When power promotes public/private partnerships it’s pretty normal to find pigs at the trough who like to invite their piglet family to eat with them, but that doesn’t make it right. It’s also important to understand that some of these hogs can be downright feral in how they go about protecting their positions at the trough.
For example, let’s say you pissed off city attorneys who you once worked alongside at the invitation-only Mayor’s Downtown Advisory Commission, which was my privileged role for a few years with Missoula city attorney, Keithi Worthington, before she acted on behalf of some very troubled and influential individuals to lay the foundation for the lawfare that’s derailed much of my pre-2023 work exposing what power has done to this town.
For a taste of the players back then who worked on important issues, like trying to convince the owner of Wordens at the time to sell less booze to street people if he was intent on filming the violent result for local media in order to and complain about it, here’s a screen-shot of some 2014 minutes:
This list is now quite entertaining for me to review. Sue Wilkins runs the “non-profit” operating misdemeanor supervision, where I peed in cups on demand. Ginny will proudly reference her provenance when crossed. Eran Pehan got a cushy job and a title made just for her, while Michael Moore failed to do the “coordinated entry” requirement for four years under the “supervision” of Susan Hay Patrick, who I was forbidden to write about for six months while peeing in cups to be analyzed for where all my fucks went in talking so openly about such sad and defensive individuals.
After all that time it’s been determined illegal narcotics have NOT been at the core of my critical loss-of-fucks sustained from taking in too much bullshit from too many compromised people in this vast protection racket that begins with one of my favorite topics: NARRATIVE CONTROL!
And what else has power done to Missoula?
It’s not just shady TIF handouts to the Lambros clan before they flipped the mall, or TIF money going to Stockmans Bank because, you know, times were tough for banks back then. And it’s not just the football player developer about to drive a stake into the heart of the Hip Strip with a waterfront abomination as the Parking Commission Nazis bide their time with their metered parking scam.
No, it’s the history you don’t know about because bullshit Copper King newspapers became bullshit MOCKINGBIRD CIA newspapers with the help of “former” CIA men, like John Talbot, who get a funny little plaque at the journalism building above a trash can I make a point to use every time I stop by campus to harass those stupid smart people with whiffs of reality.
I don’t always get relationships in the power circles right–like whatever the Reineking are to each other as they collect art and one of them says YEAH to any dumbass use of public money that comes their way, like grass on the roof of the trillion dollar library–but that’s not what worries me. No, it’s the stuff I’m not wrong about that worries me, like how deeply the CIA got up the ass of smokejumpers here in Missoula during their quiet take-over of America that culminated in the piece of shit Dulles brothers helping the nation we can’t talk about take out a president, then gaslight another president to keep the public dumb and docile about what kind of power REALLY runs America (my book will be making the case about where power resides, and how far back the infiltration goes).
When Elon Musk, Peter Thier, and Sam Altman arrive in Missoula—like they did in June for the Founder’s Fund glamp-fest at Paws Up Ranch—is it relevant to point out how a granddaughter of that former CIA man works as a lawyer sits on the Missoula Airport Authority board? The same airport authority overseeing the building a special lounge JUST for Paws Up customers?
And is it relevant to speculate how convenient it might be, when it comes to controlling narratives, for the progeny of this CIA man to be married to the lead civil attorney for Missoula, a man who shares the load with Keithi Worthington?
It’s already funny enough that Pete Talbot, the CIA man’s son, continues hate-reading this blog to catch the kind of mistakes my solo blogging effort does produce from time to time, and it gets even funnier when you see pictures, like the one below from the Missoulian (where Daddy worked), showing Pete’s sweaty little hands on some local ballots. Isn’t that hilarious?
It’s true I’ve been less diligent here with my focus because my focus has been predominantly on the book I assembled a first draft of in 59 days and which tells a more detailed story about how far back the worrisome infiltration started happening, and how organizations like the CIA, in more modern times, have collectively slithered some very nasty and anti-democratic tentacles into some very dark and disturbing places, thus making it possible for local power to become so out of control and arrogant, the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office acted like they could murder Sean Stevenson and Johnny Lee Perry without any serious repercussions.
So far they aren’t really wrong, but later today my interview will be airing in Boston, where a reporter got interested enough about a serial killer’s time in Missoula to reach out and ask me questions about it, and for that I’m deeply appreciative. The amount of “accidental deaths” we are being told as a community to accept is bullshit, and more and more people around town seem to be talking about it. That’s why my co-worker’s suspicious death was actually treated like a homicide and not the accident other suspicious deaths have been immediately dismissed as.
I’m going to leave it there, for now, but if anyone wants to start digging into a very interesting individual, this Slate article about Leslie Fiedler is a good place to start.
Thanks for reading!
