Author: Travis Mateer

Today I’m going to reference several nurses and one celebrated male incel shooter as I provide some historical context on the cultural shift underway after the Lindsay Clancy mistrial was declared last week.

The claims now flying in the court of public opinion from members of the jury frame the “very arrogant” rogue holdout as being impervious to what anybody had to say, including nurses serving on the jury.

Female jurors from the Lindsay Clancy trial criticized the lone male juror who opposed a not-guilty-by-reason-of-insanity verdict.

One juror said:

“He was very arrogant. He really didn’t take anything that anybody said.”

She claimed he disregarded information provided by nurses serving on the jury.

Another juror said:

“He admitted he had reasonable doubt, and I started filling out the forms. I was so excited.”

She added that he later said:

“But I’m still not gonna say that she’s not guilty by reason of insanity.”

A third juror questioned whether he should be described as “rogue” but acknowledged the frustration inside the deliberation room.

So a nurse serving on the jury in a case where the defendant was also a nurse? Maybe we should learn more about the experiences of nurses and how they handle conflict in the workplace.

As surprising as it may be, healthcare professionals don’t always treat each other with kindness and respect. In fact, research suggests that lateral violence in healthcare is a serious issue. Also referred to as horizontal violence or bullying, lateral violence is defined as non-physical, aggressive, hostile, and/or harmful behavior between coworkers. While individual acts of lateral violence can appear relatively harmless, they create a toxic environment that takes a toll on employees’ morale, hindering the success of the healthcare institutions for which they work.

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While anyone can engage in lateral violence, it is typically perpetrated by individuals who view themselves as superior to other members of their team. Organizational managers and directors are the most frequent perpetrators of lateral violence against nurses, making it difficult for lower-level nurses particularly, to report their abuse. However, nurses with the same job title also commit lateral violence against their peers. In these cases, it is typically the seasoned nurses who victimize those who are new to the profession or new to their organization.

For anyone who remembers the Ken Kesey novel, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Nurse Ratched wasn’t known for her nurturing bedside manner. Instead, this is how the Wikipedia entry describes her:

Nurse Ratched is the head administrative nurse at the Salem State Hospital, a mental institution where she exercises near-absolute power over the patients’ access to medications, privileges, and basic necessities such as food and toiletries. She capriciously revokes these privileges whenever a patient displeases her. Her superiors turn a blind eye because she maintains order, keeping the patients from acting out, either through antipsychotic and anticonvulsant drugs or her own brand of psychotherapy, which consists mostly of humiliating patients into doing her bidding. Her tyrannical rule and her cruel personality stem from her time as an army nurse during World War II.

Nurse Ratched is just a fictional character, one might say, so why bring up a fictional character as an example when the REAL nurses on the jury were just trying to convey their expertise to the arrogant holdout who weirdly thought the premeditated murder of three innocent children should lead to some sort of punishment instead of sparking a solidarity movement because so many women apparently also want to murder their children.

So, what could be wrong about bringing the nursing expertise into the jury room?

The incel shooter I mentioned at the beginning of this post is worth bringing into our examination of nursing because there’s a strange irony lurking in his backstory that isn’t included in the movie version of what happened in Montreal in 1989 at the engineering school he shot up.

Since Hollywood’s hottest director, Denis Villeneuve, didn’t think the killer’s backstory helped develop his admittedly feminine-centric worldview, I emphasized the elements of the shooter’s backstory that I found relevant for a podcast episode (not out yet) I recorded Monday with Thomas from PsyOp Cinema.

After the divorce became final in 1976, the Lépine children, then aged 12 and 9, returned to live with their mother, who had been promoted to director of nursing at a Montreal hospital. In 1977 the family moved to a house purchased in the middle-class Montreal suburb of Pierrefonds. Gamil attended junior high and high school, where he was described as a quiet student who obtained average to above average marks. He developed a close friendship with another boy, but he did not fit in with other students. Taunted as an Arab because of his name, as a teenager he legally changed it to “Marc Lépine”, citing his hatred of his father as the reason for taking his mother’s surname. Lépine was uncommunicative and showed little emotion. He suffered from low self-esteem, exacerbated by his chronic acne. Family relations remained difficult as his younger sister Nadia publicly humiliated him about his acne and his lack of girlfriends. Lépine fantasized about her death, and on one occasion made a mock grave for her. He was overjoyed when in 1981 she was placed in a group home because of her delinquent behaviour and drug abuse.

Seeking a good male role model for Lépine, his mother arranged for a Big Brother. For two years, the experience proved positive as Lépine, often with his best friend, enjoyed the time with photography and moto-cross motorcycles. However, in 1979, the meetings ceased abruptly when the Big Brother was detained on suspicion of molesting young boys. Both Lépine and his Big Brother denied that any molestation had occurred.

Instead of having any of this narrative sully the director’s vision for bringing this shooting to the Big Screen, it’s totally omitted so the female survivor can say this about her unborn child at the end:

“…if I have a boy, I will teach him how to love; if I have a girl, I will tell her the world is hers”

Human babies enter this world with no concept of gender–that’s formed culturally by mothers AND fathers as a baby matures–so if understanding where things go wrong is something we, as a society, actually want to do, we can’t keep doing what we are doing, as a society.

Put more simply, let’s make Nurse Ratched fiction again!

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I have a unique take on the recent “AI Summit” at the University of Montana, which was reported to be a flop for young people in attendance, according to this Missoulian article:

Students at the University of Montana didn’t exactly seem excited about the promise of artificial intelligence at the Montana AI Summit this week.

Even the summit organizers acknowledged as much, posting a note to the event’s website on Thursday that admitted the summit’s panels and presentations weren’t relevant to everyone in the audience.

“Some sessions went over people’s heads. Others were too basic for people already building. A few sounded like a pitch when a small business owner needed something they could use Monday morning,” the note read. “We heard that. We’ll do better next time.”

After reading the article, then comparing the Missoulian’s report with what was reported to me by my source in attendance (who said similar things about the age gap and missing enthusiasm), I’ve got a theory about why a similar summit on campus in January had a better vibe:

That wariness stood in contrast to the mood at a similar panel in January, where students seemed more open to the new technology.

At this week’s summit, energy and excitement about the possibilities of AI were notably absent among students at the university-hosted event. 

Could something be getting lost in translation between the rhetoric of technology being a useful tool, and the actual application of it in people’s lives? Maybe it has something to do with the apparent campaign to say DATA CENTER BAD? Is that what this comment from Jason Neiffer is implying by referencing “bullies”?

“I think right now there is a lot of bullying of people that use AI a lot, or there’s an immediate question of the output,” he said. “I think that should always be, especially if we’re talking about professional output, a judgment of the quality of something, and not the onus of which it was created.”

Jobs in education are tough, he said, and if there’s a place for educators to use these tool sets, “we absolutely should.”

Before I pivot to Buddhism in order to speculate why someone from a Buddhist retreat center would be attending an AI Summit, here’s how one of those young people framed the problematic “roll-out” of AI:

Grace Smith, who is also a Game Design graduate student, said the way AI has been rolled out, being integrated into many digital products automatically, has also impacted the public’s perception of AI as a tool.

“There’s almost a sour taste in young people’s mouths because of that — being forced to use something, versus being given a toolkit and the options, are way different,” she said.

Coercion isn’t a good strategy for integrating AI into every facet of our lives for the same reason coercion isn’t an effective means of forcing a religious conversion, but if someone WANTS to seek out new methods of achieving balance and peace in their lives, like using a meditation app, then why not empower them to do so?

There are now thousands of meditation apps available worldwide, the top 10 of which have been collectively downloaded more than 300 million times. What’s more, early work on these digital meditation platforms shows that even relatively brief usage can lead to benefits, from reduced depression, anxiety, and stress to improved insomnia symptoms.

“Meditation apps, such as Calm and Headspace, have been enormously popular in the commercial market,” said J. David Creswell, a health psychologist at Carnegie Mellon University and lead author of a review paper on meditation apps, published today in the journal American Psychologist. “What they’re doing now is not only engaging millions of users every day, but they’re also creating new scientific opportunities and challenges.”

The connection between technology, spirituality, and the billionaire class was mockingly framed in a movie called Mountainhead. In this “fictional” depiction of tech billionaires hanging out at an alpine estate in the mountains, Jason Schwartzman’s character is the poorest of the friends, and he annoys them by constantly pitching his meditation app.

Hmmm.

The poorest of them all is Soups (Jason Schwartzman), the owner of a meditation app. His net worth is a mere five hundred million, a soup-kitchen-level poverty in the realm of billionaires (thus the nickname, Soups). Jesse Armstrong has a talent for exploring the pecking order of the rich, and I was reminded of a Succession episode where a character described an income of five million dollars as a nightmare: “Can’t retire, not worth it to work.” Here Armstrong turbocharges the same sensibility applied to a different fractal space. The numbers are different, but the dynamic is the same. Soups can’t crack the b-nut — that is, raise a billion dollars for his app — and it gnaws him.

With all this in mind, let’s take a closer look at the Namchak Foundation, since someone from Namchak thought the AI Summit was a useful summit to attend for Buddhists teaching non-attachment to the material world.

Long time readers of this blog might recognize “Lama Tsomo” as Linda Pritzker, the Buddhist LARPer who helped inspire my decision to write a book I’m calling The Great JuBu Karma Con: How A Judaic/Buddhist Death Pact Took Root In Big Sky Country. Now, let’s take a look at how the person behind the Buddha Garden in Arlee, Montana, is pushing her new retreat center near Hot Springs.

If you ask ME, the Dalai Lama is always smiling because he gets CIA money and can therefore suck boy-tongue anytime he wants without consequence. That’s why the 990 form connection to the “Academy for Love of Learning” is so concerning to me.

The late Gloria Steinem connects to the Epstein network through her relationship with Stanley Pottinger, a relationship described in detail by Johnny Vedmore on the Monica Perez show.

It’s no secret Jeffrey Epstein had two major centers of operations (among others) in New Mexico and Manhattan, so isn’t it interesting that the Academy for Love of Learning is based in Santa Fe, with a “below market” apartment in Manhattan?

Coincidence?

It’s also no secret that the “Pritzker” name is ALL OVER the Epstein files, with deep ties to the Chicago/Democrat/Obama political machine, which heavily influences Democrats here in Montana, especially those residing in Missoula. Is this why Missoula became a safe space for an Epstein-adjacent, Berlin-born banker by the name of Klaus von Stutterheim?

The influence of Judaic thought, along with an occult branch of spiritualism known as “Theosophy”, on modern Buddhism is also important to consider, since it goes back to the religious showdown at the 1893 Chicago World Fair, which I cover in detail in my book. I also just recently made the connection between the President of that time period, Grover Cleveland, and Montana’s Russ Cleveland, who is currently pitching Initiative 194 to get “dark money” out of politics.

Interesting.

For additional context on the Epstein network’s appreciation for Buddhism and Tibet, here are some relevant files from my cursory DOJ search:

To wrap up today’s post, allow me to piggyback on the words of Chief AI Officer and Deputy Chief Information Officer, Christopher Tarabochia, who is quoted in the Missoulian article saying this:

“At the end of the day, we’re on a learning journey together,” he said. “By no surprise, these things are called large language models. … Maybe we’re actually learning a new language.”

If we humans were simply “learning a new language” then nothing would be proprietary about how that language is interfacing with human minds and human-built systems, but that’s not the case. Instead, what I think we are seeing is a new form of eugenics intended to cull the human herd for the long-term benefit of a psychopath class actively seeking to become TRANShuman.

I hope the karma-peddling JuBu spiritualists prove me wrong.

In the spirit of enhancing this learning journey we’re all on, my final educational data point about Namchak is what the name means (hat-tip to the source who put this data point on my radar, because I think it’s significant):

If you know, you know.

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The survivor in this AI-rendered image wasn’t receiving a medal in the real version of this picture because, even if I had a survivor medal to give him, I doubt Dale would accept it.

But he deserves one.

While I knew Dale was a tough bastard who spent time on the streets of Missoula after coming to Big Sky country from Orlando, what I did not know about Dale was how he refused direct orders in 1975 amidst the chaos of American troops exiting Vietnam.

“We were ordered to leave the kids behind,” Dale told me, referring to young orphans at an Vietnamese orphanage. “But we knew what would happen to them if we did–the kids would be raped, murdered, decapitated, and their heads would be put on wood spikes, so we pooled our money and paid some helicopter pilots to evacuate them.”

For saving children from a horrific fate, Dale and the other soldiers who refused direct orders were demoted a rank. Now Dale deeply despises the US military, which is why he never sought out the VA benefits he’s owed.

Dale’s father had a VERY short career playing baseball for the Phillies before the war. “Look him up,” Dale said, so I did.

Dale Eldon “Nubs” Jones (December 17, 1918 – November 8, 1980) was an American Major League Baseball (MLB) pitcher. Jones played in two games for the Philadelphia Phillies in 1941. His only decision occurred in an 8–6 loss to the New York Giants on September 23, 1941.

During World War II, Jones served in the United States Navy in the Pacific. He died on November 8, 1980, and is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

Dale also wanted me to look up an old actor with the same name, since Dale Robertson was a family friend and threw one hell of a wake for his Dad.

Dayle Lymoine Robertson (July 14, 1923 – February 26, 2013) was an American actor best known for his starring roles on television. He played the roving investigator Jim Hardie in the television series Tales of Wells Fargo and railroad owner Ben Calhoun in Iron Horse. He often was presented as a deceptively thoughtful and modest Western hero. From 1968 to 1970, Robertson was the fourth and final host of the anthology series Death Valley Days. Described by Time magazine in 1959 as “probably the best horseman on television”, for most of his career, Robertson played in Western films and television shows—well over 60 titles in all.

The more recent data point I learned about Dale, though, is interesting when you consider our cultural moment with the Lindsey Clancy mistrial.

Dale was a juror for the Beau Donaldson rape case, which, for those who don’t know, was a pretty big deal for this little college mountain town, though an outsider who read the book ten years later asked on Reddit recently…where’s the impact?

If/when my book comes out, I put Kirsten Pabst’s post-Krakauer career into the context it deserves, using her own words and national efforts to re-cast prosecutors into victims of vicarious trauma to show how the lessons learned locally were all about CONTROLLING NARRATIVES in order to prevent local authority from ever experiencing the terror of actual exposure, especially the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office–an entity never closely scrutinized by the Federal investigation that ensued.

The cultural influence of the University, and the unintended consequence of killing the humanities program on campus, is something I will be writing about soon from a very interesting angle because I want to document some of my most recent research for an interview I have scheduled later this week. More on that later.

Returning to Reddit, according to an anonymous commenter on the above Reddit thread, it was someone working at the University who blew the whistle on UM’s rape culture. Here’s the comment:

Another anonymous commenter framed the impacts like this:

Four months ago, when this Reddit thread was first posted, we had yet to see the modern American woman’s ability to identify with a mother who methodically murders her own three children, but here we are. No wonder a hero like Dale goes unrecognized in the community he’s chosen to live out the remaining years of his life.

As timing would have it, I’ll be recording a conversation later today about the career of Denis Villeneuve and how his early movies, like Prisoners, is part of a larger cultural agenda to re-cast the mythic narrative of “the west” by, in part, redefining what masculinity means, like showing how a prepper father ready to protect his family for any natural disaster finds himself (spoiler) in a race against time to save his kidnapped daughter from a woman who kills children as a means of waging a war against God.

If you appreciate the unprofitable LABOR involved in bringing local stories to a local audience (which the online Reddit crowd appears to be hungry for) please consider donating to my new GoFundMe page. Any little bit helps.

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Starting today I’m showing readers over at my Substack how a pattern-recognizing Virgo Earth Horse like myself is handling the year of the Fire Horse, so check it out.

I have about 250 pages of unpublished research I’ve compiled since the start of this year to edit, revise, and publish as I beat the figurative dead horse and expose the creative output of David Lynch for what it is: a confession.

The fishing metaphor is an apt one to use when it comes to understanding those who mimic natural processes in order to conceal the dangerous hook used to catch you.

Fly-fishing appears prominently in season 2 of Twin Peaks when Agent Dale Cooper suggests he might buy some land and retire to this idyllic fictional town with heavy undertones of Missoula, where fly-fishing has been deeply encoded into this town’s cultural identity thanks to Norman Maclean.

But that’s just the surface of things, where thin screens mediate shallow engagements with reality. If you want to go deeper, just start getting curious about the data staring you right in the face in places like the Missoula County Courthouse, where brief bios of past Sheriffs hang on the wall for all to see.

The name echo of “MacLean” (no relation to Norman) isn’t the only thing interesting from this Sheriff bio describing the man holding this elected position the year David Lynch was born at St. Patrick’s hospital in Missoula. Also noteworthy is the fact Robert MacLean belonged to a Masonic Lodge and presided over the last execution in the state of Montana on the now-auspicious date of September 10th.

Of course, I would argue that the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office is STILL executing people, like Sean Stevenson and Johnny Lee Perry, but that’s just me apparently.

This past week I wrote posts ranging from exposing a shocking lack of security at the Bitterroot’s BSL-4 lab in Hamilton, to an ugly dirty-laundry post about my own family relationships in this new age of excusing mothers for murdering their children, so to better see how these things are related in my “mentally ill” mind, here’s a poem I wrote, a poem that hints at the fact I have the best recorded evidence yet about what happened to Sean Stevenson, and why.

the vector of the virus 
used to be my wife and 
when I sailed the box-wine sea 
I used to have a life 
but strife it comes in many forms
storms, cartels, and death 
then edges quickly disappeared 
once badges stopped his breath

on rivers insect hatches provide 
opportunity to blend 
something fake for a fish to take 
with a hook to kill or send 
back into the water, or
perhaps into a pan 
not the god Jack Parsons sang to 
but the cast-iron of man

the jester of the palace 
used to have free reign 
but, they say, the worm invaded 
the King's once-sovereign brain 
insanity does not encompass 
the fantasy's dark scope
stop it with the Unicorns, or 
start back up the rope 

huggingface the skynet chase 
is more buggy than drugs 
itching underneath the skin 
into holes no bandaid plugs 
fuck the algorithm and
tucking tail to run
you can have the moon all night...
I'm watching close the sun

One final note, while transcribing this poem for today’s post, the music playing through my iPod’s “shuffle” function spoke to me, which has been happening so explicitly lately with my “shuffle” function, a less grounded person might let this phenomenon destabilize them.

For example, while writing a poem about Lynch’s “Black Lodge”, the Anthrax song “Black Lodge” started playing. Then, a few days later, while responding to an email from Adam, who used to do the podcast, titled “Debra Gets Red Pilled”, the Beck song “Debra” started playing.

And today, while transcribing the above poem–which references Sean Stevenson and his euthanized death via the coroner after being put into a coma with a rear-naked CHOKEHOLD–a song from Shipping News started playing, a song with the word “chokehold” coming from my speaker (from a song titled “Now That Your Diamond Lined Star Is Failing You, What Fair Silhouette Would Best Suit This Satellite?”)

Weird? I’d say so. But maybe, after September 19th, the depths of what I’ve been dealing with since Sean Stevenson’s death on January 5th, 2020, will be a little more clear.

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This week marks the sad anniversary of my co-worker, Leah Hartley, being found dead in an irrigation ditch at 6th and Grant, near her apartment. I wrote this post about her death, then found myself without work a few months later.

Nothing being proposed by United Way and their suicide prevention program, “Project Tomorrow”, would have helped Leah Hartley’s downward spiral into addiction because that’s not what the “tools” being offered to service industry workers by United Way are designed to address.

When you watch this clip you will hear the amazing insight that bartenders and hair stylists hear things from their customers and, if they hear WORRISOME things from their customers, then United Way wants them to have the “tools” to respond appropriately.

If United Way wants to invest their non-profit resources into transforming bartenders and hair stylists into psychologists doing unpaid mental health work for their fucked up customers, then here’s a suggestion: BETTER COCAINE!

My insights come from actually working in the service industry over the years, like Food For Thought by campus, where the hungover breakfast cook would sometimes vomit in the trash can in the middle of cooking an omelet, or those three hellish weeks at the Iron Horse, where the main chef liked to tell NOT funny jokes about dead kids in his trunk.

Expecting sex offenders and drug addicts to care about their customers as they get paid shit wages in a totally unaffordable town is one of the stupidest ideas I’ve heard in awhile, but, considering Missoula is a collectively retarded liberal college town incapable of dealing with reality, I’m not surprised.

The reality that I see in Missoula is that United Way of Missoula County uses Montana’s high suicide rate to specifically target guns, which is the preferred choice of ending it for men. That’s why United Way amplifies people like Ali at their blog for handing out gun locks, like THAT is going to stop someone who had made up their mind to die. From the link:

In a sparsely populated state where many people own firearms, the small metal contraptions, which fit around a trigger and cost less than $10 on Amazon, are one way Montanans are trying to reduce the high rate of people who kill themselves.

For the past year, Ali, 46, has been giving gun locks away to anyone who wants one, her piece of trying to solve the puzzle of suicide in Montana. “It’s in the culture,” she said one afternoon in Helena. “If you don’t know someone, you know of someone who has died.”

Murder rates and mass shootings make national headlines, defining the discussion over pervasive gun violence. But most gun deaths in America are self-inflicted. There were about 27,000 gun suicides in 2022. That was a record, and far higher than the 19,500 gun homicides documented that year.

There have been more gun suicides than gun homicides in the United States every year for the past 25 years. Yet the harm inflicted on communities by suicides rarely registers in the national debate over guns.

This article featuring a well-intentioned widow handing out gun locks deliberately focuses on guns and “red flag laws” because, we are told, it was the arrival of guns in her own home that enabled her husband to kill himself.

Suicidal impulses can last only briefly, but easy access to a gun makes the urges more difficult to survive. In Montana, 67 percent of suicides in 2022 involved a gun, according to the Times analysis. Nationally, guns were used in about 55 percent of such deaths.

But in a place where guns are embedded in the rugged, frontier ethos, there is little political will to prevent people who are at risk of harming themselves from owning a gun. A proposal to create a “red flag” law, which would prohibit a person determined to be a danger to himself or others from possessing a firearm, died in a committee of the State Legislature last year.

Several years ago, Ali’s husband’s family passed down some firearms that were considered heirlooms, and she agreed they could be stored at her house.

At the time, suicide did not cross her mind.

If I was a bartender serving Ali’s husband drinks before he presumably ate a bullet, I wonder what kind of “red flags” I would have heard? Would I have heard sad confessions, like how unfulfilling being a “mortgage loan officer” was, or the pressure he felt from his wife to maintain their social status by killing whatever dream he shoved down into a dark hole in order to make money for his young family?

John Mullen was working as a handyman at what is now the Whitefish Mountain Resort when they met.

They married in Glacier. A pair of bald eagles circled overhead as they exchanged their vows. “It’s the greatest place on earth,” she said of Glacier.

After their first child, a daughter, was born in 2006, they moved to the Helena area to be closer to John’s parents.

The vice president of a community bank took a liking to John and hired him as mortgage loan officer. He was a natural, tapping his connections across greater Helena where he had lived since he was a boy.

My gut reaction to this widower’s perspective about her dead husband is that NO ONE is a “natural” at enslaving humans into complicated debt instruments called “mortgages”, but being a mortgage loan officer is definitely a financial step up from being just a “handyman” at Glacier, so that’s what a socially affable guy with a wife and kids did until he couldn’t do it anymore.

Three years ago I wrote critically about a bill, introduced by a Bozeman Democrat named Ed, that would have empowered vindictive female partners and dysfunctional families to use the courts for gun removal.

Here’s the quote from that post explaining what the “red flag” bill would do:

House Bill 202, sponsored by Rep. Ed Stafman, D-Bozeman, is a “red flag” bill — a policy that allows for a court to order that an individual surrender their firearms if a family member, partner or law enforcement agency can make the case that the person presents a danger to themselves or others.

The bill would establish “extreme risk orders of protection” allowing a district court to prohibit a person from purchasing or possessing a firearm during the duration of the order. The language, Stafman said, is modeled after the federal Bipartisan Safer Communities Act, a gun safety and mental health services law Congress passed in 2022. The BSCA, among other provisions, includes grants to help states implement extreme risk protection order programs as long as strict due process rights are followed.

Having been on both sides of these court processes, first as a non-profit service provider working with EXTREMELY mentally ill people who the County Attorney’s Office would routinely deny intervention for, then as a supposedly dangerous mentally ill person myself, I can tell you more laws and less rights won’t make anyone safer.

Now, thanks to the Lindsey Clancy case, I have a better appreciation for why rational arguments are a waste of time when dealing with well-meaning Ali’s handing out gun-locks for United Way and the agenda-driven political operators taking advantage of those well-meaning Ali’s.

But go ahead and support Project Weaponized Sorrow if you want to, it’s still a free country with strong Constitutional protections, right?

I’ll conclude today’s post with a comment I made to the Housing, Redevelopment and Community Programs Committee, which met on Wednesday to rubber-stamp $100,000 dollars for the Missoula Economic Partnership. Here’s the referral with a time-line mistake I just caught, since I’m pretty sure City Council isn’t meeting on Labor Day:

Isn’t it funny how the people who want MORE laws to intervene in people’s lives can’t even seem to follow their own open meeting laws, or provide accurate information to the public?

Since double-standards and a two-tiered legal system appear to be the new normal in this post-law nation of psychotic victims, I’m going to keep using my 3 minutes to match the vibe, like advocating for more accurate acronyms.

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