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The essays collection ‘A Tribal Perspective’ (subtitled ‘Pre-Columbian Concept Translated to Modern: Radical Ethnographic Contrasts & Related Politics of Collusion’) is currently undergoing translation to both the Serbian and Russian languages. As the translations progress, selected draft translations in Russian will be posted at the Russia | Россия page here at my blog whilst noting certain selections are already posted in Serbian at my Srbija/Serbia page. The selections in Russian and Serbian will not necessarily be the same; but there will be a mirror of the essays in English at both pages. Please be patient, the Russian translation endeavor is quite recent and is work under construction in every sense.

Preface to the Russian Edition

This book is nominally about Serbs and Serbia for the fact the author’s exile finally settled in Serbia. But the gist of much that follows had been originally inspired by the Russian expats’ inability to grasp the Western mentality; as this author has seen a real misapprehension of underlying reality as concerns the USA and it’s Western European allies and their historical motivations to empire. These motivations had initially devolved upon the world via the colonial aspirations of Western Europe and finally had settled into a ‘feedback loop’ since World War II, when the Nazi meme, represented in the German Reich’s criminal intelligence apparatus, had been rescued by the Americans in a drive to counter the Soviet Union.

This Nazi seed fell upon fertile ground; the sociopathy & related legacy of ‘manifest destiny’, a spawn of Western Christianity’s John Calvin. It is in this ‘garden’ NATO was born and Europe became (again!) a lap dog of evil.

Insofar as alignment with EU and the West, Serbia’s prognosis is not good for the fact Western liberalism is actually underwritten by Calvinism. The label ‘cultural marxism’ misses the mark and is simplistic jingoism for a little understood problem; a perversion that cast off the cloak of traditional religion. John Calvin’s “predestination” is an infection that has underwritten cultural sociopathy in circumstance where in original substance it is theology that invited rejecting lived morality as a rewarded experience; you were predestined to heaven or hell no matter what you might do or how you might live your life. This perverted ideology (growing infection) invaded the colonies and spread from 1600 on and has shaped the American national character, as well Western Europe’s, throughout the liberal democracies history. Through a process of intergenerational socialization, this spreading infection had crossed every social boundary in the societies of capitalism.

The American conquest of it’s Western territories called “Manifest Destiny” profited mightily from the resultant greed integrated to amorality, little different to today’s expanding Western empire (destined to collapse.)

By the time Western science had cast off all trappings of belief, this inter-generational social mold of ‘take no prisoners’ in one’s individual ambitions had been ‘cast in bronze’ one might say. My conviction is, there is no cure. This has become a fatal social infection. A short social dissection follows:

Imagine a set of freak circumstance had landed a bona fide preColumbian mentality in Serbia; one that had become somewhat fluent in European cultural thinking as matter of necessity and survival. Then, if only for social-science fiction sake, consider this ‘primitive’ mentality grasps what should seem incomprehensible at first glance; it actually had been a matter of the Western science, prior to the discovery and development of quantum mechanics over these past 100 years, had been too primitive to accurately translate the ancient concept to modern European thought and language.

Then, toss the NATO and its’ allied intelligence agencies into the mix; desperately attempting to assassinate this freak production of the cosmos who possesses a high understanding of “Transcendent Warfare” for simple reason he would never give this information to the intelligence agencies.

Now, to a few observations on the alien world this lost Indian found himself cast adrift in, that would be Europe, over an exile exceeding 1-1/2 decades.

It was Bismarck destroyed the creative German psyche, when he’d forcibly converted all German provinces into the militarized Prussian mentality; with a lockstep, standardized education practically enforced with a fear of dissidents being put up against a wall and shot. Rules! Obey! A mere 100 years later, this gifted the world with Nazis and the idea of ‘untermensch.’

Of course, prior to application for joining the European Union (and German corporations investing in major Serbian media), every Serbian school taught the Nazis had executed a class of fifth grade children as revenge for the Serbian resistance having killed one Nazi. We can’t be certain future generations will know this, as ‘one shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you!’

Welcome to the EU, Serbia! Now, it will be your turn to be educated!

When the uniform state education had been mandated, much creative thought had been lost. Serbia had been remarkable for production of creative genius but wave goodbye to that, imposed neoliberalism via education beginning at 3 years is intended to structure children into sheep to be sheared by the state in perpetuity. Freedom to explore the world in unstructured terms to age 7 (the previous model), had been one of Serbia’s great reservoirs of intelligence. Serbia will sort that, when it’s too late.

Perhaps this tome which follows will be maddening to some; held aloft to emphasize ‘I told you so!’ by others, will anger the pious Orthodox priest in the same moment he appreciates the candor of how it illuminates certain enemies of the Orthodox world, and not least, should make some squirm in the chair, hating Gutenberg’s invention for the book they won’t put down.

So, this immediate, preceding paragraph should be meant to curry favor with the narcissism of the author; one might think. But it is merely the dutiful wish of the author, one cannot be assured of a book’s reception. It was the Serbian essayist Momo Kapor convinced this preface to Russian edition of “A Tribal Perspective” should be forthright in every element, including severe element of brutality; as Kapor’s light humor turned to black cloud of satire raining a crop-killing hail. In his closing chapter of “A Guide to the Serbian Mentality” on improving the Serb image in the Western world, where the professionals (for a one million euro fee) wrestle with approach:

“You mentioned that Serbs raped during the war?

“Yes, they have been indicted for that.

“Maybe that could be used in a positive way, for certain Western women who might want to get to know Serbian macho guys, and in light of the growing gay movement, they might see Serbia as an exceptional oasis of masculinity in an effeminate world. They might come in hordes to be raped in an exotic location.”

It was Cicily Isabel Fairfield first noted 70 years ago in her intelligence assessment masterpiece “Black Lamb, Grey Falcon” the phenomenal mix of malignant homosexuality, and its’ attending violence in the Western world recently projected onto the ‘Serb Monster’ with NATO bombs and ongoing propaganda. Nowhere in the annals of history is there greater example of rape of nations and of related propaganda projection than today’s Western empire, represented in the European Union & NATO.

Relevant to the preceding, the scientific term ‘methylated DNA’ could translated to common sense language as ‘poisoned by violence.’ In the wake of Belgrade’s having been leveled and risen from the ashes forty odd times, from an era preceding Rome, through the Ottoman ‘jerks’ to the Nazis, to the Nazis’ modern kin found in NATO, Serbian DNA is certainly the most ‘poisoned by violence’ DNA in Europe, probably is the most ‘poisoned by violence’ in all of the peoples of the Eurasian super-continent, surpasses that of colonized Africa and possibly the entire world.

The science establishing ‘methylated DNA’ is seen in your Serbian inat; an impenetrable wall often defended by irrational provocation, a wall that can be blind, deaf & ultimately stupid. This inat is aroused by anything that threatens … no matter that which threatens might, in certain instance, be that which Serbia (and Serbians) most need examine intelligently; why it is a Serb child’s first lesson is to learn to fear; how easily Serbs lie to their children; and not least, why Serbs mythologize & worship a battle they lost!

However not exclusive to the Serbs in Europe, it is this author’s observation the Serb is most extreme when making a face of perfect horror when a child takes a harmless fall; the child sees the adult’s fear and learns to cry for nothing. Later, they must overcome this fear to learn what is brave!

Of all Europeans, Serbs are easily the most relaxed and guilt-free liars, while misinforming children of the facts, when example given, presenting spaghetti with Alfredo sauce: “try this vanilla ice cream melted on gummy worms!” It follows, these children learn their parents are liars, easily learn to lie themselves and must work to overcome this to acquire a reputation for being honest! For many, defeating the lie never works; for they have learned to lie to themselves .. so it is with the majority of Serbs concerning the Battle of Kosovo. In fact, this battle was the great loss for Serbia, enabling the Sultan to finally ride the Serb like a pony in a 500 years circus freak charade. What was so great about that? Most importantly, the Catholic of the West will never appreciate the wounds inflicted on the Ottoman army by Serbs stopping the Turks’ advance, but oh, never mind, little different to Christians anywhere, Serbs can still love the pain!

“All our Western thought is founded on this repulsive pretence that pain is the proper price of any good thing … [St Paul] developed a theory of the Atonement which was pure nonsense, yet had the power to convince … This monstrous theory supposes that God was angry with man for his sins and that He wanted to punish him for these, not in any way that might lead to his reformation, but simply by inflicting pain on him; and that He allowed Christ to suffer this pain instead of man and thereafter was willing on certain terms to treat man as if he had not committed these sins. This theory flouts reason at all points, for it is not possible that a just God should forgive people who are wicked because another person who was good endured agony by being nailed to a cross” -Cicily Isabel Fairfield

Did inat save the Serbs from NATO? No. For who is the European Union except NATO members these days drinking together with Serbs at a NATO fraternal companions’ country club? Apply for chapter this, chapter that, and chapter thereafter, the European Union’s problem with Serbia isn’t actually corruption, it is with corruption that is in the open, the real EU problem is perception, the corruption isn’t finessed! The corrupt EU can’t allow that!

In a case where clearing certain misunderstandings might be useful to the Russian grasp of the Western mentality, this ‘tribal perspective’, born of a culture overrun by what amounts to an apocalyptic cult, should be helpful to the Serb as well. However to truly grasp the possibilities, much depends on an inner understanding of self. Taking intelligent decisions precludes ‘inat’, that unique Serbian ability to act unintelligently with a sense of spirit.

In my Blackfoot Indian peoples’ equivalent to the old Serbian gods, Veles had forced Perun into a making a peace that required a certain demeanor and ethics, on both parties part. Practicing the habits of this peace or ‘niitsitapi’ required a unity of principles that became our law of citizenship. In this regard, it is pleasing to me the Orthodox priests’ position depends on tolerating the sublimated, but still very much alive, old gods’ beliefs in the villages of Serbia; it may be an internal peace is within reach of the Serbs.

Does it not make perfect sense that a nation should be at peace within itself, little different to an individual must be, to know its’ real strengths?

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This unpublished draft essay may be shared for educational and research purposes. © copyright 2021 by Ronald Thomas West; for profit and mass paper media redistribution prohibited

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My social satire and political lampoons are best explained this way: The devil on the one shoulder and the angel on my other shoulder climb into my head to make love and a satire is born .. having little to do with morality and much to do with ethics. As a writer there is no fear, no guilt, no shame in my approach, only accountability demanded of the public personas who presume to lead with lies as our world burns around us .. and making people laugh at the hypocrisies of western culture in a way steals the power of those lies and reduces their influence.

A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

Contact: penucquemspeaks@googlemail.com

“Non-cooperation with evil is as much a duty as cooperation with the good” -Mahatma Ghandi

A Sociopaths & Democracy Project

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Introduction

This 2004 essay from my book “Penucquem Speaks, A Look At Our World From A Different Culture” is published here as a stands alone piece to counter-balance the satire “The Great Phuc Uuus Massacre” in my collection of anti-empire essays. As a Native American trained story teller (story teller trained by Native Americans in Native American technique), my adapting the cosmic joke element to personal narrative satire might be easily misunderstood for the fact of this accurate stylistic description:

“My satire in the present genre is to be honest in the Native American way; in effect, constructing a joke story closely resembling real life, a sort of collage of facts assembled from bits and pieces of diverse experience, combined with anecdotal information to create the culturally intact inherent Native wisdom found in their humor. In other words, parts of the story consist of an autobiographical facts incorporated, multi-faceted rip-off of other peoples life stories and experience. And because unlike the White world, the Native world entertains paradox in daily approach to life, some aspects are simply made up from the imagination’s fund of plausible improbabilities”

The point of republishing this excerpted essay from Penucquem Speaks is to contrast the reality to the (satirical) story-telling; however the difference might seem insignificant to some, for the fact the insanity of the common soldier’s experience in the Vietnam late stage conflict resembles nothing so much as a satire. But this narrative is precisely why the USA moved away from a conscription army to a ‘professional’ all volunteer force; establishing a mercenary army had become a necessity to maintain the present day, extra-constitutional, American “Empire.”

In this personal narrative, there is little element of the Native American joke story-telling format (deliberate entertainment, created with license.) Other than the self-satirizing (it is not allowed to be ‘holier than thou’ … one must present oneself at the level of stupidity integral to circumstance in the story-telling), it is entirely straight-forward narrative of events as they had actually happened and I had witnessed. That the described insanity can hardly be distinguished from a lampoon is, in and of itself, a damning indictment of Western culture at multiple levels; that I had emerged from the insanity as a decorated & promoted soldier, a soldier who was considered to be professional & responsible (I did a few important things), simply underscores the complications laden paradox of the Western war-addicted society that is inherently self-deceived.

A residual Native American element in narrating what follows is my allowing my former soldier-associates to maintain their perception of themselves, that is, I do not condemn their belief in what they had been doing, because everyone is entitled to their own reality is a very Native American approach, in fact this is a ‘libertarian’ pillar of the Northern Plains culture. For my real criticisms of the soldiers’ behaviors, one must return to the satire because it brings the narrative to the native, culturally correct, cartoon social perception; for the reason one’s idiocy must always be laughed at with the honest self-lampoon, no matter what personal evolution might have brought on in the intervening years. This (nearly extinct) original (pre-Western education) Northern Plains Indian personality stems from a culture which had recognized there cannot be any rewrites of history. Native American cultural integrity should demand one live this principle, the current social climate’s politically correct arguments notwithstanding.

The essay title in the book is “My Beginning.” Here I have renamed it “Metamorphose” as in fact these events, which are largely, accurately depicted (minimally ‘Hunter Thompson-esque’), are responsible for transformation at both; the personal and national level. At the personal level, the insanity depicted in paradox of an anti-war, but nevertheless war-zone environment, finally had subverted myself to a journey far, far away from mainstream. At the national level, the Empire had been ‘burned’ and consequently became even more radically militaristic.

My post-war military trajectory was from Vietnam to the 82nd Airborne Division and then onto the 19th Special Forces Group but the subversive seed of self-examination had already been germinated. Perhaps there will be more to be told of my journey towards, subsequent transition to, and rehabilitation in, Blackfeet culture, but that is for another day.

 

Metamorphose

 

Photo: The author in 1971

 

It was a starry night, I was lying on my back thinking in retrospect, where/what my life had come to. For the past twenty minutes, my name had been, was still being shouted, “West!” I did not care. The sky was absolutely beautiful, that is what was important at this moment. My father had returned a hero from the Pacific after the defeat of Japan.. and I was the second mistake of his subsequent union with the young woman he had met at the USO. Nineteen years and several months subsequent to my birth, an intervening period in which I seemed at times to have been an abused lawn ornament, I only wanted to understand why. Why was I here. My name was still being shouted in several directions, sometimes near, at other times farther away. “West!” That did not matter. Retrospective contemplation and the stars were what mattered. My biggest resentment was that no one had taken the time to explain things. Not ever. Not in any way that had made sense. “West!” It was getting louder, but then the shouting would become muffled under me. This had already happened several times, no one was thinking of coming up to where I was lying. Looking again at the stars, I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I would never believe in anybody, anything. Suddenly there was a slight noise close to me. Ray was there. “You have got to come down” he whispered to me. “all right” I said, with a little resignation. Then I added “Bring me a beer first.” Ray whispered “OK” and disappeared.

I had been lying on top of a sandbag, steel and concrete structure that I normally lived in.. it was a bunker. I was a Jeep driver for the pilots attached to the Headquarters of the 199th Light Infantry Brigade at the brigade main base near Long Binh, Republic of Viet Nam. Just an hour earlier I had smoked an Opium laced Marijuana cigarette and I knew I was in no condition to drive anyone, anywhere. Ray had returned with the beer and I had taken a swallow and then deliberately poured the rest of the beer down the open front of my jungle fatigue jacket. Clutching the empty beer can, I stumbled a little as I entered the Fire Ball Aviation ‘CQ’ (Charge of Quarters) office and mumbled to Major Lewis “You wanted me, sir?” I was not known to drink often, it was after my normal duty hours, and I was forgiven and dismissed. The Major made a call to Headquarters and found another driver and jeep for the several Command rank officers that had flown in on short notice.

The few times I actually had drank in the several preceding months may well have saved my life. I was never a good drunk, always becoming sick, usually for at least a day, and on the first two occasions that I was sent on emergency duty as a helicopter flight gunner, substituting for the regular crewmen, it just happened that I had been drinking the night before, and the consequence was that it was decided for me by my superiors that I suffered from air sickness. I had quit drinking subsequently, but the ‘air sick’ label had stuck and I had become a jeep driver. So now I smoked dope, because if you did not drink or smoke dope in Viet Nam, you did not fit in. There would be nobody to relate to. No social life. And very few people want to be a loner. I was not yet a loner. But I was a good jeep driver, did not smoke dope during normal duty hours, was devoted to my pilots, always punctual, and on one occasion drove four of these pilots through a barrage of B-40 Rockets, exploding just short of us, without flinching. After all, we were the 199th, and a certain attitude was called for. I was promoted and given an Army Commendation Medal before I left. As a group, our 199th Fire Ball Aviation unit was awarded the Viet Nam Cross of Gallantry with a Valor Device, but that is someone else’s story to tell.

One year later I was still in Viet Nam, now with the 330th Transportation Company at the little Army Airfield at Vung Tau. In the intervening year, since the night on the bunker with the stars, possibly beginning that night, some profound psychological change had overcome me. My classmate and friend from Army Aviation School, Fred, had died, shot down. He had been assigned to the 25th Infantry Division (Aviation Support) after the 199th Brigade had redeployed to the States and disbanded. Fred and I were just short of the required six months in the war zone to return to the states and were reassigned in country. We had spent a nearly year together up to that time, trained together and shipped to Viet Nam to the same assignment. After the 199th, I had been sent to Vung Tau, a coastal French Colonial resort city that had seldom seen the war. I was still there, afraid to go home, volunteering extra time in a mythical corner of the war zone, a tiny Shangri La, already sensing I could never really know my old life, or my home again. In these days I was an E-5, equal to a Sergeant, and my life was surreal, like a movie. There was no open job that fit my rank, so I did several things at different times. For awhile I was the Non Commissioned Officer in charge of the off/on switch of a steam cleaner. I spent my days reading paperbacks, sun tanning and listening to a stereo while waiting for the privates to tow a helicopter to my steam cleaner machine so I could turn the switch to the machine on for them. I thought maybe I could do that for a few years, the war’s end seemed far away. But then I was pulled from that dream job to carry dispatches, Personnel files and Courts Martial records to Saigon, because I knew my way around that city and the intervening countryside. I used this job and its administrative passes to hitchhike around Viet Nam. I had learned from my six months in the 199th to keep a personal weapon with me at all times, and a Jungle uniform easily conceals a 45 caliber Colt automatic pistol. I never needed it.

I lived a dangerous private life in my off hours. I had rented a studio apartment in the town of Vung Tau. It was an abode unknown to anyone except myself and the mysterious Vietnamese I shared it with, Dom Tay, and the Chinese madam that rented it to us together with her daughter and the more trusted whores. There was adjacent to the bar that the madam conducted her business from, a hallway that went from one of the main streets in town with the bars that catered whores, to an alley behind the bar that was a passageway to the market street with all its open stalls, a place you never saw Americans because they could not handle the smell. Our apartment had two unmarked doors into this hallway and it appeared as though they were entries to separate flats. Sergeant West always came and went from the main street with the bars, and used the hall entry to his apartment closest to that side, not an unusual sight. Soldiers were always frequenting rooms adjacent to the bars for their carnal cares. It was totally unremarkable. Dom Tay always left and returned to the hallway via the rear alley and used the entry towards the rear of the building, nearest this alley, and was seldom ever noticed. It was in reality as though we were neighbors from the outside view. But in fact we were alter egos. Having come in from the main street as Sergeant West, I would go back into the streets via the alley and market dressed in a south Vietnamese style military uniform without rank or insignia, only my moniker translated into Vietnamese, “Dom Tay” (Mr West) embroidered on my shirt in place of the typical name tag. With dark prescription glasses hiding the lack of slant to my eyes and of short stature and dark complected, I looked something like a French/Vietnamese halfbreed, perhaps in the Intelligence Service. Nobody wanted anything to do with me downtown, the Vietnamese civilian police or the military police, Vietnamese or American. I would stare directly at them. They would look at me and keep moving. In Viet Nam, sometimes there were people you just did not want to know anything about. I was able to be one of those. I went about and did as I pleased. Viet Nam had become my personal Wild West. I had found its underbelly, I was functioning there, and it was a place seldom seen, let alone survived, by most of the Americans. The Chinese madam’s daughter was sweet on me, and I was circumspect in that relationship, I spent time learning the Mah Jongg with her together with her mother and the ‘girls’, never touched heroin and I did not sleep with the whores. There was a certain amount of respect and I am certain, protection attending my friendship with these people. It was the whores who did everything, they were runners for drugs, business couriers for criminal deals, cover for arranged meetings. But all I wanted to do there was watch what was going on. I needed to understand. What was all of this, really?

Now my job had changed again. It was mid 1971 and anti war sentiment was growing in the troops throughout Vietnam, and it was evident in Vung Tau. The Playboy Magazine had come out with the ‘Viet Nam Veterans Against The War’ membership application and tens of thousands had joined from the war zone. I did not. But there were a few dozen soldiers in my company that were no longer going to contribute to the work at hand and had become troublesome to the cadres. The logical thinking was, here is a job for West. So I got my unofficial platoon leadership, my ‘Dirty Dozen.’ This included some of the anti-war guys, a few of the junkies and the only ‘Jesus Freak’, the one guy who was straight, he did not drink, he did not smoke dope, and he did not whore around in town. He was really sweet and nobody could stand being around him. He was normal and normal was unreal. All I had to do was keep these guys out of trouble. And it was about this time it looked like the war might come to Vung Tau.

So my new job was a pain in the ass and I was rethinking staying forever in Viet Nam. But I worked out the details and it went like this.. The junkies could never be trusted to do anything, but if they had their junk, they were happy no matter where you put them. So they were sent to the helicopter graveyard, and arrangements made to supply them their junk. There they drooled and vomited with glazed eyes and seemed to see their world only in the colors of black and white, like old TV. Probably about 30% of our soldiers were addicted to heroin at this time, and I had the worst of them, the ones that were so bad they could not function. The anti war guys were all dope smokers and they were sent to sandbag detail. The deal was that only the most trustworthy of them could go to the adjacent village through the perimeter wire and bring back their marijuana and the heroin for the junkies. These guys suntanned, read books, smoked joints, listened to music and jumped up to work with shovels, sand and bags, on a signal that administrative people were sighted. They rotated the guard duty assignment set up for this signal system, intended to protect them from their own officers. Nearly everyone stayed out of trouble. I kept the Jesus Freak with me. Nobody ever seemed to notice there was little progress in the sandbagging, only that the only that the anti war guys were being forced to work at the job soldiers most hated. It was slick. But this job had also subverted my psychology further.

I was not a dope smoker before I went to Viet Nam and I have not been a dope smoker for many years. But at this time I was smoking some of the most robust marijuana in the world, like a Jamaican dock worker. This was normal in the surreal world that we lived in. I had come from the 199th where people were dedicated soldiers although some of them recreationly smoked dope, others drank, to relax from what could be an unimaginably brutal job. The courage of the men of the 199th could not be questioned, and their devotion to duty sometimes delivered them to their deaths. These were fine men, and my admiration for them is undiminished to this day. We are Americans, and one thing that is totally American is the right to follow your beliefs. These men I knew of the 199th, these titans of personal courage, saw themselves as having defended American ideals of freedom and democracy, and they are forever entitled to see themselves in that light. Because that is what they did. And I will never question that mentality in these men. But that mentality was breaking down in me. As ‘Dom Tay’, my alter ego, I had seen the corruption of war, up close. Prostitution, Racketeering, Drug Trafficking, all departments were involved, and at high levels. My own First Sergeant did not know Dom Tay as I watched him, our Mess Sergeant and our Battalion Sergeant Major, make the deals and collect the money, selling our soldiers rations downtown. Repeatedly, the food service to the soldiers was cleaned up for a day or two, as the Army inspections and visiting congressmen were brought to Vung Tau by the soldiers’ complaints. Then the good food was sent downtown again. At a meal served a couple of days after one of these visits and a few decent dinners, I took the ribs served to us outside to a starving dog. This dog only had the strength to turn 180 degrees so that his ass was where his mouth had been when I offered him the meat. A starving dog would not eat it. We all had to buy our food back at the sidewalk cafes in town to survive. The sergeants a rank higher than myself were privileged to eat in the officer’s mess and their food was fine. One of the cooks, a private, became so outraged that he made marijuana brownies for the officer’s cafeteria. As Dom Tay, I saw the food he was supposed to prepare for us sold downtown by our own superiors, who formed a mafia. As Sergeant West, I delivered this same cooks Courts Martial papers to Saigon. What else did Dom Tay discover? That American Intelligence Service officers were the source of the Heroin that plagued our army. The Golden Triangle opium crop bought by the CIA to secure the loyalty of the remote tribes against the communists was processed into heroin and marketed to the United States Army in Viet Nam. I had seen enough. It was time to go home. But I had no home.

Before the extension of my Viet Nam tour expired, and I was actually able to leave, a couple of remarkable things had happened.

On my arrival in Viet Nam, as a member of the 199th, I had seen the invasion of Cambodia, professionally handled, militarily. The political aftermath of that had been Kent State however, and now the Army was in a different mood. Now, before I was to leave, I was to see the result of that mood with the invasion of Laos.

Nixon’s ‘Vietnamization’ of the war propaganda had been thrown at us repeatedly by the US Army newspaper, the Stars and Stripes. It worked well. Senior officers were now having to personally lead their troops into the field, walking the point that would be ambushed. It was the only way to get the American Army to fight. The soldiers would go along on these sorties just to see their leaders shot. Hand grenades were more often used to murder the more criminal cadres, the assholes, it happened in my company at Vung Tau shortly after I left. One of the Sergeants First Class that was part of the Cabal I had seen selling our food downtown had his toe blown off, but lived, apparently because the grenade rolled under his bed and the mattress absorbed the brunt of the explosion. A soldier I knew, Wally, did time in Leavenworth for that. So things had gone from bad to worse since the invasion of Laos. But it was the Laos invasion that was the scene of a war wide sit down strike by the American Army. At Vung Tao, when the 330th transportation company was ordered mobilized to assist in the effort to extract the Army of the Republic of South Viet Nam from a pre laid ambush on a titanic scale by regular divisions of the North Vietnamese Army, and the southern soldiers were being slaughtered like pigs in a pen, instead of loading their gear into the trucks as ordered, our company’s soldiers turned up Jimmy Hendrix Star Spangled Banner to a deafening decibel level and sat down in the assembly area clapping their hands and chanting “Hell no, we won’t go!” and they did not. Do you Courts Martial an entire Army? It happened everywhere. I learned years later that one of my former pilots from the 199th made so many trips into Laos due to the shortage of crews to the rescue, that even though he was shot down twice, managing to survive, rescued both times, he kept making trips. South Vietnamese soldiers were hanging on the skids of helicopters to get out alive. It was a slaughter brought on by Nixon’s propaganda. The war was being turned over to the Vietnamese. They would fight it. By now, the attitude of the American Army was ‘Well, let them.’ I recalled how General Lee’s deployment of the Confederate Army in the Wilderness Campaign caused General Grant to tantrum on his cot. Our allied Vietnamese army never stood a chance against the prepared and deployed line divisions of the North. Of course, the situation being what it was in Viet Nam, my guess would be that the North Vietnamese had the detailed invasion plan before the before the Southern army ever invaded. Dom Tay had already witnessed a world where all sides met and did business together. North, South, American, Viet Cong, all bedfellows, all criminal. Money could accomplish anything.

After Laos, for the most part, the 330th soldiers were no longer trusted with their weapons, they had to remain locked up in the armory. Some war huh? By this time you can’t trust your own army with their rifles! Well, this had an interesting consequence.

Thirty percent junkies, fifty percent dope smokers that sometimes used psychedelics, and twenty percent drunks, our army airfield was a disaster waiting to happen. We were receiving ‘care’ packages from the states, the people at home were being asked to support the troops, but this was a draft army, and a lot of the troops did not want to be here and in fact had been drafted out of areas that were hotbeds of the anti-war movement. So it was not unusual to receive ‘peace and love’ care packages that contained as many as one thousand doses of LSD. A C-123 cargo plane with a collapsed nose gear that had been simply dragged off of the end of the airfield runway was the ‘trip ship’, with more than 50 LSD ingested soldiers using it as a giant See-Saw- 15 or 20 men out on each wing, men sitting atop the fuselage and the rest inside trying to keep their balance. Not an uncommon sight. And then it happened one night. The unheard of Red Alert, an impending attack, the junkies did not even care, 200 soldiers high on LSD reported to the armory for their weapons, all of our senior sergeants and our Commanding Officer turned up shit faced drunk, and the guy with the keys to the armored building containing the weapons could not be found, he was passed out drunk, but nobody knew where at the time (with his whore in the village.) There actually was no backup set of keys to this building that could be located. I secured my personal weapon that I kept unknown to my superiors, plotted my escape route to the Australian compound that neighbored us, just in case I needed to be with a group of soldiers that could fight, and sat on the stair to a second floor barracks, and watched the riot that unfolded below.

Our First Sergeant simply stood frozen like a statue, and he had both pissed and shit his pants. Men were milling in panic around him, screaming like idiots, and they were easily identifiable as mostly drunks, these were our cadres, and nobody paid any attention to them at all. It was surreal under the floodlights that illuminated what was happening. But now here came a group of the LSD freaks, 20 or 30 of them, they had somewhere rounded up an utility pole, of the sort power lines are strung on, and now they had it employed as a battering ram against the door of the armored building. Again and again they slammed the pole against the door, and I could see our Commanding Officer was sobering up fast and now directing this effort, the United States Army of the 20th Century, employing a siege weapon older than Rome, trying to break into their own fortified building. Finally, someone had located the backup set of keys, and I put my personal weapon away and went to draw an M-16 Rifle.

The heroes of this fiasco were the Cobra Helicopter crews. While our soldiers were locked out of their weapons, these crews had scrambled with loaded rocket pods and mini guns. And these were the weapons that turned back the assault. After the riot from being locked out of the weapons, we received out rifles and deployed to our assigned stations, and I was hugely relieved to have a sober captain commanding our squad, but nothing happened. The attack did not materialize close to us. I was visiting with a Cobra crewman, he had come to see me particularly, after the grand riot. I had been informally working with the junkies that wanted to quit heroin for several months, I could not stand the tragedy of these people. There were no programs for them, they simply rotated out of Viet Nam and went home addicted. And the addicted soldiers that did not want this fate looked me up, I had a reputation for being willing to help them try and quit. On this occasion, the Cobra crew chief was not a junkie, but had been high on LSD while arming rockets for his pilot, and just wanted to talk about it. He said the experience made him want to examine his life and we talked about that. It had scared him straight. After this, I knew of two soldiers that did not drink or use drugs, this man, and our Jesus freak.

Just a few examples of heroin stories, people I personally knew, two Texans, Thedford and Mitchell were both heroin addicted. By the time they were due to go home, finally there was urine screening and the junkies were being diverted to Japan for hospitalization, because of the heroin epidemic. Thedford took a ’clean’ urine sample with him, along with copious amounts of heroin, he was not drying out or being diverted. Mitchell, a former Bull Rider, toughed out his withdrawals before he left, rupturing his skin which he showed me, huge blotches of red, like foot square bee stings. Darling from Indiana gave lip service to quitting, but did not have the resolve, a naive young man, innocent in the extreme, he did not even know what heroin was before he became addicted. Davis asked me what to do about his addiction on his way home and I told him just to be up front when he was out processed, tell them immediately he was addicted badly and be diverted to a hospital for detoxification. Many others known to me faced this problem. Modic had the worst luck of all.

Modic was never cut out for the Army and he saw his time in Viet Nam as a prison camp, a prison he was desperate to escape. He had taken LSD and had the idea to be someone like Papillion who had escaped the French Penal colony in South America. Modic told me he was going to re-enlist for the bonus money and desert. His plan was to take a short trip to Singapore with his money and disappear forever in Asia. I told him he was crazy. He had only a few more months to tough it out. His plan did not work. He re-enlisted, got his money and could not get out on his R&R vacation. Desperate, he tried to get kicked out by becoming a heroin dealer, very brazen, but no one turned him in. Now he began using the heroin himself, burning up his money, even his dog was addicted, he would tap a little into his dog’s mouth from the vial each time he was snorting the drug himself. Horribly addicted, Modic finally was busted. Sent to Long Binh Jail, an unimaginably brutal place, he did his heroin withdrawals there without medical mitigation, and returned a broken shell of his former self. Offered his one wish at his Courts Martial, to be allowed to leave the Army, Modic could no longer mentally function. He opted to stay in for the duration of his six year re-enlistment, the course of action he was advised at his Courts Martial hearing „would serve to make him a better man.“ I had talked with Modic on his return from Long Binh Jail. He was not even cognizant of what had happened to him. I had never met a more mentally broken man.

I tried heroin once. It was in Viet Nam. Something deep inside me told me there was something fundamentally wrong with simultaneously feeling orgasmic and vomiting.

In the middle 1970’s, I recall estimates of as many as 500,000 homeless Viet Nam Veterans were living on the streets of America. If that were true, this one half million American men should have been in the prime of their life as productive citizens. Today, in 2004, they are reduced to something like ten thousand. These were the junkies. Many of them are dead. A more certain fact is: as of this writing, more American Vietnam veterans have committed suicide than died in the war.

I had arrived in Viet Nam on April 7, 1970. I returned to the United States on November 8, 1971. I was not addicted to heroin. But I felt homeless. Like a man without a country.

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30+ years life in Indian country

My social satire and political lampoons are best explained this way: The devil on the one shoulder and the angel on my other shoulder climb into my head to make love and a satire is born .. having little to do with morality and much to do with ethics. As a writer there is no fear, no guilt, no shame in my approach, only accountability demanded of the public personas who presume to lead with lies as our world burns around us .. and making people laugh at the hypocrisies of western culture in a way should steal the power of those lies and reduce their influence.

A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

Contact: penucquemspeaks@googlemail.com

“Non-cooperation with evil is as much a duty as cooperation with the good” -Mahatma Ghandi

“The extension of the empire has meant the growth of private fortunes. This is nothing new, indeed it is in keeping with the most ancient history” -Gaius Asinius Gallus (from Tacitus, The Annals of Imperial Rome)

Think about it for just a moment. The quote is 1,900 years old.

Western culture is a history of empires, preceding the Greeks of Alexander by millennia. But now, this cycle is finally exhausted in the 21st Century where colonialism, proselytizing, and seduction (consumerism) have overtaken the world but exposed the fallacy of sustained economic development (empire enabled growth of private fortunes) through conquest. There’s nothing left to exploit, nowhere else to go.

But the patrician (oligarchs) appetite for wealth hasn’t ceased. So they’ve been increasingly turning on their own people to sate their (insatiable) appetites. In the abstract, this is nothing short of cultural cannibalism.

Like big fish eating little fish of the same species, of too many examples of this necrotic cultural phenomenon of modern Western civilization’s cannibalism to list, we’ll go to the recent, largest scale ever, ‘dining out’ so aptly anticipated in 1968 by George Harrison:

Everywhere there’s lots of piggies living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner with their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

That’s what’s going on with Big Pharma & Covid; and the straw man argument of whether to open up (waive) the covid vaccine patents. Oligarch Bill Gates both 1) opposes (together with Angela Merkel) violating the ‘intellectual property rights’ of corporations that if ‘waived’ would see any competent pharmaceutical lab in the world begin to manufacture covid vaccines. But some of the politicians (e.g. Joe Biden or whoever is standing in for his dementia on any given day) are becoming uncomfortable over the issue of Big Pharma vaccine patents making ungodly amounts of money as they (the politicians) bungle handling the pandemic with its politicized ‘medicine’ (e.g. Dr ‘Faustus’ Fauci.) All of this preceding is a straw man argument foisted on a panicked public.

“We applied the gold standard to qualify the data reviewed before concluding that ivermectin can end this pandemic”

Meanwhile, going to the real issue, recalling Oligarch Bill Gates is the second largest donor to the World Health Organization (Gates’ foundation is the largest WHO donor after the USA) and the World Health Organization has refused approval of an effective, cheap, generic drug, Ivermectin, as a treatment for covid that should render the vaccination hysteria moot (stamp the pandemic out), look at these six graphs:

Ivermectin in Czech Republic:

Ivermectin in Slovakia

Ivermectin in Mexico:

Ivermectin in Panama:

Ivermectin in Peru:

Ivermectin in Delhi:

“The West, as I thought of it extending thousands of miles beyond the setting sun, was astonishing in its corruption, in its desire for death, and in its complacency towards its disease” -Cicily Isabel Fairfield

updated 17 July 2021

The ceremonial investment of Biden as President of the United States is little more than theater along the lines history’s crowning a new ‘Holy Roman Emperor.’ After this ‘investment’ show, any honest president’s “State of the Union” address should cover important points underlying the current state of the USA’s social psychology. The USA most certainly will NOT be provided this honest assessment but simply more & growing transparent political lies underpinning greed that ‘secures’ empire.

What certainly will be missing is, the fact that since the National Security Act of 1947, ‘rule of law’ in these ‘United States’ has been transformed into ‘color of law’ where constitutional principles can no longer be squared with the laws as made and applied in fact. The oath to uphold the constitution has become a caricature that is patently meaningless.

Conservative America more largely, and America’s liberal dissidents in lesser numbers, sense this judicial perversion and it is the conservatives are the historic keepers of those constitutional principles most departed from in this ‘new age of national security.’

The USA is in a state of the nation’s anti-federalist heritage, primarily, having been usurped. It was supposed to be both, a constitutional balance of the federalist & anti-federalist philosophies, or that is to say a central government with solid checks, not one or the other in the extreme that is tyranny or anarchy with leadership gone off the rails.

It follows, in a case where the people have been so pervasively lied to, for so long, there are now two entirely separate & artificial realities, with either side incapable of grasping neutral facts beyond the borders of their own cultural myths. That’s the fruit of irresponsible ‘free speech’ in a corporate monopolized modern mainstream media where political lies possess so-called ‘constitutional’ protections. For this fact, neither side, conservative or liberal, can correctly read those foundational principles that should have, if only they had been adhered to, prevented the “security state’s” overreach, which is a complaint of the one side on one day and the complaint of the other side on another day, depending solely upon who is in the cross-hairs of proposed and/or enacted legislation.

Mutually exclusive historical revisionism accounts finding their way into the social fabric are part and parcel of these isolated (divorced from reality) cultural myths in the two alienated camps of the present body politic. For instance the Evangelical wing of the Republicans have rewritten the First Amendment’s history concerning separation of church & state to favor the Christian church particularly; while the Democrats have consistently misrepresented (done away with) the Second Amendment’s original purpose as a ‘check of last resort’ on state tyranny.

The 1st of the preceding threatens devolution into a large segment of an armed populace propping up what amounts to anarchy-like or mob rule led by ‘Christian ayatollahs’, whereas the 2nd of the preceding threatens a disarmed populace with whatever a corporate (1%) tyranny’s whims demand in any given moment.

The current ‘divide & conquer’ tensions play out in unbridgeable social dynamic where the red states’ conservatives are being driven to a deeply superstitious conservatism of a distant past due to a real subliminal fear of a ‘liberal’ cultural revolution being imposed upon them; while the blue states’ liberals are becoming radicalized into intolerant ‘woke’ because they perceive a revanchist conservatism threat imposing what they consider are archaic social values on themselves in turn.

The George Bush mantra “You are with us or against us” is now employed in domestic politics, whether called forth in the attitudes of Pelosi and Shumer or their allies represented in the “Never Trump!” Republicans, this is recently a threat aimed indiscriminately at a large section of the American public. Claiming Trump is the leader of the USA white supremacist movement is like claiming Biden is the leader of LA’s MS-13 gang. Trump is a perfectly imperfect hope or expression of 1/2 of an electorate desperate to escape ‘business as usual’ in DC opposed to Biden and Biden’s “Never Trump!” Republican support or the corporate establishment’s determination to never cede power back to the people.

“You are with us or against us” is no longer a threat thrown solely at the “homeland’s” foreign ‘provinces of empire’ in circumstance where domestically the Republican Party is broken and the Democratic Party is terminally ill with the disease of corruption. These times find the levers of power have been invested in what amounts to a coterie of reactionary, radically ignorant leaders (includes the moron Trump surrounded by ‘prosperity gospel’ corporate minions who could not altogether control him, not only the radical ignorance of Pelosi, Schumer, Biden & Harris.)

With little or no middle ground left, and middle ground is the only way forward that would see the state’s institutions secure over the long run, is there an avenue available to the alienated parties to sit down and talk?

In the present circumstance, the plain answer is “NO.”

Culminating in the treasonous SCOTUS decision “Citizens United” any pretense the people’s representatives actually answer to the people at the ballot box is dead. Politicians answer to corporate wealth that is the billions pumped into buying elections (especially military-industrial related corporate billions) and any (practically all) political career(s) become dependent on this corporate wealth and are incapable of responsibly responding to or serving the will of a now fatally divided electorate.

With the American Congress having morphed into a 21st Century science fiction monster’s corporate exoskeleton, similar to JRR Tolkien’s giant, malevolent spider Shelob, but now representing American empire rather than Mordor, the spine of democracy has been dissolved from the inside. It isn’t/wasn’t the Russians, China or Iran. The many acts of a corporate ‘axis of evil’ are clearly an American internal affair, and there is no one left to fix this mess in any genuine sense of ‘democratic principles’ that factually no longer exist; because water cannot be drunk from a mirage.

A logical conclusion would be empire puppet & ‘police state champion’ (Patron Saint of Incarceration) Kamala Harris had been the consensus choice of the neoliberal wing of the military/industrial corporate state; because demanding the ‘nuclear trigger’ be removed from a “deranged” Trump (beware of the false-flag with an apocalyptic Pence finger on the button) within the last two weeks of his presidency, only to hand it to Biden who’d plainly been entering a state of senile dementia from the 2020 campaigns’ inception, is an oxymoron too great, a reach too far.

Biden has been nothing more than a vehicle to ultimately put this multiple primaries loser on the throne. Because she is black and a woman, no doubt Harris’ ‘masters’ hope the ‘woke’ libtard electorate would follow her off a cliff like so many lemmings. That’s the real nature of psyops.

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Note for whitey: Before you jism in your pants with a misreading of the concluding paragraph, intelligent expression means everything to me, the color of one’s skin means nothing. Check out “Native Americans & Race

The Capitol Convulsion                 part 1

Sedition & Insurgents                    part 3

Mary Shelley’s ‘Intelligence’         part 4

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A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

Contact: penucquemspeaks@googlemail.com

Decolonization as envisioned by the United Nations is (in real effect) little more than a self-serving Western propaganda ploy; assuaging ego where there is in fact little wider social consciousness of what (and what has not) been accomplished. To achieve de facto (authentic) decolonization, to begin, this should require the decolonization of the psyche of those ‘indigenous’ populations educated into Western way of thinking. This would be no mean task!

When the colonizing powers ‘withdrew’ and ‘lip-serviced’ (should sound like political fellatio) ‘the right of self determination of peoples’ … they left intact unnatural colonial borders that in any case DID NOT respect the purported right of self-determination, rather put in place multiple Western infected national psyches within so-called ‘indigenous’ leadership determined to (more often than not) behave like Whitemen (Western European mentality.) This has further created numerous cases of social friction across the globe, particularly concerning so-called ‘minorities.’

The related ‘meme of democracy’ has accomplished the following few examples of too many examples to list in one short article:

The largest stateless ‘minority’ in the world (5,000,000 compared to ‘sovereign’ Montenegro’s 500,000), that is the Kurds, are in (varying degrees of) conflict with Iran, Iraq, Syria and (not least) Turkey, due to persisting colonial borders. This leaves the Kurd population open (across several vectors) to murderous geopolitical (read intelligence agency) manipulations in endless iterations (most recently by the USA & Israel.)

In the so-called ‘international law’ (a Western developed concept) Azerbaijan is allowed an Azerbaijani majority exclave, Nakhchivan Autonomous Republic, separated by the territory of Armenia, but Armenia is NOT allowed an Armenian majority exclave, Nagorno-Karabakh, separated by the territory of Azerbaijan. Common sense calls this hypocrisy. Common people adhere to common sense and the Armenian common sense is cynically exploited in Ottoman imperial style geopolitical machinations:

So, what would be the point of common sense (a gift of our creator) in the view of those who propose to rule us? I doubt they could answer this question in any sensible (read honest) way for the fact there is no sensible or (especially) altruistic justification of the preceding. Any honest answer would have to take in account incompetence, greed & political-cultural narcissism (imperial arrogance) often prohibits the de facto right of self determination of peoples, any pretensions of decolonization at the United Nations notwithstanding.

In light of the preceding, just suppose (a laughable fantasy) the West were to take up Russia on an offer to repeat the plebiscite in Crimea with international observers; a plebiscite is the most democratic of all democratic principles. The obvious outcome would be (and why the ‘democratic’ West would never agree to this proposition) Crimeans would overwhelmingly (again) exercise their right of self determination to join the Russian Federation. Furthermore, the whole (majority ethnic Russian) East of Ukraine might then demand equal right to determine its own future and wellah, suddenly Putin’s Russian borders extend West to the Dnieper River. The Western states insistence Crimea remain a part of Ukraine is a case of the West maintaining a stance of ‘democracy for me, but not for thee.’

Meanwhile, the crude Spanish judicial system (dominated by judges aligned with the Popular Party, a political legacy of Franco) has jailed and continues to bring to trial those Catalan separatists who dared do what? They held a plebiscite (that most democratic of all democratic principles) to separate Catalonia from Spain (a state that has historically treated the Catalans as lackeys only fit to lick the Spanish boot.)

To keep this short, we’ll jump to Kosovo; where the Western states (NATO & the EU) has determined Serbia is not fit to govern a minority (of ethnic Albanians) on their own territory but the now purported (by the West) independent Kosovo is fit to govern a minority (of ethnic Serbs.) Never mind the inconvenient fact that recent Kosovo ‘leaders’ are being arrested and delivered to international tribunal for crimes against ethnic Serbs (includes organ harvesting), also not to mention the 250,000 Serbs driven from Kosovo in an ethnic cleansing pogrom following the NATO bombing of Serbia. Hey! Isn’t that just the sort of act the bombing was supposed to stop? NATO ‘just allowed’ that to happen when they’d grabbed control? Huh. Maybe that Albanian ‘majority’ wasn’t statistically big enough to justify an independent Kosovo (and secure Kosovo a ‘right’ to host Camp Bondsteel.)

All of this follows on a few historical facts overlooked by the Western propaganda machine; Eastern Orthodoxy’s majority Serbian population in the region of Srpska Krajina recently (90s Balkan Wars) ethnically cleansed from Catholic Croatia by “Operation Storm” (never mind the Serbs have been made the boogeyman for everything that went wrong with the breakup of Yugoslavia), as well the fact unnatural ethnic borders have been enforced in relation to Republik Srpska, ensuring there will be ongoing tensions within Bosnia on the border of Serbia and not least, the remnant Serb majority region in the North of Kosovo is denied their right of self determination to join with Serbia, ensuring perpetual inter-ethnic conflict that serves only to weaken the institutions of state via ongoing radicalization of both populations, Orthodox Christian Serb and Muslim Albanian. Europe couldn’t do a better job of promoting a war of civilizations if it had actually tried, if one were to presume it is mere incompetence derived from ego-narcissism has birthed this circumstance into the present. But maybe it is more than that, a weakened state with artificial borders is ‘low hanging fruit’ posing possibility of consolidating control over a region culturally tied to Russia (as well historically coveted by the Catholic headquarters at Rome.)

Finally, it must be noted that, similar to the Sioux Indians had founded their culture upon a spiritual relationship to the Black Hills of South Dakota from which they had been expelled, Serbia’s relationship to “Old Serbia” (Kosovo) is little different; but imperial ambition had seen the Serbs ethnically cleansed by the Albanians on multiple occasions, first under the ‘patronage’ of the Ottoman Turks, then the Albanians were backed in further pursuing pogroms against Serbs by the fascist Axis powers of World War II (similar to Croatian Ustasha persecution of Serbs during the war) and finally a coup de grace of sorts was delivered by communism under Tito, who forbade ethnic Serbs to return to their homes in Kosovo following 1945. [1]

The epilogue to all of this would be the colonizing of Serbia by the European Union at the point of a gun:

saint hoax dresses political leaders for war drags you out

^ Ursula von der Leyen

Maybe the title of this piece should have been ‘Recolonization.’

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“In any democracy, ethics, self restraint, tolerance & honesty will always take a second seat to narcissism, avarice, bigotry & persecution, if only because people who play by the rules in any democracy are at a disadvantage to those who easily subvert the rules to their own advantage” (Ronald’s Maxim)

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[1] https://archive.li/r64Og

          Čitajte na srpskom

“I Said No”
The Self-Deceit & Defeat of Aleksandar Vucic

“It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may so express it, that mental lying has produced in society. When a man has so far corrupted and prostituted the chastity of his mind, as to subscribe his professional belief to things he does not believe, he has prepared himself for the commission of every other crime” -Thomas Paine

Serbia’s President Vucic met Trump at the White House and came away with a ‘small victory.’ Or so he seems to think. This self-annointed, clueless king needs a new vizier:

“I said ‘no’ at the toughest place in the world.

“Now I can officially say that I said what I said regarding recognizing Kosovo at the most difficult place in the world. In the room where I was sitting, there were Pence, Kushner, Johnson, Grenell, O’Brien, a hundred times more powerful people than me. This was a problem for them. I’m not interested in form and chairs” -Aleksandar Vucic [1]

Well, I think Vucic should have been interested in the visual message of the ‘chair’ he’d sent around the world when his “No” had (in actuality) multiplied into entirely too many cases of ‘Yes’ recalling this next image:

^ Aleksandar Vucic meets ‘Trump in drag’

In short, Vucic was out of his league and got ‘played.’ Now he has to explain away what he had signed:

What Trump’s cabal of criminals perfectly understood when they invited Vucic to Washington was, that Vucic would absolutely be required (a small matter of domestic politics) to say “No” to the constitutionally prohibited explicit recognition of Kosovo as an independent state. [2]

After the Americans placing precisely that (recognition of Kosovo as an independent state) in the initial draft, the ‘bait and switch’ was delivered; Vucic got the ‘Point 10’ or explicit recognition of Kosovo independence removed, only to be provided a document with thinly concealed recognition of Kosovo as an independent state or (that is to say) a document with multiple cases of implicit recognition of Kosovo independence. Then, our ill-advised King Vucic was so relieved at Point 10 having been removed, he signed it. His Vizier failed him.

Now, let’s have a bit of a closer look.

Implementation of joint infrastructure agreements (highway, railroad ect) with a political entity that presently controls, and seeks the independence of Kosovo, equals implicit recognition of an independent Kosovo; the legal point here is, this act confers legitimacy on a political force in violation of the Serbian constitution but nevertheless subjects Serbia to principles of international law. Much of what follows would be subject to the same principle where one cannot do any ‘de jure’ business with an entity and subsequently claim that same entity has no legal competence (the international law’s ‘rule of reciprocity.’) [3]

Joint operation of the Merdare ‘common crossing point’ will be read (in future) as a strong indicator Serbia recognizes Merdare as an international border crossing per the principle laid out in the preceding paragraph (reciprocity) for the simple fact the administration on the Kosovo side considers itself an independent state.

Serbia and Kosovo separately joining the ‘Mini-Schengen Zone’ is outright de facto recognition of Kosovo as an independent state. In a case where Serbia did NOT recognize Kosovo’s independence, Kosovo could only enter the ‘Mini Schengen’ as a part of Serbia with Mini Schengen consisting solely of Albania, Macedonia & Serbia. Mini-Schengen is proposed as a trade association of independent states. Serbia agreeing to sign on to Mini Schengen as a peer to Kosovo is practically a recognition of independence given to Kosovo.

Accepting the US Department of Energy to draw up plans to “share” Lake Gazivoda is a strongly implicit recognition of Kosovo’s independence, because as a matter of fact a nation-state does not ‘share’ its water with a territory on peer terms except that territory were an independent state. If Serbia were sovereign over Kosovo, it would not ‘share’ but ‘assign’ water to that province.

Agreeing to refrain from any action communicating to other nations that Kosovo should not be recognized as an independent state speaks for itself.

Other points:

Diversifying energy supplies, example given, sets up possibility of taking business concessions from state controlled corporations like Gazprom and giving them to utterly uncontrolled and ruthless outlaw Western corporations like Chevron (the language is too broad & non-specific.) [4], [5]

Giving an “An international, US International Development Finance Corporation full time presence in Belgrade, Serbia” accomplishes two things, neither good for Serbia. 1) this will give the American corporate oligarchs an inside track on the privatization of what remains of Serbia’s state owned assets and 2) will give the Central Intelligence Agency a parallel track to penetrate every aspect of Serbia’s economy; pointing to the US International Development Finance Corporation is a USA government subsidiary of USAID. USAID is at the nexus of American ‘color revolution’ policies and firmly grounded in CIA history where the clandestine ‘Operations Division’ does NOT support American democratic principles (the USAID cover story) but in actuality supports acquisition and control of resources & markets by major American corporations. [6], [7]

Demanding Serbia dismantle its 5G is the USA using Serbia to stick a thumb in the eye of China.

Enhanced airline passenger & crime information sharing with the Pristina criminals who should be in a cell at the Hague, together with the entity (USA intelligence services) that created al-Qaida, is nothing short of a bad cosmic joke. What crime groups will that information be shared with? How will it compromise Serbia’s security structures?

The next bad joke is the idea there can be sincere “interfaith dialogue” with Salafi & Wahhabi radicals, currently free to proselytize throughout Kosovo. [8]

The bad joke after that is a double: concerning locating missing bodies, do you suppose ‘Pristina’ is going to locate and repatriate bodies of Serbs disappeared and harvested for organs? Who would believe that? The other problem with ‘reconciliation’ is the idea dislocated Serbs are going to be welcomed back and their properties restored; this had already been a demand of the UN for two decades with practically nothing more accomplished than ongoing abuse of those Serbs who did not (yet) leave Kosovo. [9], [10]

^ It’s not the ethnic Serbs in helmets & masks with weapons

The Western model that legalizes homosexuality practically demands ‘gay evangelism’ that radicalizes conservative societies into opposition. Serbia should be careful with Richard Grenell’s pet point; it is one thing to be tolerant, it is another thing altogether to push homosexuality in a culture’s face, a habit of numerous Western societies. Serbia risks unnecessarily alienating other nations with this agreement’s paragraph made with a gun pushed against Serbia’s back. And the joke element: what fool would believe for one millisecond that Kosovo’s growing Salafi society will do anything but de facto criminalize homosexuality in actual social practice? [11]

Certainly Serbia’s nasty reputation for trafficking weapons to proxy terrorist organizations should not benefit Hezbollah (or otherwise benefit any de facto warring party in the Middle East) but there is a magnificent hypocrisy in the demand by the USA that Serbia must ban Hezbollah, when it was the USA created al-Qaida (which splintered, one faction becoming Islamic State), with the USA now dictating who is a terrorist organization. [12], [13]

Finally, Serbia’s reward that came with Vucic agreeing to move Serbia’s embassy to Jerusalem was delivered within the hour of his signing; when Israel recognized Kosovo as an independent, sovereign nation and the humiliation was complete. [14]

 

[1] https://www.b92.net/eng/news/politics.php?yyyy=2020&mm=09&dd=10&nav_id=109215

[2] https://www.constituteproject.org/constitution/Serbia_2006.pdf

[3] https://scholarship.law.cornell.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1509&context=cilj

[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gazprom

[5] https://www.donzigerlaw.com/press-releases/2018/3/13/chevron-selling-major-oil-assets-in-canada-while-trying-to-escape-95b-pollution-debt-owed-to-rainforest-villagers

[6] http://colorrevolutionsandgeopolitics.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-archives-philip-agee-terrorism-and.html

[7] https://wikispooks.com/wiki/Document:Privatization_for_Dummies_%E2%80%93_The_Nuts_%26_Bolts_of_The_World%27s_Biggest_Scam

[8] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_propagation_of_Salafism_and_Wahhabism_by_region#Kosovo

[9] https://balkaninsight.com/2015/09/04/kosovo-organ-trafficking-how-the-claims-were-exposed-09-04-2015-1/

[10] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66pG9r7q8G8

[11] https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2020/09/07/richard-grenell-white-house-press-decriminalise-homosexuality-sham-serbia-kosovo/

[12] http://armswatch.com/us-task-force-smoking-gun-smuggles-weapons-to-syria-serbia-files-part-2/

[13] http://www.theinsider.org/news/article.asp?id=0228

[14] https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/serbia-to-move-embassy-to-jerusalem-normalize-relations-with-israel-trump-says-1.9129600

 

I don’t doubt Soros funds (and more) are behind fanning the flames of the USA street violence over the murder of George Floyd, there’s no doubt in my mind societal anger is cynically manipulated in what amounts to a deep state internecine war that could lead to civil war. But there is another side of this story, the story of the USA’s endemic racism. Here are three voices:

Dave Chapelle:

Glen Ford:

John Oliver:

In fact, I am not aware of any egalitarian deal inclusive of Blacks in American history other than the pirate culture where escaped slaves, both Black & White (Whites were slaves under the euphemism of ‘indentured servants’), elected their own ship captains and equally shared the spoils.

Think about it.

© Copyright 2020 by Ronald Thomas West

Unpublished draft manuscript. This draft chapter for inclusion in ‘A Tribal Perspective Pre-Columbian Concept Translated to Modern: Radical Ethnographic Contrasts & Related Politics of Collusion’ (a nearly completed work in progress) may be reproduced for educational & research purposes. For profit & mass paper media redistribution prohibited. Send inquiries, questions & private comments to:

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Natural Selection for Autistic Traits

“For the Western world, the Schumann resonance represents the frequency of the Earth’s electromagnetic field. It has always concentrated at 7.83 Hz, with few variations since 1952, but in June 2014 there was a change. This when the Russian Space Observatory System showed a sudden increase in activity with a varied elongation from 8.5 Hz to 16.5 Hz.

“The researchers were amazed at these values, something that had never been recorded that way. More recently, other peaks have been detected, increasing the planet’s frequency to more than 30 Hz. It is concluded that these changes clearly show that the planet is changing. Some scholars also believe that humans, when acting on a “collective consciousness” level, can affect the structure of the magnetic field.

“This speculation is based on the fact that Schumann’s frequency is “in tune” with the human brain states alpha and theta. These increasing resonances correspond, of course, to the activity of human brain waves, which means that the Earth would be adjusting its frequency of vibration”

The scientific observation taken together with the proposed conclusion…

“Some scholars also believe that humans, when acting on a “collective consciousness” level, can affect the structure of the magnetic field”

…poses problems at several levels, mostly with undesirable outcome.

Undesirable, that is, if you are a stakeholder in the future of humanity. This is because, when humanity has become a cancer upon the cosmos, humanity will be written off by the cosmos like the Western science writes off and discards a failed laboratory experiment. You don’t believe this? That’s fine, the Cartesian-Platonic mentality may then approach the larger points in what follows as a social science fiction, in which the ‘brighter’ minds of Western culture might find some real entertainment value.

To begin, “… scholars also believe that humans, when acting on a “collective consciousness” level, can affect the structure…” or physical characteristics and behavior of the planet itself but this information is isolated or ‘exiled’ from mainstream, recalling theoretical physicist d’Espagnat’s largely (one is tempted to say ‘entirely’) ignored…

“The doctrine that the world is made up of objects whose existence is independent of human consciousness turns out to be in conflict with quantum mechanics and with facts established by experiment”

…pointing directly to the lived unreality of Western science; where its own quantum mechanics has directly established the foundation of Western science itself (objectivity) is patently mistaken. Yet these scientists go on ‘building’ on the now proven to be false assumption of ‘objectivity’ while behaving as though in polite company one dare not mention the aroma of a particularly pungent fart. In short, the most ‘primal & salient’ fact is ignored.

What to do with a culture that is capable of tattooing a swastika on its forehead and denying there could be any perceptual problem with it?

Now, we will have a brief look at some comparative oddities in relation to the ‘other’ intelligence, the so-called ‘primitive’ or pre-Western (pre-Indo-European, pre-civilized) environment giving rise to indigenous thought.

“Both solitary mammals and autistic individuals are low on measures of gregariousness, socialization, direct gazing, eye contact, facial expression, facial recognition, emotional engagement, affiliative need and other social behaviors. The evolution of the neurological tendencies in solitary species that predispose them toward being introverted and reclusive may hold important clues for the evolution of the autism spectrum and the natural selection of autism genes”

What is interesting in this preceding quote from ‘Conceptualizing the Autism Spectrum in Terms of Natural Selection and Behavioral Ecology: The Solitary Forager Hypothesis’ is the fact it simply and accurately describes the behavior of any individual with intact pre-Columbian mental structure removed from their cosmos or social foundation. You can still see this behavior today; take just about any one of the more culturally intact Native American Indians described in the chapter ‘Stick Game (The Witches)’ out of that highly vibrant, community social interaction, and place them, for instance, in any Western setting of personal ego projection such as a large party, and the Indian’s behavior would present just as described in autism.

This phenomenon of two entirely different Indians in one person is reflected in the American frontier stereotype of the ‘taciturn’ Indian where the one side only had been observed; that stone-faced (expressionless) ‘savage’ that did not look at you, rather past or through you and has nothing to say.

Relevant to the preceding is the experience of the modern American lawyer, when laws had changed allowing these non-tribal law advocates to practice in today’s tribal (imposed Western) courts. “You can’t read them” was the initial reaction of the White lawyers during the procedure of jury selection; where the opposing sides are entitled to question and move to dismiss prospective jurors. This recalls the expressionless (stone) faces of the players hiding the bones at the Stick Game while ‘looking through’ the game pointer in the midst of a social event that otherwise exhibits anything except symptoms of autism; vibrant, alive, affiliative, in every sense social.

This brings up a question; how is it people who are perfectly, normally functional in their own social setting actually appear to manifest classic symptoms of autism in certain circumstance and generally elsewhere?

One factor is training. Generation upon generation of training that is finally become millennia of socialization that is uniquely different to Western; simply described as ‘there is no pretense to understand and know what is unknown.’ “I don’t know you” explains it all. There is no posturing, no social niceties involving deceits or hypocrisy concealing environmental ignorance.

Here it could be noted there had been no lie involved in the indigenous ‘mating game’ when contrasted to Western culture where one or both parties ‘put on’ their ‘best face’ (lie) in a courtship that too often sees the liar relax into their actual (inferior) selves once the ‘hook has been set’ and the romance morphs into a typical dysfunctional nightmare of ‘marriage.’ In the Native way, mating was established via consistently growing a mutually respectful friendship that is honest from the outset; in a culture where millennia of developing truthful reporting had been paramount to survival.

Related to the preceding is the fact facial recognition comes second to knowledge; knowledge of kinship in the first instance, that is to say immersion in one’s community (cosmos) determines whether you are recognized or able to recognize others; a survival ‘technique’ evolved to weed out danger that perfectly mimics autism. Without an established sense of kinship, when dislocated from one’s community, facial recognition is shut down by the brain where other, more important factors take over, threat assessment is paramount. Facial recognition, finally, is assigned to persons with certain qualities in an environment one knows & understands.

At least, that is the end result. But there is more (there is always more but this book will conclude soon, everything must end someday, somewhere.)

“Infrasound frequencies can .. enter the brain without passing through the hearing organ, entraining the brainwave rhythm into an Alpha-Theta state”

This preceding quote, from the study ‘Fireplace and Holy Altar in Curiceta at Apuan Alps, Italy’, demonstrates ‘pre-civilized’ peoples separated by vast distances were aware of the alpha-theta states’ relationship to physical reality in a macro-cosmic sense. The so-called (by the Western culture) ‘altered’ states of consciousness had been an integral part and parcel of cognitive human intelligence development since the dawn of time; and only recently became finally subverted since Plato’s misapprehension of reality (objectivity via Western science) had overtaken the world. What is this modern mentality missing, where is the organic deficit to be identified?

“Their ability to keep time gives them an intuitive understanding of the rhythmic patterns they perceive all around them”

Or so it is asserted by the article ‘The Neuro-Science of Drumming’ which goes on to note:

“…drumming ultimately has therapeutic value, providing the emotional and physical benefits collectively known as “drummer’s high,” an endorphin rush that can only be stimulated by playing music, not simply listening to it. In addition to increasing people’s pain thresholds, Oxford psychologists found, the endorphin-filled act of drumming increases positive emotions and leads people to work together in a more cooperative fashion”

Do the Western cultures ‘collectively’ drum? Other than some minority (very small) movements of ‘feminized’ Western masculine mentalities, along the lines of the phony anthropology movement generated by Robert Bly, not really. Besides, what would the split psyche of the Indo-European do with the so-called ‘shamanic’ (New Age, actually) drumming into the theta state? Insofar as a practical matter, the Western shaped individual ego drumming into altered state doesn’t come any closer to reality than an adolescent boy masturbating to pornography; the endorphin rush is a fleeting high and that’s the all of it. They experience orgasm and it’s done, the story’s end.

The misassumptions are astounding wherein another article’s title asserts ‘Experiment Proves Why Staying In Tune With The Earth’s Pulse Is Key To Our Well Being’ whilst noting:

“the frequency of the earth was an exact match with the frequency of the human brain”

The automatic assumption is the Earth is providing the pulse, not the reverse, but in fact the collective drive of human consciousness is perfectly (or imperfectly, as the case may be) capable of establishing (or corrupting, as the case may be) the Earth’s frequency and this brings us to ‘Native’ drumming and how it differs from that of the Western assumptions. Rather the article’s title might have been ‘keeping ourselves tuned to a healthy pulse is key to the Earth’s wellbeing’ or highlighting that pesky problem Western culture has with assuming responsibility where all is not forgiven.

Excepting certain forms of Stick Game, e.g. a form historically related to training for manhunting in inter-tribal combats (devolved into gambling), altogether differing from other forms such as intra-tribal dispute resolution, an indigenous COLLECTIVE mentality drums into a single COLLECTIVE conscious state where it is perfectly understood by this COLLECTIVE intelligence that this is NOT an ‘altered’ state (Western concept) but an enhanced state of creating reality that is typical of everyday life. Most indigenous ceremony, with its attending drumming, is as simple as recalibration, or fine tuning to the concept of life itself, in all of its larger complexity, to what is invariably demanded to be sensible outcome for the whole of the cosmos. Robert Bly’s Jungian ‘wild man’ notwithstanding, there is precisely zero individual imperative can become part of this.

In the fall of 1983, I was listening to a couple of four year old Indian kids who were Blackfeet Head Start Program (preschool) classmates. They were ‘arguing’ (if it can be called that) over a girl at school. The one kid finally said “There’s nothing can be done about it, she chose me.” The other boy’s reply was “I’d punch you out, but you’re my best friend.”

It was a recent communication with one of those kids, these days a ‘light skinned Indian’ immersed in the dominant culture where people automatically assume he is ‘white’, recalled the conversation.

This acquaintance had now related to me his cross-cultural experience of discovering the well adapted psychopath is the sanest person one could know in the Western culture, nearly everyone else, at some level, seems to be loud, space invading aliens, or worse, energy draining ‘emo traps’ in close relationships of most sort, whether at work, in so-called ’friendships’ or otherwise. The socially well adapted psychopaths weren’t trapped in affective empathy or its’ close relative, sympathy. This tripped some sort of switch in my head and I started looking more closely at an inter-cultural cultural phenomenon that is a radical contrast I’ve yet to see written about anywhere: Why is it Native American Indians grieve from the belly as opposed to ‘white people’ (Western mentalities generally) grieve from the heart? Moreover, the Indians seldom grieve but when they do, it makes the Westerner’s grieving look like ‘mourning lite.’ Meanwhile, the stereotype is the primitive, ‘stoic Indian’ versus ‘civilized humanity.’

Now, back to the kids. That very short conversation, of which I’ve only given the last two sentences before the subject was dropped and the kids’ play moved on to other subject, points to a process in cultural shaping that more resembles training to be well adjusted, culturally integrated psychopaths than anything else (from Western psychology point of view.) In the Indians, LOYALTY TO YOUR FRIENDSHIPS (a clone of the socially well adjusted psychopath’s unwavering-unforgiving loyalty demand in close association) in community is paramount and supersedes all else in governing oneself in relation to everything in one’s human social surroundings. “There’s nothing to be done about it, she chose me” is the end of the story, no broken heart is experienced by the second kid, there is no ‘affective’ anything, no real anger, no self-pity. Preserving the loyalty and respect entailed in authentic friendship (indistinguishable from kinship) is paramount.

What’s more is, practical friendship (experienced as a principled, hyper-respectful and ethics driven loyalty in the Indian social experience) governs conjugal relationships as well, Western romance is an alien and strange concept that finds no traction in the culturally intact native community.

The ancient indigenous culture provides ZERO space for self pity or any emotion that is supportive of sympathy in a Western sense. In the true native pidgin English, the word ‘pity’ is purely and only pejorative. In a cultural philosophy of what works versus what doesn’t work (as opposed the moralizing ‘right & wrong’) feeling sorry for people is a non-starter.

No excuses! Does this mean the ‘stoic Indian’ doesn’t mature into a being experiencing emotion? Well, yes and no, let’s say (if only to be brief in this moment) they’re wired differently and emotion is triggered differently, experienced differently and utilized differently.

As it happened, when this line of thinking took off in my head, I had been pondering how it is autism, in some of it’s forms, are pretty much non-events insofar as areas of concern in Indian country but rather reflect predilection to a certain intelligence that is useful. In fact, it should be said the culturally intact Native American is shaped, through socialization & training, to SELECT FOR autism, albeit a high functioning autism.

In Western culture, on the other hand, body language and facial expression often (very often) do not line up with spoken language in environment where actions very frequently do not match words. This pervasive deceit triggers paramount survival instinct in the Indian, mimicking autistic traits.

Because the ancient indigenous psychology cannot reconcile the Western ‘split’ (does not possess the same mental structure & constructs stemming from the Indo-European psychology of ‘duality’), there is vocal and other communications shut-down when exposed to (sometimes in casual interactions with, and especially immersion in) the Western culture that does not occur within the culturally intact indigenous social context.

Historically, from the outside (Western) view, this is the origin of the ‘Taciturn Indian’ stereotype. This raises questions in my thinking:

Is Asperger’s actually ‘genetic’ or is it simply an inter-generational phenomenon that might have genetic predisposition and socialization elements that could derive solely from either depending on circumstance?

Would the otherwise healthy but triggered ’taciturn’ native phenomenon be diagnosed as a form of autism from a clinical Western perspective if subjected to alien cultural immersion that ‘blinds’ the Western researcher?

Would there be other identifiable markers, such as the indigenous community phenomenon of families and extended families (clans) countless generations cultivating a peculiar (to that clan) intelligence that can be related to a more classical observation of Asperger’s repetitive behaviors & interests? Recalling the Western perception of hunter-gatherers they clearly do not understand when making comparisons…

“Both solitary mammals and autistic individuals are low on measures of gregariousness, socialization, direct gazing, eye contact, facial expression, facial recognition, emotional engagement, affiliative need and other social behaviors”

…this IS really interesting but more than 1/2 wrong, due to missing information from the (non-existent) inter-cultural transmission of understanding or social organization in the hunter-gathering context.

Gregariousness and socialization should register as normal if the subject is not separated from the indigenous context, which is, of course, different. Direct gazing (staring eye contact as opposed to eye contact that is not ‘locked on’) is construed as aggressive (literally predatory) behavior as would be experienced between predators of different species (especially) or enemy (territorial competition) groups. Aversion of eye contact is a behavior meant to deescalate tension. There is no point in taking on a panther if it is in any way unnecessary, example given. Also avoidance of eye contact is a form of submission and respect, such as when a young man would seek & listen to the advice of a matriarch (grandmother) where he would put his head down to demonstrate he is intently listening.

The eye contact and facial expression within the social group is there but qualified; this hunter-gatherer DOES NOT SMILE SHOWING TEETH.

Facial recognition is misconstrued by the Western anthropological researcher, wherein this aspect of the indigenous requires understanding of relationships (kinship) to receive, and then must be in a socially intelligent way, for instance at the Stick Game the stone faces presented to the opposing players within the larger context of the easily expressed joy of community entertainment; with lots of eye contact and facial recognition surrounding the stone-faced (expressionless) ‘combatants.’ In this context, the onlookers emotional engagement (joking, laughing) is quite free and uninhibited in HAPPINESS (grief is expressed in entirely different context, of course.) Any anger arising from the game play (misunderstanding and/or cheating) is immediately diffused by those present recognized as qualified judges (I held this social rank of a judge at stick game, requiring not only master level understanding of the game, but also indelible good character.)

It follows, the ‘affiliative need’ of the ancient hunter-gatherer when assessing for traits would be entirely missed in any assessment when studied from outside the indigenous social context. Perhaps related to this, in the more unassimilated (culturally intact) families, to recent times there had been literal ‘grooming’ in the anthropological sense, fairly identical to other ‘higher primates.’ This would never be observed by any outsider due to the automatic tension (however subtle) present in unaffiliated persons presence (no recognizable kinship.) This ‘grooming’ phenomenon was prevalent with/between the women, a very interesting cultural marker perhaps reinforcing a principle within the nuclear family units of an ancient culture originating within the devolved hierarchal principles of matriarchy.

“As a result of their special interests, strong focus, hyperfocus, and perseverance, people with ASD [autism spectrum disorder] can have encyclopedic knowledge in a particular area, and tend to be autodidacts with a lot of self-acquired skills. Their particular—often novel—way of thinking combined with their fixations result in many people with ASD being considered experts in very particular subjects”

This preceding quote from the Forbes article ‘Research Shows That People With Autism Have A Stronger Aptitude For Focusing On Tasks’

Autodidact is practically a pillar of Native American education; where people are trained from the youngest age to pursue independent problem solving; in circumstance of children given the tools to understand (opportunity to observe complex process) and expected to initiate correct solutions of their own accord. Upon millennia continuity, one might expect genetic predisposition should play in this socially shaped characterization.

In short, the evolutionary selection for a community that actually cannot be penetrated in any effective sense of study by a Western culture that factually shuts off access for the fact of triggering threat assessment mechanisms that are as old as the evolution of intelligence itself, points to the native view of the Western peoples as devoid of fundamental tools of survival at the meta level; in short, as dumbed down as the domesticated animals they have bred to point of helpless without hands on caregivers.

In a system where the ‘un-split’ brain is organized into the androgynous intelligence of integration to the larger sentient awareness of its surroundings, it should make sense Indian people would be aware of the danger inherent in mistaken ‘collective’ thinking and the consequences.

it would also make sense that simply encountering such people as the Westerners would trigger a HEALTHY state of threat assessment.

The foundation for the preceding paragraph had been laid throughout the text of this work; where from a tribal perspective it should be easy to see evidence all around us, example given, the creation of an artificial ‘super-consciousness’ determines the collective belief of fundamental Western monotheism is marching the world to Armageddon. But this is a minor example of possibilities where it is also realistic to expect in the absence of a proper & healthy pulse, the planet itself will convulse in such a way as to absolutely cleanse itself and begin again. Or perhaps be pronounced dead.

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A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

Contact: penucquemspeaks@googlemail.com

Čitajte na srpskom

dingleberry |ˈdiNGəlˌberē|
noun (pl. dingleberries) vulgar slang
1 a small shit-ball attached to the anal hair of an animal or man.
2 informal a foolish or inept person: That clueless dingleberry Slavoj Žižek manifest his narcissism in the mirror of Lacan
ORIGIN: German ding from Hegel’s ‘Ding-an-sich’ or ‘a thing as such’ + berry. Der Narzisst Slavoj Žižek manifestiert sein Scheißkerl im Spiegel

“Žižek’s understanding of political belief is modelled on Lacan’s understanding of transference in psychoanalysis. The belief or “supposition” of the analysand in psychoanalysis is that the Other (his analyst) knows the meaning of his symptoms. This is obviously a false belief, at the start of the analytic process…

In other words, philosophically speaking, those subjecting themselves to analysis cannot know the difference between their own butt-hole and either end of a hollow log.

…but it is only through holding this false belief about the analyst that the work of analysis can proceed, and the transferential belief can become true (when the analyst does become able to interpret the symptoms). Žižek argues that this strange intersubjective or dialectical logic of belief in clinical psychoanalysis also [is] what characterizes peoples’ political beliefs”

So, at the end of the political ‘analytic’ process, analyst Žižek is the ‘Other’ in the ‘Mirror’ … a ‘Performer of Political Fellatio Upon Teutons’ or a ‘PPFUT’ (sounds like a cat’s hiss) a.k.a. suffers from ‘scheizkerl syndrome’ typified by intergenerational, psychological dingleberries inherited from France’s Vichy practitioner Lacan & the stale corpse of Hegel’s work.

It is a bit roundabout, tracing Žižek’s Slovenian cultural embrace of Martin Luther and Luther’s forbears (German Catholicism) via France, but not really difficult.

Slavoj Žižek’s neo-Freudian hero, Jacques Lacan, smells a bit untidily of Vichy France. During the Nazi occupation of Paris, it would appear Lacan kept his employ as a therapist at Val-de-Grace military hospital, as well, his private practice continued unmolested-uninterrupted. One can only wonder whether or, when and how, Marshal Petain, or perhaps Klaus Barbie, presented as Lacan’s ‘Other’ in his psychiatric practice. Should this point to a foundation for a philosophy that is dishonest? Well, that would be ‘open to interpretation’ in that Lacan was astute enough to point out the European tradition of social-developmental psychology is to create a narcissist in every child with his concept of ‘Mirror.’ Of course the consequent ‘Other’ one projects into one’s everyday surroundings & encounters, is actually the subsequent inability of the European individual (Lacan included) to grasp there could be any comprehensible reality a single degree beyond the 2 or 3 degree borders of their own perception of self. In short: ‘People so full of themselves they are too socially stupid to understand they’ve been shaped into something utterly stupid.’

This goes to Lacan’s relationship with James Joyce; intellectually dishonest philosophers are like fleas nursing at a bitch’s belly in those bohemian cafes populated by (current era) jaded Klingon poets Robert Bly, the corpse of Ken Kesey and, Tom Robbins (among others.) We could call this contemporary cafe scene ‘post-intellectual-beat-your-meat-ism.’ Here is Robbins’ take on the Joyce literary monstrosity “Finnegan’s Wake”

“the language in it is incredible. There’s so many layers of puns and references to mythology and history. But it’s the most realistic novel ever written. Which is exactly why it’s so unreadable. He wrote that book the way that the human mind works. An intelligent, inquiring mind. And that’s just the way consciousness is. It’s not linear. It’s just one thing piled on another. And all kinds of cross references. And he just takes that to an extreme. There’s never been a book like it and I don’t think there ever will be another book like it. And it’s absolutely a monumental human achievement. But it’s very hard to read”

Robbins incidentally has also said:

“I’m descended from a long line of preachers and policemen. Now, it’s common knowledge that cops are congenital liars, and evangelists spend their lives telling fantastic tales in such a way as to convince otherwise rational people that they’re factual. So, I guess I come by my narrative inclinations naturally”

Divide the 1st paragraph by the 2nd paragraph and I expect the reader will understand a compulsive liar (or ‘deadbeat poet’, as the case may be) coming to understand Joyce while high on LSD is only equal to a charlatan (Lacan) rewriting Freud to accomplish making a name for himself whilst claiming he’s making sense of nonsense. Narcissism never knew a greater talent pool than those claiming they can sensibly read what cannot be sensibly read, or sensibly accomplish what cannot be sensibly accomplished or, to make any sense at all of what should have been established as patent nonsense, but that’s the Western philosophers’ game; burying the contradictions of their culture in complex circumlocution by design: so those contradictions never need be met face to face. This brings us to the Slovenes’ cultural mentality.

A Slav imitating a German (when it is not deliberate comedy) is like a pachuco emulating the ideology of a skinhead; except the cultural animosity is both millennia old and ingrained in the DNA. This phenomenon is nothing short of a cosmic satire cast in the mold of the so-called ‘Stockholm Syndrome.” When it is an entire people, it can only be described as an ‘end of times’ parody; a people whose language is a close cousin to Old Church Slavonic and full well knowing Slavs had been openly declared racially ‘Untermensch’, subject to slaughter by German cultural definition, in a not-so-distant past (let’s not forget the denazification project was never carried through in Adenauer’s post-war Germany, to the contrary, many Nazis were ‘rehabilitated’ if that term can be applied to the Gehlen Organization that became Germany’s secret spy service) yet the Slovene philosopher runs to the embrace of Martin Luther’s progeny and Hegel’s ‘idealism.’ Let’s have a bit of fun with this in format of sublimated cultural metaphor or fairy tale:

This ‘post-modern teutonic vision fairy tale’ could be called ‘gas attack’, where in effect a ‘gas attack’, other than Nazi employ of Zyklon B, elevating excruciating gas pains to a new philosophical level, could as easily be deadly, quiet farts, in polite company. For instance, no one should wish to insult anyone’s mother’s cooking but in earlier era a certain Frau Žižek, once upon a time, took it upon herself to habitually prepare ham and large white beans soup for supper, on Saturday evening, prior to little Slavoj’s father goose-stepping him like a good soldier to church on Sunday mornings.

Now, for whatever reasons, it happened both; little Slavoj craved this delicacy and it did NOT like him. But this unfortunate biological-based sort of bodily-dissonance went in large part undetected by those grand phobahs in the family authority. This was because little Slavoj’s parents would be off to the main church service where lessons in the almighty were dispensed in academic fashion worthy of ivory tower, whereas the mere house-baboon type underlings, such as little Slavoj, were shunted off to ‘training’ in proper Lutheran style .. in a somewhat preconceived notion anticipating future paradise where no children are allowed in the company of ‘adult’ goings on and/or doings, the Hegelian-based roots of segregation as it were.

So it was, this unfortunate little Slavoj, repeatedly (in class repeatedly, and repeatedly in class), was a machine pushing out highly humid farts of the utterly silent variety and which aroma would melt metal like a smelter. Or explode a building like a natural gas leak that found the heater’s pilot light. Farts resembling a highly sulfurous volcano vent’s gases forced through his village cousin’s fresh manure pile, gathered from the sheep pens. Heads went to desks, kids’ eyes watered, the class instructor took on a glazed look, during entirely-too-long-pauses, breaking up lesson plans.

Because Martin Luther’s Hegelian progeny never say what is honestly on their mind when the subject matter is embarrassingly prurient, and farts are embarrassingly prurient subject in any German or pseudo-German company, this nightmare went on, week after week and the small classroom’s door could not so much as be left ajar, to let in some fresh air, as this would be a tacit admission there was an embarrassing problem.

Thusly so, it went on until for whatever reason (no adult instructor willing to endure anymore) one Sunday morning there was no professor to segregate the kids; when little Slavoj found himself sitting in the main church service pew with his nominally Slav but ‘teutonized’ adult overseers and there was consequent over-reaction; ham and large white beans soup were the cause of a conversion to Marxism in little Slavoj’s house but it was too late to make a lasting impression, rather only carried a certain aroma over to a future analytic political philosophy!

The ‘moral’ of this story would be: If you can smell it, investigate it, before circumstance dictate you must breathe through your mouth and taste it.

And so it was, little Slavoj, despite his infatuation with Vichy’s Lacan and cultural indoctrination in an ‘ideal’ tradition of the Teuton Hegel, grew up to become the contradiction of a teutonically shaped, Russian owned propaganda prig; whose several present philosophical dingleberries includes the ‘Assangemania’ that had only, ever, been equaled by certain pre-adolescence fans of the Beatle Paul:

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^ Slavoj Žižek’s Jungian Anima ^

Oracle

Pre-Columbian Concept Translated to Modern By Ronald Thomas West

© Copyright 2020

Unpublished draft manuscript. This work may be reproduced for educational & research purposes. For profit & mass paper media redistribution prohibited. Send inquiries, questions & comments to

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This article on the intelligence of oracle does not concern itself with the actual performance or rule of play. Rather it delves into underlying philosophical issues. For a comparison of the base 8 derived values between I Ching and the Native American Stick Game, go HERE. To read a tutorial on the modern (not the ancient) or gambling form of the Stick Game, go HERE. Per always, those readers hopelessly locked into the Cartesian-Platonic reality parameter are welcome to read this work as social science fiction –

Western Math Capsule

Were it the case math is simply a symbology necessary to extrapolate technical applications from the imagination, this is necessarily (however sophisticated) a limited sphere of influence that is in no way authoritative outside of the projective-reflective bubble of perception which enables it. That is to say, in an appearance of the paradox of things, something so crude as a primitive apocalyptic mythology, that is conservative Christian extremism, or a culturally subliminal ‘Biblical Capitalism’ driving the world’s liberal democracies, can pervert any mathematical applications because it is beyond the comprehension of the sophisticated Western actors (themselves) that a technologically advanced people (Westerners) could be so stupid (when embracing technology) as to employ this math to commit a collective suicide whose consequence should reach beyond every reasonable boundary.

It was a similar fundamental mistake which had defeated the American indigenous nations from inception of contact but were a more extreme example of non-comprehension of the stupidity of that which confronted them. Yes, I am making a case the ‘primitives’ of 500 years past were actually more intelligent, by far, than the phenomenon of stupidity (Western culture) that had overtaken these cultures and turned them on their heads with ‘education.’

(To this day) the indigenous intelligence failing to set aside the rule of noninterference and employ what could be described as (the disallowed) ‘transcendent warfare’ proved to be suicidal. A new indigenous symbology could not be developed to envelop and contain or destroy what was not grasped; rather than the inter-dimensional reality the indigenous was accustomed to, this new opponent had no functional awareness of the inter-dimensional relationships necessary to survival but was entirely trapped in the projection-reflection illusion. A severe handicap, herein labeled stupidity, prevailed. Whether the so-called ‘great minds’ of Western culture had thrown off the absurdity of ‘The Fall’ in their intellectual grasp, it made no difference; inter-generational socialization shaped their subliminal habits in the same mold. It is medieval European thought process wields modern technology.

The Western model’s math habits (epitomized in the atom smasher at CERN) is to literally butcher reality while attempting to penetrate the unseen beyond the projective-reflective reality bubble (a blindness fairly exclusive to the modern Indo-European based cultures and those cultures they have infected.) Space travel is not in the cards but they cannot know this; when behaving as a ‘cancer causing virus’ the cosmos’ immune system should shortly wipe out. A primary symptom of this is, the (over-taken the world) Western model of ‘sustained development’ underlying the capitalized mercantile economy is precisely a principle of cancer, there is no escaping this. In the Western model, there is no embedded, functioning oracle, pointing to pulling back in any sense of self restraint or instinct to avert catastrophe, rather incoherent dreams dislocated from the unseen aspect defy intelligent interpretations.

Eastern Math Capsule

Chinese civilization had a method (middle way) to temper and intelligently manage the images created in the projective-reflective reality bubble, something the Western culture does not. Wherein Western math is heavily biased to base 10, the Eastern oracle (middle way) represented in I Ching superimposes base 8 onto base 10, imposing a limitation that prevents runaway fractions (endless fractures, one could say) or the logical oxymoron of endless possibilities within a set parameter (imposes a rule of restraint.) To the Western understanding, the example should be the chessboard, wherein there is a limitation established exhausting possibilities. But there is a difference of chess to the Chinese model (I Ching) that is subtle but profound; the 64 hexagrams of the oracle should be looked at as rolling a wheel marked with 64 degrees on a plain, it does not actually exhaust but always presents probabilities in the projective-reflective bubble of reality at a different space in time, there is never a precise repeat of circumstance, within the ‘immutable law’ of the cosmos (seasons) decay & regeneration.

The game of chess is little more than a tool to exercise intuitive thought or better train oneself to sensing the unseen; the I Ching, on the other hand, sets out governing principles acknowledging the unseen (forces exterior to the projective-reflective reality bubble) influences reality in every sense.

Indigenous Math Capsule

The stick game, in its’ original or unadulterated base 8 form, should be described as a high expression of quantum math or interactive tool for purpose of determining probabilities via opening a ‘window’ to the unseen exterior to the ‘self’, within the projective-reflective reality bubble.

This PROCESS of stick game, practiced in its’ original base 8 form (excludes the modern gambling application with 11 sticks & modified rules governing the bones) enables a non-individuated but nevertheless ‘purposed’ penetration (sight) of what is usually unseen, this should represent an ancestral form of the base 8 integrated to the I Ching. However there were ancient priests above this quantum reality’s extrapolated math that needed no oracle tools; only the self discipline imparted by their training but this was never available in the I Ching format because certain integral rules had been modified to adapt the quantum math principle to vertical hierarchy (away from matriarchal law or a greater intuitive intelligence.) The stick game is also limited in similar regard, only not to the degree of I Ching. It should be considered these oracles form the highest expressions of extrapolated math attainable within the current reality parameters. The fundamental difference to Western is this math is not in and of itself dissecting of the reality parameter, but limits itself to discriminating.

The ancient priests who practiced the higher forms (transcending these oracles) were fluidly, fluently ‘inter-dimensional’ entities able to shift the projective-reflective reality parameters into (integrate to) the unseen in those moments one could call ‘propitious.’ These were the ones who would appear to ‘create reality’ from simple process (mind.) Qualitative differences that should be noted between this and the Western & Middle Way relate to  a shifting group awareness of the indigenous group in it’s entirety. When integrated to Nature as a larger social construct, the indigenous do not ‘abstract’ the environment as the other systems do; Western ‘objectivity’ is a radical abstract altogether removed from the immutable laws of the unseen reality, Tao (middle way) is not so radical by far but is abstracted away from Nature as well, from wherein laws are ‘derived’ for purpose of governing artificial structures within projective-reflective reality bubble.

The purest quantum math would be based entirely in intuition and cannot be extrapolated into the contemporary projective-reflective reality bubble without imposing limitations (there are aspects that do not transfer into finite or tangible form as tools, limitations reflected both in stick game and I Ching.)

With I Ching you can develop what amounts to a sophisticated still photograph of probabilities that can be printed out. The properly trained priest of the knowledge (Sage) can achieve this with synchronized confirmation (e.g. coordinated to thunder & lightning) and the governing structure he serves can be guided this way, but that is it in its entirety.

Beyond the ‘printout’ of a still image, with Stick Game you can make what amounts to a mental video that can be preserved in the ‘immediate’ human memory, but any actual recording would be considered worthless, neither scribes nor technology can capture the ‘intangibles’ only seen in the mind of the aware or trained participant; example given would be the passive or receptive mental observations (thought process) matched to the dynamics of the actual play, such as when the diviner makes a decision and resultant phenomenon (such as when a bird flies into & out of view, matched to spontaneous mental image) that occur perfectly coordinated to the game’s (oracle) development. This aspect of ‘integrated to nature in motion’ revealing information is beyond the reach of extrapolation. However the oracle result might be discussed, and entered into the record of Oral History, it should be recognized there can be no recording developed that captures this essence. It can only exist in what can described as a window into the otherwise unseen awareness. This phenomenon allows for numerous ‘mini oracles’ within the oracle as well; as many participants as might be engaged, any or all might be experience phenomenal ‘revelation.’

In the I Ching there is but one diviner. In the Stick Game there can be a consensus divination. As well, in the stick game, there is potential of the several (any amount from two to hundreds of) participants to take away (net gain of) knowledge. The I Ching subordinated the female principle (single diviner) the Stick Game did not (requires two diviners at minimum.) Otherwise the underlying Base 8 principles (extrapolations) are the same.

Artificial Intelligence is therefor a non-sequitur that is twice removed from reality; when the Western mathematical or ‘objectified’ projection into ‘reality’ is based on dissection (one could say the vivisection of sentient awareness) of a living environment, it follows any artificial intelligence will inherently be a defective product of a defective extrapolation.

© copyright 2020 by Ronald Thomas West: for profit and mass paper media redistribution prohibited

The Related Value of ‘Autism’

To be continued (next essay, cosmos willing…)

 

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A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

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