Month: April 2025

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. 

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If you’re finding you have an unsatisfied appetite for hyperlocal provocation and the voyeuristic thrill of watching a man’s life fall apart, that’s because its been radio silence from the Devil You Know, as even after being released from the Missoula County Detention Facility, Travis Mateer has yet to make contact with the new occupying force that took control of Zoomchron.com in his absence.

Our official soothsayer divines that he will prefer to shift gears and spin out whatever new narrative has planted its alien seed in his brain over at his secondary blog One3Twenty.com – which I believe was originally intended to focus on the investigation and ruminations on the death of Sean Stevenson at the hands of Johnny Lee Perry and the Missoula County Sheriff’s office. But if the notes scrawled on the walls of his jail cell in his own excrement are any indication, the complex double-satire of the “no one cares about dead niggers” narrative he’s been trying so hard to weave for the last few years turned out to be accidentally sincere and accurate.

Not only does nobody care, but I and others find attempts to make us care to be hollow and performative.

This is not satire or irony or criticism of you or me or Travis. I’m 100 percent sincere. Nobody gives a shit, and I’m fine with that, and despite what I’ll say later I’m confident Travis always knew that. People die every fucking day. Lots of them violently. The fact that black men die violently at a higher rate (and almost always at the hands of other black men) is a problem for black men to solve. Malcolm X said “The White liberal is the worst enemy to America and the worst enemy to the Black man“. I’ve always found the race-obsessed, white savior compulsion that has cannibalized contemporary liberalism to be a cancer, one that was probably deliberately cultivated to keep faggy college kids from getting their shit anywhere near together enough to provoke, participate in, or contribute to class warfare. I didn’t make any exception for Travis’ well-harped-on obsession with Sean Stevenson and Johnny Lee Perry.

I always found his hyperfocus on them to be an embarrassingly transparent attempt to use a fundamentally manipulative approach to get girls with blue hair and pierced septums to think he was on their side. I never got the impression he really cared about Sean Stevenson or Johnny Lee Perry, and I sure as shit didn’t care about them.

Fuck em. Plenty more bums were they came from.

So if you too have been tired of being guilt-tripped for not caring about a couple dead guys you didn’t know and couldn’t care about beyond a vague performative obligation, rest easy. Its a new fucking era on Zoomchron.com and if your morbid curiosity provokes you to trace the mental deterioration of Zoomchron’s former primary writer, you can monitor his downward spiral on its new arc over at One3Twenty.com

I expect Travis will continue to be legally unable to write about certain Missoula nonprofits as a condition of his misdemeanor probation, but as an independent citizen with absolute editorial autonomy I suffer under no such restriction. Luckily for the nonprofit in question I currently have no reason to give a shit about them, BUT THAT COULD CHANGE. If I get any pushback at all as I cocktease them with hints to their identity and their activities, I’ll start digging up and dumping all the dirt that’s fit to shit.

Fuck em. More nonprofit performative parasites where they came from.

Just to piss them off I’ll probably keep plugging Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF). My main reason for that being that I have uncovered more of his deepest, darkest secrets. They make great fodder to manipulatively tug on your heart strings to fund his crumbling existence, and revealing them to you gives me a sort of exhibitionism-adjacent rush. (Its not quite exhibitionism because I’m not showing my own dirt, and its not quite voyeurism because my thrill comes from YOU looking at it… I guess the best metaphor is that I am a sort of pimp of secrets, and in this case Travis is my ho. You’re the John)

What I’m getting at is that the reason Travis Mateer is the way he is… is because he was sexually abused by a prominent political figure. Someone you’ve known for years. Someone very… very… close to you.

Travis is super fucked up. Give him money and he’ll make sure his problems become your worst enemy’s problems.

– Freeman Tao

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Many of you will have already read about the arms buildup in the Indian Ocean and the mounting tensions between US forces and Iran. About a week ago, Iran threatened to strike the island where the US was massing stealth bombers

Diego Garcia is a British-controlled island in the Indian Ocean that houses a strategic US-British military base. Located about 3,800 kilometers (2,360 miles) from Iran, the island is beyond the estimated range of Iran’s conventional ballistic missiles, which are believed to have a maximum range of approximately 2,000 kilometers (1,240 miles).

Iran’s state media added that Tehran would strike the Diego Garcia facility with ballistic missiles and suicide drones in response to any “hostile action by the US against the Iranian nation.” According to the reports, “Iran has the necessary weapons for such an attack from its own territory, including newer versions of the medium-range Khorramshahr missile and the Shahed-136B kamikaze drone, which has a range of 4,000 kilometers (2,485 miles).”

These statements follow the publication of recent satellite images over the weekend showing that the US strategic base in the Indian Ocean now hosts at least five B-2 strategic bombers. The deployment is part of increasing reports of a US military buildup in the region. Simultaneously, the military news site Defense News reported that the aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson has left Guam in the western Pacific and is headed to the area.

Since then, the United States has deployed a second aircraft carrier and its associated group to the area, bringing more than 50% of the total Stealth Bomber fleet to the region.

A LOT of us have a pretty well-established and well-justified “nothing ever happens” attitude when it comes to geopolitics. Mass Media organizations have demonstrated enormous willingness and proficiency in wielding reports of terrifying global developments to manipulate and control huge swaths of the population. In the smartphone and social media era they’ve really come a long way since the Bush Era instituted the color-coded Homeland Security Advisory System and advised us that under a yellow threat level it was okay to shop normally, but under orange and red threat levels we should do most of our shopping online.

The sophistication and effectiveness of “WAR IS COMING”, “RECESSION RECESSION RECESSION”, and “HOT PLAGUE-RIDDEN SINGLES IN YOUR AREA” propaganda makes a certain casual dismissal of advanced warning a psychological necessity for the dissident on the go, but the major media organizations seem to be displaying uncharacteristic restraint regarding the standoff over the island Diego Garcia and its reminiscence to the fictional Fernando Poo Incident.

Shit got real interesting today and so far mainstream sources are completely mum about it.

Back in October, when Iran/Israel tensions were at their highest, Iran launched 180 ballistic missiles at Israel.

Iran said the barrage was retaliation for a series of devastating blows Israel has landed in recent weeks against the Iran-backed militant group Hezbollah in Lebanon, which has been firing rockets into Israel since the war in Gaza began. Earlier Tuesday, Israel launched what it said is a limited ground incursion in southern Lebanon.

One week later there was an unusual and suspicious 4.5 magnitude earthquake in the Iranian dessert 100 miles southeast of Tehran. ZeroHedge.com reported on the possibility of this seismic signature matching an underground nuclear test better than it matched a real earthquake

The speculation that Iran carried out a nuclear test comes just days after the Heritage Foundation, a right-wing think tank in the US, published a report stating that “Iran can produce nuclear weapons far more rapidly than expected.”

Published on October 1st, the report noted that in late April 2024, a senior Iranian lawmaker stated that there is only a “one-week gap from the issuance of the order to the first test” of a nuclear bomb.

In May, an adviser to Iranian Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei warned that Iran may be forced to change its nuclear doctrine, which until now has called only for using nuclear technology for civilian purposes. “We have no decision to build a nuclear bomb, but should Iran’s existence be threatened, there will be no choice but to change our military doctrine,” Kamal Kharrazi stated.

The Heritage Foundation report added that in July, US Secretary of State Antony Blinken seemed to corroborate this claim when he stated that “instead of being at least a year away from having the breakout capacity of producing fissile material for a nuclear weapon, [Iran] is now probably one or two weeks away.”

The statements accompanied a significant increase in Iran’s stockpile of Uranium enriched to the 60 percent level between May and August 2024, according to a report by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA).

But that shit was half a year ago, and Israel’s been slaughtering their own population and invading their neighbors with seemingly total impunity. The “Nothing Ever Happens” set and their callus of justified skepticism has been right for the billionth time.

AND YET… there was another 4.5 magnitude earthquake in the Iranian dessert TODAY.

Geopolitics this decade has kinda taken on an “all bets are off” approach, and while traditional wisdom is that Iran doesn’t have nuclear bombs and even if they did, that they would never dare to use them, if anything does ever happen, SOMEBODY (maybe you!) will be in a world of shit.

Sound off like you got a pair!

– Freeman Tao

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I am going to keep this as brief as possible.

Misinformation is everywhere. Everyone knows this. What to do about it is a hotly contested topic. What strategies are appropriate? Who can or should be held responsible for creating it? For spreading it? Who CAN be responsible for combating it. How would they do that?

It is NOT just the crackpot bloggers who use misinformation to their advantage. Powerful people and organizations do it too. Corporations. Governments. NGOs. Intelligence agencies.

Which causes greater disruption; the organic misinformation that spreads in online and fringe circles when there are no official means to combat it? Or the large scale psy-ops of the alleged globalist “New World Order” seekers?

There has been a LOT of misinformation about Travis Mateer and the delicate legal situation that has him currently incarcerated in the Missoula County Jail. Before he went in he made me promise I wouldn’t reveal or discuss in detail the situation that he is court ordered not to write about on this blog. He made me promise not to name names – Not to lean into the underhanded attacks for which I am known and counted on…

I’m about to break that promise.

I cannot in good conscience continue as the executive editor of Zoomchron.com until you readers know the real truth. So I’m going to tell you.

Better yet. I’ll show you.

(A note to the more sensitive readers. This image may disturb you)

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So there it is… all out on the table. Travis’ skeletons… out of the closet.

Just to make sure I’m being completely clear, here it is from another perspective.

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Strange memories on this nervous night in Missoula Montana. Twenty-Five years later? Twenty-Four? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era – the kind of peak that never comes again. The World Trade Center in the early oughts was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or thermite or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant…

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time – and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights – or very early mornings – when I left the airfield half-crazy and, instead of practicing landing, aimed the big 767 like a lightning bolt across the George Washington Bridge at three hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket… Booming over Greenwich village, aiming at the buildings of Lower Manhattan, not quite sure which safety mechanisms to turn-off when I got to the other end (always stalling at the final bank, too twisted to find the rudder control while I prayed to Allah)… But being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that…

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Hudson, then up the Long Island Sound or down the turnpike to Jersey or Philly… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…

And that, I think, was the handle – that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting – on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…

So now, less than twenty-five years later, you can go up in a tall skyscraper in lower Manhattan and look East, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

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[Its no wonder Travis Mateer is such a disturbed individual… After all he’s been through. Consider donating to Travis’ Witty Initials Neutralizing Tasteless Or Wicked Essay Review Solicitation (TWIN TOWERS). He’d donate to your thing.]

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Peace be upon you

– Freeman Tao

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Its been pointed out that Travis’ readers are of an inherently suspicious nature, and Travis Mateer being of a fundamentally volatile nature, one might speculate that he actually formulated an elaborate alter ego. In order to quell such rumors before they get out of hand (and to humiliate any officers of the law or of the court who attempt to censor MY voice based on the conditions of Travis’ probation), here’s me with a copy of today’s newspaper (April 3rd, 2025).

Travis has been locked in the hole in the Missoula County Detention Facility since yesterday (April 2nd, 2025). As of the publication of this article, he’s still in there.

https://webapps.missoulacounty.us/jailroster/ChargesDetail.aspx?BookingNo=2IwURU12IbIPrsFiPvxRsN7whkU%3d

My name is Freeman Tao. I’m a totally different guy.

Thank you for your time and attention. Here’s a meme apropos of nothing.

Here’s the SAME meme… Again.

Hate is a virtue.

– Freeman Tao

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