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Spent much of yesterday walking up and down hills in Grand Haven, avoiding the tourists.  Am using my 650 twin (Bonneville) as the ZG1400 is getting brakes and tires.  It eats fucking tires.

My first 650 twin was a Yamaha XS1B in 70.  Karl and I bought the same bikes when we left Vietnam.  A drunk driver in 71 ended his riding career and life.

Managing VT for those who belong here is a tightrope.  I never wanted VT to be ‘last man standing’ for government intel agencies and the Pentagon or the fucking FBI.  It may have been flattering at some point to be depended on, not anymore.

Today we got confirmation that The Intercept and Glenn Greenwald along with Edward Snowden are fake.  Sad about Intercept, one good writer.  Greenwald, however, has been a limited hangout from day one as with fake Snowden.

Anyone who mentions Snowden or Assange is bad, no secret here unless you have been living under a bridge.

The sewer, fighting with the Saudi paid trolls who run Lebanon, and they are no more than shitting little internet trolls, who let their country be nuked and now have their slimy tongues up the asses of those who did it.  There are people in Lebanon who deserve better.

While sitting here, I have my running music going, lots of time spent putting that together and it does nothing but make me think, probably a good thing.

Reminded me of sleeping in the back of our new 59 Ford wagon heading up to Lake Nippissing in Ontario.  Dad got off work after 2nd shift, we loaded everything. literally, in the 16 foot boat, put on the cover, grabbed the dog and headed to Port Huron and the Bluewater Bridge to Sarnia.  Rain.

Like so many Americans I spent much of my childhood in Canada.  The family has been popping back and forth across the border since 1782 when we were fur traders, first at the French fort of Detroit then at Duff-Baby House in Lower Canada.  William Henry Harrison burned it but it still stands, like the White House.  You can visit, it costs $7 (Canadian) which is about a buck fifty US.

Just got a call from one of my friends who is stuck in India over the COVID thing.  He always pushes me.

VT steers clear of UFO related issues though one or more of us is ‘officially’ read in on the crap David Icke talks about.  Once you step over there, everything we do on this side means nothing, very dangerous.  No way to function and keep balance when you know that everything we do and say is meaningless and that we are no more than the insects we step on.

Worse still, that most science fiction isn’t fiction at all.

Before I began working outside the country most of the time, and lots of Americans leave and never come back, including about half my friends, I didn’t understand that when people starved and suffered around the world it was exactly the same as if it were happening on my street.

Weakness.

It isn’t just that the tens of millions of unemployed include many millions living in constant fear.  It’s that we have institutionalized blaming victims where we used to simply look away.

Imagine you have small children and you are facing homelessness and no way to buy food.

You can beg a place to live and you might get one.  You might get some money.  You might even get food for awhile.

You won’t get hope.  Your children won’t get a future.

Very very few Americans who aren’t people of color know anything about life.  Very few.

For white folks, I grew up relatively poor, working part time jobs from 8 onward, helping my dad repair and sell cars, boats and motors, delivering papers, shoveling walks, mowing lawns.

However, I knew I was lucky.   We had food and, though my father was sick for years, we pulled out of it.  We were lucky.

I didn’t know what others felt like until I was in the Marine Corps, one of Trump’s ‘losers and suckers.’  In California, people would throw things at us and shout abuse.  They were told, like Qanon does today, that blaming the vulnerable and abusing them is a way of dealing with a psychopathic personality.

Being a Marine during the Vietnam War as with being a veteran today, is being vulnerable.

I felt anger, the kind of anger, to a degree that a Palestinian might feel or an African American.  People are much safer if I am not that angry but then why should I be angry, after all, I grew up white, with lots of government sponsored education and was given everything I wanted, as long as killing people and overthrowing their governments was on the list of things I wanted.

It wasn’t.

The hard part is staying sane.  The harder part is knowing what sane is.  I probably have a pretty good grip on that.  It’s why some know how lucky they are to have jobs, friends and health.

I have days when I am not in pain, they are amazing, OK not “days” but an hour or so.  Imagine what it would be like not to hurt all the time, to be able to sleep?

Physical pain, to an extent, can be adjusted for.

My question is this, are we meant to hold onto things?  Over the past few decades I have spent much of my time staying grounded, trying to understand who I am and how I got here.  Thus, I tend to relive pieces of my life, by revisiting things.

I even did a college campus visit thing at MSU a few weeks ago, taking the dogs out on a leash, letting them run in and out of the Red Cedar River the way I did with my husky 50 years ago.

A few of my friends are alive.  A few years ago we visited Iftakhar Malik and his family at Oxford (UK).  We spent an afternoon touring the university then headed out to the Trout.

We went through a case of prosecco and several awful British pizzas.  This was Colin Dexter’s hangout, of Inspector Morse/Endeavour, the superb ITV series.  It was also the ‘local’ for CS Lewis and Lewis Carroll.  Henry II kept a mistress there.

This is a great place to end days if driving Oxfordshire.

On the way back to RAF Fairford (was working) the nav system in our POS Kia went crapo and sent us askew.  It was there that we were ‘buzzed’ by a rather large FO.  It wasn’t unidentified.  It parked over the car, a few feet over the car, for a very long time.  Think “anal puckering.”

The Malik’s are very Brit, very respectable, prominent university professors and yet are abused in the UK by scum.  A day earlier Harry came in from London to Fairford for the day.  He is my banking partner in London, a former official of the Nigerian government and a close friend for many years.  He won’t travel around Britain except with me and he has lived their for decades and owns a piece of London.

I would have the day at the Trout back.  I miss my friends.  My normal home base in Europe when working was RAF Fairford, a major US nuclear base and a town that became a second home as it had for Americans for generations.

We had friends with an antique shop in Lechlade, but that’s long gone.  Nothing stays the same.

Last year we spent 3 days at The Bull, the remodeled/rebuilt 11th century pub there.  I miss my friends at Sterling House on the base though, closed now for many years.  They took great care of us.

There is a great 12th century Norman church in Fairford with a mill behind it.  I feel home there.  I don’t know why.

Long long ago I spent lots of time in London, while it still had bomb damage.  I miss that place too, walking the Thames on both sides, which later became a nightly run from London Bridge to Charing Cross.

I use the places to ground me.  Maybe it’s me, I certainly never settled in anywhere.

Sometimes the only stability is TV shows.  It used to be books.  I have read Tolkien, not just Lord of the Rings, endless times.

I just sat through Young Wallender, which is superb.  The BBC series with Kenneth Branaugh is very good but this is better.  Watch both.  There is a Swedish language version as well which I will try to get into.

I dug out Inspector Lynley and dragged through several superb seasons until it began to suffer from writer death.

Midsomer Murders does well for many seasons, I stopped at 11.

The new Lucifer is out. I am a big fan, a deeply flawed show but wonderful.

Do watch Lovecraft Country, 4 episodes so far, a strong African American orientation but very worthwhile.

Consider Touching Evil as well.

I am struggling through The Boys on Amazon Prime.  Writing problems with the show but some great nasty characters but weighed down with useless plot devices.

This time of year Mackinac Island, the Grand Hotel, is enjoyable, desolate and very much from another era.  Lots of mental health up there.

Was going to go tubing on the Muskegon River, didn’t do it.

No canoe trips.  Campgrounds all packed, which is fine.  People need to do that plus I do live on a campground sort of with kayaks and crap.  I still miss camping at Lumbermans Monument north of Tawas.  We would head into town on Saturday night, the old movie theatre, good popcorn and bad films and then back to watch satellites and UFO’s on the 45th parallel.  (where you find them)

Canada won’t let us in.  I would head north to revisit the fishing trips with my parents in the 1950s and early 60s.  Yes, its stupid.

I also want to go back to Iceland, spent part of last summer there.  One could live in Iceland.

But then I am supposed to save Syria and Lebanon and there is so much more I could say here but can’t, some of it for reasons of personal continuity.

Would like to get back to Pakistan and visit friends there.  Raja has been dead for 6 years but Imran Khan is now PM but probably not allowed to drive around in the car all day and keep me entertained.

He is good company.  So is Keshe, in Italy.  Can’t go there either.

Could visit Peter in Greece but he was murdered.  Alot of that going around.  We spent a summer with him, by we I mean much of Adamas management, in his huge home south of Athens.  It was a party every day.  Peter had a house built on top of his house so he could see the ocean. It took him 3 years to die, they tried for both of us, I got better.

He was a very nice kid.  Peter Panayotou.

Adamas has a team stuck in Sudan.  This is a problem.

We have another situation in Ghana.  Can’t fix that either.

COVID is crap.

So is death.

Where does one go?  We can’t bring back Ann Arbor or East Lansing in 1972 or make the world new again.  No one would have believed what we have done to this country though the 72 election was a lesson in how insectoid millions of Americans are.

Thinking about the places I need to go to recharge, most of the places exist the not in this time.  Key West is now a cruise ship destination and probably today a ghost town.

New Orleans still has some bite.

Los Angeles has lost its 60’s edge right out of To Wanfoo with Love…

It isn’t just that things that were are gone its the people.  Those who are alive, so many of them, aren’t really alive at all.  I was never a big social breakthrough person, a bit of an ass kisser/academic who was taught by others to push the edges.  I didn’t lead, not for years anyway.

Those who did lead burned out and are gone, those I thought would change the world.  I am all that is left, in fact all that held on at all.  Drugs.

Alcohol.

This got everyone.

Thus, we arrive at 2020 and have no idea how things got this fucked up, it is as though the present sat on no past at all but is being made up by the internet, defined by Google and gang, which it is.

Some pretend to understand Jim Morrison or Jack Kerouac.

This is also a nation drowning in bad vibes.  I only know where I am and where I/we are allowed to go.  No one does anything other than ignorant silly shit.

To that extent, VT as much as anything is a collection of kids I have collected who are still alive when no one else is.

Pain is watching the same people who are Trump base forget that they were, 100% Bush/Cheney “base” as well.  The older ones were all Nixon base and before that they loved Ike.

The problem isn’t bad information from fake news or Qanon, its the lack of courage and intellectual capability.  Its cowardice and laziness.

The disaster?  As best I can ascertain, there is no one out there that can lead or make a difference in any way.  America is utterly devoid of “better angels.”

Those who would make America worth surviving burned out after 8 years of Reagan’s childish bullshit.  For any literate individual, listening to that moron would have been torture.

No one thought it could get worse than “Ronnie.”  It did.

 

Biography
Senior Editor , VT
Gordon Duff is a Marine combat veteran of the Vietnam War. He is a disabled veteran and has worked on veterans and POW issues for decades. Gordon is an accredited diplomat and is generally accepted as one of the top global intelligence specialists. He manages the world’s largest private intelligence organization and regularly consults with governments challenged by security issues.

Duff has traveled extensively, is published around the world and is a regular guest on TV and radio in more than “several” countries. He is also a trained chef, wine enthusiast, avid motorcyclist and gunsmith specializing in historical weapons and restoration. Business experience and interests are in energy and defense technology.

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17 COMMENTS

  1. This world is a messed up place, and it has ever been so since the Primogenitors were banished from “The Garden.”
    It got so bad once that God had to destroy everyone but one small family, from whom we are all descended.
    I know some of you are too smart to believe in all that, but…
    Gordon I’d say you’ve had a more complicated life than most folks, but every one of us has a similar version of it in one form or another.
    The same God that sent the Great Flood told us thousands of years later that “whoever hates his life in this world, will keep it for eternal life.” God knew if we were His kind of people, we wouldn’t like this place very much.

    • I am stuck in the world of Vietnam War era music…mostly

      but i weed out things as i go along

      django, ella, debussy, rascals, mathis, u2, meat loaf, johnny rivers, dusty, barenaked, fleetwood, elo, righteous, stones, morricone, astaire, queen, doors, neil diamond,ccr, kinks, buddy, eagles, mancini, jerry reed, hollies, REM, chiffons, barbara lewis….if any of this makes sense…

  2. The U.S. military now exists to serve Israel and the Kazarian zionist masters.
    Go ahead and enlist, end up in the middle east or eastern Europe sitting in a makeshift shelter near the Russian border.
    For what? Ask yourselves why? It sure as hell ain’t defending America’s “demockracy”. Or keeping anyone free. Or bringing demockracy to some poor nation that happens to be in the gun sights of certain leaders.
    America’s army hasn’t defended its shores since the War of 1812. The only time America was invaded by a hostile army….and we kicked their arses.
    Since then every war America has been involved with has been unwarranted and destructive. The illusion that Americans must go to war to defend freedom and demockracy are just that illusions, lies and deceit. Just as the Spanish -American war….all of it lies. America’s entry into the war in Europe in 1917 …..all based on lies and deceit, just read Benjamin Freedman’s speech made in Philadelphia in 1960. The trickery FDR used to get America involved in another war in Europe. The korean war, the war in Viet Nam, Grenada, Panama, Iraq, Afghanisatan, Libya, Ukraine and Syria, the never ending war on Iran and America’s subservience to Yidsrael.

    • when is it going to stop, people? When are Americans finally going to stand up and say no more?
      When are they going to say,” I’m not going to send my children to be used as fodder for some idiot’s failed foreign policies.” Or to be used as fodder for Yidsrael.
      The best thing that could happen is for 80% of all military recruitment centers to have to close because no one is buying their wares.
      When people finally realize they’ve been had and when they come to the conclusion that the government in Washington, D.C is a fraud and corrupt, maybe, just maybe, some changes will be made. Until then, I don’t see any way of stopping the war machine.

  3. Loved this reflection. Made me think of Joesph Conrad, life the beginning of the novel Chance. Sad to remember how much of being human we have lost in the short time you describe. I cannot even imagine the decline between the popular audience for books at the time of Conrad and today.

    I gravitate toward the same television shows. In my near middle age completion of a basic university, I had an ex pat Brit who taught German Language part time after being ditched by his US doctor wife in the Midwest. He used a few German detective shows as a teaching aid. I used to not understand the passion older Germans had for America’s Colombo played by Peter Falk or their own detective shows modeled after English “Detective Inspectors”. Now I totally understand. They knew, like I finally do, the great evi of elites going on and their powerlessness. So the fictional tv detective character going around and documenting a few small vignettes and postcards from a definable crime is a weirdly soothing fantasy…

  4. Regarding my theory, that ufo’s are terrestrial, time is cyclical, and we didn’t evolve in 26,000 years. So, we’ve been here before and it is just getting started. In the pantheon, it is easy to see real freedom would follow mobility, and after that a refinement of ourselves only possible with abundance. Once we reach the apex, it will be obvious, and some will chose to stay, knowing they must stay hidden. Mostly. Being grandparents is a different place in our lives, where we love the little munchkins, but we also are wise enough to know, they must have their own time, and develop without hinderance. How much more so for a thousand generations ?

    • I believe this also explains, the familiarity people feel during such encounters. That permeating feeling that penetrates the fear on the surface. It’s always easy to spot the ones who don’t want us to have it. The first thing they do is confuse our concept of time and interrupt our rhythm. Like a child who doesn’t want the parents to leave so they hide the keys. The time of the small.

  5. Anastasia states that your first dream as a child before the lie can take hold is the clue to your soul and its past lives and its journey in this life. Love of nature or a particular location in Nature[some church yard in England] or some book your mother gave you, or books you like reading now[Lord of the Rings?]. “Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isingard[Washington] and Mordor[London]. The union of the two towers[anglo-american zionist new world order]. Together my lord Sauron[reptile] we shall rule this middle-earth[Russia]. We shall drive the machine of war…………………..Gordon you care and are trying to right the wrongs and are are being motivated by love. This is what is important. I have stepped across to the other side and my Grandfather showed me something about myself that sustains my life here . The love was indescribable. It awaits you at some stage so don’t worry your soul about perceived past wrongs.

  6. Strange, but with that eery smell of truth to it:
    “I didn’t know what others felt like until I was in the Marine Corps, one of Trump’s ‘losers and suckers.’ In California, people would throw things at us and shout abuse. They were told, like Qanon does today, that blaming the vulnerable and abusing them is a way of dealing with a psychopathic personality.
    Being a Marine during the Vietnam War as with being a veteran today, is being vulnerable.”
    Thus sliding down memory lane with Gordon Duff brings to mind the weak and bewildered expressions on the faces of Chinese PLA soldiers being held up for days on end by mobs and thugs and getting lynced on their way into the centre of Bĕijing in early June of 1989. But that was also a kind of bravery: THe courage to suffer the pain of ignomity when necessitated.

  7. So much for the exceptional nation. What will they say about us in 500 years?
    Mr. Duff, thank you for being honest and realistic about the current state of affairs; there is no choice and no savior…there is no spoon. So much for the exceptional nation.
    There are, however, jinns, demons, shapeshifters and interdimensional sex tourists as you, James and Heart have pointed out. Phil Schneider did the same and paid a heavy price.
    I’m so, so lucky to have lived through some heady years racing motorcycles all thru the 1970’s and 80’s. I worked 2 full time jobs to afford it. How do you make a small fortune racing? Start out with a large one.
    My last supermoto was a 2-stroke 380cc KTM, street legal, 230lb wet, wide ratio 6 speed, ported, carb bored, digital ignition and powervalve controller, burning methanol with 20% nitro. Pure, utter, total animal. Effortless wheelies in 5th. Bring your A game or bring a body bag.
    I could be a worm though, as I prefer the mini-14 to the AR.