Month: August 2025

A man approaches another man in a bar and calls him a “woke faggot”. Instead of immediately reacting to the clear provocation, the alleged woke faggot laughs and asks the man to clarify what he means while getting out his phone to record the interaction. Not wanting to be filmed by an alleged woke faggot, the man objects, then swings with intoxicated inaccuracy. At this point the Veteran who has served his country serves this man a quick response that puts him in his place. The bartender tells BOTH men to leave, and they do.

Now, who do you think the cops will end up bruising and tasing with excessive force? The drunk provocateur, or the other party? In Missoula, if “the other party” is someone detested by local authorities, like Brandon Bryant apparently is, the drunk has nothing to worry about.

I can’t say the same for Brandon Bryant.

To better understand how Bryant got roughed up, including injuries to his shoulder and forearm that exacerbated a previous service-related injury, you have to understand the most important component of interacting with police, and that’s fear.

Your fear?

No, THEIR fear.

Before members of the Missoula Police Department used excessive force, two critical things happened. First, an officer expressed familiarity with Brandon Bryant, and second, another officer expressed FEAR regarding Brandon Bryant’s staff. This is the same kind of weaponized fear used by the Missoula County Sheriff’s Officer to justify murdering Johnny Lee Perry.

After visiting Bryant in the emergency room of St. Pats to document his injuries I biked to the XXXX’s at North Higgins where musicians have been performing for years under the name Noise Complaint. This revolving group of noise makers even got a mention earlier this year in The Pulp:

Over the years, many of my favorite Missoula musical memories have been shaped not by big-name touring acts, but by fun, strange and decidedly unpretentious performances from homegrown artists, often in unconventional spaces. Anyone who has attended — or inadvertently wandered past — the cacophonous Friday night maelstrom at the north end of Higgins Avenue known as Noise Complaint, for instance, can attest to its exuberant and inclusive spirit. The joys of Rock Lotto, or DIY festivals like Microfest, I think, come primarily from the sense of community that those events bolster.

Yes, there IS a sense of community bolstered by knowing Friday evenings feature unpretentious music making for free, but that community got a BIG wake up call less than 24 hours after the Bryant beat-down when cops rolled up and issued citations for being too noisy.

I wasn’t there when the cops arrived, but I biked my ass down there ASAP when I heard what happened, arriving just in time to see the most mild-mannered (and definitely blackest) member of the group packing up his piano. Not only did Marcus get a citation, the cops ALSO took his amp!

How loud was Noise Complaint (before 10pm) when cops ticketed multiple people for allegedly violating the municipal ordinance? For context, here’s the breakdown of how local authoritarians should be determining what too loud means:

And this is what an authoritarian vibrator looks like:

Did our local authoritarians have their little vibrator with them to, you know, gather something called EVIDENCE that a violation was occurring before acting like a bunch of punk-ass thugs and STEALING a black man’s amplifier? No, they did not.

Back in 2021 an effort to make loud noises disappear from parks without a $48 dollar permit did NOT win enthusiastic support from locals. Then, four years later, cops figured allowing Karen to rent a noise meter from the library was a good idea.

The Missoula Police Department is offering a new solution for residents dealing with noise issues in their neighborhood.

In partnership with the Missoula Public Library, the department is providing noise decibel readers to help residents measure sound levels. This initiative aims to assist those experiencing ongoing noise complaints.

Residents can check out a noise decibel reader from the library, just like a book. The devices are easy to use and come with instructions.

By using these readers, residents can track noise levels and provide accurate information when filing a complaint.

If the cops weren’t serious about doing their due diligence to gather evidence, which a simple decibel meter could have provided, then what was the point of issuing citations? Could there be a larger strategy at play here with more targets than just subversive musicians and anti-war whistleblowers?

Stay tuned, thanks to the heavy hand of law enforcement, things look like they are about to get REAL interesting.

Thanks for reading!

Below is a brief video clip of an alleged interaction between Missoula Police and Brandon Bryant, the former drone operator and whistleblower who I just wrote about on Monday.

The location of this fine example of protecting and serving is the public sidewalk in front of Charlie B’s. As for other details, I’m going to hold off until I do some digging.

Don’t worry, citizens of Zoom Town, as long as you don’t carry a big stick, I’m sure you’ll be fine this Labor Day Weekend.

As youth with discretionary concert money return to Missoula, the barely relevant “news” platform, The Pulp, published a piece of figurative fellatio for Nick Checota and his aggressive reshaping of the local music scene. If you’re NOT turned on by the sound of loud slurping, I suggest a read because this is the kind of fawning veneration that will be put forward as official history when all is said and done.

Is there any mention of Checota’s failed bid to use public TIF money for a Convention Center? No. How about the millions in Federal Covid money that Tester helped Checota secure to save his cratered business model? Nope. Instead the term GENIUS is used. No, I’m not kidding.

Here’s the author talking about Missoula’s alleged “golden era” and the “genius” of Checota’s vertical integration.

In many ways, those first years after the KettleHouse Amphitheater hit the scene were a golden era. We could go to an intimate show at a beautiful downtown theater one night and watch a major band on the banks of the Blackfoot River the next. And thanks to Checota’s unique (and, it could be said, genius) vertical integration, we could have dinner at a top-rated club and catch a shuttle out to the amphitheater all in one go. We could even pick up our tickets in person at the Top Hat’s historic ticket window. And those tickets were (gasp) affordable.

For those who are more visually inclined, here’s the visual equivalent of reading this pulp article:

While the local reporter failed to get a response from Herr Checota, she was able to note how CNN did NOT fail in this regard as Missoula’s local music scene got national attention, which I wrote about here.

In that piece I made fun of the guy heavily quoted for being a nice little compliant MRA asset, so it’s only fair I do the same for Grace Decker, the DSA shill at a local non-profit I’m legally forbidden to write about because, like the medical freedom Decker sought to destroy, locally, during the pandemic, things like the Constitution no longer apply to the targets of lawfare.

With that context in mind, here’s the hollow lament from Decker that her musician friends have to move away, but delivered only after her “excitement” is presented to give a positive spin to the criticism:

Decker says she’s excited about what Checota and Logjam did with the Wilma, and the great acts that come through there on the regular. “But the Top Hat was this storied place, and now it doesn’t even have music anymore. It’s just another upscale downtown restaurant. It’s a loss.”

Decker says she’s been worried about her musician friends moving away from Missoula now because they can’t make it work. We’re no longer the same town in which people could build dreams in their low-rent basements working blue-collar jobs.

For even MORE context, back in December of 2023, I wrote about The Pulp AND Grace Decker, so just click this link and you will find even more links that exemplify how I track local influencers. It’s why so many people hate and detest the work I’m doing here.

Speaking of Socialists, a very funny op-ed can be read at Martin “Gomer” Kidston’s Missoula Current, the online news rag that impugned me with zero accountability in 2023. Here’s how one group of manipulative politicians are depicting two other members of their “horseshoe” for allegedly lying:

The Missoula City Council primary election is September 9. Unfortunately some candidates from the local Democratic Socialist Party are spreading lies and negativity in their messaging.

In Ward 3, candidate Daniel Carlino has pushed out texts to Missoulians in the last few days stating: “Now corporate PACs and right-wing interests are targeting me and my seat. Trump backed billionaires are pouring money into halting our movement,” and “It’s not just corporate PACs and right-wing extremists, the Israel lobby is targeting me and my seat.”

None of this is true. It is a lie to broadcast these claims. In fact, all donations listed by all candidates in these races are from individuals. Corporate PACs and right-wing interests? Nope. And how and where is the “Israel lobby” targeting Mr. Carlino? It’s nowhere in the candidate’s financial reports, nor in reality. For Mr. Carlino to text these claims goes directly to his integrity. These are low blows and not true.

Is it true that none of these claims are true? If true, man, what a dumpster fire shit-show of socialist left and corporate left doing a Tango with only left feet. Maybe they should take lessons from my ex-wife and her CrossFit boyfriend so that ALL the cucks of Missoula (read regular citizens who can’t afford amphitheater tickets) can at least get a decent show.

Thanks for reading!

While conservatives might not like the idea that they engage in the same kind of cancel-culture bullshit that the left does, the cancellation of a music festival in Victor is a perfect example of how something seemingly sacrosanct to conservatives, like property rights, actually isn’t when push comes to shove.

Here’s a local news report about how locals successfully intimidated the music organizer into cancelling the festival he turned his back on college for:

The event became controversial after venue neighbors called the venue, known as The Property, and petitioned to have the festival relocated. Organizers of the event said there were threats of possible legal action, though one neighbor said there were no such threats, just questions they say went unanswered.

Event organizer Ivan Gallego said after a neighbor went to the festival grounds, Stuart Draper “harassed” the property manager and event vendors, he had to look for other event venues to host the festival, but was unable to do so weeks before the event was scheduled.

“We’ve exhausted our options,” Gallego said.

Draper said he asked Gallego questions about the logistics of the festival, like what kind of insurance he secured and whether there was an adequate water supply. Draper and other neighbors started a petition to get the event moved to an “appropriate venue.” He said the petition received 145 signatures.

“We’re not looking to bash either one of these guys,” Draper said of Gallego and the property owner. “If asking questions is harassing, then I guess the entire neighborhood and myself are guilty of that.”

See how quickly property rights fly out the window? I wonder if these neighbors would have the same reaction if this was a blue grass festival for Mormon weirdos who live in this part of Montana, called something like the SISTER WIFE HOE DOWN. Would they “ask questions” of their polygamous Pinedale neighbors in that situation?

When a splinter group of Mormon fundamentalists founded the town of Pinesdale more than 60 years ago, the hundreds of acres in the Bitterroot Valley were seen as a secluded haven, a place where its followers could live communally and practice polygamy without interference from the predominant church in Utah or the laws of Montana.

Over time, those followers built their homes, their school and their church, all on land owned by the breakaway group, the Utah-based Apostolic United Brethren. The expectation was that the members’ tithing and energy would benefit the church and the community.

Yep, the people have spoken, and only SOME weirdo shit is ok in the Bitterroot Valley when it comes to what you do on your own property.

To conclude this post, here’s a new poem song I’m working on. If you hate and would like to cancel me for it, get in line!

Thanks for reading!

Did you know that this proud mountain town–a town that considers itself so ahead of the curve with its forward progressive thinking–can’t water trees without MRA tax money?

While this statement seems too stupid to be true, it actually is, with the first indication that Missoula was so dysfunctional it would rather spend money on SIGNS begging the public to water trees than do something less patently absurd.

When KPAX covered this tree-watering-begging-campaign by the city to compel citizens to water its trees, I included this amazing inability by city leaders in this post about worthless Sheriffs and worthless virtue-signalers.

Well, now that MRA is getting involved, this story has just gotten even MORE offensive, especially considering property owners are still adjusting their orifices to the latest tax strap-on the city puts on this time of year.

Street trees funded by the Missoula Redevelopment Agency in conjunction with various projects may get a better chance at thriving under a contract the agency established with Parks and Recreation.

Under the agreement approved last week, MRA will pay the parks department $1,000 to store, install and care for a tree after planting for a period of two years. 

Public Works and Mobility has also contracted with parks to care for the trees associated with its projects.

Now, let’s address the City Council member I had a nice little chat with on Saturday about weaponized restraining orders, Legos, and the option of cutting my dick off.

If Kristen Jordan read past the headlines where her name has appeared, like this one, then she wouldn’t have been busted in a lie. Another way of avoiding getting busted telling lies is NOT TO LIE IN THE FIRST PLACE, which, I’ll remind Jordan, is a better option than the one she offered when I explained how the civil process of defending oneself from an order of protection can easily be weaponized when just having a male appendage feels like a mark against you.

“You can always cut it off,” Kristen Jordan quickly replied, referring of course to my penis.

When I leaned closer to quietly counter the slanderous falsehoods Jordan has spread about me, her first response was a categorical denial that she had “heard” the accusations that she, herself, has made. When I told Jordan I had the text, her response wasn’t to deny that she had sent it, but to ask my how I had gotten it.

“I have good sources,” I told her. Was this before or after I explained why I now considered Kristen Jordan to be a Socialist psyop? I can’t recall. Perhaps I was too flustered with the unprofessional rhetoric about my cock.

Anyways, the committee that includes Parks and Rec will be meeting tomorrow to say YES to spending a couple hundred grand on trailheads. Thank goodness CONCRETE doesn’t need watering!

If I have the time and temperament, maybe I’ll call in a public comment about how amazing it is that something so simple is made so damn difficult by so many seemingly NOT retarded public officials. Or maybe I’ll find something more constructive to do, like work on the book outline I wrote up yesterday about something I’m calling The Great JuBu Karma Con, so stay tuned!

And, as always, thanks for reading! (even you, Kristen)