Mistakes Were Not Made

That Would Be Too Much of a Coincidence

Something crossed my computer screen this morning, and I decided I have to put it out there. It’s not brand new, but I wasn’t aware of it before. During this American Independence Day weekend, I’ve been putting out a themed series of posts—serendipitously and randomly—about the state of America and the world. I made them all freely available.

On that note of free availability, I just today took down the paywalls on 12 posts from March. Take a look, see if there’s anything you might like to check out from 3-4 months ago. If you like it enough, then you could take a small step for me and support what I’m up to and get such posts immediately when published. I have no defined mission. I write from the heart and mind, and I put my money where my mouth is. This is now my day job since Covid killed the business that was supposed to sustain me.

Most of my money goes to help the people in my life I love. Many are aware that I built a house in 2020 in Sisaket Province. I recently visited the girls.

Why it didn’t work out with their mother is a book. I’ll give you a hint as to her character. She established trust accounts for the girls some years back for their late father (taken by liver cancer a couple of years ago) to deposit money from time to time and he did. Knowing she can’t get to the funds, I asked her for the account numbers last week, so I can do the same, here and there.

She refused. Guess. (The word starts with a ‘C’ and yes, it’s a global pandemic.). The bright spot is that I’m embedded into the souls of those angel-girls. They know it. I know it. The ‘C’ can do nothing about it.

… Undaunted, I’m now helping my official/unofficial GF, Far, with her house.

This one is a different build. Far was already way along by the time I showed up. She’s had the property for 15 years and has been building little by little for maybe 7 years. But just a few hundred bucks from me here and there, and in way up that part of the country, I’m shaking my head at how much work gets done. You can see the status just a month ago in this post with video.

I compiled a bunch of the videos she’s been sending me over the last few days to give you an idea of how it goes. I grew up in construction, on job sites full-time from 9-years-old during holidays and vacations, even running the works sometimes from the age of 16. I know stick-frame construction. It’s just ok. I love and adore Thai house construction, and I now know it just as well. These structures will be just as strong long after decay, dry rot, and termites have lain waste to yours. It’s pathetic and sad how Americans build houses now. Cheap crap by any measure of comparison.

(In economic and business terms, what they did was a tradeoff of quality of materials and longevity in housing costs in exchange for labor costs. Typically American.)

The other thing is that they’re more free. Well, they’re free by a million miles.

  1. No huge mortgage making them wage-slaves for 30 years. Actually, zero mortgage. When it’s done, it’s done. Free and clear.
  2. No property taxes. They actually own it—as much as can be said under any State—and you Americans don’t. No American owns any land. You lease it. You don’t pay property taxes, they take it. That is not the case here. They own, Americans do not.
  3. Anyone is free to turn a room or garage or addition…whatever…into a storefront. Anywhere. They don’t have “zoning,” which is a euphemism for “make them drive to an official store with other layers of taxes and regulations.”

(I’m told I owe the workers, who finish up the current stage tomorrow, a case of ice cold beer. That’s 12 BIG size (24oz). 740 baht. 20 bucks.)

So, PHUHLEEZE with your “Land of the Free” nonsense. I’ve lived now for 12 years outside of America (Japan, France, Mexico, and Thailand). America is the least free. By far. And by that, I mostly mean the stuff that really counts. The little things. Day to day. America has a culture of prohibition.

I always said, “America is proof that you should never let a bunch of Puritans get into boats.”

… Just take a look at how many Highway Patrols were out Highway Robbing everyone this weekend under the euphemistic auspices of Highway Safety. In nearly 5 years and thousands of miles driven in this country from coast to coast and border to border, I’ve never seen a single highway patrol out, much less a car pulled over wrecking their day, FOR YOUR SAFETY!!!

Fools!…and what you put up with and glad-hand yourselves on the backs over, for your “freedom.”

Now I’m going to treat you to a lesson. It’s a lesson in recognizing one single word and its meaning, when you can detect it. Can you detect it?

None of It is a Mistake

Mistakes Were NOT Made
An Anthem for Justice
by Margaret Anna Alice


The Armenian Genocide was not a mistake.
Holodomor was not a mistake.
The Final Solution was not a mistake.
The Great Leap Forward was not a mistake.
The Killing Fields were not a mistake.

Name your genocide—it was not a mistake.
That includes the Great Democide of the 2020s.
To imply otherwise is to give Them the out they are seeking.

It was not botched.
It was not bungled.
It was not a blunder.

It was not incompetence.
It was not lack of knowledge.
It was not spontaneous mass hysteria.

The planning occurred in plain sight.
The planning is still occurring in plain sight.

The philanthropaths bought The $cience™.
The modelers projected the lies.
The testers concocted the crisis.
The NGOs leased the academics.
The $cientists fabricated the findings.
The mouthpieces spewed the talking points.

The organizations declared the emergency.
The governments erected the walls.
The departments rewrote the rules.
The governors quashed the rights.
The politicians passed the laws.
The bankers installed the control grid.

The stooges laundered the money.
The DoD placed the orders.
The corporations fulfilled the contracts.
The regulators approved the solution.
The laws shielded the contractors.
The agencies ignored the signals.

The behemoths consolidated the media.
The psychologists crafted the messaging.
The propagandists chanted the slogans.
The fact-chokers smeared the dissidents.
The censors silenced the questioners.
The jackboots stomped the dissenters.

The tyrants summoned.
The puppeteers jerked.
The puppets danced.
The colluders implemented.
The doctors ordered.
The hospitals administered.

The menticiders scripted.
The bamboozled bleated.
The totalitarianized bullied.
The Covidians tattled.
The parents surrendered.
The good citizens believed … and forgot.

This was calculated.
This was formulated.
This was focus-grouped.
This was articulated.
This was manufactured.
This was falsified.
This was coerced.
This was inflicted.
This was denied.

We were terrorized.
We were isolated.
We were gaslit.

We were dehumanized.
We were wounded.
We were killed.

Don’t let Them get away with it.
Don’t let Them get away with it.
Don’t let Them get away with it.

Did you guess the operative word?

… So there’s a weird-ass post in the can and bag, for you.

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1 Comments

  1. Owen Leahy on July 9, 2024 at 08:42

    Extraordinary!!

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