A Bronx Fail

In case you missed it (and I don’t know how you could if you’re a News Hound like your beloved ThoughtMarauder)


but in June of last month, a 28 year old bartender named Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (no relation to Hernan Cortez, explorer and destroyer of the Aztec civilization – or is she..hmmm)



narrowly defeated incumbent Joe Crowley to win the Democratic Party Primary nomination in New York’s 14th Congressional District – primarily representing the Bronx. She will be running against Republican Alex Pappas in November, although most expect that election to be a Dog and Pony Show


given the fact that registered Democrats outnumber Republicans 6 to 1. Mr. Pappas’ candidacy appears to be in theory only, since he has not yet filed any paperwork with the Federal Election Committee which would allow him to raise funds. Nor has he created a campaign website or associated social media pages.

Comrade Ocasio-Cortez’ election in November seems assured.

Oh, I’m sorry  🙁  Did I neglect to mention she is a member of the Democratic Socialists of America? Shame on me.


Ms. Ocasio-Cortez endorses the following policies:

Abolish ICE (Open Borders)

Assault Weapons Ban (Repeal of the 2nd Amendment / Gun Confiscation)


Universal Government Employment (Nationalize Industry, destroy Capitalism and re-distribute Wealth)

A $15 an hour Minimum Wage (The laws of labor supply and demand dictate wages –         not Big Government fiat)

Medicare for All (Everyone hates Medicare – especially those already on it. Universal        Medical Misery for all)


The Bronx district she is poised to represent has experienced radical demographic changes since career politician Joe Crowley was first elected there 20 years ago – it used to be a predominantly White district ( think Archie Bunker) – now it’s over 46% Hispanic, many of whom are not even legal US citizens ( think Chico and the Man).

These are some of the poor and downtrodden she hopes to elevate via her above-mentioned policies:

and who can forget these fine young citizens of New York’s 14th Congressional District:



The Bernie Bro’s and the Mainstream Media are casting her upset victory as the future trajectory of American politics, neglecting to mention that she beat incumbent Joe Crowley by slightly more than 4,000 votes. The total voter turnout in the Primary was 27,658 – she collected 15,897 votes to his 11,761 votes. There are 691,715 residents in New York’s 14th Congressional District. The total voter turnout represents less than 5% of the residents of that district.

This is hardly a mandate for fundamentally transforming a Free Nation of over 320 million people into a Democratic Socialist / Communist paradise. What her election represents is a girl on the ball who saw a political weakness in her opponent and exploited it.

Nothing more.

How did she do it?


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


By touching people, that’s how. She knocked on doors, chatted people up on the street, went to local events and shook hands with the voters. Incumbent Joe Crowley was so assured of victory that he neglected to even visit his own district during the run-up to the Primary vote. In fact, he sent a surrogate to represent him in a debate with Ms. Ocasio-Cortez because he was too “busy” in Washington to speak with his own constituents.

The ThoughtMarauder abhors her politics, but admires her drive. She proved once again that “all politics is local.”

So what happens now?

Well, it turns out that although Mr. Crowley lost the Democratic Primary, he’ll still appear on the ballot in November as the representative of the Working Families Party – a group not ideologically far removed from the Democratic Socialists of America. New York has a byzantine Primary process that I won’t even attempt to explain, but you can read about it here if you’re a political junkie like the ThoughtMarauder. (I know it’s a CNN article, but they only report Fake News when it applies to their political opposition). Anyway, it’s entirely possible that the constituents of the 14th District – who are accustomed to voting for Mr. Crowley – will show up on Election Day and cast their vote for him, rather than Ms. Ocasio-Cortez, feeling they were as blind-sided by her Primary win as Mr. Crowley was. It will be very interesting to see if the voters of the 14th District elect a change-agent like Ms. Ocasio-Cortez, or opt for the comfort of Mr. Crowley’s continued representation.

If Ms. Ocasio-Cortez wins, expect the Media to hoist her upon their shoulders and parade her around as the “future of American Politics” despite the fact she’s dumber than a box of rocks. She graduated with a BA in Economics and International Relations from Boston College, although you wouldn’t know it by watching this interview (no, not this parody video) and listening to her 10th grade level understanding of Economics, International Policy and basic human nature. If the Democratic Party, or the Democratic Socialist Party think their barely disguised Communist Manifesto is gonna fly in Flyover Country, they’ve got another thing comin’

However, if Mr. Crowley wins the Primary as the candidate of the Working Families Party (where he’ll undoubtedly caucus with the Democrats) expect a total Progressive Civil War for the philosophical soul of the Party, the likes of which haven’t been seen since..


The ThoughtMarauder will address what he thinks will happen next in the Great Progressive schism in a future Post..


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]






Shitty by the Bay

The problem with governing by “Feelings” is that “Feelings” never End.

The consequences of “Feel Good” legislation are inevitable.

For example:

“It’s mean and cruel to hunt animals” so all Hunting is banned. The “Feels Good” people are happy. High Fives!


Animal populations inevitably explode. Animals cruelly starve to death because so many of them are competing for limited food resources. Animals invade human habitats in search of food. Pets are killed. Citizens are attacked.

Something must be done.

Hunting is re-instated and the Natural Order of Things is restored.

For example:

“The Police are cruel Fascist Nazis who murder the innocent and put the innocent in jail” so Police departments are dis-banded. Prisons are emptied. Laws are unnecessary because now everyone’s equal and full of Love for their Fellow Man! Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya! Utopia ensues!



(Just kidding). Anarchy ensues. Murder, Rape, Theft, Chaos. The Law of the Jungle reigns. Survival of the Fittest is the new unwritten law.

Something must be done.

Policing is re-instated and the Natural Order of Things is restored.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


The “Feels Good” people should not be entrusted to run anything because A) they refuse to understand the Nature of Some People or B) they are incapable of understanding The Nature of Some People and C) faced with the failure of their own policies they are incapable of exercising the Will required to rectify the problem they caused.

When you offer a life of drug-using, food vouchering, tent-living street-leisure to Some People, you can bet that Some People will show up to take advantage of your offer. You can also bet they’re gonna tell their friends who are gonna tell their friends who are gonna tell their friends etc..etc..etc..

For example, this..





Can you say Third World country? Talk about a Shithole!

Such a (once) beautiful town. It was immortalized in a song 40 years ago by a little band called Journey. It’s called Lights..


The ThoughtMarauder tinkered, er, uh, stinkered, with the lyrics a little bit to give it more of a modern feel..Please sing along!

When their pants go down in the City

And their poop stinks up the Bay

Pee Ew, The Mayor don’t care ‘bout my City

Pee Ew, Pee Ew, Pee Ew ew  ew


So you think it’s smelly

Hell, I’ve got some on my shoe

I want to get out of this Shithole by the Bay

Pee Ew,  Pee Ew,  Pee Ew ew ew


It’s bad, so gross, there are piles everywhere around me

It smells like a farm

Oh the flies, flies, flies, flies

Pee Ew, Pee Ew, Pee Ew ew ew


What a sad sad song..SMH


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]



Wax On, Wax Off

Athletes are renowned for their athletic prowess – throwing the Ball


catching the Ball, running with the Ball, hitting the Ball


kicking the Ball – but regrettably they are also well-known for their lack of financial acumen.

The ThoughtMarauder read this story today about yet another athlete holding out for more money. As you well know I am a total Capitalist and have no issue with the salaries Athletes earn. In a free market system everyone gets as much money as their talents will command.

What troubles me about these never-ending “holdouts” is the selfishness and un-professionalism. Again, everyone should get paid what their worth. But when an athlete conducts their business this way it’s a big “Fuck You” to your teammates, coaches and owners. By “holding out” of training camp and the first few games of the season you deprive the team of its ability to create the timing necessary for on-field success. That success can only be forged through the kind of multiple repetitions gained in training camp and the pre-season.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


An athlete can attend these camps and pre-season events and STILL be in negotiations with Team Management regarding his salary. I think it actually enhances the athletes case by providing visual evidence of his ability AND making a statement about his commitment to the team and his professionalism.

Basically, “holding out” screams “I care more about me than I do about the success of the team.” Other players notice this attitude and I imagine some of them wonder why they should go the extra mile to help this guy succeed when he cares more about himself than the success of the team.

Can you say “Goodbye team chemistry!”?

It’s this kind of “Sports Mercenary” attitude that has, in the ThoughtMarauder’s less than humble opinion, contributed to the overall decline of Professional Team Sports in America.


“Why should I, as a Fan, root for this guys success when he doesn’t give a shit about “my” team? He’s only here for the money, and his holdout caused us to lose two games at the start of the season which resulted in our missing the playoffs this year!”

Additionally, it’s often the guys who spend more time doing “the money grab” who end up bankrupt and destitute not long after their playing careers are over. Consider this list (and remember this is just a tiny fraction of a huge total).

With that in mind, look at this article I found while combing through FUTURE headlines this morning:

Report: Le’Veon Bell to skip Cleaning camp again..

July 18 2028:

Car Wash employee Le’Veon Bell didn’t get the long-term wash-and-wax deal he was hoping for, and he apparently isn’t going to put in any extra time.

According to Vince Young of WorkingAtTheCarWash.com, Bell’s plan at the moment is to skip cleaning camp “but be ready for the regular car washing season.”

There’s also no plan to skip regular car washing weeks, likely because doing so would be forfeiting $85.20 a week and his quest for more money isn’t furthered by leaving wet piles of it on the carwash floor.

There’s also the question of how ready for the regular car washing season he’ll be without cleaning camp.

Last year, he cleaned 52 cars for 180 dollars in his first three days after staying away from cleaning camp and the carwash preseason, looking like a guy who needed a month to get his cleaning game up to league speed.


He can listen to this badass funky groove from Rose Royce while he’s “Workin’ at the Car Wash.” Dig that wicked Bass thump!

Wax On..Wax Off..


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]



The Death of Shame

Like you, there’s nothing the ThoughtMarauder enjoys more than a good laugh.

Remember the time we watched that show where a bunch of comedians told those hysterical jokes about the Holocaust ovens, the 9/11 attacks and the physically and mentally handicapped.


Good Times!

We didn’t think it was possible to find a topic even funnier than those, did we?

We were wrong 🙁

My sincerest thanks to Ms. Wolf for reminding us that there’s nothing funnier than Abortion comedy.


You will find no greater champion of Free Speech than me. It truly is one of the virtues that makes us the Greatest Nation on Earth – bar none.

And, because I, you, we, support this right, it means we must allow fellow Americans to express their views in whatever  form they choose.

Ms. Wolf has chosen “comedy”? to express her views on abortion.

She is free to do so.

And I am free to think – and say – that this may be the most vile and repugnant thing it’s ever been my displeasure to watch.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


Abortion is a terrible, tragic thing. I’m not going to dive into the politics or morality of it now, because that’s not the purpose of this post.

What I do want to address is the giant empty space in this woman’s body where a soul should be.

How does someone sit down and start brainstorming abortion jokes? Has she not seen the trashbags full of fetuses in various stages of development before they are tossed into the hazardous waste bin at her local abortion clinic (can you say Kermit Gosnell?)? Has she not spoken to any of the women who years after their abortions live lives of guilt and regret? Has she not spoken to any of the men who discovered after the fact that the child they helped create was aborted without their knowledge?

In a free society these are the things we must allow others to say – as it should be. But by speaking in such cavalier terms about something as precious as Life, she reveals a callousness about herself (and those that support her view) that leads down the troubled path of Eugenics, Euthanasia and Death Panels – because if it’s okay to extinguish Life at the beginning, why not end it in the middle or sometime near the end?

Where does it end?

Holocaust indeed..


I don’t know anything about Ms. Wolfs’ personal life. I don’t know if she has children of her own, or nieces and nephews – but I wonder how she feels when she holds an infant in her arms. Does she think they should be thrown away as conveniently – and with as little regard – as the trash from her Egg McMuffin?


Exit question: What is more disturbing? The person who creates and delivers this “comedy” or the people in the audience who laugh with her?


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]


Perception isn’t always Reality

Perhaps you’re familiar with this story – perhaps not. If all you knew about it was what you see on the video, along with the whiny commentary of a random, lisping LA fag, you might easily let your eyes and ears lull you into believing this is “another” example of excessive force by Law Enforcement Officials.

Well, it’s not..

The genteel professional looking woman driving the nice car is a 25 year old woman named Amber Neal.

What crime could such a sweet young woman have committed to warrant such an “over-the-top” response by the LAPD? Maybe she had a rear brakelight out, maybe she didn’t come to a full stop at a STOP sign? Maybe she’s guilty of DWB?


Or maybe she was involved with two men in a plot to kidnap two actors from their Los Angeles home, put bags over their heads, drive them back to Compton, strip the male actor naked, cut his dick off (this is alleged – not yet confirmed), gouge out one of his eyes (confirmed), place him in a bathtub for over 30 hours while the terrified actress is driven around to different banks and forced to make repeated withdrawals from her bank account as ransom to release her boyfriend.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


And maybe the “innocent” woman in the video drove the actress back to her LA home to get her checkbook so she could write a $10,000 check to the kidnappers, which she did. Fortunately for the kidnapped actress she was able to escape from the “innocent” woman in the video and inform the “evil” police about the crime and describe to them the car and a description of the “innocent” woman.

Yeah, maybe that’s the crime she was stopped for.

When this story first appeared yesterday the Twitter Mob


grabbed the pitchforks and torches they keep next to their keyboards and set out to describe the video as another validation of their anti-police narrative. What they failed to do (as always) was gather all of the facts surrounding the arrest and upon completion of the gathering, offer useful, insightful and thoughtful analysis.

Expect this story to disappear from view very quickly because it doesn’t fit the progressive “all cops are violent Nazis” narrative.


There will also be no apologies issued today from the Mob for ignorant comments made yesterday, not even a Thank You to the LAPD for removing this dangerous criminal (and her two accomplices) from the street.

The ThoughtMarauder, however, is happy to issue a hearty Thank You to Law Enforcement Officers everywhere in America. Every law-abiding American appreciates the work that you do.

Keep up the good work – and stay safe.pytd4dkBnr3ttCTr3LBYhABGBf3kYt-2314-front_1400x.png

Exit question: Will this be treated as a hate-crime because the perpetrators are Black and victims are White?

LOL..of course not.


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]





Stoplight Zombies of the Digital Age

No..No..No..That’s not the name of a new Alternative Band



Stoplight Zombies are an A.D.D-saturated, digitally re-mastered, new form of 21st century Life found everywhere on Earth (except perhaps the Australian Outback and the jungles of Africa).



These Digital Zombies have mutated to adapt to their environments – witness the Bar Zombies


the Bro Zombies


the Bra Zombies


The Walking Zombies



I could go on and on and on describing the many different adaptations of this new digitohominid, but there are way too many to list. I am limited to 100,000 words in this blog format.

Most of these mutants are relatively harmless. Sometimes they’ll spill a drink on themselves or walk face-first into a utility pole, but no one else suffers for their obliviosity.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


Not so with this digital dolt however. You know the one.



Of course I don’t have to tell you about the Stoplight Zombies, because surprise surprise…………

YOU are one of THEM!!!

How do I know?

Easy..I was behind you at that stoplight this morning, so don’t try to deny it.

I saw your face in the reflection of your cellphone while you were power-scrolling through your Facebook and taking duckface selfies.


You thought you could get away with it because you know this stoplight like the back of your hand. It’s a long one – almost two minutes. You always hope you don’t make this light because it gives you one more chance to get a good hit from that hand-held digital crackpipe..


It felt good to escape from the world for just a minute or two, didn’t it?

You laughed at the pictures of Cats sitting in funny positions

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wondered whether you could pull off this recipe

then secretly hated yourself because you knew you couldn’t – and even if you did – it wouldn’t look anything like the video.

You quickly forgot about it because you read a very inspirational “You Go Grrrll!!” meme


Then, just as you were preparing to see how many Likes you got from the selfie you took at the gym last night..HONKHONKHONKHONK..the guy behind you – it was ME – honks his horn and drags you right out of the Facebook vortex and back to reality.


You dropped your phone in your lap, looked up and saw the light was green, wondered for a second how long it had been green, looked quickly in the rear view mirror to see if the person behind you was gonna go all road-rage on you and then hauled ass through the light.

You didn’t even care how many people didn’t make the light because of your inaction.

So thoughtless..


I cursed you long after you were gone, even while I was stopped at the next stoplight checking my Instagram. My feed was packed with great content.

I had a total Phoner!


..at least until the person in the car behind me honked their horn and killed my mojo.

I dropped my phone in my lap, looked up and saw the light was green, wondered for a second how long it had been green, looked quickly in the rear view mirror to see if the person behind me was gonna go all road-rage on me and then hauled ass through the light.

I didn’t even care how many people didn’t make the light because of my inaction.

I’m so thoughtless..




Here’s a fun little song parody for you to sing while you’re stuck at the next traffic light. Think Eleanor Rigby (righteous props to The Beatles) –


Ah, look at all the Stoplight Zombies

Ah, look at all the Stoplight Zombies


Digital Zombies, stare at their phones

while their stopped at the light

They know its not right

Checking their Facebook, until they hear

the loud sound of a horn

Were they watching Porn?


All the Stoplight Zombies

Where do they all come from?

All the Stoplight Zombies

Why can’t they move along?


Digital Zombies, tap out the words

Of dull Posts that no one will read

On their NewsFeed

Oh Shit it’s green now, you better wake up

And put your foot on the gas

You oblivious Ass!


All the Stoplight Zombies

Where do they all come from?

All the Stoplight Zombies

Why can’t they move along?


Ah, look at all the Stoplight Zombies

Ah, look at all the Stoplight Zombies


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]




Ol’ King Corn

It’s said you can tell a lot about a man by the enemies he makes..

If that’s true then Scott Pruitt, Director of the Environmental Protection Agency


must be doing something right because everyone profiting from the Great Ethanol Boondoggle is out to get him.




Two reasons spring immediately into the ThoughtMarauder’s peanut-sized brain –

  1. Because the Ethanol Business is quite possibly the most epic Grift in Modern American history. Think of it as a government (oops) taxpayer-funded feelgood orgy where everyone (Lobbyists, Middle-America politicians, oil refiners and Big Food) gets a big cash nut – everyone but you of course. All you get is the bill, if that makes you feel any better.

Can you say Cornholed?


Corn Ethanol was introduced over 40 years ago with two noble goals – improving Air quality and enhancing our national security by reducing our reliance on oil imports from around the world – most notably the Middle East.                                                                                                                                                                                                          9257767-14782274.jpg

The use of Corn as a bio-fuel was lauded by all when it was first introduced. It was understood at the time that it was only Phase 1 of a multi-phase process to incorporate and convert other more efficient natural resources into bio-fuels. Resources such as sugarcane, wheat, algae and switchgrass to name only a few. They are much better candidates for conversion because they are more naturally abundant and require much less energy to convert into fuel.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


Sadly, what was supposed to be a short-term bridge to better, cheaper, cleaner fuel quickly turned into a disaster for everyone – the taxpayer, the environment and the alternative-sourced bio-fuel industry – everyone that is except for the above-mentioned groups who are profiting enormously from the Corn-Ethanol industry (thanks to government subsidies and the RFS (Renewable Fuel Standard)). They are keeping the corpse of this unwanted and un-needed boondoggle alive.                                                                                                                                                                                                          15393288929_db0e6f60d5_b.jpg                                                                                                                                                          Director Pruitt, to his credit, is determined to reduce or eliminate the EPA mandate that costs each American approximately .40c per gallon to subsidize, requires more energy to produce than it creates, has produced no measurable reductions in CO2 emissions – and most importantly – no one wants or uses!

Honestly, have you – or anyone you know – ever actually filled their tank with E85 fuel at the gas station?

2. Every four years the eyes of the Nation focus on Iowa because it’s the site of the first Presidential caucuses. Every candidate knows if he’s going to survive the crowded field of candidates he must do one thing – Kiss Ol’ King Corn’s Ass. Whether the candidate believes the subsidies and mandates are warranted in his political heart are of no consequence. If he wants to survive Iowa, he better support it!


The corn-ethanol industry needs to die. The only one interested in burying it is Director Pruitt. He is up against formidable adversaries with billions of dollars at their disposable. They will stop at nothing – short of murder? I suppose – to put an end to his efforts.

Witness these recent manufactured “scandals” intended to force him to resign or be fired by President Trump –

  • Asked the former Speaker of the Virginia House to pen a Letter of Recommendation to the University of Virginia Law School on behalf of his daughter. (This letter was requested prior to his appointment to be Director of the EPA).
  • Members of his EPA staff allege they had to set up meetings with wealthy people, arrange travel plans and try to get him tickets and access to Washington Nationals baseball games. (Am I missing something or aren’t these all things assistants are expected to do?)
  • Director Pruitt managed to secure 50-yard line tickets to the Rose Bowl for the National Championship Game between Oklahoma and Georgia for less than the cost of tickets on the secondary market. (How are we going to survive as a nation with this enormous cloud of scandal above us – OH MY!!) A bigger scandal is how the hell did Georgia ever get into the National Championship anyway? Hmmm
  • Most damningly, he’s been accused of eating more than twice a week at the White House cafeteria. Seriously?!

This is what happens when you take on the Swamp. If you don’t destroy them – they’ll destroy you.

Only the Brave carry on..


I thought about linking to this funny Cornholing article, but I decided not to..



The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]



The Fall of the House of Bilderberg

As loyal readers will recall I hitched a ride to the Bilderberg Conference with Bill Gates and Hank Kissinger because my former personal assistant Armando


neglected to order Beluga Caviar for the Rocinante – my private jet.



Yes. I know. The resemblance IS amazing.

Anyway, I intended to return to the United States the same way I arrived, but events and actions (my own) at the conference put the kibosh on those plans.

Bill snubbed me and suggested I find another way home. Hank was kinder. Before they climbed aboard Bill’s jet, Hank shook my hand, slapped my shoulder a couple of times and said in the best Country & Western accent he could summon “Atta boy Cowboy. I’m proud of ya. You did good.”

I was touched.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


The conference started well enough for the majority of attendees. They were pleased to see the cool reception President Trump received at the G7 meeting in Canada. After all, to them, he is the greatest obstacle to One World Government they’ve encountered since the reign of Ronaldus Maximus.


Nothing throws a wrench into the machine of the New World Order more than a man who embraces the power of the Individual over the power of the Collective. It’s understood by most attendees (excluding your beloved ThoughtMarauder of course) that empowering the Middle Class is a yuuuuge no-no if you’re intent on World Domination.

I did a lot of hand-shaking and gossiping the first two days of the conference (you’d be scandalized if I told you what Ursula (that’s Ursula von der Leyen, the German Minister of Defense) told me about Mutti Merkel.

Can you say Mommy Dearest?



It wasn’t until Saturday (Day 3 of the conference) that the party got fun for me. I was invited to participate in a discussion regarding Populism in Europe. One of the few things I like about the Bilderberg Conference (besides the Maid service ;-7)


is their adherence to what’s known as the Chatham House Rule:

“When a meeting, or part thereof, is held under the Chatham House Rule, participants are free to use the information received, but neither the identity nor the affiliation of the speaker(s), nor that of any other participant, may be revealed.”

In other words, attendees may speak freely, confident that anything they say will remain within the confines of the room.

I listened attentively while


the Secretary of State of Vatican City – the second most powerful man in the Catholic Church behind only Pope Francis – decried the turning away at sea of over 600 “refugees” from Libya. He carried on about the “dignity of all human beings” and our “moral obligation” to assist those in need. The Cardinal was joined in his lamentations by a former Kenyan-American politician (whose name you won’t find on the “official” list of attendees) who chimed in about the “outrageous” expulsion order given to 60 imams and their families, and the closing of seven mosques by the Austrian Government.” Others around the table chimed in with their support. I heard the terms “islamophobes, racists” and “xenophobes” being kicked around by a room full of obscenely rich white people (excluding the Kenyan) whose only exposure to the Glory of Diversity is when they walk across their Turkish Rug


on the way to their desk in their estates far removed from the Diversity they publicly claim to support.

Diversity for thee


But not for me



I smiled and listened quietly while they bemoaned setback after setback of their plan to rid the World of national borders and eliminate the Middle Class.

When the room finally quieted down, Mark Carney, Governor of The Bank of England


cheered the room up by reminding them of the successful apprehension, silencing and imprisonment of Tommy Robinson – the Middle Class Englishman who has been leading a crusade (heh) against muslim rape gangs and their campaign of terror against thousands of young English girls – some as young as 8 and 9.

Despite their collective desire to enjoy my silence, they were compelled by Bilderberg rules – which dictate that everyone in attendance offer their opinions or find themselves unofficially uninvited to future soiree’s – to hear me speak.

I looked around the room and offered a fact – “there are a lot of really smart people sitting here, but not one of them has a lick of common sense.”

Audrey Azoulay, the Director-General of UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific, Cultural Organization) the Leader of our roundtable, spoke up immediately and chastised me for insulting the other members in attendance and demanded an apology.


I told her she could expect one immediately after I – and millions and millions of others like me – received an apology from her and the others at this table for attempting to destroy the cultural heritage of America and Western Europe by flooding them with uneducated, uncivilizable Third World people.

The Cardinal slammed his fist on the table, “this is an outrage! I won’t listen to this!”

“Suit yourself,” I said and carried on. “There’s not a person in this room, or this building, who personally gives a shit about any of the Abdul Hussein Mohammeds or Humumba Bugabes or Carlos Roberto Sanchez’s of the world. They only have agency to you as pawns to over-run your own countries to bring about the One World Government you’re all so keen on.

“How dare you!? ” said the Kenyan-American. He stood up and acted as though he were going to come around to my side of the table and get Red with me.


I strode confidently around the table and was prepared to meet him with fisticuffs.


Fortunately for him, my friend Hank Kissinger intervened. We deferred to his powers of persuasion and returned to our respective sides of the table.

I began again.

“The condescension you apply to the very people you claim to support is stunning. If the people of Africa, Central and South America and the Middle East are so desirable, how is it they have failed to organically create anything resembling a modern society without the aid – financial, technological, political and otherwise – of the nations represented in this room. Do you think the Civilization Fairy is gonna wave a magic wand and these people are going to magically become productive members of your New World Order? They can’t even dig a fucking Well without Western assistance. And you think they’re going to take the jobs of  the White Middle Class you seek to destroy?”

I stopped to take a breath, then carried on again.

“If they were inherently capable of organically creating high-functioning governments, technological advancements and civil society, there would be no reason for the Bilderberg organization to exist.

But they’re not.

Audrey, tell me how many UNESCO groups do you send each year to Canada? or the U.S.? or the UK? or the Netherlands?”

I didn’t wait for her to reply.

“None. That’s how many.


Because our countries are all high-functioning nations, that’s why!  We don’t need the people of other nations to take care of us.”

I stopped and looked around the room. Only Hank seemed to have the glimmer of understanding in his eyes. I wasn’t surprised. He’s been around long enough to know that wishing all people were equal in Intellect and Civility – and that they all wanted the exact same things we do – was a fools game only played by children – and politician’s.

I could’ve gone on for hours with real-world examples of their folly but it would’ve been pointless.

So I ended with this –

“At this very moment, while I’m speaking, 80,000 mostly military-age men from Syria, Turkey etcetera etcera are marching through Eastern Europe


on their way to your country, Thomas (he is the CEO of Airbus SE headquartered in Germany), and your country, Charles (Prime Minister of Belgium). To all of your nations,” I said and pointed to all of them. “500 years ago your ancestors, the ones who built this continent with their blood, sweat and brains, would have recognized this as an invasion and acted accordingly. They would have taken up arms to protect their nation, their wives, their children, their culture and their way of life.


But you “men” here, you roll out the Welcome Mat. I can’t even imagine the depths of self-loathing and civilizational masochism that makes you believe that cultural suicide is in anyway acceptable.

For God’s sake! Why won’t you stand up like Men and defend what is yours!

All of you are working toward a One World Government with the purpose of ending all wars and suffering, but what you’re doing is creating an environment where war is inevitable. People are Tribal – not racist.

Always have been – always will be.

The fire is starting and the War is coming. And it’s gonna be an ugly war. There will be fighting in the streets with sticks and knives. And after they’ve expelled the people you’ve welcomed in, they’re gonna come for all of you. Mark my words. They are gonna come for each of you for making this happen.

Every last one of you is gonna swing – or kneel.”

Can you say Viva la Revolution?

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Bastille Day isn’t just a great song

– it’s your future.”

I was tired. I thanked everyone for allowing me to speak and then quietly left the room.

Niroki gave me a wonderful massage


after I returned to my simple room


to help me relax after the stress of the day.

I was looking forward to participating in the Current Events roundtable on Sunday Morning but when I arrived at the conference room I was informed by the security guard manning the entrance that I was no longer on the Attendee’s List.

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It crossed my mind, just for a moment, to ask why I’d been uninvited, but I knew why. Once again the ThoughtMarauder stepped on too many toes. About 10 of them by my count.

I shook the young man’s hand and turned to head back to my room.

“Sir,” I heard him say.


He offered me his hand.

I took it.

“Thank you. On behalf of all the guards and staff here. Thank you. We heard what you said yesterday. And you’re right. We’ve all had enough.”

“You’re welcome,” I said and peeked at the name on his badge, “George. I call ’em like I see ’em.”

“I’m protecting these people today, but a year from now,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, “who knows? I’m part of the #Resistance,” he said with a stern smile.

I winked at him.

“#MeToo, George, #MeToo.”

I retired to my room. I discharged Niroki and Nadia so I could relax alone.

What swell girls they were.

I flipped on the TV and watched the Reds game. When everything else fails, there’s always Baseball.


It’s the calm eye of the perpetual hurricane that never stops swirling around us.

We won 6 to 3 over the hated Cardinals – but we’re still in last place.

There’s always next year – isn’t there???




The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]













..After the Thrill

“Oh Yeah, Life goes on,

Long after the thrill of livin’ is gone”

I was 17 in 1982 when this song came out – the lines meant nothing to me then – and there’s no reason why they should have. They were just a clever rhyme – nothing more.

But they weren’t intended to have meaning to a kid.

The words were written for those who’ve lived long enough to look back and see more of Life’s road behind them than in front of them.

When you’re young, life is exciting and full of promise (and promises).

What’s more thrilling than your first kiss, your first love affair,


your first apartment and your first adult job?

All of Life is in front of you. You’re certain you’ll travel across Europe, backpack slung over shoulder, collecting adventures.


Fame and Fortune aren’t probabilities or possibilities – they are inevitable. How you’ll attain them may be uncertain – but they WILL come.

How do you know?

Because you have TIME..and with TIME all things are possible.

The funny – and sad – thing about TIME, though, is it’s relentless nature. It steals from you – constantly. Not in large denominations of $20 or $50 or $100 dollars like a bank robber.


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]



TIME is a nickel and dime thief. TIME picks your pocket, imperceptibly, and before you realize what TIME has taken you discover you’re 50-something years old.


After 50 (please don’t misinterpret what I’m about to write) the Thrill of Living is Gone – that doesn’t mean Life is over – it just means activities that once were Thrilling are replaced by something more meaningful..

Simple pleasures..

The first cup of coffee in the morning, a cigar and a drink shared with an old friend


the smiles of children, the wrinkles on your wife’s face that mirror your own, the first scent of fresh-cut grass in April that reminds you of younger days.

Today’s Post was inspired by the recent Deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain by their own hand.


May they both find the Peace in death they were unable to find in Life..

The living can never know with certainty what profound sadness possesses a Person of Years to take their own Life. We can only speculate.

I wonder if there isn’t an element of Boredom married to Nihilism involved in that final, Fatal decision. A kind of “I’ve been there, done that, I don’t have that many years left anyway and it’s too late in my life to recover from this failed marriage or relationship or financial loss etc..so who cares.”

Perhaps, for them, the Simple Pleasures were not enough to sustain them when the Thrill of Living was gone..

**If you – or someone you Love – are struggling with depression and having thoughts of suicide, please, please, please consider contacting the National Suicide Prevention Hotline**


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]


My Bilderberg Diary..Genesis

For those of you unaware of the genesis of the Bilderberg Group let me give you a brief history –

The meetings were first held at the Bilderberg Hotel in the Netherlands in 1954 (hence the name)


with the intent to counter increasingly anti-American sentiment amongst some leaders of Western Europe by promoting shared Democratic goals.

The original plan was to invite one “Liberal” and one “Conservative” member from each Western European nation drawn from a pool of “elite” individuals representing different segments of society – Academia, the Media, Industry and Finance. The goal was to find common ground on political, economic and defense issues.

It didn’t take long for conspiracists to come to their own conclusions regarding the “real purpose” of the Bilderberg Group – world domination and the creation of a New World Order.

Who could blame them? When 120 to 150 of the wealthiest and most influential people on Earth gather for a secret pow-wow lasting four days once a year and not one note is taken or interview given, people are bound to think what they will.

And they’re not wrong!

The stated goal of many attendees over the years confirms the conspiracy theorists assertions.

From Bilderberg attendee David Rockefeller –

“For more than a century ideological extremists at either end of the political spectrum have seized upon well-publicized incidents such as my encounter with Castro to attack the Rockefeller family for the inordinate influence they claim we wield over American political and economic institutions. Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as ‘internationalists’ and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure–one world, if you will. If that’s the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.”


and from Denis Healey, an original Steering Committee Member –

“To say we were striving for a one-world government is exaggerated, but not wholly unfair. Those of us in Bilderberg felt we couldn’t go on forever fighting one another for nothing and killing people and rendering millions homeless. So we felt that a single community throughout the world would be a good thing.”

On the surface, One World Government doesn’t seem so bad does it – one set of agreed upon Laws applied equally to all, an end to all wars caused by ethnic nationalism, religion and natural resources. Jobs and housing and healthcare for all.

Can you say Utopia..or Shangri-La..or Heaven on Earth!


Sure you can………Comrade.

You CAN have it all..All you have to give up is your freedom, your voice and your vote.

Your elite betters know what’s best for you so just sit back and let them do what’s necessary to bring this perfect society to fruition.

How will they achieve it?


The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]


Open your eyes, it’s happening all around you.

Destruction of the Middle Class is the highest priority because they are the hardest to control.


Because the Poor can be bought and the Rich benefit from the decline.

How do you destroy the Middle Class?

  1. Introduce drugs into their midst. Normalize drug use. Legalize Marijuana. Allow the Government to authorize the creation and prescription of Opioid-based painkillers they know are highly addictive.


Cutoff the prescriptions leaving the users addicted with no alternative but Heroin to satisfy their need. Their deaths are eventual. In 2015 over 62,000 Americans, primarily Middle Class, died of Heroin overdoses.

2) Eliminate national borders. America and Europe are being flooded with Third World people.


As American and European birthrates decline, due to apathy and selfishness, Third World “immigrants” have an average of six children per couple. In fifty years America and Europe will be ethnically and demographically non-existent

3) Take away their jobs. Millions of manufacturing jobs have left the United States for other countries – Textiles, Automobiles, Steel etc..and what jobs are left are low-skilled/no-skilled low-paying jobs happily taken by the Third World “migrants”.


4) Make them doubt their own morality. Attack God and Christianity. Promote un-natural behavior as the norm



5) Promote moral decay through Video Games –


Music –


Is it a coincidence that Suicide, Drug Overdoses and Alzheimer’s Disease – from poor diet – another part of the plan) are the only 3 increasing causes of Death in the United States since the turn of the Century?

When the World stops making sense, some people just check out. Sad..

Members of the Bilderberg Group are patient. They know it will take several generations for their efforts to pay off – but they believe it’s in the best interests of the planet (and more importantly themselves and their offspring) so they will wait until the Middle Class becomes extinct. Once they are gone – our Elite betters will have the Earth to themselves.

It’s a great (in theory, not in practice) plan – with only one flaw. Suppose someone comes along who champions the Middle Class and fights for them and their jobs and their nation and their national character.

Can you say President Donald J. Trump!


He may not be the Hero the Middle Class expected, but he’s the Hero they need..


The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]