My boss, Congressman John Ashbrook, died in 1982, having been consistently healthy till then, in April. He died of an ailment that is classic among anybody in or near Intelligence. John was a former member of the famous HUAC, Ranking Member of its successor, the House Special Committee on Intelligence.

We were flown out to his funeral in Johnstown, Ohio.  It was not known to the press, but his body was not in the coffin. The police were still examining it.

Ashbrook stopped the establishment of a Martin Luther King, Jr. National Holiday for fourteen years after King was shot. The new holiday passed the House a month after John’s death and was signed into law the first time it came up after John’s death in April of  1983.

John and his three far-right colleagues in the House held the whole place up by denying unanimous consent. One of the four of them were in the House all day to deny consent whenever they were waging this particular war.

John’s three colleagues in this were McDonald of Georgia, Bauman of Maryland, and Dornan of California.

John died suspiciously in 1982.

On September 4, 1983, regular airline Flight KAL007 went unaccountably into Soviet air space and was shot down. All passengers were killed, including Congressman Larry McDonald.

Bauman lost his career in a unique incident.  The press outed him as a homosexual. This was at the height of Gay Lib, and this was almost unique.

Bob Dornan, who was Ronald Reagan’s congressman from California and who won Emmys before his election to Congress, was the only survivor of this wreck.

PLEASE do not start any comment with the insulting, “What you are saying is…”

I am a professional writer and I have said what I have to say. If these coincidences had occurred with any congressmen on the left, it would have caused all sorts of conspiracy theories in the press.

Most of us even today have seen those Star Trek shows where they have people from the future who are a continuation of human evolution.

These Future People have huge brains and delicate, feminine bodies.

But all of us who watched those shows were aware that the sort of evolution that produced our present big brains is out of date.

What has replaced the survival of the fittest of individuals and small groups has been survival of the fittest among institutions.

This is a bit creepy, because the institutions that are competing for survival have less self-awareness than any insect. We may wonder whether a worm is evolved enough to feel the hook being shoved through him, we watch ants recoiling from fire.

We do not wonder about institutions.

Space is full of the appearance and disappearance of heavenly bodies.

The ones that got into orbit are now planets, with the same self-awareness that any rock has.

On earth the same mindless evolution gives me the creeps.

Most of man kind’s prehistoric information is to be found in land which went under water in past millennia.

They never knew what happened to the people of Pompeii until some Mommy Professor genius FINALLY realized that the place the people would have run to would be a port.

But they didn’t find any bodies at the local port.

It took these geniuses generations to realize that in 69 AD the people would not have run to the modern ports, but to a port that was there in 69 BC.

Wow! And if we had Communism, these Intellectuals would plan the economy for us!

Anyway, once they finally located the 69 AD port, which is inland long since, they found the bones of the population of Pompeii which had run away from the pyroplastic flow.

So they keep looking for all prehistory in Egypt.

Half of the land area of the Netherlands consists of land which was under the ocean and has been created behind the dykes.

Some day some genius will become a Great Intellectual by making giant strides in prehistory by looking there.

Lordy, I wish wuz SMART like those guys!

We have gone from Relativity for the whole universe down to String Theory for the submicroscopic.‏
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We have gone from a century of envisioning space travel to sending our senses into space on machines.‏

In order to have more room for our bodies, we were going to have huge space colonies.
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We now have the Matrix concept, putting our senses into a world without our bodies.‏
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This is why our present search for extraterrestrials so unsuccessful: They are very unlikely to be here in any “ship.”‏
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And there is the fact that the SST was abandoned. Civilian air travel speed has not gone up for half a century.‏

This all comes together in my mind.

When I was in DC I was abducted by a UFO.

But they kicked me off when they found that I belonged to “One of the non-green races.”

There were nine seasons of the X-Files, and I have them all on DVD.

Fox Mulder is a working stiff who is trying to hit at the truth despite all the powers that be.

One basic truth about power is that no one above colonel ever comes up with anything.

They’re not SUPPOSED to. The job of anyone above colonel (GS-15) is to ADMINSTER. His job is to filter the ideas of those below him in rank and of hired experts.

The top of government service is occupied by generals and their civilian equivalent, the Senior Executive Service.

But the big bucks are made by people who are neither military brass nor SES. If you need somebody who has to be paid big time, they are “on contract.” Salary and expenses wise, the sky is the limit on contract.

But Mulder is just a career Special Agent.

You have heard others who have “been there and done that” pointing and giggling at actors who are supposed to be doing what they did.

Not me. I sink down in my chair and my stomach tightens when the boss asks Mulder why the HELL he bought two tickets for him and Scully to Nebraska when he was supposed to be analyzing cow urine in South Dakota.

I had to put in by far my most important stuff as one-minute speeches or at the corners of my official work. I put “anti-white” into one speech for Ashbrook and the whole staff blew their stacks but John used it anyway.

Oddly enough, the wildly fictional X-Files is in some ways uniquely realistic to the very, very few people who have ever gone in for real power.

What would Paul or Peter have advised us to do if they were alive today?

Once again, the Mantra is short and all-inclusive: If any of the disciples or Paul had found that we EXIST, they would have abandoned their faith.

Oddly enough, one of the things that makes me respect most of the New Testament is that its writers considered the words of Jesus so precious that they faithfully recorded his words when he was dead wrong.

Nobody knows better than BUGSERS that if Saint Martin Luther the King did or said something bad it would disappear from the record without trace.

But when Jesus declared “The end of the world is at hand!” it was as faithfully recorded as anything else the writers could recover of his actual words.

If Saint Martin Luther the King said something like “The Judgment will come while some of you who are listening to me still live”, you wouldn’t even be able to Google it. But Jesus said that, and it came out to be wrong.

But it was not removed from the record.

ALL of first century Christianity was “Adventist,” which mean that a fundamental part of the faith was that the world would end very soon.

Our Seventh Day Adventists have been around for a long, long time, and I am willing to bet that church investments include long-term stocks.

Not only does the Christian faith have no genetic morality, the faith itself was formulated on a bedrock notion that there would BE no future generations.

If Paul and the Apostles were brought back into the world today and saw US, some or all of them would have abandoned their faith.

BUGSERS get the point without quibbling, but the term “tailgating” refers to a traffic violation and the cause of many accidents in the two-lane highway days.

Today it usually means picnicking by dropping the back door of a station wagon.

My meaning was obvious to myself, BBG and HD, who are in our Advanced Youth, but you Age Challenged folks had no problem with it.

There was a whole set of customs that went out with the two-lanes, just as a whole centuries-long set of customs went out when men stopped wearing hats. Can you imagine some 30-year-old guy who is wearing a backwards baseball cap to act twelve taking off the cap for a lady in an elevator?

You always had to tailgate when you wanted to pass on a two-lane. You had to get a stretch of road on the other lane where nobody was coming. You flicked your lights.

But then there were the people who insisted at following you at sixty miles an hour with a bare car length between you. That was really irritating. They didn’t want to go faster or pass, but they just had that lack of feeling about distance, and it irritated the crap out of you.

Only one time did a patrolman pull over a guy who was tailgating me. It is such a fine feeling when a cop EVER arrests somebody for doing something that really threatens or irritates YOU.

Almost the only response you ever get from a cop was, “Well, if he DOES anything to you, call me from the hospital.”

There is another word that makes me want to giggle in a childish way totally ridiculous for a man of my Advanced Youth.

This is the term “swipe.”

All through my young days, the word “swipe” had one meaning and one meaning ONLY.

To swipe something was to STEAL it. That meaning was really ingrained in my mind.

Now I stand in line for a cash register or even in a bank, and I can see the credit card machines inviting me, in large, friendly letters, to “swipe!”

“Please swipe!”

That may be hard for you to really understand. You are, after all, Age Challenged.

We are samizdat.
The first rule of samizdat is that saying things that are banned is courage, and repeating the Party Line is cowardice.
Many in the samizdat were socialists or even Communists, but they would rather die – literally! – than repeat many of the socialist slogans they would have bravely shouted out in a free society.
Sincere advocates of free speech who would have called our words Hate before will not touch that word now that it is the weapon of censorship: “I do disagree with what you say, but I will fight g.TO THE DEATH for your right to say it.”
So when bullies shout The Party Line, you do not join the chorus unless you are one of their toadies.
A toady is also a bully. He’s just the bully’s helper who doesn’t have to do the actual fighting, like a member of the Knockout Team from the Knockout Game who does not do the actual Knockout.
Hate is the Bullies’ Motto.
So anyone who uses the Bullies’ Motto is a part of the Bully Gang.