While I continue to beat my metaphorical dead horse over at Substack, I had an opportunity this past week to pitch my assertion that Missoula is a CIA town with an Epstein problem in a two hour interview with Johnny Vedmore, which you can check out here.
Part of my intent in posting at Substack is to show how popular culture clues are readily available to find and piece together for researchers like me, and they often exist in these amazing things called BOOKS, which I have quite a few of.
Like this one:
The anecdote I found in the pages of this memoir immediately brought to mind the possible real-life “Switters” hiding in plain sight here in Missoula, who I wrote about here.
With that post in mind, I had to ask myself…is that YOU, Abe?
This coming week I’ll be headed back north for another report on Namchak and the ties that bind fellow travelers to exotic places, like Tibet.
And Valhalla?
God only knows.
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On September the 11th, enemies of freedom committed an act of war against our country. Americans have known wars — but for the past 136 years, they have been wars on foreign soil, except for one Sunday in 1941. Americans have known the casualties of war — but not at the center of a great city on a peaceful morning. Americans have known surprise attacks — but never before on thousands of civilians. All of this was brought upon us in a single day — and night fell on a different world, a world where freedom itself is under attack.
These words were delivered by President George Bush to a joint session of Congress on September 20th, 2001, just 9 days after “freedom itself” appeared to be under attack.
Because THAT is why those evil Muslims hated us, right?
When the attacks happened I had only been living in Missoula for a year, having moved to town the previous summer with my girl friend to finish college. And it was to class I was headed when my hippie neighbor, Wolf, told me that we were under attack.
I finished college in 2003 as America escalated its retaliatory wars of choice in the Middle East against “terrorism”, which was the perfect setup for a kinetic war that would never end, since you can’t vanquish a concept with bombs and foot soldiers.
When the smooth-talking black man came along as a political alternative to the evil Bush regime, my “progressive” mind lapped that shit up. I had voted for Jon Tester in 2006 to stop the war, so OF COURSE I’d be voting for Barack Obama in 2008, and I would cast that hopeful hopium vote right as I started my new job at the homeless shelter amidst that little economic crisis America was experiencing at the time.
The Obama era correlated with my tenure at the Poverello Center, where I spent 7 long years within the Homeless Industrial Complex trying to make incremental improvements as the drugs and the people abusing them got worse and worse and worse. By 2016 I was burned out and ready for a change. And so was America.
Four more years went by and then, in 2020, Donald Trump and Joe Biden BOTH helped setup the plandemic op for their globalist handlers. But some of us got wise and stopped believing in the two party con-game.
When I left my non-profit career in 2020 it was to pursue creative projects, like making the documentary that exposed the scam of Tax Increment Financing, but that pursuit ended my marriage and entangled me with some troubled people, which was ultimately more damaging than inspiring.
So, after my life fell apart, I took several long road trips around the country, seeing New York City for the first time and visiting the field where flight 93 supposedly crashed.
The Tower of Voices is a monumental, ninety-three foot tall musical instrument holding forty wind chimes, representing the forty passengers and crew members. It is intended to be a landmark feature near the memorial entrance, visible from US Route 30/Lincoln Highway. The Tower of Voices provides a living memorial in sound to remember the forty through the symbolic voices as the wind blows.
There are no other chime structures like the Tower of Voices in the world. The shape and orientation of the tower are designed to optimize air flow through the tower walls. The chime system is designed using music theory to identify a mathmematically developed range of frequencies needed to produce musical notes.
I find no peace or understanding in places like these because that is not what they’re designed to do, no matter what the commemorative plaques say. What these places are designed to do is CONTROL NARRATIVES so the peasant-ants don’t get uppity before the globalist-grasshoppers have the global control grid in place.
You see there IS a class of humans who hate freedom, and they will use ANYTHING, including time itself, to slowly strangle freedom from the body politic like a deranged mother, but you don’t have to be a conscious member of this class to carry out their agenda. All it takes is a combination of money and fear to get most humans to fall in line.
The black circle inside the red one is where I lived in Missoula when the towers fell, but, as you can see, this geographic location is now a part of my personal control grid, meaning I will be charged with a crime if I enter it.
Another crime Matt Jennings can charge me with if he wants to is evidenced by THIS POST where I covered the coroner’s inquest for Ross Robertson, which was held inside the Missoula County Courthouse. Since I was in attendance at this coroner’s inquest, and since Judge Vannatta felt it necessary to exclude me from downtown to keep a state legislator safe if she wants to have coffee at Break Espresso, then technically I SHOULD BE charged with a crime for being present at the coroner’s inquest.
So what are you waiting for, Matt Jennings?
This circle of exclusion was amended because barring me from accessing a Federal interstate highway isn’t really within the scope of our little kangaroos and their narrative-controlling prosecutors who have a VERY SERIOUS Sheriff problem in Missoula AND Mineral County, where the Judge limiting MY Constitutional protections doesn’t seem to have a problem with Sheriff Funke’s miranda/Brady problem.
Mineral County Sheriff Ryan Funke was on the other side of the courtroom this week as Mineral County District Court Judge Shane Vannatta weighed misconduct allegations from his service in another Montana county. He ultimately found the allegations not credible.
The “non-partisan” courts in Montana are a fucking joke, but here’s the problem: so is our local media. That means regular citizens struggling to survive the next round of tax hikes are almost totally unaware of how dangerously compromised our judicial system has become, to the point where I’m now trying to raise the alarm that Ryan Funke’s lawyer is out of his fucking mind.
The next few weeks, including my birthday (the 19th), should be pretty exciting around here, since I’m going to put the death of Sean Stevenson into the clearest context yet after new pieces of information have emerged, so stay tuned.
And, as always, thanks for reading (birthday donations can be made here).
Earlier today I teased context to a video clip I recorded from Thursday’s wild Mineral County Commissioner’s meeting where the usual methods of keeping Federal investigations and Confidential Criminal Justice Information insulated from public disclosure were thrown out the window by outgoing Sheriff, Ryan Funke, and his “specialized” LEO lawyer, Lance Jasper.
What is going on here?
If you’re Deb Jackson, who represents the Mineral County Attorney’s Office, what’s going on is an effort to obtain a copy of a contract proving a deal exists between the Mineral County Sheriff’s Office and a Kansas-based company, called ESU Pursuits, to provide six vehicles to the Mineral County Sheriff’s Office for $170,000 dollars (this dollar amount represents half the order, so just 3 vehicles–thank you for the clarification from a reader).
But this company, counters Funke and his LEO lawyer, Lance Jasper, is entangled in an FBI investigation, so HOW DARE Jackson subpoena Sheriff Funke AND Shawn Smalley, the former County Commissioner who resigned from his position just before questions about this deal started getting asked months ago.
Publicly available information that one can glean from online searches is one thing, but privileged information about knowledge of an FBI investigation is something else, which is why I figured an attempt to give Lance Jasper a call would be worth rolling the dice on.
I mean, it’s not like he would be dumb enough to call me back and talk about what he just blabbed about in a public during a County Commissioners meeting, right?
Right?
I called Reep, Bell and Jasper to confirm if Lance Jasper was still employed by this law firm, since I heard it was no longer in existence. A woman named Jessica answered and, instead of telling me that Lance Jasper is running a NEW law firm now called LPJ Law, she massaged the truth into a lie-adjacent omission that this new law firm exists by simply saying “yes” to my inquiry. I then gave her my name and number, not expecting the special LEO lawyer to call me back less than an hour later.
The 8 minutes I spent talking to the raspy-sounding Lance Jasper were concerning for reasons that will become glaringly apparent.
I told Jasper that, from what I had just watched online, it appeared he and the Sheriff (and former County Commissioner) were turning a simple request for records into a public spectacle for reasons that made no sense, so I asked which FBI office was involved.
Did I get a clear answer? No, Jasper mentioned “Monte”, as in Monte Shaide, but then said the investigation was being handled by the FBI in another state.
Hmmm.
After about two or three minutes I started thinking this whole conversation with Lance Jasper wasn’t making sense, so I asked a very direct question:
“When is the last time you had a drink of alcohol?” I asked Lance Jasper point blank, half-expecting him to hang up on me immediately. Instead, he kept going, but without answering my question, so I asked him again more emphatically.
“I’m not a public figure,” he said, dodging my question again, to which I pointed out he was representing one, and that there were rumors about his alcohol abuse. I got another refusal to answer and started wondering if maybe it wasn’t alcohol, but something that could keep a person up for 2 or 3 days.
I pressed Lance Jasper on my knowledge of his previous law firm’s role in the parity pay litigation against Missoula County on behalf of the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office, then hit him with my reporting that David Barsotti had allegedly died recently.
“I didn’t know David was dead,” Lance said. Do I believe him? No.
After Jasper agreed with me about LEO corruption in Western Montana, giving me (unsolicited) the name of a client he represented in Ravalli County I should look into, it was ME who ended the conversation.
WTF is going on here?
I’d ask Lance’s partner, Jenna Penielle Lyons Dubler-Houser, but she’s probably still recovering from Burning Man.
Tomorrow Lance Jasper has assured the Mineral County Commissioners he’s going to bring the contract for the Sheriff vehicles in order to account for the $170,000. I reached out to a few officials, including leaving a voicemail on Ryan Funke’s direct line to let him know how much I enjoyed chatting with his special lawyer.
Exactly how special, well, that remains to be seen.
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UPDATE: sounds like the Friday meeting will NOT be happening.
Before I read this article I thought it was illegal to publicly masturbate around children, but now, thanks to a female prosecutor in Florida, I understand that ALL THINGS THAT ARE WRONG ARE NOT ILLEGAL.
A Soros-backed Florida prosecutor told the public that a man pleasuring himself on a park bench in front of children was “wrong,” then insisted it is not a crime.
Ninth Judicial Circuit State Attorney Monique Worrell used a press conference to defend her office’s refusal to charge Kevin Chapman, 61, after his arrest at Kit Land Nelson Park in Apopka.
A father and his two-year-old were at the splash pad. Witnesses, park staff, photos and video put Chapman on a bench with his hand in his shorts, facing the children, for minutes. The park manager said his shorts dropped when he stood up.
When negative attention descended on this female prosecutor she did what any woman in a position of power has the power to do: she cast herself as a victim of men, specifically the Florida AG and Governor:
Florida Attorney General James Uthmeier put it in a formal letter: her office not only skipped pretrial detention, it declined to charge him at all and called the case “not suitable for prosecution.”
“Central Florida deserves better than a state attorney who prioritizes the guilty over protecting the innocent,” Uthmeier said. “She gave this guy a free walk in the park, and now other kids are in jeopardy of having a tragic incident happen to them.“
Worrell’s counter was that the toddler supposedly did not clock what was happening, and that no other adult saw the genitals clearly enough. In other words, a man can sit in a children’s park and finish the job so long as the two-year-old is too young to give a courtroom speech about it.
She then turned the argument into a grievance about Gov. Ron DeSantis, who suspended her in 2023 for dereliction of duty. Voters put her back. The children at the splash pad did not get a vote.
“It is clear that the underlying intention here is to unjustly remove me from office, yet again,” she said. Of Uthmeier: “He struts and shouts as if volume can mask ignorance, but all he’s proven is that he’s a punchline in a job that demands serious leadership.”
Closer to home, Missoula’s past “leadership” in the County Attorney’s office also had a soft spot for criminals, like the drug dealer who stabbed a young man to death in “self defense” when his drug deal went wrong in a Missoula restaurant bathroom.
How did Pabst accomplish this feat of not prosecuting a killer for killing someone? I’m still not exactly sure, but it had something to do with fear and what a “reasonable” person might do to protect their drugs when someone starts hitting you in the head.
We began to look at case of a young man stabbed to death in a Missoula restroom on New Year’s when his family asked us to help answer their questions.
The attacker, Joshua Paniagua, admitted he did it. But prosecutors didn’t charge him with homicide for stabbing Benjamin Mousso, 18. The reason — simply put, Paniagua claimed self-defense.
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Prosecutors later charged Paniagua with two felonies — tampering with physical evidence and criminal distribution of dangerous drugs — and one misdemeanor.
Missoula County Attorney Kirsten Pabst explained it this way, “We are bound ethically to follow the law and can only file charges where probable cause is met and where we are likely to obtain a conviction.”
First off, this idea that prosecutors only bring charges “where we are likely to obtain a conviction” is total bullshit. The example that immediately comes to mind is the prosecution of Brandon Bryant for intimidation when SOMEONE ELSE sent City Council edited videos of Bryant’s recorded speech.
It’s possible, though, that I’m biased and/or NOT the kind of reasonable person who would be “afraid” if my meth-for-weed drug deal went south.
But don’t tell that to Kirsten Pabst:
Paniagua admitted he stabbed Mousso four times.
The charging document claims, while Paniagua’s conflicting story made investigators question the “appropriateness of his actions and the level of force he used in response to Mousso’s attack … Paniagua maintained he ‘had no choice in the stabbing.’”
“We are looking at the reasonable person standard,” said Pabst.
Montana law specifically allows someone, in this case Paniagua, to use force, including deadly force, to prevent a robbery.
Here’s how that statute reads: 45-3-102.Use of force in defense of person. A person is justified in the use of force or threat to use force against another when and to the extent that the person reasonably believes that the conduct is necessary for self-defense or the defense of another against the other person’s imminent use of unlawful force. However, the person is justified in the use of force likely to cause death or serious bodily harm only if the person reasonably believes that the force is necessary to prevent imminent death or serious bodily harm to the person or another or to prevent the commission of a forcible felony.
Not long after Missoula’s “reasonable” prosecutors sided with the reasonable drug dealer, the reasonable drug dealer “freaked out” and less-reasonably suggested in charging documents that his mother was possessed by the devil.
Don’t worry, the drug dealer had devised a very reasonable “torture chamber” in which to reasonably deal with his devil-possessed mother.
Paniagua’s mother called 911 around 11 p.m. on Saturday to report her son was “freaking out,” stating he had screwed all of the doors shut and saying his mother was “possessed by the devil,” Missoula County prosecutors said in charging documents. The woman was calling from a neighbor’s house, where she had fled after he “came at her with a hammer,” according to court documents. Paniagua had similar episodes on previous occasions, typically induced by alcohol and drug use, she told authorities.
When law enforcement from the Missoula County Sheriff’s Department arrived, the woman told a sergeant Paniagua had made a “torture chamber” in the home and said she was fearful when he had brandished the hammer toward her. Charging documents do not further describe the chamber.
Not coincidentally, it was around this time that I started wondering if perhaps Missoula was NOT being led by reasonable people. In fact, I began suspecting they might be either deeply corrupt or dangerously retarded.
While I could see that this was dangerously insane reasoning six years ago, I failed to appreciate how declaring unreasonable people reasonable would impact my own life and threaten the very fabric of society, but here we are.
A year ago today a sizable portion of Americans found it more than reasonable that someone would want to assassinate Charlie Kirk because of his politics. How many of those people also condemned Kyle Rittenhouse for reasonably defending himself with lethal force against violent rioters? How can those two things exist in the same brain?
Unlike Pabst, who DEFENDED her reasonable killer instead of prosecuting him, prosecutors in Wisconsin had no problem ignoring Rittenhouse’s reasonable fear of bodily harm in order to charge and fully prosecute him for murder, which he was eventually acquitted of.
Is our criminal justice system professionally objective or politically and/or hormonally schizophrenic?
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Today I’m going to reference several nurses and one celebrated male incel shooter as I provide some historical context on the cultural shift underway after the Lindsay Clancy mistrial was declared last week.
The claims now flying in the court of public opinion from members of the jury frame the “very arrogant” rogue holdout as being impervious to what anybody had to say, including nurses serving on the jury.
Female jurors from the Lindsay Clancy trial criticized the lone male juror who opposed a not-guilty-by-reason-of-insanity verdict.
One juror said:
“He was very arrogant. He really didn’t take anything that anybody said.”
She claimed he disregarded information provided by nurses serving on the jury.
Another juror said:
“He admitted he had reasonable doubt, and I started filling out the forms. I was so excited.”
She added that he later said:
“But I’m still not gonna say that she’s not guilty by reason of insanity.”
A third juror questioned whether he should be described as “rogue” but acknowledged the frustration inside the deliberation room.
So a nurse serving on the jury in a case where the defendant was also a nurse? Maybe we should learn more about the experiences of nurses and how they handle conflict in the workplace.
As surprising as it may be, healthcare professionals don’t always treat each other with kindness and respect. In fact, research suggests that lateral violence in healthcare is a serious issue. Also referred to as horizontal violence or bullying, lateral violence is defined as non-physical, aggressive, hostile, and/or harmful behavior between coworkers. While individual acts of lateral violence can appear relatively harmless, they create a toxic environment that takes a toll on employees’ morale, hindering the success of the healthcare institutions for which they work.
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While anyone can engage in lateral violence, it is typically perpetrated by individuals who view themselves as superior to other members of their team. Organizational managers and directors are the most frequent perpetrators of lateral violence against nurses, making it difficult for lower-level nurses particularly, to report their abuse. However, nurses with the same job title also commit lateral violence against their peers. In these cases, it is typically the seasoned nurses who victimize those who are new to the profession or new to their organization.
For anyone who remembers the Ken Kesey novel, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Nurse Ratched wasn’t known for her nurturing bedside manner. Instead, this is how the Wikipedia entry describes her:
Nurse Ratched is the head administrative nurse at the Salem State Hospital, a mental institution where she exercises near-absolute power over the patients’ access to medications, privileges, and basic necessities such as food and toiletries. She capriciously revokes these privileges whenever a patient displeases her. Her superiors turn a blind eye because she maintains order, keeping the patients from acting out, either through antipsychotic and anticonvulsant drugs or her own brand of psychotherapy, which consists mostly of humiliating patients into doing her bidding. Her tyrannical rule and her cruel personality stem from her time as an army nurse during World War II.
Nurse Ratched is just a fictional character, one might say, so why bring up a fictional character as an example when the REAL nurses on the jury were just trying to convey their expertise to the arrogant holdout who weirdly thought the premeditated murder of three innocent children should lead to some sort of punishment instead of sparking a solidarity movement because so many women apparently also want to murder their children.
So, what could be wrong about bringing the nursing expertise into the jury room?
The incel shooter I mentioned at the beginning of this post is worth bringing into our examination of nursing because there’s a strange irony lurking in his backstory that isn’t included in the movie version of what happened in Montreal in 1989 at the engineering school he shot up.
Since Hollywood’s hottest director, Denis Villeneuve, didn’t think the killer’s backstory helped develop his admittedly feminine-centric worldview, I emphasized the elements of the shooter’s backstory that I found relevant for a podcast episode (not out yet) I recorded Monday with Thomas from PsyOp Cinema.
After the divorce became final in 1976, the Lépine children, then aged 12 and 9, returned to live with their mother, who had been promoted to director of nursing at a Montreal hospital. In 1977 the family moved to a house purchased in the middle-class Montreal suburb of Pierrefonds. Gamil attended junior high and high school, where he was described as a quiet student who obtained average to above average marks. He developed a close friendship with another boy, but he did not fit in with other students. Taunted as an Arab because of his name, as a teenager he legally changed it to “Marc Lépine”, citing his hatred of his father as the reason for taking his mother’s surname. Lépine was uncommunicative and showed little emotion. He suffered from low self-esteem, exacerbated by his chronic acne. Family relations remained difficult as his younger sister Nadia publicly humiliated him about his acne and his lack of girlfriends. Lépine fantasized about her death, and on one occasion made a mock grave for her. He was overjoyed when in 1981 she was placed in a group home because of her delinquent behaviour and drug abuse.
Seeking a good male role model for Lépine, his mother arranged for a Big Brother. For two years, the experience proved positive as Lépine, often with his best friend, enjoyed the time with photography and moto-cross motorcycles. However, in 1979, the meetings ceased abruptly when the Big Brother was detained on suspicion of molesting young boys. Both Lépine and his Big Brother denied that any molestation had occurred.
Instead of having any of this narrative sully the director’s vision for bringing this shooting to the Big Screen, it’s totally omitted so the female survivor can say this about her unborn child at the end:
“…if I have a boy, I will teach him how to love; if I have a girl, I will tell her the world is hers”
Human babies enter this world with no concept of gender–that’s formed culturally by mothers AND fathers as a baby matures–so if understanding where things go wrong is something we, as a society, actually want to do, we can’t keep doing what we are doing, as a society.
Put more simply, let’s make Nurse Ratched fiction again!
