him are dangerous, hateful cowards. Since the day I realized him and Levine were beasts, I have never listened to them long enough for anything other than voice recognition and channel changing. If they had any honor, they would kill themselves for the role they played in so many people dying needlessly in Iraq, and so many young American veterans committing suicide after their tours in Iraq. How demented the thought process must be which allows Levine to think he is a valid member of the human race, and how stupid Sean Hannitty is to think, against all opposition, he has any right to criticize anyone, let alone express another in a long line of inane and erroneous opinions..
Remember The Maine?
The Gulf of Tonkin?
The U.S.S. Liberty
Have you ever reflected on how stupid people are? Jews are supposedly the smartest people on the planet, average I.Q. 106. This means at least half of them are under 106. This means the average Jew is 40 points below me in I.Q. So comparing me to the average of the smartest people in the world is like comparing them to someone with an average I.Q. of 66. 66 is probably barely functional.
This means that if you are reading this, I am probably smarter than you. Not better, just smarter. I have stopped punishing myself for this. I don’t owe you an apology because you are stupid (at least compared to me).
I used to think so.
On July 17th, 1996, TWA 800 crashed and burned.
Below is a list of significant events involving July 16.
The most important event is “Sirius Rising”. This was a critical date in Ancient Egyptian astronomy, since this was when they knew when to plant their wheat crops. Not long after Sirius appeared after the winter, the Nile would flood, and irrigate the fields.
Through history, the date of Sirius Rising has varied a bit, but typically it occurs this week, between 7/12 to 7/20. Sirius, “The Dog Star” appears during the dog days of summer.
Jon Rappoport wrote this recently
“…As for the giant vista of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, I believe there are still a number of mysteries to be solved. And perhaps they will remain unsolved, until we can seriously entertain the prospect of a language that simultaneously operates on several levels: “earth-talk, sky-talk, and code.”
Or as a scholar-friend once suggested, “Think of old Egyptian glyphs as a multi-dimensional CIA, headed up by an executive committee of archetypes, each of which has its own secret cryptology.”
There is no doubt that the glyphs detail a number of realms acting in concert…”
This explains quite a bit. Egypt is the source of secret societies, and the glyphs are in code–triple, quadruple, quintuple entendres of shades and levels of meaning. The people see a billboard,and take the picture at face value, but the initiates are interpreting the billboard on much less symbolic levels–they are communiques in code.
So, it is our duty to use our noodles a bit. If we do not have the secret decoder ring, we do not have any confidence in our absolute ability to know what numerological message is being exchanged, if there is one. We do have clues. Pagan religions always involve an element of human sacrifice. Blood is very important. Read your Bible, and pay attention to how a temple is consecrated.
With the recent Malaysian flight which blew up on 7/17 /2014, how quickly the corporate media started to raise conspiracy theories in order to debunk them. This was out of process for them. Usually, a “conspiracy theory” will gain some traction before they start to revile it. This actually made me take a harder look at this catastrophe.
You should probably save a copy of this YouTube clip above. This kind of thing has a shorter and shorter shelf life on the Internet. Victoria Nuland admitted on tape the State Department funneled 5 billion dollars (at least) to insurgents to destabilize the Ukraine over the past few years. We saw the results when the elected government got deposed and killed by the new thugs the U.S. government, which does not represent me, put in.
What’s my point? Fix your personal lives. I fixed mine. Every time you buy a pack of cigarettes, drugs, or booze, you are paying the worst people in the world an annuity. You are a financial instrument for the New World Order. Also, when the SHTF, the addicts will be insane. The people who have to loot to stay high are going to be a liability. Does this sound objective enough?
As for the Malaysian airplane that crashed, I don’t have the secret decoder ring to figure out who did it. Signs point towards numerologists, therefore occultists. What I have become is aware that these events are Kabuki theater, set-pieces with pre-arranged outcomes. I personally am convinced I do not have enough information to form an opinion, and that evil men and women are seeking to try to get the rest of you to form one. They do not love you, and your death would mean nothing to them. They will (briefly) need your sanction and approval for the next war, as GWBush rode a wave of 9-11 panic into the Iraq quagmire. Did you fall for that? I did. Never again.
My excuse is I lived 50 blocks from the World Trade Center when they were imploded. You kind of had to be living there. There were a lot of tourists back then after the fact, but you had to be there when it was going down. They discovered the first Anthrax envelopes at that big Post office across from Madison Square Garden, three blocks from my apartment.
The government is like a dysfunctional family. If you trust them, or let them in at all, they are going to lie to you and try to f–k you, because that’s what crazy and stupid people do. 9-11 and the ensuing events took the blinders off, at least for me, Once the demon is revealed, your best play is to thank them for finally being honest.