Bff Reports ...003 Rest Stop*

Black-footed Ferret Reports: 

Dispatch 3 from DumbFuck Nation, United States of Absurdia 

I drove too much, too late, I vowed to get my resting spot about 4PM, now I’m driving around dark Santa Fe, tired and road hypnotized looking for a safe landing. I chose a risky spot on a residential side street. Strange van, CA plates might get a phone call to the police. I was tired and took a chance, parked. I tried to stay under radar. 

I got 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep. As soon as the morning light came shining through, I was on my way. 

At the Speedway for gas and breakfast a little later, I found my first human encounter with a gentleman living in the Taos Pueblo. We got to laughing together at the silliness of the square on the floor and the bossy female managers' very cursive signs about “So Sorry for the Inconvenience”. We were goofing like schoolboys as we moved up a square at a time. Then he said, “The State said they would de-fund the Pueblo if we did not comply with the lock-down. I remember the Hanta virus, where were they then?” The Hanta virus ran through this area in the mid-90’s and killed hundreds. I met him later in the day, by chance, and we had another good laugh over the stupidity of it all. Sanity recognizes each other, I believe. 

Along the road a Jiffy Lube was offering Free WiFi and I had to catch up with some mail and news. I parked next to the building and as the two fellas showed up for work, they were accommodating as could be, even brought me coffee. More humanity, not everyone is a DFian. Figuring I would be driving a few more thousand miles, an oil change and inspection might be a good thing. 

I drove about 60 miles towards Taos and came upon a boat launch into the Quartzite River. It was 10:30 AM, but when I found a parking spot tucked under the road, under the trees, out of the wind, with a picnic table, I knew I was there all day and night. I needed good rest. 

I was living my idol’s life – living in a van down by the river. 

I did some yoga, played my guitar, wrote HEAD FOR THE HILLS, read my book on Katrina, The Great Deluge and took a good long look at a map. I’m glad I did because I found my next destination – Corona, New Mexico! 

I watched the blood red full moon rise up over the hills and went to sleep for the night.  The Passover week and Good Friday symbolism spooked the hell out of me.

Dispatch 4 of the Black-footed ferret Reports in DumbFuck Nation coming soon…

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COVID: The projection of a mass illusion 

Apr21by Jon Rappoport

In his 1976 film masterpiece, Network, Paddy Chayefsky’s unhinged newsman, Howard Beale, broadcasts this message to his audience on national television—

“So, you listen to me. Listen to me! Television is not the truth. Television’s a god-damned amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the boredom-killing business… We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness. You maniacs. In God’s name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion.”

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2020/04/21/covid-the-projection-of-a-mass-illusion/