WWIII postponed?

As reported in my inaugural post of January the 12th...

"a friend with military experience recently seemed a bit fixated on a sequence prime numbers, namely 3, 5, 7, and 11, as they might be applied to dates or times...."

-That is, dates or times of some catastrophic event (military or terrorist) that would lead to the escalation of war (most likely its overt expansion into Iran). So here we are, with scarcely three prime number dates left in the year (11/19/07 has almost run out) and nothing... Which leaves, after Nov. 29th, the next prime number date up for New Years Day, 2011.

Another source, which I had left unpublished, informed that U.S. embassies worldwide were to be prepared for a lock-down by mid-October... So much for our "intelligence" sources.

From August into September, there was a fair amount of internet hysteria over the so-called Bin-Laden trades. Nothing happened. But perhaps something was in the works... and then thwarted? The case of the Minot missing nukes would suggest something was amiss... a plan to surreptitiously deploy and detonate nuclear weapons in Iran? Iraq? mushroom clouds over a half-dozen American cities?

But who can ever tell?

The Order of the Cincinnati

This was a deep laid plan, which discovered sagacity to look forward, genius to take advantage, and art to appropriate to themselves the opening prospects of dignity and rank, which had fired the minds of ambitious men. The ostensible design of this novel institution, was striking to the compassionate mind, and flattering to the lovers of freedom among the American officers. Many of them knew not enough of the world, and of the history and character of man, to suspect any latent mischief or any concealed object that must not yet be divulged, for fear of disgusting the public ear.
- Mercy Otis Warren, History of the Rise, Progress and Termination of the American Revolution (1805), Vol.II of Liberty Fund edition, pg. 617.

With brooding foreboding for the future of the newly founded republic, Mrs. Warren recounts the establishment of an order of veteran Revolutionary War officers, the Society of Cincinnati, which, in its hereditary pretensions, it was feared among many patriots that in shirking the yoke of one monarchical tyranny, the new country would adopt another. With like apprehension, presaging the perils of the "spirit of finance," she writes...

A funding system afterwards introduced, attended with all the intricacies of more aged financiers, which never could be understood, and a public debt thereby enhanced, which was probably never intended to be paid, was impregnated in the brain of a young officer [Alexander Hamilton] of foreign extraction, an adventurer of a bold genius, active talents, and fortunate combinations, from his birth to the exalted station to which he was listed by the spirit of favoritism in American arrangements. Yet when the system appeared, it was embraced with warmth by a considerable class, as the legitimate child of speculation. But it appeared a monster in the eye of a very large part of the community, who viewed it as the parent of a national debt that would hang on the neck of America to the latest generations. -ibid, pg. 665

Thus the Federal Reserve system, at this moment, as feared by many of the paranoiac persuasion, to be veering towards immanent collapse. It is notable that Mrs. Warren identifies so early on the two ingredients that would much later merge to form what President Eisenhower called the "military-industrial complex" in his final speech to the nation in 1961 (a speech that I would regard as far more significant than George Washington's much celebrated farewell address).

As I write, doubtless at the moment there are mobs meandering in lower Manhattan, that center of the "spirit of finance," who chant with an almost religious zeal, "9/11 was an inside job!" They refer of course to that Sepember 11th of six years ago, an occasion of psychological warfare truly awe striking in its exhibition of ambition and technological prowess. Indeed this anniversary is the first whence 9/11 returns to a Tuesday (after Tyr, the Nordic god of war). I do hope they are wrong with the "inside job" charge - it could hinge on what one means by "inside". For here I sit, in a city of seven hills, named Cincinnati. If the "inside job" was in fact, as argued by Michael Ruppert, a "crossing of the Rubicon" executed by the Bush administration in order to the establishment of an American Empire, in emulation of another republic that became an empire, namely that of Rome, centered by another city of seven hills, then I, sitting atop one of these seven hills, have something to worry about. Not quite five years ago, George W. Bush came to my city to make his case for going to war with Iraq. In his speech, at the time heralded as "The Cincinnati Address," he summoned the image of a nuclear "mushroom cloud" over an American city, if we did not take action. The U.S. of course did take action, the American "sheeple" as it were followed him into Iraq, but now having spent so much blood and treasure, the people want to drag him, and his "US", out of Iraq. So, will he now make good on his threat? And, will that American city crowned with a mushroom cloud be the one where he gave his "Cincinnati Address" at Union Terminal? From whence he advanced the plan to terminate the union? Will he, like Nero, burn this city of seven hills?
Let us hope not.

Einstein says: God doesn't play dice.
Klausewitz: you play by rolling dice.

God doesn't play?

Amber Alert!

Commentary on this story (and in its more sensational incarnation) is somewhat belated, but biting enough to warrant publication at this time. The work of Lon Flexx:

   Following their recent squatters benefit performance
at Highgate Cemetery, Amber and the gang head off for some
R&R at London's poshest bomb shelter. As always, a cadre
of hardcore groupies was in tow, largely made up of Israeli
billionaires. Declining the mad-cow hors d' oeuvres, Amber
pumps her 79 year old sugar granddaddy for a tour of CCTV's
main operating room.
    Once in, Amber need only sashay her entrancing little
bum in order to bend the myopic bureaucrats to her will.
The busiest intersection, that of Hyde Park Square, is up
on the control screen and Amber thumps the microphone a
few times to test its responsiveness.
   "'Ay up, little chaps!" commands the precocious tease
artist, "Amber says: turn off your engines!"
    To her delight, London motorists look up at the large
black megaphone above and obey, their eyes suddenly servile
and their postures hunched-up.
    "Hee, hee, watch this, Rothschild," she giggles then
recommences in her most authoritarian tone, "Amber says,
step out of your car!"
    Hundreds of motorists, bus passengers and taxi
drivers stand in the silent street looking up into the sky.
    "Amber says, take off your underpants and wear them
over your head!" For a split second, the sheeple look at
each other in disbelief, but capitulate without protest.
    "Amber says, stick your finger up your bum, hop on one
foot and act like Corky!"
    The proud stock of London, once the most powerful
metropolis in the civilized world, squat and shove their
index fingers into their slimey holes, and then begin
hopping, groaning, chattering like mongoloids, tripping over
each other, walking into street lamps and rolling in the
gravel.
    "Amber says stop! Stand up and repeat after me:
'Blimey - today my worst fears are confirmed - I'm nothing
but a mindless twit in a fascist police state - oh, the
brutes! - I guess I ain't very sharp to stand still for this
dehumanizing abuse!'"
    The Londoners repeat this chorus without a cent of irony.
    "Amber says, grab the nearest Paki and slam your car
door on his head!"
    "Amber says, all mixed-race motorists working in the IT
sector, place your vehicle in reverse gear and lie on the
ground behind the back wheel!"
    "Amber says, take your Morrissey cassettes out of your
cars and pee on them!"
    After this final outrage, Amber spies a young bobby
running into a police box, obviously intent on reporting the
incident.
    "Stomp that bobby in the box!!!"
    To which a dozen or so rugby players run forward to pull
the 18 year old patrolman out of the kiosk, knee him in his
genitals and trample his beardless face with their cleats.
    "I didn't say 'Amber says'! You are friggin� wankers!"
    Suddenly Amber screws-up her face and starts to ball,
"Oh, Daddy Rothchild, those people scare me! Boo-hoo!" wiping
her tears and her runny nose on his lapels.
    "There, there, my little Aryan schtupzl, when these silly
goy frighten me I always sell a few mazeltov cocktails to the
wogs and wiggers. They start a race riot and everyone's happy.
Now cheer up, slip into your Wehremacht helmet and take a bite
off my chocolate jesus."
    "Is it kosher?"
    "Is it kosher? You ask that of a man who eats shiksa
babies for breakfast?!"

Ismael Ax, part 2

A letter to the editor, requesting anonymity:

Well, linking this to Jim Jones seems a bit of a stretch...

But regarding mountaintop removal, apparently V-tech is home to "...the largest mining and minerals
engineering program in the nation..."


Here's an interesting avenue of research, from Kurt Nimmo

"the Deep Underground Science and Engineering Laboratory, according to The Pit Bulletin (the newsletter of the Department of Mining and Minerals Engineering at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University), is designed for “military needs, ranging from unique designs for underground sporting arenas to storing various types of waste materials….
the AMADEUS team feel that the expanding world population is creating a demand for additional types of underground construction.”

But for good PR...
there's that magic number again

***

And I have a few more details of note:

The mountains surrounding Blacksburg feed the headwaters of the Roanoke river.

While the VT massacre anticipated the 400th anniversary of the founding of Jamestown by a few weeks, it might as well have marked the 400th anniversary to the day or week of Powhatan's massacre of the surviving remnant of the Roanoke colony that had resettled in the Chesapeake area, according to Strachey's "Historie of Travell into Virginia Britania."

There were said to be but seven survivors of that massacre, escaping into the woods to take refuge with the Chowan tribe... yes, the Cho-wans; history's tiny details are ever a source of dark irony indeed...

From the Roanoke gun-store to a Guaianese plot to bomb NYC... Atavism of Raleigh's lost colonies?

GUYANESE President Bharrat Jagdeo has distanced his Government from former opposition party MP Abdul Kadir, who was one of three people arrested over a plot to blow up John F Kennedy airport in New York.

With leads to implicate Iran and Venezuela

Guyana's Stabroek News quoted Sauda Kadir, another of Kadir's daughters, saying her father had been arrested in Trinidad while en route to Shi'ite Muslim Iran, where he would attend an Islamic conference.
From Trinidad, he was planning to fly to Caracas, where he could pick up an Iranian visa.

Ishmael's Axe

"The American way of life is not negotiable." -George W. Bush

"The English...no sooner occupy a post than the woods fall before their hands - the earth is subjected to cultivation - the game disappears - and your people are steadily reduced to combat with starvation."
-Duquesne to the Indians in the aftermath of the French & Indian Wars

Ah, those were the days when "cultivation" simply meant felling trees and tilling fields... But in the interest of sustaining the American way of life, the outright destruction of a mountain range is more to the point, among other acts of resource-securing desperation. Note, the satellite image in the above link is navigable, to anywhere in the world, in fact; but if you take it a few quadrants east, you will end up in an area that has been the subject of intense national attention in the past week. And not too far from Blacksburg, Virginia, there are other sites of mountain top removal, scattered as they are throughout the mid-Appalachian range.

So, one very angry & alienated young man of Korean nativity blew his top this Tuesday and delivered a rather brooding but lethal brand of justice to 32 of his Virginia Tech classmates & professors before giving up his own ghost with the words "Ismail Ax" etched in red upon his arm (the term is alternately spelled "A. Ishmael" on a package sent to NBC News). With this cue, a frenzy of internet searches and speculation over its meaning was thus instigated, leading to the photo you see above, one among several of a photo-op of the New George III in the Adirondacks on Earth Day 2002 (five years ago today). [Those familiar with my discography will recognize an altered version the photo on the cover of the cassette "Dirty Politics"]

How on earth did we arrive at this? There are several interpretations of the cue that I will ignore here simply because the one I present is the one most pregnant with meaning (regardless of what the killer meant by it).

It was pointed out by one "Blacksheep" familiar with obscure, early American fiction, that ...

In James Fennimore Cooper’s story “The Prairie,”
Ishmael Bush is a settler trying to free himself
from the confines of civilization.

He sets out with two key items, a gun and an axe.
Each has a symbolic meaning. The axe — which can
either kill or create shelter — stand
for both creation and destruction.

Hence the photo is an obvious association (especially for those who would reflexively cite evidence for an inside job). But it doesn't stop here. While there are aspects of the character Ishmael in the novel that one might find alluding to GWB, for instance his delivering a frontier-justice sentence to death by hanging of Abiram (a stand-in for Saddam if you like). Or where one commentator notes...

On the following day, each of the prisoners is
tried before a rude frontier court presided over by
Ishmael Bush. His own conflicts with the law and his
frequently stated abhorrence of legal procedures make
Ishmael's new role an ironic one...

one might regard the proceedings at Guantanamo Bay as such a "frontier court".

But the "Bush" name can mislead, as in the story it hardly denotes anything resembling a ruling clan of privileged WASPs. Rather, Ishmael heads a tribe of melungeons, which are a mixed-race people (including North African or Anatolian extractions, it is believed) originating from the mountains of Eastern Kentucky as well as NE Tennessee, Southern West Virginia through SW Virginia (precisely the areas presently devastated by mountain top removal). As they made their way through the Ohio Valley and into Illinois, they settled in "cities like Mahomet, Mecca and Morocco on the way. However, they remained nomadic in nature - the 350 mile triangular route was northwest from Indianapolis to the Kankakee River south of Lake Michigan, from there south through easten Illinois (Urbana-Champaigne) and Decatur and finally, due east, back to Indianapolis."

It is in the vicinity of Indianapolis that we arrive upon one who perhaps was a descendant of the Ben Ishmael tribe, or at least believed himself to be so, and who wielded Ishmael's Axe not in the Appalachians but in the rain forests of Guiana some 30 years ago, as one researcher, Matthew Janovic, suggests...

I am doing my own research on the Tribe of Ben-Ishmael with the Indiana State Library. One aspect of my research concerns the infamous Revernd Jim Jones, and his shadowy-origins. It struck me that he did his early social-work in the depressed areas of Indianapolis–site of the Ishmaelite-ghettoes. He always said he had “Indian-origins,” and this seems like something an outsider (or was he?) would say to the descendents of Ishmaelites. Any help would be greatly-appreciated, this a neglected-area of research.

I wonder if our current mass murder record-holder caught the documentary on the current mass suicide record-holder on PBS American Experience last week.