4-7-2024
Hello,
My name is Little Bird. I’ve been with Maniac Nebula since day one. Many years ago, there was a larger conspiracy forum which didn’t take too well to rogue members. Let’s just say we discussed topics which were always above top secret, and the brass there got a little nervous. We’ll call that place Prior Conspiracy Website for now. Certain topics became taboo, then eventually became off limits. Nine Eleven was one of them.
The summer of 2011 was wild. It was the year of Guy Fawkes and the Occupy protests. It was a great time to be alive. There was vibrance in the urban centers across the country. There was a great sense of hope! Old folgie supposed leftist professors didn’t get it, though. At the very least, my sociology teacher from Berkeley didn’t. We’ll call him Gandalf. It was a weird time because I didn’t know what to make of MySpace and Facebook. I’ll admit, I thought MySpace was the keeper. If I had a million dollars to bet on one or the other making it, MySpace would’ve been my easy choice.
I was young, and I was full of energy. The Patriot Act paralyzed the United States of America. In the spring of 2011, my sociology class took a field trip to the state capital in Sacramento. My teacher, Gandalf, arranged for us to watch a legislative session, and to dine with a few assembly members. He had been an anti-Vietnam War activist years ago. He taught about the Kent State killings. He told us about the resistence we would face. The Nixon administration had an irregular amount of Germans including Caspar Weinberger, John Ehrlichman, HR Haldeman, and Henry Kessinger. American entertainment and news media had a disproportionate amount of Jews in operation and participation. The Adam Sandler Chanukah Song nails this perfectly. These factions butted heads. In 2011, Gandalf shied away from “taking it to the streets” as an effective method of political change. “You can learn from my generation’s mistakes!” he said. “Learn to write to your legislators and congressmen! Learn to run for office! That’s where real change is!”
So I friended Gandalf at Facebook and MySpace. All I heard from him was negativity about the Occupy movement, though. “It’s protesting without a purpose!” Our site operator, Demented, brought up Herbert Marcuse when talking about Wacky Taffy’s anti-Trump stance. We had studied Marcuse in Gandalf’s class. I didn’t engage him on my FB page, but I was baffled at what he was saying. This has been repeated at Maniac Nebula, but for a successful counter-revolution and revolt, you need a period of negation. The affirmative will follow if your movement is successful.
Let’s continue.
On June 4, 2011, Adam Kokesh, an RT journalist, was choked and bodyslammed by an authority figure while slow dancing at the Jefferson Memorial. The irony is too thick to comprehend. Jefferson, the ultimate advocate of civil liberties. Jefferson, who warned us of tyranny. There was no turning back for me! I still had the memory of Andrew Meyer being tackled and tased at the University of Florida for asking John Kerry about his involvement in Skull and Bones! What the fuck was happening to our country?
“I got mine! Good luck getting yours!” This is the attitude of the Baby Boomer generation. Shame on you fuckers! Who in the hell dubs themseleves as the “Greatest Generation” then neglects their kids and their grandkids? Their economy was way better! They weren’t required by law to have auto and health insurance! They didn’t have the same struggles my generation has! I was disappointed when Gandalf put down our movement. His protests against Vietnam were righteous in his mind, but my protests against corporate greed were pointless and stupid.
I have a lot to say about the North American Union. I wonder about Gandalf. I wonder about the generations before mine. I’m really big into mind maps for problem solving. These are good for practical reasons, and also for humor.
What movie shall we watch? Feeling frisky? If yes [go here], if no [go here]. This process goes on for a few steps then, before you know it, you’re on your couch with a bowl of popcorn watching When Harry Met Sally.
Webster Tarpley advocated that a solid conspiracy needed moles, dupes, fall guys, patsies, professional killers, fanatics, and useful idiots. I respected Gandalf, but he never publicly said Nine Eleven was an inside job. He pointed us in the right direction to figure it out on our own. He gave us “Rules For Radicals” to read by Saul Alinsky. He asked the class if we watched Conspiracy Theory With Jesse Ventura. I wondered…
— is he afraid of losing his job?
— does he have genuine concern for his safety and well-being?
— is he a dupe?
— could he possibly be a mole?
The United States of America died. Some trace it as far back as 1913 with the creation of the Federal Reserve. Some trace it to the 1940s with the creation of the International Monetary Fund, the United Nations, and the Central Intelligence Agency. Some trace it to November 22, 1963 when JFK was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Some trace it to the ratification of NAFTA in 1992. Some say it happened on September 11, 2001. All of these, at the least, were nails in the coffin.
In fiction, the United States fell apart then broke into six regions: The Monroe Republic in the Northeast; the Georgia Federation, and Texas in the South; Plains Nation, and Wasteland in the middle; and the California Commonwealth out West. This was NBC’s Revolution which had a similar idea as Joel Garreau’s 1981 book, The Nine Nations of North America.
Imagine I’m the custodian at a museum. There are paintings by Van Gogh, Picasso, and Dali hung on the walls. There are artifacts such clay pots, brass plates, and beaded necklaces. There are marble sculptures. Imagine I’m desperate for money, and I’m approached by a wealthy, shady character. This person is a counterfeit expert. One by one, he has me replace the museum’s valuable items with worthless duplicates.
Sound too crazy?
Well, it happened to the USA. One by one, a congressman was replaced by an imposter. A senator was replaced by a puppet. A president was replaced by a clown. A justice was replaced by a yes man. A governor was replaced by a cripple.
“If you believe
They put a man on the moon
If you believe
There’s nothing up this sleeve
Then nothing is cool …”
— REM
What if, one day, someone realizes the museum is full of fakes? Could it still be called a museum? For a long, long time, people have speculated about our physical inventory of gold bars at Fort Knox. It’s difficult for congressional members to get straight answers. What if there was a public audit and it was discovered the gold bars were all replaced by styrofoam wrapped with golden foil? Could we still call Fort Knox a gold reserve facility? No! In 1986, Geraldo Rivera went on live primetime television to open Al Capone’s vault. They hoped to find anything intruguing. Money. Barrels of moonshine. Crates of machine guns. Anything! But all they got was junk, dust, and debris.
An alien from outer space could come to America today and look at the vaneer. On the surface, the United States still seems to be a nation. There are star spangled flags hanging in front of houses. Yes, these flags are now made in China. And yes, the flag lost its meaning. The alien could sense something missing.
I will be blunt. In the same way I couldn’t figure out Gandalf’s motivations, I can’t figure out the reporters at Fox News. Let’s suppose I was a child growing up in a Los Angeles suburb in the 1990s. My neighborhood was predominantly white, my neighbors were pretty affluent, and it felt safe to walk the streets at night. There was an ice cream truck I used to buy popsicles from. I moved to Canada then returned about twenty years later. The houses were now run down, there were Mexican flags in front, and children were speaking Spanish instead of English.
What happened?
It’s a rhetorical question. I know the answer, but obviously others don’t. Every day, Fox News shows streams of people crossing the Rio Grande. In psychology, it’s called learned helplessness. It’s when you see starving African children on TV with flies on their faces and bodies, yet they no longer shoo them away.
The United States of America is over.
We now live in the North American Union.
“But wait a second!” they say. “I didn’t vote for this! I don’t remember legislation being passed which says our country is no more!” To those people, I will quote Jack Nicholson’s character from A Few Good Men:
“You can’t handle the truth!”
— Colonel Nathan Jessup
Let’s think about that hypothetical ice cream truck. When I returned to my hood, it doesn’t stop for children anymore. I’m staying at a motel near my old house. I make daily observations. The ice cream truck only stops for adults at the end of the street. One guy gives the driver a few twenties, then always walks away with large paper bags.
But why? Is he buying dozens of ice cream sandwiches and candy bars? What’s really going on here?
I can’t figure out the Fox News reporters because I genuinely don’t know if they don’t understand that the United States is gone. Maybe this is why Tucker Carlson got fired. Maybe he started hitting too close on the bone. In the book, Cretins, there’s mention of replacement theory. It’s a term in sociology as well as biology. Tucker spoke about replacement theory before Fox News let him go. And recently, now independent, Tucker did an hour-long segment about migration from South America, across the Darien Gap, and through Mexico.
Tucker Carlson peels the onion. I genuinely believe he doesn’t yet know the United States is never coming back. The Bankers have already decided. Tucker is friends with Alex Jones, who knew Nine Eleven was coming even before it happened. Before being cancelled by Google, Alex Jones railed against corporate globalists. The North American Union is a functioning entity stronger than its subset, fragments of the former USA. The Bankers have decided this, and there’s nothing Donald Trump or Fox News can do about it.
“Now I’m walking again
To the beat of a drum
And I’m counting the steps
To the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead
Barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of
Liberation and release
Hey now, hey now
Don’t dream, it’s over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us…”
— Crowded House
So have they won? I know what the evidence shows. I watched a nature documentary long ago. There was a baboon near a water hole. His arm was mangled. His forearm had been snapped by an alligator. I remember the look on his face. “Why?” it said.
Nature. That’s bottom line. Any organism will make the best life for itself. The true monetary Elites have power and will hang on to it. Sweatshops sprung up in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Do you think robber barons wanted to deal with labor unions? No! They want work forces which are capable and compliant. They want to make all the rules! This goes for wages and all work conditions. If you don’t like it, hit the road! And if for some odd reason a labor union sets up shop, we’ll relocate to a place where the populous is more docile.
NAFTA was a reason the United States died. You had Teamsters in border state warehouses trying for higher wages and better benefits while maquiladoras were popping up in Tijuana and other Mexican cities. The Bankers decided traditional white workers were too much to deal with. It’s like watching that baboon. The sad look on his face. It’s a slow death. The Bankers said, “We don’t want you anymore! We have Chinese, Mexicans, and other immigrants we’re bringing in to replace you! They don’t hassle us! All they do is work!”
There’s nothing like being the bearer of bad news. I chose the screen name “Little Bird” because you can always tell your friends a little bird told you. I am not a moderator, I never wanted to be a moderator, and I don’t expect to be one in the future. I hate to get in the middle of petty squabbles. I want to finish my story about how I wound up here, though. Thirteen years ago, I was involved at Prior Conspiracy Site, and Adam Kokesh was arrested for slow dancing at the Jefferson Memorial. On November 18, 2011, peaceful, sitting protesters at UC Davis were pepper-sprayed like they were roaches. Less than a week later, I was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at my house in Oakland. Demented was visiting from Sweden. Silver Dollar and a couple of other members made it to my house. San Francisco was playing Baltimore in the late NFL game. We kicked around the idea of starting our own conspiracy site. The next day was Black Friday. Instead of shopping, we launched Maniac Nebula.
There’s a final note about the North American Union. It’s permanent. Sociology took “replacement theory” from biology, and it took “critical mass” from chemistry. There’s a point in a reaction when it can’t be reversed. For example, you can safely drop chlorine tablets into a swimming pool but never, ever, ever pour water into a five-gallon pale of chlorine tablets. A single drop will do no harm because a critical mass is not reached. A heavy douse will create nitrogen trichloride and cause an explosion.
A critical mass in regards to demographics has happened in California and other places. It is not reversable. I’ll give you one final thing to chew on. In biological evolution, there are two schools of thought:
punctuated equilibrium (noun) — the hypothesis that evolutionary development is marked by isolated episodes of rapid speciation between long periods of little or no change
phyletic gradualism (noun) — a pattern of sustained, directional, and incremental evolutionary change over a long period during the history of a species
Punctuated equilibrium can clearly be seen in the fossil record, especially after each of the five mass extinction events. In sociology, we are seeing it as the North American Union takes form. The Bankers want it. I wonder about Fox News reporters:
— do they know? because they seem naïve if they don’t, and
— if they know, are they trying to console their viewing demographic by continuing to espouse the same xenophobic rhetoric with its champion, DJT?
I am not here to say, “I love the North American Union and I embrace Mexico and Canada together as a newly-formed super nation!” Nor am I here to say, “I hated the United States of America! I’m glad it’s over with!” I am here to deal with reality. I’ve worked in California my whole life. The job I work at near Los Angeles plays Spanish mariachi music over the loud speaker. It’s been the same for every job for many years. There are more workers wearing “Mexico” shirts and hats than “USA” ones. I am often the only person with blue eyes wherever I go. I’ve learned to adapt.
I want you to deal with life. I want to help you. Show me yours, I’ll show you mine. I grew up in a conservative house, then I went to a liberal college. One Chicano Studies professor said, “We did not cross the border! The border crossed us!” This is academic stuff, but when California voted for propositions 187, 209, and 227 in the 1990s, they violated the terms of the treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo signed at the end of the Mexican-American War in 1848. This treaty ensured peace on the condition that Mexicans already living in newly-aquired United States lands could keep their Spanish language and culture.
I have conservatives in my family. My sister is a Trump supporter. I feel bad for Fox News and its viewers. Why? Square peg, round hole. You’re forcing an issue which has expired. It doesn’t matter if you want it or not. Donald Trump can’t stop it. The MAGA following can’t stop it. You can kick and scream, but you can’t change it.
“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies…”
— Thomas Jefferson
There is a debt of more than thirty trillion dollars. This, in no way, is sustainable. The American dollar will be broken in the coming years. BRICS nations are already in the process of creating and providing currency which will supplant the dollar. When the dollar breaks, some believe the International Monetary Fund will step in with SDRs, also known as Strategic Drawing Rights. Others, like me, believe the Amero is on its way to North America. No more pesos, no more dollars. The Amero will be the equivalent of the European Euro. Good luck out there!
“Oh, we’re the lost generation
I hold fate from a string
Looking for a direction
Reaching out for anything
So, dream another dream
This dream is over
Dream another dream
This dream is over
Dream another dream
This dream is over
Over, yeah
So dream another dream…”
— Van Halen
Don’t forget to tell your friends, “Little Bird told me!”
— LB
