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William Kittredge, the writer credited with coining the phrase “Last Best Place”, describes what the poet C. K. Williams said about stories when he came to Missoula in an essay titled “The Politics of Storytelling”. Here’s the excerpt:

The poet C. K. Williams once came to Missoula and spoke of “narrative dysfunction” as a prime part of mental illness in our time. Many of us, he said, lose track of the story of ourselves, which tells us who we are supposed to be and how we are supposed to act. It doesn’t just happen to people, it happens to entire societies (for instance, in the United States during the Vietnam War). Stories are places to inhabit, inside the imagination (and places are understood in terms of stories). We all know a lot of stories and we’re in trouble when we don’t know which one is ours. Or when the one we inhabit doesn’t work anymore, and we stick with it anyway.

The story for young women in America appears pretty straightforward: there’s an ATM between your legs, ladies, so why not use it? But use it artfully, like Elle Fanning’s character in the popular Apple tv show, Margo’s Got Money Problems.

For any young woman taking society’s cues about monetizing their bodies on porn sites, like Only Fans, this Apple show literally teaches young women how to maximize the value of selling their first crotch shot, with the show’s culmination being Margo’s leg-spreading for the lens.

Is this what female empowerment is supposed to look like in 2026?

While Hollywood has been selling sex since moving pictures were a thing, it took a “conservative” influencer by the name of Savanna Cannon to give us the absurdity of reading other people’s content (commonly referred to as plagiarism, or stealing) while sitting, legs up, showing camel-toe (a slang term for tight-fabric-packaged twat).

Is this how good Christian MAGA men prefer to get their criticism of Ilhan Omar?

Cannon typically records her videos leaning back in a chair while wearing yoga pants, with her legs pulled up on either side of her. It’s a pose that highlights everything a more prurient viewer might hope to see: her bare feet and—forgive me, I am only reporting the facts here—the faint outline of her genitals.

Cannon’s recumbent poses put her groin right in the center of the vertical-video frame.

“This person sits like this every time,” one Instagram commenter wrote this week. “It’s really weird.”

Cannon isn’t subtle about it. Scroll through her Instagram page and a good 80 percent of the posts are her sitting in that pose, wearing yoga pants, often pulling them up to make them fit tighter. “My videos are for straight men,” she explained.

And lest you have any lingering doubt about the audience Cannon is cultivating, it is probably settled by knowledge of Cannon’s other career: She also posts sexual photos of herself on the subscriber site OnlyFans.

If you are a victim of cootermaxxing content pushed on your X feed without consent, new efforts announced last month by “head of product”, Nikita Bier, might help change that.

X’s head of product, Nikita Bier, admitted in a post on Monday that X’s algorithm was “missing” data about surfacing posts from people who you’ve followed back. Now, he says a tweak will “boost visibility of your posts to your mutuals,” hopefully enhancing the sense of community instead of highlighting and spreading random arguments, but didn’t explain how the data went missing in the first place.

Last week, Bier also said users who post original content will “climb faster,” after admitting that top accounts on the platform have been posting “stolen” recycled content from other users, and now this tweak might address the platform’s tilt toward controversy over other kinds of discussions.

When X product managers refer to enhancing a “sense of community”, what I hear them saying is that they are tweaking the information silo people willingly sequester themselves in so that those human money-cows don’t leave for a different information silo, one where their data-udders will be milked by a different AI tech-demon. But maybe that’s just me.

Going back in time is one way I’ve been countering the insanity of our present moment, and it’s left me with a very different impression of the political chaos magician, Donald Trump, and the genetic confidence he exemplified when he so brazenly suggested in the Access Hollywood tape that, if one is powerful enough, you can vigorously pursue women by grabbing them by the pussy.

What do I mean by “genetic confidence”? This is what I mean:

A brothel, a real estate land deal, and even a beauty pageant all play roles in a “fictional” show I’ve been re-watching recently, David Lynch’s Twin Peaks.

Set in the Pacific Northwest, I’ve come to have a new appreciation of what David Lynch and Mark Frost encoded in their seemingly quirky cult classic, emphasis on CULT, and it’s dark.

But don’t tell that to the three ladies I overheard two days ago outside a local bar talking about Missoula’s infamous pussy-slinger, Mary Gleim.

As I listened to this enlightening chat I learned that competing with men by being a whore-wrangler is pretty cool, even if you have to dynamite your competition every now and then.

Here’s a bit from the Wikipedia version of Mary’s early life and good education:

Born Minnie Winifred Gleeson on 9 February 1845 in County Tipperary, Ireland, her father, Thomas Gleeson, was reputed to be a landowning squire. Gleim received a good education in England, including in the Romance languages.

In 1869 she met John Edgar Gleim and the couple were married in Sussex, England the following year. John Gleim came from a wealthy St Louis family and enjoyed drinking and gambling. The family’s financial affairs were entrusted to Mary so John could carry on his lifestyle without worrying about the financial matters. The couple soon emigrated to America.

The couple lived in San Francisco and New York City, where Gleim was reputedly included in the “Rogues Gallery” of New York’s most wanted felons. The couple settled in St Louis where they amassed a sizeable fortune, probably from prostitution.

In 1888 the couple set out for Alaska to take advantage of the gold rush there. They were refused admission at the Canadian border twice, Gleim’s reputation proceeding her.

And here’s where Mary had to get explosive:

Gleim had a long running feud with rival C.P “Bobby” Burns. Burns once appeared as a witness against her in a dispute over property on Front Street. The pair had had numerous run-ins, and on one occasion Burns was horse whipped and dragged half a block behind a team of horses.

Bobby Burns’ house was blown up in the early hours of 12 February 1894. Although the house was levelled, Burns survived the blast. Two men were soon arrested; Patrick Mason and William Reed. Reed was subsequently released and appeared as a witness for the prosecution. Mason was put on trial in August 1894 and the details of the conspiracy to kill Burns came to light. Gleim was accused of masterminding the plot and arrested.

When I mentioned this little piece of Missoula’s history to a friend (with his own important pieces of Missoula’s history in his head), he told me the position of Mary Gleim’s headstone toward the train tracks was an intentional nod to her clientele, the male railroad workers who paid good railroad money to fuck Mary Gleim’s whores.

“Want to see it?” He asked.

“Hell yes!” I replied!

While Mary Gleim was a violent and exploitive person, according to her official history, at least her physical assault of some local priests was because she was MOURNING a dead child, not trying to celebrate a child KILLER.

Here’s more color from Mary Gleim’s very colorful official history, starting with coming to Missoula after getting denied at the Canadian border (unlike Donald Trump’s grandpa):

After failing to move to Alaska, Mary Gleim came to Missoula in 1888 with her husband, and quickly saw the potential for prostitution with the large number of railroad workers in the town. She set up brothels one after another in West Front Street and ruled them with a fist of iron, becoming the “Queen of Missoula’s Bad Lands”. By 1890 she owned eight brothels.

Commonly known as “Mother Gleim”, she was one of Missoula’s characters and eventually owned a considerable number of properties in Missoula and elsewhere. Weighing 300 lbs, Gleim, in addition to brothel-keeping, was reputed to be a smuggler of diamonds, opium, and Chinese railroad workers. Gleim appeared frequently before the county judge on various charges arising from her drunken rages, including verbal and physical assaults. She also appeared frequently in the civil court for refusal to pay contractors and to evict tenants who could not pay their rent.

In January 1892, Gleim was convicted of assaulting two priests. While drunk, she had attended church to pay respects to the “McCormick Child” who had recently died. She asked a group of priests for a candle to light in Latin. When the priests were unable to reply as they did not understand Latin, she ripped the frocks off Father J. Neale and Brother Pascal Megazzini, claiming they were not fit to wear the holy raiments. Gleim was fined $50, but because she failed to turn up for court, she forfeited her bond and was forced to pay a total of $736.30.

Retail vagina and other flesh commodities, like twink dick, are BIG BUSINESS, not empowerment, and a central-bank-destroyed economy inevitably brings me to the inevitable rise of Hitler.

I have this book in my library, and I’m interested in history, so I’ve gone through it and one particular example of what the impoverished Weimar Republic looked like while Hitler’s reign was emerging comes to mind.

Yes, it’s true, I’ve gone from William Kittredge to Adolph Hitler in one weird blog post, so, assuming readers have a basic sense of what we were told about BIG EVENTS throughout our recent history, I think it’s pretty obvious where this goes next.

Prove me wrong, American Republic.

And thanks for reading.

Providing public opportunities for “meaningful participation” is one of the job requirements for being on City Council because that’s THE LAW that they must follow.

Want to use public money for a food truck court, or build a new home for fire trucks? Then be prepared to take public comment from members of the public, some of whom might not appreciate the methods of disenfranchisement deployed against undesirables, like me, who tried and failed SEVERAL TIMES last night to be virtually heard before I finally got through.

Needless to say, by the time I was finally allowed the privilege of unmuting myself, I was no longer a patient commentator ready to be super-mindful of the sensitivities of our elected officials, who struggle themselves to comply with the most basic parts of doing their fucking job, which is interacting with the public (not digging a latrine with golden shovels, which I had AI depict in the image above for therapeutic reasons).

While there are rules of decorum to adhere to, my hope is that City Council takes those rules and shoves them up their collective ass, because going forward, I think I’ll be caring about decorum about as much as the rule-benders themselves seem to care, which appears to be only when it suits them.

Take the latest act of rule-bending by the Missoula Redevelopment Agency so that a private property owner, who is currently allowing his property to be used by drug-addicted vagrants, can get $50,000 dollars in public TIF money to remove that building for a food truck court.

See how gentrification works? Missoula’s leadership enables homeless drug addicts as they degrade certain parts of town for years, catering to their “needs” while adding to downward pressure on property values in these negatively impacted areas, which then provides the justification for public money intervention and opportunities for private developers to take that public money so they can create a safe space for ethnic food trucks.

And this asshole wanting public money thinks “emulating Bozeman” is a compelling marketing pitch?

If you don’t think private developers taking public money are assholes making our community MORE expensive and LESS safe, it’s probably because you don’t understand how Urban Renewal Districts and Targeted Economic Development Districts work, financially handcuffing first responders by taking increased tax revenue and diverting it to unelected bureaucrats, like Ellen Buchanan, and if you don’t understand why this TIF shell-game is a public threat, it’s probably because local media is particularly reluctant to connect certain stories–like resignations at the Missoula Rural Fire District–to growing opposition to this shell game.

Before I get to the NBC Montana news articles from June, which omit any reasoning for Paul Finlay’s sudden departure from his position at Missoula’s Rural Fire District, let’s take a look at the warning he provided right before his resignation about TEDDs:

After this warning about subsidized development within TEDDs, Finlay was suddenly out at Missoula Rural Fire, which was reported as minimally as possible by NBC Montana:

Missoula Rural Firefighters local 2457 announced they acknowledge Chief Paul Finlay’s recent resignation.

This comes after the fire district announced Friday that Finley would retire effective June 21.

The union stated that they “look forward to working collaboratively with the district’s new leadership to advance our shared mission and continue providing exceptional service to our community.”

Around this same time NBC Montana also reported on other concerning resignations impacting first responders at Missoula’s Rural Fire District amidst weird behavior from a closed-door meeting being kept secret, even from fellow firefighters:

A room full of firefighters and members of the public gathered at a Missoula Rural Fire District Board meeting on Tuesday evening amid concerns about the departure of two assistant chiefs, and transparency concerns.

This comes after Board Chair Ben Murphy adjourned a meeting on May 12 while Secretary Dan Corti tried to open discussion to the public. Corti has since resigned.

The article continues with this:

At the forefront of concern in the latest meeting was a decision made at a closed-door executive session on May 27, where the board passed one agenda item — a separation proposal.

Firefighters repeatedly asked what was passed at that meeting, including during public comment on other agenda items.

But Murphy maintained there wasn’t a need to release that information to the public, or the firefighters.

“We have, are, and continue to follow the law regarding open meetings,” said Murphy following a 10-15 minute discussion of district transparency.

Isn’t this interesting? It’s almost like there’s a direct correlation between Urban Renewal Districts, Targeted Economic Development Districts, and local officials struggling to follow open meeting laws in order to actually ACT in a transparent manner for the public good. In this case, I’m sure it has nothing to do with the new sewer district for the Blackfoot Crossing development in Bonner.

It’s cool, I get it. Four years ago I went on KGVO and helped educate listeners of a talk radio show, hosted by Nick and Peter, about why I thought the Crisis Mill Levy was a bad idea and THIS was the electoral result:

Whether it was inflation, the stock market or a general malaise around taxes, voters in Missoula were clear on Tuesday night, saying they weren’t ready to fund any more projects or services — at least right now.

For the first time in recent memory, Missoula voters upended two funding initiatives, one being a $19 million bond to improve the county fairgrounds and the other being a levy that would have raised $5 million annually to support crisis services.

Both campaigns spent months working to drum up support but in the end, they both fell short of their goal. What happens next in the realm of crisis services will likely take center stage in the months to come.

“I wouldn’t have tackled this project if I didn’t have strong convictions about it in the first place,” said Shannon Flanagan, who spearheaded the crisis services levy. “I still feel that in our long-term solution to these things, we took the wrong step yesterday. But I certainly have to respect the results of the election. It’s a bitter pill, but we’ll move forward and pivot to different solutions.”

Did our local officials learn any lessons from this failure to convince voters to give them more money?

Yes, I think they learned that they needed to be more sneaky with how they’re operating to make deals while simultaneously escalating tactics behind the scenes to ensure members of the public, especially a citizen journalist/whistleblower like me, pay a HEAVY PRICE for mapping out that giant space between bullshit rhetoric and on-the-ground reality.

To help show readers of this humble blog (watched closely by unwell people) that I’m not the only public commenter keen on naming the names influencing the harsh housing reality for the poors while elected rubber-stampers stamp, here’s the public comment the preceded mine:

And here’s mine, which I don’t consider successful, since showing frustration is a gift to the extended prosecution team going after me and others, like Brandon Bryant, who I invoked in my comment before dropping the F-bomb and getting scolded by the Mayor:

I hope this comment is somewhat softened by the EVERYONE IS AWESOME Lego set visible in the background, which I added to my Lego world so that it could more accurately reflect the seriousness of our REAL one, where some people’s right to be heard are VERY important to our local elected officials.

Here’s a better shot:

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Ten years ago I sounded so much more reasonable as I discussed my non-profit work at the blog of former Billings reporter, Ed Kemmick.

But read some of the 27 articles I wrote about “urban camp cleanups” since then and, well, you might understand why I’m more than a little frustrated about Missoula’s current state of affairs.

And on that note, thanks for reading!

The first thing I’ll address in this post is the legal term that my hunch relies on, and that term–indemnification–is defined as “compensating a person for damages or losses they have incurred or will incur related to a specified accident, incident, or event.” How does this term apply to irrigation ditches, you’re probably wondering. Great question. Let’s see if I can answer that question in a way that makes sense to a layperson.

To begin the process of understanding this legal term, and how a legal term could connect to a murder investigation, it’s important to establish what kind of legal liability the irrigation ditch company currently has when it comes to bad things happening in or around their water infrastructure: NONE!

To help make this case, here’s the first page of a legal opinion from the City Attorney’s Office issued in 2013:

This legal opinion from 13 years ago included the current police chief at the time, Mark Muir, and two future police chiefs, Mike Brady and Mike Colyer. While the catalyzing incident prompting this legal opinion was the injury of a child on a bike, we will soon see that more serious injuries have been associated with this irrigation infrastructure before Leah Hartley was found dead last September.

Here’s more context from the legal opinion reminding law enforcement of this liability vacuum:

Two years before this legal opinion was issued, a man was found dead in an irrigation ditch by his drinking companion. No foul play was suspected.

Authorities have released the name of a 54-year-old transient man who drowned in an irrigation ditch in Missoula.

Police Detective Scott Brodie says Edward Zariczny and a friend were drinking near the Orange Street Bridge on Friday evening. The friend told investigators he went to a convenience store to get more beer and found Zariczny dead in the ditch when he returned at about 6 p.m.

Brodie says there is nothing to indicate criminal activity.

In 2019 another body was found in an irrigation ditch, but, despite an autopsy being performed, nothing indicated this case was being investigated as a possible homicide:

Missoula County Sheriff and Coroner TJ McDermott says that the body of Robert Louis Foshag, 59, of Missoula was discovered in an irrigation ditch off of South Fourth Street.

The Missoula Police Department is still investigating the case and the body was taken to the Montana State Crime Lab so that an autopsy can be performed.

Two years later another body was found and, though this death was considered “suspicious” at first, it was eventually determined to be accidental:

Missoula Police confirm that a 60-year-old woman was found dead on West Broadway Island in Missoula on Saturday morning.

Police tell us the call came in around 10:55 a.m. A passerby reported seeing a person lying face down in a side stream on the island. Police are not sure how long the body has been there.

Police say the death is suspicious, but there is no reason to believe there’s a danger to the community. They say they are unsure if a crime has been committed.

Here’s the other brief local media blurb that essentially declared NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

The Missoula Police Department report that it’s been determined following an investigation that 52-year-old Kimberly A. Michell accidentally drowned and the cause of death was “non-criminal.”

Law enforcement responded to a report of a body in the river near the 1100 block of West Broadway at approximately 10:50 a.m. on Saturday.

MPD spokesman Sgt. Travis Welsh previously said that the body was found submerged in shallow water about five feet from the north shoreline of the river.

By September 2025, when Leah Hartley was found dead in water at 6th and Grant, the declaration wasn’t just about Leah’s case, but ANY case where an unattended body is found within Missoula County.

Why make such a broad declarative statement about department policy? What was happening in the fall of 2025 that could have law enforcement suddenly interested in presenting this department policy to the public? Could developing a draft plan of the Midtown Commons project, which would entail TAKING ON LEGAL LIABILITY for the city from the ditch company, have been a factor in declaring to the Missoula public that “all deaths outside of active medical supervision” would be treated “as homicides for investigation purposes until evidence proves otherwise“?

With this new liability the city appears to be taking on through the development of the Midtown Commons project in mind, I biked down the multi-modal trail to where open water flows, then I walked through the property that will radically change when the big machinery finally comes to alter this landscape.

Currently there are no legal repercussions that can be taken against the owners of these irrigation ditches if and when a citizen gets clumsy and dies in them, but after the city takes ownership of the ditch infrastructure in this part of Missoula, that will change.

Is the city prepared for this new liability? Especially as it relates to dead women and the people looking to blame someone else for women making bad choices that lead to their untimely demise?

This is where actual murder investigations might come in handy for local leaders who are sensitive to the need to avoid costly lawsuits that can sometimes arise when the consequences of self-destructive behavior goes looking for a scapegoat to blame, which we are seeing right now in the death of Katherine McCollough and the effort by her friends and family to blame Great Falls native, Reggie Watts, for her death.

Here’s a quote from the Rolling Stone article attempting to cast blame on Watts for his ex-girlfriend’s lethal drug addiction:

Friends struggled to come to terms with how, in the span of around two years, McCollough developed a once-unimaginable addiction to ketamine. And how the figure who had loomed largest over the 36-year-old’s life was now absent: her most recent ex-boyfriend, Reggie Watts.

Had it not been for McCollough’s all-consuming relationship with the popular musician and comedian, nine of her close friends and sister tell Rolling Stone, they believe she would still be alive. They say that McCollough, to quote one friend, wouldn’t have “fried” her brain without Watts’ encouragement to take a heavy array of psychedelics and designer drugs in the name of intimacy and enlightenment. And that following McCollough’s drug-induced manic episode, which prompted Watts to break up with her, a despondent McCollough wouldn’t have secretly traveled to Peru in March to take her life.

When something tragic happens it’s natural to look for someone to blame, especially if the tragedy occurs to a member of a protected class who can’t be held accountable for their actions. Knowing this, and combined with the tendency of people who drink until they’re a danger to themselves and others in Missoula, it now seems prudent for local law enforcement to convey to the public that ALL dying outside, in irrigation ditches and elsewhere, will be investigated as homicides until evidence proves otherwise.

My public comment last Thursday to the MRA board, though a bit garbled, was my first attempt at framing this new incentive to treat all clumsy women (and sometimes men) who die in water as possible victims of homicide. I even offered the possibility of hiring a private investigator, like Guy Baker, to help the city avoid legal liability in future cases where it might want to challenge the “accidental” nature of how people, especially women, seem to die in and around our liberal mountain town all too frequently.

In Leah Hartley’s case, local Detectives had a person of interest who Leah had called 911 about before her death, but since she was drinking heavily and acting crazy, it was easy to look past that man’s role in her life, which included hiring her to work at his place of work, and finding her an apartment to live in, which just happened to be the one below his apartment.

For the Midtown Commons project, where city leaders have determined the cost/benefit of taking on legal liability through indemnification is a risk worth taking, my perspective doesn’t need to be taken into consideration because our city leaders are VERY GOOD at narrative control, but for the small subset of killers I think we have living in this region, you might want to avoid dumping dead bodies anywhere the city has a financial interest to conduct a REAL murder investigation.

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Are my rights being violated?

Three years ago I was told attending city council meetings, in person, on Monday evenings was no longer legal for me to do because of a civil restraining order. This was NOT a violation of my rights to make public comment, I was told by the judge, because I could still attend meetings virtually and make comments with my phone.

As long as the other half of that toxic relationship wasn’t present, though, I was still able to attend other public meetings, meetings which, by law, MUST BE HELD for entities like the City Planning Commission, which met last Wednesday, and the Police Commission, which met the day after.

For more on the actual law dictating what must be done to be in compliance open meeting laws, here’s a screenshot from Montana Code Annotated:

When Missoula’s 4th District bathroom judge allowed another civil restraining order from a state legislator to be issued for the next decade of my life–with one of the four exclusion zones of 1,500 ft removing my ability to go anywhere downtown until 2036–my ability to attend ANY public meeting, in person, effectively ended.

That’s why I tried attending the Police Commission virtually, which I quickly realized would be impossible, since the conference ID was missing a digit.

The only evidence I’ve found so far that this meeting even happened are the minutes. No video or audio recording appears to be available, which itself seems legally dubious to me.

One reason I wanted to attend this meeting was to see if any public comments were made about Lucas Bighouse’s taser skills after he got scared of that tiny woman in her little yellow car and lit her up. Would keyboard warriors, like Kevin Hunt, show up to make good on their endless Facebook commentary?

According to the minutes, no, it would appear that no one from the public showed up, so no one made a stink about Missoula’s violent cop problem. The absent public also missed the minimal cost of reloading the new toy cops have to play with, the GRAPPLER!

The Police Commission and City Planning Commission may have been spared the annoyance of dealing with me, a member of the public commenting on their public business funded with public dollars, but at what cost? Because there are lawsuits now, and I know from at least one background source that getting caught violating open meeting laws is a very sore subject for Missoula’s dominant political party.

Unlike the Police Commission, the City Planning Commission did post a video, so here’s a clip about the “data center” amendment I found relevant to the mostly rabid frothing happening elsewhere on this subject:

After my double-failure to public comment I did finally got through to what I’m sure was the dismay of the MRA boardroom when they realized how I was struggling to interpret a legal term, as applied to murder investigations, or lack thereof, that will be the focus of tomorrow’s post.

If I get point-of-ordered by Miss Better Big Sky trying to comment tomorrow, which I’m currently planning on doing, then it will just add to the multitude of tiny little transgressions here and there when it comes to the rules that double-standard town expects selective enforcement of.

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While a political candidate has used 18 victims of discrimination to re-litigate how terrible Seth Bodnar is in order to score political points, UM’s identity as a liberal arts university was destroyed this spring and barely anyone noticed.

Here’s how this major change, which gutted a century-long legacy at UM, was reported by a Helena-based media outlet:

The University of Montana’s decision to terminate its literature master’s program has some faculty members concerned about the future of other liberal arts programs at Montana’s flagship public university and how academic program cuts are made. 

Other cuts over the last decade have given some faculty and students the perception that university leadership is struggling to uphold UM’s liberal arts identity, several staff members told Montana Free Press. But the decision to end the literature master’s has also raised concerns about downstream consequences for other programs. 

“Apart from our own sort of personal sense of loss as literature faculty, one thing that stands to be a grievous loss here is the way it’s going to degrade the interdisciplinary focus on language and literary arts on campus and in the department,” said Eric Reimer, the director of literature graduate studies, in an April interview. 

Reimer said the literature program is one of the oldest on campus, with the first master’s degree awarded in 1915. 

“It’s been central to the branding of the institution for over a century,” he said. 

This branding appealed to me 26 years ago when I started attending classes at UM to finish my English degree, graduating in 2003 with a double-emphasis in literature and creative writing.

But that was a different world, the one that existed before social media destroyed everything.

When I saw the Truthout article on my X feed (the irony!) I recognized the campus immediately. What would this national publication say about UM killing its identity with barely a peep from locals?

In April, the University of Montana eliminated its master’s degree program in English, focused on Literature and Ecocriticism, raising serious concerns about the university’s identity. “English is such a fundamental core subject within the humanities, and it’s almost like the heart of the humanities is being cut out,” said English Department Chair Louise Economides.

The University of Montana is not the only university where the “heart of the humanities” is being cut out with little to no conversation. The attack has been relentless nationally. Eric Hayot and Matt Seybold have described this crisis as “a crisis of civil society writ large.” They write:

There is no condition in which the humanities are under attack in which the whole university is not under attack. There is no condition in which the university is under attack that the whole of educational infrastructure, public and private, from pre-K up, is not under attack. And there is no condition in which education is under attack in which civil society can remain unimperiled.

Can this country claim we still have a civil society when the latest hero for women in America is a psychotic mother who murdered her three children? I’ll return to this question later in the post.

Last night I ran into one of the professors quoted in the first article outside the Good Food Store, where we briefly chatted. When I brought up Camille Paglia the professor quickly called the author of Sexual Personae a “fucker” because Paglia is considered an “anti-Feminist”.

A similar sentiment of women criticizing women for not blindly following other women popped up in a piece bashing Seth Bodnar’s campaign amidst claims Alani Bankhead’s minor child has been politically targeted, which is worse than being murdered by your own mother, apparently.

One of the women getting flak for breaking ranks with other women is Carol Williams, wife of the late Pat Williams, and a political powerhouse in her own right. Why is Carol Williams beholden to privileged white men, the author asks? Alani Bankhead has a vagina and dark skin, so, really, the choice should be obvious, right?

To see how this manipulated gender derangement will guarantee Kurt Alme’s victory, here are some screenshots from Adria L. Jawort’s political think piece:

Further down, our editorializing journalist addresses the problem of Carol Williams’ influence, along with another woman who didn’t get the vagina memo, Moffie Funk:

“Carol’s List helps progressive, pro-choice Democratic women run for office in Montana and win — to increase women’s political power in the state,” their mission statement states.

But after you read this, you might say they should probably just edit that whole part out because they are anything but that.

In May of 2025, the Stars and Stripes military magazine published a piece describing an emerging trend of bad actors claiming to represent veterans’ groups were sowing distrust in the credibility of the Military and actual veteran group’s by committing a form of Stolen Valor.

Stars and Stripes said, “This new form of deception, what we call False Valor, is the exploitation of the military community’s reputation for unethical purposes.”

One of these False Valor groups was a dark money group called Progressive Vet. This group listed non-veteran and longtime Jon Tester sycophant, Moffie Funk, as its treasurer.

Despite its unscrupulous morals, this group was highly effective as they hid behind veterans’ names to exploit the trust of Montana voters, boosting Bankhead with $2.5 million in ads before immediately pulling support for her when she won the primary.

The group’s goal, after all, was to hide behind the namesake of veterans just to defeat the candidate Tester had openly mocked and wanted to discredit, Reilly Neill.

Moffie Funk, once a highly respected educator, had discredited and disrespected her own lifelong public service for 30 pieces of silver. Her legacy will be forever tainted as the person who committed one of the most brazen acts of False Valor in Montana political history.

While this episode of political mean girls plays out, I dropped a little cultural bomb on the professor last night when I suggested Allen Ginsberg was a sexual predator who, I believe, targeted the son of the man he’s non-sexually smooching in this picture:

When I finally start dumping my cultural analysis on Substack readers will have the opportunity to learn more about why I’m making such an audacious claim, because it’s not one I’m making lightly. The picture that has come into focus of Missoula, and this town’s role in the counter-culture, is so much more extensive and disturbing than I ever could have imagined.

The transformation of Universities from places of learning to business-focused indoctrination centers isn’t as important, it would appear, as the victim-experiences of cultural power’s new hierarchy, and with that the soul of academia disappears.

Here’s how Truthout ends its lament:

Higher ed is on the verge of collapsing because it has lost its soul. Can this soul be restored? Perhaps. But this would require a nationwide movement to restore public trust and reclaim higher education, building an academy that is not solely transactional or profit-driven but is deeply invested in serving and collaborating with its broader communities and society writ large. If we cannot do this, then we are one step closer to witnessing the weakening of our civil society and the end of our democracy.

Ok, sure, but the cultural malaise is so much worse and pervasive than what’s happening, or not happening anymore, on campuses, that I don’t begrudge towns like Missoula for not really caring about this seemingly minor issue of a University allowing its identity to die without a bigger fight.

Before discussing anti-Feminists and poet predators, I told the professor she was a potential accomplice in my criminally effective rhyming abilities, which warranted a legal discussion with Judge Vannatta a few months ago. Sadly, my fourth pint of ice cream this week was softening in my hand, so I bid the professor adios and returned to my little living box to compose this:

same, Lindsey
why go on?
this one's broken
this one's wrong 

fame, Lindsey 
I won't judge 
things can whisper 
things can nudge 

tame, Lindsey 
nothing is 
three, two, one 
goodbye kids!

babes, Lindsey
ice cube crash 
your army grows
you own the math 

craze, Lindsey 
no they're not!
TikTok brave, their
sick-fuck talk!

lame, Lindsey 
the man who calls 
he made you do it!
he is the cause!

blame, Lindsey 
you have none 
so do thy will 
your gender won

frame, Lindsey 
not your home--
the camera frame,
the devil's phone 

Don’t worry, dear reader, I’m a University-trained rhyming professional, and if this doesn’t align with my conditional First Amendment, I’m sure the uniformed oinkers enforcing the court’s strict standards will let me know.

Thanks for reading!