
Norman Maclean’s brother, Paul, was beaten to death in Chicago after living a life that included high-risk activities, like investigative journalism and gambling. It’s unclear which one helped lay the groundwork for the violent death that Chicago detectives wrote off as a simple “mugging gone wrong”. As the lore goes, Paul’s Pastor Daddy accelerated his own path to meeting his maker once his son was delivered home to him in a coffin.
Maclean accompanied his brother’s casket, alone, on an overnight train trip from Chicago to Montana. After the funeral, Maclean spent several weeks of compassionate leave with his parents at their family’s cabin at Seeley Lake.
Maclean’s father was skeptical of the official explanation for his son’s murder and asked Maclean, “Do you think it was just a stick-up and foolishly he tried to fight his way out? You know what I mean — that it wasn’t connected to anything in his past?” Maclean replied that the Chicago Police Department didn’t know and that neither did he.
Chicago is where the Pritzker Clan made their wealth, which now leaks into places like Democratic politics in the guise of Linda Pritzker helping out her daughter, as Influence Watch reported years ago:
Linda had three children with a man she met while a goat farmer in Montana. 8 Her son Roland Pritzker is the Chairman of the Pritzker Innovation Fund. 3 Her daughter Rachel Pritzker is the president of the Lotus Foundation and was a founding board member of the Democracy Alliance, a left-of-center funding vehicle. 3 Linda’s daughter Rosemary Pritzker is a photographer, life coach, and co-founder of a super PAC called Local Voices, which creates Democratic political ads for campaigns in battleground states. 4 Linda Pritzker contributed $500,000 to Local Voices in 2012.
What Influence Watch failed to note, however, is that this massive “donation” came through a Missoula zip code, which I ran across while skimming a large list of political donors that included “retired” CIA man, John Talbot, and his son, Pete Talbot.



I wonder what a psychotherapist from a notorious Jewish family with well-documented ties to organized crime would say about the origins of art depicting scenes of getting fucked by a demon, or honoring incest on the big screen, like the Eddington nod to Chinatown I’ll be referencing in an upcoming analysis of Ari Aster’s 2025 cinematic release, which I re-watched after viewing the very uncomfortable movie, Beau Is Afraid, which has nice messages on the walls like “Hail Satan” and “Fuck the Pope”.

I discovered the demon sex artist when I found an old copy of a Montana Gothic issue, published 1976. It took a little digging to find some context on Pablo Weisz-Carrington, but this site offers some biographical information I explored for a deeper perspective on where his “inspiration” may have come from:
Pablo Weisz-Carrington was born in Mexico City, Mexico on November 14, 1947.
Son of the famous Hungarian photographer Emeric Weisz and the famous world-renowned British surrealist painter Leonora Carrington. His parents surrounded themselves with a group of other European artists which were also refugees from the World War II. Pablo grew up among André Breton, Remedios Varo, Jose and Kathy Horna and Benjamin Peret, many other artists natives of Mexico such as Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Juan Soriano, writers such as Octavio Paz, Juan Rulfo and Carlos Fuentes were also close to the Weisz-Carrington family, creating and ambiance that made Pablo become an artist. Pablo lived in Mexico City until he was 25 years old.
At age 14, Pablo had his first art exhibition of drawings at the Gallery of Juan de Dios Moreno. In 1969 several drawings of his were published in the literary magazine “El Rehilete”, as well as in the cultural magazine of the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM). At age 24 he had a major exhibit of drawings and watercolors at the Israeli-Mexican Cultural Institute.
In 1972 he had his first art exhibition in the USA, at the Latin American Theater Institute of New York, event organized by Ms. Joanne Potlitzer.
Let me translate what I suspect this bio-info points to: communal living where Pablo was probably sexually molested and passed around to multiple people, then his “art” was promoted to the kind of art markets where one finds eager buyers for this material–you know, like the ISRAELI-Mexican Cultural Institute!

Curious about the kind of woman who might enjoy art like this, I scratched the surface of “Ms Joanne Pottlitzer” to see how she fits into this troubling promotion of culture and I didn’t have to look far to be like, um, yeah, NO!

Before I get to the Kabbalistic death goddess I suspect many of our culture-creators have an affinity for, let’s see how NOT to respond on social media when saying very uncomfortable things about one of Hollywood’s favorite taboos. The following “Twitter” exchange, and subsequent controversy, comes from Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Wikipedia page:

The female painter who provided “motherly” support to her young son, Pablo, is interested in pigs, Robert Graves’ work, and Kabbalah, according to this article about “Leonora Carrington and the Secret of the Sacred Feminine“:
Carrington had described reading The White Goddess, Robert Graves’s study of poetry and myth, as ‘the greatest revelation of my life.’ She acquired it in 1948, the year it was published, and it was arguably one of the most important books she ever read (along with the teachings of the Kabbalah). Indeed, one can speak of a before and after in her work. In its pages, Graves argues that the ancient cult of this goddess is inextricably linked to ‘pure poetry,’ and declares matriarchy as the earliest form of social order.
One day, with Pig-Rush still on her mind, my mother picked up her copy of The White Goddess. A little less than halfway through the book, she happened upon a passage about the War of the Bulls, apparently the central episode in the Cuchulain saga. Graves begins by noting that ‘in ancient times swine-herds had an altogether different standing from that conveyed in the parable of the Prodigal Son: to be a swine-herd was originally to be a priest in the service of the Death-goddess whose sacred beast was a pig.’

Somehow I’m failing to see the “sacred feminine” in this depressing oil painting showing herds of ghostly demon-swine overcoming three Hasidic-looking men trapped in a fecal-hued hellscape, but that’s just me.
For Ari Aster (who I think dropped some Montana Easter Eggs into Eddington for schizos like me to find), his version of an all-seeing Jesus is actually a Jewish mother epically gaslighting her son as he travels from an urban Sodom and Gomorrah (that could be Philadelphia or San Francisco) on a loser’s journey into the obliterating clutches of his BIG MOTHER.

Does it look like Jesus’ face is coming out of a vagina? My goodness, Ari, what did Mommy do to you?


Thankfully I don’t require a director like Ari Aster to put me into the experience of being a loser because I’ve been a loser, on paper, since leaving the Masonic bloodline I married into, which I’ll be writing about later this week when I show how my ex-wife’s “old money” family matches up with the “new money” comfort of my corporate Daddy–a faithless Christian man who attends the “River Runs Through It” church and who recently tried pressuring me into declaring bankruptcy after I asked him to consider buying my father-in-law’s very rare and prized marbles, which have much more than just monetary value.
Yesterday, after sending an email to a Masonic lodge in Missouri for some information on my father-in-law’s father and the decorative Masonic sword I have in my possession, I was surprised to hear, later in the day, that alleged Masonic assassins were going on trial, in France.

Twenty-two people have gone on trial in France on charges of murder and other serious crimes centred on a masonic lodge accused of running hit squads.
Thirteen defendants – including former intelligence agents, soldiers and businessmen – face possible life sentences. Prosecutors allege the group carried out murder, attempted murder, aggravated assault and criminal conspiracy on behalf of a mafia network inside the Athanor lodge in the Paris suburb of Puteaux.
At least four Freemasons from the lodge’s roughly 20 members are among those in the dock. Other defendants include four officers from France’s DGSE foreign intelligence service, three police officers, six executives, a security guard, a doctor and an engineer. Most of the accused, whose ages range from 30 to 73, have no previous criminal record.
Fascinating. And prescient, considering what I’ll be writing about this Easter week with Freemasons, un-free Christians, and the things that money can’t buy, like integrity and salvation.
If anyone would like to help support the best citizen journalist in western Montana, my GoFundMe page still has some room left for donations. And stay tuned, because this week you’ll find out how tithing money and political money seem to flow to the same kind of things.
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