Zoom Town Elections August 31st

by Travis Mateer

This week’s episode of Zoom Town is now live after many failed attempts to upload it. Something to do with buffering.

Also, I should warn listeners that some strong language is used while expressing of our shared frustration, so if you’re squeamish about what our Constitution protects, I’ll invite you to kindly fuck off.

Thanks for listening!

Alberton School Board Member Amy Lommen Isn’t Losing Any Sleep Over Taking Choice From Parents For Health Decisions

by Travis Mateer

The reason those supporting choice and bodily autonomy must use the courts to protect their rights is pretty simple: the illuminated ones who fervently believe in the efficacy of fabric barriers and the products of Big Pharma cannot be swayed by rational arguments.

I received some evidence the other day that shows how the illuminated ones perceive their intelligence as existing in another stratosphere from the dim-witted parents they clearly disdain.

The screenshot is a comment from Amy Lommen, a school board member in Alberton. The response is from Grace Decker, a school board member in Missoula County. Both women work with the Zero to Five program.

Amy Lommen seems really proud that her sleep is undisturbed from denying parents the choice to make health decisions for their kids, and Grace Decker is right there to confirm this Covid cultist is a part of her school board/Zero-to-Five tribe.

Later today I’m going to donate money to this fundraiser raising money to legally challenge the mask mandate in Missoula. Over $11,000 dollars of the target goal of $30,000 has already been raised.

I’m also going to donate a monthly $10 bucks to Brian Festa’s organization We the Patriots. If you want to hear a fantastic interview with Festa, click here.

It’s a waste of time trying to win arguments outside a court of law with this contingent of true believers. The fight is being taken to the courts and that fight requires MONEY, so if you can donate to local efforts to fight back, please consider doing so.

And thanks for reading!

Do I Have The Right To Say No?

by Travis Mateer

On August 27th, in the comment section of this post, I asked Ward 1 candidate J. Kevin Hunt if he supported my right to say no to a vaccine. Since posing that question, candidate Hunt has commented several times on other posts, but as of this writing, my straightforward question has been ignored.

Today I’m going to expand my question for Mr. Hunt based on a story that’s making the rounds: if I had partial custody of my children due to divorce, and made the choice to NOT get a vaccine, should I be denied custody of my children by a judge?

I can’t believe this question correlates to a real-life scenario, but that is what a woman in Chicago is being told by a judge after he asked her about her vaccine status. From the link:

A mother in Chicago has criticized a judge who she says stripped her of visitation rights because she was not vaccinated against COVID-19.

In what could be the first case of its kind, a judge at Cook County’s Daily Center said Rebecca Firlit cannot see her 11-year-old son until she has received the shot, reported FOX News 32.

From what I’ve read about this case, the judge asked this question without any prompting from the other party in the hearing (the father), though the father agrees with the judge’s order.

How is this even remotely ok? Here’s more from this insanity:

During the hearing, Cook County Judge James Shapiro reportedly asked Firlit whether she had been vaccinated yet. She said she told the judge she hadn’t because she has suffered bad reactions from other vaccines she had in the past.

In an unprecedented move, Shapiro then ordered Firlit be stripped of all parenting time with her son until she gets vaccinated, said the report.

This story seems like a brazen trial balloon to gauge public reaction over a court-ordered medical intervention.

And, for me, it’s working, because if a candidate like Mr. Hunt can’t denounce the madness of exploiting a mother’s ability to see her own 11 year old kid in order to coerce her into getting penetrated with a needle, then I don’t want him anywhere near developing local policies as an elected official.

So, I’ll ask J. Kevin Hunt the same question I asked him last week: do you support my right to say NO to this vaccine?

I’m waiting…

UPDATE: The judge changed course. This is called winning.

My River City Roots Festival Saturday

by Travis Mateer

What a day, and it’s not even over yet!

I began the day with an interview of someone I’ve enjoyed listening to since discovering his work a few years ago while doing some pretty disturbing research into areas most people would prefer to ignore.

If you want a sneak peek of who I’ll be posting an interview with tomorrow morning, click here.

After the interview I cruised the Farmer’s Market and talked to one of the guy’s I’ve gotten to know holding a sign.

After a nice bike ride around town, I noticed a police officer outside my studio speaking with a man I know well from working at the shelter.

The River City Roots festival is going strong today, and this former client of mine had been drinking early, which led to his fall (he’s now assisted by a walker), which led to the officer standing there waiting for emergency responders.

I approached the officer and explained my former role. I asked about the mobile crisis unit, but she wasn’t familiar with that option, which I found disappointing.

I went to get lunch and ran into a candidate running to be a municipal judge. I told him briefly about the EMT response he might notice, and the lack of familiarity the officer had with the mobile crisis unit. He shared my disappointment.

After getting a Mediterranean beef wrap, I saw that the man was finally being trucked off to the hospital. I spoke the fire guy about the mobile crisis unit, and he confirmed that they are available today, a Saturday, but because of the guy’s alcohol intake, he would have to be cleared by medical staff.

This happens in the ER, where blowing your nose costs a thousand bucks (I think this is an exaggeration, but who knows anymore).

After getting food and information from first responders, I headed to the antique mall where I scrounged for old postcards. I spoke with a nice lady from Missouri about her son’s story of arriving in Missoula. It was very similar to my own.

Then, back at the art studio, I chatted up a fellow artist and had the opportunity to show off some of my historical artifacts to a person connected to the preservation of the building I’m in.

Upon leaving I realized the connection and remembered my spontaneous performance last night.

But, alas, some synchronicities can’t be readily shared in blog a post.

Thanks for reading.