The Propaganda War (And How to Fight It)

Consent Factory, Inc.

Every totalitarian system in history has used the power of visual propaganda to generate a new “reality,” one that reifies its official ideology, remaking the world in its own paranoid image. New Normal totalitarianism is no exception. For example, take a look at this panel copied from the landing page of The Guardian — one of the global-capitalist ruling classes’ primary propaganda organs — on July 17, 2021 …


This isn’t just “biased” or “sensationalist” journalism. It is systematic official propaganda, no different than that disseminated by every other totalitarian system throughout history. Here’s the one from the following day …


Forget about the content of the articles for a moment and just take in the cumulative visual effect. Official propaganda isn’t just information, misinformation, and disinformation. It is actually less about getting us to believe things than it is about creating an official reality, and imposing it on society…

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The Divided States


During a state of emergency, the true character of a nation becomes known. Given the confusion and mistrust exacerbated by the coronavirus, might it be reasonable to conclude that we have lost our common identity as Americans? Perhaps decades of political bickering have at last taken their toll, rendering the United States a nation untrue to name.

A vintage American Flag and the text “with liberty and justice for all.”

Divide and conquer, a tactic usually reserved for foreign policy now seems more applicable domestically, not as evidence of a conspiracy but as the modus operandi of a plutocracy operating under the guise of democracy. Isn’t that why millions of Americans are mired in frustration, unable to make a difference as they rail against the other half and struggle to stay afloat?

Sadly, the issues that consume so much of our time are largely irrelevant, especially in retrospect. From one scandal to the next we are kept occupied and consequently impotent. Have we…

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Thinking Out Loud

There was a period of time in my 20’s that I studied the game of chess. I read all kinds of chess books with notations for famous openings and lines of play based on board position and opponents moves. My then roommate Kenny and I would wage marathon chess battles for hours on end, staring across the board at each other while barely uttering a word.

The nature of the game is to look ahead multiple moves and plot strategy not based on what the board looks like at the moment, but what it will look like in the future after the opponent makes the most likely move. Truth be told, I was never really all that good at the game of kings, because for me, there is a need to put my ideas and my thoughts right out in front in order to process them properly.

Gifted chess prodigies often can think 30 moves ahead, or even play blindfolded. To do that, you need to be able to think internally. I’m really bad at that.

My ideal world is one in which I can theorize out loud. Where I can inquire, question, debate and argue. Where I can vocalize points of view to challenge my own beliefs and others commonly held views. An ideal world allowing for satire and coarse raw thought to be part of the conversation. An Ideal world that welcomes and encourages the possibility of being wrong or being perceived as rude or repugnant, but yet still listened to and considered.

That’s becoming harder to do in today’s world. Political correctness is a metastasizing disease.

Try voicing a view these days, even among friends, that goes against the grain and see what happens. It feels like the art of discourse and debate has been lost or at least forgotten. To be outside of mainstream groupthink is to be shunned, to be persecuted, to be shadowbanned. Deviant opinions are now considered “fake news”.

Slowly but surely the many branches of possible truth are being pruned from the tree of knowledge, leaving only the sturdy trunk of populist rhetoric. Media and journalists are a large part of the problem as there is a dangerous trend away from independent treatment of news. With a steady drone of propaganda and pablum forced down society’s collective throat, we have become conditioned into only believing what is deemed truth du jour.

Chess eventually bored me for just this reason. I eventually came to the realization that although chess is amazingly complex and varied, it has a scripted quality to it as well. The best computer will beat even the highest ranked Grandmaster because chess at it’s very roots is formulaic. There is really only the right move and the wrong at any given time.

Two master class players playing against each other would be expected to ruthlessly exploit anything but the defined best move.

Isn’t it possible that life itself is more complex than this, and that what appears “obviously” right could turn out to be wrong and that what you have been told to believe could sometimes be lies and disinformation?

After all, haven’t we always been at war with Eurasia?

There is nothing new under the sun, and similar conditions have existed at previous points in the annals of history. What is paradoxical however, is a perception “out there” that with the advent of the internet age, access to real information has never been easier. There is a fallacy to this logic, because with so many instant sources of information available there has been a subtle restricting of the pipelines that this information flows down and a lessening of the democratization of this material.

Media consolidation and quasi-governmental control over the internet is the shameful family secret that nobody wants to talk about. The internet and Google were CIA/Pentagon love children from conception. In Orwell’s 1984 we had the telescreen, now in 2018 we have the smartphone. What’s the difference?

All one has to do is to ride public transportation or even walk down the street and you can see the extent of the programming already accomplished. So many of us are face down in our phones that it’s a wonder more people don’t walk into poles.


Embrace your daily programming.

What do you think these people are doing? Might they be searching for available primary source documentation to corroborate the latest article that they just read while scrolling Facebook?

No chance.

More likely they are absentmindedly grazing on the bland sanitized ‘news’ and pop culture so abundantly found in the various social media ghettos, as they trudge zombie-like towards their daily 12 hour shift in the salt mines.

All of this serves to conform and solidify popular opinion. Voices against dissent are magnified and counter-point ideas disappear. Who needs to ban or burn books when nobody reads anything but shit these days? Dialogue takes place within an echo-chamber. You never need to see the other side of the argument. You never need to feel uncomfortable.

This reality scares me, troubles me, and nags at my senses. Why can’t we as a society, and as individuals, learn to think for ourselves and decipher truth based on sifting though all available points of view. Why do we need to be protected from ourselves?

Soon enough, there will only be one voice telling us what is right and what is wrong.

This is not thinking. This is not evolution.

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Ice Cube

Price is Truth

I had been bearish on the markets and caught short, as many were, in the rally that began in earnest the Monday after Thanksgiving week in late 2011.

After all, the Eurozone had seemed destined for a melt-down, Greece was visibly cracking and the US markets had been in a funk of their own after the Debt Downgrade waterfall ride that summer. Looking at the chart, I had imagined that the end was nigh for the entire bear market rally off the 2009 lows.

But in a stick save move, both European and U.S markets were soon jolted out of their stupor with another robust bout of can-kicking, and boy did markets love can-kicking back then! So off we went and an absolute ripper to the upside was born.

All of this information is irrelevant except to tell you that I had blown out most of my speculative funds by…

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Weight Of Knowing

Time has passed and I haven’t felt like writing

Possibly now the ghosts will have vanished, but somehow I doubt it

There are things on my mind again, things I want to tell you


It hurts to keep it all in and that is why I am here

Don’t mind me, just puking out my innermost angst

Nothing to see here, keep moving along


Years have passed and drafts sit unposted

Important thoughts lay fallow

But now they push towards the surface on their own volition


Shining light on dark thoughts

cockroaches scurry from the closet

please let this work because if not then what

Rainy Window Pane

Kendra Lynn

She rests her head

on her hand


A lonely sigh slipping out

Thoughts drift to him

Does he know how often?

Has love sealed its lonely coffin?

Tears spilling out

Tears he’ll never know about

She’s quiet

Other girls know how to

Eloquently shout

They know

All the right things to say

She sits silent

Watching the trees sway

Tears slipping down

To the window pane

Melding with the rain

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67 years of what?

Strawberry Fields

For them, it’s 67 years of glory. 67 years of existence. 67 years of belonging.

For us, it’s 67 years of remembrance. 67 years of pain. 67 years of lost identity.

But seriously, what is those 67 years represent? what’s the actual outcome? what actually happened during these years? or before these years? or even, after them?

Will the number just increase and become something to represent our past? our living? or ambition? what will this number do to us? What will we even do to this number? it will become a larger number and then it will be too big for us, and we won’t even think about it? or try to get involved in history?

This number gets larger and larger as time passes by. After all it’s just a number, and it’s just about years. It’s about decades, yet not centuries. Still it’s older than us, and…

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Dr. Feelgood


We called it the doctor

not knowing it would prove

to be the prescription for your demise.

Gentle violence, smoldering anger

tearing into your soul, shattering all hope.

Yet another victim

of wicked choices made in youth.

You more than paid the price David.

Stoic solitude

wisdom gained from the streets.

Imperfect prophet,

not a saint but no devil either.

Who can know your final thoughts

mysteries taken to a watery grave.

Swan dive into oblivion, fade to black.

There were moments

where salvation seemed possible

but in the end

the bony hand of death pulled you

beneath the surface.

Rest in Peace my friend.

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Kindness and love (Please watch the video)


(Please watch then video.Will bring tear to your eyes and hope into your heart.)

             Kindness and love

A good life is giving without the need of reward.

Listen and ask questions  before your judging. All actions are not done for self-profit.

Lead with love and kindness. Love and kindness will create a river of hope and love.

Be the friend. Not the judge. All of us can fall and need someone to pick us up.

Coyote/John Castellenas

© 2014 Coyote Poetry

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s)

soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

children of capitalism
do the dance of
waste and decadence.
dance for your forefathers-
the slaves and the owners,
the weak and wicked.
the shadows of light
are blinding in darkness

children of capitalism
your women are bitches
your men are all dogs
so then what are you?
if your mother’s a bitch,
and your father a dog,
so then what are you?

are you an american?
from the continent or
from the country?
there is no country america.
are you an orphan?
what are you?
we are children of capitalism-
confused, lost
because what will we do
when our money can’t buy
our salvation,
our freedom,
or worse, you run out
of money?

children of capitalism-
sons and daughters
of decadence,
the empire is crumbling,
so dance, dance, dance
and fuck, fuck, fuck.
we’re all screwed, screwed, screwed,
and in the end…

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The Lonely Blossom


Heart filled with stillness

heavy air sinking slowly

to collect as dew


Quiet overtakes

with no need to speak my mind

hushed shadows drifting


Creamy white richness

stretching on towards the heavens

in a yogic pose


Perfect proportion

a direct testament to

nature’s harmony


The lonely blossom

reflects its peace on the pond

content to just be


Love’s bounty ripples

outwards with tranquility

a serene blessing

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One Small Touch

Eric Tonningsen's Awakening to Awareness

“Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, they send forth a tiny ripple of hope.” ~ Robert F. Kennedy

Some, perhaps many of us, have learned: We did not have to do something amazing to initiate growth. A small action can go a long way. It doesn’t take a boulder to create a ripple effect in the water. A finger is enough. As everything is interconnected in life, we only need be brave enough to take the first, maybe very small step. Before we know it, we may realize that we are a ripple effect.

A ripple effect is a situation where, like the ever-expanding ripples across the water when an object is dropped into it, an effect from the initial state can be followed outward incrementally. Applied to our lives, everything we do and think…

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Music of Angels


The morning stillness
a blank canvas
to leave an imprint.

Unexplored wonders
yet to be revealed
through dawns amber hue.

Delicate petals unfurled
turn slowly towards
the warmth of light.

Music of Angels
elegantly composed
on silver lyre strings.

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Living Dead



Where do my emotions go when I bury them?

The absence of feeling in me is the most painful of all.

Yearning for the hot blast of alive.


The Machine does not allow for variance.

Slotted, herded, controlled, cajoled.

Led to willful slaughter like so many sheep.


Mind numbing diversions distract attention.

Controlled monotony of dreary lives.

Corporatocracy is supersized.


Teleport through dimension and time.

Find the place where the quiet mind

can truly hear the wind.


Shed your soul of the extra layers.

Travel lightly on your journey.

Every step filled with intention.

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We Don’t

Kendra Lynn

We don’t talk much
But we say so much
We don’t
Show it well
But we
Feel so much
At all the appropriate times
Chiming in
With well played answers
Like wind chimes
High fiving
The few
All else
Falls askew
We don’t
Take the time
To notice
The little things
All just waiting
For the bigger things
I just wonder
We don’t sing
Who sings?

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You all already know where I think this market is headed. However, the twitter streams are full of folks that are ready to declare yet another rally to new higher plateaus. Most investors don’t seem overly concerned about things. I certainly have not detected any real panic in either the sentiment readings or in the price action of the market.

There are still some pretty serious technical issues afflicting the market that have not been alleviated by the recent pullback. A myriad of indicators such as Put/Call ratios, Bullish Percentage indicators, volume studies, et cetera, are indicating weakness to come. I believe that the path of least resistance is to lower prices, and that the process has begun. Those are my personal opinions however, and that plus $3.50 will get you a Grande Soy Latte at Starbucks.

Anything is possible short term in this era of daily Central Bank injections of “monetary morphine” in the form of POMO. This stock market “crack” is in essence creating yet another asset bubble, this time through mispriced risk premiums in both equities and bonds. The chase for yield in a lower bound interest rate environment is the catalyst, but that is not the topic of today’s post.

You see, bubbles can go on for longer than even the most stubborn contrarian may be able to wait. Timing such reversals is treacherous at best and suicidal at worst. That’s not my point either. My topic du jour is of the incredibly obvious, yet to-date not talked about fact that the Fed’s open market operations since 2009 have created a unique moral hazard. This will act as dry tinder to the next real correction in the markets, whenever that may happen – and it WILL happen.

In the study of Psychology there is a theory of operant conditioning that was formulated by B.F. Skinner. Skinner’s theories were based on principles such as reinforcement, punishment, and extinction. Skinner created experiments using rats that would provide positive and negative stimuli creating learned behavior responses.  His Law of Effect was in essence that responses producing a satisfying effect in a particular situation become more likely to occur again, and responses producing a discomforting effect become less likely to occur again.

I would argue that the Fed has done the same with us folks in the investor class. Just like rats we are conditioned that buying any dip no matter how small will be rewarded with profits. Conversely, selling stock short or betting on stock prices to fall will be punished with severe losses. This keeps the herd moving in the same direction, but it inflates the bubble higher and higher. This learned behavior response is manifested in two phenomena currently observable in today’s financial markets: BTFD and Pavlovian Short Covering (let’s call it PSC for shorthand). Unless you have been underneath a rock in the fetal position since 2009 then you already know what BTFD stands for, but if not I’ll tell you here.

BTFD stands for Buy the Fucking Dip. The first time I saw it referenced was in a YouTube video that appeared at least a few years ago. Since then, BTFD has become somewhat of an accepted truth. After all, anybody that has bought ANY dip of ANY size over the last 4 years has made money with very few exceptions. BTFD has certainly made many of its disciples very rich and that is one of the strongest positive reinforcements a human can receive. Not only does it reinforce the behavior in the initial participants, but it has created a tractor beam of groupthink. As more and more people have benefited from the learned behavior, the strength of belief has spread far and wide and its practitioners have been emboldened.

The flip side of the reinforced behavioral response is Pavlovian Short Covering. This is the act of reflexively covering short positions at the first sign of a return of strength to the bull side. This learned behavior is based on negative stimulus exerted upon bears time after time over the last 4 years. The tactics used to elicit this PSC is mainly through extreme, and some would say purposeful, manufactured violent short squeezes. Often these bear traps are sprung in the dead of night. Index futures rise in overnight trading creating a rush to cover short positions into the opening bell. Other times at key moments when the market is threatening to roll-over, there is an almost “magical” news item that comes out creating the squeeze. Sometimes, there’s no news at all, but a certain mysterious “hand of the Patron Saint of Bulltards” comes in and ramps the futures from certain failure. This hand of God typically lifts price up and past key areas where bears generally cover their short bets to avoid further and certain excruciating pain.

Any and all of these scenarios trigger PSC, and once it begins, a feedback loop comprised of weak handed short sellers and conditioned dip buyers combine into a glorious symphony of Federal Reserve operant conditioned rats.

Now this is all fine and good until somebody pokes an eye out. This conditioning is based on experience and results that have been extremely effective in the bull-run off the 2009 S&P lows. At SOME POINT however, (I would say that point has already arrived, but some will disagree) the trend changes, and the great Bernanke Bubble pops.

When this happens, the extreme conditioning response cultivated over the past 4+ years will serve to exacerbate the eventual declines. Initially bulls will not sell their positions when the market weakens and may instead continue to aggressively buy the dip. After all this has worked like a charm in the past – why change now? Bears on the other hand, gun shy and wary of all of the relentless traps, will not be eager to short, thus creating no fuel for squeezes.

Combine all this with the fact that there are currently many crowded trades due to the narrowing participation of stocks to the recent rally (see Market Halitosis for more on this). If things turn south the low volume on the exchanges will make declines more severe. Also, there is the very real possibility that if things get really ugly then the High Frequency bid will evaporate, further lowering liquidity. Thus the unique set of stimuli creating these learned responses will eventually be the fuel that enables real conflagration to erupt. This will be the point that everyone realizes that the new phrase to learn is STFR or Sell the Fucking Rip.

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These Are The Times


Shimmering radiance
of full moons glow.

Never more alive than
those moments when

I peel back the layers
of rote habit.

Prodding my inner core,
allowed to feel

my real emotions.
Not protected but

at least I am not dulled.
These are the times

that I feel connected,

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The Island


View of Alcatraz taken from the Bay Bridge


Heavy inversion layers

tamped down emotions

solitude of thought.


Days like these weigh on my soul

testing my psyche

in ways you can’t know.


Where does the self doubt come from?

Was it there since birth,

or learned behavior?


On an island in my mind,

watching the waves lap

and envelop me.


The sun tries hard to break free

 Focused beams puncture

through the mist and shine.


If only I can absorb

the sun’s loving rays

deeply in my heart


I can learn to love again.

The lessons of life

that guide me to peace.


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A Silence So Loud it Hurts


Grey mist replaces what once was bright.

A Silence So Loud It Hurts

A silence so loud it hurts.
Bottomless depths,
absence of light.

Drawing all feeling towards you.
Black hole gravity pull
will never relent.

What will be left when I am gone?
Echoes of us
shadows of love.

Colors drain from the picture.
Grey mists replace
what once was bright.

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In The Arms Of Mother


Held closely
in the arms of mother nature.
Her watchful gaze,
like a warm embrace that surrounds me.

Nothing bad
can happen here, you at my side.
Constant presence
guides me, providing gentle comfort.

Blowing breeze
swirling up through the canyon walls.
Calling to me
with the beautiful song of your love.

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Impressions of Her

Impressions of Her

Impressions of her

indelibly painted,

sweeping expanding images.


Savoring the time

never knowing.

Grace comes and goes.


Could a dream

be what I saw?

How can I know for certain?


With every shared whisper,

every exchanged glance,

her essence gains gravity.


Until she appears

before me.

As if by my side

for eternity.



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Weekend Charts: Reality Check

This is a well articulated case for some type of market correction soon. I encourage you to read this post if you are interested in technical analysis.


reality-checkDespite playing a bear on twitter for a while now I’m primarily a trader who seeks out good risk/reward entries and exits. I can’t influence the macro and so there is really no point in raving against it. Yet my bearish view on the macro remains informed by a relatively solid understanding of the workings of finance, capital investment, economics, debt, and currencies on the one hand and a long studied view of how society at large is evolving. And the picture continues to deteriorate despite the many claims to the contrary. This bull market remains one of central banks who will never leave, buybacks at all time high prices to augment failing organic growth and algos chasing stops. It is a system based on liquidity excess and while i’m looking forward to trade from the long side the risk/reward is not favorable until some of this excess has been…

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What is Love


Love is having someone to run their fingers through your hair while you sleep.

Love is completely messing up and still receiving forgiveness.

Love is long walks together in silence.

Love is a big hug that never wants to end.

Love is willingly putting the other before yourself.

Love is multiple trips to the hardware store to get that project done.

Love is missing the other in their absence.

Love is not wanting to be anywhere else but right next to your lover.

Love is passionate disagreement, and make up sex afterwards.

Love is sacrifice.

Love is compromise.

Love is acceptance.

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Do you REALLY have a disorder???

Well written post about a topic that hits close to home for me personally. My own struggles with adhd have impacted my life but right now I have chosen not to treat my condition with medication.

Exercise and therapy are my current methods of trying to manage. While not always successful, I prefer not to succumb to over-medication.

Culture Monk


By Kenneth Justice

What does it mean to have a disorder?

According to a psychotherapist I had coffee with recently, “children who are hyperactive should be tested for having ADD or ADHD”.

And how do you identify that the child is hyperactive?” I asked

Well, children who have a difficult time sitting at their desk in school, or staying focused on the task at hand would be examples of hyperactivity” she said

To which I ask….REALLY???

For years I have been challenging the way we live in Western Society; I think many elements of our culture suck;

—-) Too much time is spent in front of the television

—-) Too much time is spent in automobiles

—-) Too many doctors are prescribing pharmaceutical drugs like candy


—-) Not enough time is spent focusing on healthy eating habits

—-) Not enough time is…

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Hidden Treasures

hidden treasures

hidden treasures


Hidden Treasures

What you keep

hidden away from view

is the summation

of all that is beautiful

in you.


Your special smile

and what you do,

a beauty that lies below

that precious few knew.


Poise and warmth

a glance askew

make me feel cheerful

as seldom do.


On this day

you must not be blue.

Warm greetings and hugs,

happy birthday to you!


I promised my co-worker who is one of those “talk about my birthday for months before it comes” types that I would give her a special gift on her birthday. Well, this is the best I could do, hope you like it!

Happy Birthday Mercedes.

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For my obligatory mothers day post here is the video of the epic Pink Floyd song Mother.
Sometimes our relationships with our parents can be complicated. This song encapsulates this dynamic plus it’s just a great song.

Enjoy the day! Peace.

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A San Francisco View to Remember


Shot of Golden Gate Bridge as seen from across Fulton Street

This picture of the Golden Gate Bridge was captured while I was out on a long walk last week.

What makes this picture interesting is that it was taken from across a major thorofare and this little sliver of a view would normally not even be noticed or appreciated if you were in your car driving.

There were many other great pictures from this walk that I may put together for another post but enjoy this slice of San Francisco for now.

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