WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

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This post will cover the rest of my year of 1988. I got off the witness stand in the last week of November as a changed man, which I discussed in the previous post. I went back to my job in the San Fernando Valley, reconciling a garnishment account for Pinkerton, in its basement. It was difficult to concentrate in the weeks after my testimony. Having my face rubbed in evil was not easy to deal with. Also, as people will learn if they read Dennis’s books, in my public presentations I am leaving out the most spectacular and painful parts of my experience in Ventura. When more people die, I will be free to write about that.

I can never write about all of this, and can just hit the highlights. I want to discuss a few more appropriate anecdotes from the preliminary hearing. That most trusted salesman in Ventura, the minister with a physics degree, who flew to Colorado with Alison to give the company away, was willing to testify for the defense. With all the experts chased off or in hiding, there was literally nobody left to testify to the technicalities of what we were doing. Dennis was afraid that he would go to prison without being able to make one defense of the technologies. That was how bad Kangaroo Court was.

When that salesman heroically wanted to testify, Ms. Prosecutor strenuously argued against it. Dennis’s attorney also seemed intimidated, and Dennis had to badger his attorney to argue for that salesman to testify. It became the best testimony on the technology that Dennis got in the preliminary hearing, and Dennis was happy that the technology was defended once.

While the prosecution paraded “experts” on the witness stand who had never seen an installation of Dennis’s heat pump, but who announced that it would not work, ten miles away was Jerry Hipple’s ranch, which had a heat pump that he and his son installed and was saving them over $5,000 a year. The prosecution avoided people like Jerry like the plague, and threatened and scared them off when they could.

Another one of the nine “victims” was such a victim that he set up a rival network and announced that he was going after free energy. He testified that his heat pump got a coefficient of performance (COP) of nine. Those were the “victims” that justified the $1 million bail and fraud prosecution. Another non-sequitur in Mr. Deputy’s affidavit for the $1 million bail was that his kit buyers would form a network that would hide him from prosecution. The logic was that his own victims would protect him. These are the kinds of behaviors that helped lead me to conclude that the greatest protection racket in the world is protecting the public. I was watching it in action.

When the preliminary hearing ended, it became a wait for the trial, and Dennis began writing the story of his life. It became the book titled My Quest. He wrote it up on legal pads and his wife typed it up. The deputies tried to prevent him from writing his book, which I will cover in the next post. Dennis’s attorney wanted big money to continue to defend Dennis, and he quit after the preliminary hearing, so Dennis had to become his own attorney.

December 1988 was the blackest month of my life and the lowest part of my journey. I was driving to Los Angeles as a temp, looking for work, and readying my bankruptcy filing.

One day in early December, Mr. Researcher called me from his hiding place, bewailing his fate. I believe that he if he had not cowered and gotten on his knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, and instead had helped us, including testifying, the case might have been dismissed at the preliminary hearing. That is a big if, with all of the pressure bought to bear, but he would have capably defended the technology, with impeccable credentials. When he did testify in 1990 at the prosecutorial misconduct hearing, Dennis later said that his testimony turned the tide.

I had one childhood friend who was very supportive throughout my ordeal in Ventura. I later realized that his interest was kind of voyeuristic. I was living through a situation that he could barely imagine. He called me one day, soon after Mr. Researcher called me, asking me what was happening. I described some of the events, and he said, “I am glad that I am not you.” I could not blame him. I was on the hot seat of hot seats.

My job search finally panned out when I was hired by medical lab, to begin as a financial analyst, making $28,000 per year. I quit my temp job two working days before I began, so that I could file for bankruptcy, which I had to do at the courthouse in downtown LA. I did that on a Friday, and would start at the lab on Monday.

When that former girlfriend repeatedly attacked me in early 1987, her final phone call was made from the home of one of my best friends, who was also one of my biggest investors. After I paid her double her money back to get rid of her, Dennis made that videotape in which the offer was made for double my investors’ money back for all of their stock or all of their money back for half their stock, and that my original guarantee of their investment was would expire with that offer. One investor took me up on it, and Wayne the professor was eager to buy out anybody. I got on the phone with that friend and begged him to take the deal. He said that he was fine and not interested in getting his money back.

On that Saturday, the day after I filed for bankruptcy, that friend called me. He lied to me about not wanting his money back, and he actually sold his shares to somebody else. I am not sure that that was legal, and it was definitely a betrayal. He called me on that Saturday to make it good, to repay those people, now that our business was extinct. I forgave my friend and told him that I would pay it off when I had the money. I could have told him tough luck, but I didn’t. I paid him out of my wages over the next several months, but years later it got back to me that he tried to justify what he did, as if I was some criminal that he got the better of. Our relationship was never the same. He was not my only shareholder that I paid off.

I began at the medical lab about a week before Christmas, and during my first week there, federal investigators arrived. They led the effort to put that lab out of business succeeding months. It was another government media alliance to put my company out of business. I think that my otherworldly “friends” were giving me both barrels on how the world really works, to make sure that I got the point.

I previously wrote how revered Dennis was among his inmates, and Dennis is a fanatical Christian. Dennis planned to throw a Christmas partly for his inmates. With the preliminary hearing, Mr. Deputy was in his triumphant phase, like some kind of mafia don. The deputies cited an infraction when they got wind of Dennis’s attempt to throw a Christmas party, and they threw Dennis in solitary confinement for a month.

But all of that was just background for why December 1988 was the worst month of my life. During that month, visions of murder danced in my head. I’ve been a pacifist since I was a teenager, but I had been provoked, to put it mildly. The thoughts in my head of how to “clean up” Ventura with a shotgun were involuntary. Several methods of murder came to me, to “settle up” with the corrupt officials. It was a nightmare to have thoughts like that. Having those thoughts the lowest part of my journey, and I felt soiled just having them. By the end of December, I had vanquished such thoughts, and I have not had violent thoughts since then.

In the book he was writing, Dennis predicted that he would not live to see this side of the bars again. It was a realistic assessment of the situation, but I did not read it until after Professor Wayne and I sprung Dennis from jail a few months later, in the biggest miracle that I ever witnessed. By early January 1989, I decided that I would do whatever I could to save Dennis’s life, and that comes next.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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In the first week of 1989, I went over to Wayne’s home and asked Dennis Lee’s wife, Alison, what I could do to help. She handed me a book. It was by a former policeman. He was a naval gunner in World War II in the Pacific, became in LAPD cop in 1946, and he bounced back and forth to Ventura County until 1970, when he was railroaded out of his career when he refused to take bribes to frame people. The author was named Gary Wean, and he fought back. His book was the chronicling of his career and subsequent battles with corrupt officials.

Gary named names. Dennis’s first attorney said that it was a “Who’s Who of Ventura County.” Gary named the fathers of boys that I grew up with, and one was a close friend. One of those fathers took bribes that were more than his annual salary. When I read that, it explained why his children were dressed so fashionably, with upscale clothing that I never wore while growing up.

I remember the trauma of reading Gary’s book the first time, and a week or so later I asked Allison for Gary’s phone number. I called Gary’s home and his wife answered. She was initially brusque and chastised me for just calling and asking for Gary. But once she realized who I was, she was very helpful, and Gary went out of his way to meet me that evening at a donut shop across the street from the County Center, which hosted the jail and the courtroom where my life changed.

I was 30 and Gary was 67 – my age today. I asked Gary if there was somewhere in American government, or anywhere, really, that I could approach for help in the evil activities in Ventura County. Gary’s advice was critical to my springing Dennis from jail a couple of months later. Gary said that nobody would help. I was on my own. In retrospect, it saved me a lot of wasted time, when time was of the essence. My next post will be my first video about my relationship with Gary. Gary survived a murder attempt in his battles with the corrupt officials in Ventura County. The officials were gangsters, which I had already learned.

Dennis called me from solitary confinement that month, and he talked about how peaceful it was and how he could get more work done, as ministering to his inmates was time-consuming. I have never met or heard of anybody else like Dennis.

I thought about Gary’s advice for a few weeks. My thinking was that the only way that they could make the fraud charges stick was to completely discredit the technologies, especially Dennis’s heat pump. I thought that if experts could testify to the heat pump and submit scientific data, then Dennis would beat the fraud charges.

I had filed bankruptcy just a month earlier and was paying off that friend that betrayed me, so I could not afford it. I approached Wayne and asked him for a $50,000 loan, for a legal fund for Dennis. I knew that I was signing my life away. A week later, in the middle of February, Wayne and his wife agreed, in a teary meeting at his office. I thought that my act might give Dennis a few percent chance of living to see this side of the bars again, as it all looked so rigged. We agreed to not tell anybody where the money came from, because who knew what those gangsters might do?

Wayne managed the money. The first thing that Wayne did was pay for Dennis to get an attorney again. I seem to recall that he paid him $5,000, but Dennis later said that it was only $500. The attorney was a college professor who had never worked in a courtroom before. But one thing that it allowed was that Dennis could again have private correspondence with the world. A cornerstone of the American legal system is attorney-client privilege, which allowed them to have private communication. Before then, the deputies read all of Dennis’s mail going in or out, listened to all of his phone calls, and the deputy who really ran the jail read all of Dennis’s drafts of his book while bragging that he was a speed reader. Dennis was able to smuggle out some chapters of the book, as Wayne’s home became a halfway house for Dennis’s inmates.

Legal mail, between attorneys and their clients, was handled differently in the jail from normal mail. Also, with an attorney, Alison became the legal runner, so she was able to spend more time with Dennis, other than the half-hour a week of visitor time that Dennis was allotted. Legal mail was supposed to be delivered to the inmate unopened. But the jail opened Dennis’s anyway. Their opening of his legal mail was the subject of one of Dennis’s more than 160 motions. The judge reprimanded the jail for opening Dennis’s legal mail. After the preliminary hearing, the case moved to Ventura County’s Superior Court, and one judge presided over the case. Before that, about ten judges presided over various aspects of Dennis’s case. Dennis was not going quietly, and he said that they assigned the case to the smartest judge in the county.

There were about 10,000 pages of discovery evidence for the case, and I previously mentioned that thousands of pages were of documents stolen from us. The jail had a rule that inmates were allowed one box to hold their papers in. Dennis needed two boxes to hold the discovery evidence. Of course, the jail tried to deny him two boxes. Dennis won that motion, and after he did, the deputy who ran the jail went to Dennis’s cell and threatened his life.

I spent a couple of weekends in January and February producing the wage and payment statements for all of our employees and contractors. I set up a table in our dining room to do that. I read the LA Times in college, read it in my LA days, and also subscribed to it then. Every Thursday, there was a section devoted Ventura County. It was only in recent years that I learned that publishing that Ventura County section put the Oxnard newspaper out of business, which was where the article came from on my mentor’s engine. In February, the Ventura County section in a Thursday’s LA Times was almost entirely devoted to Dennis. It took me an hour to read it at that table. When I finished, I said to myself, “They can make it up as they go.” In subsequent months, I watched the LA Times incessantly lie about my new employer. The next year, I heard of a new magazine titled Lies of Our Times, which was largely devoted to the lies in the New York Times, and I was so ready for its message.

In March I was busy working at my new job, as a government-media alliance tried to put it out of business. A few months later, the owner decided that he had had enough and sold his lab empire for more than $100 million and retired.

In late March, a new face appeared to help us. Norm had been the president of the factory that Dennis had lined up to make his heat pump in Seattle. Norm arrived when it still looked like Dennis would never live to see this side of the bars again. Winning a motion or two was something, but not much. Norm told me that the Rockefellers’ bank, Chase Manhattan Bank, put them out of business. I believe that it was when Dennis was flying high in Seattle, just before the attacks escalated. I doubt that it was a coincidence, and Dennis then had to build his own factory. Norm sent off to the lab in Arizona that tested his heat pump, in which it got a COP of seven. He wanted a certified test for the court. The response from the lab was startling, but not that surprising. It demonstrated more of the criminality of the sheriff’s deputies. The month after the raid, Mr. Deputy contacted that lab and told them that their test was included in Dennis’s marketing materials. The next day, another deputy wrote to the lab and stated that the test might be completely fabricated. The next month Mr. Sidekick called the lab, to say that the test was not for Dennis’s heat pump. Those were all Big Lies, which terrified the lab. None of that was in the discovery evidence, as the deputies not only hid their crimes but buried the evidence.

Not dissuaded by his stint in solitary confinement, Dennis threw an Easter party for his inmates (on March 26 that year), replete with an Easter egg hunt. Try to imagine that.

Around Easter, at one of Dennis’s hearings, the judge expressed his surprise that Dennis had not made a bail appeal. Before the preliminary hearing, Dennis made eight bail appeals. Other than the first one, when the judge lowered it from $1 million to $750,000, the appeals were all summarily rejected, accompanied by openly fraudulent reports from the probation department. This recent article on the corruption in Ventura County’s probation department was no surprise when I read it.

Dennis replied to the judge that he was still in the process of preparing one last bail appeal before trial. The judge then called for his own hearing, regarding Dennis’s “possibly excessive bail.” It was the first daylight that Dennis had seen since he was arrested, and he took advantage of it. Mr. Deputy and friends had threatened many people. He told one salesman that he could get 60 years in prison for working for our company. You can see that affidavit as Exhibit 3M in Dennis’s The Alternative, and that book is stuffed full of documentation.

When I saw Dennis in September, he told me that he and Allison baited Mr. Deputy and friends into their final crime while Dennis was in jail. He and Alison had a conversation on the phone, which the deputies were naturally listening to, and Alison said that the next legal mail would have affidavits from the people that Mr. Deputy had threatened. Dennis and Alison knew that Mr. Deputy could not help himself, and the deputies once again opened Dennis’s legal mail, to get a peek. The judge had already reprimanded them once for that. Dennis had his entire cellblock sign a statement to their witnessing his legal mail’s being delivered opened.

I took the day off from work to be at the bail hearing, to testify to Dennis’s character. I wasn’t needed. The hearing was short, sweet, and hard to believe. It was a packed courtroom.

Mr. Deputy arrived with his own attorney. The judge said that before the hearing commenced, Mr. Deputy’s attorney would like to address the court. The attorney apologized profusely, and said that opening Dennis’s legal mail was a mere clerical error. Mr. Deputy’s attorney promised that it would not happen again. The judge replied that he was sure that it wouldn’t.

The judge then remarked that the so-called victims paid about $20,000 to Dennis’s company. The judge then reduced Dennis’s bail from $750,000 to his own recognizance, with a $20,000 restitution deposit if Dennis was convicted of fraud (he wasn’t). Dennis later told me that the judge did not have a lot of choice, as the criminality of Mr. Deputy and friends was too far over the top, even for that judge.

I did not pay attention to Mr. Deputy, but Wayne did, who said that Mr. Deputy looked like he swallowed his shoe when the judge made his ruling. I never saw Mr. Deputy again. It wasn’t going to be fun for him anymore.

When Dennis got back to his cellblock and told his inmates what had happened, they carried him on their shoulders around the cellblock, to the dismay of the guards. Wayne took $20,000 from my legal fund, paid the restitution deposit, and Dennis walked out of jail on April 1, 1989, April Fool’s Day, as fate would have it. It was the biggest miracle that I ever witnessed. From solitary confinement and an astronomical bail to his release from jail, all in about two months.

When Dennis was in solitary confinement and the night was the darkest, he expected that his God would then come through. We all knew it that it was an act of divine intervention. I knew that the only way that they could kangaroo Dennis into prison and likely have him murdered there, if not beforehand, was to have him hogtied tight in jail and unable to defend himself. Dennis is the most resourceful person that I ever met, and once he was out of jail, I knew that he would be OK. Wayne and I still kept secret who his mysterious benefactor was. For the next year, it was almost fun.

I then set about digging out of my financial abyss. My wife had been attending night school to get her master’s degree in counseling, and she planned to get a doctorate. I had no interest in rebuilding the business and made it clear to Dennis, immediately after his release. The next year, I would leave my home town to put my wife through her doctoral program and I have not been back.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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In my previous post, which is the latest installment of my oral history series, Gary Wean was one of the heroes who helped me spring my partner from jail, in the biggest miracle that I ever witnessed. Gary has my eternal gratitude for that alone.

I have written about Gary for many years. I have done videos on Gary’s relationship to the JFK assassination (1), but these videos will be more on his life and our relationship.

Gary was born in the Midwest, Iowa as I recall, in 1921, and he was a naval gunner in World War II in the Pacific Theater. Like so many men in those days, Gary stayed on the West Coast after the war ended, entered Los Angeles’s police academy in 1945, and began his career in 1946.

Gary put Jewish mobster Mickey Cohen under surveillance as part of his job, and Gary saw Cohen in Jack Ruby’s company repeatedly in 1946-1947. Ruby was not the small-time nightclub owner that the Warren Commission portrayed him as, but he was a high-ranking mobster. Mobsters made Gary’s life miserable, and he lost his job because of Jewish mobster Harry Pregerson (as can be seen here) in the mid-1950s. Gary then worked as a detective in Ventura’s police department until the late 1950s, when he moved back to LA as an investigator for the district attorney.

In those days, Gary and his investigative partner saw Menachem Begin in Cohen’s company regularly, and Gary was there at the pool party where John F. Kennedy was introduced to Marilyn Monroe at the 1960 Democratic Convention as part of an intelligence and blackmail operation. Gary was at Monroe’s home on the night that she died, and Monroe was visited by her lover and Cohen underling that night, not Bobby Kennedy. Gary was certain that Monroe was murdered, likely to keep her quiet.

Gary was close friends with Audie Murphy, who was the USA’s most decorated soldier who became a movie star. Gary’s friendship with Murphy led to a meeting that they had with a frightened Senator John Tower, three weeks after the JFK assassination. Tower told them that Lee Harvey Oswald was a military-intelligence operative who was recruited by E. Howard Hunt into a CIA operation to frame Fidel Castro for an assassination attempt on John Kennedy to justify an invasion of Cuba. The leading JFK assassination theories today swirl around Oswald, Hunt, the CIA, and Cuba, and I recently heard a prominent attorney essentially tell Gary’s story, but from the Mob’s angle. The declassification of Operation Northwoods in 1997 should have removed all reasonable doubt about Gary’s story, which he first published in his 1987 book. I know of no JFK-assassination story more spectacular than Gary’s, and none have aged as well as Gary’s has, although it is still largely ignored.

In 1966, Gary moved back to Ventura County, where he became the chief investigator for Ventura County’s public defender’s office. Gary had that job until 1970, when he was asked to help frame people. It was a classic offer that he could not refuse, and when he refused it, he was railroaded out of his career. Gary did not take it lying down, and for the rest of his life, he fought back and tried to expose the criminals that run our society. He took his fight to Washington, D.C., and one of his adversaries was Joe Biden. Gary did destitute, in exile, in Oregon, in 2004.

That is a very brief version of Gary’s life. Few people have lived more heroic lives than Gary did. The next video will cover my relationship with Gary, as we were friends until he died.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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In a recent post, I described how I met Gary Wean. This post will sketch our relationship, beginning with the only time that I met Gary in the flesh. I have rarely described that meeting in a much detail before, but I will do so here.

We met at a donut shop across the street from the Ventura County’s County Center, which hosted the jail and the courtroom that changed my life. I worked at the County Center for six months before I began my career in LA. I was raised three miles away, watched the County Center and vicinity grow from groves, and I remember the walnut groves in particular.

Gary was extremely friendly, and I started off by asking what I could do to save my partner, Dennis Lee. I asked if there was somebody in government, anywhere in the USA, who could help, or any other organization, and Gary gave me the best advice that I could get, which was that nobody would help. Gary said that what we were experiencing was normal in the USA. American officialdom was one big corrupt club. I did not know it until years later that Gary had recently spent time in Washington, D.C., trying to stir things up in the wake of publishing his book in 1987. Gary delivered his book to all 100 U.S. Senators.

I suppose that we could have finished our conversation with Gary’s statement that nobody would help me, but we talked for hours, and it was mostly me listening. Gary said that the only reason why he was still alive was that he never broke the law, no matter how onerous or tempting it was. Gary said that the gangsters who ran Ventura County would have used the slightest infraction to murder him.

Gary said that he had to become his own attorney, because any attorney that he hired was soon called and threatened with disbarment. Gary said that when he made filings with the courts, the clerks often simply put his filings through the shredder, and it did not matter if he had a receipt for his filing. His filings would become “lost” or “never received.” Dennis had already had similar problems in jail. The court would “lose” the motions that he filed. I heard Dennis’s judge say that in court one day.

Gary told me that the courtroom stenographers would alter his testimony. He mentioned one incident in which he made a sensational revelation on the witness stand, and he watched the court reporter make a gesture to the judge, back up her tape, and what Gary had just said was erased from the subsequent transcript. At least it was not as bad as Rodney Stitch reported, in that the transcripts could be altered to show the opposite of what the actual testimony was. Gary said that he had testified while wearing a tape recorder, to catch them altering the transcripts.

Gary discussed incidents from his book. When he was railroaded out of his career, he bought a gas station and attached convenience store and bar and grill. Similar to how Dennis’s wrote his first book from jail and his wife typed it up, Gary drafted his book between customers at his business and his wife typed it up. Dennis and Gary had been slowed down enough to write about their adventures.

In his book, Gary described the various harassments that corrupt officials inflicted on him and his business. One of them was a surprise food inspection, to try to close down Gary’s bar and grill. The man who performed that inspection was the father of one of my closest friends. When that didn’t work, the fire department broke into his place of business and “found” an extension cord “violation.” That incident went to trial, and when Gary saw that the jury had been stacked with the relatives of firemen (he asked for a show of hands), he knew that he didn’t have a chance. He was under their thumb with probation for years, and during Dennis’s case, it became evident how corrupt the probation department was. There was probably no part of the county government that wasn’t corrupt.

Gary said that they planned to put Dennis away for many years, so that he never tried anything in the energy field again. Gary suggested that I refile my civil rights lawsuit, and after our meeting he came by my house and borrowed my lawsuit filing, which I never saw again. I didn’t really mind, as I was not about to go that route again.

The year after we met, Gary ran for Ventura County Sheriff, and the county quickly passed a law to make Gary too old to run. Gary gave Dennis an infamous Ventura County ballot that year, in which all county officials ran unopposed. Ventura County had a well-oiled corruption machine (and almost certainly still does).

I doubt that Gary and I communicated again until I wrote a book about my adventures and sent it to him, in 1992, as I recall. Gary replied via mail that he read my book twice and was enthralled by it. We had some phone calls in those years.

In 1993, Michael Collins Piper published Final Judgment, on the JFK assassination, which is the most prominent book that promoted the “Israel did it” hypothesis. My days of study began in 1989 soon after I met Gary, as I planned to prepare any expert witnesses at Dennis’s trial, and I began studying the JFK hit in 1991, probably before the movie JFK came out.

I knew that Gary had related his John Tower conversation to the best of his recollection. To me, people who doubt his testimony, thinking how he made it up, have no idea what they’re talking about. When people are looking for a reason to murder you, you don’t make up stories, especially one like that. Gary’s newsletters in his last years described how he tried to mount Congressional hearings over what Tower and others knew. I once read Gary’s paper server describe what it was like to serve John Tower. Tower panicked when he was served. But he came around and planned to testify, before his tragic 1991 “accident,” the day after John Heinz’s tragic “accident,” whom Gary was also working with. Gary did not think that those were coincidences. His friend Audie Murphy was a participant in the Tower conversation, and he also died in a tragic “accident.” Gary was the last participant in that conversation. Gary chronicled other aircraft “accidents” in Ventura County, as it was a favored way to murder people by the gangster officials. One of Gary’s suspected aircraft “fixers” got caught up on the DeLorean case, and the gangster judges ensured that he never testified.

The revelations of Operation Northwoods, declassified ten years after Gary’s book was published, removed all reasonable doubt about Gary’s reporting of the Tower conversation. The CIA and Pentagon planned nearly identical operations at the same time, and some of the language in the Northwoods document was identical to Gary’s account.

By 1993, I not only had been studying the JFK hit for years, but I also subscribed to the Spotlight, which Piper worked for. I almost certainly learned of Final Judgment through reading The Spotlight. I called Gary about it, and I think that it was the only time that we ever talked about the JFK assassination. Gary said that he walked into the Spotlight’s office after he published his book, and he gave Piper the idea for Final Judgment. Piper published early versions of his JFK work before Final Judgment, and Gary complained to Piper about how Gary’s role was minimized. Columns rectified that in Final Judgment, and an entire chapter of it is devoted to the Tower conversation. It is the only prominent JFK assassination book that I know of that did that. I kind of became embroiled in the issue a decade later. I am sure that Gary and Michael patched it up on the other side.

Gary’s idea was that Jewish mobsters and Israel were behind the JFK hit. I have given my views on that issue. From Jack Ruby’s involvement alone, Jewish mobsters were definitely involved in the JFK hit. Mickey Cohen knew Jack Ruby, Menachem Begin, and Melvin Belli, who was Ruby’s attorney after he shot Lee Harvey Oswald. We don’t have to connect very many dots to suspect Israel’s involvement, but I think that it was more muscle than mastermind, if it was involved. Daniel Sheehan’s testimony makes that clear, as does a great deal of other evidence.

One time I called Gary’s home, asking for him, and his wife said that he was out. She said that Gary was “a fighter, not a lover.” In 1996, Gary published his final edition of his book and I bought several copies from him, as my original copy was falling apart. Gary named Tower in that edition, as he had been dead for years by then.

I could go on for days about events in Gary’s book. Gary survived a murder attempt in his front yard, and if he had died, then one of his lawsuits would have been dismissed the next day, which was holding up bond issuance for building the County Center, which was partly a defrauding of the public, to the benefit of judges and the like. Gary was a gadfly to the gangsters that ran Ventura County.

There was humor in Gary’s book, and one of the funniest incidents was one day when Gary and his partner had a couple of Mickey Cohen’s hoods under surveillance, and they went to a restaurant. Gary and his partner sat at a table a ways from Cohen’s boys, and Gary was surprised to see them meet Bud Smith, who was Ventura County’s biggest real estate developer. Gary was doubly surprised when he recognized agents from the Federal Bureau of Narcotics in the room. Gary’s partner approached those narcotics agents in the restroom and discovered that they were tailing Smith, while Gary and his partner were tailing Cohen’s men. The meeting between Smith and Cohen’s men was likely about a huge drug shipment headed to Ventura County.

Around the time that Dennis was in jail, Wayne, being a pillar of the community, had many connections. One of his friends, maybe a former student, was involved in the drug trade, and he told Wayne that it was run by prominent residents of the county. In Gary’s book, he named judges and other officials who controlled Ventura County’s drug trade, as well as its leading developer. Several years later, I worked with a man who had been in the military police, and I mentioned how my home county’s drug trade was controlled by the officials and other prominent members. He replied that it was like that in every county. There was so much money in the drug trade that it corrupted everything.

In his 70s, Gary finally wearied of the battle. He wrote about the awesome toll that his battles had on his wife and life, and that he wanted to enjoy his last years. I have written about how Dennis’s company in Seattle was stolen from him in what is called fiduciary fraud. When Gary tried to sell his gas station, store, and bar, it was similarly stolen from him. The buyer filed for bankruptcy in the middle of the transaction. I am sure that that was planned by the Ventura County gangsters. If the buyer went bankrupt while the transaction was in escrow, the deal was off. That is normal. That is what escrow is all about. But a gangster judge in Ventura ruled that Gary had forfeited his gas station when the deal went into escrow, and it was then subjected to bankruptcy proceedings. When I heard that from Gary, it was very familiar. Gary had put his business in his wife’s name long ago, and a judge issued a warrant for her arrest, to compel her to hand over the deed to the business. They moved to Oregon to avoid the proceedings. To my knowledge, the gangster judges and friends stole Gary’s business, which was his retirement nest egg.

Late in his book, Gary went off on Jews and Jewish gangsters. Jewish mobsters, judges in particular, had made Gary’s life miserable, and it was obvious that Gary had read too much anti-Semitic literature. Gary was no scholar, but he wasn’t all wrong, either. In his book, he wrote that the Holocaust has been fabricated, but in a late-life interview, he said that it had been far overblown and used as a weapon to deflect any criticism of Israel. Gary was right about that. Even Norman Finkelstein, whose parents were Holocaust survivors, wrote a book on that subject (Raul Hilberg, the dean of Holocaust scholarship, agreed with Finkelstein). I have also written on the issue. The Holocaust and its simultaneous denial and exploitation are some of the many scholarly minefields that I have tiptoed through. If somebody is not very familiar with scholarship, it is easy to become lost in the weeds, and I think that Gary did a little. But since his life was ruined by Jewish mobsters, I understand.

When I moved back to Seattle in 1997 and began the studies and writings that comprise my site today, Gary and I had a long phone call one day, and his wife also got on the call. Gary wanted to come visit me with his wife in their camper. He wanted to stay on some land if I had any, but I lived in a condominium at the time. I was really sorry that we did not meet again.

Around 1999, a former Ventura policeman began following my work, and he eventually visited me at my home. He told me about how he had shepherded Dennis’s first attorney home, as he found him passed out, drunk, on the streets of Ventura one Sunday morning.

I discussed Gary with him, and he bought Gary’s book. I warned him that Gary would go off on Jews near the end of the book. As he read the book, I heard from him. One outrageous incident in Gary’s book took place outside a courtroom, and that former policeman witnessed it. Gary’s book was a revelation for him, until it went off on Jews.

That former policeman asked me for the information to contact Gary. It was the first time that somebody had asked me something like that, and I shouldn’t have done it, or asked Gary first. The former policeman copied me in on an email to Gary, asking for Gary’s references on his statements on the Jews. I was sorry when that happened, and Gary soon contacted me, wondering if things were still OK between us. They were. Gary would never lose my love and respect. That was in 2002, I believe. I believe that that was the last time that we communicated, and Gary died in 2004. I was in my monster of a midlife crisis then, and Wayne’s death in May 2002 sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis. I stopped interacting with the public a few months earlier, as my nation lost its collective sanity after the 9/11 terror attacks. Not long after that incident, I was contacted by an author who channeled “Jesus,” and “Jesus” told her to find the oracle on fluoride named Wade. She was prominent for a time and had published a book on her adventures. Another Internet pal prevailed on me to forward a critique of her work to her, which wrecked our short relationship. I will never again let somebody use me in that way.

Kind of ironically, after the invasion of Iraq, which was flogged by Jewish neocons such as Wolfowitz and Perle, that former policeman contacted me and wondered if Gary was right about the Jews after all. Rodney Stich later remarked that Jewish prosecutors and judges kangarooed him into prison in California. Stich had German heritage, and he openly wondered if it was some kind of vengeance for the Holocaust. I think that there is something to Gary’s characterization of Jewish organized crime, in that they are very clever and have infiltrated the legal system. I have seen too much evidence of that, and Gary named names.

After Gary’s death, I became the only person on the Internet who carried his torch. I get contacted periodically about him. In 1996, when Gary published the second edition of his book, the Oxnard public library refused to carry it, calling it anti-Semitic.

In Gary’s book, he relayed somebody’s observation that the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit was the most corrupt federal court in the USA. It was a “wild west” court, as I would soon learn. That Jewish mobster and thorn in his side, Harry Pregerson, was a judge in that court. My policy has long been not to name such people while they are alive, and in a JFK-assassination forum in 2015, I referred to Pregerson without naming him, and was surprised when the original Watergate attorney knew whom I was referring to, as he had witnessed Pregerson’s judicial irregularities back in the 1970s.

While Gary’s reporting of the John Tower conversation was vindicated by the declassification of Operation Northwoods in 1997, Gary’s account still languishes on the margins, even in the JFK-assassination milieu, even when the most prominent theories today are essentially Gary’s story. When the night was the darkest, Gary went out of his way to help me, and he gave me the advice that was critical for my springing Dennis from jail a couple of months later. I will carry Gary’s torch for the rest of my life.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

I recently wrote a series of posts about Noam Chomsky, concurrently with a series of posts on the limits of politics. What I call retail politics is not going to solve humanity’s existential problems, but I know what will. The world is really run by unaccountable elites who hide in the shadows. The left denies their existence while the right obsessively focuses on who they think they are, but they don’t know who they are as they almost invariably bark up the wrong trees.

I summarized what will likely be Noam’s last book, and his point is clear: like every other empire in history, the USA rides roughshod over its victims while claiming that it is different from other empires as it possesses unique virtue and even claims that it is not an empire at all. Also, Noam noted that the USA leads the way toward making Earth uninhabitable (1, 2).

As an American, Noam felt a duty to expose American imperial behavior, and as a human, he made it clear that humans may make Earth uninhabitable. I think that those positions are unassailable, although plenty of hacks have assailed them, which usually only exposed their incompetence and dishonesty.

I have watched or read more than a hundred interviews of Noam. He almost always deflected questions about his personal life, mostly because he considered it unimportant when compared to the subject matter that he dealt with. Ed Herman was similar, which made it hard to be his biographer.

Today, a big part of Noam’s private life is on display because of his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein. I have written about his relationship with Epstein before, but it keeps coming up in my correspondence, so maybe this post will lay it to rest, at least for now.

If Noam was able to respond, he might reply that his private life is his private life and that it is none of anybody’s business. With all of the people sifting through his emails with Epstein, there has been no hint that Noam participated in or abetted Epstein’s crimes. Noam is also being criticized for socializing with Woody Allen. I have a close female relative who would love to hang out with Allen, as she has been his fan for about 50 years.

I am highly skeptical of the FBI’s published investigation of Epstein, which did not find any trafficking of young women. Epstein had all sorts of spook ties, and it would not surprise me if his efforts were a descendant of the operation to use Marilyn Monroe against JFK.

As I recently wrote, Noam was so approachable that it is no surprise that somebody like Epstein would have cultivated a friendship with him, similar to how the Rockefeller Empire courted Mark Twain (1, 2). Noam’s wife was highly appreciative of Epstein’s largesse. It looks like Noam’s children squabbled over his fortune (no big surprise), which Epstein helped Noam manage. As can be seen in the memoir of his assistant, Noam was easy to take advantage of.

From what I have seen, there was nothing about his relationship with Epstein that invalidates his public efforts, which is what I think is important. The rest of it is kind of at the gossip level.

Addendum on February 9, 2026:

This morning, I was made aware of a statement by Noam’s wife, here. As I mentioned, Noam’s MIT assistant wrote about how easily he was taken advantage of, and his first wife, his MIT assistant, and his fellow MIT professors who he shared an office suite with protected him from the unscrupulous. He lost that protection with his wife’s death and his exit from MIT. It seems that Noam’s children have been estranged from him, partly because of his second wife. It seems that Noam kind of got roped into it, arguably gullibly, but also unwittingly. Again, it has nothing to do with his public work, although his critics are having a field day with it. This is the most interesting article that I have yet seen on the “Two Chomskys.”

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As I noted in my previous post in this series, once Dennis Lee walked out of jail, I knew that he would be OK. One more anecdote regarding his release gives more color on Dennis’s situation. When he returned from that bail hearing that reduced his bail from $750,000 to zero, Dennis announced it to his inmates, who then proceeded to hoist him onto their shoulders and carry him around their cellblock, as the stupefied guards watched. As I noted before, for years, Wayne the professor got phone calls from Dennis’s inmates, calling to thank the man who turned their lives around and to let him know that they were doing OK.

The judge had more some more conditions regarding Dennis’s release. One was that Dennis had to sign in at the jail each day, and another was that he needed the judge’s permission to leave Ventura. I previously discussed the right wingers and Constitutionalists in Dennis’s organizations, and when Dennis was in jail, one attorney was considered the USA’s leading Constitutionalist attorney. Over the years, I have seen him in interviews, and he became a Constitutionalist attorney not because he believed in the cause but because he saw it as an unexploited niche in the legal profession. His specialty became suing governments for violating his clients’ rights, especially for police brutality. The last that I looked a few years ago, he lived in a $5 million mansion, courtesy of those lawsuits. I have called him Mr. Big Time Attorney, but I’ll call him Bill the attorney in these posts.

Bill had just moved to California from Colorado when Dennis got out of jail, and Dennis got permission from the judge to visit Bill in San Diego. Dennis’s case was high profile among Constitutionalists, and Bill knew of Dennis. The year that Dennis was arrested, one of Bill’s cases went to the USA’s Supreme Court. Bill was defending tax protesters against the Internal Revenue Service (“IRS”). Bill got IRS personnel convicted of felonies in their pursuit of his clients. I could be wrong, but I believe that those IRS employees went to prison. The crime that I most remember was that they encouraged people to steal documents for them. The sheriff’s deputies on Dennis’s case did the same thing, as even documented in an investigative report. Bill planned to sue the pants off of Ventura County’s officials, and he told Dennis that he would take his case for a nominal amount (Melvin Belli wanted $250,000 up front). Dennis said that he could immediately pay him $10,000, which was all that was left of my legal fund. Bill then came aboard.

Because he had just moved from Colorado, Bill did not have his California license to practice yet. He appeared at Dennis’s hearing as his new attorney. Until then, Bill had almost exclusively worked on federal cases, and he informed the judge that his plate was full, so that he could not represent Dennis for a few months. He also informed the judge that he was still getting his California license, so he could not yet represent Dennis on the case. The judge then tried to dismiss Bill from the case. Bill replied that he was Dennis’s attorney of choice, and that the Constitution guaranteed that Dennis would have the attorney of his choice. That backed the judge down.

But after the hearing was over, Ms. Prosecutor and friends contacted the state bar and stated that Bill was practicing without a license in California. That was a blatant lie, and Bill’s license was held up in California for months because of that. It was the first of Ventura County’s many gutter maneuvers when Bill took over the case. Bill was used to the more gentlemanly atmosphere in the federal courts, and he was initially shocked by the backwoods tactics that Ventura County used. Bill began taking it personally when they held up his license.

Ms. Prosecutor was a rube from the one-building law school in Ventura, and she was totally overmatched by Bill. Dennis said that for the rest of the case, it was really the judge against Bill, and Ms. Prosecutor was just along for the ride, taking orders.

Not long after hiring Bill, Dennis was invited to speak at a new-science conference in Colorado. It was a spinoff organization from one that I joined the next year, and when Dennis arrived to speak, Bill Delp, the hit man from Seattle, showed up. Delp was there to wreck Dennis’s appearance. Delp began heckling Dennis when he spoke, and it became a scene as Delp was escorted from the room. Delp cornered anybody who expressed interest in Dennis and lied to them about Dennis. Delp also sabotaged the sign-up list for Dennis’s talk. When I worked at the national conference of that parent organization two years later, I saw that Bill had also belonged to it. I eventually learned that people like Delp riddle such organizations, as they work on behalf of the global elite, CIA, etc. Delp was likely paid a bonus for his performance, and he completely duped the naïve people at the conference. It was another early indicator for me of how the free-energy field is in a state of arrested development.

I saw Bill the attorney regularly over the next year. When Bill took the case, he spent an evening interviewing me with his paralegal assistant. Wayne and I were about Dennis’s only supporters. During one of Bill’s visits, he told me that people should not go looking for the truth in a courtroom. Bill’s entire strategy with his clients was finding something that could induce a shred of reasonable doubt with the jurors. That shred of doubt was what got his clients acquitted, and Bill always won his cases. The further Bill got into Dennis’s case, the more amazed he was that Ventura County didn’t have a case at all. Bill said that getting Dennis acquitted would be easy and that his real interest was suing Ventura County for its many violations of Dennis’s civil rights.

One day we discussed the theft from Mr. Researcher’s office during the raid and how the deputies said that they searched his office last in the official search. Bill laughed at that and made a comment about how they avoided the scene of the crime to the very end and tried to act innocently. Bill considered it transparently rube-like to do that, which would only fool the gullible.

At one hearing, Bill mentioned the many acts of prosecutorial misconduct that the deputies and others had committed, and the judge seemed surprised. He asked Bill what he was referring to, and Bill ran down a list of crimes. The judge then called for a prosecutorial misconduct hearing. The worm had definitely turned. I don’t know if they ever had a misconduct hearing in Ventura County before then, but it was certainly a rare event.

It turned out that Bill’s case that went to the USA’s Supreme Court was relevant to Dennis’s case. It was the notoriously corrupt William Rehnquist court, which justified international kidnapping (1) by the federal government, called “extraordinary rendition” today. In Bill’s case, the argument was that the prosecutors were convicted of felonies that they committed while prosecuting his client. Bill argued that the case should have been dismissed because of that, as the state’s case was tainted. The Supreme Court’s ruling was that, yes, criminals were doing the prosecuting, but they could just be sent to prison, new prosecutors would take over, and the state’s case was not tainted. Thurgood Marshall made a notable dissent. Bill’s client still had to face the charges, and was acquitted. Bill had won something like 100 cases in a row before he took Dennis’s case.

Immediately after Dennis was released from jail, many people began coming forward who had been intimidated by Mr. Deputy and friends. Mr. Deputy’s career-making case began crumbling. It only accelerated with the misconduct hearing.

The most important testimony was Mr. Researcher’s. He came out of hiding soon before Dennis was released from jail. He testified to watching the deputies ransack his office and photograph the blueprints before the search officially began, and he told of Mr. Deputy’s threats during his interrogation. He had impeccable international credentials, and Dennis said that the judge turned beet red in the face as he watched Mr. Researcher’s testimony. Dennis said that Mr. Researcher’s testimony turned the tide. I followed Mr. Researcher to the witness stand. My testimony was much gentler, largely confined to Mr. Deputy’s lies to me that I could have copies of the documents that they took.

The prosecutorial misconduct hearing was no fun for Ms. Prosecutor. She looked mortified the entire time that I was on the witness stand, and she only asked me one question, which was inconsequential. But there was a humorous event. Wayne the professor’s wife attended my testimony, sitting in the back. That courtroom was nearly empty. Mr. Cub Reporter was nowhere to be seen. Bill subpoenaed Mr. Cub Reporter for his role in smearing Dennis with his articles and his close relationship to Mr. Deputy. Right after he got subpoenaed, Mr. Cub Reporter wrote the only accurate article that I ever saw him write about Dennis’s case. He knew how to write accurate articles, but that was not his job, as he was instead a propagandist for Ventura County’s power structure and unwittingly for global elites.

When Wayne’s wife entered the courtroom and sat down, Ms. Prosecutor stopped the proceedings and nearly shrieked that there was somebody in the courtroom, watching the festivities. She demanded that Wayne’s wife identify herself, in case she was going to be a witness later. The judge dismissed her concern, and he seemed amused by the event. Ms. Prosecutor was being dragged through mud of her own making.

Mr. Deputy was no longer King Rat. He was called to testify, but he hid in his house for months, claiming illness, which Bill the attorney scoffed at in open court. The hearing was held up for months because of Mr. Deputy’s “illness.” Quite a few people whom Mr. Deputy had threatened testified.

When I testified at the misconduct hearing, there was a journalist there from a newspaper in nearby Kern County, where Bakersfield is. I have described Bakersfield before, with my “redneck” relatives there. Kern County seemed as corrupt as Ventura County. That journalist talked about a case that his newspaper was following, in which two policemen we’re high on cocaine, ran a red light at high speed and crashed into a women’s car, which killed both cops, but the woman was being prosecuted as the cocaine use was covered up.

When Dennis’s case was remanded to Superior Court after the Kangaroo Court preliminary hearing, a man I call Mr. Investigator became Ms. Prosecutor’s assistant on the case. His participation became revelatory. After Stan the engineer had his misadventure with Ken Hodgell, he went home to Ellensburg. During the misconduct hearing, the prosecution thought that the best defense was a good offense, and they kept slinging mud at Dennis and tried to dig up more. Mr. Investigator did the legwork. He traveled a thousand miles to visit Stan at his home in Ellensburg. He asked very leading questions, and one was his statement that the hot box that Dennis promoted did not exist. Four years earlier, I stored Bob the inventor’s hot boxes in Stan’s barn. They were still there when Mr. Investigator visited. Stan said that they could walk 50 yards and see those non-existent hot boxes for themselves. Mr. Investigator, who traveled a thousand miles to ask that question, was unwilling to walk 50 yards to see for himself. That event epitomized the prosecution’s fidelity to the truth.

When Dennis served a subpoena to Mr. Researcher (an unfiled one, as it turned out), Mr. Researcher went to the courthouse to see if it was a valid subpoena, Ms. Prosecutor and Mr. Investigator quickly corralled Mr. Researcher and interrogated him. I heard that tape. Mr. Researcher criticized Victor Fisher, and Ms. Prosecutor called him “Fishy Fischer,” like the gossipy former housewife that she was.

During a break in their interrogation, it was just Mr. Researcher and Mr. Investigator in the room. Mr. Researcher asked Mr. Investigator if he thought that maybe Dennis was innocent, and Mr. Investigator made his memorable reply: “I don’t care if he’s innocent. I am paid to get convictions.” Mr. Researcher then observed that the prosecution’s case seemed to be built on lies and half-truths, and Mr. Investigator replied with, “Sure, we lie.  Everybody lies.  I lie however much is required to secure a conviction." To his credit, in subsequent years, when Mr. Researcher was called to jury duty, he repeated that conversation to the judge and was immediately dismissed from jury duty. As I wrote last year, I discovered that the same year that Mr. Investigator made those revealing comments, he was the first president of the Southern California Fraud Investigators’ Association. I could not make this up if I tried.

I was still Dennis’s mysterious benefactor, but one day when Dennis needed more money, Wayne revealed that it was me. Dennis wrote in his book how proud and angry he was to learn that.

During a conversation with Mr. Researcher, Mr. Investigator asked where Dennis got his money from. Bill the attorney had to drive four hours from San Diego with his assistant for the hearings, which were delayed several times by Mr. Deputy’s “illness.” Mr. Investigator was rather gleeful that those “delays” obviously ate up Dennis’s legal funds.

In April 1990, about when I got married, I attended one of the hearings in which Ms. Prosecutor made a motion to simply have Dennis rejailed, as he was trying to rebuild the business with Wayne. That rebuilding bankrupted Wayne, as well as the legal fees that he paid Bill, as well as another issue that I will discuss later. The judge almost laughingly dismissed her motion, but Bill the attorney saw red that day.

A day or two later, he called Dennis and said that he had prepared a lawsuit to file in federal court against Ventura County’s officials. He told Dennis that the officials in Ventura County were criminals and that he had a duty to eliminate them from the legal profession. Mr. Deputy, Mr. Sidekick, Ms. Prosecutor, and Mr. Investigator were among those named in the lawsuit.

Bill planned to file the lawsuit and hold a press conference on the front steps of the federal courthouse in Los Angeles. Dennis doubted that the press would attend such a conference, and Bill replied with, “The press always attends my press conferences!” Bill had Dennis contact LA’s media, to get them to attend. Dennis made the calls, and the media agreed to attend. Bill filed his lawsuit the next day, and he and Dennis stood on the courthouse’s front steps, but no media was there. Bill was befuddled. As they sat there, across the street a camera crew was doing a news story on a crack in the foundation of a building. Bill straightened his tie, crossed the street, and engaged the reporter, telling her that a crack in the foundation was not as important as his lawsuit. The reporter made a memorable reply. She saw the invitation on her editor’s desk, asked if she could cover Bill’s press conference, and her editor forbid her to.

Dennis said that the light in Bill’s eyes went out at that moment. Bill was trying to take on something far larger than the IRS, and his enthusiasm for Dennis’s case quickly waned.

Mr. Deputy eventually testified, and Dennis gave him a good grade. All of Mr. Deputy’s threats he characterized as warnings. When he asked the judge to approve his request for a million-dollar bail for Dennis, he promoted his vast experience in investigating fraud. But on the witness stand that day, when questioned by Bill, Mr. Deputy was unable to recite even one of the elements of the crime known as fraud.

Stan the engineer came down from Washington to testify for the prosecution, and Stan hoodwinked them. Sam said that Dennis could not produce free energy, because people would have to pay for the equipment. That happened on the heels of Mr. Researcher’s testimony. Those were two big-time engineers who testified in Dennis’s favor on the technology. The judge called a recess after Stan’s testimony, informed Ms. Prosecutor that her fraud charges would not fly, and they were dropped.

After dropping the fraud charges, the case was based on Dennis’s not filing a form and paying $50. That is what it all came down to. The judge was not a paragon of virtue himself, and I think that he was in on it at some level. It was just that Mr. Deputy, Ms. Prosecutor, and friends went so far over the line that it was difficult to even create even a semblance of legality. Dennis had to be convicted of something, even if the fraud case crumbled. The law that Dennis was prosecuted under was a civil law, but it had criminal penalties if the violations were egregious. There had only been one prosecution in the history of the law in California. Even though a great deal of criminality by the prosecution was exposed in the misconduct hearing, as with the USA’s Supreme Court, the judge was not going to dismiss the case because of it. Mr Professor had already paid Bill $60,000, and it was not going to be easy to keep paying him. Bill tried to get off the case when it became evident that the judge would not dismiss the case.

Dennis told Bill to wait until after the judge ruled on the misconduct to make his motion to get off the case, so that the judge would not see that Bill had already surrendered. But Bill filed his motion to get off the case before the judge ruled on the misconduct. That was foolish and led to the judge’s pouncing on Bill. The judge did not dismiss the case on the misconduct (he sure should have, for the ransacking of Mr. Researcher’s office alone), and then he took Bill hostage. He reminded Bill of his first appearance in the courtroom, when Bill said that he was Dennis’s attorney of choice. The judge said that it didn’t matter if Bill was not paid, that he was going to defend Dennis at trial. Also, the judge already made it clear that Dennis had violated the law by not filing the form, and the judge ruled on matters of law. Dennis was singled out of from about 100,000 other companies that also did not file the form.

Bill was desperate, told Dennis that he would do the appeal work for free, and that it would take several years to go through the appeal process. The judge recommended probation, but Dennis had already seen how corrupt the probation department was, so he took his chances with the appeal process. The appeal’s gist was that not filing a form should not be a crime punishable by prison. The judge played kangaroo court with the plea, however. The criminal penalties of that civil law should have only applied if criminal behavior was proved. It wasn’t, but the judge made not filing a form a felony, and Dennis faced three years in prison for not filing a form. The appeals process was also fraudulent, as all the higher courts said that Dennis pled guilty, case closed. His case was rigged from start to finish. Instead of taking several years, Dennis’s case went all the way to through Supreme Court in record time. Two years after his deal, Dennis was kangarooed into prison, where the officials tried to get him murdered by the inmates, but that story comes later.

In open court, the judge stated that he aspired to serve on a higher court, but a few months after Dennis’s plea bargain, the judge suddenly retired. My guess is that he received some kind of compensation for his performance. The day that Dennis did his plea bargain, the district attorney himself came to the courtroom three times. The clerk in the courtroom had never seen him in a courtroom before, and he appeared three times that day. The clerk asked Dennis, “Who are you?”

Bill’s federal lawsuit was dismissed, and the ruling is informative. Basically, the federal court stated that having criminals as police and prosecutors was a fine thing, as they were all protected by prosecutorial immunity and statutes of limitations. Bill was threatened with disbarment if he refiled the case. Bill was rudely put in his place.

Ms. Prosecutor was promoted to be a judge, and several years later, when Mr. Researcher was once again called for jury duty and was prepared to repeat his conversation with Mr. Investigator, she recognized his name, called a recess, and took him back to her chambers and quizzed him for an hour, in a friendly way, about Dennis. She was named Ventura County’s trial judge of the year in 2017, soon before she retired, and she is on the board of that one-building law school today, as one of its most illustrious graduates. Mr. Deputy retired to a hero’s farewell, and his pension today is more than $300,000 per year.

When I saw Dennis in 2013, I mentioned that event of taking Mr. Researcher back into her chambers, and Dennis’s wife Alison was confused about why she did that. Dennis and I had to explain to her that Dennis’s case made her career, just as it did for Mr. Deputy. We will never know how deeply all of that evil went, but the global elite were definitely involved.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As I have discussed before, my day on the witness stand was the greatest awakening moment of my life. I would never see the world the same again after that day, but my awakening process really began when I was 12, when my family changed its diet from processed food to whole food to save my father’s health, which resulted in a health miracle. It continued through my first paranormal experiences to the desperate prayer that changed my studies from science to business, to eight years of idealism and disillusionment until the second desperate prayer led me straight into Dennis Lee’s company. Then my wild ride began, which accelerated when I became Dennis’s partner, which culminated in my life’s worst year, which began with the raid. A horrific series of events soon followed (1, 2, 3), which led to my day on the witness stand. The month after my testimony was my life’s worst, but it was soon followed by my effort to spring Dennis from jail, which worked, in the greatest miracle that I ever witnessed, which seemed to be a case of divine intervention. Gary Wean’s advice was critical for that event, to my eternal gratitude.

I still had terrible events ahead of me, which I cannot yet publicly discuss, but after that day on the witness stand I was thoroughly radicalized. My days of study soon began, first to prepare to brief any expert witnesses, but then to see if anything that I had been taught while growing up was true. Not much was, as most of my education was a form of brainwashing. I was not unusual, as everybody got similar treatment, fed universally believed lies, and the like. Perhaps my biggest surprise when I began my studies and discovered the depth of the lies was how nobody around me wanted to hear it. I eventually realized that nearly everybody sleepwalks through their lives, embracing their brainwashing to the grave, and I have seen mystical reasons for this that make sense.

In early 1989, I was busy courting my wife, digging out of my financial abyss, digging into library stacks, and working in LA again, oh the irony of it. Immediately after I began at that medical lab, I witnessed another government-media alliance try to put my new employer out of business, as I witnessed the energy and medical rackets in action at the same time. It seems that my otherworldly “friends” were making sure that I got the message.

In early 1989 I first heard of Noam Chomsky from one of my roommates. The next year, while driving to work, I heard an interview of the publisher of Lies of Our Times, which Ed Herman edited and Noam contributed to. I subscribed to it later that year after I moved to Ohio, but I want to cover events in my hometown first.

From the time that Dennis left jail and until the plea bargain that he was forced into, I largely avoided Dennis. He and Mr. Researcher were doing a dance with me in the middle, and I wanted no part of it.

Although I tried to gently dissuade him from it, Wayne helped Dennis rebuild, which bankrupted him, ruined his health, and shortened his life. His death in 2002 was the greatest sorrow of my journey. I mentioned earlier that when I arrived in Ventura in 1987, I was 29 and Wayne was 52, and he could play basketball with me, competitively. I still look back at that with awe. The year before we hit town, Wayne was a millionaire. But that same year, Wayne was involved in a real-estate deal in which he was lied to, which cost him $300,000. Wayne not only raised $40,000 when we hit Ventura, but he poured about $250,000 of his own money into Dennis’s business-resurrection effort, not to mention having people live in his home for years, which understandably strained his marriage. I previously mentioned that Wayne had adult-onset diabetes, but he was still an amazing physical specimen. About the time that Dennis left jail, Wayne had only spent maybe $40,000 of his own money on everything (not counting my legal fund), but he got involved with a man who essentially scammed him out of about $250,000 for an alternative diabetes treatment that harmed Wayne’s health. The $250,000 that Wayne lost was largely about funding a business and research around that treatment. Wayne was hoping for a big payoff, to fund Dennis’s efforts. It was a highly risky play, and he was likely defrauded.

Due to all of those disasters, Wayne was left with his home as his only asset left, and he declared bankruptcy. From John Spickard to me to Wayne, all of Dennis’s financiers had their lives ruined. It wasn’t for a lack of effort on Dennis’s part, but the global elite were involved and they used corrupt officials and others to do their dirty work.

I believe it was the year after I left my home town of Ventura that I had a call with Wayne, and he told me how his diabetes had spun out of control. Wayne never complained, as he was the strong, silent type, but that day he admitted that the stress of the ordeal with Dennis helped wreck his health. Four years after he could play basketball with me, Wayne began getting gangrene in his legs. His wife had her own health catastrophe before she began pursuing alternative medicine. When the “alternative” diabetes doctor pronounced his doom on Wayne’s legs, Wayne’s wife took him to Mexico for an alternative treatment. It “impossibly” reversed Wayne’s gangrene, and that “alternative” doctor was frightened when he discovered that Wayne’s “impossible” cure happened in Mexico. At Wayne’s funeral a decade later, his widow said that if she had not taken him to Mexico, Wayne would have spent the last decade of his life in a wheelchair.

Wayne was also involved in one of the more heartbreaking events in Ventura for me. Nearly from the day that I began working for Dennis in Seattle, people that I worked with were conspiring with the people who were trying to destroy or steal our company. I saw those betrayals early and often, which culminated in that cheer when Dennis’s company was stolen. As I have written, only two people bowed out in Seattle with honor that I saw. There were a few others below the management level, but only a few. I have written about the many attempts to steal our companies, and how shocking it initially was for me. When Stan said that he and Mr. Researcher were going to work for Ken Hodgell, I did not believe it at first. During my ride with Dennis, I continually saw people veer between naïveté and paranoia, and when the naïve get paranoid, they began lashing out at everything around them. Some of the same people who attacked me eagerly signed up with Ken, and they all lived to regret that.

I have written about Dennis’s assistant, whose name was Cab. Cab was a former sheriff's deputy. Here are images of Cab and I talking during the raid in the parking lot of our facility. Like almost everybody else, Cab disappeared after Dennis was arrested, but at least he did not steal from us or try to help the prosecution. That affidavit that he wrote was written weeks after Dennis escaped jail. That was about the best that people did, other than Dave the minister-salesman and a few others.

I have discussed my drinking problems back then. Only a few years earlier, in my LA days, lunches where we all drank were common, so we were a little drunk in the afternoon. I look back in amazement that such practices were normal in the 1980s. I never drank on the job after that. My drinking was confined to the evenings. But Cab drank at work. Even worse, he drove a van and would take breaks in his van to smoke and drink a little whiskey. That was not ideal behavior, but I understood, especially after the raid. The raid and its aftermath soured Cab on law enforcement.

Bill Delp and Ken Hodgell were contract agents that were sicced on our company, while Mr. Deputy and friends were corrupt officials who were handsomely compensated for getting their hands bloody. I never met Bill, but I watched Mr. Deputy play Boy Scout until the day that he unmasked himself in the courtroom, and Ken looked and acted like Mr. Rogers until he took his mask off. In my experience, the people sicced on us were never former policeman and the like. It was not the right look for what they did, but Wayne never got over his suspicion that Cab was some kind of plant from the sheriff’s department. It was a naïve idea.

After Dennis was forced into a plea bargain, Cab tried to get a job in security at the local college. It was a pretty easy gig, an easy commute from Cab’s home, and Cab thought that he was a shoo-in when he used Wayne as a reference. Wayne shot Cab down, while mentioning that he drank on the job, but it was really about Wayne’s suspicion about Cab’s relationship with the sheriff’s department. Cab was dismayed, obviously, and Dennis and I were heartbroken that Wayne did that.

Like I did, Cab had to get a job in LA, in private security, and Cab died a few years later in the line of duty. I was doubly heartbroken when I heard that. Dennis tried to make it up to Cab’s widow years later, but she understandably hated us.

I also had compensation in those years, and my relationship with my future wife was the biggest part of it. When I chased Dennis out to Boston, I attended my first channeled session in LA. The channeled entity read my mind, and it was the first of many channeled sessions that I attended in the next decade (more than 50), and I had extraordinary paranormal experiences during some sessions. It is not make-believe stuff, but visits from other dimensions. In the accompanying video I described some of those events. But I also saw plenty of New Age hucksterism over the years, of gurus and their harems, milking the followers, and other disgusting events, which were only more demonstrations of my journey’s primary lesson. The only time that I have ever been ripped off by mail order was by the Whole Life Expo, which has traveling New Age exhibitions. It is a travesty, still going strong after stealing from me. People who abuse paranormal abilities are setting themselves up for lifetimes of penance, and I may be speaking from experience on that matter.

In a world of scarcity and fear, eventually everything becomes corrupted. Over the millennia, the most enlightened teachings from spiritual masters got corrupted by priesthoods into rackets. I was seeing the same patterns repeated over and over, ad naseum.

As I look back at it, I was doing some wild stuff. I had my future wife sell her house before she got into graduate school. It worked perfectly, as she sold when real-estate prices peaked and she got into grad school in Ohio. The day after we married, I moved our household into storage and we lived with Wayne and his wife. I was paying Wayne all that I could afford, to pay off the loan for Dennis’s legal fund. My wife spent the summer of 1989 taking a class for grad school, and I quit my job in June. It was one of only two times in my career when I voluntarily left my job. All of the other times I was either fired or my company went out of business, which was normal in corporate America. I spent that summer playing, either with my wife or hiking in the Cascades in Washington.

My relationship with my parents was wrecked during those years in Ventura. I may tell about that in more detail at a later time. In subsequent years, when I traded notes with people like me, and there are not many of us, I found that wrecked personal relationships just came with the territory. I had relationships that I thought would survive anything, and I watched them crumble during my journey with Dennis. I have had no contact with my immediate family since 2013 (and don’t want any), as one of the many prices of my journey. Those are all just more examples of my journey’s primary lesson: personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, but it is also most precious, and it is the key for an effort like mine to succeed.

In September of 1990, we loaded our household into a moving van, which towed my Pinto wagon, and my wife drove behind me in her car, all the way to Ohio, where we began our newlywed lives. We spent six years in Ohio, which were largely blessed years for us. That was then I really started going deep in my studies, which have yet to end. Those days of study come next, but I will relate one story that I learned, a couple of years after Dennis’s plea bargain, just as Dennis was being kangarooed into prison.

The May 1992 edition of PC Magazine had a story about how criminals in Los Angeles were engaged in bilking readers of computer magazines out of millions of dollars, for orders for computers that were never delivered. The criminals just took the money and ran. The criminals literally operated a few miles from where Dennis’s spectacular arrest was orchestrated, at the same time. The gist of the PC Magazine article was that the investigators could not find any law enforcement agency in the USA who was willing to prosecute those criminals! Those criminals had no defense, but nobody would prosecute them. The contrast with our treatment in Ventura was surreal. Law enforcement is a joke in the USA, largely used as a weapon to wipe people like us out. Protecting the public is not really the function of law enforcement in the USA, but protecting the turf of vested interests, in the world’s biggest protection racket. We learned that the hard way.

Soon before I left Ventura, I interviewed the rocket scientist who was the greatest champion of my mentor’s engine, and I had an extraordinary encounter with a man I call Mr. Advisor, who had met with Sparky Sweet. I had heard of Joe Newman only a couple months after meeting Dennis, but Sparky was the first free-energy inventor that I ever heard of who undeniably had the goods, and Sparky had hell to pay. Sparky will come up a few times in this series of posts.

To my knowledge, our effort in Ventura was the last significant effort built around Dennis’s heat pump. That heat pump has been completely wiped out in North America, but a company in Portugal still makes them.

As I stated many times, I would not have much worth saying if I had not had my ride with Dennis, but my wildest ride with him was over as I left for Ohio in September 1990.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

A decade ago, I wrote a series of posts on the lessons that I learned or began learning with my first stint with Dennis Lee, between 1986 and 1990. Those lessons have informed my efforts ever since. Number one with a bullet was this:

Personal Integrity is the World's Scarcest Commodity

I resisted that lesson every step of the way, until it was beaten into my head in no uncertain terms. The day that I met Dennis, Bill Delp’s attorney heckled Dennis with lies and I watched the media lie about Dennis a couple of weeks later. Delp was responsible for the death of one of Dennis’s employees. I soon learned about the official corruption that targeted Dennis’s company, instigated by the electric companies and likely the global elite. Those were all incidents of organized suppression, and I saw plenty of that in Seattle, but my biggest surprise was when Dennis’s company was stolen, engineered by my boss and cheered by Dennis’s employees. I watched a fight over the carcass of Dennis’s company. I saw only two people bow out in Seattle with honor.

In Boston, it was not too bad, at least while I was there. The family that took in Dennis engaged in low-level undermining of him, which became more evident in Ventura. I had Bob the inventor yell at me about the money that he thought he was owed. The man we hired to run the operation after we left tried to steal it. We were contacted by both the White Hat and Black Hat factions of the global elite, and local officials were sharpening their axes, but the worst part for me was being attacked by my former girlfriend several times. It was all just a gentle prelude to events in Ventura.

Soon after we started in Ventura, I witnessed more attempts to steal our company. I told Dennis how shocking it was, and Dennis said that my shock was normal and that I would get used to it. My next shocking event was the raid and its aftermath, when I learned of the crimes that the deputies committed, which began my life’s worst year. It began going downhill swiftly for me, and I asked Dennis for the summer off to try to recover my health, soon before Dennis got the $1 billion offer from the CIA to fold the business.

When Dennis was arrested with a $1 million bail and Ken Hodgell made his play to steal the company, my nightmare truly began. Promotions and an award were handed out for the dirty work that the sheriff’s department performed. Hodgell was likely working on behalf of the global elite, but what really surprised me was the people who signed on with him. I watched our employees steal everything not nailed down. Professor Wayne became a beacon in the darkness and one salesman helped, but that was about it in Ventura. I watched the media make it up as it went along.

The attacks and betrayals by family and friends hurt me the most, and I can’t discuss a lot of it publicly today. I lost many relationships in those days. If somebody told me what I was in for when that voice told me to move to Seattle, I would not have believed any of it.

When I finally left my home town in 1990, I had learned my journey’s primary lesson in no uncertain terms. It is the number one reason why humanity is in the predicament it is today. Blaming global elites for it all misses the mark and arises from a victim mentality. Global elites are merely masters of a game that nearly all of humanity plays, of self-service at the expense of the whole. It is not pretty, but it is the truth. A trap is judging it. It is simply the reality of the world that we live in, which comes from living in a world of scarcity and fear, and to deny reality is perilous.

Personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, but it is also its most precious. Integrity is necessary for an effort such as mine to succeed, but I don’t ask anybody to be heroes, as almost nobody would pass that test and I do not want to bury any more heroes. Enough integrity to reject our self-serving indoctrination and conditioning to acknowledge the truth is enough. I have watched the naïve reject my journey’s primary lesson as they sallied forth, to later ruefully acknowledge its validity when they tried to make a dent. Experience is the greatest and arguably only teacher.

Inventors have little more personal integrity, if any, than the general population

That was the lesson that it took me the longest to learn, because of how I had been raised. I saw inventors as heroes, and inventor Bob began to disabuse me of that delusion. When Bob tried to extort us, frighten me, and begged to testify for the prosecution, I was well on my way to learning my lesson. When I saw what Victor Fischer did and my mentor, that journey was nearly complete. When I saw the stunts that Yull Brown pulled in 1996-1997, and then Dennis hired Fischer again, to watch him betray Dennis, my lesson was complete. Part of the persistence of my delusion may have been because I seem to be an Artisan soul, and creativity is the highest state of being an Artisan soul. Creativity is definitely a divine gift, and I thought that the creative were also blessed with integrity. Well, to some small degree that is likely true, as creativity is divinely inspired. But in a world of scarcity and fear, creativity is primarily employed for survival, greed, and other egocentric purposes. I eventually called their affliction inventoritis, and Steven Greer called it Crazy Inventor Syndrome.

The businessman’s path to free energy will not work

Most of these ancillary lessons are really variations of my primary lesson. Integrity is really the key issue, and everything else is noise. Dennis has been an entrepreneur for more than 50 years. It is kind of all that he knows to do. Dennis somehow survived the shark tank of the USA’s entrepreneurial waters, survived murder attempts from mobsters, watched his business partners steal his businesses, and the like, long before his Seattle days.

When I became his partner, Dennis had gotten away from pure business and invoked religion and nationalism. But at the bottom it was still about business opportunities, and I watched the worst in people come out constantly. I have likened the free-energy quest to Frodo’s quest, and I watched people all around me turn into orcs who lusted after the One Ring. Even the dimmest of us understood that the arrival of free energy meant the end of the world as we know it, and that brought out greed, egocentrism, betrayal, and the like. I saw new dimensions of that dynamic regularly.

Basically, capitalism is based on greed and fear, but all ideologies are to a degree, because we live in a world of scarcity and fear. Any capitalist attempt to deliver free energy has already sown the seeds of its own destruction, as it invariably attracts people of corrupt motivation.

The businessman’s path simply won’t work for this.

More lessons are coming in future posts.

Best,

Wade

[Bill Ryan]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)

Personal Integrity is the World's Scarcest Commodity

"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made."

— Groucho Marx

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Note: My own forum has been receiving a DDOS attack in recent days, for the first time that I know of. My admin plans to resolve it, one way or another. I have had Microsoft and Zoom stability issues, email-provider issues, and other fun, trying to stay functional. I avoid cloud-based software, and don’t use clouds unless I have to.

To continue with my lessons learned during my days with Dennis Lee:

Americans do not have the right stuff to pursue free energy, but no other nationality does, either

No nation has the right stuff for this Epochal task. It has to be something different, global in scope, rising above nationalism, ethnicities, and in-group ideologies.

The mass-movement mentality is worthless for the free energy pursuit

The mass-movement mentality seeks lowest-common-denominator cohesion, which is always self-serving. Self-serving mentalities are not compatible with this task.

Free energy and related technologies already exist on Earth, and their organized suppression is a very real phenomenon

Not many people on Earth really can speak from experience on these issues, but I and some close associates can. People have to play in rarified, life-risking air to get experiences of this reality.

The Global Controllers are alive and well, but their interventions are relatively modest

I call them global elites today. They are experts is hiding in the shadows, because it is good for business. For the size of their task, their touch is surprisingly light, and most efforts self-destruct or fall prey to lower-level predators before global elites need to get involved. They rarely need to intervene.

The media can simply make it up as it goes, and can literally turn reality upside down

I learned that before I ever heard of Noam Chomsky and Ed Herman. I saw the media lie about Dennis almost from the day that I met him, and it rarely let up.

The power of a few committed people

A handful of us stood up to the forces of darkness in Ventura and elsewhere, and while we paid an awesome price, we lived to try another day.

Secrecy and deception will not work, not for this epochal task

Playing the secrecy and deception game for this epochal task sows the seeds of its own destruction. This all has to be done in the light of day.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will finish my lessons learned during my days with Dennis Lee:

There are several levels of the global power structure, they are not all aligned, and the lower levels only have a dim awareness, if any, of the higher levels

Dennis’s adventures traversed all levels of the global power structure, from mobsters on street corners to local oligarchs to law enforcement at local, state, and national levels, to board rooms in penthouse suites to retail elites to the White House to spooks to global elites. Dennis saw it all, and I was along for a lot of that ride, especially its darkest chapters.

It is not one big club, and it is far from united. At the top, we encountered the so-called White Hats and Black Hats, and those Black Hats certainly directed some of what we encountered. However, when those sheriff’s deputies stole our technical materials in the raid, I doubt that they knew who they stole it for or even cared. They were handsomely compensated, and that was all that mattered to them. When somebody such as Mr. Investigator was assigned to the case, he was so corrupt, and his incentives were so perverse, that he did not need to be told what to do. He was certainly not aware of the global elites who instigated it all.

All presidents since John Kennedy were puppets and knew it. They had an awareness that they were nowhere near the top of the global power structure, but I doubt that they had much understanding of the levels above them. They didn’t follow orders so much as they could not even make decisions on the existential issues that humanity faces.

All of the lower levels of the global power structure likely have a dim understanding of the levels above them. They may receive direction and incentives at times, but it is likely a subtle process.

The retail elite are not at the top

What I call retail elites are those in the public eye, such as American presidents and other officials, billionaires such as Elon Musk and Bill Gates, and those who make Time’s annual list of the 100 most influential people on Earth. No they aren’t. People will not encounter the higher levels of the global power structure unless they do something like what we did, which global elites saws as a threat. Even then, all that we encountered were their minions and dissident factions. I can’t say for sure what Musk and Gates know, but they are really naïve if they don’t understand that they are nowhere near the top.

Organized suppression is at least 90% structural

As I stated at the beginning, most of these lessons were just variations of my first one. This issue is related to the first one above, on the various levels of the global power structure. Nobody had to tell the electric companies in Washington State to wipe out Dennis’s company. They recognized the threatened, acted accordingly, and corrupt officials lined up to do their bidding. The Attorney General’s hatchet lady knew that she was engaged in criminal behavior, and she eventually quit her job. She was the only official whose conscience got to her that I ever saw. The rest didn’t even have a flicker of conscience, and their incentives were so perverse that they eagerly performed their hit man and hit woman duties.

Years later, when I encountered Ed Herman’s Propaganda Model, I saw the same dynamics. The Propaganda Model is a conflict-of-interest model, and it explains why the pursuit of truth is not a priority in the media, just like the pursuit of justice is not a priority in the legal system. The conflicts of interest are too great and the incentives are too perverse for many in those fields to escape the system’s clutches. As Noam Chomsky said, the people who might pursue the truth and justice are weeded out of those systems early on.

Most of the damage done by organized suppression is simply the result of people just doing their jobs in corrupt systems. This is another example of the 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity that I continually refer to.


People operating primarily from self-interest are almost effortlessly defeated by organized suppression

This is one of the key lessons that I learned during my ride with Dennis. If people are primarily motivated by self-interest, for an issue such as free energy, organized suppression rarely needs to get involved, as those people will wreck the effort through their greed, fear, and other vices. So such efforts are already on their way to self-destruction and only need a little “help” by organized suppression to collapse, often in a bloodbath of ruined lives.

Conspiracism is not going to achieve a productive perspective

As noted above, the vast majority of the damage inflicted on efforts such as ours was either self-inflicted or inflicted by officials and media personnel who simply did their jobs, and lying, cheating, and stealing was normal behavior for them. One of the greatest delusions on the right is how it embraces any and all conspiracy theories, almost completely uncritically. It took me a long time to understand what fueled that perspective. It is basically a victim’s view of the world, and a kind of tribalism that makes all of our woes due to evil doing outgroups, when virtually all of the responsibility for the situation is us. People who think like victims don’t want to hear that. It is cheap and easy to identify some evil-doing outgroup, and infinitely harder to accept one’s responsibility for the state of affairs. The conspiratorial mindset is a stunted one, and people won’t achieve productive perspectives if they are mired in it.

A scientifically illiterate public is easily led astray

Some estimates of scientific literacy place only about a third of Americans as scientifically literate. But that is a low bar, and people who are meaningfully scientifically literate I estimate at about five percent of the population. Those people should be able to state the mechanics of Global Warming, for instance, and how electrons capture photons. I rarely encounter people who understand those basics. What I have found is that the scientifically illiterate readily latch on to the latest conspiracist gossip and are lead astray by the latest fad. Some geezer gets on YouTube and says that he is an insider of the global elite as he holds forth on his idea to save the world, without presenting any evidence whatsoever, and people lap it up.

For one example of many that I could cite, I am continually approached by people who think that the Apollo Moon landings never happened. To me, it is a close cousin to Flat Earth “theorizing.” There is not a shred of credible evidence for faked Moon landings, but I get approached to this day by people who think that the Moon landings were faked.

The political right, left, and center all have their scientifically illiterate beliefs. Scientific literacy is not just about knowing theories and data, but understanding the scientific process. New ideas can be great things, but the scientific approach does not take gossip for gospel and subjects any new idea of how our universe works to the scientific process. That’s how the wheat gets winnowed from the chaff. On the fringes, there is a mountain of chaff for every grain of wheat. I have sifted through a great deal of it over the years, and I have a healthy skepticism to fringe ideas. However, real skepticism means finding out, not what organized skepticism does, which is part of the next topic.

Scientific and scientistic dogma is a great barrier to comprehension

In the late 19^th century, leading scientists announced that almost everything that could be discovered had been, and that the scientific process would just be filling in small gaps in scientific knowledge. Those same scientists declared that heavier-than-air flight was “impossible,” while the Wright brothers were ignored for five years after they first flew. Soon before he died, Brian O’Leary told me that today’s scientists were even more deluded than those who ignored and dismissed the Wright brothers.

As I often state, in a world of scarcity and fear, eventually everything gets corrupted. Millions of people finally awoke to how corrupt biomedical science is during the COVID-19 pandemic. Even the defenders of science call biomedical science its flimsiest and most corrupt branch.

In my nearly 30 years of presence on the Internet, I have yet to have one robust discussion of why Dennis’s heat pump is the world’s best heating system, while I have been attacked by “skeptics” and other scientific poseurs.

The reality behind the technologies that my friend was shown blows orthodox physics out of the water, but mainstream scientists cannot be engaged on these issues, as regurgitating their textbooks is about the best that most can do. Dogma is always an enemy to the pursuit of truth, and it richly applies to today’s science.

The masses cannot distinguish the darkness from the light, and even call the darkness the light

The scientific illiteracy and allegiance to scientistic dogma that I referred to above Is part of the reason why people cannot distinguish the darkness from the light, and even call the darkness the light. Examples include making mass-murdering thieves American heroes and saints, or how Mr. Deputy was promoted and given an award for the most difficult investigation in department history, even though he was perhaps the most corrupt official that I ever encountered. Even my own mother lauded those gangsters while she attacked me.


In summary, the lessons in these recent posts (1, 2) have informed my efforts ever since. As I stated, some lessons were fully learned when my first stint with Dennis ended in 1990, but others took years of study and more events to really sink in.

If anybody realistically wants to address our existential issues, those are vital lessons to learn. I learned them the hard way, but I hope to help shorten the learning curves of the people that I seek.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As I have written, my days of study began when Dennis Lee was still in jail, as I performed the research that I thought was needed to brief any expert witnesses that my legal fund might procure. But those days of study began in earnest when I moved to Ohio in September 1990 and they have yet to end, but as I have made clear, without my days with Dennis, I would likely not have much worth saying. I had to go through an awakening process before my studies would become useful. The people that I seek also had to have some kind of awakening experience. That is a necessary first step.

First thing that I did in Ohio was subscribe to Lies of our Times (LOOT), which I had heard about earlier that year. Ed Herman was LOOT’s editor, and Noam Chomsky contributed a column each month. I had first heard of Noam the previous year. I subscribed to LOOT until it went out of business in 1994, but my first issue’s first page is the one that I remember best, as it had a short article on how the New York Times “translated” Arab script, to make all Arabs seem like religious fanatics. It wasn’t the first time for the New York Times, which could simply make it up as it went along, as I had already seen the Los Angeles Times do. I read Unreliable Sources before I read Manufacturing Consent, but I began buying Noam’s books, and later, Ed’s.

Around the same time, I subscribed to Covert Action Information Bulletin. It dealt with the CIA and friends. At that time, I had yet to learn of the CIA’s $1 billion offer to Dennis. I knew about my relative who was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger, Gary Wean’s reporting on the CIA’s role in the JFK assassination, and some other spook stuff, but studying the CIA and spooks was new to me. I also subscribed to the Christic Institute's Journal of Emergence during that autumn of 1990. I also ordered a book from Covert Action, which was the memoir of a CIA case officer named Ralph McGehee, titled Deadly Deceits. By that time, my reading style was reading many things at once, with a constant pile of books and magazines next to my bed. When the pile would get unwieldy, I would put everything away and start over.

One of my lifetime’s biggest “Aha!” experiences was reading Ralph’s book. After a moving introduction, the next several chapters were rather dry reading on his early career in East Asia, such as in Japan, the Philippines, and China, and stints back at the CIA’s headquarters near Washington, D.C. I put the book aside and read other material in my pile. But if I start a book I want to finish it, and I thought about that unfinished book on and off over the next month. I finally decided to buckle down and finish it. I had stopped reading it just before Ralph’s stint in Thailand, as he played fervent cold warrior who tried to stop the communists.

Ralph developed a program that exposed and reversed communist infiltration in rural Thailand. It was the highlight of his career and he won an award. However, one of his main findings was that, contrary to the CIA’s public assertions that the communists operated by terrorizing peasants, the communists were beloved by the peasantry, as they helped harvest the crops and they provided other assistance. In that wake of his successful program, Ralph briefed William Colby on his findings. Colby received Ralph’s findings with dismay, Ralph’s program was soon canceled, and he found himself back in Langley, bewildered by what had happened. Ralph had come up with the wrong answer. Communism could not be damned as an evil if the peasantry wanted it.

At that time, Ralph had been a gung-ho cold warrior for 15 years. He was still so dedicated to the cause that he volunteered for Vietnam in 1968, which nobody sane did. Finally, his days in Saigon awakened him to what was really happening. The USA was just another aspiring imperial overlord that slaughtered millions of people. Ralph nearly killed himself when he finally realized what he was involved with. When Ralph left Vietnam in 1970, he was a ruined man. He decided to devote his life to exposing what the CIA really was, he took early retirement during the mayhem of the 1970s, after the Church Committee hearings, he wrote his book and then engaged in an epic two-year legal battle with the CIA to finally publish it in 1983.

Finishing Ralph’s book was one of my most fortunate decisions. Deadly Deceits was one of the most influential works that I ever read. I later became Ralph’s friend, but I’ll save that for a coming post.

The media and spooks were just some of the many subjects that I studied in those days. I had obtained the patents for Mr. Mentor’s and Victor Fischer’s engines in Ventura and studied them. I also began resuming my science studies then. I went to the library at Wright State, where my wife went to school, and began to get books to help my studies. I brought home a couple of books on thermodynamics. One was a standard textbook for scientists and engineers, and the other was thermodynamics for poets. I had not cranked out a calculus derivative since college, and the second page of the textbook for scientists had calculus. I knew that I was in for a steep learning curve if I read that book, and I read the thermodynamics-for-poets book instead. After reading it, I knew the basics of thermodynamics. It also began a trend that lasts to this day. I generally use popularized science in my work, and for the people that I seek, they do not need to know more than that. I sometimes study specialist literature, but I found that popularized science is generally sufficient for me and the people that I seek. People do not need to know calculus to become scientifically literate.

I studied that thermodynamics book while I studied those patents, and I did all of it over about a month. I understood why those were such superior heat engines and I also understood why Dennis had the world’s best heating system. It is not that difficult to understand. I present the gist of thermodynamics in my writings, and that is adequate for the people that I seek.

In those days, I began building my mystical library, and we joined a spiritual community in Dayton, where we lived. I also joined a fringe-science organization named the U.S. Psychotronics Association. I began meeting people in the free-energy field, and that was how I met Brian O’Leary.

I also began exploring alternative medicine more than I already had, which began with reading Christopher Bird’s book on Gaston Naessens, which led to books on Royal Rife, which led to Ralph Hovnanian’s Medical Dark Ages, which was really my big wakeup call on the medical racket, for all that I had already seen.

I studied all of those topics at once, in late 1990 and early 1991, just as the USA began a generation of bloodshed in the Middle East, beginning with Iraq, which led to my first published writings. I did not know it at the time, but I was well on my way to developing a comprehensive perspective.

The story of my career was looking for work in a recession. I got out of school in the worst recession since World War II, and when we moved to Ohio in 1990, it was in the teeth of another recession. I soon got a temporary job, working in the back office of a savings-and-loan bank, and I got to witness some carnage from the scandal that I saw before it became a scandal. That job ended by the summer of 1991, I was then unemployed, we had run through our money, and we were on the brink of desperation when I finally landed a job as the controller for a trucking company.

I was still reeling from the events in Ventura, and my wife began insisting that I get therapy. I did, and it helped. In July 1991, while I was unemployed, I worked at the national conference for the U.S. Psychotronics Association, which was held locally, and that is where I met Brian O’Leary and discovered that Bill Delp had been a member, which explained why he showed up to heckle Dennis in 1989. I’ll deal with Brian more in the future.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

My introduction to Ed Herman’s work

In my previous post I covered my early days of study, which began in earnest when I subscribed to Lies of Our Times (“LOOT”). I mentioned that the first page of my first issue is the most memorable, as the New York Times fraudulently portrayed all Arabs as religious fanatics. That LOOT article did not have a byline, which meant that Ed Herman likely wrote it, and the article’s last sentence I think demonstrated it, which reads, “We are not holding our breath while waiting to see if the Times prints Abraham’s letter.” That was the classic Ed wit that I grew to love.

I first heard of Ed when I subscribed to LOOT, and I can’t really pinpoint when Ed’s work really began growing on me. It was likely a gradual process over the next two years. I doubt that I bought any of Ed’s books by then, other than Manufacturing Consent. When LOOT went out of business in late 1994, I began subscribing to Z Magazine, which Ed wrote an article for each month, and Noam regularly contributed. Z Magazine was run by Michael Albert and his partner Lydia Sargent. They also co-founded South End Press, which published Ed and Noam’s first major work together after their initial effort was censored. Ed repeatedly used South End Press to publish his books.

When the movie Manufacturing Consent came out in 1992, I was pleased to see Ed in it, if only for a few moments. I began my brief correspondence with Noam soon afterward, when I was driven from my sleep to write him a 17-page letter, to amazingly get a response from him two weeks later. Noam had my undying gratitude for that alone. It was probably soon after I began subscribing to Z Magazine that I began buying Ed’s books. I had a bunch of Noam’s books before I began buying Ed’s. I found Ed’s work more accessible than Noam’s, and Ed was funny, with a dry wit that was a bonus of reading Ed’s work.

Ed’s Beyond Hypocrisy was even illustrated by a political cartoonist, which Noam would have never done. In the 1990s, I continued to study everything that I could, which I will cover in future posts, but I got my monthly dose of Ed’s work in LOOT and Z Magazine, and I read his books. It was my golden age of reading Ed’s work.

As I will get to in this series of posts, I first became aware of blemishes to Christopher Columbus’s image in Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States. One of the first essays in my site as it stands today is my Columbus essay. I hired an editor in 1999 and in my 2001 revision to my Columbus essay I quoted a passage from Zinn’s book. I found Zinn’s email address in those innocent days of the Internet and emailed him for his permission. I didn’t know if I would ever hear back from Zinn, contacting him that way. I was amazed to get a reply from him that same day. He not only gave his permission, but he read my essay and praised it. A new academic journal published my Columbus essay about a month later.

How my relationship with Ed began

After that encounter with Zinn, I decided to try my luck with Ed, whose email address was also surprisingly easy to find, and our relationship then began. Ed immediately came across as the avuncular man that he seemed from his writings, which is why I called him Uncle Ed. Over the years, he even signed an email or two to me as Uncle Ed, to my eternal amusement.

We only communicated by email. One of his co-authors only knew him through emails, in our electronic age. My eventual offer to improve Ed’s libelous Wikipedia biography I hoped would spur an effort to produce a professional biography of his life, and I hope that I live to see one. I hoped that when Ed saw that I was serious that we would begin to collaborate, and I might help when a professional came in. But I get ahead of myself.

By the time that I first contacted Ed in 2001, I had read most of his books and had read more than a decade of his articles in LOOT, Z Magazine, and elsewhere. Ed even had an article in Covert Action Information Bulletin in the 1990s. In those days, his articles at MR Online had largely yet to come.

We began a friendly correspondence. The last thing that I wanted to do was take up Ed’s valuable time, so he only heard from me when I had something that I thought was important. I somewhat naively contributed to Amnesty International in the late 1990s. Soon after I began communicating with Ed, I began getting mailings from Amnesty International as it campaigned to have Milosevic prosecuted by the tribunal at The Hague, which was a kangaroo court. Ed had been writing about the crime of what the West did to Yugoslavia, and I wrote to him of my dismay at Amnesty International’s campaign on Milosevic. Ed agreed that Amnesty’s campaign was scandalous. In 2007, Ed and his colleagues wrote about the corruption of Human Rights Watch. I learned from Ed that the prominent so-called “human rights” organizations were largely imperial tools. Ed wrote that he only contributed to local human rights organizations, such as some in the former Yugoslavia.

The American invasion of Iraq was one of my lifetime’s most agonizing events, which Noam accurately called the crime of the century so far. A quasi-left mystical activist promoted my work during the invasion of Iraq, and I put her in touch with Ed when she wanted to help the situation in Iraq. I was copied in for some of it, and that activist got the hots for Ed! I was amused, alarmed, and embarrassed. Ed was never very disclosing about his personal life in his writings, and I did not know at the time that he had been happily married for nearly 60 years at that time. That Ed got that kind of attention was a little troubling, and I did not put another woman in touch with him after that.

Soon after the invasion of Iraq, Brian O’Leary recruited me into his new-energy effort. Brian stated that he and I would try to rally the left to our cause. Brian had impressive credentials, and I tried to introduce Brian to Ed a few times, but Ed was never interested. Ed once admitted to me that he neglected energy in his economic writings, but free energy was a bridge to far for not only Ed, but nearly all of the left, too. I eventually realized that their resistance was ideological, but almost everybody has their excuse. After I tried to introduce Brian to Ed a few times, I stopped trying and I never brought up free energy with Ed again. Ed was arguably the world’s leading media analyst, he was nearly 80 years old, and his plate was full. I was sympathetic to his lack of interest.

After that, I wrote to Ed only a few times a year at most, when issues came up. I wrote to him after Zinn’s death in 2010, and Ed replied with:

“Yes, Zinn's death was a painful shock. He was an awfully good and valuable man.”

Ed finished that memorable reply with: “I hope you are well. The political scene is really stinko!”

The last big writing project of Ed’s life was about Rwanda. I later learned from Chris Black that he got Ed and David Peterson (Ed’s co-author in his last years) interested in the Rwanda situation. Chris and Ed had been colleagues on Yugoslavia. Ed’s takes on Yugoslavia and Rwanda were typical of his efforts, as he exposed Western propaganda regarding those events, which even turned reality upside down at times. Even today, notable leftists still echo the Western propaganda view of those conflicts.

Brian came in and out of my life for 20 years, and when he had his second heart attack and finished a bout with cancer, I knew that the end was near. Brian was the only astronaut without a biography at NASA, and his Wikipedia biography was embarrassingly bad. I offered to work on those biographies, and Brian took me up on it. I had already seen Wikipedia’s biases, and my strategy was to do his NASA bio first, so that it would be harder to wreck his Wikipedia bio. Getting his NASA bio published was an adventure, and a noted space “skeptic” attacked Brian’s Martian credentials, and incompetently. After that adventure was over, I started in on his Wikipedia bio, and soon became embroiled in edit wars, to eventually have a Wikipedia admin hack away at it when I tried to improve Ed’s bio. All of Brian’s free-energy work has been removed from his Wikipedia bio, which is just one more Wikipedia scandal, but I was able to partially rectify that at Wikiquotes. I can live with Brian’s Wikipedia bio as it stands today. His Grokipedia bio is worse in ways. As with Ed, I am really Brian’s only biographer today.

In Ed’s last years, he only heard from me once a year or so. On his 90^th birthday in 2015, I congratulated him on making it to 90, and he replied that his body still worked sufficiently and that he hoped that his continued writing (he still wrote monthly articles for Z Magazine) would inspire “young guys” like me to keep going into our old age.

In his last years, Ed was interviewed frequently. He was once asked what his contribution to scholarship was, and he replied that it was helping pairing analysis become more popular and his portrayal of the media as an elite tool.

How I became Ed’s first and so far only biographer

On Ed’s 92^nd birthday, which would be his last, I noted how terrible his Wikipedia bio was. I showed him Brian’s bio and offered to similarly improve his bio. A day or two later, Ed replied that he “wished” that I would do that. He admitted how disgusting his Wikipedia bio was, that it would be self-serving if he did it, and he didn’t think that he had the stomach for it, anyway. He wrote that I was under no obligation to, and that he had not suffered any repercussions from it. That was all the encouragement that I needed.

As with Brian, I began my studies of Ed’s work in way that I had not done before. I found his two earliest political books, long out of print, and studied them. His The Great Society Dictionary I never found, but later versions were in Demonstration Elections and Beyond Hypocrisy, and I reproduced some of the entries at Wikiquotes. I reproduced Ed’s Magic Bullet entry in his Doublespeak Dictionary, partly to show how Ed was almost alone on the left in giving credence to the conspiracy angle on the JFK assassination. In one of LOOT’s early issues, the cover story was how the media was attacking Oliver Stone’s JFK before the movie was even made, and on the cover was one of the Oswald backyard photos, which LOOT’s cover stated was likely a fake. Ed was intrigued by my reporting of Gary Wean’s conversation with John Tower. Michael Parenti is the only other prominent lefty that I ever saw who argued for a conspiracy behind JFK’s murder. This was one of several areas that I saw where Ed had a difference of opinion with Noam.

I reread Noam and Ed’s The Political Economy of Human Rights, which was Ed’s first major effort with Noam, after their first book was subjected to one of the most outrageous incidents of censorship ever. It took me weeks to write the chapter on Rwanda, as I had to go deep on it to do it justice. I had been writing publicly about Yugoslavia for many years by that time, and used Ed’s work in my Yugoslavian writings. I had long written about Ed and Noam’s work on the media, beginning with LOOT. So, for most of Ed’s bio it was not much of a stretch for me to do it, as I had already used Ed and Noam’s work in mine. For my summary of his Z Magazine articles, I had to dig though my library and put them in one stack, and I didn’t find all of my issues.

That email from Ed, to give me the green light to work on his bio, was the last email that Ed ever sent me, as far as personal communication went. By Ed’s 92^nd birthday, his output at Z Magazine was sporadic. Ed no longer wrote an article each month. It became more like several times a year. It was one reason why I offered to improve Ed’s Wikipedia bio, because as with Brian, I felt that the end was near for Ed. I ruefully discovered how right I was.

After Ed encouraged me to work on his bio, his published output dropped to nearly zero. He only wrote two articles after that. One was on the media’s hysteria over Russia, and the last article published in his lifetime was on the Propaganda Model at 30 years old. The last words published in Ed’s lifetime were: “The Propaganda Model is as strong and applicable as it was thirty years ago […].  The Propaganda Model lives on.” Indeed it does. As long as there is a capitalist media, the Propaganda Model will be relevant.

I received one last email from Ed, a couple of months before his death. It was related to his work, and for the first time ever, I was among a dozen or so people whom Ed copied in in his email, in which we could see each other’s email addresses. I think that that was intentional on Ed’s part, as he knew the end was near, and it was a way to bring one of his circles together. That email introduced me to Chris Black and Sam Husseini. I seem to recall that I sent an email to Ed in those last months and did not hear back. That, combined with his publishing silence, deeply concerned me. In early November, I sent an email to the recipient of that last email from Ed, asking if he knew whether Ed was OK. He didn’t know anything, but a few days later he sent me news of Ed’s death. Exactly one week before Ed died, I began publishing on my bio project for Ed. Ed never saw my work on his bio.

When I got news of Ed’s death, I notified Ed’s circle that he copied me in on, and Sam was instrumental in getting Ed’s obituary published in Washington Post and the New York Times. Sam had my enduring gratitude for that alone. The New York Times’s obituary was actually a confirmation of Ed and Noam’s Propaganda Model, which Ed’s friends thought that he would have been amused to see.

From that notification to Ed’s gang of his death, Chris Black read my chapter of Ed’s bio on Rwanda. I knew of no greater authority on Earth on that chapter than Chris, and he raved about it, which was my first indication that I was doing justice to Ed’s life and work. Chris and I began a friendship that lasted for the rest of his life, but like with Ed, alas, it never went beyond emails. My friendship with Sam is the same. Maybe it will be more with Sam one day. Those guys are in my pantheon, as beacons in the darkness.

As with Brian and his NASA bio, I published a draft of my bio of Ed before I decided to tackle Wikipedia. I had already seen how Wikipedia played ball, not only on Brian’s bio, but I wrote an article in 2008 on my attempts to improve an article on massacres. Ed’s Wikipedia bio was truly disgusting and an exercise in libel, led by Wikipedia’s most infamous editor. Chris was enraged by Ed’s Wikipedia bio. Ed did not have a stauncher friend than Chris. Chris informed me that he was the person who interested Ed in Rwanda, and he was highly impressed with Ed and David Peterson’s courage in taking on the establishment’s propaganda line on Rwanda. To this day, seemingly few on the left really agree with Ed’s take on Rwanda, but Ed’s is probably the most accurate view.

I did not try to improve Ed’s Wikipedia bio until the summer of 2018. I knew that I was in for a battle. I spent about 100 hours mastering my changes to the articles (here are the web versions). My changes lasted only hours. As with my attempts to improve the massacre list, the worst offender with my attempt to improve Ed’s bio was an admin, not an editor. He was highly unprofessional, with personal attacks, profanity, and the like. He not only reverted nearly all of my changes, but he also erased them from Wikipedia, so that nobody could even see what I had written in Wikipedia’s history. That was a “nuclear option” that is rarely used at Wikipedia. Even Wikipedia eventually overrode their admin on that issue, as he went too far over the line in his fervor. One of my pupils joined the fray and Wikipedia banned him. Those incidents thoroughly exposed Wikipedia as an imperial mouthpiece. Two years later, I wrote an essay on the Propaganda Model and Wikipedia. As with his New York Times obituary, Ed’s libelous Wikipedia biography is just another confirmation of the Propaganda Model, in great irony. Last year, Grokipedia launched, and it has the first credible mainstream biography of Ed that I know of. Grokipedia has its limitations, but Elon Musk deserves credit for a biography of Ed that rises above the propaganda.

Chris raved about my Wikipedia essay, and he was doubly angry at Ed’s treatment at Wikipedia. The year before, Wikipedia deleted Chris’s bio, on the “notability” issue. Chris was one of the greatest human-rights attorneys on Earth, whose life was likely shortened because of his efforts, but two people were able to erase Chris at Wikipedia. I wanted to work with Chris to do a creditable biography of his life, but his death last year may have scuttled those plans. I’ll do a video on Chris one day soon. My next post will be about Ed’s relationship with Noam and the Epstein issue, which I have already weighed in on once, but I think that I am obligated to write about it a little more.

It took 18 months of my “spare” time to complete my bio project on Ed, and it was a labor of love. I miss Ed.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Oil is the black gold of industrial economies. As Bucky Fuller said, if oil was priced at the benefit that humanity got from it, it would cost $1 million per barrel. In 1945, the USA’s State Department called Saudi Arabia’s oil among world history’s “greatest material prizes.” Taken as a whole, nothing in history compares to Middle East oil, which the industrializing powers quickly realized. When Winston Churchill began to convert the British Navy from coal to oil in 1911, and on Iranian oil, the Middle East’s fate was sealed. Five years later, the British and French conspired to break the Ottoman Empire into controllable oil states. When Iran nationalized its oil industry, the CIA overthrew its elected government on behalf of oil companies, which directly led to the strife that we see there today.

The lure of oil explains everything about the industrialized world’s interest in the Middle East. Everything else is a sideshow. In what is likely Noam Chomsky’s final book, he explicitly named oil politics as an anchor of American-Israeli relations, while also discussing the “settler state” origins of Israel and the USA, in which annihilating and displacing the indigenous inhabitants was an essential aspect of the process, which we see happening in Gaza today. Hitler adopted the same settler-state framework for his plans for Eastern Europe, inspired by the USA’s example. I doubt that there is a sane person on Earth, with any idea how the world works, who thinks that oil had nothing to do with the West’s repeated imperial rampages through the Middle East for the past century, which have only accelerated in this century.

I recently discussed the ten nations with the largest oil deposits, and Venezuela and Iran rank first and third, which explains everything about Trump’s attacks on those nations. Everything else is noise. With the ongoing attack on Iran, Trump acted like a mafia don, making Iran an offer it could not refuse, and like with Bush the Second and Iraq, Trump states that he is going to bomb Iran into becoming a democracy. I doubt that even Trump believes that. It is all about the oil, as usual. Unlike the Bushes and Iraq, Trump did not even bother to make a case to the American people before launching his attack on Iran.

When Bush the Second invaded Iraq, worldly analysts stated that Iran was next, after it had been “softened up” enough, and an Israeli scholar said that Iran was crazy if it did not pursue nuclear weapons. The year after the 2003 invasion, when it became obvious that it was a catastrophe for the people of Iraq, at the Democratic Convention in 2004, before he was even elected to the U.S. Senate, Barack Obama called for bombing Iran. That told me all that I needed to know about Obama. Ed Herman called Obama’s decision to not bomb Iran likely the “finest moment” of his reign.

As Noam often stated, regarding American foreign policy, it has not mattered whether the sitting president was a Democrat or Republican, as the Empire rolled on. American presidents have not mattered since JFK, when the MIC took over foreign policy and all presidents became puppets. Noam correctly called the invasion of Iraq the crime of the 21st century so far. Obama led the overthrow of Libya’s government (10^th largest oil deposits on Earth), which was a catastrophe for Libya’s people. Before the invasion, Libya had the highest standard of living in Africa, ranked 53^rd in the world. In 2025, it ranked 115th, and its life expectancy fell by five years from 2010, which is typical for American interventions. Obama also led the overthrow of Ukraine’s government, which set the stage for the war there today. Russia has the world’s eighth largest oil deposits, just ahead of the USA.

Today, I read all manner of pundit weighing in on what the war on Iran really means. Some argue that it is a way for Trump to attack China, as Iran is its second biggest oil supplier, and China buys over 80% of Iran’s oil. At least the pundits get that part right. American mainstream pundits somehow ignored Iraq’s oil in their assessment of the war’s cause. I see this kind of blindness, of ignoring the elephant in the room, all the time. I finished a post on those elephants with the biggest one of all: free energy, which has been on the planet for longer than I have. The subject is forbidden in nearly all venues on Earth. In nearly 30 years of having an Internet presence, I still await the first robust discussion on why Dennis Lee’s heat pump is the world’s best heating system. The physics behind it is not even exotic. It is garden-variety thermodynamics, and nobody on Earth, other than me, has mustered a credible discussion of it in 30 years. No wonder free energy is completely off the table. It would solve all of humanity’s existential issues and would also usher in an unprecedented world of abundance. There is a free-energy field, but it is in a state of arrested development, partly due to organized suppression, but other reasons are more important (naïveté, low integrity, focus on inventors).

The greatest triumph of the global elite is making free energy and what comes with it unimaginable to the public, and about 99.999% of humanity readily acquiesces to the mind control. I seek the people who can imagine it, and I know the people that I seek. I am here to help them. If we succeed, oil will become meaningless, as will most aspects of today’s world. Today’s geopolitics will become a relic of a bygone world. It makes macabre sense in a world of scarcity and fear, but it will become obsolete in world of abundance. I am open for business. Time is short.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Ed Herman and Noam Chomsky’s early collaborations

I have been quiet lately because of computer problems that seem to have been solved, once I took my new computer to the company that built it, and damaged hardware was discovered. I hope that the days of constant crashes of my computer are over, and they seem to be, at least a day later, but we’ll see.

I have been asked to write about Ed and Noam’s writing partnership, and it conveniently fits into these oral history posts.

Ed wrote his first political book before Noam wrote politically. Ed was the consummate collaborator, as can be seen in how many of his books were co-authored, and Ed got his co-authors to write articles for Lies of Our Times. Practically everybody who knew Ed loved him. One of my pals (RIP Leroy!) had Ed for a class at Wharton, and he informed me that Ed was a great professor. He also warned me what would happen if I tried to improve Ed’s Wikipedia bio, and Leroy was right.

While writing this, I found this tribute to Ed by Noam in 2018, in which I learned some new things. Ed and Noam were both raised in Philadelphia, but the American invasion of Vietnam became a common cause for them. Ed’s book on atrocities in Vietnam attracted Noam’s attention. That book was highly respected in Vietnam War literature. My email relationship with Ed was not unusual. One of Ed’s coauthors only communicated with Ed that way, and in his tribute, Noam stated that he only met Ed a few times and would probably not recognize him walking down the street.

Ed discussed why he collaborated with Noam, and their first joint effort was a small book that was censored by putting its publisher out of business in 1973. That censored book, Counter-Revolutionary Violence: Bloodbaths in Fact and Propaganda, presented Ed and Noam’s bloodbath framework. While Noam was far more than a celebrity coauthor, we know that Ed at least named the bloodbath framework’s categories (as Noam said in that video and David Peterson wrote in the introduction to his anthology book of his writings with Ed), and Ed used that framework for the rest of his life. Ed likely invented that framework, as he did the Propaganda Model, as well as the idea of worthy and unworthy victims. Noam said that those inventions reflected Ed’s “sardonic” sense of humor.

The bloodbath framework is worth discussing. There are three basic categories: constructive, benign, and nefarious. Constructive bloodbaths serve American, primarily corporate, interests, so are celebrated in the media. Benign bloodbaths are largely committed by American allies and client states, so are ignored. Nefarious bloodbaths are committed by official enemies, so are denounced and lied about. There is also a subcategory of nefarious bloodbath called mythical, which either never happened or was exaggerated in surreal fashion. In 1989, the year after Manufacturing Consent was published, Noam wrote about how the Propaganda Model treated bloodbaths, based on their category, and he noted that when the lies about nefarious bloodbaths were exposed, those doing the exposing would be attacked, which largely sums up the attacks on Ed and Noam ever since.

As Noam predicted, nearly all of the Sturm und Drang around Ed and Noam’s work on exposing the USA’s imperial crimes was about how nefarious bloodbaths are lied about. In 1979, they published their two-volume work that built on the censored book, and the second volume was about how the media lied about postwar Indochina in order to help rebuild America’s imperial ideology. That second volume’s largest chapter was on postwar Cambodia, which initiated a propaganda campaign that lasts to this day to falsely portray Noam, and to a lesser extent, Ed, as holocaust deniers regarding postwar Cambodia, and Khmer Rouge supporters. Ed and Noam’s being critical of the media’s hypocritical treatment of bloodbaths seems beyond the imagination of the people who have attacked Ed and Noam over the years.

What that second volume really did was compare the known facts of postwar Cambodia to the media’s treatment of them. The results perfectly conformed to the bloodbath framework, and the findings in that book have never been rationally disputed, just like their Propaganda Model has never been credibly challenged. Instead, Noam and Ed’s critics resort to lying, irrationality, and personal attacks. I have witnessed dozens of such attacks. Ed’s New York Times obituary was a classic instance of it, when it noted that Ed and Noam “soft-pedaled evidence of genocide in Cambodia, Rwanda and, during the Bosnia war, Srebrenica in their Manufacturing Consent.” In standard media fashion, the bloodbaths in Rwanda and Srebrenica had not even happened when Manufacturing Consent was published. Far from “soft-pedaling” the evidence, all three bloodbaths were “nefarious,” and Ed and Noam merely exposed the media’s treatment them. Ed and Noam discussed in their 1979 book that there may have been a genuine genocide in postwar Cambodia, which the USA would have had great responsibility for.

Manufacturing Consent and the Propaganda Model

In their 1979 collaboration, features of their later Propaganda Model can be seen, and in 1986, Ed proposed his first propaganda model. In 1986, Ed presented his first propaganda model, and Ed and Noam’s Manufacturing Consent, published in 1988, made the Propaganda Model famous. Noam insisted that Ed’s name be presented first on the book’s cover, to reflect Ed’s greater contribution to it. Future mentions of Manufacturing Consent could completely omit Ed’s name in favor of Noam’s, and Ed did not mind it at all. Manufacturing Consent is the most famous book that Ed or Noam ever wrote, and it is still hugely influential. Ed’s last article published in his lifetime was on how the Propaganda Model had fared since its publication 30 years earlier: as relevant as ever.

Noam said that he always thought that Ed’s fifth filter in the Propaganda Model needed to be generalized more. It needed to be a generalized ideological filter that could demonize out-groups, and after the fall of the Soviet Union, that fifth filter was largely replaced with anti-terrorism. The miracle of the market also later served as that filter, which boosted the media’s master: capitalists.

Ed regularly defended Noam from assailants (1, 2, 3). Noam said that the Propaganda Model is a special case of the constraints that all intellectuals in capitalist societies are subjected to. To this day, there has yet to be a credible challenged to the Propaganda Model, and it will continue to be relevant as long as there is a capitalist media.

Since Manufacturing Consent

Noam wrote an article in Lies of our Times each month, titled “Letter from Lexington.” They were compiled into a book in 1993, for which Ed wrote the foreword. They spoke at a public appearance together in 1993 to accept an award, but Ed was largely Noam’s warmup act. After Lies of Our Times went out of business in 1994, Ed and Noam rarely collaborated. In 2009, Noam and Ed participated in an interview on how the Propaganda Model had fared, 20 years later.

In that tribute video to Ed, Noam said that their friendship lasted the rest of Ed’s life. In a late-life interview, Ed admitted, when questioned about it, that Noam was not happy with Ed’s critiques of “leftists” such as Christopher Hitchens (who preferred writing while drunk), and Todd Gitlin (who supported the USA’s bombing of Yugoslavia, and invasion and occupation of Afghanistan), who was one of Ed’s critics in Ed’s mainstream obituaries. Ed called Hitchens the founding member of the “Cruise Missile Left.” “Leftists for Empire” might be another name for the Cruise Missile Left. Noam thought that Ed’s “leftist” critiques helped “divide” the left, but Ed thought that such critiques were important.

One of Ed’s last great writing projects was on what the West, with the USA leading the way, did to Yugoslavia. Regarding the Srebrenica massacre, Ed led a scholarly and unrebutted effort to show how the vengeance massacre, which the USA may have instigated for propaganda purposes, of about 800 men, was inflated into a “genocide” of 8,000 men. The year before he died, Chris Black spoke at a conference in Serbia, and he informed me that Ed’s work still had high regard in Serbia and Russia. Noam did not write with Ed on Yugoslavia, but Noam wrote his own book on the NATO intervention in Kosovo (excerpt here).

Regarding Rwanda, Ed and David Peterson showed how the American propaganda machine turned reality upside down, as the invasion and conquest of Rwanda by Paul Kagame’s Tutsi forces was somehow a genocide of Tutsis by Hutus, when the reality was that millions of Hutus were eventually killed by Kagame’s forces. Ed and David called Kagame “possibly the greatest mass murderer alive today,” and Kagame is portrayed as a heroic figure in the English-speaking West, who was recently “elected” with 99% of the “vote,” after similar fraudulent elections, which elicited no reaction in the West once again.

The media’s increasingly indiscriminate use of the word “genocide” inspired Ed to write, with David, The Politics of Genocide in 2010, for which Noam wrote the foreword. They used the same bloodbath framework as in Noam and Ed’s 1973 book, and they did something new: they compared the media’s use of the word “genocide” to describe constructive, benign, and nefarious bloodbaths. Of course, “genocide” was almost exclusively used to describe nefarious bloodbaths, and rarely used for constructive or benign bloodbaths. In his foreword, Noam suggested that the word “genocide” should be retired from public discourse until it can be honestly used.

Ed and David performed a novel statistical analysis: how many deaths in a bloodbath versus the media’s use of the word genocide to describe them. The two most extreme cases were the nefarious bloodbath in Kosovo, committed by Serbian forces, and the benign bloodbath in Congo, when Kagame’s Tutsis led the invasion. The comparison of those two bloodbaths yielded the most extreme statistic that I have ever seen in the social sciences: the death of an Albanian civilian in Kosovo was called “genocide” in the media more than 25,000 times as often as the death of a Hutu refugee in Congo.

As I have written, Ed was onboard with the idea that JFK was killed in a conspiracy, and Noam wrote a book to deny that the CIA would have had any motivation to be involved. I consider Noam’s book a misguided effort. The CIA led the cover-up and was certainly involved in the operation that got JFK killed. If we credit Danny Sheehan’s reporting, Allen Dulles greenlit the JFK hit, which is no surprise.

On retail politics, Ed supported Ralph Nader’s run in 2000, as I did. Ed said that he learned his lesson with the Nader campaign (on the uselessness of electoral politics), and I have not voted for president since then. Noam is rarely seen in the mainstream American media, except for each presidential election, when he is trotted out to say, “Vote Democrat,” as the lesser of two evils.

Ed stayed in his lane, largely confining his public work to American imperial behavior and the media’s treatment of it. Noam, however, ranged over a bewildering array of topics.

My next post will be about Noam since Ed’s death. Nobody can speak for Ed, but I will speculate a little about how Ed might have reacted to events since his death.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
I took my new computer to the company that built it, and damaged hardware was discovered.

An advantage of my building my own computers ... I need not take them far when seeking service.

[Wade Frazier]

I used to build my own, but it has been a while. Even with the last one that I built (in 2010), which I still have (and used while the new one was in the shop), I still had to take it in when components failed. I had a Pinto for 18 years, and was its mechanic, but that ended in 2000 (when somebody ran it over). My technician days are waning. Glad to see some home techs still out there.

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Virtual Ed

I recently read a book on “virtual JFK,” which addressed the question of whether JFK would have escalated the Vietnam War if he had lived. Noam Chomsky argued that JFK would have, but the exercise, in which JFK’s staff and advisors participated, had a more mixed conclusion, and the people who mounted it concluded that JFK would not have escalated Vietnam like Lyndon Johnson did. That exercise would have greatly benefitted from comparing Gary Wean’s testimony of the John Tower conversation with the Operation Northwoods document. JFK’s lukewarm imperial stance was likely a key reason for why he was murdered.

In the years since Ed Herman’s death in 2017, I have often wondered what Ed would have had to say about current events. I am kind of glad that Ed did not live to see the COVID pandemic or the news that Noam Chomsky is making these days.

Ed wrote about Israel, the USA, and Iran, and how Israel was trying to drag the USA into war against Iran. The ongoing American-Israeli attack on Iran would not have surprised him. Similarly, he long wrote about the terror state that Israel is, so the genocide in Gaza would also not have been surprising to Ed, and he would have written extensively about it.

Throughout his writing career, Ed wrote about the USA’s hostility to the Soviet Union and Russia, and his last articles published on the Internet dealt with it. Ed wrote about the American-backed overthrow of Ukraine’s government and resultant civil war, and he would not have been surprised when Russia entered the war. He would have written on the topic extensively.

Ed wrote on the USA’s increasing disregard for international law, as it instead erected kangaroo court tribunals (1, 2) to prosecute its victims. Trump’s attack on Iran with Israel gives the finger to international law, as the law of the jungle increasingly prevails. Here is an astute and devastating reaction to our attack. Ed would have been all over our attacks on Iran.

In one of our exchanges, Ed stated that one hobby was following an aspect of astronomy, but he didn’t state what it was. That showed Ed’s interest in the physical sciences. Ed wrote about “junk science” in his work, which Ed termed the misuse of scientific findings for corporate propaganda. What Ed didn’t do, however, was write about the corruption of the scientific process itself. That corruption has been blatantly evident in biomedical science, and never more so than during the COVID pandemic. A medical racket exists that is increasingly global in scope. While Noam advocated coerced vaccination, I strongly doubt that Ed would have. Noam may have been guilty of scientism, which is the worship of science, which is an endemic problem with the “left” and its often-materialistic stance. I am not sure about Ed on that, but I think that the dynamics of the corruption of science would have been very familiar to Ed.

In recent years I have studied polio and AIDS, and they are likely chemical-poisoning diseases, not caused by viruses. All – and I mean all – early AIDS patients in San Francisco were illicit drug users, especially poppers, which is the anal-sex drug that all gays that got AIDS imbibed back then. Polio was even more stunning. The first polio outbreak was in a farming town in Vermont in 1894, which happened the same year that farmers in that town began using the new miracle insecticide: lead arsenate. The germ theory of disease was new, and scientists doggedly hunted for a germ cause while completely ignoring the new miracle pesticide. To this day, polio is almost certainly falsely blamed on a virus, as AIDS also likely is.

Ed would have appreciated that it took 40 years for biomedical science to finally admit that coating the USA’s crops in lead arsenate was probably not a good idea, and it was phased out, only to see the rise of DDT and the final polio wave, until DDT was phased out because it lost its insect-killing effect. Polio commensurately declined, before there was a vaccine campaign for it, which was the first national vaccine campaign, which is falsely credited to this day for conquering polio. In fact, by the 1970s, according to the CDC, nearly all American polio cases were caused by the vaccine.

During scientific meetings, scientists in the pay of pesticide interests shouted down any evidence of harm from lead arsenate. During those same years of scientific corruption, fluoride was rebranded from deadly industrial waste to compulsory “medicine” by scientists and officials who worked for fluoride polluters. It has taken nearly a century to finally begin to reverse the process of adding an industrial waste to our water supply. Similarly, in those same years, lead was added to gasoline, purely for profit reasons. The EPA estimated 5,000 American deaths each year from leaded gasoline before it was finally phased out, more than 60 years after it was introduced (and corrupt scientists defended lead all the way, too). That was Ed’s junk science on steroids, but Ed never went there. Maybe he could not cross that line into the corruption of the scientific process itself, but that dynamic perfectly fits frameworks such as Ed’s Propaganda Model and how myths become entrenched by vested interests. Even the defenders of science consider biomedical science its flimsiest and most corrupt branch. Could the COVID pandemic have finally moved Ed over that hump? I don’t know, but I like to think that it might have, maybe with my help.

The rest of this post will be devoted to the Noam and Epstein issue, and I’ll venture (perhaps foolishly) what Ed might have had to say about it.

The Jeffrey Epstein issue in general

I have written about the Jeffrey Epstein issue plenty in the past, but a summary seems in order. My spook ties go back to my close relative who was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger, and who nearly tried to retreat me into the business. My former partner, Dennis Lee, was in Special Forces in Vietnam. The spooks were involved during my days with Dennis, and the CIA offered Dennis $1 billion to fold our operation before we had the boom lowered on us. Spooks kidnapped my close friend and gave him an underground technology show. I got to watch psychopaths such as Mr. Deputy and Ken Hodgell in action, as they helped wipe us out, like Bill Delp did. The spooks likely shortened Brian O’Leary’s life.

I have far more experience than I want with the spook realm, and Epstein certainly was deep in the spook world. His partner in crime, Ghislaine Maxwell, had a spook heritage, as her father worked in intelligence, likely with Mossad, among others. Kind of like with Lee Harvey Oswald, everywhere you look at Epstein, you see the fingerprints of intelligence.
When Epstein set up his lair in New Albany, Ohio, I only lived a few miles away, and I heard of Les Wexner’s sexual escapades at the time. I don’t buy the “naïve billionaire” story with Wexner and Epstein.

Gary Wean was at the Malibu pool party at Peter Lawford’s home where John Kennedy was introduced to Marilyn Monroe. Monroe was introduced to JFK as part of an intelligence-gathering and blackmail operation run by Mickey Cohen and Menachem Begin. Gary was at Monroe’s home on the night of her death (search by “Monroe” in this document), as he had her home under surveillance. She was visited that night by her handler, who was Cohen’s underling. She did not commit suicide, but had to be silenced, as she knew too much.

I have given my views on Israel’s possible involvement in the JFK hit, and it could well have been, but I think that Daniel Sheehan’s reporting is closer to the truth, in that the CIA ran the assassination operation, just as it ran the fake assassination operation. People such as Oswald and John Tower were double-crossed and came to untimely ends.

Another interesting wrinkle is Epstein and cold fusion, as Epstein took credit for killing off cold fusion research, and the Mormon Church seems to have been involved. Nothing in that realm would surprise me, but my take on that is that free energy (AKA abundant and safely produced energy), which would include cold fusion, has few allies and many enemies, and organized suppression can originate from many levels of the world’s power structure, as they all play the same basic game and won’t let anything upset their applecart. Free-energy technology is older than I am.

It would not surprise me at all if Epstein was part of a Mossad blackmail operation, and I strongly doubt that he committed suicide in jail.

Almost every day, another luminary gets associated with Epstein. While Donald Trump, Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew, Bill Gates, and Elon Musk are old news, the revelations of Stephen Hawking and Lisa Randall are new and showed how much Epstein cultivated intellectuals. Epstein had an office at Harvard and a stream of professors on his dole. Randall is a highly attractive Harvard physicist who joked with Epstein about his conviction and visited his notorious island in 2014.

Epstein and Chomsky

I have written on the Epstein-Chomsky issue before (1), and it is time for a little more. It must be remembered that it is Noam’s private life on display, so the attention to his emails with Epstein is a bit voyeuristic.

I have gone down that rabbit hole quite a bit in recent weeks, and I’ll spare my readers most of the details, but I will link to some of them. The most measured response that I have seen to the Epstein-Chomsky issue is by Tim Hjersted. Michael Albert is one of Noam’s staunchest allies, and he had a thoughtful response. The harsh criticisms (1, 2, 3) that I have seen coming from various leftists I thought went overboard, and the right is having a field day.

Here is a typical pillorying of Noam with the latest Epstein revelations, in which the author accused Noam of his “unforgivable” “downplaying” of atrocities in Cambodia, Bosnia, and Kosovo, as if Noam and Ed had never created their bloodbath framework. I have seen that kind of attack dozens of times, and the assailants are either stupid, dishonest, or both. Here we are, 47 years later, still seeing those lies about Noam and Cambodia. As Ed noted, the lies live forever, no matter how many times they are exposed. That behavior brings up Brian O’Leary’s question of whether humanity is really a sentient species (or the chief lesson of my journey: personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity). In the last article published in Ed’s lifetime, he used that framework on recent killings of protestors, one in Iran and one in Honduras, to show that the Propaganda Model still works, with nearly the same statistical level of Ed’s original analysis of worthy and unworthy victims. Ed and Noam’s critics cannot afford to even acknowledge their bloodbath framework. Ed’s Wikipedia bio reflects that ignorance, as his bio is dominated by the Cambodian, Yugoslavian, and Rwandan bloodbaths without mentioning that they are nefarious bloodbaths. Although my changes to Ed’s Wikipedia bio were erased, I was able to introduce the bloodbath framework in their two earliest works (1, 2).

As I discussed before, Noam might have been the most approachable person on Earth, especially for somebody of his stature. One funny event was when Sacha Baron Cohen pulled one of his stunts with Noam, which Noam good-naturedly tolerated. Noam’s assistant, Bev Stohl, wrote that Noam was dazed after that encounter and said, “No more men in gold suits.” I reviewed her memoir about working for Noam.

What came through in Stohl’s book was how protective of Noam those close to him were. At MIT, Noam was in an office suite with professors who were fiercely protective of him, and Stohl was also his protector. But his greatest protector was his wife, Carol (see this). Noam seemed incapable of saying “no,” which Stohl wrote about (search in that document for “The man who couldn’t say No”). When Carol died in 2008, Noam became easily taken advantage of. Some Reddit threads (1, 2, 3) discuss, with varying levels of quality, the issue of Noam and Epstein. Stohl also weighed in.

Here is my assessment. This passage from Noam’s emails has garnered the greatest reaction:

“[…] the hysteria that has developed about abuse of women, which has reached the point that even questioning a charge is a crime worse than murder.”

Noam made many statements like that, such as on Trump:

“[…] the worst criminal in human history.”

Noam regularly made those kinds of statements, and I had to get into his arguments and evidence to make sense of them. Noam could launch a kind of outrageous hyperbole around such statements. When I took in Noam’s argument and evidence, I could see where he was coming from, even if I did not agree with his conclusions, such as his stance on coerced COVID vaccines.

Noam’s sometimes-over-dramatic style aside, I think that Noam was right about the “hysteria” that developed around the #MeToo movement (but not the “worse than murder” part). Addressing the longstanding sexual abuse of women by men is timely and appropriate, but the movement began degenerating into witch hunts, as mere accusations ended careers in these days of the cancel culture, which Noam spoke out about in what I believe was his last major interview (followed closely by his statement that his personal life was unimportant when compared to the big issues on Earth). Not only men were targeted. Kara Dansky’s career as a human-right attorney ended when she began speaking out on the trans craze. Epstein was perhaps the last person on Earth who could claim to be persecuted by that movement, but Noam bought Epstein’s explanation.

I think that if Carol was alive and Noam was still at MIT, his relationship with Epstein might have never gotten off the ground, but he lost his protectors, who could say “no” for him. Noam’s second wife, Valeria, may have been an opportunistic fangirl who pursued and landed the bereft Noam, and she seems to have steered Noam toward the kind of celebrity perks that Epstein offered. Stohl said that Valeria’s presence in Noam’s life made him as happy as she had seen him in his later years. It looks like Noam’s children did not trust Valeria, and the issue of who was going to get Noam’s fortune led to friction that brought Epstein firmly into Noam’s orbit, as he helped Noam maneuver through it. I understand the gratitude that that could engender.

That all happened when Noam was in his 80s and 90s. I hear of people that age being led down the path by scammers almost daily. It is a jungle out there.

There is obviously zero evidence that Noam participated in Epstein’s crimes, which should be the important issue. Not everybody believes Trump’s, Clinton’s, Andrew’s, or Gates’s protestations of innocence, but nobody suggests it of Noam.

I can easily see how Noam was hoodwinked into his relationship with Epstein, with the loss of his protectors, how he was grateful for Epstein’s financial help, and how trusting, arguably naively, Noam was. His private advice to Epstein, to just let it blow over, is understandable and was largely how Noam reacted to the endless attacks that he received.

What might Ed have said about Noam and Epstein?

This situation with Noam, Epstein, and today’s furor would have likely been very painful for Ed to deal with. Ed was a close friend of Noam’s, like Howard Zinn was (1). Ed deflected questions about his personal life for the same reason that Noam did: he considered that his work was important to the public, not his personal life. Here is a video from late in Ed’s life, in which he discussed how the Propaganda Model had fared, 25 years after Manufacturing Consent was published. As can be seen in that video, Ed’s home office looked as disheveled as Noam’s home office did (1). I can always tell myself, “At least my office is cleaner than Ed’s and Noam’s were!”

Ed is not here to weigh in, but my guess is that his response to the Noam-Epstein affair, if he would have publicly offered one, would have been in the ballpark of Michael Albert’s and maybe Tim Hjersted’s. Ed might have noted Noam’s lapse in judgement that led him down the Epstein path, but he would have also likely stressed that Noam certainly did not participate in any of Epstein’s crimes.

Ed’s statistical rigor in his work, which was readily reproducible, helped inoculate his work from credible charges of ideological bias and the like, particularly when his work was intended to detect ideological bias. Noam’s work was always heavily referenced, such as his last book. People are free to have their own interpretation of the evidence that Noam presented, and Noam’s style was always to present the evidence and trust his audience to figure it out for themselves. As I see it, there is little to criticize in his political work in light of the Epstein revelations, if anything. I think that Ed would have thought similarly, and I strongly doubt that the Epstein saga would have significantly impacted Ed’s friendship with Noam. I think that Ed would have likely felt sorrow over Noam’s late-life missteps with Epstein and he would have tried to help.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

In these oral history posts, I will pause to focus on various topics and people that I encountered during my journey. This one will be on Christopher Black. The last email that I got from Ed Herman introduced me to one of his circles, and Chris was in it. That email from Ed led to my relationships with Chris and Sam Husseini.

I published my first draft of Ed’s bio a week before he died. I informed that group on Ed’s last email to me about Ed’s death. I had already known who Chris and Sam were. In the wake of Ed’s death, Sam was heroically getting Ed’s obituary published in mainstream venues such as the New York Times and Washington Post.

In 2000, I read an article that Chris had coauthored with Ed on the kangaroo court that had been set up for Yugoslavia, where Slobodan Milosevic died. But I really got to know who Chris was a lot better through Ed and David Peterson’s writings on Rwanda.

When I learned of Ed’s death, I informed that group that I had been working on Ed’s biography, and Chris immediately read my chapter draft on Rwanda and praised it. That began my friendship with Chris. It was my first indication that I was doing justice to Ed’s life. There was likely no higher authority on Earth on that Rwanda chapter than Chris. In the wake of Ed’s death and my budding relationship with Chris, I learned all about Chris that I could. Ed’s friends were no slouches, especially Chris.

Chris was born in England but was raised in Canada and became an attorney to avoid the blue-collar life that his father led. Chris became a criminal-defense attorney and was radicalized by NATO’s bombing of Yugoslavia.

Among the left, Chris was one of the few who did not shy away from conspiracies. When the New York Times made “errors” in Ed’s obituary, Chris informed me that it was no mistake, but it was intentional.

I recently wrote about how my legal fund secured the leading Constitutionalist attorney in the USA, but that guy was still in it for the money. Chris was the first attorney that I encountered who wasn’t. Chris was far more than an attorney. He was a musician (guitar), poet, and author.

Chris and I developed a lively correspondence after Ed’s death. Chris admitted that he was also deceived by Amnesty International before he figured out its game. He noted that discovering the deceptions coming from organizations such as Amnesty were part of the awakening process.

Chris knew that I was working on fixing Ed’s Wikipedia bio, and Chris was quite angry with that bio. Ed did not have a stauncher friend than Chris. Chris read my bio of Ed, and he was appreciative of how I covered Ed’s early days as a radical author.

Early on, I learned of Chris’s efforts in leading Milosevic’s defense team (the kangaroo court forbade Chris from defending Milosevic in the courtroom), and Chris informed me that taking his big case in Rwanda, where he miraculously won an acquittal in the kangaroo court, nearly killed him. He got malaria in Africa, the case wrecked his marriage, the CIA threatened his life, and he got on Kagame’s hit list (he was far from alone). Chris had me read his closing argument at the trial of the Rwandan general that he defended.

Chris was also hip to aspects of the medical racket. He had a girlfriend in Africa who he watched die of tuberculosis because the doctors would not treat her, as tuberculosis was one of many diseases called AIDS during that fraudulent time of medical colonialism that has yet to end.

Chris met Milosevic after his arrest in 2001. Soon after 9/11, he asked Milosevic what he thought about it, and Milosevic expressed his skepticism that Osama Bin Laden was the mastermind, as Bill Clinton protected him only two years earlier. Chris was in Africa when 9/11 happened, and he was at a hotel with a global clientele. After watching the TV coverage of the 9/11 attacks for less than an hour, a European announced that it was an inside job, and the people in the room agreed with him.

Ed wrote that Milosevic’s death was criminal negligence, as that kangaroo court denied him treatment for his heart condition. Chris thought that Milosevic’s charge that he was poisoned had autopsy evidence in support of that. Chris thought that Milosevic gave an unexpectedly strong defense, and that tribunal was not above murdering its targets, as several people had died in its custody.

Chris informed me that he had a dinner with Ed and David Peterson, telling them about what was happening in Rwanda, and that spurred Ed into the last great writing project of his life. In the introduction to Like a Cuttlefish Spurting out Ink, Peterson specifically thanked Chris. Chris was highly impressed by Ed and David’s courage in taking on the Rwanda propaganda.

In 2019, soon after Chris coauthored a book on the Hague tribunal on Yugoslavia and the Srebrenica massacre, his Wikipedia bio was deleted. Chris thought that it might have been related, but I think that people like Chris were always at risk of having their Wikipedia bios deleted. On my list of things to do was improving his Wikispooks biography.

In 2020, I published an essay on the Propaganda Model and Wikipedia, and my misadventures in trying to fix Ed’s Wikipedia bio. Chris raved about it, and once more expressed his anger at how Wikipedia smeared Ed. Chris was one of the biggest fans of my work on Ed, which meant a lot to me. The year before he died, Chris spoke at a conference in Serbia, and he informed me that Ed was a revered figure among Serbian and Russian scholars.

In his life’s last year, Chris had me read a tome on the Lincoln assassination, which argued that Lincoln’s secretary of war may have been involved. Even the author thought that the evidence was inconclusive, but Chris was onboard with the idea that the CIA took out JFK, from his reading on the ZR/Rifle project. Chris also wondered if Franklin Roosevelt died of natural causes (there is a book on that). At least, Chris was right about the CIA’s involvement in JFK’s murder, although the full story will never be known. I think that Chris deserved credit for at least entertaining those conspiratorial ideas.

All that I am sure of is that Oswald did not do it, and the rest is more uncertain, but far more than meets the eye for events such as 9/11.

The year before he died, I wrote a brief bio on Chris and sought his feedback before I published it. He sat on it for months, busy with other tasks and dealing with his health. After I asked him again about it, Chris gave it his OK. His life was obviously far more than a two-page article at Substack, and he said that if he tried to expand it, it might wander a bit. I informed Chris more than once that I wanted to help write a good biography on him. His death may have dashed that dream.

Not long before he died, Chris had cataract surgery. It went well at first, but then he got complications that damaged his vision. Chris died of a stroke last year, and I have to wonder whether the rigors of his life shortened it, such as his malaria.

As with Ed, Chris and I only exchanged email, but I considered him a good friend and I miss him. I wish that we could have met in the flesh, but the stars did not align for that. Chris was a great man, and it was an honor to interact with him. Chris did not believe in an afterlife, but he has realized his folly by now, and we will catch up one day.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This will be a post to Ed Herman and Noam Chomsky’s bloodbath framework, Propaganda Model, how they were applied in analysis, how to validly critique those analytic frameworks, and deal with real-world critiques of them. The bloodbath framework and Propaganda Model were largely Ed’s creations, although he generally first presented them in his joint works with Noam. Ed used those frameworks for the rest of his life. Ed also coined the terms worthy and unworthy victims.

Economists are ideally social scientists, although my opinion is that today’s economic profession primarily justifies elite rule, which is typical academic corruption, as they play elite lapdogs. Ed was one of the relatively few exceptions.

Ed approached his media studies as a scientist. The statistical rigor of his work was evident early on. The so-called “null hypothesis” is defined as: “The hypothesis that there is no significant difference between specified populations, with any observed difference being due to sampling or experimental error.” In statistical work, the 95% and 99% confidence intervals are used to reject null hypotheses, which means that the likelihood that the measured differences in two populations are due to sampling or experimental error are less than 5% and 1%.

When Ed performed his most famous worthy and unworthy victim analysis in Manufacturing Consent, which demonstrated that the media coverage of a worthy victim was more than 100 times as much as an unworthy victim, that was statistically significant, to put it mildly. When Ed and David Peterson adduced a 25,000-fold disparity in the use of “genocide,” depending on whether the bloodbath was benign or nefarious, it was the most extreme statistic that I have ever seen in the social sciences, and it easily rejects the null hypothesis that the media fairly treats all bloodbaths, regardless of who perpetrates them. Ed’s work was really pretty simple and easy to understand. As Ed said near his life’s end, his primary message was that the mainstream media serves elite interests, contrary to its conceit that it pursues the truth. That might seem obvious, but Ed performed rigorous statistical studies to demonstrate it.

The only ways to validly contest Ed’s assertion are to produce statistical studies that invalidate Ed’s work or to show the flaws in his studies. I have yet to see even one of his critics pretend to do that, in anything like a credible manner. Instead, they lie outright or engage in logical fallacies and personal attacks. Such behaviors are either examples of my journey’s primary lesson, that personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, or evidence that helps answer Brian O’Leary question of whether humanity is a sentient species.

Ed thought that those critics were simply incapable of rational discussion when encountering information that challenged the beliefs that fed them. When ideology meets reality, ideology always wins with the hacks. Ed let such attacks roll off his back, and he defended his longtime colleague Noam Chomsky against such attacks. I don’t think that my work is hard to understand, either, and I have received the same kinds of attacks that Noam and Ed did, but with a far lower public profile, obviously.

In the last article published in his lifetime, Ed presented his last worthy and unworthy victim analysis, which produced nearly the same statistical significance as his first study from 30 years earlier. The last words published in Ed’s lifetime were: “The Propaganda Model lives on.” As long as we have a capitalist media, the Propaganda Model will be relevant, and Ed’s critics will rarely make any kind of valid critique, if ever. Ed will go down in history as one of the USA’s greatest dissident intellectuals.

Best,

Wade