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Thistle Pettersen: How I Became the Most Hated Folk Singer in Madison

  

 

Thistle Pettersen, eco-feminist and singer/songwriter, describes how she was demonised and hounded out of venues for her feminist views and activism.

On January 21st, 2017, I attended the Madison, Wisconsin Women’s March, holding a sign I’d made for the occasion. In dried out black and red markers, I’d written, “Don’t Believe the Hype!! Transactivism is Misogyny!” on a piece of cardboard I found in the dumpster that morning.

As a result, I have been ostracized in my community, forced out of my job, and banned from playing music at various venues in my city. The experience has left me shocked and bewildered, not to mention angry and hurt. How could my own friends and community attack me in such an aggressive way, or simply turn and walk in the other direction?

My Roots of Activism and Music in the City

I have lived in Madison for most of my life. I remember growing up in an environment that was thoughtful, civil, and concerned about social justice. At church, I was encouraged to think about those less fortunate than me and work to make things better in the world. I volunteered at homeless shelters as a teen, spending time with the many people in my community who modelled kindness and concern for the poor.

This childhood, surrounded by caring, liberal activists, influenced me to engage in progressive activist organizations and projects as an adult. In 1988, my focus shifted to environmental problems and the fossil fuels and resource extraction industries behind much of the environmental destruction in my state. I worked for Greenpeace as a canvasser the summer of 1990, learning a lot about letter-writing campaigns, petitions, and non-violent direct action to stop environmental destruction. For years, I participated in environmentalist groups on the University of Wisconsin campus and did progressive organizing through the Madison InfoShop, an activism-focused collective.

In 2017, I was thriving both as a musician and an activist/organizer—contributing and creating in ways I felt called to do. I performed live music and puppet shows at the Wil-Mar Neighborhood Center, and was working with Madison Action for Mining Alternatives (MAMA), an organization I co-founded. I was also a singer/songwriter with my band Thistle & Thorns. I was energized by what I could do as a musician and community organizer. I felt acceptance and a sense of purpose, and assumed my activist friends and neighbours valued my contributions and would stick by my side.

Speaking Out on Transgender Politics

The morning of the 2017 Women’s March, I woke up knowing the moment was ripe for the message that trans activism is harmful. Myself and the other women involved in Women’s Liberation Radio News (WLRN)—a collective producing a monthly radio show—had been seeing more and more people getting fed up with trans activism. Many of us called this “peak trans”—that moment when you realize “trans rights” are not really about supporting a marginalized population, but about undermining the rights of girls and women and bullying people into accepting transgender ideology. Some people come to their “peak trans” moment after realizing gender identity legislation allows males to be in women’s prisons, locker rooms, and homeless shelters. For others it may be seeing a man win a weightlifting competition in the women’s division. Some may have had enough after learning about the case of Dana Rivers, a trans-identified man who murdered a lesbian couple and their adopted son in 2016, yet was referred to as a woman in media and police accounts, thus skewing violent crime statistics.

While a few brave women have been speaking out for years, recently, more and more people have been catching on and getting angry.

As I excitedly interacted with friends at the pussy-hat-infused Women’s March that year, I received only positive responses to my sign. Some women said, “Wow! You are brave to hold that sign, but right on! I agree with you 100 percent,” while others gave me the thumbs up and cheered.

I only held the sign for about 20 minutes, walking through the crowd once and using it as a photo op. Afterwards, I posted pictures of me with the sign on Facebook. It was these photos that caused a backlash against me, and ultimately led to my ostracization in Madison. Though this wasn’t the first time…

My first “crime” was a 2014 interview with (now retired) political science professor and lesbian feminist, Sheila Jeffreys. She talked with me about her new book, Gender Hurts: a Feminist Analysis of the Politics of Transgenderism for a radio segment I produced on WORT 89.9 FM’s Access Hour. In the lead-up to that show, local trans activists labelled Jeffreys’ work (and mine, as host) “hate speech” and “trans misogyny.” They demanded I cancel my show. I refused, and, rather than cave, I felt further inspired to defend myself and Jeffreys, and to educate my activist friends.

I lost a lot of social standing in Madison after the interview aired, but lost even more after I produced a radio documentary for WORT in 2015, called, “The Sounds of Michfest 2015.” I interviewed dozens of women attending the last Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival in order to preserve the herstory of that event. I received a lot of praise from the MichFest community and lesbian listeners for the documentary, but shortly after it aired I was banned from the radio station by WORT board president Steve Ringwood, “till the board as a whole can visit the issues raised by several people.” Fortunately, the ban only lasted a month.

Transactivists Silence My Music 

In early 2016, Gretchen Wheat, a friend and prominent figure in Madison community theatre, circulated a petition at the Crystal Corner Bar to get me a regular music show. This grassroots effort led by Wheat, who was energized to continue to help me recover my reputation in our progressive community and music scene, was a powerful and effective action. Over 60 people signed in support, saying they would like to see me perform my original music at the bar once a month.

In May, the show was granted, giving me access to a wide audience of music lovers and friends. I felt like I had regained my reputation and music career — I was performing with a new band, Thistle & Thorns, and we had an album in the works. I also felt it was safe to continue with my message that trans activism and gender identity politics harm the rights and protections of girls and women outside of the venue. I kept the promise to never express my feminist views while performing at the Crystal, so did not think those who disagree with me would try to harm my regular show.

Despite my efforts to keep politics out of the bar, in February 2017, Joe Lambert, the booking agent for the bar, cancelled my show due to me holding the “transactivism is misogyny” sign at the Women’s March. In an email, he wrote, “We have been getting many complaints of your political views, including multiple reports of your loud talking, off mic, in the corner of the bar.” I had been going to the Crystal as a regular customer for years, making friends with the other regulars like Wheat, networking, and talking about many things, including all of the hullabaloo over me interviewing feminists on the community radio station. As I had implicitly agreed to not bring politics to my shows, those conversations were always off the mic.

The “many complaints” were likely coming from people signed up for this Facebook event that invited people to go to the bar to disrupt my performance.

The announcement of my show’s cancellation on the Crystal Corner Bar Facebook page was met with cheers from dozens of local patrons and activists. Activist Bill Anderson, a former keyboardist in my band Thistle & Thorns, publicly bragged that he and his posse “successfully de-platformed a local TERF.”

As a social media activist, musician, community organizer, and friend to so many in Madison, I was devastated.

I played a total of nine months with my name on the marquee, lit up at night. This was a significant thing to celebrate for my music career, and were it not for the interference of people who were not even coming to my shows, I would still be playing in my corner of the neighbourhood today.

Relentless Persecution and Smear campaigns by Trans Activists 

These harassers and bullies not only targeted my music career, but my environmental organizing and activism. Like I mentioned earlier, I co-founded and worked for five years with Madison Action for Mining Alternatives (MAMA). In February 2017, the Wisconsin Network for Peace, Justice & Sustainability (WNPJS), an umbrella organization for hundreds of Wisconsin-based social justice, anti-war and environmentalist organizations including MAMA, released a statement, accusing me of “targeting trans people” and promoting “hatred of trans people.” They offered no evidence to support these claims. Dozens of Madison community members piled on with defamatory comments accusing me of being “no different than a white nationalist” and saying my actions are “inherently violent and are hurting trans people.” Some said my work for environmental causes and in the indigenous solidarity movement was worthless because “dead children can’t drink the water, Thistle” (a reference to the trans activist claim that society must affirm transitioning kids to prevent them from committing suicide).

Local “activists” bombarded the organizing committee of the very successful Pipeline Fighters’ Benefit Extravagana, which I spent months organizing in 2016-2017, to prevent my band and a song of mine from being featured that day. They demanded I step down as a performer and threatened to condemn the associated environmental organizations as supporters of “transphobia” if I failed to do so. The committee buckled, and I “voluntarily” stepped down from singing at the show.

Because WNPJS, a well-known and reputable progressive, anti-racist, anti-war, pro-immigrant and pro-environmental umbrella organization for the entire state of Wisconsin, made the decision not to support me, other major social, cultural, and political organizations, community-based businesses, and entertainment organizations followed suit. I lost my regular show at the Crystal Corner Bar after the WNPJS statement was issued, in addition to other shows I had booked around town.

Boldly Moving Forward with Community Radio

After staying away from WORT for two years, I returned to produce another show during WORT’s Access Hour, featuring interviews I did with Meghan Murphy and Julie Bindel. I had thought the tides had turned a bit, and that it was safe to engage my community in discussion about gender identity laws and the harms of pornography and prostitution in an open-minded and intellectual setting. Naively, during my public persecution, I believed there may have just been a misunderstanding about my views, and that with enough open civil dialogue and discussion, people would come to their senses and be supportive, or at least support civil dialogue around these ideas.

This single hour-long program aired in March 2018, and resulted in more defamation, slander, and libel against me than any before. The WORT board of directors released a formal written apology to the “Transgender Community” for airing my show. At the WORT public board of directors’ meeting in March 2018, Emily Mills, journalist with Our Lives Magazine, Dylan Brogan of the Isthmus magazine, and Nathan MQuillen, paid staff at WORT 89.9 FM, in addition to others, spoke disparagingly of my character, calling me “less-than-honest,” “harmful,” and a “TERF.” I was not informed that the meeting was taking place and was unaware of this defamation at the time. Mills followed up her statements at the WORT board meeting with a libelous piece that was circulated in print and online for two months accusing me of promoting “anti-transgender and anti-sex worker bigotry” and claiming I have “a storied history of lashing out at the transgender community in Madison.”

I refused to apologize or to legitimize the claims that I or the women I interviewed were “harmful” and “lashing out,” and these community members continued to smear and blackball me, and others joined in the dog pile. A regular monthly show with my band at Common Ground was suddenly cancelled after the owner received an onslaught of slanderous email. In letting me go, the owner noted that, “because our whole mission is to be as inclusive and welcoming as we can, I don’t think it will be a good fit…”

After receiving bullying complaints about me for months, I was banned from playing at the open mic at Bos Meadery. Colleen Bos, the bar’s owner, told me in an August 2018 private message, “We disagree about trans women, but that doesn’t matter. Our stage is about welcoming people to the healing power of music and that requires everyone to respond rationally when confronted with someone they don’t like…people have asked us to ban you for your outside views.” According to one employee, the bar had been receiving complaints for months that I “hate transgender people.”

I began feeling hopeful again the fall of 2018 that I could re-enter the public sphere as a musician in a neighbourhood sanctioned group, the East Side Acoustic Ensemble (ESAE) that performs at the Wil-Mar. Six months had passed since the Murphy and Bindel interview aired and a year and a half had passed since I held the sign at the Women’s March, so hadn’t their obsession with destroying my ability to play unrelated music in public waned with time?

I spoke with the director ahead of time about the gang in Madison that harrasses and defames me. He said that if I could leave politics at the door and just play music, that I was in.

For a brief time, I felt embraced and safe enough to just let go and enjoy playing music with the group. However, Wil-Mar Development Director Beatrice Hadidian soon got involved, writing to the ESAE Director, Ritt Dietz, that the “…Center does not allow Thistle the opportunity to perform at Wil-Mar…we cannot in good faith provide a stage or space for individuals who exercise bigotry, discrimination and hatred towards Trans women and Trans men in our community.” As ESAE regularly performs at the Wil-Mar, I was let go from the group.

The “evidence” Ms. Hadidian provided for my “hatred, bigotry and discrimination” was from my Facebook page. She provided no further support for this accusation. Trans activists were quick to cheer the ban and declared victory.

Comments on the post declared me a “fascist” and warned I need “a new zip code preferably in the woods away from people.” One such comment came from trans-rights activist Christine Elaine, whom I had worked with in 2013 at the Madison Infoshop and who was known as “Christopher Books” at the time. Christine is the singer of local band Dumpster Dick, a term defined by the Urban Dictionary as, “A guy who will fuck the fattest, skankiest, dirtiest chick at the bar, because as he puts it, ‘fat pussy is better than no pussy.’” The band came out with a statement explaining that their use of the term “Dumpster Dick” does not mean this.

My picture has been used, without my permission, to promote local bands, including Dumpster Dick, on the Madison Degenderettes’ Facebook page.

Despite multiple complaints to Facebook for violating their community standards, these pictures of me have not been taken down from Dumpster Dick’s Facebook page nor from the Madison Degenderettes page.

What my Women’s March Sign was Trying to Say

My “Transactivism is Misogyny” sign I held at the 2017 Women’s March was one of the main reasons WNPJS issued a defamatory statement in February 2017, which is still online, and for the relentless vitriol directed at me. So what was my sign trying to say?

Trans activism has consistently advocated for the silencing of feminist analysis and news in public media forums, for “gender-correcting” hormones and plastic surgery for healthy-bodied children, especially girls, and it pushes for changes in federal and local laws that erase the dictionary definition of the word “woman” in favour of accepting the ideology that some men are actually women.

Feminists, of course, view “gender identity” as a conflation of sex and gender that undermines feminist analysis of both, under patriarchy. “Gender” is a term used to refer to a system of stereotypes and roles for males and females that, under patriarchy, keep women subordinate to men.

Feminists advocate for this distinction between sex and gender to remain in our legal language and for sex-based protections and rights for women, as the oppressed and subordinated sex.

Our opposition to trans activism, and view that trans activism is misogynistic, is not based on “hate,” but on a long history of feminist analysis and a commitment to ensuring women’s sex-based rights.

Why is blatant and rampant misogyny sanctioned by Madison “progressive” institutions and businesses? And why does so-called “transphobia” trump misogyny in the oppression olympics? I am here — a community member, lover of music and theatre, giver of songs, and organizer for the common good. The activist blood in my veins makes me determined to recover from years of smear campaigns and sing again. You can hate weeds, but we are strong and not easily eradicated.

Bio: I am a singer/songwriter, environmental activist and founding member of  Women’s Liberation Radio News, a collective that has produced a monthly feminist news podcast since May 2016. To all the leftists, radicals, creatives, musicians, critical thinkers and non-conformists in Madison: Join me! Working and playing for the real deal is much more fun than defaming and ostracizing individuals and calling it “activism.” Learn more about my current goal of getting the ban lifted from the Wil-Mar neighborhood center at DefendFeminists.net. While you explore the site, be sure to sign the petition!

The Primacy Of Physical Reality

The Primacy of Physical Reality

Derrick Jensen discusses the andocratic violation imperative.

 

Resistance Is Utile

220px-Lierre_Keith“The real brilliance of patriarchy is right here: it doesn’t just naturalize oppression, it sexualizes acts of oppression. It eroticizes domination and subordination and then institutionalizes them into masculinity and femininity. Men become real men by breaking boundaries—the sexual boundaries of women and children, the cultural and political boundaries of indigenous people, the biological boundaries of rivers and forests, the genetic boundaries of other species, and the physical boundaries of the atom itself. The sadist is rewarded with money and power, but he also gets a sexual thrill from dominating. And the end of the world is a mass circle jerk of autoerotic asphyxiation.

The real brilliance of feminism is that we figured that out.”

~ Lierre Keith

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Handy tips on how to behave at the death of the world

The worst thing is the loneliness because no-one in my present world will discuss this truth with me. i feel like I am bearing the truth all by myself because no-one will admit that the earth is dying and we are the killers.

Handy tips on how to behave at the death of the world

(Apparently, this seminal text has disappeared from its previous location. So I found a copy I had stashed. Anne Herbert gave me permission to repost this a long time ago. So here it is: the origin of the phrase “random acts of kindness”…)

 

HANDY TIPS ON HOW TO BEHAVE AT THE DEATH OF THE WORLD

by Anne Herbert

Sometimes it comes in a dream, and sometimes in one more newspaper headline. And then you know. With your cells and past and future you know. It’s over. We are killing it all and soon it all will be dead. We are here at the death of the world – killers, witnesses, and those who will die. How then shall we live?

PROBABLY GOOD TO TELL TRUTH as much as possible. Truth generally appreciated by terminal patients and we all are.

Good to avoid shoddy activities. You are doing some of last things done by beings on this planet. Generosity and beauty and basicness might be good ways to go. Avoid that which is selfserving in a small way. Keep in mind standing in for ancestors including people who lived ten thousand years ago and also fishes. Might be best to do activities that would make some ancestors feel honored to be part of bringing you here. Silent statement to predecessors: Well, yeah, we blew the big thing by killing ourselves. I tried to honor you as much as I could in that context by doing the following:

TRANSFORM YOUR OWN POWER-OVER BEHAVIOR to whatever extent possible. Life system of world being efficiently killed by human habit of going for power over. Tasteful to try to profoundly correct that to extent that you can even though it’s too late. E.g. Men profoundly understand and change around relations with women. White people profoundly change in relations to people of color. Humans profoundly change in relationship to other beings on planet. This constitutes thank you note and note of apology to the whole history of the planet. I mean it has been rather great, sunsets, oceans, some art, some moments between beings, smells of fresh mornings. As we kill it all by dominance habits too huge to stop, we can thank it for the good times and say sorry by changing our own participation in the dominance stuff in some profound way. Doing this kind of change will involve confusion, embarrassment and awareness of activities and attitudes you have not been conscious of. Doing this kind of change will involve increased aliveness for you personally, a fine thing to bring to a dying planet. Be in radical alignment with particular forms of aliveness being smashed. Particular species, human cultures, styles of living are being obliterated brutally now. In as much as we all going to die fairly soon, the stylish thing to do is to align with one of the lifeforms and help it be itself as long and strong as possible.

Eschew blandness. Eschew causing other’s pain. We are all the target so wear bright colors and dance with those you love. Falling in love has always been a bit too much to apply to one person. Falling in love is appropriate for now, to love all these things which are about to leave. The rocks are watching, and the squirrels and the stars and the tired people in the street. If you love them, let them know, with grace and non-invasive extravagance. Care about the beings you care about in gorgeous and surprising ways. Color outside the lines. Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty. This is your last chance.

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(Apparently, this seminal text has disappeared from its previous location. So I found a copy I had stashed. Anne Herbert gave me permission to repost this a long time ago. So here it is: the origin of the phrase “random acts of kindness”…)

Handy tips on how to behave at the death of the world

by Anne Herbert

Sometimes it comes in a dream, and sometimes in one more newspaper headline. And then you know. With your cells and past and future you know. It’s over. We are killing it all and soon it all will be dead. We are here at the death of the world – killers, witnesses, and those who will die. How then shall we live?

PROBABLY GOOD TO TELL TRUTH as much as possible. Truth generally appreciated by terminal patients and we all are.

Good to avoid shoddy activities. You are doing some of last…

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October 17, 2016

Journal Entry

Feeling comfortably detached as I wait here for the end of the world.

I’m in an odd place because I left behind all the guideposts I used to rely on to explain the world and shape my views and behavior. I have gone into the Outer Darkness, far beyond what I leaned from all the philosophers and gurus and I don’t believe ANY of it anymore. I see now that ALL of it was presented from the male point of view, everything I learned, everything I read, except for the work of a few feminist authors and teachers.

The only teaching that has any value is the one that directs me to become aware of my body and my breathing and to work on maintaining my awareness in the present, here and now.

I am keenly aware of just how powerless I am to affect what is happening on this planet. Some moments I desperately want to be released from this disaster, but at others, like right now, I’m just grateful that my own little life makes some sense and has beauty in it.

It would be great to stop taking patriarchy so personally.The whole point of rape culture is to reduce me to an object, a non-agent. My “beingness,” my uniqueness, my personhood is irrelevant.

Men seek revenge on women because men can’t have babies. This is the whole primal truth of the matter. This truth is rabidly suppressed, just like the truth about climate change and the mass die-off of pollinators from industrial petrochemicals, for instance. These are truths that I am never allowed to speak aloud in public. People do not want to hear it. It makes them uncomfortable to hear the truth.

I spoze I need to write another blogpost about this – about Marge Piercy’s conjecture that technology will solve this problem of male jealousy over women’s reproductive capacity by growing babies in artificial wombs and shooting up men with female hormones so they can breastfeed, as she proposed in her book, Woman On The Edge Of Time. Tranzing is the tech solution to inequality between the sexes and this is a problem because medical science and technology are capitalist, masculinist enterprises and as such, don’t particularly care about women and the natural world, which are simply “resources” that exist to make profit from.

I’m coming to accept that I’m not responsible for patriarchy. I didn’t cause it and I can’t cure it, as they say around the 12-step groups that deal with addiction. It seems that my yelling at the delusional masses in online forums (and frantic emails to former women-only spaces like rape crisis centers that now permit men who say they are women into their support groups) is just my attempt to blow off steam in my mind-shattering grief over what is taking place,  over the harm that is being done to women and the very basis of life on earth, and for all the life that is being lost.

The violence that I have been subjected to throughout my life from this rapist culture gave me a distorted sense of responsibility. I am not responsible for patriarchy and it’s brainless, gynocidal,  SUICIDAL ecocide.

A patriarchal family is a slave family and is a shame-based family because shame is what molds people into slavery. All of the implied and actual violence is deliberate and intended to produce shame within individuals such that they are unable to stop the violence. The Circle of Death.

I am still coping with the injuries I sustained in my marriage. The man I married is an automaton who acts out a rigid role. I used to explain his behavior by the fact that he grew up with an alcoholic father. I did not exist as a living, autonomous sentient being. I was also only a ROLE, an object, an economic unit, as he actually stated about me and our children. I was a function and a means to his own ends.

About a year ago I was trying to write about addiction and slavery and attachment theory and was unable to find the heart in it…because I was not consciously considering the role of male supremacy and rape culture. Male privilege is always the elephant in the living room. It’s the silent oppressive fog that surrounds all of our social structures. So I wasn’t able to put together the severed parts, I had a jumble of facts, but the essence was missing.

Ten thousand years of female slavery shaped the relations between my ex-husband and me. He was grown the same way that my father and brothers and all males are made, secure in their positions of dominance over women and their right to our labor, our bodies, the products of our wombs, our care and attention.

I could not be a moral agent until I was able to walk away from all of this. I could not be responsible until I was able to separate myself from the constant violence from males that shaped my choices. Instead of being sorrowful I know I need to be grateful that I woke up and that I have this opportunity to come to real life, to the real world, dying as it is. I still have this moment of autonomy and clarity.

 

 

 

 

Madam Nomad

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A woman is never at home within patriarchy. I have been a wanderer since I emerged from my mother’s body. This blog is about my intergalactic journey wherein I am always coming home. I write about women,  social justice, political acts, the sado-psychiatric system, and ecology. I use this page to display the art that I do that has saved my life and given me a way to voice my visions.  I take pictures,  I make pictures and protest signs, I am a fan of outsider art and public art.

 

 

Geoengineering and Cassandra

I could not be entirely certain about the problem of Climate Change, AKA Global Warming, despite all the research I have done on the topic over the years – how fast it was happening, how profound the effects on the Biosphere will be, whether there might be unknown countervaling forces. So, I didn’t give myself completely over to despair. We might have time to make changes, we might be able to adapt.

5792_10154006842804844_8955738303563104888_nBut the chemtrail phenomenon is a different matter. The geoengineering project, which is taking place all over the world, right over our heads, in plain sight, is conscious, deliberate, irrevocable, unfixable and absolutely lethal to all life on Earth. The heavy metals, including aluminum oxide and barium are intended to provide a reflecting surface for solar radiation, to redirect back out into space. Unfortunately, these metals are toxic to the soils and very bad for all living cells, human, animal and plant.

The risky experiment may be successful, but as they say in that  joke about about surgery…the operation may be successful, but unfortunately the patient will die.

It’s ridiculous that a small number of psychopathic billionaire bullies has been able to implement this mass murder-suicide right before our eyes and yet anyone who speaks up about what we see is subjected to ridicule and accused of being a crank or a conspiracy theorist.

It sure sucks to be Cassandra and to be able to see shit that other people refuse to see because their cognitive dissonance hurts too much. I know it hurts because I have gone through it and come out on the other side.

I can’t cope anymore with my profound sense of betrayal and the full realization that nothing I do or say is going to make any difference. The elite has salted the earth and the damage is done. The die-back of species of insects, wildflowers and amphibians and other wildlife that I have been witnessing in the woods over the past ten years, is not, as I believed, due to the changing climate, although this is a significant stressor. it is due to the fact that stupid rich white men are spraying the entire planet with aluminum oxide in order, I suppose, to protect their investment. That’s how they justify the expense. Because life, soils, water are all commodities to be bought and sold and have no meaning independent of their market value.

I decided to research the topic further to see if there was any basis for my suspicions about the webwork of persistent jet vapor trails that I have been witnessing in the skies for the past 10 years or so. It took me ten years to face my fears, and I am relatively open-minded about how insane wealthy psychopaths really are. This video includes interviews with reputable scientists from all over the world who have been testing the soil and water.

 

 

 

STUFF

As The Climate Changes…

 

Here is a list of articles and videos from such mainstream venues as National Geographic and PBS that you can view that deal with the various signals that we are in the process of calamitous changes:

The Sixth Great Extinction WaPo article

National Geographic article on ocean fish extinction

PBS Nature The Silence of the Bees

PBS Extreme Ice, the melting of the poles

PBS The Extinction of Amphibians, The Thin Green Line.

This is a film preview about the death of the ocean:

This is a video about the Exponential Factor and humans inability to appreciate the implications of infinite growth on a finite planet:

This is a video featuring George Marshall, author of the book, Don’t Even Think About It; Why Our Brains Are Wired To Ignore Climate Change:

Yesterday began as a bright, clear deep blue sky day. Then the planes began their back and forth weaving overhead, and the plumes of mist hung in the sky and spread and the entire sky became white with haze. This morning there is a low stratocirrus cloud cover and there is a fine silvery photo-reactive haze in the air at ground level. The ground level haze is very weird, because there is also a brisk breeze blowing, which would carry off normal water vapor fog. Why does no-one notice the weather, notice what is happening right above their heads. No-one ever looks up. Everyone has their eyes on their smartphones. I feel like I am the only awake person on the planet and it’s bloody fucking lonely.

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