Beta Theta Pi at Yale circa 1915

These photos are of a pledge paddle from the Yale class of 1915. I acquired the device on e-Bay, where after it had served a term as the crown jewel of my college fetish collection, I resold it.It bears the Greek letters for Beta Theta Pi, founded in 1839, which, although it was the first college fraternity to publish its constitution--in 1879, and one is tempted to ask why--it “continues to guard certain secrets reserved for members,” according to Wikipedia. If those secrets are consistent with the symbolism it shares with other occult organizations, then it's likely they are responsible for bringing the world to the brink of ruin.



Nothing in the public profile particularly sets Beta's apart from similar secret societies like Scull & Bones, and Trogdor, who “bonded by oath and ritual,” are “bound by trust and responsibility,” to “form lifelong bonds of trust,” except perhaps, as the first fraternity founded west of the Allegheny Mountains and the first to locate a chapter west of the Mississippi River, BTP exemplifies manifest destiny. Beta's absorption of The Mystic Seven in 1889, also adds an extra layer of occult freemasonic cast to their tradition.

Within these bonded entities, a system of “Leadership Development & Self Governance” requiring “each chapter to identify future leaders, [and] provide for their education and training,” determines the individual’s placement, and establishes the hierarchal system, although how George W. Bush made the leap from cheerleader to President indicts that system, it also explains why we were offered only the systematic choice of a fellow Skull & Bonesman, John Kerry as an alternative in 2004.
An Open Motto is the public expression of unique ideals and/or standards, and Beta’s mottoes are uniquely standard: Worthy of the Highest, the Three Great Principles, and Firmam Consensus Facit, Latin for “Co-operation makes strength, is but an embodiment of the experience of man in all ages and nations.”

The Code of Beta Theta Pi, in Article 1, Section 2, continues the theme of “securing unity of action and sympathy in matters of common interest,” concluding it “recognizes mutual assistance” as foundational.

There is a depth to match the extent of the bond. In Goal IX “Lifelong Fraternal Brotherhood, is created and strengthened by the intensity and integrity of effort required for success and enriched by the shared responsibility for achievement that endures.” Note that the phrase integrity of effort refers to unity, not integrity.

Beta Theta Pi Heraldry page describes the symbolism pyrographically etched in the wood, at least to some degree. The symbol in the saddle of the grip, what I thought was the universal pictograph for “Ouch,” is the

“standard badge of the Fraternity, is to be worn over the heart and in a manner befitting the honor and dignity to which the badge is entitled. the use of the badge as a ring, as a decoration or in any other element on printed matter or T-shirts or in any other printer manner (other than as the official badge of the Fraternity) is specifically prohibited,”

so we learn this paddle would be considered contraband today, but we aren’t told the meaning of the imperial laurel victor’s wreath.

We are told that in 1897, “the current coat of arms containing the dragon and ____kai____, designed by George M. Chandler, then an undergraduate, replaced the original Arms, which was designed by John I. Covington in 1869,” but we are not told why the change was made, and what space-kai-space means, unless it's the unpronounceable name of the anti-Christ.

The rare heraldic dragon sinister, were it standing, would take the blazonry word specific to dragons: segeant, as distinct from a lion’s standing rampant. If one paw of either were raised, he’d be erect, which may indicate we have a one-armed dragon on our hands. The three stars are “a development of the pledge button,” before which “ pledges wore ribbons of pink and blue.”


The reverse side, with the personalization “Ted” Babbit from “Budge” Richardson Nov. 23, 1915, is dominated by a hooded figure standing before the Yale University initial Y. Nowhere on Beta’s heraldry page are hooded figures explicated, but for anyone who grew up in the south certainly, the symbol carries a heavy weight of unfortunate connotations.These symbols speak to the esoteric understanding within separate, and never equal, covert communities. Whatever their organizing methodology was, which formerly allowed them to create reality unseen and unbidden, it has given way to a general awareness of manipulation and deceit in the exoteric world. The moral horror in Iraq is a bell that cannot be unrung. Whatever the controls an individual faces from within, from a paddling, to a fist-fuck, to a snuff film, it needs to become revealed. Then we can put an end to scenes like this:

The grief on these guard’s faces is difficult to mask, especially in contrast to Rumsfeld’s bizarre emoting.
That The Old Guard ceremonial unit was singularly charged with the recovery of bodies at the Pentagon is a detail not lost on the press, although they didn't report it:

DoD News Briefing - Victoria Clarke, ASD PA (David Chu, Meg Falk, Maj. Gen. Jim Jackson; and Ed Plaugher, fire chief of Arlington County.)

Q: Is it true -- (off mike) -- Old Guard? Is that who you've got doing this; the guys who do the ceremonial...

Jackson: Yes. The Old Guard is an active duty infantry organization with a multiple mission requirement, and one of them is to be able to do contingency work like this. And they do spend a significant amount of their time practicing these skills.

Q: I notice that funerals were proceeding at Arlington Cemetery this morning, at least some. I heard 21-gun salutes while I was -- (off mike)

...Jackson: We have reduced some of our support to the funerals, but some are, in fact, going on based on capabilities and families' desires.

Q: Sir, so some of the people that would normally be involved in funerals are now guarding some of the entryways here in the building?

Jackson: That's correct.

The tradition of silence and secrecy within an elite group like the Old Guard must at core, hold many terrible secrets, in order for this secret to have a context in which to be held.

The following bit of marginalia was the single most important trigger to my recognition of the truth. It is from a vanity web page of a Las Vegas politician named Steve Ross, who was attending a federal-government sponsored "environmental summit" at the Sheraton Hotel north of the Navy Annex and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001. Titled like a return-to-school report, My Experience in Arlington, Virginia during the Pentagon Terrorist Attack, after describing how he came to know an American Airlines 757-jet had crashed into the Pentagon, he made this tangential remark:

During that time, many of the Pentagon employees entered the hotel to get off the street due to the threat. When I returned to my table with lunch, I noticed that one of the Pentagon employees had sat down at the same table. After a few minutes of watching the news broadcasts he asked very puzzled if something had happened to the World Trade Center towers. Apparently he had not heard that the World Trade Center towers had collapsed. It was truly amazing to see this man become completely and utterly stunned when he told the news. He remained completely still with his eyes fixed to the news broadcast for quite a while. Everyone at the table was moved by the sadness that he exhibited.

I have experienced having all the wind knocked out of me by non-physical force--I know what it takes for that to happen. For this Pentagon employee to suddenly realize he had been taking part unwittingly in a public shock and awe event, must have felt like a blow to the solar plexus.

Deb Anlauf, of Colfax, Wisconsin, the wife of Jeff Anlauf, the owner of BP Amoco, was in her 14th floor room of the Sheraton Hotel, when she heard a "loud roar" and then "Suddenly I saw this plane right outside my window. You felt like you could touch it; it was that close.... Then it shot straight across from where we are and flew right into the Pentagon. ... When it hit, the whole hotel shook.
It is my opinion that Mrs. Anlauf did not receive the same blow to the stomach. I think she fabricated her eyewitness experience for political reasons. We need to get the hotel records for 9-11-01 for the rooms in the upper floors that face east. We need to find out where else ringers were planted. We can tell each other apart now. And if there's any doubt, just wait.



IF WORLD WAR III IS FOUGHT WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS, WORLD WAR IV WILL BE FOUGHT WITH STICKS AND STONES-ALBERT EINSTEIN

"The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open
society; and we are as a people inherently and historically
opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret
proceedings.

"We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and
unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the
dangers which are cited to justify it."
-- John F. Kennedy

A Trogdor Fetish Object & Its Home Revealed?

They Serve in S...S...Silence

Well, I feel the tiniest bit pretentious having captured a screen grab of my frat monster to find what looks to be glazed papier-mache. Nor can my tone be one of such great assurance in describing it as wielding a ritual fetish object, i.e. a frat paddle. It could even b e a chainsaw. With one arm in flesh tone, and the presence of blood red, I simply think it to be in the worst possible taste given what our country is experiencing right now in Iraq. The same distastefulness which is found elsewhere in Trogdor's birthday Flash presentation: like the headless child, and the motionless little girl lying at the mouth of a "chalk" dragon.

In any event, within my perception, this object had power, but it doesn't any longer.

So, what's it going to be? Right handed or left? You can't have it both ways.

Well, that’s a first for me. As I was making superb--if I do say so myself--clarifications and additions to the Trogdor wiki entry, on a page devoted to the third birthday Flash presentation, someone was coming along right behind me and deleting them. So rather than get into a pissing contest, I came here.

The section we engaged in an editing conflict over is described thusly:

On January 13, 2006, the three-year anniversary of the week Trogdor debuted on the site, a "Happy Trogday" animation was released, featuring fan-submitted pictures of Lite-Bright drawings, tattoos, Halloween costumes, pancakes, license-plates and other things inspired by Trogdor. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burninate]

The Flash Presentation itself can be viewed here: [http://www.homestarrunner.com/trogday.html]

Apparently someone else thought this rapid-fire sequence of screen images of mostly amateurish “fan-based” art was significant enough to record with Wiki-ticks. Although my visual acuity is not what it once was, I’d stack my anal compulsivity against any one's. After repeated viewings I spotted this factoid:

A Virgina license plate reading "Trogdor" {It reads "BRNIN8R"}'

{And it's from Victor Van Bortel Subaru, in Victor New York, making it likely a Subaru registered in New York.} I added.

Then, I added the following in bold font to Trogdor House:Trogdor house" {It's apparently at some Texas university (notice the sign on the right)}'{It is a substantial, mounted, bronze plaque, on which the map of Texas is apparent. Two additional square bronze plaques flank the entrance. These memorizations would indicate the establishment carries a heavy tradition. This makes it odd that after a diligent internet search, I found no reference to a Trogdor House at a Texas University. This might indicate it is a secret society on par with Yale's Scull & Bones.

Another image is described as: *{{tick}} A sculpture of Trogdor ''{really evil looking; it's holding a [[Big Knife]]}''

I slashed a line through Big Knife, having learned how that very moment, and added this:

It is most clearly a fraternity hazing-ritual fetish object (commonly known as a fraternity paddle) being wielded mid-stroke by an elaborately wrought and artistically individuated winged dragon, symbolic of the devil. This design stylistically pre-dates significantly the various Trogdor variations, and may be their conceptual basis. It may also be that a relationship between this powerful votive object and the mysterious Trogdor House exists.

I went on to say, in a contribution that didn't have a chance to be saved, even for a second, that since the source or origin of all the images in the sequence was being determined, that if it proved indeterminable where these two images originated from, that meant they were likely linked, and should be given added significance—being the meat and the potato, if you will, floating in the “smalled” soup of contrived offerings, being my theory.

I made a small additional contribution by noting that one shot was identified as from the List Visual Arts Center at M.I.T. It goes along with this:

*{{tick}} A picture of Trogdor done in "post-its" ''{note: this is the MIT "hack" documented at [[School Sightings#Trogdor: MIT Hacker]]. Should be linked in a Fun Fact.}''

I didn’t get a chance to remark upon a cigarette lighter, hand-engraved with a Trogdor image, which has some ritualistic connotations, in my opinion. One similar is shown being used in the animation where Trogdor was born: http://homestarrunner.com/sbemail58.html

http://www.hrwiki.org/index.php?title=Talk:Happy_Trogday&action=submit (Editing page)

One person named is a sort of leader in the construction of these pages. Her page can be found here: http://www.hrwiki.org/index.php/User:AbdiViklas

Her entry was of some interest to me because she says her name, which she changed not too long ago, was a combination form with robotics. Determine for yourselves her name and her role: http://www.hrwiki.org/index.php/some_kinda_robot You may also want to check the Subaru dealer: http://www.vanbortelsubaru.com/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Trogador.jpeg#filehistory An alternate spelling is Tragador, a con-founder and a ruse.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trogdor

I might add, that any right to privacy, or the maintainability of any tradition of secrecy, is lost when items deemed sacred by their holders are proffered in the public arena as inside jokes, as these were. That secrets can be maintained in full view is one thing. That doesn't mean they must be. They're secret until someone spots them.
“Evil cannot stand to be seen, for when it is truly seen, it is not unconscious anymore, and its seeming power over us gets taken away. Just like a vampire can’t stand the light of consciousness, once we see evil, we take away its autonomy - it can no longer act itself out through us unconsciously. The energy locked up in evil then becomes available to serve what is best for the whole, which is to say it becomes transformed so as to feed and nourish life, instead of creating death.” Paul Levy

....Christ Consciousness...

"I Had No Idea"

"Rumsfeld thought a bomb had exploded at the Pentagon, even though the military defense command had been warned 12 minutes before impact that an errant airliner was headed toward Washington."
I had no idea

Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld said on September 16, 2001 on ABC's Sunday morning news program, This Week, as quoted in "Shoot-down order issued on morning of chaos." by Jonathan Weisman, USAToday Sept. 16, 2001 11:38pm EDT

"The secretary was in his office, really not that far away from the side of the building that got hit by the plane. He and another person immediately ran down the hallway and went outside and helped some of the people, some of the casualties getting off the stretchers, etc. When he came back in the building about half an hour later, he was the first one that told us he was quite sure it was a plane. Based on the wreckage and based on the thousands and thousands of pieces of metal. He was the one that told us, the staff that was in the room. So he was really the first one who told us that it was most likely a plane."

Assistant Secretary Clarke interview with Jim Mitchell, WBZ Boston Saturday, September 15, 2001

"I talked to Colonel Bucci, who recommended that I speak the Secretary. They brought me in to see the Secretary, who was with a small entourage. He and his staff had moved back to our offices, which are one ring deeper inside the building than his office, which had filled up with smoke. I told them what I had seen and what I gather is that I was the first personal account that he had. Even at this point, I don’t believe the Secretary was confident that, in fact, a civilian airliner had hit the building. I think they still speculated about a bomb, a cruise missile, a small aircraft, but I was glad I was able to give useful information. I told them the plane came in full throttle, level, flaps up, wheels up, wasn’t crashed into the building, was flown into the building.


"The Secretary was essentially incredulous, but, then again, maybe that was just his manner. He asked me if I was sure. And as I said, I was close enough to look into the windows of the airplane as it flew passed. There was no doubt in my mind what I had seen."

MAJ Lincoln Leibner Responding in the Pentagon

The Bag Lady of Southampton, Long Island

Wow, things are speeding up quick. I better tell this story fast.

Something xjacktarx said recently in a comment struck a nerve in me. He suggested that if I wanted to be useful and make a contribution to world affairs that I should direct my "ample energy," and go work with the poor or something. Given the law of identification, you spot it, you got it, I hear his own cry for meaning and validation. So I report back, that I do understand the law of altruism is inviolate, and in helping others, I find the source of any power I might claim.

The poor are with us everywhere, they just sometimes look different. The establishment watering hole resort of Southampton, Long Island, where I domicile, even has its own bag lady---albeit, often seen carrying Gucci.

She's been a friend of mine for several years now, as a periodic alcoholic with a wet brain, she's gone down the tubes, after her trust fund was disloyal to her. When it ran out, so did her homosexual mouch of a husband. The line of descent in seedy rooming houses, with a summer spent "on the boat" here and there, occasionally brought her to my house, sometimes for an entire season. Once, I found her sleeping in the Episcopal Church. I was glad she had the instinct to go there, picturing her stretched out on a pew. But no, she said, she slept on the bathroom floor because she could lock the door and not be startled in the morning.

She has always worked--her term for volunteering in thrift stores, and an appropriate self-description in the context, as she began to need---and take---more of the resources intended for others. Given the almost unimaginable stress of her life, I see her as heroic, as she still managed to dress divinely, and keep her hair its best under the circumstances. You could cruelly joke her poverty left her thin, but it was her background, and with effort, that she kept her figure.

Her "society" behaves appallingly towards her spectral presence. I remember once a blue blood reporting to me that she had asked if she could stay, and he "gave her a twenty," to get rid of her. Once I invited her to accompany me to a local wedding, where I felt like Saint John the Forerunner feasting on locusts and honey, so otherworldly was the effect she had on the gathered. Shamefully, for the community, not her, she's been on our local "page two," charged with shoplifting.

I help as best I can. In better days, rescuing jewelry she abandoned in the repair shop---in poorer times, getting her clothes dry cleaned and feeding her. But she might as well as have had her feet bound as an infant, so ill-equipped to deal with life is she, and so great is her need. After an extended bout of her you could scream. She once called her sister in France person-to-person, because she knew no better, and a $30 call cost me $500. There is only so much Lovey Howell a working Gilligan could take. But then she'd disappear for a spell, and I could regroup.

She has a son living in modest dysfunction on a skip-trust in the Midwest. I drove her there once, 27 hours straight through, on what I privately referenced as my "raccoon, trap and release trip," but she nearly beat me back home, as the son splurged on a $1,500 one-way ticket, and a $500 cab ride to unload her.


She had all the bona fides: the year of school in Switzerland, the stone house on the coast in Maine, and although she was a disaster, I must say, I got stuff in return. The thing I most appreciated was being privy to all the class shibboleths I was too embarrassed to learn elsewhere. Never exhibiting an ounce of self-pity, she just pretends that all is the way it used to be and goes about her day, with the community allowing it.

In one of the worst examples of the system failing her, after she was admitted to the local hospital for malnutrition and dehydration, her discharge plan released her on Holy Thursday of Easter week with only the phone number of a rooming house in hand. When the owner called me, I vouchsafed her, as she waited in a cab outside. Then both the woman who was renting the room because she needed the money and I took a hit.

This is a picture of her father, dressed in his role as one of the top admirals in the Canadian navy during World War II. We shall remain nameless here.

Her gay ex-husband once confided in me that his former father-in-law, standing six foot, three inches in height, was well-formed, and "what they all wanted to be like"--the class archetype in aristocratic bearing, demeanor and the effect of his power. But even with lots of old 19th-century mill money still lying around to pay for therapy, a dysfunction began to take its toil on the offspring in the following decades.

That ex from her Maine years shall go down in history as the owner of the bar in Kennebunkport where young George W. Bush got his first job---and his first firing for drunkenness, I am told. Later, with the help of a program, he dried up, but stopped short of any spiritual transformation. Nonetheless, in, or should I say, because of that state of stasis as a "good influence," he remained a Bush-family loyalist, and his most cherished possession is a notebook of letters and memorabilia from the family, such as long, handwritten notes from Barbara Bush. He's around somewhere, sleeping in his car most of the year.

I am in possession of this photograph, and the beautiful ornamental sword on which he rests his hand and gloves, depicted in it. I can't recall why I have it, probably as collateral for some forgotten loan, maybe in safekeeping for her son. But I know on some level I've gone the extra mile more for him than her. I've fantasied about meeting him on the other side, and getting a pat on the back, which I wanted to be earned and well-deserved. But this icon of manhood and culture has shifted in my mind recently. I've begun to see the social construction as something fraudulent, the bearing and demeanor as suspect---a deadly aspect, as I witness what it is he has sown, and the world left behind to us by the "greatest generation." Poppy Bush is but a pale, bounding shadow of this man, but Poppy is still with us, and I'll always love a man in uniform.

Blessedly, she is stable this winter, staying in a wonderful 18th-century Captain's house nearby, owned by a bed-ridden widow whose son is charged with manslaughter in the death of her third husband. There are raccoons in the house as well. I stay in touch every week.

On edit, the close of 2008: In what many are calling a miracle, after 10 years of slip sliding away, she finally got it and cleaned up her act! Her supposed wet brain, now just occasional daffiness. An ability to rejoin life only slightly tinged by a continuing convalescence, but much boosted by an old Volvo station wagon. And I must say---all that breeding really does show. Another sign of hope in the direction we are heading.

The widow's son had the charges dropped too, for what its worth.

Now We Know Why He Called Him "Brownie."

Driven nearly mad by his co-dependent enmeshment with the BCO Board regulars, stevenwarran lashes out in a fit of Joe baiting!

Bush signs legislation authorizing the 9-11 Commission on November 27, 2002, over a year following the attack.

Why so glum Joe? Joe Lieberman feeling sad today? What's a matter, Joe? Cat got your tongue? You know what's coming down Joe? Look at those rainbow ties you guys have on, and the suits are sure looking sharp! It's funny how people give themselves away, and boy, I see it in you Joe.

The other three, they got neutral down pat. Is that Chaney hiding, or another baldy? He can't even show his face. Bush the sociopath, just goes right ahead, as usual. Nothing fazes him, or has anything to do with him.

You know when Bush gave it away? With the SWIFT European bank-spying scandal. I saw him get really mad at the New York Times and it made no sense. But he must of got caught in some double-crosses. All the spying was to get the goods on everybody, because everybody has got something to be got. Right? Right?

That's the only explanation for what happened with Sandra Day O'Conner. First in 2000, she votes for Bush's sorry ass, then she quits with a good 10 years left in her, knowing she was the pivotal moderate swing vote. So the court can go all extremely conservative for the Christian freaks. That's all it took.

Ann Coulter revealed her sorry ass self by her treatment of the Jersey girl's. It's not a matter of conservative or liberal, Republican or Democratic, Ann simply wasn't rational in her attack. She even said she had her friends vet her manuscripts and no one spotted the book's scathing treatment. Just stupid bitter at the cost, bitter at the truth.

Joe, you feeling bitter today? Huh? You feeling bad? Joe want some hot milk?

Gerry Gilmore DF-SD-03-10657.JPEG

When it came time to art direct the Pentagon September 11th "attack" setting, nothing helped set the crisis mood quite as much as unrolling lots of yellow Do Not Enter police-line tape. Examples of its overuse in photographs taken that day are legion; examples of questionable, illogical, and comical use, even, as here in this attenuated Gerry Gilmore landscape, an interactive case!

Give it a click and pop it open. It's a biggy.

But first, do note what I take to be the man in the road who has been asked to duck for the camera.

At least two men in the background who wear blue shirts with gold insignia, stand and hold the tape like emergency stanchions, steering the cattle into the sluice, although the man on the right has no one helping and his role drops off before the picture crops, leaving a lacuna in the corral. We can only hope these longhorns don't leave the rodeo as a result.

The shirts look like either the tee or polo version worn by the F.B.I.Yellow Fire Engine #345 has been moved into a funny parallel position to block the view of something unfortunate or questionable, although they could just as easily have planted bittersweet vines--they're so fast growing. The engine is using its hose to cool down some hot inner-city youngsters just off camera.

Is the stress showing? It might as well. That this well known image could exist in the study carrel without comment these long years, gives me the liberty I think, to put it in an asses corral. And mix my metaphor to boot.

Oops. Found another one. The tape-holder stands directly behind the casually dressed man in red undershirt carrying a red bag. A jogger perhaps, with an absolutely enormous arm, whose hands are wearing latex medical gloves.


I've now found this image as attributed to Jim Garamone here

A List of IP Addresses Referred by BCO Boards

The following list contains 172 IP address that accessed stevenwarran.blogspot during a 21-hour period running from Thursday evening at 7:46 through Friday afternoon at 5:18 on February 9, apparently in response to something I posted early on Thursday morning. It is not complete for the period, as I was able to only retrieve 25 addresses at a time, and I noted several gaps.

All of these addresses accessed the blog through previously established riskus-related bookmarks, or by one of two referring BOC topic threads, except for a single case of Google search for “steve riskus,” and four referrals from a site, http://swg.trogdor.us/t.php?id=3865&r=0

The list begins with several referrals from http://board.crewcial.org/topic/84165/&r=429 which is a thread that contained a prior discussion of me and my work, but abandoned since November 20 until being reestablished that morning with a message

mcduh posted this on February 8th, 2007 @ 7:51:08 pm Riskus, quit hiding behind those rodents in your profile picture and accept this man Steven Warran's challenge.

Later in the morning, a captain nemo dos, leaves a message sounding administrative, satirical, peeved, and genuine: “Hmm. No response from Mr. Lee Harvey Riskus. How ODD."

Not until the next morning at 6:46 am, do we get a message from riskus, a possibly sleepy eyed, “oh Christ.”

After coffee, a new BCO thread is established at 8:16am, headed, “have you guys seen this yet?” Thereafter it http://criticalthrash.com/messageboard/t.php?id=23427&r=30

becomes the referrer.

These criticalthrash referrals are individuated with 29 different numbers, which end the address, with some numbers making multiple referrals. Together with four ID's like http://swg.trogdor.us/t.php?id=3865&r=4, and the 2 crewcial.org ID's, a total of 35 different board identities is established. The IP address list contains some duplication.

Whether friend or foe, this grouping is an anomaly in my blog's experience, which received a total of 17 hits over the previous 5 days and only 2 non-riskus related hits during this 21 hours. I have been asked to believe that this message board is a “loose group of skateboarders who like to talk about homos and stuff.” This I do not believe. With many intriguing addresses in Japan, Argentina, Sweden, Italy and Canada, in addition to the United States, it is unlikely recreation is the glue.

I’ll let you be the judge.

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The BCO Message Board

is apparently a byproduct of an http://www.darpa.mil/ funded program. It works as a covert communication network under the guise of an open one. It may be only one of other such networks, including vlv. It pretends to be a portal for “scenesters and hipsters” moderated by Ian Meyer.

At heart, it’s membership roles are closed to the outside public, although outsiders aren’t meant to understand that. It is Sui genesis, and as such, begs the question. Its current 180,211 topics are organized under no guiding principle, thus are not a form of probable reasoning. It is no longer indexed in search engines consequent to robots.txt, and nothing external aids entry or movement. These limitations are thus its defining characteristics.

Why would anyone want to go there in the first place? On the surface, it is mostly a simple recreational exercise among friends, although some intense bits are obvious, only limited meaning can be derived without a foundational context. Should someone stumble in—it is an open forum, recall—myriad methods are employed to affect a pointlessness to the participation— including ostensible participation.

Codified behaviors and thought processes long established in covert life are here given modern digital expression, as clandestine hierarchical organizations carry on business without seeming too. The mostly banter and slang is not so much small talk, as smalled talk, a self-conscious background soup in which the meat and potatoes float. Only rarely having to resort to the use of what may be actual coded language communications employed on the surface, much fun is had in playing games to trigger Echelon, at least when the topic is the topic.

None of this disguises the lines of power as expressed in the giving and receiving of direction, encouragement, and chastisement, as distinct from mere reportage.

Actually, I said it better in a blog last year, on March 6.

Dude! It's Only an Adjective!

My, quite a lot of traffic today. Much of it stemming from folks over at the critical and the thrash message boards. I dipped a toe in, and it felt like little-green-footballs—off-topic and bitter.

But one fellow caught my attention. After first dismissing me as illiterate and insane, he lightens up:

“i guess 9/11 pushed more than a few unstables over the edge, that dude is just begging to be dealt with.”

A few minutes later, this same anonymous poster tells an instant messaging buddy who’s whining about an unflattering picture I’d posted of him and threatening to quit chatting as a protest, that

“you can decide to never log on or ever look at this page again, but you never quit, too much blood has been shed for anyone to get off that easy”

What is the point of this morning chatter? Reinforcing the skateboarder’s code of omerta?

It’s true, too much blood has been shed to get off easy, or ever look back. But it’s Americans who are responsible for causing the violence, and it's us who must atone.

For an example of absolutely diabolical American evil, check out this video, which was taken down from YouTube, but reposted here. In it, an American soldier brags to his buddies about participating in a rape at Abu Gharib prison in Iraq of a

...girl, she was probably like 15 years old. Yeah, she was hot dude. The body on that girl, yeah, really tight. You know, hadn't been touched yet. She was fucking prime. So.... One of the guys started pimping her out for 50 bucks a shot. I think at the end of the day he'd made like 500 bucks before she hung herself.

Really?

Yeah. (laugh)

She hung herself? How's come she hung herself?

I don't know. She wasn't happy. (laugh)

There hasn’t been an actor born on this planet who could deliver that last line…she wasn’t happy….with such convincing malice--it sent a chill up my spine. This is real deal, not the manufactured villainy dished out to the dumbed down as political melodrama.

The web site hosting the video, La Voz de Aztlan, calls itself a “totally independent” bilingual online news service out of Los Angeles, and it reflects Mezo-American and Spanish-American roots. I link to a page there by Hector Carreon hypothesizing that Nicholas Berg Was Decapitated by Americans at Abu Gharib Prison for the same reason that Carreon posted it: because we believe it to be true and important to express. That is what has to “be dealt with,” to use the instant messenger’s phrase. Practitioners of this sort of transparency are called “true-believers” in Iraq, and they’re rightly given credit for America’s loss there.

The poster of the Abu Gharib video, Ernesto Cienfuegos, also expresses his views in

Pedophilia and Satanism in the Vatican

Sodomites force the closure of 65 Catholic parishes in Boston

and, bringing up the rear,

Vigilante Justice Against Homosexual Pedophile Priests Feared

I don’t imagine anybody could come up with more extreme, irrational and poisonous anti-homosexual paranoia than found in Mr. Cienfuegos’s articles. While I repudiate his position in the strongest possible way—which is to not take him seriously—I nevertheless respect him for truly believing in something, and for the courage to express that, instead of something else, especially it's likely to be at a cost.

The political and social biases shown in La Voz de Aztlan are one part of a diverse America, which should it fracture, would do so in utterly unpredictable ways. Only sincerity can save us, or me, at least.

Not to brag, but what feels like reward keeps coming my way. After reading only 40 pages of 9/11: Synthetic Terrorism Made in USA by Webster Griffin Tarpley, I realized I’d found my doppelganger and the company feels real good right now. I wonder if Ann Coulter fans feel this way?

You can read Tarply’s book in full here, but I plan on buying a couple dozen copies and calling it a symbolic act of reverse econo-terrorism performance art

I’ll keep reading too, but not what the stubbornly named tryviolence writes. He/she must have been having a sugar attack this afternoon when it posted this public message at 2:48:16:

“steven war-ran, i know you're reading this, so i'm going to try to do you a favor a suggest that you watch your back for a week or two. or will it be next month? and behind which door?”

As an anonymous expression, however distinct, I can’t take you seriously. Still, I hope somebody drops a house on you. And never use “unstable” as a noun when it is always an adjective—like your C.T.

By the way, for those interested, Cienfuegos reports the U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Division is "presently investigating the allegations made in the video."

My Solemn Pledge: Absolutely, My Final Riff on Steve Riskus

I wouldn't mind being accused of having a hard-on for him, if you know what I mean.


















"Oh, oh, Michael; Michael, you are blind. It wasn't a miscarriage, it was an abortion. An abortion, Michael. Just like our marriage is an abortion -- something that's unholy and evil. I didn't want your son, Michael. I wouldn't bring another one of your sons in this world. It was an abortion, Michael. It was a son; a son, and I had it killed cuz this must all end. I know now that it's over; I knew it then. There would be no way, Michael. No way you could forgive me. Not with this Sicilian thing that's been going on for 2000 years."

Kay to Michael

Part I-1972

Part II-1974

This last post is just a bit of summary housekeeping prompted by changes made to the Riskus youthenraged web site, which suddenly repositioned itself as Youth At Risk, a child development resource--or maybe a Christian front organization, it’s not clear, but one that promises to match up military boot camp destinations against the will power of troubled teens.

Now the hypocrisy has come full circle, classing up a cheap cover story that may keep working with the shrinking 30 percent.

At Alexa, Youth Enrage is still engaged in the enraged business...somewhere “in Alexandria, VA 22310 US”....with an emphasis on—skat, which, thankfully, wasn't what I expected it to be.

I want to express my gratitude to all the good folks at the Riskus message board, (thanks for stopping by again yesterday, Bitchy Michele!) You guys really were the only ones who paid any attention to me at all, as I went through my nascent stage, attempting to understand the meaning of the events that bind us together. Without your taking me seriously I don't know if I would have taken myself seriously. I'd have almost no feedback to reference as I endlessly threw messages in bottles out into the sea. A monkey, stuck forever in low double-digits. The shadow of you-know-who.

But now, suddenly, I understand Michael Foucault! That may not mean much to you, but for me, who always wanted to understand him but found him impenetrable, to then realize as a byproduct, cognition of things so deeply occluded, can only be described as giving me feelings of intense joy.

Foucault speaks directly to our predicament, as each of us

“patiently, meticulously, gathers archives and arranges them into narratives based on a different set of assumptions than the customary one. The goal of the history, then, is not to narrate the story; to tell what "really" happened, or to explain events accurately.”

But don’t be afraid!

"The cry goes up that one is murdering history whenever, in a historical analysis---and especially if it is concerned with thought, ideas, or knowledge---one is seen to be using in too obvious a way the categories of discontinuity and difference, the notions of threshold, rupture and transformation, the description of series and limits. One will be denounced for attacking the inalienable rights of history and the very foundations of any possible historicity. But one must not be deceived: what is being bewailed with such vehemence is not the disappearance of history, but the eclipse of that form of history which was secretly, but entirely, related to the synthetic activity of the subject; what is being bewailed is the 'development' (devenir) that was to provide the sovereignty of the consciousness with a safer, less exposed shelter than myths, kinship systems, languages, sexuality, or desire..." The Archaeology of Knowledge 1972

I still find that paragraph turgid, but it does perfectly describes what I have been feeling as I disconnectedly stood up to you and your crew! Does comfort in numbers still feel as secure to you?” Keep bewailing with such vehemence, more shall be revealed!

I promise I will continue to…

”re-read the surface of cultural activity to find a meaning in it different from that which it seems, itself, to offer and approve. Realignment of cultural phenomena available publicly discloses the lines of force in a culture organized towards certain ends and proceeding through certain transformations. And genealogical redistribution of surface fragments, not only demystifies the veiling, legitimating ideologies of a system, but produces a new reading which is a more convincing asymptotic approximation of the truth of the matter."

I don’t mean to be smug, but your smart bombs are no match.

It will just continue to get better, my side growing stronger, your side growing weaker, with, what, you think you can unleash another, bigger disaster, and use martial law to save your asses?

My take is, violence is destroying your team. And sooner, rather then later, would be my hunch. Tell that to Pat Robertson, who heard the Lord say a great American city would be destroyed by this coming September.

Hmmmm. Maybe he got that half right.
http://criticalthrash.com/terror/crashthumbnails.html

riskus posted this on November 7th, 2005 @ 12:35:34 pm The American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE)paid me $1250 to use my photo in one of there books and magazine. Nightline paid me $65 to use it on one of their specials.

When Did the Pentagon Get Attacked Exactly?

The New York Times, the national newspaper of record, cited in a September 12, 2001, article, "Plane Slams Into Pentagon," that the attack occurred "about 9:30," but in a second article in the Times that day, Hijacked Jets Destroy Twin Towers and Hit Pentagon by Serge Schemann, the attack is said to have occurred "at 9:40 a.m." Then on September 15, in an article by Matthew Wald, "After the Attack: Sky Rules," the NYT gives the time of the attack as 9:45am.

The local newspaper of record, The Washington Post, first reported (at 4:59pm on 9-11-01,) that the plane crashed at 9:20am. But the Washington Post reported the next day that the plane crashed 17 minutes later, at 9:37am, Timeline in Terrorist Attacks (9-12-01) cached

A second large news organization embedded into the Pentagon, CNN also said in an early report that a plane had struck at 9:20 a.m.---CNN, in an interview between Bob Franken & Tim Timmerman, aired at 1:46pm on 9-11-01. But then again, in a CNN timeline, Chronology of terror, the strike is recorded at 9:43am.

So, here's a list. Feel free to add on.

• 9:20am The Washington Post By Barbara Vobejda (4:59pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:20am CNN interview Bob Franken & Tim Timmerman, (1:46pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:30am--"about," Reuters, (at 3:57pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:30am--"about," USAToday, Bush Vows Retaliation, (6:11am on 9-12-01)
• 9:30am--"about," The New York Times, Plane slams into Pentagon, (9-12-01)
• 9:30am "about" The Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star, 'Terrorists strike heart of nation's'
• 9:30am--"shortly after," U.S. News & World Report
• 9:36am Frank Probast, A defiant recovery
• 9:37am Newsday,
• 9:37am The Washington Post Timeline in Terrorist Attacks (9-12-01) cached
• 9:38am CNN, Chris Plante, Government Failed to React to FAA, (9-16)
• 9:38am Richard Clarke, Against All Enemies,
• 9:38am USAToday, 'Terror Attacks Brought Drastic...'(8-13-02)
• 9:40am AP, 'Pentagon attack came minutes after Rumsfeld predicted: 'There will be another event,' by Robert Burns, 5:58 p.m. 9/11/2001
• 9:40am Air Force Link
• 9:40am The New York Times, Day of Terror (9-12-01)
• 9:40am'Lawmakers, tourists race to flee crash,' by Gary Martin,San Antonio Express-News, 9-12-01
9:40am--"about," U.S. Medicine, 'Pentagon Medics Remember Ramos,'
• 9:43am Pentagram Dennis Ryan, 'Where is safe?' (9-14-01)
• 9:43am The New York Times, The Tragic Timeline (9-12-01) cached
• 9:43am The Washington Times, 'Rowan Scarborough Survivor studies the whys of 9-11-01,'
• 9:43am CNN timeline, Chronology of terror,
• 9:43am Daily Telegraph 'At 8.46am, the world changed in a moment,' 9-16-01
• 9:43am The Sunday Herald [Scotland] "The roots of the worst terrorist attack in history," by Neil Mackay
• 9:45am The New York Times, 'After The Attack: Sky Rules,' 9-15-01, Matthew Wald
• 9:45am Scripps Howard, 'At the Pentagon, Fear & Anger,'
• 9:45am National Electrical Contractors Assoc. 9-14-01, 'VDV Workers Dodge Death During...'
• 9:45am "about" The Baltimore Sun, 'Fire, chaos after attack on Pentagon,' (9-12-01)
• 10:00am--"just before," CNSNews.com, 'Witnesses Describe Pentagon Crash,' (9-11-01)

There we have it, a full 40 minutes of variation as to the exact timing of the attack which occurred September 11, 2001 in Arlington, Virginia.

Read the following; even the army itself was looking for help pinning down a likely ETOA.

"Since the time of plane impact at the Pentagon had often been reported with large scatter, the United States Army contacted us to inquire whether we could obtain an accurate time of the Pentagon attack on September 11, 2001 based upon our seismic network. We analyzed seismic records from five stations in the northeastern United States, ranging from 63 to 350 km from the Pentagon. Despite detailed analysis of the data, we could not find a clear seismic signal. Even the closest station (= 62.8 km) at Soldier’s Delight, Baltimore County, Maryland (SDMD) did not record the impact. We concluded that the plane impact to the Pentagon generated relatively weak seismic signals. However, we positively identified seismic signals associated with United Airlines Flight 93 that crashed near Shanksville, Somerset County, Pennsylvania. The time of the plane crash was 10:06:05 (EDT)."

Seismic Observations during September 11, 2001, Terrorist Attack
Actually, the scientists only studied the seismic records from 09:36:30 (EDT) to 09:39:30 (EDT). Isn't that a wonderful way to beat the system?!
Isn't "scatter" a wonderful word. Would it be an adverb, or adjective? I'll have to ask Riskus.

On a thread somewhere, already started, is a dialog addressing the coded meaning behind the bevy of pictures of clocks found in the evidential record of the September eleventh "attack" on the Pentagon. In typically heavy-handed military fashion, the United States Department of Defense bludgeons us over the head with clocks until we're dizzy, while a simple alluding tap might have been more effective as a tactic, or does that constitute a strategy?
(Would it be rude to point out here that no precautions like this were taken at ground zero in New York to protect the health, safety and welfare of the responders? This is a very high-contrast detail between the two events, with grave moral consequences. Do government workers really consider themselves such a protected class? Well, illnesses are going to begin developing very soon in New York from the Silverstein asbestos abatement program. And Arlington, you really should have laid off on the disposable plastic gloves a bit. It was an emergency, remember, not a drill. Way ahead of the societal hygiene. curve there men.)

But in a way, we could just let the Pentagon keep steering and eventually we'd wind up at the truth. They seem almost childish in the way they unwittingly telegraph the most fraudulent details as being components of the official lie, I mean, storyline, overstating the particulars, so we want to whisper a warning, paraphrasing: "Lady, methinks thou doth place too much emphasis."

There are several categories of images to prove this point. Most notably for me personally, are those damned downed lampposts, endlessly mentioned and referenced. It's as if some scaffolding were damaged in New York City that same morning, and that was what people went on and on about. Yes, it was a good bit of business, just not good enough to launch endless war off its back, nor in contrast to the seven-million stories coming out of New York . Maybe someone congratulated themselves too soon and slouched off.

I assembled a file with a dozen published images showing Palestinians celebrating in the aftermath of 9-11. A common theme has children firing guns in the air. Who do you think organized and benefited from those images? Each is accompanied by a descriptive caption, which is more than can be said about any image from Arlington. These false, made-up scenes were widely distributed across the country on the eleventh and twelfth of September, until blow back led to a hasty recall, like Falwell's and Robertson's tone-deaf blaming of 9-11 on the homo and lesbian insistence on the right to abortion---like it's so important to them.

Was it mere coincidence the Palestinian storyline went out to do its damage? Even after the denials and retractions, the demonization of Muslims was on, which was the point.

I started collecting images relating to the Red Cross blood drive meme, but I became overwhelmed with the huge numbers. Politicians especially, near a camera, liked to roll up their sleeves for a good pricking. While everybody of good conscience did whatever they could to help in the aftermath of 9-11, a dramatic and patently absurd cry for volumes of blood was never sincere. It was a manipulative ploy run by the government, to raise the emotional stakes, to literally have us become part of events, to whipsaw us with a good feeling, but it was false. Especially in Arlington, and to a degree in New York, there were remarkably few wounded or injured casualties relative to the number who died. Likewise, the Pentagon's planting, on the front page of the first edition of the Washington Post, of a request for refrigerated trucks to store dead bodies, which were being overstated in the press by a factor of eight, was sheer nonsense, Karen "Evil" Hughes forte.

One of my earliest Pentagon files I named "Pretty Little Yellow Thingies," for some obscure reason, to store images displaying a wanton overuse of yellow police crime-scene tape. In many instances the effect is comical. But I don't need to remind anyone the Pentagon is no good at art direction. Just recall the hookah someone placed in a crevasse of a bin Laden cave setting, in one of the US-manufactured and "Al-Jazeera" released tapes "taking" credit and responsibility.

I delayed posting about the clocks because I remembered having once seen an image with a molten clock face, and I wanted to locate and include it. But perhaps I just dreamed it up, in which case, maybe I've revealed more than I intended.

On Edit, Feb. 27, 2007-- Just when I started to feel a bit discouraged as a result of some tough-guy BCO bullying and assorted threats, my higher power comes through for me by offering the following:

Photo by Martin Smith-Rodden / The Virginian-Pilot
A melted clock bears witness to the explosions and fire that devoured Army and Navy offices last Sept. 11, when a hijacked airliner crashed into the Pentagon. The attack killed 189 people. Out of Nowhere: Inside the Pentagon 9/11 By EARL SWIFT, The Virginian-Pilot.

Then I did a cursory check of the different time stamps placed on the attack in the media, and this was a good hook to hang a clock myth on. Apparently, it was not a case of airplane strikes building, makes big bang, and we're done. We had secondary explosions, (Daryl Donley now says his famous fireball photograph was three minutes in, as "rear" gas tanks exploded,) with the overcompensation of three false alarms requiring retreats, as the advanced missiles, (or perhaps propane tanks and fuel oil tanks?) meant to protect the heart of American military might, suddenly "blew up," all convenient to some subterranean infrastructure known as "ventilation ducts." What are the tubes in the following image? Exploded ordinances? Not aluminum tubes for centrifuges again?

(Blown up from High-resolution, Department of Defense release, Jason Ingersoll JPEG # DM-SD-02-03910, see also DM-SD-02-03911 JPEG INGERSOLL)

God is good! What a gift to be given the following image! I was flying on a wing and a prayer before now. From the Yale archives and certainly looking very H.E. to me.

(You know, if this image had been filed in the ROTC file in the Yale archives instead of in a forestry file, it would have been expurgated long ago, so, ha, ha, lucky me.)

The round symmetrical hole in the interior drive labeled "Punchout" should have been two punchouts. The heaviest elements in a jetliner are the two jet engines, and they would maintain their momentum as a significant force. Instead we are told the nose made the "punchout" hole. I wonder what sort of force could blow out these second-story windows in the following shot.

010912-N-3235P-029 U. S. Naval photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Michael W. Pendergrass.

The damage seems more consistent with shaped charges than with jet fuel fires to my little old mind.

Do you think I'm going to let you reorganize my neural pathways around an understanding that this is what happened to the wings?