PAYBACK

Top people charged with responsibility to protect and defend the United States know with certainty two facts, which the American people can only guess. 

Who knows what they might be? 

Think long and hard.

Maybe destinies of powerful persons, their families and friends, collaborators and enablers, hang in the balance.

Does anyone know?

Lives and legacies might depend on what Team USA believes it knows for certain. 



Are we in a bio-war or not? If so, with whom?

Did someone throw the 2016 election and install a Manchurian Imposter?

Well… ??

Who is destabilizing America? Are legions loyal to foreign oligarchs and who intend us harm infiltrating Parties, paramilitaries, social media, and talk radio? 

What about television news shows?

Believe it or not, people exist who know with certainty the answers to these questions. They possess power to set things right. They work for Team USA.

America’s defenders know which answers are yes and which are no. They are able to distinguish between threats that are crazy-talk and those which are dead serious. They possess data bases filled with names, phone numbers, and addresses of people who plot mayhem. 

If they choose, they can put stealth missiles through the bedroom windows of those who have the wherewithal and intent to start World War Three. No one believes it, but it’s true. 



The United States rules Earth. It isn’t going to change—not ever.

Folks who aren’t American, some of them, don’t understand. The USA rules because it knows how to identify threats and neutralize them. A lot of wannabe dictators could testify in the affirmative but unfortunately for them they are dead. 

Why does power concentrated for long in the hands of solitary sociopaths drive some insane? Power-trippers, most of them, learn too late that their inevitable screw-ups suck like quicksand to extinguish their ambitions. History is filled with such stories. 

It might be better for some folks to have never been born. They suffer in this life and maybe the next. Their goal?—to make their subjects as miserable as they can. It’s not right. 

My dad worked for the National Security Agency when he wasn’t flying jet-helicopters to defend our eastern borders from adversarial submarines. I met and knew his friends. In their world, right made might, not the other way around. 

I can assure readers that those I knew who served to defend American freedom were the good-guys. The world has no hope of living free absent the United States.

Yes, some of our oligarchs are depraved and crazy. Americans will deal with them eventually, right?  For now, we face another decision, which is whether to settle scores with oligarchs who live elsewhere who may have tried to hurt us.

No ordinary person who lacks security clearances can say which threats are real and which are conspiracy theories told to divert attention from terrors most folks are not well-trained to handle. 

People today deny it, but truth is—80 years ago—the Japanese people, some of them, wanted to be conquered by America. They longed for freedom, prosperity, and most of all for our collective sense that right and wrong mattered.

It’s why they obeyed their emperor and attacked Hawaii. Some generals knew full-well defeat was sure to follow, because they were sophisticated and well-traveled. They understood America. Being undone by Americans meant those in their families who survived war would soon live free and proud. When annihilation finally came it would bring fresh wind; they and everyone left alive would be delivered from evil. 

There was no other way. 

I lived in Japan for two years following the Korean War. The Japanese people, many of them, worshipped the righteous ground we walked on. We were heroes.

Today, America is led by loving people (Joe Biden and Kamala Harris) who care about doing what is right and fair. Unfortunately for our adversaries, we might have scores to settle. I have no way to know for sure. What some adversaries don’t seem to understand is that whatever are the stakes, events which will shape the future are already well-planned and underway as I write. 

Underestimating capabilities of the USA to protect its secrets and war-making technologies is a trap the foolhardy step into from time to time. Adversaries should know by now that the USA does not bluff. For the United States, freedom is not a chess match; it’s not a game of Pong or Checkers. 

We don’t fuck around. 

If it’s true that scores will soon be settled, then the lives of powerful people, their families and friends, their collaborators and enablers in lands faraway are at this moment in grave danger. 

America goes for the jugular of those who fuck with us. We hit leaders first if we can, last if we must. 

When conflict comes, the takedown of foreign oligarchs who have messed with our democracy will be ruthless and total.

Who disagrees?

When it’s over the world will be a better place.

Yes, a few bad people will end-up missing. The best part is no one will miss them because everyone they know will disappear. It’s how civilization advances against barbarism when options vanish. 

My advice to people who have done wrong is to write notes of apology to America and its friends. Tell us what you did wrong and what you regret. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Americans love apologies and are eager to forgive with open hearts any who are contrite and filled with remorse.



Leaders of the World:

Bring freedom to your peoples by dividing your governments into co-equal branches where no one person or like-minded group can seize power; where consent of the governed determines the course of history.

Read the USA Constitution and learn from it. 

Read carefully; read fast.

Clocks are ticking.

Who hears sounds clocks make when time runs out?

Billy Lee 

MASS STOCKHOLM

This essay is one of the shortest on the website, but it might be the most timely during this moment of impeachment inquiries.  Questions like the following are being asked on forums around the internet and the world:

Would you rather have Joe Biden or Elizabeth Warren run against President Trump?
September 2019 on Quora.com 

The problems that President Trump creates are the most serious to face Americans in my lifetime. Three exceptions might be the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Vietnam War, and 911

As a people, we are at this moment completely dependent on our elected representatives. Nothing any civilian does can make any difference; we are helpless in the face of an alleged sociopath who holds the most power of any human on Earth. 


Tony Schwarz wrote Trump’s Art of the Deal and split the profits 50-50. He has said that Trump is a sociopath capable of initiating a nuclear conflagration.

The following is an answer to the Quora question, which I hope people who matter carefully consider. And yes, the answer is somewhat oblique. I don’t think whoever runs against Trump will make much difference in the events that will come after.

Does anyone believe that Trump is the kind of man who relinquishes power?  


The surest way to remove Trump is through impeachment, but it’s not clear that he will step down if he is convicted by the Senate. Waiting for clarity is not a valid reason for caution. Inaction will bring catastrophe. Too much is at stake. 

I know it’s difficult for many Americans to remember, but Trump insisted that the 2016 election was rigged by Hillary Clinton; many believed he planned not only to challenge the election in the courts but to lead an insurrection or even a revolution if the result turned against him.



Trump is allied with the NRA—an armed, insurrectionary group of lunatics dedicated to revolution should they fail to get their way. The NRA has been swarmed by Russian intelligence. The Russian objective is to destabilize the United States by fanning the flames of paranoia in a politically influential organization known to be susceptible to manipulation by conspiracy theorists. 

Southern evangelical Christians are the backbone of the new Confederacy, which Trump leads; he is their modern day Jefferson Davis who plans first to reestablish legalized segregation under the guise of, I don’t know, “right to choose”, maybe. 

Other atrocities will follow. The suppression of non-whites (like immigrants) is in full-swing, which white-supremacists, among others, support.



White evangelicals don’t preach against the ethnic-cleansing of America; they endorse it. Jerry Falwell Jr. of Liberty University has encouraged his students for years  to train in the use of firearms so that they will be able to kill Muslims if given the opportunity. For years he has advocated for violence against those he hates by inciting unaccountable, non-state actors — like the students who attend his so-called “university”. 


NOTE BY EDITORIAL BOARD: On August 25, 2020 Jerry Falwell accepted a $10.5 million severance package from Liberty University to step down. Like Adam in the Garden of Eden, he blamed his wife for the sex scandals that followed him pretty much everywhere during his tenure. 


I think most reasonable folks are at a point where they can figure-out that the coming election might amount to no more than a simple diversion — a shiny object to pull people’s attention away from what might turn out to be the only course of action with any chance at all to remove the president — an impeachment in the House of Representatives followed by conviction in the Senate.

Many people are in denial; people withdraw their attention from events that disturb them. Seizure of American institutions has already taken place by people working for the other side. Some people seem to have unrealistic expectations that a media owned by oligarchs like Trump will warn them.

Very few are able to face head-on a reality that includes loss-of-country. People sleep better at night if they pull their heads inside their shells and pretend everything is OK when it isn’t.



Some resort to a version of the Stockholm Syndrome to help them cope with the sickness that tears at their stomachs when they remember that Trump grabbed them by their electoral colleges; they embrace the tormentor to maintain their sanity.

Stockholm Syndrome is at the core of Trump’s power. Trump is right that he can kill, and his supporters will stand with him. He has nothing to fear from so-called “church-goers” who love him because he is bad.

Trump has put into place policies that seem designed to terrorize sick children; ICE puts them in cages where they risk death from neglect and illness; the president’s policies strike fear in families who are running from gangs to search for safety north of the southern-border.

Everyone wants to believe that a shining-city-on-a-hill exists somewhere in the world that they can crawl to during hard times. It’s a myth, unfortunately. Trump has shredded people’s dreams for a better future. Impoverished freedom-seekers are neither welcome nor safe in Trump’s America. 

A bad election result is the easiest thing for a thug who already holds power to cast aside. An election can be rigged; it can be ignored; it can be challenged in stacked courts; it can be won in the electoral college.

Trump ought to know; he lost the popular count in 2016 by a record 11 million votes; 3M from Hillary; 8M from third-parties. No president has lost the popular vote by a larger margin. The president knows he will lose the popular vote in 2020; it didn’t stop him in 2016; it won’t stop him next year, either. 

Losing the popular vote by a wide margin is not going to be a problem for President Trump. Who doesn’t agree that it’s true? 

If Americans wait for the 2020 election to make the change that everyone with sense knows we must make, then our country could be lost for a long time, perhaps forever, at least for us, the little people who depend on it to breathe free.  

Billy Lee

Note from the Editorial Board: We recommend that readers view each video in Billy Lee’s essay. The short videos are historical in nature. Current confirming videos can be found on YouTube and other websites. Billy Lee included the older videos to remind people about where they’ve been. He wants to encourage folks to reflect about what they imagined was going on when first they saw them.  

GOOSE LAKE

ESSAY CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

The 300,000 people who attended the Goose Lake International Music Festival on the east side of Leoni Township in Michigan during August 7-9, 1970 were mostly middle-class college dropouts like myself.



I dropped out in June—two courses short of a degree—to evade being shipped to southeast Asia to kill “gooks”. The university ROTC program trained future officers to lead Army combat platoons—destination Vietnam.  After hearing horror stories from returning GIs during advanced infantry training at Fort Riley, Kansas, I was having none of it.

Who calls air-strikes on kids younger than themselves they don’t know, have never met, and who did nothing wrong—other than look different? Who deserves to be torched alive with fire jellies called napalm and chemically seared by burn agents like white phosphorus? Nothing any military professor taught at the university convinced me that waging war for no good reason was the way honorable people earned a living.

I wasn’t going to make a career out of killing people. I wasn’t going to spend five minutes destroying farms, livestock, and families to test the nation’s weapon-systems on human beings. 

Read Being Hated to learn what my options were. 

I made a decision certain to impact the future. Resigning my officer’s commission in the United States Army would shut doors; I had no idea at the time how many.  Attending a music concert with new found friends who were unschooled in military discipline seemed like a good idea. My mother, working alongside the Navy pilot she married, bred and raised me for military life. It seemed that now might be the right time to learn another way.  

At Goose Lake almost no one brought cameras.  None in my group knew anyone except possibly their parents who owned movie cameras.  In 1970, only rich folks owned color movie cameras with sound; still-pics were what ordinary parents took of their kids, mostly in black and white. Color cameras and film were expensive back in the day. Most movie-camera brands lacked sound. 

It was a different time.

The photo and video records of the Goose Lake International Music Festival are almost non-existent as far as any web search done by me can tell. What video and pics remain are grainy, mostly black and white, and frankly depressing as hell, many of them. 

No one showed up to produce a movie like they had at Woodstock in August 1969, the previous year.  Woodstock, the Movie (edited by Martin Scorsese and Thelma Schoonmaker) rolled into theaters across the USA in March 1970.

A whole lot of folks from Michigan decided to recreate the Woodstock Music Festival experience at Goose Lake. Within five months of Woodstock’s movie release, they managed to turn the fantasy viewed by most in theaters into a real-life, real-time spectacle for well over a quarter-million people.


Goose Lake was wild.  

Note:  (Click map to enlarge in new window) Billy Lee and friends camped in Sunmeadow, he thinks. It could have been Strawberry Meadow. It might have been somewhere close to Layalot. One thing Billy Lee remembers for sure… he couldn’t find the beach. Stoned Beach sounded great but he was wasted and couldn’t find it. He might have used a good map; he doesn’t remember seeing one until he searched the web for this essay—almost 50 years after.  He says he thinks he remembers that promoters forced folks to buy entry tokens to get maps. Billy Lee claims he can’t remember buying tokens or even how he found the concert grounds or exactly how he managed to get in.  He has no memory of the drive home. The Editorial Board

My new, radical friends brought to Goose Lake no change of clothes, no food, and no dope. They didn’t want to get busted by the pigs; everyone figured if we got hungry, food-stands would sell hot dogs to help get us through. We brought pocket change and pup-tents, nothing more. The way things went down, money (we called it “bread“) became the one thing we didn’t need. 

We would require real bread—the kind people eat; readers will learn that some folks—like my group of friends—nearly starved at Goose Lake. 

The concert turned out to be completely free once we worked our way inside. A fuzzy memory says we might have snuck in (like tens-of-thousands of others) through cuts in the barb-topped, chain-link fence erected to encircle the grounds and control the crowds.

I don’t remember anyone having money at the time to actually purchase $15 entry tokens, which have become collector items worth more now than then. ($15 in 1970 was equivalent to about $125 today.)

I remember the Goose Lake International Music Festival as a vivid technicolor freedom party.


Click pics, like this map, to enlarge for viewing.

In five days (we arrived early; stayed late), I learned more about anarchy—good and bad—than I learned during the following two years protesting the Vietnam war in the streets and the copy rooms of Joint Issue, the “underground” antiwar newspaper my closest friends published. 

Goose Lake became for me the trip of a lifetime. This essay is an attempt to remember what I can before memories fade and go missing forever. 

The first lesson learned was that people in America—white people who looked like me—used and were addicted, some of them, to heroin. I didn’t see anyone use heroin before Goose Lake.

Come to think of it, I don’t remember black people at Goose Lake, either. Through the lenses of today, the event might have seemed to the uninitiated like a gathering of white-supremacist men. Women attended, sure, but they made up not much more than a highly-desired minority—maybe 30%. 

Heroin was what blacks ingested—that’s what white folks told themselves, anyway. It was the crack-cocaine of the 1960s and 70s. Whites didn’t do “hard” drugs—not according to news reports, which naive suburban kids who smoked weed suspected might mostly be sort of true but maybe not. 

A black kid I worked with at Arlington National Cemetery trimming gravestones during summer confessed he tried it. He said heroin was so good he promised Jesus then and there he would never touch it again; he knew right away that if he shot it twice he would be toast—a lifelong addict with no hope of rescue this side of heaven. 

What he shared was pretty much all I knew about a “hard” drug everybody heard of but no one used.


Admission tokens cost $15 and came in all colors, including red (not shown). Because fences topped with barbed-wire blocked entry, folks who didn’t buy tokens wire-cut their way in.

At Goose Lake we arrived early. My friends sat on a slope looking down onto a dirt parking lot. Cars, buses, and campers rolled-in like waves on a brown ocean. Dust hung in the air.

One car weaved; the driver seemed unable to negotiate a simple parking space. The car crawled almost to a stop when the driver-side door swung open; a guy in a white tee-shirt slow-motioned out the door—would he puke? As the car continued to inch forward, he plopped face down. Dust kicked up. His head hit hard. 

The car rolled until it struck the back of a parked car. The door on the passenger-side jerked open. A girl leaned out; she fell like a sack of flour into the dirt.

The couple had finally made it to Goose Lake from wherever they came. Wrecked on heroin (or worse), they lay on the dusty lot for a while before dudes who wanted their blocked parking space got involved.

Maybe the couple ended up at the medical tent; maybe they recovered. I never learned what happened to them.

Things started moving faster; it was all anyone could do to keep up. As the festival revved—when security broke down, which as far as I could tell was before we got there, before the gates opened—pushers sold heroin in open markets to anyone who wanted to try; many did.

By the end of the festival, dealers were passing heroin free to anyone because they feared the gauntlet of police waiting outside the gates would arrest them on the way out. Festival goers heard that pigs were lined up at every exit and highway on-ramp to take revenge for being overwhelmed by the crowds.

When the time came for the festival to end, some people would be terrified to leave. 

The folks who owned the food stands stupidly closed them the first night. Hungry people broke them down and took everything. By morning when my group went for breakfast, every concession stand was rubble. We wouldn’t eat again for three days. 

As we stood around in shock wondering where to get food, semi-trucks rolled in loaded with tens-of-thousands of freezer-bags full of freshly harvested marijuana. Farmers from who knows where made Goose Lake a free pot zone. They tossed bags of grass from the back of their trailers for hours. 

Someone brought papers. We rolled joints and stuffed them into empty cigarette packs—about 30 joints to a pack. For the rest of the festival we chain-smoked dope morning, noon, and nighty-nite-nite. Never before or since would I ingest as much THC.

Michigan grass is green and fresh; when lit, it smells like freedom. The farmers at Goose Lake brought their best weed and gave it away. I never understood why. Smoking weed was supposed to induce “the munchies.” I learned that you forget about hunger when you’re high enough. 

At night I dreamed vivid dreams, not about sex, as was my habit during youth, but about baked potatoes piled high with butter and sour cream; steaks bleeding blood on the inside but burned black and crunchy on the outside coated with A1 sauce and spicy mustard; fresh cooked beans steamed in oil with lots of salt…

Dreaming about food made me feel joyful; glad to be alive. I knew I would eat these foods again and soon; I would ravage them with the appreciation deprivation provides. It is good to go without sometimes. It really is. Anyway, an unlimited stash of free dope lifted my spirits. 



The music performed was uneven. Some groups came prepared to play; others, not so much. Music became a less interesting part of the festival, at least for me. A girlfriend who traveled with another group wandered around until she found me. She asked if I might try some mescaline someone gave her.

She said she wasn’t sure what it really was; it might be acid mixed with sedative; it might really be mescaline—an extract of peyote; all she knew for sure was that whoever gave her the pills promised it was mescaline. 

I said, “Fine. Let’s drop some tabs an hour or so before the band Chicago performs. We’ll get off as the music starts.”

The night was going to be black and warm with a sky full of stars . My girlfriend promised to stop by my tent after the music started. She’d be high; we’d watch and listen together. I said, OK. 

Night fell. I remember seeing light flash in streaks off gold trombones. Trumpets spit bursts of photons in all directions. The stage sat far away but was brightly lit. I saw sparkles of color flying off the edges of every item that shimmered.

I possessed the eye-sight of a predatory bird in flight. The music played crisp and clear. Percussive sounds splashed like warm rain across my face. I wanted to cry but amazement overwhelmed me.  

My girlfriend showed up more or less on time and began to sway. I looked at her body, which I saw clearly through her dress with x-ray vision. My soul ached with desire. When I touched her she placed a hand on mine. Her dark eyes dilated—as I knew mine had. She leaned forward. “Want to?” she said. “I can’t believe how wet I am.”

We moved into the tent where she lifted her dress and wrapped her legs around me. I buried myself inside. We breathed heavy and made desperate sounds, which before mescaline we didn’t make.

Orgasm was intense. It took my entire existence. It lasted a lifetime inside a tent with its front flap open to the stars, music pouring in, and my newest friends nearby. 

She, darling comrade whose name I’ve since forgot (God, forgive me), said something I won’t forget. “Billy!” she breathed. “I felt your orgasm—inside me. I felt it!” 

Outside the tent, I stretched and yelled a grateful shout. One of the girls in my group poked her head out of the tent beside ours. “You shout after you ball? You are maximally stupid!

The drug lasted. I wasn’t sure I would come down. Everything everyone said and did seemed to emerge somehow from an ocean of pearl-stones; miracles floated in the air like soap bubbles. I loved my mother—Gaia Earth—and everyone she carried with me, which included the girl in the next tent who called me stupid.  

Without thinking or knowing what she had done, the other girl popped the biggest bubble of the most mystical moment of my life. It didn’t matter until decades later when memories were all I had left. Only then did my heart ache when I discovered I could no longer bring up the names of anyone I knew at Goose Lake. I forgot them all. 


I saw bad things.

Iggy Pop of the Stooges performed after; he tried to bum the crowd by pivoting his play into a Pandora’s mess. While some started to flip-out and boo, I disassociated myself from the chaos. I witnessed bummer-terror sweep through the throng in the same way an entomologist might watch ants at war.

It was fascinating; entertaining, really. I floated like a prehistoric bird above the fray—superior to mortal sapiens who suffer in every way; I remained untouched by the vagaries of silly human cruelty. 



A tall, thin kid got scared. He freaked-out. His acid trip went terribly wrong when he walked into a campfire where his ankles burned. I remember swarms of embers scattering like fireflies; he clawed the air howling like a wolf. A few folks managed to rescue and drag him flailing and kicking to the medics. He became a screaming madman. What happened later, I didn’t learn. 

People built a mud pit, or something like it, near the stage. I heard folks say that a lot of people, mostly guys, were throwing themselves naked into the goo and wrestling in a huge pile. A girl in our group was there and ran back to tell us, “Guys are raping girls in that pit!”

No one believed her. No one went down to the stage area to check. The crowd was dense. You had to push and shove and step over people to get anywhere. Most folks like myself weren’t up for it. 

The next day around noon, the Chief of Police walked into the crowd. He chose to wear coat-and-tie to conceal his identity. In that mass of half-naked, un-washed hippie-freaks, he stood out like a bulldog in a china shop.

A line of kids formed behind him. It grew to be hundreds as he made his rounds to inspect festival conditions and assess the level of lawlessness. The kids behaved like happy third-graders as they started chanting and singing. Some offered the bulldog dope. They thought they might “turn him on” to “our side”.  

I think the Chief was surprised to get out of the park validated and unharmed. Had there been an incident, it’s hard to know now what his back-up plan might be. He had an army of thousands outside the park. Maybe undercover cops dressed like hippies watched his back.

Who knows?

After a few days, we started to starve. Someone noticed field corn growing across a nearby road outside the fence. It’s fed mostly to pigs but we thought, hey, we’re starving. It’s corn. How bad can it be?

Someone said, “The corn isn’t ours. We can’t take it.” 

“Bullshit,” someone said. In minutes one of our own left to cut through the wire barricade; he returned carrying a few dozen ears, which we threw—husks and all—on the coals of our campfire. With mouths watering like sprinklers, we were able to remember to retrieve the corn before it burned.

We shucked and ate. It’s true what people say. Anything edible tastes good when you’re starving. I thought at the time that it was the best tasting corn of my life. To think that farmers fed it to pigs! The world starves, but American pigs eat like royalty.

I haven’t eaten field corn since. 

On the last day a farmer drove into the campgrounds with a semi-trailer stuffed with raw potatoes. Soon, our group had all the potatoes we could carry.

It was the first time I ate raw potatoes. We had run out of wood for the fire. The potatoes were free like everything else but unwashed. We brushed off the dirt. They tasted great.



When we decided to leave, the crowds had thinned. We fully expected to be arrested. We got rid of our dope, which was worth hundreds-of-dollars outside the festival. Today it would be thousands-of-dollars.

We left it behind for the cops. I wonder what they did with it. Concert goers left behind an enormous stash worth, I don’t know, maybe millions. No one will ever know. Anyone who knew told no one as far as I’m aware.

We left without incident. The cops disappeared; they let us leave. They arrested nearly 200 people we learned later. I didn’t see any of it.

When I got home and the drugs wore off, I got scared. My stomach caught fire; I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t shake the fear. It occurred to me that I was going to have to kill myself. 

I went to an emergency room doctor I knew who gave me a week’s supply of valium. I took it for three days. When I stopped, I felt fine. 

My biggest regret is that I didn’t visit the lake. It was there, somewhere, but I never saw it or swam in it. The crowds were huge. A trip to the Goose Lake beach wasn’t worth the hassle, my friends decided. If we went and left our stuff, someone might cop our dope. It was better to groove by our tents and dig the music whenever musicians decided to play.



Is there a better way to end an essay than to provide readers with a pleasant, commemorative link?  Click below to view a Facebook video from another perspective. 

Remembering the Goose Lake Music Festival by Magic Bus

Billy Lee

FLASH CARD ANSWERS

Wisdom can be condensed and gurgitated easily by anyone who has experienced a lifetime of learning, experimentation, and the testing of limits. No one understands America who has not spent time in its ghettos and prisons; in its jails and colleges; in its military and its resorts; in its paradises and hells. 

No one who’s never been both rich and poor knows what either is like; rich and poor is what the majority of Americans are. The ten percent who consider themselves middle-class know almost nothing about either — rich and poor is how ninety percent of the population lives –with ninety percent of the ninety percent living poor. 

I know things — amazing things that most people believe are not true. I’ve lived all over the world; worked for over a dozen companies; attended a dozen schools; trimmed gravestones in Arlington National Cemetery and invented products everyone uses — like milk carton safety caps and tear-spout coffee lids. I developed products of war — like the run-flat wheel that enables military vehicles with shot-out tires to keep rolling. 

My truth is not reflected in media or in the faces of my family and friends. I have secrets, which many want kept until I sleep in the grave. When speaking truth, they tell me to stop; when I continue, some walk away. 

So be it. 

People on Quora.com ask me (and others) for answers to questions. What follows is a small sample of questions I’ve answered.  Readers can scan to find something they like. Find something interesting and read a flash card answer, which is my version of what might be true. Copy answers onto index cards. Who will stop you?

I admit: some answers are not true.

Who will find what’s fake?


If objects in the universe are moving away from us in all directions, are we the center according to the Big Bang theory?   
It’s not true that all objects are moving away from us. The Andromeda Galaxy is heading toward us (the Milky Way); the collision is due in a few billion years; it’s likely that the black holes at the center of both galaxies will interact with unpredictable results.

The material in the universe can be compared to the dust in a household vacuum cleaner that is shaken loose into a large room. Over time the individual particles will separate to fill the space, but what an individual particle will do is not knowable, at least not right away.

That said, we know for certain that the metrics of space are changing; it is an expansion that is increasing with time.

Currently the rate of expansion is 14 miles per second for every million light years (a distance of nearly six-million-trillion miles). It seems like a small number until you do the calculation for the size of the universe. Past the “event horizon” of 14 billion light years the expansion exceeds the speed-of-light.

Do the math.

What is the future of a universe that is undergoing a runaway expansion?

A conjecture has been proposed by mathematician Sir Roger Penrose called Conformal Cyclic Cosmology (CCC). Data gathered by recent satellites seems likely to strengthen his view.


What is wrong with the question “What existed before the Big Bang?” I have been told that this question doesn’t make sense, but I have never heard a decent layman’s explanation as to why. 
The question is sensibly answered by the theory proposed by Roger Penrose: Conformal Cyclic Cosmology or CCC, sometimes referred to as Eon Theory.

The conjecture was proposed around 2004, I think, but collaborating evidence is only now becoming available through data collected by the WMAP and Planck satellites, and by LIGO.

The premise is that in both the singularity and a maximally expanded universe the degrees of freedom of gravity, which is associated with “mass”, drop out of the metrics. Without mass it is not possible to differentiate the initial and terminal states of the universe by scaling; the two states are in fact conformally equivalent.

The Big Bang emerges from a maximally expanded universe; the cycle repeats endlessly like a chugging choo-choo train whose next puff seems to emerge from the dispersion of the last puff; time has no beginning and no end.


If or when the universe ends someday and ceases to exist, could it be created again as it was in the beginning? 
The idea by Roger Penrose, retired mathematician and cosmologist, that the universe is conformally equivalent at its beginning and end is gathering evidence from the WMAP and Planck satellites that acolytes who do the math claim might be confirmational.

Evidence may also be buried in the data collected by LIGO, according to Penrose. He’s urging folks to dig through the data to find it.

Conformal Cyclic Cosmology (CCC) — some call it Eon Theory — has been exciting for the past 15 years, but only in the past few years has data been available to help validate what at first seemed to some like a crackpot idea.


Is it safe to have a nuclear reactor in a submarine?

Of course not.

Of the 82 nuclear submarines deployed or under construction by the US Navy, two have sunk (the Scorpion and Thresher).

It’s 2.5%, which for me is too high.

In war, all USA subs will be destroyed at sea by enemy fire during a first strike surprise attack.

The USA will destroy all adversary nuclear subs with a coordinated and long-planned after-strike.

Large numbers of nuclear reactors and their poisons boiling at the bottom of oceans are a threat to every living creature on Earth.

The nuclear genie needs to be put back in its bottle. It should be the highest priority of the international community if humans are to have any chance at all to continue as a species for more than a few hundred years.

All personnel engaged in warfare preparation involving nuclear weapons are subject to sophisticated arguments in training fashioned by psychologists to ensure their enthusiastic support of nuclear weapons and a solid belief in their own personal safety.

I beg these trained individuals to use their common sense.

      Don’t we live under a nuclear reactor called the Sun? It does no harm. 
We would die, everyone of us, if Earth didn’t have a magnetosphere to deflect the solar wind; the field works with nitrogen and oxygen to make Earth’s atmosphere opaque to high energy radiation from the Sun. It doesn’t work the same way for Earth-generated radiation.

Nuclear power is not safe; on so many levels, it never will be. A world with 10,000 nuclear reactors and 50,000 nuclear warheads is a planet doomed to extinction, if not in the near future, then in the long, for sure.

     Scrap nuclear deterrence? What?
We need to learn to work with people who have different ideas about what life is and how it should be lived. We don’t have much time to learn. The danger is imminent; the need is urgent.

Even without war, the poisons of rotting reactors and weapons will percolate into the environment over time. We’ve already destroyed the planet.

If humans survive, people will someday forget about the weapons; they will rot unattended and unremembered. A few thousand years from now people might wonder why everyone they know is sick and dying.


In hindsight, was going to Iraq justifiable?
Was killing a million human beings and destabilizing the Middle East justifiable?

What does an enemy of the United States have to do to suffer such consequences? Almost all the “facts” the Bush family “shared” with Americans and the rest of the watching world about Saddam and the Iraqis were bald-face lies.

The damage is that people believe these lies to this day. Their misunderstanding of what happened distorts everything they believe and do.

We will never get it right when Americans’ views are twisted out of all proportion to realities.

Is the situation dangerous in the Middle East?

After all the blood-letting, are things better or worse?


How was the first cell created? Can we replicate those circumstances?
No one knows how the first cells were created. It is a mystery of science likely never to be solved.

What is known is that cellular life began on Earth almost immediately after it cooled sufficiently to be safe for life, which unravels at temperatures above 300 degrees or so Fahrenheit.

The first cells were thousands of times smaller than the cells that make the plants and animals of today. These tiny prokaryotes persisted for a few billion years until the larger eukaryotes evolved.

Once eukaryotes developed the ability to convert sunlight into energy through photosynthesis, they produced huge volumes of a byproduct called oxygen, which poisoned most prokaryotic life on Earth during that time.

Prokaryotes able to adjust to the presence of oxygen survive today, mostly as bacteria and archaea.


Does socialism only work in small countries?
Any system that is supported by the people who live under it works well — especially socialism.

The problem for socialism is interference by the United States. It is the policy of the USA to disrupt and prevent — to the point of war if need be — the success of socialism anywhere.

The reasoning is simple. When socialism succeeds, billionaires are at risk. They don’t share well, and some are willing to kill anyone who tries to undercut their power.

Read the news: what wealthy people do is disgusting. Don’t make me explain. Get your head out of the sand, anyone who doesn’t believe it.

The pharaohs made the Egyptian system work. They built pyramids. The Russians were first into space and first to the moon. The Germans produced the scientists who propelled civilization into the future after WWII.

Slavery inside the USA clothed the world in cotton.

Pick a system, any system, and it can be made to work as well as any other.

If billionaires can convince cotton-pickers that life is good, who will challenge them?


What was the real reason why the USA lost the war against Vietnam?
The USA killed two-million Vietnamese. The Vietnamese killed fifty-eight thousand Americans. The USA thoroughly trashed Vietnam and poisoned the country-side with Agent Orange defoliants. The Vietnamese didn’t knock down a single structure inside the United States.

The USA deployed a program to assassinate over one-hundred-thousand South Vietnamese men and women it suspected of siding with the North. No such program of civilian murders was carried out by the North.

The Americans and their allies napalmed entire villages and executed both civilian and animal survivors. Not a single village was ever cremated by the North.

The USA carpet-bombed huge swaths of Vietnam daily for twelve years. The North didn’t have an effective air force.

It was a one-sided fight from the beginning. The USA killed and murdered until its leaders’ lust for blood was satiated. When nothing was left to prove and the thrill of the kill faded, the United States pulled out its troops and went home.

The whole world knows what we did. The reason the international community of nations doesn’t confront us for doing bad things is because we scare them.

The families of tens-of-millions of the dead cry out to God to settle scores; they pray for justice.

Americans trust — as the Germans, the Japanese, and the Romans before them trusted — that justice never comes.


Who is Donald Trump’s base? Why is he popular? Why are people voting for him? Why do people like and support him?
Trump lost the popular vote in 2016 by nearly eleven million votes. Three million went to Hillary; eight million to third party candidates. It was the biggest loss by popular vote in the history of USA elections.

Losing the popular vote by 8% yet securing the electoral college is a result that will live in infamy.

The first election after his “victory” was in 2018 when the largest swing of Republican districts to Democrats occurred in the history of the contests between Republicans and Democrats.

Trump is the most unpopular man to hold the presidency in my lifetime.

Why do his supporters love him?

My view is that in every country people exist who are attracted to bad things like moths are to flames. History shows that in Germany, people loved Hitler. The allies forced the German population to tour the concentration camps, because otherwise no one in Germany would believe their government committed genocide.

Trump is doing bad things to powerless people — not only to mothers and children at our southern border but in the middle east, far east, and around the world.  His decisions are making a more dangerous world; it’s possible that tens-of-millions of innocents will die should he continue to trash the edifice that has enabled Earth to avoid nuclear war during the past 75 years.

We must avoid nuclear catastrophe for thousands of years more if we are to become the great space-faring civilization many people seek. We can’t go to the stars if Earth is poisoned by plutonium.

People have a dark side. Philosophers, psychologists, and priests have argued this point for millennia. Evidence is solidly on their side. Political campaigns are waged using “hidden persuaders” that appeal to the reptilian nature of human conscious thought. These persuaders are built from the bricks of fear, sexuality, aggression, and cruelty. They work.

Until people learn to turn away from the dark side, survival of civilization is at risk.

Leaders like Hitler and Trump are inevitable and unavoidable. It will be interesting to learn whether America’s great experiment in divided government will survive Trump’s attempt to undermine it so that he can become a king of sorts whose family members will succeed him in their quest for ultimate power.


What do you find interesting about physics?
The science of physics is all about explaining what is happening but not why. It’s interesting to me that the smartest scientists in the world can’t tell anyone why anything works the way it does.

The universe is governed so far as anyone knows by forces and constants that are unknowable, underivable, and unexplainable. All anyone can know is what happens; no one understands why.

Billions of dollars are spent to determine that gravity behaves according to certain rules. Experiments to discover the measure of forces and constants are always being done and refined. But where do the rules come from that make the forces and constants? What principles underlie the formation of the Universe?

Good luck to anyone who finds someone who knows why. Scientists laugh at the philosophers who try to provide clues to the why of things; it’s because some scientists are arrogant and ignorant. They don’t believe that what little they know is almost nothing at all.

Even animals as dumb as cats, goats, and birds calculate distances in their heads to make survival decisions based on their answers. Like humans they have no clue about the why of things, either.


What must happen for all Americans to accept the same truths?
Reduce the number of television and radio channels to one. Restrict diversity of content on the internet. Reduce the number of people who think “outside the box.” Put them into prisons or execute them, whichever is cheaper.

Torture people who refuse to think like everyone else. Others will “get the message” and adjust their thinking to conform to the American Way.

Eliminate elections — they stir-up people unnecessarily.

Reduce the wages of the 99% to subsistence; pay the 1% as much as possible to encourage them to embrace conformity.

Build impenetrable walls on all borders. Malcontents must not be allowed to leave; they might spread anti-American ideas abroad.

Do these things and Americans will accept the same truths. They will present a united front against anyone who might dare to challenge them.


What shocked you the most from the Mueller report?
The most shocking aspect of the report is the absence of any mention of or investigation into the president’s wife who is the daughter of a former member of the communist party of Yugoslavia back in the day.

She was born when DT was 24 years old. Was she groomed for the job she currently holds? Can America rule out with confidence that she is not a sleeper agent? She immigrated to the USA not too many years ago. It would be nice to hear that she is trustworthy.

It is clear from the report that DT is working for the other side. No one will say that the emperor has no clothes. Is it fear of the Russian-Israeli mob bosses, or is it something else?

Why is everyone in denial when the truth is obvious? How can Mueller say there was no conspiracy when the report screams that there was?

As for obstruction of the investigation, no sensible person needs a report to understand the extraordinary lengths that the president and his team traveled to discredit the people who defend Americans against despots and liars like the ones we currently endure.

The president has the power to hurt a lot of people should he go postal, which he seems in his tweets to threaten from time to time.


What are volcano eruptions good for?
Volcanism permits the release of heat generated by the radioactive decay of uranium, thorium, and potassium in Earth’s interior. The release of heat permits convection currents in the liquid part of Earth’s core — without these currents the magnetosphere collapses, which puts the survival of all life at risk due to dramatically increased exposure to charged particles from solar and cosmic radiation.


When will the earth’s core cool down enough to make the magnetic field too weak to counter the suns solar storms?
Earth’s magnetic field depends more on convection currents in its molten metallic core than on its temperature. If the core gets too hot, it cannot sustain a magnetic field.

For convection currents to circulate, heat must be generated, but it must be able to escape so that it doesn’t build up.

Earth’s crust or mantle is cracked like the shell of a hard-boiled egg.

Crustal pieces called tectonic plates move about to permit volcanism and venting faults, which release the heat that is generated by the radioactive decay of uranium, thorium, and potassium in Earth’s interior.

Earth’s core is the size of the planet Mars. It is solid at the center with a liquid (but highly viscous) outer layer. The solid center stays solid because of the pressure it is under; it is too hot to be magnetic. The outer liquid center is also under pressure; it must circulate to generate Earth’s magnetic field; otherwise the field will collapse; the protection it offers Earth against the solar wind will die.

Venus has a solid-liquid core like Earth’s but no tectonic plate activity to release heat and permit convection currents. As a result, Venus lacks a magnetosphere to shield it from cosmic radiation and solar flares.

The core of Mars froze solid millions of years ago. With no magnetosphere and little gravity, over time the solar wind has been able strip away a sizable portion of the Martian atmosphere. Only the heaviest gas is left in more than trace amounts: carbon dioxide.

I’ve read that geologists believe that the dynamics which generate the magnetosphere of Earth are robust and will last as long as the planet. Let’s hope they are right. 


I have heard from Conservatives that Communism killed millions of people. Leftists claim that Capitalism killed the same. Which economic system has killed more people, and how are these numbers figured?
Since the start of the first World War until today two countries have killed the majority of people who have died in fights between nations: Germany and the United States.

During their killing sprees, oligarchs in both countries built and nurtured vast military-industrial alliances that automated mayhem and suffering. The rapid killing of humans began with chemicals, advanced to automated machine gunnery, and culminated in the deployment of atomic bombs and massive aerial bombardment of cities with fire-jellies known today as napalm.

During WWII, Germany attempted a partially successful ethnic-cleansing of Jewish populations in Europe and the Middle East. After the war against Germany was won, the United States and Russia worked together to orchestrate the execution of 100,000 German citizens for war-crimes. It was a small fraction of the numbers killed during that war, which some analysts believe approached 100 million souls.

It occurred to me that your question might be asking about which system, Capitalism or Communism, killed the largest number of its own subjects as it struggled to stand itself up and establish itself.

My view is that Capitalism is a euphemism for slavery. The word was invented to put a positive spin on the system in the USA where everyone works to enrich a privileged few. USA oligarchs needed an attractive term for their system when it came under popular challenge around the world by Communists during the twentieth century.

Communists believed that people should cooperate to create wealth, which they then shared. This kind of thinking was anathema to those who believed that only the people who risked their fortunes were entitled to the wealth created by their subjects (workers or slaves).

Through this lens, it is clear that Capitalism (or slavery) in the USA — the one country in the modern world able to preserve its slave system — decimated its indigenous populations and oppressed the Negro population under the cruelest form of slavery that has yet existed on Earth.

Oligarchs known as robber barons permitted the killing of thousands of ordinary workers during the building of the nation’s infrastructure, not only in mines, on road and railway systems, and on dams but also in unregulated sweat shops hidden behind the invisible walls of poverty in overcrowded cities.

The United States has a media system owned by a handful of families that sustains itself on advertising revenue. The practice of advertising in the USA is sophisticated. Psychologists help oligarchs maximize their advantages by crafting messages to modify the attitudes and behaviors of ordinary people.

Billionaires (most of whom are well-dressed thieves) hold themselves up as pillars of virtue and civic service in the media they control. They fight wars to secure the resources of countries like Venezuela, Brazil, Vietnam, Japan, etc. etc. They explain these wars to the public as righteous acts against evil powers.

It’s sickening.


If something is 40 million light years away, how long will it take for the light to reach us?
A light-year is a distance, which is 5.8786 trillion miles. 40 million light-years is a distance of 235 trillion miles.

Space expands at 14 miles-per-second per million light-years. For objects separated by a distance of 40 million light years, space expands at 560 miles per second.

Every million years, as the light from an object approaches Earth, the expansion of space will decrease by 14 miles per second, because the distance between the incoming light and Earth will be decreasing.

Therefore, it is certain that the time it takes light that started its journey 40 million light-years distant from Earth will take more than 40 million years to reach us. Right?

The first million light-years will take close to an additional 3,006 years due to the expansion of space. Each million light years of reduced distance will add less travel time until the added time becomes insignificant, because as the distance between the incoming light and Earth falls to zero so does the expansion of space.

If we take half of 3,006 years to be the average added time per million light-years, a simple calculation that doesn’t involve calculus will be a close approximation of the additional time traveled.

Do the math to learn that the added time of travel is 60,120 years due to the expansion of space alone.

Light 40 million light-years away takes 40,060,120 years to reach Earth.


The answer to whether or not our own consciousness has anything to do with how a wave or a particle manifests in physics seems to change completely with whoever answers it. Is there any real way to prove this?
Richard Feynman said once that he believed the underlying nature of reality is unknowable. Violations of Bell’s inequality in quantum entanglement cannot be visualized by models or any sort of mental imagery.

Something that can be described by mathematics but not explained by words or imagery is probably 95% of reality for the species-human. We are tadpoles in a muddy pond who struggle in vain to understand a world we will never see.

It has been known for a hundred years that when humans conduct an experiment on nanoscale particles they affect the results during their observation of both the process and the outcomes. Every kid who does the several variations of the double-slit experiment learns that it is true.

Engineers take what works and turn it into miracles that no one understands — the digital device folks use to view my answer is incomprehensible to most. Some understand parts, but it takes a team to understand the whole.

People crave certainty. Quantum observations prove that certainty is a quixotic quest doomed from the start. People want to believe that what they think “must be true” is provable by both logic and experimental verification.

Unfortunately for those who don’t tolerate cognitive dissonance well, everything and nothing is both provable and falsifiable depending on which axioms are chosen as starting points.


What elements do scientists use to estimate the age of the Earth?
They use isotope ratios. Although 118 elements make up the periodic table, the elements have thousands of isotopes, right?

For example, lead can be separated into eleven groups — each group has a different weight. The weight differences are the result of the number of neutrons in the nucleus. The more neutrons, the heavier the isotope. Four of the isotopes of lead are stable — they don’t decay into other isotopes or other elements.

All chemical properties of the 118 elements in the periodic table are determined by their electrical structure, which is the number of electrons they carry. Neutrons add weight carried in the nucleus but otherwise are irrelevant to the simple chemical behaviors of the elements.

To estimate the age of Earth, scientists study the composition of zircon, a common silicate element in Earth’s crust. Zircon is lead averse. Any lead found in zircon must be the result of radioactive decay of either uranium or thorium, which are common impurities. These impurities are radioactive and can over time change the color of zircon as they break down its crystal structure.

One of the isotopes of uranium has a half-life of 4.47 billion years; another isotope has a half-life of 710 million years. Both isotopes decay to stable isotopes of lead.

So the process is to measure how much of each isotope of uranium is contaminating the zircon sample and how much of that uranium has decayed into the two isotopes of lead that are stable; that don’t decay any further. This method can measure the age of the earth to a precision of 50 million years.

Earth’s age is believed to be 4.543 billion years.


Does it seem odd that such a useful trait like high level cognitive function is not more common in Earth’s life-forms? 
Once a species (humans) reaches a certain level of intelligence, other intelligent creatures become a source of fear and loathing.

Imagine raccoons or squirrels equipped with human intelligence. They are able to out-game us, work their way into living spaces, even sneak up in the night to kill us with their imaginative weapons.

After the kill, they sneak into refrigerators by deploying ingenious levers and pulleys to take and eat cold pizza and left-over wiener-schnitzel.

How long will people put up with such behavior before they go on an extermination campaign?

In New York City extermination campaigns against intelligent rats have already begun. It might take a hundred years, but eventually rats with sense will refuse to live in NYC.

Over hundreds-of-thousands of years collections of intelligent creatures have devolved to fear and mistrust other collections of intelligent creatures. The lust for war has entered human DNA to the point that people search for differences among themselves to justify mass-slaughter and genocides.

What is less subtle than skin color or religion or immigration-status? All these “superficialities” have been used as an excuse to attack and kill “others” no matter how similar or different — some of whom, as I write, are watching from their burrows in horror as they plan their assaults on the species human.

The Kingdom of Animals does not distinguish between our physical and moral differences. Humans deserve to die for their cruelties. With every squashed bug, fear and loathing intensifies. Even now legions of mosquitoes and Japanese beetles plan their revenge.

This summer they will extract it — even as most humans occupy themselves with arguments pro-and-con about what a hair-ball the president has turned out to be.

Only when humans destroy themselves and go extinct will intelligence get its chance to bloom within the diversity of species that occupy the planet. By then extra-terrestrials will have found Earth and enslaved it.

It is in this sense that the species-human will achieve its revenge against the intelligent squirrel and raccoon; against the mosquito and beetle who so often drove people to distraction when they dominated Earth.


Billy Lee

2020 ELECTION BOYCOTT

Only once in modern times has an American election drawn fewer than half of eligible voters to the polls: Bill Clinton verses Robert Dole in 1996. Turnout was 49%.

Way back in the olden days it happened twice.

In 1920 Warren G. Harding defeated James M. Cox with 49.2% participating.

In 1924 Calvin Coolidge defeated John W. Davis and Robert M. La Follette in a three-way race with a 48.9% turnout.

The largest voter turnout occurred during the Rutherford B. Hayes verses Samuel J. Tilden contest in 1876. It was America’s 100th birthday year. Hayes won the election in the electoral college by one vote. He lost the popular count by a quarter-million.

81.8% of qualified men turned out to vote — women wouldn’t be permitted to vote for another 45 years. Most historians say the presidential election of 1876 was the biggest vote-mess in US history.

From Wikipedia: On November 11, three days after election day … results … were rendered uncertain because of fraud by both parties. 

To make a long story short, Southern Democrats agreed to award all disputed electoral votes to Republican Hayes if he promised to put an end to Reconstruction.  

The verbal (non-written) Compromise of 1877 ended Reconstruction in the South. Freed slaves were left at the mercy of whites who did not intend to preserve their rights.

Whites forced the overwhelming majority of blacks (who lived south of the Mason-Dixon line) to wait until the Voting Rights Act of 1965 before permitting them to grasp the gold ring of enfranchisement. 

The election of 1876 became an inflection point in the history of the United States. Termination of Reconstruction enabled the now united country to inject its military might into the Indian Wars. There was a genocide to wage; besides, a decade or more of help from the Ku Klux Klan had neatly terrorized the genie of racial equality back into its bottle.

The military was no longer needed to defend desperate Negroes. The Klan was more than eager to take over the job. As this essay is written, many historians continue to argue that segregation and inequality remain endemic in vast swaths of America. 

From 1877 onward, KKK castrations and hangings convinced most Negroes that pursuing voting rights wasn’t worth the price: it would be 90 years before whites let blacks get anything close to an even break in the contest for survival in capitalist, racist America.


Whites once suppressed the black vote by killing black voters. Later, they charged blacks with felonies and convicted them before all-white juries. Felons lost their right to vote for life. Today, 26% of the black population in Kentucky are felons who can’t vote. In Florida, nearly two million black citizens are felons.

After 1877, whites decided to move past their ugly divide over slavery to neutralize instead the native Americans whose lands the Europeans had seized. If whites felt compelled to kill hundreds-of-thousands of “redskins” (and break dozens of treaties) to make the wilderness safe for whites, so what? Universal suffrage could wait, right? Voting hardly seemed relevant when so much killing needed done.

Decades of injustice and indifference marched forward into the 21st century before at long last the election of Barack Obama garnered anything close to a large majority turnout. 66.2% showed-up in 2008 to flip history on its head, according to the Washington Post. 

The first black president — a valid Hawaiian birth-certificate enabled him to run — gathered the largest popular vote ever – 69.5 million. It’s a record not likely to be broken anytime soon. Donald Trump, eight years later in a country more densely populated, acquired a paltry 63 million.

[Note from Editors: President Biden received 81.3 million votes in 2020. 66.8% of eligible voters participated in the election.]

Obama served two terms for eight years despite strong and persistent protestations by Donald Trump and his lily-white supporters that Barry was a Kenyan Muslim — a hater of all things American — a wannabe wrecker of white privilege.

The attacks have never really ended. Donald is threatening to charge Obama with treason for ordering spooks to “spy” on his campaign; for orchestrating an attempted “coup”.  Perhaps a death sentence by hanging is the appropriate punishment.

In 2016 Trump with help from Russian, Israeli, and evangelical elites seized control of the United States despite one of the most lopsided popular defeats of any candidate in the history of USA elections. DT lost the popular vote by 8%, which in that low-turnout environment amounted to almost eleven-million votes. Hillary beat the Donald by nearly three-million. Third-party candidates took close to eight-million more. 

Think about it.

Trump is president?  Does anyone believe an injustice was done that ought to be set right? 

Well, I do, for one. 

According to some folks who once counted themselves among his closest friends (Michael Cohen and Tony Schwarz), Donald Trump will never relinquish power.

Are we going to believe them?

What if they’re right?

The slow-train-coming election of 2020 is an excuse that both Democrats and Republicans are using for inaction and delay. Isn’t it obvious?

No one wants to take on the bosses. Oligarchs can get to anyone; they can get to families. It’s amazing what doors can close on people who choose not to cooperate with those who have shown that they are capable of anything at all.

Legislators and judges, prosecutors and bureaucrats are dragging their feet refusing to make the decisions that will save the republic. They want to ride out the clock hoping that DT will die of old-age; by some miracle, citizens will be set free perhaps to — someday, somehow — stand-up for their wonderful country.

Pipe dream?

As this essay is written, the Trump family makes their plans to rule America into perpetuity. Jerry Falwell Junior of Liberty University floated the absurd idea on Twitter that Trump be given an extra two years to make up for time lost during the “Witch Hunt.”

The pictures that Trump’s fixer, Michael Cohen, seized from Falwell’s “pool-boy” had nothing whatever to do with Junior’s overly-supportive tweet anyhow. Everyone knows at least that part of the salacious story is true, right?


NOTE BY EDITORIAL BOARD: On August 25, 2020 Jerry Falwell accepted a $10.5 million severance package from Liberty University to step down. Like Adam in the Garden of Eden, he blamed his wife for the sex scandals that followed him pretty much everywhere during his tenure. 


Seriously.

Jerry and Donald are soul-mates. Falwell admonishes his acolytes to conceal, carry, and train to kill Muslim attackers. What right-minded follower of Christ Jesus wouldn’t? Donald bears false witness by proving daily that slander, name-calling, and hitting back hardest is the way to win. With Jesus standing behind to egg them both, how can they not get their way in this world? On the way to the future they envision, they don’t lose.

The German Trump family intends to rule the world until the end of time, because the United States now stands at an historic threshold; it is perilously close to conquering the nearly 200 countries that make the community of nation-states. The Trumps intend to take advantage of an opportunity provided not even to Hitler; they will sit on a golden throne at the top of the world.

Who wants their kids admitted to a prestigious college?

Cooperate.

Who wants their kids to land big jobs?

Collaborate.

Who wants to live disease-free to the very end of a most pleasant retirement?

Capitulate.

These are the choices.

Is it possible to gain the whole world while keeping the nation’s soul safe and sound? Every Trump lunatic believes it is. Keep America First while undermining its constitution, its institutions, and its values; everything will fall into place like it should. 

Folks who care about right and wrong, good and evil, love and hate, fair-play and corruption must now make choices that will bring down a wall of concrete on themselves and the children they love.

The time is now.

The time is come.

It’s time for parents to eat their children.

It’s time to worship the Fuhrer.

Our ancestors fought a revolution so that their progeny wouldn’t be bullied — not by drug lords; nor by malignant kings who torture for kicks; nor by bubble-encapsulated queens who tell their starving subjects to eat cake whenever they are truly hungry; nor by heartless thugs who cage thousands of family-separated orphans to make the point that they won’t be disobeyed.

Our national heroes fought a revolution so that people might someday choose their leaders and through them their way of living. When the people finally got their chance, most stayed home. Those who chose — those who made an effort to choose — chose leaders who wanted only to rule in the cruelest ways imaginable.

Call people stupid while smiling down at them when they praise every crazy thing you do and say — it’s a living hell for the powerless; the irony is that the powerless come to love their supreme leader in time; abused people, like domesticated pets, learn to love and trust their masters, eventually.

The world is sliding into an abyss of unfairness and worse. It’s the way of history. Every generation of humans fails to make the world a place they would gladly take the chance to be born into a second time.

Only fools would choose to be born into a world of ten-billion suffering souls. What are the chances that anyone will be born into a happy place with safe food and water, loving friends, and fun things to do?

What are the chances?

A case can be made — I won’t make it — that the odds are near zero. I often wonder if it wouldn’t be a weird irony if the wealthy and the cruel were born again strictly by chance not into Hell but rather into a second life on Earth — the same Earth they built and looted in their first life.

The catch is that they will not be allowed to choose their parents or on which continent they will live. The selection of their circumstances will be made by chance alone. A lottery determines their start in life, their potential, their possibilities. 

It seems fair, doesn’t it?

Reasonable demographic analyses show that the prospects for a happy second-life are weighted heavily against them. A second-life lottery will ruin most of those unfortunates who are forced by their success to play it. 

The situation in America today is one where most people are in blind denial of the calamity that has befallen them. No one wants to believe that the president is a dictator who they are powerless to resist. He is enabled by terrible people — cowards, most of them — who enjoy hurting people. Many aren’t Americans. 

Some deluded folks have embraced the president. They, like the Germans of the 1930s, are oblivious to his evil ways. Many believe they themselves are good — blessed by a higher power — but they lust after evil as if it were as harmless as a whore. They embrace and cling, pant and sweat to divert their minds from a raging venereal assault that will surely overwhelm them on the day they finally understand that they have lost everything.

To vote in 2020 for or against the monster who torments us is as futile as it is dangerous. With help from the bad people, Donald Trump is going to crush America out of existence.

Even if everyone stays home, Donald Trump will say that the largest turnout in history gave him the greatest electoral victory ever.

Should he lose, he will deny the result and claim the election was rigged. He will not step down until he dies, no matter how many “traitors” step forward to question his version of the facts.

Most folks know on some level that the president is a liar and a father of lies. Will people allow themselves to be fooled again?

Boycotting the 2020 election means that “we the people” are choosing not to validate the politicians who refused to secure our elections; who redistricted away our ability to fix roads and other infrastructure; who trampled health care, food quality, and earning potential.

Boycotting the 2020 election will show the oligarchs that we have given up on the idea that things can be set right. Some folks, yes, refuse to believe they are victims; that they are chattel who lost the freedom to change society when Trump seized power.

We have to embrace realism. Billionaires are not our friends. Oligarchs are the enemy. We can’t challenge them, but we can puncture their collective illusion that the rest of us enjoy playing gladiator games in their stadiums.

Some might wonder why anyone would advocate boycott when the election is one-and-a-half years away. Well, the election is what the talking heads on billionaire-media obsess over.

No one talks about impeachment (except that it’s a bad idea), because Israeli, Russian, and the evangelical mob-bosses want Trump. It seems like an unlikely menage de trois until folks understand that bullies have a common interest — to exercise a humiliating power over little people.

Guess what?

If you are reading this essay, the chances are good that you are one of the little ones. The bosses who laugh at your antics don’t care about you or me at all.

Yes, we should let them speak for themselves — who can stop them? They advertise their warped values on every channel, station, and website! — but trust me, everyday folks like you and me share a dilemma: we are adrift in rowboats on a big ocean where unruly warships stream.

The battleships are not going to rescue anyone in a rowboat no matter how desperate their cries for help.

Timothy Leary, the Harvard psychologist who once worked for the CIA, told anyone who would listen, “Turn on, tune in, and drop out.”

Dissent. Resist. Boycott.

In the face of a smothering totalitarianism paid for by the monied and the powerful, we have no other choice. Cooperation, capitulation, and collaboration will bring ordinary folks nothing but loathing and loss of self-respect.

Until “outlaws” who have paid their debt to society are allowed to vote free and fair, no one votes. A forgotten prophet once said: we are all outlaws in the eyes of America.

The wealthy live behind gates for a reason.

I am asking Americans to work hard between now and Election 2020 to make voter turnout low.

Set a record.

35% or less might become, maybe, someday, a distress-beacon that the historians of democracies do not ignore.

Everyone stands for something. Why not stand for what’s right? Or take a knee. In the fresh, clean air of freedom, every powerless person can make that choice. 

Billy Lee