
The “JC” who joined me when I created this blog ten years ago passed away from throat cancer in December and today I’m finally honoring his memory.
I wasn’t able to see him before his passing, or attend his memorial in May, but a couple of factors reminded me that Jim deserves to be honored for being a man of principle who acted on those principles, even if it meant identifying one’s own bad habits and making changes, like walking away from the bottle and neoliberal Democrats.
Before I get to Jim’s writing, here’s a bit about his life from the obituary:
Jim was the youngest of four children, arriving a full six years after the next youngest brother, John. With such a large age gap from his siblings, Jim’s playmates were schoolmates, neighbors, and Club kids, with whom he built lifelong friendships.
Growing up, Jim was an intelligent, sensitive child. He was often home alone after school as a teenager, so he learned some rudimentary cooking skills that later turned into a love of good food and a reputation as an excellent cook.
As a young adult, Jim embraced the ethos of the ’70s. He was the wild child, the hippy, the peace and love center of the Coefield family. While his family looked on with a mixture of bemusement and curiosity, Jim had purity of purpose. He envisioned a world where people treated each other kindly; a world driven by love, compassion, and community, rather than profit. He strove to embody these values throughout his life.
And while most of the world would continue to let him down, Jim found the community he sought in the Rainbow Family; he attended as many Rainbow Family gatherings as he could throughout his life, relishing the money-free society governed by consensus and driven by volunteerism.
Since being “let down” is the most consistent effect one feels when supporting Democrats, my own disillusionment put me in ideological alignment with Jim’s more experienced perspective at the blog we both contributed to, 4&20 Blackbirds. That’s where Jim wrote this post in 2013, titled “Moneyball Campaigns, Stasi 2.0 and the Death of Democracy in America“. Here’s an excerpt:

After emphasizing President Carter’s perspective, Jim zeroed in on another Jim, Jim Messina, the political data wizard who attended classes at the University of Montana before helping Obama get reelected in 2012. After putting Messina and Obama into the manipulative context they deserve, Jim references a DATA CENTER in Utah, well over a decade before “data centers” became the hottest topic of protest:

I started contributing to 4&20 Blackbirds in 2010, alongside writers like jhwygirl, Pete Talbot, and a former co-worker from my homeless shelter days, Patrick Duganz. I identified as a Progressive and cast votes for Jon Tester in 2006 to stop George Bush’s evil wars, and Barack Obama in 2008 after seeing him do his schtick at the Adam’s Center in Missoula, which I’m embarrassed to say brought tears to my eyes.
Twenty years after casting a vote for Jon Tester, I’m able to entertain this conspiracy theory about his alleged role as a possible puppet master scheming to throw the Senate race for a Republican because people like Jim, many years ago, were able to resist the cult-like thinking of Democratic fealty in order to clearly see the cold-hard cash flowing to Tester, like this post JC wrote in 2012, which comes with a helpful list:


The real gift of a local blog like 4&20 Blackbirds isn’t chiming in on national politics, it’s the focus on LOCAL stuff, like the cultural/financial shift of allowing Cannabis to compete with alcohol in the market of fucking up human minds so those minds can exist in a perpetual state of cognitive dissonance without attempting self-termination.
One very interesting example of following the LOCAL weed money came from Mr. Pete Talbot, son of John (the former spook who became a newspaper guy for Lee Enterprises). I think this context is definitely worth considering, since son of John is talking about newspaper advertising revenue:

Did Pete Talbot get any worthy responses from “others in the know” about the newspaper industry in Missoula? He sure did, and it’s a comment from the same asshole who ended up KILLING the weekly newspaper he owned AFTER selling it off to Lee Enterprises, isn’t that interesting?

Eight years after making this comment, in 2018, Matt Gibson chose September 11th as the conspicuous and ominous date to shudder the Missoula Independent without giving so much as a respectful notice to staff.

The Indy’s staff unionized in April, and were in the midst of collective bargaining with Lee Enterprises when they received the notice this morning.
Derek Brouwer, an Indy staff reporter and bargaining committee member, said Lee Enterprises had not reached out past this morning’s communications, despite multiple attempts by the Indy staff to contact it.
“We are trying to gather as much information as is possible to better understand why they made the decision they have and why they conducted it the way that they have,” Brouwer said.
The Missoula Independent’s website no longer works. The web archives and old Indy stories online redirect to the Missoulian website, and the staff is locked out of their emails.
The supreme irony here is that two years previous, after suggesting Bernie Sanders was a complicit sheepdog in his political cuckolding by the Hillary Clinton machine, Jim and I experienced the same treatment from the original Blackbird, Jay Stevens, who locked us out virtually from being able to post at 4&20 Blackbirds, thus creating the catalyst that led to Zoom Chron (originally called Reptile Dysfunction, since my two pseudonyms had been lizard and William Skink).
While that Indy article about us bloggers is no longer available anywhere (and I’ve looked), you can still read JC’s posts at both 4&20 Blackbirds and Zoom Chron, like his first one here, posted on June 17th, 2015:

For legal purposes it’s important to note that I am writing about my fellow blogger, Jim Coefield, and what HE wrote, NOT the legislator who Judge Vannatta has given 10 years of protection to from this blogger’s public criticism.
For an idea of what I was writing about in my first post 11 years ago, it was essentially wondering what the fuck a “Progressive” even was.

Social “reforms” are needed because social “problems” exist, and the problem of alcohol and drug abuse is catastrophically worse today than it was in 2015, not to mention some repeating themes, like a local Democrat getting in trouble for driving drunk.
No, I’m talking about Pam Walzer, duh! And, for insights on how us local bloggers were processing poor Pam’s DUI at the time, here is some of the commentary, starting with a portion of a comment from JC:

Yes, the window dressing can be seen in the obituary omissions of Tami Ursich, which I felt compelled to write about last Friday, and the window dressing can be seen in John Engen’s legacy, which omits the awkward fact that his alcoholism was widely known about for years, and protected at the highest levels of local government, as evidenced by former Police Chief, Mike Brady, and his cushy post-Chief job with the city, which he still has today.
Going back to the female Democrat with a DUI history who I AM able to legally write about, another comment from that comment thread caught my attention because it features my former co-worker, Patrick Duganz, discussing his job at the Indy, and what he thought about a local politician’s alleged crime, having previously interviewed her for his job. The response from JC shows what being consistent with one’s principles looks like:

While anyone who lives long enough experiences people dying, the two most significant deaths that shaped my own life include my high school friend, Lisa, who died during my freshman year in college after being mowed down in the street by a drunk driver while she was walking home from the bar. The other death, Sean Stevenson’s, ALSO had alcohol abuse as an underlying factor.
Jim Coefield, by example, helped me see that a life without the crutch of alcohol was possible. He had a nice piece of land in Arlee on which to live, he had a partner he lived with, and he lived long enough to be there for his daughter on her big day.

This is my obituary for Jim Coefield, a man of principle who saw the clouds gathering and acted accordingly. On the second day of the month when I became a father myself 18 years ago, I hope this late recognition of Jim helps soften the sadness I’m sure his daughter and other family members are still feeling.
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