Koch ing the Flame

The news this past week has been about the Koch Brothers. Probably the richest sibling duo around, says the news. Why news about a couple rich guys? Do they own the tea party? Or the tea?

The important thing, as I have been discussing with my Libertarian friends, is the definition of freedom. Does freedom mean that the free rich can buy political parties. Apparently. Does freedom mean that the free rich can afford to condition the minds of the citizens with tools whose power we cannot even imagine? Apparently.

So, why are all the poor and ignorant people supporting the politicians and political parties that spout logical fallacies and are tools manipulated by the BIC (Bunch In Control) when the dupes only ensure their own degradation?

Psycho Paths and Con Trails explains high IQ psychopaths would not be caught dead in prison. High IQ Ps rule. Cunning, conning, manipulative, fearless, optimal – don’t waste time on emotions: empathy, compassion, love, etc.

Dr. R. Hare’s opus: Without Conscience explains 1% of Canada is psychopathic. Estimates are 5% in the US PP&CT says HiIQ Ps comprise the BIC. BIC buys dupes. BIC controls your paradigms.

How many destructive paradigms can the average person name that define their personality? Most cannot even list their habits. Paradigms are somewhere between theorem and habit.

The BIC determines almost every social, cultural input the average person has. Entertainment, communications, culture, religion, politics, sociological environment, environment.

The paradigm addict in the paradigm ocean is a fish already hooked and a tool of the masters who have conditioned them and continue to.

If you read nothing else in the 200 pages of Psycho Paths and Con Trails, read the chapter on corporations.

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When Everybody’s Homeless

I wrote a song the other day. It is entitled
“When everybody is homeless”

(i will put up the musical version in a few days)

Goes lyrically a bit like this — rewrite coming of course.

When everybody’s homeless
the ghosts will host soirees
those ghosts will be cell phoneless
sending invitations on the breeze
and all the ghoulish ghosts will come
and never spill a drop of wine
and never drop a spill of crumb
nor need no finery to pay their fine
go naked as an ivory statue
without a fig leaf on its rock
and they’ll play butler “is zat chew?”
and no one will not go in schock
at carcases of canines on the avenue
The ghosts won’t need no dope
wired up to the northern lights
and ghosts don’t bleed or hope
no need to fret bout civil rights
and neither will the homeless fret

Hunger is colorless every one’s an alien
a younger one or other gets eaten now and then
you can catch a codger and cook it all night long
watch the bullies roger gays and make them sing queer songs

When everybody’s homeless won’t it be just swell
Everyone will be so equal except the rich so high
from ramparts see them looking down to hell
Where everybody’s homeless in the sweet old by and by

What Does the Future Hold?

JB asks, “So…is there to be a revolution, chaos, or just continued slavery?” Dear, JB. Finish reading the book or the next fifty paragraphs which will also show up on my blog. To wit, this article.

To a degree I understand those who hold with verbal plenary inspiration of the scriptures not so as they would like it, for I see that it is other than something to do with god’s writing skills. It is in our own hearts where the great novel wants to be written and we grasp a little of the reality of that yearning from time to time.

Saying all that to say this. When one, this one anyway, finishes a book, the book lives. It lives as though it were inspired. By the one, the writer, the god who breathed life into it as surely as a mother squeezes life into the air with her vaginal huffing and puffing. My child, my book, Psycho Paths and Con Trails will be with me every day of my life and I will try to raise it right.

The book grows and gets nurture from its mother because nothing is completely said. Never. Not in birthing the book. Not in birthing the babe.

Your question is in every breath I take. The simple answer is I am not a clairvoyant. I am a gambler. Not a silly one who at the craps table bets on four the hard way. Rather applying the odds born of statistics hard won long before.

I have almost always bet on the human race going down. Probabilistically, what does not? And who knows? “Hard ways” do come in. Humans could go down the hard way. Every acceptance of the easy way out is just a chip in the ante.

That is what the BIC, the Bunch In Control, is betting on. And they are correct. But correct is not is not always right. It is often wrong, and usually left.

In Margaret Atwood’s Orix and Crake she presents a scene where the scientist is on a train. He works in a scientist community globed with super protective climate enhancing material. On the train he travels as in a clear pneumatic tube like they had in department stores in the first half of the twentieth century.

He is on his way to another globe community that looks the same but contains professionals of another type like architects or something.

As the train travels along it passes through what I call the desperate area(s) where the poor and homeless and discarded for whatever reason and the un——, live.

He is somewhat frightened as he considers what might happen if the train breaks down or is not of as strongly fortified material as is needed.

The attack never comes. It never has. When it has it has been powerless.

Some kind of resilient strength lies in the notion that we all have one right given to us not by god, not by government, not by ourselves yet taken by ourselves. That right I can only describe in the following way. When the quicksand of futility is dragging us down, as the slime covers our mouth leaving the eyes, all three of them, a last glimpse of its horrid existence, a hand erupts from the quicksand with an outstretched middle finger and a word bubble burps out of the slime near the mouth and even as the eyes go under we hear that burp explode with a stentorian, uproarious, soul sounnding “Fuuuuuuuucccckk You.”

Prophet and Lose Statements

Whenever you hear someone tell that one’s story, that one’s story is the only real truth. In Psycho Paths and Con Trails I introduce the reader to Uncle Junior, the uncrowned (who needs that kind of corona?) King of Pragmatism.

“What does it do?” That is what Uncle Junior always wanted to know. Get that piece of info and go from there.

That is what I want to know. The nutty bugs are coming out the molding. Profit and Loss has become Prophet and Lose. I am working lately in the library. Why not? I have everything I need in my Avenues America biz bag. It has been through 25 countries. Probably 25 times. A pocket for every thing. An entire office ‘twixt 2 leather handles.

Lately my office is the library. Why not? Nice people. I get up to go to the pissoir. I say hello to this handsome old man. Yes, thank you, I know I am old. But he is a nonagenarian. I, OTOH, am STILL a SEXEGENARIAN. I saw your jaw drop. Don’t worry kid. You will know what both words mean and be able to discern the difference by and by.

Before I know it he has explained the entire Old Testament and three or four books of stuff from I do not know where. Like the papists had the French put the Statue of Liberty in the harbor because the Statue of Liberty is the Holy Mother and with the Mother came a message, a prophecy that came true in 2001. And the Koine Greeks rewrote the Pentateuch – Torah, Tawrat, Bible (Gen. Exo. Lev. Num. Deut.) when they conquered the world and they did not stop with the koine version of the Pentateuch.

Oh, they ruined Moses’s Big Five. I did not get a chance, Uncle Junior, to ask, “What does it do?. How can you tell? What does it all mean?”

The prophet was on a roll. At last, I hoped. He was explaining how it is all Obama’s fault or his father’s because Obama is a Kenyan, therefore a Muslim. I did not even get to ask, “Well, do you want a high IQ Kenyan Muslim for President or do you want a sub-median IQ New Englander pretending to be a Texan? Do you want a high IQ Kenyan for President or do you want a blond haired full of bull pucky sub-median IQ Arizonan who graduated from Anapolis with only 7 or 8 people out of 800 with a lower score than his?”

As the prophet rolled on I remembered those three painful days in the hospital last year with the medicals trying to save my foot. The pain wasn’t coming from the foot but, from the next bed. The next bed contained this same prophet except back then he was explaining to the nurses, doctors, janitors, and me how that he was a multimillionaire medical doctor and he was keeping them straight. Not to worry while he was around.

Who the HELL, literally, let these people loose on this land is your land this land is my land? Sarah Palin started a sandstorm when she started babbling.

Now, all these sub-median IQ nut jobs have the Democrats, even the ones I thought were above the moron level, spouting 1st amendment out of one tine of their tongue and “a mosque at ground zero is unseemly” out of the other tine. FORK U.

That ignorant portion of the population who is asking for the murder of the intention to build a mosque does not get the joke, which is on them. They cannot conceive that the mosque maker look alikes may not have driven the planes into the twin towers. The culpability digit seems to point to robots pinpointing the planes into the security floor of the tower as Indira Singh pointed out. And how could anyone say that 9/11 was only an inside job and a Wolfy Witz nightmare when at least six nations had access to the Ptech software? So, maybe a collusion involving the scribes and pharisees, the moabites, annnnnnddddd Romans who asked for the destruction of the of the property next to which the church builders want to build a church.

I was about to ask the prophet whether The Holy Mother, Our Lady of the Harbor, who must have seen the whole thing had let the cat out of the bag, as it were, but his towers were not twin at the moment. His tower was the tower of Babel and he was explaining something about the miraculous dexterity with which old Moses had carved Psalm 90 into the wall of the giant pizza oven in his dream this morning.

But, I scooted on off to the Pissoir before he defined and divined the typology.

Sometimes I feel soooooo gauche when I try to explain simply “what it does,” Uncle Junior. The reality of run amoc paradigm addicts unaware they are hanging from the marionet danglers and the digital masters above are in total control of the Psycho Paths and Con Trails. That is pretty tame compared to The Holy Mother, Our Lady of the Harbor.

And sometimes I feel like a bit of a copy cat cereal killer standing amongst all the nut jobs shouting a stentorian “I HAVE THE TRUTH AND THE SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEMS.”

I had hoped to be saving the election and thus saving the world with the verity of the book. I did know this would turn into the year the nut jobs turned the country into one giant insane asylum. And the year the Holy Mother, Our Lady of the Harbor, changed her name to Fatimah.

Psycho Paths and Con Trails

  • psycho psycho
  • paths for psycho paths
  • cons cons
  • trails of cons
  • from the bottom to the top
  • CEO slots are waiting
  • in every industry just pick a ministry
  • Cereal killings bowls full
  • Serial killings by the individual
  • small change for the master changer
  • the tall range lies at the top of his climb
  • tomorrow he will be head of BP
  • no sorrow he feels remorseless and free
  • he has the IQ to do
  • what a clever psychopath can do
  • rise to the top of his target
  • they are legion these masters of the ruiniverse
  • and they control this world you thought was free
  • free for the taking but it is he
  • who is snaking through the grass of the lea
  • that you thought was waving but you could not see
  • those psychos
  • those psychos
  • on the psycho paths down of the ground
  • rising to the top of your Eden
  • and you did not know how could you know
  • how could you see the big pic
  • that bunch in control, the Bic
  • that bunch in control the masters of tricks
  • hold all the cards control all the games
  • maneuver your paradigms
  • that you hold priceless
  • that you hold dear
  • and don’t even know it
  • they know how to
  • make you exult
  • make you fear
  • make you think of a dream an American Dream
  • but what they control is the American scream
  • Did you think all that craziness was just incidental
  • that craving for the sentimental
  • trinkets of your life’s charm bracelet
  • Get a grip think it through
  • cuz psychopaths are
  • coming for you

Analyzing Paradigms

Etymology of the word paradigm is simply para=beside and digm=show, show side by side. In pragmatic use, looser than a formula, tighter than a hypothesis. The paradigm often comes closer to being the thing itself than a model of itself. Paradigms can be like a never ending gradient reaching to define itself. Almost amorphous.

One reason, perhaps, dealing with paradigms rather than actively embracing them takes us back to the ignorance and comfort zone sandwich discussed in Psycho Paths and Con Trails. Succinctly, it is far easier to continue being abused and maneuvered by a paradigm than it is to analyze it, especially if it is significant enough for Super Nero to devote energy to morphing its meaning under the rug you are standing on. So, one often just euphemizes the paradigm as a magic carpet ride, and sets about finding others with whom to joy ride, take paradigm pride and bond to one another … and the paradigm.

… and the paradigm grows. And becomes realer. Like your dreams when they occupied space and mass and density and you could lean against them and rest your coffee cup atop and consider the next step because your dream was so real it was as  though it was already executed. And that dream went somewhere and did something constructive.


But, paradigms can lie quiet and get executed like an automatic rifle in the hands of a sniper only you don’t hear it and you don’t see its produce as you discuss with a friend how everthing is realer and deadlier and more confusing and it is hard to tell the episode from the commercial and the internet article you thought was informational content IS the commercial and someone raves about one of the five forms of yoga as discussed by Depak Chopra in the documentary with that Budha guy and you assume that yoga cognitive pose for a bit but you never read laughter yoga or tried it but you laugh hollowly and embrace it anyway and take pride in it, warm it in your comfort zone, a paradigm notion in your paradigm ocean. And substance crumbles another brick.


The paradigm is more easily seen in fundamentalism especially if you are an outsider but not so easily identified in more abstract religious groups. Analysis begins in both with identifying the code words and word droppings. Then slowly you construct a model of the real thing the paradigm was supposed to be a model of and in the case where the supposed substance is a house of cards, your analysis blows it all away and you play 52 pick up with yourself and you go searching for something tangible like solar power or a windmill.


What can be a scientific tool in Kuhn’s paradigm revolutions and make for discovery, can resolve to a psychopathic tool in the hands of the BIC (Bunch In Control) molding you and your paradigm ever so slightly but steadily to do the will of the Gods Of Power, working for less, with less vigor, less zeal and less concern for doing well, just making it through another day, in the house you thought was yours, or in someone else’s now and you won’t step out of line, will you? Just believe what follows the money.


Whether you pray or bray, if you don’t analyze your moves you are not just a pawn in your own game, you are a pawn in theirs where theirs = BIC. The BIC is primarily the high IQ psychopathic, psychologically alien, masters of the universe. This is not science fiction. This is psychological reality as you will find via Psycho Paths and Con Trails and its multitude of professional references.

Con Trails not Contrails

Psycho Paths and Con Trails is the title of my latest book. I am convinced of this. Your reading my book could not only benefit you but if enough of you either singular of plural, read(s) this book then everyone will benefit. The benefit might be significant. How does “prevent the demise of humanity” sound? No, I am not crazy. I write about crazy.

The book is going live on Kindle August 12. Here are some things to keep in mind about Kindle books.

They are handy to read.
If you do not have a Kindle device you can download free Kindle reading software.
Free software exists for PCs/laptops, for Ipad, for any android device, and others.
I trust you will buy my book and care about it so much you will put a review on Kindle.

Just before I reveal to you the “About the Author” section of the book I want to explain the title of this post. When I uploaded the book, somehow  “Con Trails” became contrails. When I googled the title you would not believe how many hits were there. A book title exactly like the way I erroneously put it already exists.

But it gave me an idea for a great book of fiction so do not be surprised if my next book of fiction looks familiar, title wise.  I will say this. About three years ago I watched the strangest UFO for about fifteen minutes over the Estero Bay of Central California. A huge ball of fire that turned into a dot dash dot contrail and then a pure contrail and then made a bee line for San Francisco.

About the Book
ISBN, Structure, Format, Punction, References
ISBN-10        1-893359-90-5
ISBN-13        9781893359901
Psycho Paths and Con Trails by CanDoJack via Winward Ways
Structurally, this book’s content is a bit of a sandwich. The top slice is like fire and water in its potential as a constructive tool and its potential as a destructive agent. Most of us do not go about life thinking a great deal about the artifices we use to do the little thinking we actually do. Very few of us are aware of the presence of, much less the danger of, the multitude of paradigms that direct our attitudes and behaviors. Yet we spend our entire lives under control of these agents without even thinking about them.
The bottom slice in the sandwich is an insidious agent more dangerous than any other entity in the ruiniverse. The power to promote your use of selected paradigms. The power to shift your paradigms slightly and nudge meanings and comfort/discomfort elements and in a word alter the control he already has on your life. He is an alien with super powers. He is not an alien from outer space or OMG from a foreign country. He is a surprising percentage of your population.
This surprising percentage of the population yourns to get to the top slice of bread to modify its malefaction through its command of the middle of the sandwich. Oh! that is you, isn’t it? There you are in the middle. You are in big trouble. As the copycat killer said in the flick Copycat, “I’m not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt.” On the other hand if you manage well you might save the world. As we say in the flying world, “It’s Up To You.” But, uhhhh, you do not have much time.
By the way, about the drippings from the sandwich. Some side stories that at first glance may appear to be totally irrelevant are not. The side stories were originally fabrications created for the cause but, then replaced with recollections from the author’s experience. The fabrications may be included in future editions. I have even inserted some very carefully selected poems into places where they can “be of use.”
I may be arrogant. But, still, I honestly think a ruminative digestion of this sandwich by much of the population can make a difference in whether civilization manages to regain enough sanity to choose to continue sanely or self destruct.
One might think the book has pages of sources. It does not. But, it does have many. They validate. They inspire a great deal of additional interesting reading. Many of the sources are internet pages. Some of them may be gone by the time you get to them. If you really want a gone source, use the WayBackMachine and return to July, 2010. (waybackmachine.org)
—be well, be aware—