Month: December 2024

by Travis Mateer

UPDATED BELOW

Did someone die on this bus bench last Thursday morning?

That’s what I’m trying to confirm after getting notified by a source that a firetruck had responded to a body covered by a blanket during the early morning hours of December 5th. My source said he watched the fire crew life the person off the bench and the person remained frozen in a sitting position. Kind of sounds like a corpse to me.

After not getting a response last week, I sent another email to the person who should be able to tell me if coroner services have been utilized for a body.

See how hard I’m trying to be a civil citizen journalist? I’m even using the preferred HOUSELESS term, which I think is incredibly stupid. But, when in Rome…

There’s a chance that someone dying outside represents a narrative threat to the Homeless Industrial Complex (HIC), since a big beneficiary of the HIC made a point to say how PROUD they were that no one died because of the weather two years ago (emphasis mine):

While I simply try to confirm the existence of a dead HOUSELESS person, the acquittal of Daniel Penny sent a strong message to the virtue-signalers regarding the joke of the criminal justice system: don’t use it to punish someone for intervening and subduing a person enabled by a system incapable of dealing with reality.

Predictably, a threat of violence was immediately issued against Penny.

I don’t know how many people understand this, but those living on the streets can be VERY unstable and dangerous, and it doesn’t have to be a male exhibiting physically threatening behavior, it could be a mentally ill woman who kidnapped a developmentally delayed family member and used her disability money to travel around the northwest.

When THAT type of woman became fixated on ME, I started getting letters handwritten in cursive and making claims that I was a rapist and that Chuck Norris was my REAL father. This woman even photo-copied pages from Chuck Norris’ biography, which she of course checked out at the local library.

When I started receiving letters at my HOME address with specific references to my wife (now ex-wife) and kids, I started getting pretty worried.

When someone dies houseless, like Jordan Neely or Johnny Lee Perry, family members who SHOULD take some responsibility for the social mess they helped make sometimes see DIFFERENT types of opportunities, like monetizing their alleged “grief”. That’s what it appears Jordan Neely’s dad is doing (emphasis mine):

The family of Jordan Neely is moving forward with a civil lawsuit against Daniel Penny after the Marine veteran was found not guilty by a jury on Monday.

The Manhattan jury acquitted the 26-year-old man of criminally negligent homicide after the more serious manslaughter charge was dismissed because the jury was deadlocked on that count.

Neely’s family decried the jury’s decision outside of court, with his father demanding action against a “rigged” system.

“I just want to say, I miss my son. My son didn’t have to go through this. I didn’t have to go through this either. It hurts, really, really hurts,” Andre Zachary said.

Is the system rigged? Of course it is. Is Andre Zachary a good father or disgusting opportunist? I don’t know, being a father in this culture is kinda fucked, but at least MY crazy homeless fans think of me fondly during those days that can be hard for a divorced father, as this Father’s Day card I received years ago shows:

So, here’s to all the fathers out there. I’m sure destroying the masculine archetype of the protector will ultimately be good for society because, with Daddy out of the way, the STATE can become our Daddy, and we all know how caring and nurturing the STATE is for humans, right?

As for mothers, well, I’m sure not ALL of them kidnap retarded family members for the disability money, then hallucinate celebrity lineages and sexual assaults, but for the ones who do, I’m hoping Daddy State has created some very special housing for you.

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UPDATE

I got a response that felt evasive to me, though I’ll admit I stopped giving the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office the benefit of the doubt years ago.

For some reason, something still doesn’t feel right about this. Would it be possible to not call a death until someone who is extremely hypothermic is taken to the ER, and the death handled there?

My source is pretty confident about what he saw, but so was a different source who claimed a body was found along the river by his pawn shop, the same area where a body was found by the sewage treatment plant.

Unless anything new emerges, it doesn’t appear that anyone succumbed to the elements on this bench on December 5th. I guess this is a good one to be wrong about.

by Travis Mateer

This is simply a thank you post to the anonymous donor who came through over the weekend to get my blog out of financial jail. The next year’s business plan has now been covered, and that means NO pesky ads for one more spin around the sun.

I’m working on a post for this week about something I hope is not true, but I trust my first-hand witness who reached out and told me what he saw last week early one cold, cold morning, so stay tuned!

And, if any ONLINE donors want to throw-in for my continued ability to report on local happenings, Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) is still the way to do it.

Thanks for reading, which you’re doing now thanks to a handful of generous people who have kept this site going, and the the site where the documentary about Engen’s Missoula still lives.

Stay tuned!

by Travis Mateer

While my own kid was introduced to someone recently without my knowledge, today’s post is a general one about stupid parents who don’t understand what REAL risk is when it comes to keeping their children safe in a world run by a malignant psychopath class.

For example, some people might give the toy corporation, Mattel, the benefit of the doubt for the “mistake” discovered recently on the packaging of Wicked dolls. Those people are dangerously stupid when it comes to accurately assessing our sick, sick culture, and the risk it poses to our kids.

Here’s the skinny … Mattel issued a recall in November after accidentally putting a porn link on the back of its Elphaba and Glinda dolls to coincide with the release of the “Wicked” movie. The company responded by pulling the toys from shelves and issuing an apology for the NSFW error.

Since our sick culture is as ubiquitous as the air we breathe, denying kids the toys and programming all their peers enjoy is virtually impossible. If you are too adamant about denying them something, you could damage your relationship with your kid, pushing them closer to the arms of people ready to manipulate and exploit them for their own gain. Also, the natural desire to have something you are told you can’t have kicks in, so simply banning stuff just ins’t feasible.

When I was cleaning up homeless camps in the Reserve Street area years ago, I distinctly remember one of the abandoned camps I came across because there was explicit porn AND kids items. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to wonder what the fuck was going on there, but maybe that’s because I spent 7 years working at the shelter and in close proximity to the predators that came around looking for prey.

You know, like the guy that showed his “friend with benefits” his displeasure by beating her to death with a hammer after he picked her up outside the Poverello Center, where I used to work.

While sanity DID appear to emerge on Monday night with a 9-3 vote to ban urban camping in public parks, what I stumbled onto Monday night at Good Works has me pretty concerned, especially the angry shouting from a few people lured there with promises of free food.

Let me explain something to Kristen Jordan and Daniel Carlino, since they are stubbornly NOT GETTING IT: a few hundred park-pooping drug addicts SHOULD NOT take precedent over the 80,000 people being squeezed by cost of living and tax increases in this valley unless DIVISION is the goal in this new Trump era.

Do Montana Democrats not understand they lost the election and any foothold in Montana they once had? Do they not understand we know they are losers and liars, so maybe preparing to agitate and manipulate whatever culture pawns they can find isn’t the best plan, moving forward?

I really am trying to pay less attention to local bullshit, but it’s the local bullshit I find most threatening to my kids, and with changes being made to how their father gets to interact with them, every day is an unimaginable struggle.

That will change, eventually, but our sick culture WILL NOT change until people acknowledge how fucked up it is and start actually doing something about it.

Maybe, once I move beyond the legal gauntlet of lies being peddled about me in order to stop what I’ve dedicated myself to exposing, I can finally get a little break. Since that doesn’t appear to be happening any time soon, my war against corrupt influencers and politicians continues.

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by Travis Mateer

On December 2nd Missoula’s City Council discussed, once again, the challenges of “urban camping”. I didn’t watch it live, because I’m not allowed in person, and my phone wasn’t playin the video. Instead, I checked out this event, which was promoted by KPAX.

The group “hosting” this discussion is not the group I’m interested in, though I will note my previous coverage of “Good Works” includes this post about the casual fascism of public/private partnerships.

Good Works is obviously political, and they are included in the article as the group “hosting” this event, but who is LEADING this discussion? Is it JUST the Missoula Community Development Corporation? Because that’s all I’m seeing in this little article (emphasis mine):

Since houselessness is such a personal topic, those who are part of the coalition believe that providing education is the key when coming up with solutions. 

“A lot of what is going on is not always accessible to folks in our community and people are unsure who to talk to and what they can do and where they can put their energy, and how to be a good neighbor,” Missoula Community Development Corporation community engagement specialist Jana Richter told MTN.

“And the thought with this space is to just provide a few avenues so we can help people who are currently unhoused and also prevent folks who are one job loss or one eviction away from becoming unhoused,” Richter continued.

The larger group also mentioned in this article is the Area Housing Justice Coalition, but since I actually attended this event for the few minutes I could stand listening to the cult-like groupthink on display, I have another name for my Homeless Industrial Complex radar, and that name is Catalyst Montana.

When I looked into this group, the behavior of the participants last night started making more sense. I heard people booing and jeering the City Council meeting as Jana tried making this astro-turf event appear grassroots, but it’s not.

Catalyst Montana is the rebranded political organization I knew as the Human Rights Network, a political group that only cares about FAKE white supremacists, not the real ones I’ve written about. To show you how their political agitation works, just check out their funny little snitch form:

Knowing what I know about the political posturing of the human rights network, I’m disappointed to see a group with more credibility getting in bed with these astro-turfers, so I made a little comment on Facebook to let them know what’s actually happening.

The result of the vote last night was the result of people in Missoula seeing for themselves what our Homeless Industrial Complex has done, and because of that, this happened:

The Missoula City Council voted on Monday evening to approve an amendment prohibiting urban camping in public parks.

Members of the public offered comment during the meeting which lasted for nearly six hours.

“I’m all for giving hands up, but the hands out that we’ve been given in this city doesn’t work.”

Repeatedly doing the same things that don’t work and expecting different results is fucking madness, so I’m glad to see Council being slightly less insane in how they are responding to so many years of failure, but what I saw last night at Good Works has me VERY concerned about the persistent stupidity of left-leaning political operators and their willingness to use people like Clayton to further their political agenda.

I saw Clayton last night at Good Works and said hello to him, but since I was being VERY LOUD in my VERY CONSPICUOUS departure from this groupthink gathering of agitators and political operators, I said it wasn’t a good time to tell him how TERRIBLE my life has been recently while still doing this exposing of local corruption thing.

Don’t let two posts two days in a row lead you, dear reader, to think I’m back with daily posts, because I’m not, but I couldn’t let my new discovery go unmentioned during such tumultuous times here in Mountain Town, America.

If you would like to help me NOT downgrade my blog’s business plan, please consider donating to Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF), or don’t. Like I said yesterday, I’ll keep writing regardless of whether it’s posts I’m writing, stories, or poems about CrossFit trainers.

Thanks for reading!

by Travis Mateer

If I can’t raise $300 dollars in the next two weeks, Zoom Chron will be downgraded and my ability to create new posts will be restricted, but that might not be a bad thing. I don’t think I’ll lose any content, except perhaps the post recently purchased by a Fidler.

Here’s one of the communication’s I got from the punk who fucked around and found out:

Did “Diane” stop contacting me? Nope, I woke up this morning to the following email in my inbox from “David”:

Does someone have a Daddy with money to buy domains and lawyers with? It’s almost like I’m dealing with Hunter Biden, the piece of shit who America was told wasn’t going to be pardoned before HIS daddy, Joe, gave him a pardon for an entire decade of criminal activity.

Since I don’t have the resources to defend myself against MORE legal attacks, I guess the post that got purchased will have to come down. Will that make this Fidler happy, or does EVERY POST I write featuring his handsome face warrant a purchase and a legal threat?

I don’t know, let’s find out.

When I was Francis’ age and attending college, my good friend, Lisa, was hit and killed by a drunk driver. Francis is lucky he didn’t kill anyone, because that’s a lot harder to disappear than a blog post after a night partying and trying to use your vehicle as a weapon to run over another person with, all while calling me POOR like my financial status was offensive to this adorable little college student.

I am poor, Francis, but I’m not dead, like my friend Lisa, though I’m sure there are a few people in this town who wished I was, like the CrossFit trainer who thought texting me on Thanksgiving morning was a good time to start communicating with his girlfriend’s ex-husband.

Tonight, at City Council, the urban camping dumpster fire will continue burning, but I won’t be there, in person, to listen and write about it because lawfare is a very effective tactic, especially when you have a professional victim willing to perjure herself on the stand to stop you from doing what her friend and employer, Susan Hay Patrick, wants. It’s pretty disgusting, but I have no choice but to take it and hope the truth will win out, eventually.

Until then I will just keep writing, though not much of my new project, titled THE ART OF MOVING ON, will be published here, like my retelling of the Biblical story about Daniel and the lions, which is fucking hilarious. It’s even MORE hilarious when you know that a pastor with that same name talked about Daniel and the lions last Sunday at the church I once attended. That pastor should familiar himself with Montana law, specifically this part:

The posting will continue to be light for this last month of 2024 due to my need to write my own legal briefs and parenting plan amendments so that my ex, who didn’t think the language of the plan needed to apply to her, understands that some words DO still matter, and though husbands and boyfriends may come and go, fathers are forever.

I was at a coffee shop the other day and a group of young people saw Santa biking by outside, so they waved. When I saw Santa, I didn’t wave, because I had just read up on his criminal history the previous day, and it’s absolutely horrible.

But, here’s the thing I’ve discovered about Missoula: this town DOES NOT WANT TO KNOW what’s actually going on in the dark corners, so I should probably act accordingly, That means NOT writing about the homeless woman who was murdered and decapitated by the river, a brutal and violent act that hardly anyone knows about because it was never reported. The killer was pursued by authorities, but committed suicide before he could be arrested, so the whole thing was swept under the proverbial rug.

I only know about this murder because I have GOOD CONTACTS who keep me informed about the town my kids are growing up in, and this atrocious act of violence was mentioned to me the other day, at work, by a co-worker who also knew about it.

Another act of violence that occurred occurred this summer in a vehicle I sold a woman so that she could get the fuck out of Montana. Unfortunately, she returned, and her brother allegedly shot her in the stomach during an argument near the river.

When I was contacted by a Detective this summer because of something I wrote (my felony charge), I thought maybe it was THIS incident I was being called about, but NO. Local law enforcement doesn’t care about my knowledge regarding acts of violences and suspicious deaths, like Joey Thompson’s, but they DEFINITELY care about being the personal security force for my politically connected ex-girlfriend.

Since I now understand this town demands ignorance and shitty media outlets in order to maintain the delusion of a mountain paradise where tourists feel safe to spend money, I don’t expect my plea for funds to keep this blog active will be well received, so it’s a good thing I don’t really give a shit anymore, since I know nothing can actually stop me from writing. All these various cowards can do is temporarily restrict who is able to see my words as I write them.

If you have benefited from my perspective over the years, please consider making a donation to Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF), or don’t. I’ll deal with whatever outcome happens, because adapting to changing conditions is something I’ve gotten pretty good at doing.

Thanks for reading, y’all. I’m not finished with this space yet, so STAY TUNED!