But the fog of war is seriously upon us.

(If you’re new to the term, it is loosely defined as: the uncertainty in situational awareness experienced by participants in military operations. The term seeks to capture the uncertainty regarding one’s own capability, adversary capability, and adversary intent during an engagement, operation, or campaign. )

For the most part, the war is an infowar of great magnitude — Information vs. Disinformation. But I also believe that a few people have already been killed.  (El* ct *on fr* ud and C* VID are at the tip of that iceberg, but there is so much underneath it, you’d want to just shoot yourself to turn it all off.) (For instance, if you’ve never done it before, get on a secure vpn and look up the term a  r  k a  n  c i  d  e…)

And our adversaries in the infowar are the D **p St* te, the e  u, S* r *s, the C * P, big t*ch, b* g m* dia, and s* cial m* dia. (You can also throw in I r *n, and R * ss *a, but it seems we are always in an infowar with both of them.)

I bring this up now because: a.) I’m exhausted; and b.) what happened in Nashville is so obviously not what it seems.

There is video footage clearly showing the blast occurred across the street from where the RV was parked. That, in turn, seems to have ignited the RV, as well. But the initial blast seems to have come from under the ground. And there is also video footage that could be interpreted as some sort of missile hitting the RV and detonating it, but that one seems like a bit of a long shot — the video, I mean. Not necessarily the idea itself.

I heard one comment online (in the video below, I think) that was the most honest and accurate thing I’ve heard in months. And that comment was: “Funny how quick the f   b   i was to jump on the explosion in Nashville but they still haven’t done anything about the massive evidence of widespread v* t* r fr*ud.”

Sad but seemingly so true. Unless that, too, is disinformation.

A t and t , the n s a, and G A do seem to play a part in this explosion, from what I can tell. And the gun fire before the explosion, and the public address system warning people to seek safety for at least 20 minutes before the blast, also seem to be pointing at something beyond just one lone patsy that the f  b  i wants to “question.” (An th* ny Qu * nn W* rr*n)

So we are right back to not having a clue who to believe, but my money, as always (well, I use that term figuratively because the fake p* nd* m*c did away with all my money). However, my money is never on the f  b  i being the ones to listen to anymore.

They are part of the shiny objects we are always being asked to focus on, while the information we really need is being un-draped before us in the opposite direction.

As luck would have it, I spent all of yesterday going over every single file in that w* k i le *ks data d* mp from several days ago.

If you’d like to depress yourself for a few hours, then by all means go ahead and look at all those files. Of course, many were in German, and some were in languages that I didn’t even recognize. Still, a whole lot are in English. And some are even simply exceedingly clear JPEGS (i.e. photos that clearly show a young blonde woman was tortured to death. That’s gonna cheer up your holiday weekend, for sure. I cannot even imagine her poor parents having to claim her body.) (That happened over a decade ago.)

There are a lot of things in this world that are truly horrific, truly sad, but that I don’t have enough room inside me to allow myself to care about. People are always going to do horrific things, and you rarely know who you can trust, and it’s even more rare when you can actually trust some sort of “institution”. Certain things, I can’t even pretend to give credence to. (i.e., the f  b  i saying that one lone patsy — excuse me — individual detonated his RV in Nashville on Christmas morning, and that there had already been two complaints against this guy that the bureau ignored….)

What I care about is preserving the U S  C* n st* t* t*on. And the closer we get to both Jan 6 th and then Jan 2 0 th, the worse the disinformation on all sides is getting. Because it actually is the fog of war.

Too many people all over this country (and even abroad) are scrambling to save their skins (i.e. prison and seizure of all their assets) and the only way that can happen is to keep Tr  ** p out of the W H. And that would literally mean we would cease being a Constitutional Republic and become a Socialist satellite of someone else. The level of desperation out there to get Tr ** p is truly feeling off-the-charts insane.

And while I would hope that as many of you who can get to D C on the 6 th are actually going to do so, I would stress that you still need to be careful.

But what everyone is advising, beyond the 6 th itself, is to stay away from large crowds, wherever you live in the U S. The violence expected from the ( D **p S t * te’s insurgency arm) (aka A n t* f*) will likely be pretty horrible. Don’t go into the fray of it unless that’s the kind of person you are and you can deal with it and, I’m guessing, you’re well armed in some way.

(I’m still thinking that the military is going to be involved in this in some way, gang. But I guess we’ll see.)

Okay, so the new rumor is that A d * m Sc h * ff was not arrested by the police at LAX, but is in federal custody.

He doesn’t seem to have come out online anywhere over the last few days, saying the rumors are false…

And I would caution anyone about being too hasty to believe that v  p  P * nc* is actually a traitor. I’m thinking “fog of war,” gang. Fog of war.

Well, all righty, folks. It was 10 degrees Fahrenheit when I awoke this morning, but it is supposed to get up to the mid-40s today, so the snow & ice are gonna melt, which means there is no need to worry about shoveling the sidewalk, or scraping the ice off my car… It will all happen the natural way! Yay!!

So I’m going to stay indoors for the 4th day in a row here. Relax. Do some writing. Do some cooking. Do some yoga. And, you know, try to focus on what’s good in the world.

Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

“The Boy In The Bubble”

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry

It’s a turn-around jump shot
It’s everybody jump start
It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry

© 1986 Paul Simon, Forere Motlhoheloa