icky driblets


“People like clowns but they hate artists.”
Daughter, 11, at 16:40, June 24, 2017



Tom went to school with me in ’77. He died in 2013. This is the last entry on his Facebook, from 2012; in it, we see that Tom has been caught,  “liking” someone calling her/his self “Kia” on a speed-dating site, by someone in his household:


LESSON: be very, very careful how you shepherd your circumstances after the blush of youth has faded from the bulb, Comrades!  Very careful. Fucking grim.




1 “Some 2,700 kidneys are thrown out every year due to delivery delays”

2 “Presidential Candidate Mike Gravel: ‘Sex workers are among our most marginalized communities, and we must embrace them.’ ” [this is not a headline from The Onion]

3 “The Shocking Afterlife Interview with Madeleine McCann: FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY “

4 “Valerie Solanas was more than just the woman who shot Andy Warhol”

[feminism can’t be that desperate for icons, can it?]

5   Q: ” Why is it that early modern Europe had such a fervor for witch hunting? Between 1400 to 1782, when Switzerland tried and executed Europe’s last supposed witch, between 40,000 and 60,000 people were put to death for witchcraft, according to historical consensus.”

A:  “As competition for religious market share heated up, churches expanded beyond the standard spiritual services and began focusing on salvation from devilry here on earth. Among both Catholics and Protestants, witch-hunting became a prime service for attracting and appeasing the masses by demonstrating their Satan-fighting prowess.”

[the murderously competitive,  corporate profit-model spirit is a bit older than you’d assumed, eh?]



before the after


D) A PICTURE OF THE BLACK WOMAN WHO CLAIMED GEORGE  W BUSH RAPED HER… (people scoffed until it was revealed that the two had actually dated when young; yes, and they scoffed because they initially assumed she ‘looked Blacker’ than she did, rendering the notion “comical”; but oh well, ooops, in any case she killed herself soon after trying to bring Bush to court)





loonie module











“EXCLUSIVE: Facebook ‘fact checker’ who will arbitrate on ‘fake news’ is accused of defrauding website to pay for prostitutes – and its staff includes an escort-porn star and ‘Vice Vixen domme’

  • Facebook has announced plans to check for ‘fake news’ using a series of organizations to assess whether stories are true 
  • One of them is a website called Snopes.com which claims to be one of the web’s ‘essential resources’ and ‘painstaking, scholarly and reliable’ 
  • It was founded by husband-and-wife Barbara and David Mikkelson, who used a letterhead claiming they were a non-existent society to start their research 
  • Now they are divorced – with Barbara claiming in legal documents he embezzled $98,000 of company money and spent it on ‘himself and prostitutes’ 
  • In a lengthy and bitter legal dispute he is claiming to be underpaid and demanding ‘industry standard’ or at least $360,000 a year
  • The two also dispute what are basic facts of their case – despite Snopes.com saying its ‘ownership’ is committed to ‘accuracy and impartiality’ 
  • com founder David Mikkelson’s new wife Elyssa Young is employed by the website as an administrator 
  • She has worked as an escort and porn actress and despite claims website is non-political ran as a Libertarian for Congress on a ‘Dump Bush’ platform 
  • Its main ‘fact checker’ is Kimberly LaCapria, whose blog ‘ViceVixen’ says she is in touch with her ‘domme side’ and has posted on Snopes.com while smoking pot





John: Did you hear Martin Luther King when they shot him . . . I had a dream this afternoon, children, I dreamt the black and white kids are gonna be together.

Paul: He got shot after that; that was the speech.

John: No wonder they got him. Just like a poet; he was just like Tennyson and that kind of thing.

Paul: I was dreading throughout that speech.

John: Cause it was gonna happen.

Paul: Some nut, too, some white nut.

John: But it’s not nuts, it’s business.









The Jonestown Dead
John Judge letter to Arianna Hufffington

Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 23:54:45 -0400
To: arianna@ariannaonline.com
Subject: The Jonestown Dead
From: John Judge

Ms. Hufffington:

Since you once laughed your head off on your inaptly-titled show “Equal Time” on MSNBC as Gerald Posner maligned me for suggesting that the people who died at Jonestown did not commit suicide but were murdered, and your producers would not allow me “equal time” to respond to his castigations, I thought I’d drop a note just to clear up the record. The “kool-aid hit squad,” as you found it so hilarious to call them, did exist and they used something much more lethal.

The source of one of the largest (915) black (85%) and female (90%) mass deaths in modern history was officially ruled as murder, not by me, but by the Guyanese Grand Jury that heard the evidence presented by the country’s leading forensic pathologist Dr. Leslie Mootoo, who was the first to examine and count (along with the Guyanese Defense Forces — GDF — present), a total of 408 dead, mostly elderly and children.

Mootoo found no evidence of cyanide pathology in the corpses, which is quite visible in the form of splayed limbs, arched backs, and a certain death grin known as rictus. These bodies were in calm repose, many lying limp where they fell. Mootoo, upon close examination, found fresh needle marks in the backs of almost all of them (85-90%), bent and broken needles (indicating forced injections). The remaining dead were either “shot or strangled” according to Mootoo. The Guyanese grand jury, hearing the real medical evidence, ruled not a single suicide happened at the Jonestown camp.

The Armed Forces Institute of Pathology arrived after Mootoo had finished his work, following a call for assistance, but claimed they had “forgotten” to bring their medical kits. A simple fluid autopsy on site could have determined the actual cause of death. Instead the bodies were left to rot for days before huge transport planes brought them back to Dover AFB for quick burial or cremation. The American College of Medical Examiners wrote an open letter to the Army complaining that they had failed to do autopsies on the dead.

Over the next 5 days, the body count rose inexplicably from 408 to 915. By all accounts, internal and external, there had been 1,100 at the camp. There were only 16 official “survivors” named in the press. Do the math. The Army made several official statements about the climbing body count, which rose by over 500 at final count:

“The Guyanese can’t count”

“Bodies fell in piles”

“Bodies fell on top of other bodies”

And on the fifth day:
“We went around to the other side of the pavilion and found 500 more bodies” (this is an open air pavilion no larger than 50 feet in diameter).

There were no bodies covering bodies. Can 408 cover the remaining 507? Do the math. Mootoo and survivor Odell Rhodes tagged the toes with identifying names as they were examined, though all these were later removed on orders of Zbigniew Brzesinki, Alexander Haig and Robert Pastor, who was on site. (see Kenneth WoodenChildren of Jonestown, McGraw-Hill, 1980).

I challenge you to find one photograph, aerial or otherwise that shows a single body on top of another body at Jonestown. The GDF had the grisly task of poking holes in the corpses with bayonnets to prevent them from exploding in the heat. They would have seen a body below another body, as would Mootoo and Rhodes, and counted them the first day. What you can see in the pictures are rows of bodies, clearly dragged across the grass, some in small groups on blankets or tarps, all face down. These were killed over the ensuing days and brought back to the camp.

The original NYT headline (Nov. 18, 1978) correctly read “400 dead, 700 flee into jungle”. Unfortunately, they were already surrounded by GDF, British Black Watch and eventually Green Beret troops. I and other researchers/journalists have spoken to some of these killers.

Jonestown is no laughing matter. I have read over 3,000 press reports, including Guyanese, all the popular books, and interviewed key witnesses to the events surrounding the formation and termination of Jonestown. Anyone who thinks a white preacher can get hundreds of black women to kill themselves and their children at his command needs to check their racist assumption level. Posner, as is the case in all his writing and speaking, has neither done his homework nor convincingly argued his case.

How do you know the people at Jonestown killed themselves, Arianna? Because you read it in the press or because you took any time to really investigate it? So, laugh your head off if you like. Keep bringing Gerald Posner around to comment on history and reality. Meanwhile the dead sit silent, unless we let them speak for themselves and for the real history of their oppression.

Posner mentioned my name, which is completely unknown at the national level anyway, as some sort of example of what was worse than having Holocaust deniers speak at a California campus. I was among those who said, God forbid, that JFK was killed by a conspiracy. I am not a Holocaust denier, nor am I a reality denier like Posner. He said I think that there is “a conspiracy behind every aspect of American history”, and then pointed to my work on the Jonestown dead, which you found so amusing.

Perhaps you should read my well footnoted piece “The Black Hole of Guyana: The Untold Story of the Jonestown Massacre” and judge for yourself instead. As my friends will tell you, I think there are at least two or more conspiracies behind most aspects of American history. You can call me a “conspiracy theorist” if you call everyone else a “coincidence theorist”. It doesn’t change the facts.

You write as if you have moral outrage and care about the truth nowadays. Do you only vent about the scandals everyone else knows about through the corporate press? There are far more profound scandals behind current events if you care to look for them. But, then, perhaps you’d get mocked on MSNBC without any “equal time” to respond.

Come clean,

John Judge — for the truth



  1. St Aug! I just read these driblets today – and earlier in the day i read the following, by daniel ingram, an american doctor who was working in one of mother theresa’s clinics in india:

    I remember coming home from the street clinic one day and there was one of [the heroin addicts] lying on the ground with his arm deep into the open sewer that ran along the alley, slowly crawling along, arm about two feet into the sewage, apparently looking for something. I was curious and, as the heroin addicts never interacted with us at all, I stopped to watch what he was doing. He ignored me and my curiosity entirely.

    For about five minutes he felt along the bottom of the sewer, carefully, patiently, inching his naked body along the ground, and finally he stopped, a small smile crossed his face, and he pulled out a syringe from the bottom of that Calcutta sewage. He licked the bare needle, broke off the top of a small vial he had concealed in his other hand, drew up, shot up right there, and lay back in a daze on the street, dirty needle still hanging from his arm. It struck me that, when you are shooting up with a needle from the bottom of a Calcutta sewer, you have likely fallen much lower than you ever thought you could fall. I wondered at that point who he had been before, what his parents felt about him, what any children he had might have felt about him, and how much longer he could possibly live.

    That snapshot of his suffering would be driven even more deeply home some months later. I was again coming home from the clinic and saw the same man, sitting on the street cross-legged and crying, tears streaming down his face. In his hand was a single white index card that was perfectly clean. He had managed to gather seven extremely small pieces of colored chalk in a little pile on the ground to his side, and had drawn a rainbow on the index card. He was staring at the rainbow and crying his eyes out.

    I realized there was likely nothing at all I could do for this man, but something in his weeping humanized him for me such that months of being in shock could no longer be kept at bay. It felt like that man had torn my heart out, as if suddenly the pain I had somehow managed to numb partially, so that I could do the work and live as I was living, came crashing in with the full force of a tsunami. The hairs on my arms still rise now over twenty years later when I think of him. I am deeply grateful to that naked, dying, addicted artist, though I would greatly prefer that he hadn’t been dying in misery on the streets of Calcutta, and that I hadn’t needed something like that to shock me into realizing what was going on.

    [end of quote from daniel ingram]

    some blogger once wrote: In 2006, James Tate talked about the dissonance of living in a world where “heaps of evil” are being done — while so many of us live in peace and privilege and have time to read blogs like this one.

    and speaking of heaps of evil being done, and living in peace and privilege – i think of the boys and the wild squirrel, and the mayor and the wild cheese –


    as r. crumb put it in one of his comics – “what a world!”

    may the creative forces of the universe smile in our general direction

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    1. MC!

      What a world, indeed… and (as I try to get at, all the time, in every way) we are kept trapped in a dream about it all, a very big, very expensive (deeply implausible) dream that’s in TFIC’s creepy best interests to maintain.


      1. PS: and here’s an example of what I mean by the “deeply implausible dream”: you mention Mother Teresa, introducing the passage you cite: well, we all know about Mother Teresa by now; the interesting question is: why did the same Glittering Hypno-Media that supported the Myth of Mother Teresa, for decades, suddenly reverse policy and leak so many damning facts, reported across the ideological spectrum, after Hitchens went after her? Did former plutocrat-partners have a falling out? Did she fulfill her temporary (though long-running) function and find herself unceremoniously (and posthumously) outed? She was the definition of “Saint,” for such a very long time, in The West, and it was utter bullshit and we all bought it without question. Let’s look around at the other trillion things we also bought without question, eh? Most of them are just as blatantly ludicrous.


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