SPEAKING OF STARS . . .

Here's a great video by Angie Riedel:

WATCHING THE STARS WINK OUT

They're dimming the lights at the Limited Hangout, and it's last call at the Cointelpro Cafe. Apparently, The Dynamic Duo (the Fetzer-Barrett tag-team show on GCN) is ending its current run. As the curtain rings down, Fetz is still mired deep in the "no-plane" distraction, Kevin Barrett is still giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, and Morgan Reynolds and Judy Wood continue their low-key, bizarro improv.

It's all reminiscent of a Beckett play. You know that the characters are trapped in their scripts, and must repeat their lines endlessly without growth or epiphanies. Godot is never going to appear with the key piece of evidence that will Prove Conclusively How It Was Done So Let's Move On With Our Lives Already. If you haven't heard it from us yet, here it is: The 9/11 Truth Movement is the last and best manifestation of The Theatre of The Absurd.

And this: The 9/11 Truth Movement doesn't actually move. You can be certain the Fetzer-Barrett-Reynolds Endgame on GCN will continue as concentric ripples into outer space, forever.

THE UTICANS ON THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH!

Last Sunday evening, Herb and I spoke with Gordon Comstock of the Ministry of Truth. We recorded almost two hours with Gordon, but we were on the phone for three. It was fun. The time, as they say, just flew. The program is now posted on the website, and is available for download at this link.

We left no turncoat unstoned here, so all those who feel their particular ox has been gored may send their hate mail to the usual address.

UPDATE: Here is the infamous John Judge interview. (Thanks to Jeff!)

A Kick in Our Crystal Balls

Positive, adj.: Mistaken at the top of one's voice. -- Ambrose Bierce

Okay. We admit it. We were wrong, wrong, wrong. But so were all those other dime-store Nostradamuses who proclaimed that Hillary Clinton would be the next President of the United States. We figured that They always get the one in office that They want; that the matter of the Presidential selection is foreordained many years in advance--and that the logical and symmetrical progression that They favored was Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton. The late Kent Daniel Bentkowski heard this from some Illuminati insider in the 1990s, and Victor Thorn cheerfully stated that it was a foregone conclusion. And, like dogs barking idiotically in the night (to borrow a phrase from H.L. Mencken), we picked up the news and told anyone who would listen: It's gotta be Hillary in '08.

Boy, did we feel brilliant with an inside scoop like this. It was just going to happen, that's all. Why? Because. Because They have so decreed.

But predicting the future is always a mug's game.

Boy, were we wrong. El wrongo. Wrongalicious. Wrongkonkoma, New York.

So, yeah, we feel like idiots here. But in a more profound sense it's truly liberating knowing that nobody has an inside track on the future. In other words, whenever you hear dire predictions of an apocalyptic sort (and a Hillary win sure seemed apocalyptic to us), it's just crap. It may set your adrenals a-tingle, but the little-league Edgar Cayce who's selling that stuff (and likely gold and MREs besides) hasn't a bloody clue.

(This observation also applies to a certain Mr. Tarpley who has stated that we should all be soiling our knickers about now because Obama is undoubtedly the next Mussolini. Naturally, the same Mr. Tarpley has two prolix books to sell on the topic.)

(Be very afraid--but stop by Amazon.com on your way to the bomb shelter.)

We here resolve never to speak with certainty on anything that has not yet happened. It cannot be done.

If you ever catch us again trying to divine future events in tea leaves or in the entrails of sheep, please slap us.

Que sera sera, Baby.