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This is the one where war was openly declared on me, or perhaps it was I who declared it on them. I’d been pulling my punches but not this time. Duncan Rhodes of Nexus Magazine would never speak to me again, both the Nexus feed and Veterans Today were down for weeks after publishing it, some died, and others faked their deaths. They told me Gracie, an old and dear friend, from Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan was dead. I played Jackson Browne’s Boulevard in the VT comment section and from then on nobody was “safe or something.” David Lynch would do Twin Peaks the Return and never even mention my name although She had a prominent part. To their credit Kojima and Marvell Comics did make veiled allusions to me. Kojima, the iconic Japanese game designer, in his loading program and Marvell by beginning and ending Legion their Showtime series with the Who’s Happy Jack. But none of that matters to me anymore and it shouldn’t matter to you. What should matter to you is the contents of this piece... - Jack      

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” – Peter Pan

The reality of the herd is nothing more than an etiological myth, a story concocted in accordance with prevailing beliefs to explain how an already existing thing came into being.

The children of Abraham tell a story of how their god created rainbows as a promise that he would never do it again after he had drowned the entire world. Then they laugh at Peter Pan…

Mythology as a word itself should be stricken from the English language. There is no such thing as a myth, only alternate realities — every one of them just as feasible and just as real as the other. The one the observer experiences is dependent only on what the observer believes is real.

If Peter Pan jumps from the roof of the Empire State Building in front of you he will no doubt end in a bloody pancake on the pavement below — but in another world, he is soaring like a drunken pigeon over Fifth Avenue. The bloody pancake is part of your world not his.

The herd, the mob, the unwashed masses are farm animals and are seldom if ever told the truth by their keepers.

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They believe, they graze and they bleat, they live and die by what they are told. They are the proverbial six hundred lost souls in the South Tower of the World Trade Center, who were only too willing to ignore the burning North Tower right in front of them in favor of promises made by an incorporeal authority, who tells them on some faceless public address system that everything will be just fine, if they just go back to work. For them, beasts of burden that they are, death cannot come soon enough, just like it did…

They are Slaves, they are Helots, they are technology’s Shudras, conditioned to swoon at the mere mention of Albert Einstein’s name. Albert Einstein! ‘Albert Einstein the godlike Jew that changed the course of human history in the early twentieth century…’

It would all be laughable if it if did not contain the germ of truth.

There was a godlike Jewish scientist in the first half of the twentieth century from which precedes everything twenty-first century man now sees before him. But his name was not Albert Einstein and he was in fact, besides being a Jew who delighted in telling Yiddish jokes to other Jews, a fanatically committed “Nazi…”

John von Neumann published over a hundred and fifty papers in his lifetime, and each one of them would alter the course of human history; but in the end, he only published what was necessary to move mainstream science into the twenty-first century. Most of wh