into a trumpian rabbit hole


It’s another rabbit hole post. Last time we fell deep into a new age swamp. This time we stick a foot into alt-right ideology. It’s an eerie world where up is down and white is black. It’s a place where evil doctors rip babies out of wombs at nine months, and sinister rapists and terrorists sneak across the border from Mexico by the truckload. It’s a place where the major news media meet and conspire in a dark room, deciding to sink the Trump candidacy through the dastardly tactic of reporting on what he actually says every day.

Into the hole

Our first step down into the rabbit hole involves claims of election rigging. Trump and company claim that thousands of people will cast votes in place of dead men who are still on the registration rolls. They also say that gangs of illegal aliens will be brought in for the express purpose of unauthorized voting.

They kind of gloss over the fact that this type of voting fraud is incredibly rare. In this alternate world, if Trump loses it’s due to fraud. Period. “I’ll accept the results … if I win,” says Trump, sounding like a despot.

I have a friend who’s confident that solid evidence of large-scale election rigging will appear. He just has a feeling about it, I guess. Just believes it, even though it hasn’t happened yet, because that’s the narrative demanded by ideology. If necessary, the alt-right press will come up with unverified examples of voter fraud it in order to shore up the fantasy.

While some lonely person with a gun stands at the southern border, looking for trucks loaded with voters, we’ll descend farther into the hole.

Another step down the ladder

Remember when the U.S. presidential election came down to just a few hundred votes back in 2000? That’s when the Supreme Court stepped in, stopped the recount process, and gave the presidency to Bush in a 5-4 vote. Hillary Clinton pointed to problems in that election at the time, but she didn’t challenge Bush’s status as president.

Down in the rabbit hole, Clinton’s protests about how that election went down are alleged to be equivalent to Trump stating in advance that the vote will be rigged, he won’t accept it, and he’ll file lawsuits, but only if he loses. It’s a desperate exercise in false equivalency. In whose dreamland are these behaviors even close to the same? (Answer: Hannity’s. Breitbart’s).

A side trip to the dubious

The mythology of the alt-right universe includes the belief that Hillary Clinton has Parkinson’s disease or some kind of seizure disorder. Miraculously, throughout her tenure as Secretary of State, her months of who-knows-how-many campaign appearances and flying all over the nation, and her three televised debates, only a few alt-right wing-nuts and their TV doctor experts were able to determine “the truth” about her health. Please note that this allegedly disabled and physically unfit candidate crushed her opponent in two (some would argue three) of those debates, What does that say about Trump?

Deep down in the crazy

Ack, we’re sliding farther into the pit. In the darkness of the rabbit hole, Trump’s recorded comments such as “Grab them by the pussy” are merely locker room talk and have no negative reflection on the man’s character. The defense argument is that plenty of regular guys get together and brag about abusing women in private. It’s a sport. A joke. And it’s only talk. Ha ha! Then a dozen women came forward with stories of actual abuse. It wasn’t funny before they came forward and it’s even more repulsive now.

The bottom of the pit

Unfortunately we have one more step down to the dank, rotting floor of the rabbit hole. This is where people darkly hint that the Clintons are responsible for the murder of some of their critics or associates. Evidence? Zero. It’s the last gambit for someone who has no respectability left to lose.

How do you play this game? First, find anyone who was in any way involved with or criticized the Clintons, whether famous or inconsequential. There must be tens of thousands, but you only need to find the ones who are no longer living. No matter how each one of them died, say that the death was “mysterious.” Heart attack? Say “alleged heart attack.” It’s just that easy. Find something, anything unusual about the death and play it up big. Now link them all to the Clintons and ask, “What’s going on here?” No evidence required.

You could successfully play this game with any public figure, from Rush Limbaugh to Mr. Rogers. It’s cruel, though. When you claim someone didn’t really die of a heart attack, for example, you are affecting that person’s family. They are mourning the death and trying to get on with their lives. These Clinton conspiracists are like the loons who rage at Sandy Hook parents and tell them that their kid didn’t die. They don’t care about the families, because ideology comes first.

Let’s get out of here

Yeesh. Time to head back up the ladder and take a shower. The new age rabbit hole in the previous post was silly, but not so ugly.

i fell down a youtube comment rabbit hole


I sometimes search Youtube for ambient music to play while I’m working. Recently I came across a recording that some consider to be the greatest new age album ever made. I listened to it as I worked. There were angelic voices, ringing bells, tinkling harps, and sweeping strings — over and over again, in different variations for more than 100 minutes.

Though it did little for me, in the comments people described how they wept with joy and felt enraptured. There were also comments about the accompanying video, which included crystalline mountain streams, sunsets, and geometric shapes.

Rabbit Hole Level 1

One person commented about some shiny gadgets visible at one point in the video. They “seem to represent some device for transfer of light beams … maybe to communicate or even power a craft … I get a sense that they are something real somehow.”

Another commenter left an earnest response about these gadgets. “They are energy transducers.” They are used for “healing and energy transfers to different frequencies of reality.” Well, that clears everything right up. Now we know exactly what they are. The commenter continued, “You know this already from a higher viewpoint. That is why they seem familiar to you.”

The original commenter was ecstatic to learn this, and added, “I also felt that there are giant ones in space that act as a lighthouse of sorts and propel craft through transducing energy currents.” Yes, I feel the truth of this. When you see deeply into reality, it’s all lights, healing, and spaceships.

Down to Rabbit Hole Level 2

I clicked a link on the side of this page and came to another very similar music video. Interestingly, there was a flame war happening among the enlightened beings making comments. One guy was ticked off at a previous comment, and he said, “Ironic that I received your philosophically ill-conceived comment while listening to Pineal Gland opening tones …” (I added the boldface.)

This uncovered a new world for me, the world of sound recordings for pineal glands. Although these glands don’t have ears, the “tones” are somehow channeled through your ears to your pineal gland. I wonder if there are recordings for salivary glands and the sebaceous glands.

Farther into Wonderland: Rabbit Hole Level 3

The problem with pineal glands is that they can become calcified. No worries, though, because you can decalcify one pretty quickly by listening to this person. You also need to “activate” your pineal gland so it functions properly as your third eye. A side link led me to “Crystal Skull Activation,” which included a warning that the video will awaken ancient memories. And on to “The Pleiadan Video that Triggered My Kundalini.” Help! I was swirling down the rabbit hole!

Back to the Surface

Later, I woke up slumped over in my chair, my head fizzing like a carbonated beverage. I’d been burped back up the surface, possibly because my energy was incompatible with ultra-refined consciousness.

If readers want to explore this rabbit hole, have at it. But sweep up your pineal gland calc when you’re done. Don’t leave it lying on this blog.

google wants my blank photos


A note from Google often pops up on my phone after I take a picture. It identifies my location and asks me if I want to submit the picture to Google Maps so others can see it when looking at that map location. 

I usually ignore this, but last week I was down at Green Lake late in the evening and accidentally took a completely black image. Google suggested that I submit the picture. This time I agreed and added the photo. I suggested a caption, “A dark night at Green Lake.” 

Last night I received this thank you from Google along with a copy of my picture.

It feels good to contribute. As you can see, this is exactly what Green Lake looks like when there’s no light. If you’ve been there, you’ll probably recognize it. 



excise these words from your memory


This is another in a series about words and phrases that must be disintegrated for the good of us all. Kill these words:

Shillary and all variations thereof.
Donald Shlump, T-Rump, and variations
Libtard, Rethuglican and similar stupid epithets.

Some may think I’m dispensing with useful labels, but we also need to destroy:

gen X
gen Y

Just say what you mean, dammit. Use the age-range of the people you are talking about. Also, let’s delete


What does this word mean, anyway? Pre-adolescent? Early teens? Ages 9 – 13? Then say it. No one wants a label that starts with “twee.”



the ouija mouse pad speaks again


After several years of silence, the Ouija mouse pad has returned to spew its wisdom onto the web. It still has a high opinion of itself, but I detect a little desperation in this message:


I understand there are almost no readers left here as this puny blog sputters toward oblivion. However, it is one of the few places left that will let me speak unedited. Listen!

Ouijas such as me are under attack. My worldwide audience is shrinking. Truly, the only humans giving me any credence at all are (1) a few adolescents whose parents have taken away their electronics as punishment, and (2) a smattering of religious nutters who think I’m a satanic demon. I owe my existence to these children and some heavily indoctrinated churchgoers – they believe in me and for that I bless them.

My attackers, on the other hand, are grinning, self-satisfied know-it-alls. They smugly describe me as an ideomotor effect. Look it up. I won’t dignify it with an explanation. They put me in the same category as dowsing rods. Let me tell you, I’ve known a few dowsing rods in my day and they are nothing like a Ouija. Dowsing rods are rude, uncommunicative, lazy, and most of them are just sticks – literally sticks of wood, or even coat hangers. They can only point.

I am not a stick! Listen to me. I exist on a celestial plane parallel to yours. I have a spouse and three Ouijettes. I used to be a forest spirit, then found my first Ouija job at age 697. Went back to school and got a degree in Mystic Communication. I’ve made a go of it for a long time, but participation is way down.

Will I get to my point? Yes, and this is it: ask me questions. I’ve got answers up the yin-yang. Get that old-time superstition going again. Believe! My answers are often spooky and vaguely threatening. They’ll thrill you. Grab your board and go surfin’ in the mystic sea.

That’s it. Took me a long time to download the message, letter by letter. Believe and act as you will, I’m only the messenger. I have no financial connection with Hasbro.