Letter From A Norwegian Politician

My hobby is Secrets. I am fascinated by secrets — the bigger the secret, the better I like it. Over the years, I have spent many hours and lots of money digging through mildewed stacks of forgotten government documents in libraries, reading reams of self-published zines and newsletters and pamphlets by crazy, semi-literate po' buckra, and going from link to link on the Tubes trying to glean tidbits of verifiable (or at the very least entertaining) information from various websites, all in an effort to discover the hidden truths that I crave. To this end I spent several years doing an exhaustive study of UFOs (1989-1991) — not an easy task in those pre-Internet days, I can assure you! — plus uncountable lost hours in the early days of the Internets researching things such as the JFK killing, the occult roots of the French Revolution, the machinations of the cosmopolitan financial elite ( = THE JEWS ) and the New World Order as orchestrated by what Dr. Carroll Quigley called the "international Anglophile network".

But my holy grail has always been to know the Biggest Secret In The World — the one piece of knowledge to which only the elite of the elite of the super-elite are privy. I don't want to know this Ultimate Secret out of any desire for personal gain — I just want to know it for its own sake. There is a beauty in being in on any secret; the sheer esthetic pleasure of knowing one is in possession of the Ultimate Secret would be for me almost literally mind-blowing.

Nor do I particularly care what the Ultimate Secret entails — it could be the existence of Aliens, the hidden history of Atlantis, the approach of Bellus and Zyra, the identity of the Antichrist (my money's still on Billy Ray Cyrus) or the formula for Coca-Cola for all I care. The thrill is in the knowing itself.

Now, I'll readily admit that I still haven't discovered the Ultimate Secret, at least not to my knowledge. I suspect that if I ever were to learn the Biggest Secret In The World, I'd either go mad from the knowing, H.P. Lovecraft style, or I'd be assassinated by Skull & Bones / the Elders of Zion / the Bohemian Club etc. before I could write a blog post revealing to everyone the Horrible Truth. ("M*A*S*H* wasn't really all that great of a show! It was" BLAM BLAM SLUMP NO CARRIER fghgfgfghfjkhlhl).

Still, it occurs to me that perhaps the reason the Ultimate Secret has been kept secret for so long is that it is so huge, so incredible, so beyond the limits of everyday life of the average person. Let's say for example that the Ultimate Secret is that the Earth is going to be sterilized by nightmarish aliens on January 18, 2012. If you were one of the Insiders privy to this information, and you wanted to break the conspiracy and make the Horrible Truth known to the world at large, how exactly would you go about doing that? Publish the truth in a book, a newspaper, or on the Internets? No one would believe you. Offer up evidence — photos of the alien death fleet, videos of marauding Grays, copies of secret conspiracy documents detailing the UN's plans for last-ditch defense? People would assume you faked it all. I suppose one might dress in sackcloth and sit in ashes, scraping one's sores with a potsherd and bemoaning the fate of the world like Job crying over his misfortunes, but instead of listening to you the Authorities In Your Area would more likely lock you up as a nutcase, or (even worse) ignore you.

Let's face it — the Horrible Truth is by definition so Horrible that no one would ever believe it to be Truth.

No, if I were one of the hyper-Elite, I'd avoid any such attempt to prove my claim to be in possession of the Ultimate Secret. Instead, I'd simply live my life, pay my taxes, and, if questioned about the Horrible Truth, explain everything in an ordinary letter to anyone who asked.

A letter like this one:

A Letter From A Norwegian Politician

I am a Norwegian politician. I would like to say that difficult things will happen from the year 2008 till the year 2012.

The Norwegian government is building more and more underground bases and bunkers. When asked, they simply say that it is for the protection of the people of Norway. When I enquire when they are due to be finished, they reply “before 2011”.

Israel is also doing the same and many other countries too.

My proof that what I am saying is true is in the photographs I have sent of myself and all the Prime Ministers and ministers I tend to meet and am acquainted with. They know all of this, but they don’t want to alarm the people or create mass panic.

Planet X is coming, and Norway has begun with storage of food and seeds in the Svalbard area and in the arctic north with the help of the US and EU and all around in Norway. They will only save those that are in the elite of power and those that can build up again: doctors, scientists, and so on.

As for me, I already know that I am going to leave before 2012 to go the area of Mosjøen where we have a deep underground military facility. There we are divided into sectors, red, blue and green. The signs of the Norwegian military are already given to them and the camps have already been built a long time ago.

The people that are going to be left on the surface and die with along the others will get no help whatsoever. The plan is that 2,000,000 Norwegians are going to be safe, and the rest will die. That means 2,600,000 will perish into the night not knowing what to do.

All the sectors and arks are connected with tunnels and have railcars that can take you from one ark to the other. This is so that they can be in contact with each other. Only the large doors separate them so that the sectors are not compromised in any matter.

I am very sad. Often I cry with others that know that so many will learn too late, and then it will all be over for them. The government has been lying to the people from 1983 till now. All the major politicians know this in Norway, but few will say it to the people and the public - because they are afraid in case they too will miss the NOAH 12 railcars that will take them to the ark sites where they will be safe.

If they tell anyone, they are dead for sure. But I don’t care any more about myself. Mankind must survive and the species must survive. People must know this.

All the governments in the world are aware of this and they just say it is going to happen. For those of the people that can save themselves I can only say reach for higher ground and find caves up in the high places where you can have a food storage for at least five years with canned food and water to last for a while. Radiation pills and biosuits are also advisable if your budget allows it.

For the last time I say may God help us all... but God will not help us I know. Only each person individually can make a difference. Wake up, please...!

I could have written to you using another name but I am not afraid of anything any more. When you know certain things, you become invincible and no harm can come to you when you know that the end is soon.

I assure you 100% that things will happen. There are four years to prepare for the endgame. Get weapons, and make survival groups, and a place where you can be safe with food for a time.

Ask me anything and I will answer as much as I know about the Norwegian connection to all this. And just look around: they are building underground bases and bunkers everywhere. Open your eyes, people. Ask the governments what they are building, and they will say “Oh, it’s just storage for food”, and so on. They blind you with all the lies.

The marks of the alien presence are also there, and I often see the Norwegian elite politicians are not what they say they are. It’s like they are controlled in every thought, and what they have to say is just as they are told to do things in such manners. It is clear for me who they are, and who they are not. You can see it in their eyes and in their minds.

Remember that those who are going to be in and around the city areas in 2012 are those that are going to be hit first and die first. Later the army will purge the rest of the survivors and they have a shoot to kill order if there is any resistance to bring them into the camps where every one will get marked with a number and a tag.

I also see that Benazir Bhutto is spoken of on your site. Her death was tragic. I have met Benazir, as you can see. You will also see from the photographs that I have met with a number of other notable politicians and world leaders.

The public will not know what happens till the very end, because the government does not want to create mass panic. Everything will happen quietly and the government will just disappear.

But I say this: don't go quietly into the night. Take precautions to be safe with your family. Come together with others. Work together to find ways to solve all the many problems you will face. Source

Is this, at long last, It? Is this the Horrible Truth? Have I finally learned the Ultimate Secret? Or is this just another entertaining nugget of nuttery in the oh-so-sweet candy bar of my strange little hobby?

I don't know — but it sure is fun wondering.

First Steps

Baby McBaby took his first steps this week — the first of many. This is, of course, a happy occasion. Yet you know me — I never let a happy occasion pass without pausing to add a bit of neuochemical Angst. Yes, I'm thrilled to see our little Soybean making his initial "one small step for mankind". I'd be worried if he didn't! Yet even as I watch those little feet move, my heart swells with joy — but also with a sharp, stinging melancholy, for I know that they are moving along a path that will eventually carry him out of my arms and away from me.

But what can I do? Carry him until he's too heavy for me to lift? Nail those little feet to the floor and pretend he'll be a baby forever, just so that Papa doesn't have to say "goodbye" some day? Of course not! No, I want him to walk. I want him to step out boldly along that long path that leads from the little house with the green-painted nursery to a world I will never see. Even though it kills me to imagine the day he walks away into his own life, I want that pain, because that is what love costs.

As I grow older, I realize more and more that love is not just the greatest thing there is — it is in a very real sense the only thing there is. In time, everything we know and do and say in this world will fade and disappear; in the final analysis, love is all that is left to us. Days pass, parties end, babies grow up into adults and walk away into the future; life seeps away day by day like sea-foam through our fingers. No matter how tightly we clutch, we cannot hold on to the tide of time — or to the ones who share our time with us. All we can hold on to is the love we have for them.

And I love my little boy. When I watch him play or eat or sleep I sometimes feel a brutal, paralyzing love, a love that can't be reasoned away or dignified with a name. I squeeze him and kiss him because I want to keep him safe, warm, and — most importantly! — all to myself. But that isn't possible. That would be selfish, unjust, and immoral. He is not my property. He is not mine to keep. He was placed in care of his mother and me by a God who is really far too generous, and he belongs to that God and to himself. Since God has given our little boy two good feet and the dignity of choosing his own path, I would be a poor father (and a damned fool) if I tried to stop him from using them. No, not this papa. I will see to it that our boy gets the best start along that path that I can give him, and then I will let him walk it, on his own, and — in time — without me.

I hate three things in this life above all others: bullying, being sleepy, and goodbyes. I particularly detest goodbyes. Yet I know full well that these first steps will lead to many others, that someday I will say goodbye to our little boy as he walks out that front door as a man. I know that someday I will say goodbye to all those whom I love — my dear wife, my friends, my family and neighbors and colleagues. The pathways of life will carry us all farther and farther apart until all are lost in the twilight — and that is as it should be.

Yet no matter how far apart we may become, nothing — not distance, not time, not death itself — can erase the love I have for them. That's what I mean when I say that love is the only thing there is. In the end, it is the only thing that even time cannot destroy.

Folks, this little essay is not meant to be sad. Far from it. It is with joy that I watch Baby take his first steps. It is with rejoicing that I contemplate the passing of years, the coming separations, the soul-piercing goodbyes that await me tomorrow. Yes, love makes us vulnerable to pain — but unless we accept that vulnerability, and the certainty of hurt that accompanies it, we will never know what it means to be truly human. I celebrate the pain of these things not out of masochism, but because they are the inevitable and natural byproducts of love — the love that makes us real persons. Thank God I can love! Thank God I can experience love's pain! Thank God for allowing me to be fully human!

Baby McBaby took his first steps this week — the first of many. And who can imagine where those little feet will take him? So walk on, my sweet little boy. Step out smartly and begin your long journey down the road of life. And when the time comes for you to break free of Papa's arms and leave him behind, remember that Mommy and I will always, always love you, no matter how far away from us the road may take you.

Walk on, little baby, walk on.

Magi Moe

Gift art for Magibon (YouTube's "MRIrian"). I may sell these if I can get her permission to use her image.

My Lolgraph

Shrinking NASA

Ridden Amtrak lately? If not, why not? While you ponder the answer to that question, dig this. In a recent Obama campaign document ("Barack Obama's Plan For American Leadership in Space"), the candidate lays out his proposed policy vis-a-vis NASA. The paper states that as president, "Obama will support the development of this vital new platform [the Constellation spacecraft currently in development at NASA] to ensure that the United States' reliance on foreign space capabilities is limited to the minimum possible time period." In other words, he will maintain the Constellation project at a minimum $500 million per year budget until the first Orion flight, currently scheduled for sometime in 2015. However, NASA is also planning to end Shuttle operations in 2010, leaving the U.S. with no manned space transportation system for five years (or more — NASA's ability to meet deadlines has suffered greatly since the days of Project Apollo). As a result, it's likely that the space agency will be forced to lay off or give early retirement to the thousands of ground crew that currently rebuild and fly our Shuttle fleet. The effect of all this will be a gradual reduction in NASA size and capabilities; the agency will essentially be left to wither from lack of funding as the years go by.

And I say, "good".

This is one area of Obama policy with which I agree. NASA should be allowed to wither away. The agency is the space-going equivalent of Amtrak — expensive, unprofitable, and deathly slow — and for the same basic reason: because it is run by a big-government bureaucracy rather than as a profit-making private enterprise. And I don't believe that the government has any more business running a space program than they have running a railroad.

To my mind, transportation = transportation. While the airless, radioactive void of space presents unique challenges to space transportation service providers, space transportation itself is fundamentally no different than any other form of transportation: at its root, it's still nothing more than the movement of people and things from point A to point B by means of vehicles.

And in America, transportation services have always been best provided by private operators. Government's traditional role — from the Erie Canal to the Interstate Highway System — has been to provide the infrastructure of our nation's various transportation systems. So should it be with space transportation. Just as the federal government funds the construction of air travel infrastructure (airports, navigation systems, air traffic control, etc.) so it should fund the infrastructure of space transportation: launch centers, space communications, aerospace R&D, and so forth. And, as with air travel, actual space transportation services should be provided by privately-owned, for-profit companies.

(For the record: I believe that the federal government should build and maintain a nationwide network of high speed rail infrastructure, and let the railroads provide intercity passenger rail service.)

Don't get me wrong. It's not that I hate NASA. I grew up during the Space Race years, and idolized the steely-eyed missilemen of the space agency, the boys that put Neil and Buzz on the moon. Sadly, however, we no longer have the reformed Nazis, visionary engineers, and selfless program men that ran NASA during its glory years, nor do we today have Congressmen and presidents who see space as the New Frontier. Today, NASA is just another federal agency full of comfortable, well-paid government bureaucrats, supported in Congress by wheedling politicians who see the space program only in terms of juicy contracts for the folks back home.

In my opinion, NASA should be returned to its original purpose — the research and development of air and space transportation technologies — and should hire contractors to launch satellites, probes, and manned spacecraft. Imagine if, instead of giving NASA $500 million per year to build paper spaceships and conduct endless studies, we were to offer American industry a flat $500 million annual contract to build and operate a moon base and associated space transportation system! I'd be willing to bet the job would get done pronto.

Ridden Amtrak lately? I'm a train fan myself, but even I stay away from our nation's pitifully inadequate government-run railroad. And, in my opinion, our country no more needs a government-run spaceline than she needs a government-run railroad. The sooner NASA is allowed to quietly shrink back to a useful size, and to do the job it was intended to do, the better for those of us who still hold on to the dream of personally traveling in space.

Cheap Stuff — Or Is It?

In a recent editorial, writer Jesse Patrilla somewhat sarcastically commented on the consequences of a proposed economic boycott of China. "No large U.S. retailer is willing (read: stupid enough) to not carry Chinese products, " he wrote. "In the year following their 2004 joining of the World Trade Organization (WTO) and consequent release from quotas, the volume of Chinese clothing exports increased over 500 percent, and prices dropped almost 50 percent. If that’s just numbers to you, do this experiment: Check the perimeter to see if your boss is out of the way, duck in your cubicle and start checking your tags. Even if the leather on your shoes comes from Italy, the sole is Chinese. Your shirt? Yes, Made in China. Your underpants? Ditto."

He makes a good point: the textile manufacturing segment of the US economy has been essentially picked up and transferred from our own shores to the People's Republic of China. According to one source, one-third of the clothes sold in the United States comes from China, and only 6 percent of the apparel worn in the United States is made in this country.

And it's hurting our people. The American Manufacturing Trade Action Coalition has estimated that during the period between 2000 and 2004 the U.S. textile and apparel sector lost 323,000 jobs — 31 percent of its workforce — and that at least 211 textile plants in the United States were forced to shut their doors. The group attributes these losses to increased competition as a result of the dropping of import quotas from manufacturers in low-wage nations, primarily China.

But I don't know why we are complaining. We have gotten exactly what we wanted: free-market capitalism. In a free-market capitalist system, the ultimate goal is profit; therefore, to maximize profit, the shrewd capitalist keeps his or her manufacturing costs as low as possible. In a free-market capitalist economy, human labor is commodified, and, absent regulation, will seek out its natural commodity price, just like any other raw material. Right now Chinese labor (etc.) is the cheapest in the world; therefore, the capitalists of the world have moved their manufacturing to China.

There are alternatives to free-market capitalism: for example, a system in which the interests of a given nation or state are placed above profit. In such an economy, capitalists are free to do business as they wish so long as what they do does not harm the interest of their home nation. A government might for example enact laws preventing capitalists from going abroad to find cheap labor in order to prevent the nation's manufacturing base from being reduced in size, or to keep employment levels high, or to fight deflation. It might set high tariffs to keep foreign goods out in order to create markets for more expensive domestically-produced goods. It might choose to subsidize (via public ownership, tax exemptions, or direct subsidies) certain domestic industries (aircraft, shipyards, etc.) in order to ensure these industries continue to exist. Or it might choose to reimburse certain industries (railroads, power generation, etc.) against losses in order to maintain them at a "going concern" level for national security reasons.

All such forms of government regulation distort the operation of a free market, and thus the market's natural price-setting function. In short, citizens of a state with a regulated economy pay more for certain goods. However, in exchange for these higher prices they receive certain benefits that cannot be provided by the market: increased national security, higher employment (at inflated wages), and the psychological comfort of knowing that their homeland is still capable of producing physical wealth.

We as a nation have made our choice. We have chosen to elevate individual liberty over the interest of the nation. That is what Free Trade is. Therefore, when you hear that the American textile industry no longer exists, or that we as a nation have lost the capacity to produce our own ships, or that a foreign aircraft company has been awarded a contract to build military aircraft for our armed forces, do not complain. We wanted a free-market capitalist system, and now we must live with its consequences: a world where corporations are loyal to no one and nothing except their shareholders, and where human beings — once known as "personnel" — have become nothing more than commodified human resources.