"We are fast approaching the point where thinking itself is a thought crime!" -- Michael Rivero

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Charles Manson’s hit-team killed ten people, perhaps more. That was in California, back in the summer of 1969, while the U.S. Armed Forces were busily slaughtering millions of Asians in Vietnam. And in opposition to that war, hundreds of thousands of Americans marched in mass protests—the anti-war movement.

Most people these days think of the state of Israel as a sort of payback to the Jewish people for the suffering visited upon them by Adolf Hitler and the awful Nazis during World War II; never mind that the people of Palestine had nothing to do with that. Hardly anyone realizes that the die had already been cast in 1937 for the sort of partition of Palestine that the United Nations performed in 1948, giving rise to today’s state of Israel.

Leo Frank, B’nai B’rith President, is remembered as the unconvincing liar, adulterous pedophile whore monger, lascivious sexual predator, creepy child molester, licentious freak, violent pedophile rapist, vicious murderer, dead child mutilator, and attempted murder framer, whose arrest, indictment, and conviction for the bludgeon, rape, and strangulation of thirteen-year-old Mary Anne Phagan on April 26, 1913, between 12:05 and 12:15, “maybe 12:07,”  inspired the founding of the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) of B’nai B’rith, a Jewish espionage organization, masquerading as a civil right

The Victorian era was a time of contradictory ideals: they covered themselves fully but considered the female figure attractive, they were obsessed with cleanliness but practically lived in a sewer, and they placed marriage and family above all things. Gave importance but sold their wives at auction. It's possible that the Victorians couldn't see the forest for the trees, but perhaps they were a generation full of weirdos.


If you listen carefully to the voice of history, echoes of despair echo from the abandoned corridors of abandoned institutions, where debt-laden souls were mercilessly put into cold prisons. The grim legacy endured as the shadow of mental illness took hold of others, drawing them into the desolate embrace of institutional walls. Within these cold confines, the weight of cognitive disorders became a silent torment, an indomitable force driving residents into bleak isolation.

This unusual-looking gun, now on display in the Museum of Mourning Arts at Arlington Cemetery, once kept body snatchers away from cemetery grounds and discouraged them from digging up bodies. The gun would be installed beneath the grave and when triggered a series of tripwires would rotate the gun in the appropriate direction, and fire at the unsuspecting thieves.