by Travis Mateer
Like the title of this post audaciously declares, I don’t think it’s a serial killer dumping bodies in Lady Bird Lake that locals in Austin need to worry about, I think it’s a sub-culture now operating in plain view, and we ALL need to worry about it because, after 10 bodies, local authorities are still saying NOTHING TO SEE HERE. Maybe that’s because they are a part of this sub-culture?
From the link (emphasis mine):
True crime groups in the Austin, Texas area are certain an unidentified serial killer is terrorizing the city, however, these claims are unfounded.
The Austin Police Department held a press conference on Monday afternoon to confirm that a body had been pulled from Lady Bird Lake.
Police didn’t disclose how long the body was in the water or how the person, who is still unidentified, had died.
“Homicide is actively investigating this as a death investigation,” Public Information Officer Ariel Crumes told the media.
Public Information Officers are paid liars, and I can say that because I’m a kick-ass journalist with impressive local connections in Zoom Town (Missoula).
What do I mean?
I mean the FORMER Public Information Officer for the Missoula Police Department, Lydia Arnold, once told me a bald-faced lie about a police training that the punk-ass local media reported as some kind of weird false alarm involving a SWAT response on West Broadway. Nope!
Both of the links above go to my original reporting, and I can write these article because I’ve lived in this community for 23 years, with 10 years working in the non-profit sector (7 at the homeless shelter, the Poverello Center). This matters because it’s the foundation I’m standing on now, near the end of my third loop driving around this country and SEEING FOR MYSELF what is out there, and it isn’t good.
That said, it’s ALSO critical to keep this in mind: this sub-culture not only WANTS you to be afraid of it, they NEED you to be afraid of it because your fear is their food, and these fuckers are ALWAYS searching for a snack.
Isn’t this image cute? It’s a hoodie in the pop-up store for Stranger Things, which I visited while spending some time on the Las Vegas strip on Wednesday. Why would a pop-up store for Stranger Things be at the location for Super Bowl LVIII? This is where knowing some history can be beneficial. From the link (emphasis mine):
Hellfire Club was a name for several exclusive clubs for high-society rakes established in Britain and Ireland in the 18th century. The name most commonly refers to Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Friars of St. Francis of Wycombe. Such clubs, rumour had it, served as the meeting places of “persons of quality” who wished to take part in what were socially perceived as immoral acts, and the members were often involved in politics. Neither the activities nor membership of the clubs are easy to ascertain. The clubs allegedly had distant ties to an elite society known only as “The Order of the Second Circle”.
Yes, I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on here, but I forget that most people don’t assume, like I do, that something on a t-shirt might be more than just catchy marketing, so catchy that I couldn’t leave the store without picking up a friend for Tentapus, my Octopus road companion.
I named my new parasite Virgil because I was crossing the Virgin River in the midst of a synchronicity storm AND a real one (of course) when, in conversation with my new road companion, I realized this glorified butthole needed a name. I sure hope Tentapus warms up to it eventually!
If you’ve been reading along during my departure from Zoom Town–covered here, at Zoom Chron, and at the new blog space–you’ll know names are important to me, which is why I was a bit shocked to discover Oliver Stone has a first name, and it’s NOT Oliver. Nope, it’s WILLIAM. Welcome to the club, Ollie!
The TRAVIS club is a little more exclusive now, thanks to Taylor Swift’s boyfriend, and if number 87 helps number 15 win another Super Bowl today, maybe I’ll get some residual energy in the form of MONEY for the work I’m doing tracking this crazy shit (the go-fund me I stopped promoting will still say YES to your 1’s and 0’s, by the way).
Another Travis that came up during my travels is Ghost Travis from True Detective’s fourth installment, Night Country, but when I got caught up I heard something I had to go online to make sure I heard correctly: Travis COHLE. Oh shit, I immediately thought, this hits on multiple levels.
For those who are familiar with the “fictional” world of True Detective, this last name confirms that the Travis character is Rustin Cohle’s father, and “Rust” is the brooding detective played brilliantly by Matthew McConaughey in season 1.
In the world THIS Travis inhabits, Cohle sounds very similar to the family name that runs a Spokane-based media empire, and Spokane is where I was born. Go figure. From the link, so you can see that other willful name pop up again:
Cowles (pronounced “coles”) is a fourth generation family-owned enterprise that operates a portfolio of legacy companies and seeks to invest in high potential growth businesses for the long-term benefit of shareholders, customers, employees and the communities in which it operates.
The Company got its start in 1890, when William H. Cowles arrived in Spokane to be the business manager of The Spokesman, one of three local newspapers. He had been a reporter for The Chicago Tribune, where his father Alfred Cowles was the business manager. During the panic of 1893, Cowles gained ownership of and merged The Spokesman and The Review. He purchased The Chronicle in 1897, thus consolidating ownership of the region’s three largest newspapers. Other print products owned by Cowles today are the Journal of Business and Nickels Worth (a north Idaho publication).
Further down I JUST discovered how the Cowles moved their media influence into Montana, including Zoom Town! Cool!
William H. Cowles Jr. succeeded his father and continued the expansion of the company’s scope. KHQ-AM radio was bought in 1946. The radio station expanded to FM and, in 1952, signed on as Spokane’s first television station. KHQ is one of the oldest NBC affiliates in the country. In the 1980s, the radio stations were sold. In 1999, NBC affiliates KNDO/KNDU in Yakima/ Tri-Cities were purchased. In 2013, Cowles bought a group of Montana stations. They are ABC and Fox affiliates in Missoula, Kalispell, Helena, Great Falls, Butte and Bozeman, and a NBC affiliate in Billings. The company also operates a 24/7 regional sports and weather channel that covers professional, collegiate and high school sports in Washington, Idaho and Montana.
When you understand that I’ve been doing fascinating work in relative obscurity for literally years, the hilarity factor of how the universe seems to be trolling me greatly increases. When you factor in things like my Grandfather on my mother’s side owning and maintaining the ACTUAL communication infrastructure for radio in the Tri-Cities area, well, it just gets straight-up bizarre, bordering on the unbelievable. And I’m not even CLOSE to being done with this one. Buckle-up!
Here’s Travis Cohle as he first appeared in episode 1 of Night Country. In episode 2, it’s Travis’ partner, Rose, who confirms the fan-theory that emerged after the show premiered last month. Rose is of course a name that hits very close to home for me, close enough I’m not going to specify.
Who is Rose talking to when she makes this disclosure? The cop with the metaphysical touch, Evangeline, that’s who. Did that name come up recently in my research? Of course it did, and it relates to a name I have absolutely NO fondness for: Aleister Crowley.
I stumbled upon this connection because of a conversation with a man who did NOT die in a wartime plane incident, though he surely thought that was his fate. Instead, his fate was to have a family, and to do work on the Shroud of Turin, no biggie, and it was this man’s family who I traveled to visit in Texas this past month, where I stumbled onto that Masonic party weekend to kick-off my adventure.
Without getting into too much detail about WHY Crowley’s name came up (you’ll have to wait for the documentary, if I can get if financed), this influential occultist is known for having a spot in America where he resided when he visited, and that New Hampshire location belonged to an astrologist by the name of EVANGELINE Adams.
From the link:
Evangeline Smith Adams (February 8, 1868 – November 10, 1932) was an American astrologer based in New York City. She ran a thriving astrological consulting business, gained widespread notability for successfully defending her astrological practice in court, and produced a number of popular books about astrology, including Astrology: Your Place in the Sun (1927), Astrology: Your Place Among the Stars (1930), and her autobiography, The Bowl of Heaven (1926). While Aleister Crowley ghostwrote her books on astrology, Adams is an acknowledged contributor to Crowley’s own astrological text The General Practice of Astrology. She has been described as “America’s first astrological superstar”
You don’t have to be clairvoyant to recognize patterns in order to anticipate future events. For example, a pattern is beginning to emerge of public figures who have come under my style of scrutiny deciding to STOP being public figures.
It started with Missoula County’s former Sheriff, T.J. McDermott. This guy was all hot and bothered to run for Mayor during our last election cycle, even going so far as filing for the job, but he never got so far as to publicly move forward with his campaign. Could it be because I wrote posts like this one? And this one?
In the second link we have an appearance from someone who JUST ANNOUNCED her intention to stop doing her job, a job she was elected to do with a term that is NOT OVER yet. So why are you leaving, Pabst?
Before getting to my much more informative coverage of our infamous County Attorney, let’s see what the jokers at the Missoulian have to say, beginning with this entertaining headline:
From the link:
In her time as county attorney, she worked with the Montana Attorney General and U.S. Department of Justice to overhaul the office’s victim relations. The special victims unit she established grew from one to nine prosecutors focusing on sexual assault, domestic abuse and child abuse. And she hired multiple staffers to oversee and improve victim relations.
But it was Pabst’s last years as a deputy attorney and her time in private practice that made her the key player in what author and journalist John Krakauer depicted in his 2015 book, “Missoula: Rape and the Justice System in a College Town,” as a prosecutorial system that deferred to accused rapists over their alleged victims. The office’s handling of such cases led to investigations from the Montana Attorney General and U.S. Department of Justice.
Not even Krakauer could fathom the depths of fuckery going on in Zoom Town, and my evidence to back up that assertion is the fact his book positively platformed the Detective I’m starting a fan club for. Is that why Jon’s Beverly Hills literary agent, Joe Veltre, isn’t interested in MY version of the characters Krakauer has portrayed?
Other people who have decided to quit doing their jobs after I started criticizing them include the Executive Director of the Poverello Center, that Public Information Office I mentioned above, and the Police Chief, Jaeson White, who came to us from California’s Highway Patrol. That means all three of the people my open letter called out in September of 2022 have quit. Isn’t that interesting?
For more reading on the Pabst legacy, here are two posts of mine worth checking out:
The Deplorable Legacy Of Missoula County Attorney, Kirsten Pabst (October 3rd, 2022)
Deplorable Pabst Legacy Round 2: Failing Up (October 4th, 2022)
Another pattern I’d like to emphasize in this post before I wrap things up for game time is the pattern of catch and release that certain offenders seem to enjoy. If anyone has read up on Charles Manson, like I have, then you’ll know how odd it was that the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Office arrested and RELEASED Charles Manson AFTER the murders. Here’s a little blurb from Penguin that uses this fact to promote Tom O’Neill’s incredible book on this subject, Chaos:
Soon after the murders, the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Office launched a major raid on the Manson Family ranch – but Manson wasn’t charged with a crime. Bugliosi claims this was due to a paperwork error invalidating the warrant. O’Neill found that this wasn’t true. The raid was legal – and Manson was found with stolen credit cards on his person and stolen cars on his property. For some reason, the district attorney declined to press charges, and Manson wasn’t brought to justice for four months. Why was Bugliosi fabricating non-existent errors to cover for this? Did Manson have friends in high places?
Where does this pattern exist in Missoula? Let’s see, there was the odd catch and release of Johnny Lee Perry before the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office shot Johnny in the back, and the guy who appeared to make the assist in that scenario, Jackie Maxwill, also had curious, and brief, stints of temporary incarceration.
And then there’s the INFAMOUS (thanks to ME) history of the non-compliant sex offender, Todd Spence, and the increasingly dangerous reports I was getting from people on the streets, and in the “urban camps”, of his distribution of Fentanyl-laced weed. I was even told that this Fentanyl-laced weed had caused MULTIPLE overdoses, including at least one death. That was before the three dead bodies I wrote about a month ago.
To add to this list I now have another curious individual to bring some attention to, and that’s the dude one perceptive reader of this blog has referred to as THE TESLA COWBOY. Here’s his mugshot from the Missoula County Detention Portal:
When this guy’s stand-off with Mineral County was first brought to my attention, I wasn’t as skeptical of him as I probably should have been, so I reached out to his parents, since he gave out their phone number during the stand-off. After some limited communication where he invited me to join his Telegram group (I declined), I bid him good luck and went off on my first crazy road trip.
When I got back to Montana, a concerned reader told me I was being targeted by this dude on his Youtube channel. I also received texts from Jed ON THE DAY I RETURNED, demanding that I take down the posts where I wrote about him. I cited a document a prepper like this should appreciate–the CONSTITUTION–and politely told him to fuck off, since I don’t appreciate being called a FED unless this asshole has the paystubs to prove it.
Jed may have tried to remove his online targeting of me, since I couldn’t find his “expose” of me on his silly Youtube channel the last time I checked, but thankfully I took a screen shot on October 24th.
Will Jed be extradited to San Bernardino, a County in California that had a very curious incident in 2015 with a cop chase and a shootout? From the link:
On December 2, 2015, a terrorist attack, consisting of a mass shooting and an attempted bombing, occurred at the Inland Regional Center in San Bernardino, California, United States. The perpetrators, Syed Rizwan Farook and Tashfeen Malik, a married couple living in the city of Redlands, targeted a San Bernardino County Department of Public Health training event and Christmas party of about 80 employees in a rented banquet room. Fourteen people were killed and 22 others were seriously injured. Farook was an American born citizen of Pakistani descent, who worked as a health department employee. Malik was a Pakistani-born green card holder. After the shooting, the couple fled in a rented Ford Expedition SUV. Four hours later, police pursued their vehicle and killed them in a shootout, which also left two officers injured.
I’m not sure why this incident popped into my head, or if it’s relevant, but something about how the Tesla Cowboy called ME a Fed after I turned down his invitation to join his group has my antenna tingling.
Circling back to the main topic of this article, I’ve amassed an entire library of serious occult titles to back up my assertion that what we’re dealing with here is a death-obsessed sub-culture that can’t be “caught” with smoking guns or conventional investigations because this death cult is too extensive and enmeshed in the very products we use to “entertain” ourselves, which puts us in a compromised position of metaphysical complicity that requires self-examination in order to truly understand, so we can start disentangling ourselves from it. Unfortunately, this process seems too uncomfortable for most people to even consider, because it means leaving behind old ways of understanding how the world works.
One reason I think my investigation into the corrupt dynamics of local power has been fruitful, though, is because I use something I’ll call the LOUD MOUTH tactic, a tactic that simulates the bat’s use of echo-location to determine where to fly. What the hell am I talking about? Let me explain how talking shit and seeing what comes back to me functions, using my fifteen minute stop in Wallace, Idaho, as a delightful example.
The simple questions retail people politely ask their customers is an opportunity I use, over and over again, to exercise my LOUD MOUTH, and often times my LOUD MOUTH is discussing the work I’m doing exposing local corruption. What did that produce in Wallace?
Well, I was discussing the St. Regis shootout and the consequences of what it means when a County goes to war with itself, the way Mineral County has been doing, and I included the rumor about a certain tow truck company being a corrupt tool of the Mineral County Sheriff’s Office, and guess what? This woman in Wallace had heard about “people getting in trouble in Montana, then getting their cars back.” Isn’t that interesting?
When I spoke to the FORMER Sheriff of Mineral County last month, I told readers he hung up on me, but I didn’t say WHY. It was a pointed question about this tow truck company that ended my conversation with a former Sheriff I connected to a case now considered to be a part of the Smiley Face pattern of killing, not to mention the ACTING SHERIFF when Rebekah Barsotti went missing.
If I wanted to use the Smiley Face theory to make a name for myself and sell books, like William Ramsey has done, then I would ignore the case of a FEMALE who died under VERY MYSTERIOUS circumstances in Montana, but that’s not my intent (which is why I’m almost broke).
No, I want to understand HOW FUCKED the institutions are in my own backyard because I don’t want my own children to be euthanized or executed by the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office.
When I interviewed William Ramsey last February, I’m pretty sure I asked him if he knew who his Sheriff was, and, if I recall correctly, he didn’t know. For anyone reading this, in whatever County you reside, THIS IS WHY you should become familiar with who your fucking Sheriff is.
What is going on? Are there Chinese Nationals being arrested in Missoula? Yes, there are, and here is my original reporting on what I was running across last June. So don’t dismiss what I’m about to say next, because I wasn’t the only one who saw it.
As I was on the home-stretch yesterday, heading east, to Zoom Town, I saw a military helicopter flying low at mile marker 22 outside of St. Regis. This things was BIG, had two rotors, and it was quiet. And, yes, it was black.
I’ll ask again: what the hell is going on? Whatever it is, the I-90 interstate gateway to Montana has a County being run by a joke of a Sheriff’s Office, and this bad joke is being propped up by the Jasper family via Lance, the obnoxious lawyer who better travel with a tissue box for how much he seems to CRY about the Mandamus case he launched to make sure Ryan Funke became Sheriff. Here’s some of that crying:
If any of these jokers want to talk shop, I’m back in Montana now, and I’m SURE they have my number, since I do things like call to find out WHERE dead bodies like the body of Joey Thompson was found (still haven’t gotten an answer, boys, but I guess you’re busy).
It’s cool, I’m busy too–busy being a reluctant journalist getting paid virtually nothing to do the work I feel called to do. And if this post feels like I’m breathing fire, maybe that’s because it’s the year of the DRAGON, and my REAL appreciation for language is how musical it can be.
That’s language, NOT my ukulele playing, which I provide regardless of talent.
Thanks for reading!