by Travis Mateer
Dear Z-Chron Readers,
I’m not sure how long I have to exist in this similar-but-not-quite regular format while the beast you’ve been introduced to via green ink slumbers. Before entering the clink I fired off an email to long-dormant JC letting him know my dire financial situation required a dire move and that that dire move was making a deal with a free man freer than I.
Ladies and gentlemen, Freeman Tao:
MOCK TRIAL OF THE CENTURY (April 2nd, 2025)
“Violence is never the answer” is never the answer (April 3rd, 2025)
Reflection on Narcissism (April 3rd, 2025)
Voter ID laws and the predictability of Partisan fools (April 3rd, 2025)
A Series of unfortunate images (April 3rd, 2025)
The Truth about Travis Mateer’s Incarceration (April 3rd, 2025)
Show me your War Face (April 6th, 2025)
Reflection on Abandonment (April 6th, 2025)
Astute readers of this blog may have noticed Freeman’s name appear awhile back, along with my heads up that things were in place to ensure posting continued in my absence, since algorithms enjoy new data to feast upon, which in turn keeps this LLC endeavor somewhat relevant (though never profitable). Did I anticipate Freeman aping Steven Bannon’s strategy of flooding the zone? I didn’t know WHAT to anticipate, hence the warning to JC, who may be understandably bailing on this battered ship of local truth-telling.
Geo-politics was something I fought flame-wars in long comment threads over at the previous blog I contributed to, 4 & 20 Blackbirds. I didn’t care to continue that into THIS endeavor, but considering I think a hot war with Iran might actually be on the table this go-around, I say LET’S GO FOR IT! …at least, that’s what an ALPHA might say, but we’ll save my new status for further down. Right now I’m giving readers a feel for what things used to be like BEFORE the green hue of my humiliation ritual splatted your screens.
Before I get to my 48 hour period of incarceration and the new thinking about the judge who made sure I got into that jail cell as promptly as the County demanded, I want to describe my Saturday achievement during the protest that filled and spilled over from the County Courthouse lawn. Not only was my smile-rate of direct interaction with people 100%, the one guy who threatened my perfect day with my new Lego display was ANGRY at all the protestors for suddenly blossoming into existence NOW.
“WHERE ARE THEY ALL THE OTHER DAYS OF THE YEAR?” he yelled at one point, later telling me Flippers had asked him to leave for how he was choosing to express himself.
Knowing this guy from previous Hip-Strip interactions, I invested the time it took to deescalate him, using my skills developed as the Homeless Outreach Coordinator of the Poverello Center. It took a lot of active listening and redirection, but I managed to turn the fake smile I demanded from him into a mostly genuine one by the end.
Now, let’s put into broader context my judger for District 4 court because I hadn’t realized until after my discharge and a timely text that Judge Vannatta was appointed by Montana’s former Governor, Steve Bullock. OF COURSE! I thought to myself as my brain started making the connections. Bullock, as Attorney General, kept the lid on the Coyote Club, which led to the rise of Sheriff Funke, which blew up in a Writ of Mandamus, which exposed how cows were being fed Marijuana by County Attorney, Wally Congdon (among other, more serious deficincies), and guess what? I MOCKED ALL OF IT!
Mockery is one thing, but DEFIANCE is quite another. Just ask our sitting Attorney General, Austin Knudsen, who has adopted similar language to my lived-marsupial-experience in court. From the link (emphasis mine):
Knudsen was highly critical of the hearing, calling it a ‘kangaroo court’.
“It was kind of a kangaroo court,” he said. “I’ll just say it out loud. They didn’t let me present evidence. They didn’t let me refute several of their witnesses. They ruled on motions without giving me time to respond in writing, which (should) happen in every court case, in that you get to respond in writing. They were rushing this thing through to get it done before the election, candidly, and it didn’t work. I got elected by 20 points.”
For those who haven’t figured it out yet, the judiciary is like every thing else right now—in a state of unofficial war. For example, late last month more dirt on the judge trying to turn planes back was blasted at Zerohedge.
Judge James Boasberg, who serves on the D.C. District Court, participated in what appears to be nothing more than a Democrat strategy session masquerading as a legal conference in Sun Valley, Idaho.
The conference’s agenda items, “Judges in a Democracy” and “State of Democracy,” sound eerily similar to the Democrats’ tiresome 2024 campaign rhetoric about “saving democracy” — which, of course, has become the justification for their using the courts to obstruct Trump’s agenda.
“Called a ‘Privately Funded Seminar Disclosure Report,” the document discloses that Boasberg was in attendance but offers no details of whether Boasberg was paid for his attendance or travel, or what the remuneration was,’ reports Just the News.
Closer to home, this is what my marsupial was busy doing while I was in jail:
On April 2, Judge Shane Vannatta issued a temporary restraining order against House Bill 121, a law requiring that bathrooms, locker rooms, and sleeping quarters in public facilities be based on biological sex. The bill was modest in scope, allowed commonsense exceptions for emergencies and maintenance, and affirmed what used to be obvious: that women deserve private spaces free from male intrusion. Judge Vannatta not only disagreed—he branded the law “motivated by animus,” a label typically reserved for statutes scrawled in crayon by cartoon villains.
To Vannatta, a century of legal precedent—Title IX, judicial recognition of sex-based privacy, and the mundane reality of separate facilities in schools, shelters, and prisons—amounts to “no evidence.” Biological difference, cultural consensus, and institutional custom were tossed aside in a few short pages, replaced with abstraction and ideological cant.
This isn’t an isolated opinion. In 2023, another Missoula judge, Judge Donald Molloy, blocked a ban on sex-change procedures for minors, citing “privacy.” In 2024, Vannatta himself struck down a law defining sex as male or female, calling it vague. Now, with HB 121, Montana’s judiciary continues its role as the enforcement wing of gender ideology.
For more context on Judge Malloy, Western Montana News also has the anti-Trump rant Malloy treated new citizens to recently. From the link:
Montana State Representative Kerri Seekins-Crowe (R-HD 39) has raised concerns over remarks made by Senior U.S. District Judge Donald W. Molloy during a March 20, 2025 naturalization ceremony in Missoula, alleging that he injected partisan rhetoric into what is traditionally a nonpolitical civic event.
In a Facebook post, Seekins-Crowe stated that Molloy told newly sworn citizens that the United States “became treasonous starting on January 6, 2021” and went on to criticize former President Donald Trump. She described the remarks as shocking and inappropriate, saying that they cast the country in a negative light for those who had just completed the legal process of becoming U.S. citizens.
I’m old enough to remember the post-9/11 Patriot Act, ready to roll out for us citizens over 20 years ago, so judge Malloy can take his rant and go violently pleasure himself with it. As for me, it’s been strongly signaled by those in charge of this town that it’s time for me to pull a TUCK and CUCK.
What do I mean by TUCK and CUCK? I’m glad you asked.
Since ending a podcast, and banning me from attending city council, and restricting my content creation by upholding a requirement I not write about a certain non-profit isn’t enough for the narrative controllers, I’m feeling like maybe I should just accept the humiliation ritual I’ve been subjected to by relegating myself to my OTHER online property, One3Twenty, or One3CUCKME, I should say.
If I beg the new conductor of ZOOM CHRON, Mr. Tao, to allow it, perhaps I can pop up from time to time to remind readers there’s still a chance the first amendment won’t be completely castrated by the protector of Mineral County, where the law is a LARP you have to behold to believe. For example, did Sheriff Deputies accidentally speed/kill someone with their vehicle? I don’t know, right now that’s just a rumor, and I don’t get paid to chase down rumors.
What I get to pay for, with money I don’t have, are the fun details of my humiliation ritual, like the probationary requirement I report ALL interactions with law enforcement. Does that include the member of law enforcement NOT quite quiet enough when talking about me as I waited for my daughter to exit her elementary school?
“Did you have a direct interaction with him?” My Probation Officer/Editor asked me?
“No,” I replied, “because I CHOSE to not have a direct interaction with the member of law enforcement telling his lady about my legal situation,” I said.
When I explained the situation of how I planned to ensure continued posting in my absence by bringing on a new, distinct content creator who is DEFINITELY not me, I got no firm assurance his actions wouldn’t get me in trouble.
Rights, man. Use them in the wrong way, and with the wrong melatonin/genitalia combination, and it’s tenuous, at best.
If you join me over at One3CUCKME, you will be treated to jailhouse poetry, maybe some videos, and my sincere effort to stop caring about the wrong kind of people (dead black men).
Thanks for understanding, readers.
