Is Missoula County Sheriff, Jeremiah Petersen, an Iranian sleeper cell agent? Is that why he’s been so quiet since running un-opposed for the job of Missoula County Sheriff?
When the Los Angeles County Sheriff directed its collective heart-felt feelings toward Iran, loyalties were suddenly in question. Thankfully, the Sheriff in LA did the right thing by retroactively self-censoring itself because, you know, war.
The Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department on Sunday deleted and apologized for a post on X that expressed sympathy for “the victims and families impacted” after American strikes on three Iranian nuclear targets this weekend.
The Sheriff’s Department removed the line from similar posts on Facebook and Instagram, saying in the edited posts that “Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department is closely monitoring the situation overseas alongside our local, state, and federal partners.”
In the original post, according to a screenshot by the local TV news station KTLA, the department said “Our hearts go out to the victims and the families impacted by the recent bombings in Iran.”
What about YOU, Jeremiah? Are you “closely monitoring” the Iranian situation while your office quickly and competently processes the dead body of another women this town briefly pretended to care about before moving on to the next shiny object?
Authorities have identified human remains that were found on May 18 in the Upper Rattlesnake area.
Missoula County Sheriff Jeremiah Petersen says the remains found were those of 42-year-old Nicole Heimer of Missoula.
Heimer was reported missing on April 22, and her vehicle was seen at the Sawmill Gulch trailhead.
How could our Sheriff potentially aid and abed Iran’s clear desire to obliterate the world with a nuclear holocaust, which has been an imminent reality for a few decades now? Could he put eyes on the tech-bros as they convened in relative isolation in Peter Thiel’s “timber fortress” at Paws Up north of Missoula?
While I did my best to report how global events may be getting shaped in our own backyard, maybe I should have used the term TIMBER FORTRESS, like this dude did in his reporting.
Under the shadow of the Bitterroot Mountains in Montana, far from the Capitol’s chaos and cable news drones, Elon Musk descended upon Peter Thiel’s secretive annual Symposium. Fresh from his spectacular political divorce with Donald Trump, Musk arrived embattled but undeterred, already plotting his next move. As his aircraft touched down, Musk’s thoughts drifted briefly to his father’s ranch—early mornings filled with the crisp scent of jacarandas, a world now lost to him.
Trump had yanked Jared Isaacman, Musk’s close ally and would-be NASA chief, from contention, effectively severing their uneasy partnership. Musk had felt the betrayal sharply, the wound deeper than politics or pride. In retaliation, he had launched a media and backchannel barrage that caught Trump off guard, shaking the foundations of their tech-populist alliance.
The fallout was swift. Liberals loathed him. MAGA turned on him. Tesla sales cratered. And The Underground Hyperloop, Musk’s techno-mythical tale of escape from white genocide to planetary salvation, seemed destined never to see print.
Yet Musk was far from empty-handed. He held the crown jewel of 21st-century cyber-power: a Starlink mesh network deeply embedded in the infrastructure of every significant U.S. federal agency—including the White House itself. Installed by DOGE under the guise of national security, the system had been green-lit by the Trump administration despite stark warnings from internal cybersecurity experts. Musk had foreseen this day when political tides would turn and Putin would remain desperate due to Trump’s failure to fix Ukraine for him, leaving only one viable global customer.
Inside Thiel’s luxurious timber fortress at Paws Up, lit softly by a roaring fire, the conversation shifted subtly from revenge toward strategy. Palantir, Thiel’s surveillance colossus, had navigated federal corridors through traditional maneuvers: contracts, subtle favors, and carefully measured threats. Yet Musk’s Starlink had bypassed that meticulous dance entirely. It was already within.
“The data,” Thiel murmured, swirling a crystalline glass of Wyoming whiskey, “are leverage incarnate. Xi understands leverage better than Washington ever will.”
Musk nodded silently, shadows of exhaustion tracing his features. He had arrived in Montana burdened by doubts, but now clarity and renewed ambition began to sharpen within him.
No, spying on tech-bros is more the territory of Mossad, or perhaps my new CIA pal, Mr. Nobody. What I think our Sheriff would be better suited for is NOT investigating all the suspicious deaths that keep happening because he knows those deaths are people being targeted, hunted, and killed for a variety of reasons, but mostly sport. I’m sure there’s money to be made on the revenue from the dark-web livestream, though.
Do you get a cut of that money, Jeremiah? Maybe if I break the case the CIA will hire me and I can finally stop washing dishes for an hourly wage. Until then, I’ll be vigorously auditioning and encoring any wayward youth that the only answer for them now is to prepare to die for our ZOG!
Thanks for reading.