FBI Section Chief Helped Lead US Capital Insurection Supressed Hunter Biden Influence Peddling Article & Remebering a Portland Radical Ace Hayes
Hi There,
About time for me to get underway with my tasks today.
However, I wanted to post this before it gets scrubbed by our big tech overlords:
Interestingly...in the overall scheme of things...why is The New York Post becoming one of the last legacy media sources that publish [NY Post: Hunter Biden Crack Pipe in Hand Admitting to Receiving Millions From Red China ( October 2020)] real news, not disinformation?
...I will bet many of you will be reading or hearing about this Hunter Biden story for the first time.
Considered to be our nation's oldest newspaper, founded by none-other than, Pounding-potter, Alexander Hamilton, who along with General George Washington and Thomas Jefferson were known to have grown vast acres of industrial, medicinal, and recreational hemp.
....I like to remind readers that our Founding Fathers were not just aristocrats signing stuff wearing wigs and knee-pants, but were "hemp farmers & hardcore revolutionaries armed with assault rifles who could drink 'even this author' under-the-table!"
Credit for that quote must go to Ace Hayes of Oregonian fame & fortune
[Weekly, I along with hundreds of others attended his live Secret Government Seminars in SE Portland....I cannot seem to link to Hayes' bio but will cut & paste at the end of my post.]
Hayes was the publisher of The Portland Free Press & Grandfather of Portland Cable Access Patriot [now Liberty] Movement icons in the early-to-late 1990's & resulting spin-off show's chronicling police shootings of unarmed citizens and drug war civil liberty abuses at the hands of law enforcement, Paul Richmond & Chris Herman's show, Infotainment, for example.
...Hayes would have loved to dissect that Covid-19 narrative. He and others in what was then the Portland stronghold of the then called, Patriot Movement. Sounds like nonsense, yet the two PDX channels occupied VHF/Cable stations Channels, 9 and 11. Hence, one could not miss flipping through the 1990's remote control without seeing Waco Massacre videos, early hemp movement discussions, declarations and poetry being read by topless militant lesbians [you name it] or the full-frontal nudity of one, Jim Spagg; indeed, The Portland Oregonian featured a Sunday Paper with a prominent story on the pudgy forty-something Cat who had a philosophy/music show where he danced and took phone calls with his tiny tellywacker for all of us laughing and parting in our Rose City residences on a Friday night at 9:00 PM.
Pretty much predating wide-spread use of the Internet, Portland Cable Access--Oregon's Supreme Court having determined almost a decade earlier that nudity was not pornography making for the strongest 1st amendment protections of the 50 states.
Ahhh, Libertarian Land as I used to call it back in the day...$3.00 would bring about a gorgeous bottomless-bar stripper inches from your face by the third song! Not that I would ever attend such a venue, nor our downtown bathhouse that was just a block from Powell's Books--across from legendary Jake's Famous Crawfish--now having become a McMenamin's Pub!
As We Used to Joke, "Never been there Nor Done That...'Bathhouse Oath!'"
...voiced in my stereotypical effeminate gay-man delivery [...what, can't do that anymore?]
Many of you have seen a few episodes of the TV show, Portlandia, that featured local landmarks and the colorful people who were fortunate enough to experience "Portland in the Nineties." Usually, what was portrayed seemed hardly far-fetched and was only a slight exaggeration of the nuttiness that passed for normal in 1990's Stumptown, Oregon.
...maybe it is just me but, all of these Covid restrictions and most of us still blindly following our leaders edicts as everything--especially small businesses now forever lost--is allowed to be destroyed, crashing-down upon us. Seems odd for a man who just a few decades earlier [if you read the Portland Mercury article above] was a person who knew if I had partied too much at Stark Street bars and hook-up venues [locals lovingly referred to Stark as Vaseline Alley,] there was a place to avoid a Dew-E and sleep-it-off or maybe even have an erotic experience with others.
...don't know, perhaps [obviously, duh] I was still a little wild in my thirties, but I never got sick or anything during my sleazing-around a few times a year--however infrequent--period of my life in and around downtown Portland.
Case-in-point, Hong Kong Flu Killed Same Number as Covid-19 while The Vietnam War ragged and hippies partied-on at Woodstock [1969.] Indeed, a very different response to a pandemic.
I posted this story back in May of 2020 when CT&Reasoning was in it's infancy; that said, the numbers of those claims or Covid-19 deaths predicted to have killed three or four million of the US population by now, never came to fruition.
AND, we all have heard claims that the PCR test for Covid-19 can be dialed-in to produce an error-rate or false-positive on close to 90% of those tested. Scratching my head now, even the inventor of the PCR Test declared his contraption a "research tool" and not dependable for diagnosing "Covid-type viral infections."
...shortly thereafter, he met an untimely demise in 2019.
CDC: The Same Amount of People Died Last Year as the Year Before
For the same reason, many have pontificated online how seasonal flu, pneumonia, and other infections have seemingly disappeared or otherwise been eradicated, according to the CDC's numbers.
Food for thought...this is not what is being peddled.
Like yourself, I continue to seek the truth, finding it increasingly difficult to unpack-age--yet, reveals from research, continue to astound me--having me to continually pose the question, "Why are we going along with all of this...remind me...why?"
Drake
Here is the bio on my casual aquaintence and fellow PDX Activist, Ace Hayes:
Ace Hayes (1940-1998), A Remembrance
Daniel L. Brandt
Ace Hayes (1940-1998), A Remembrance
by Daniel Brandt
Ace R. Hayes, 58, an activist and political researcher who was
well-known in the Portland, Oregon area, died on February 13, 1998
from an aneurism in the brain. The first severe symptoms occurred
only a day earlier; the headaches and neck pains he experienced
during the previous week didn't even slow him down, and might have
been unrelated.
Corruption and conspiracy in high places is the name of the
game, but Ace was on the case. His broad familiarity with the dark
side of American history will be missed by senior colleagues and
younger proteges alike. Yes, "colorful" and "unforgettable" are
words that come instantly to mind, but "committed" is more important,
and "permanent state of indignation" is best of all. Ace Hayes was
a whirlwind, and his moral outrage could suck you in.
For the last six years he has been an icon on my radar, an early
warning system for uncharted political waters. I first heard his
name in 1986, when he purchased a database I was developing and
had just begun to distribute. The only other purchasers I remember
that year were Newsweek (which had the Iran-contra story months before
it broke but just sat on it), and Howard Rosenberg from CBS (who
used the database several months later to scoop a story that
eventually resulted in a conviction for Oliver North).
It took the CIA 13 months longer than Ace Hayes to place an order
for this database, and it took the Soviet embassy 8 months longer
than the CIA. Who's this Ace guy from Portland? After all, Washington,
DC is the center of the universe -- just ask anyone who lives there!
(By 1994 Ace had become a member of the advisory board at Public
Information Research, Inc., the publisher of NameBase.)
My records from 1986 to 1988 tell me that Ace had a Kaypro computer,
and a brochure he enclosed said that he taught courses at the Red
Rose School in Portland. They were titled "Radical Research" and
"Secret Government in America."
I learned later that Ace already had a long history of activism
by this time. He started out at Portland State, and was arrested
for anti-Vietnam War protests. Then he lived in Oakland, California
while the Black Panthers were active. Ace told stories about how
he got into trouble for delivering guns to the Sandinistas in
Nicaragua during the late 1970s. Once upon a time, the stories
continued, the Communist Party invited him to join. But Ace turned
them down "because they were too conservative."
Ace was bright and articulate, in a gruff sort of way. He had
no tolerance for the well-turned subtleties of talking heads and
conventional wise men. As a one-man information highway, he slew
such pundits-of-the-moment with a few well-deserved epithets. His
opinions were backed up by an enormous personal library of books and
periodicals on current history. Ace Hayes was a man on the move,
a man on a moral mission, a man with no time to lose.
His political radar was firmly grounded in what might be
described as militant populism. If you knew him only casually,
you might mistake him for a militia type, such as those who
were so upset over government conduct at Waco. But as Ace would
point out, the more important question by 1993 was this: How did
it come to pass that the so-called "left" failed to express any
outrage whatsoever over Waco? For the previous two years, Ace had
been telling me that it was no longer a question of "left" and
"right," but rather a question of "top" versus "bottom."
It's clear that Ace had very good radar; even Ivy League black
scholars are acknowledging today that "race" issues have obliterated
"class" issues, and that the entire civil rights movement somehow
missed a very big bus. (It's also true that in the 1970s, Marxist
scholars were quietly purged from American universities in favor
of women's studies, black studies, and this-and-that studies, all
of which were well-funded by Ford-Rockefeller-Carnegie. But why
belabor the point by getting conspiratorial?)
Whenever I wanted the low-down on political trends, all I had
to do was call Ace Hayes. I hardly needed to do even that. Between
the Portland Free Press that he edited, and those thick packets of
clippings he sent out to his mailing list, full of underscores and
double exclamation points in the margins, all I had to do was empty
my mailbox. Then I'd sit back with a six-pack to see if I could
read his mind. I'm convinced that my political instincts were
well-served by keeping up with Ace's running commentary on world
affairs.
The "colorful" aspect of Ace Hayes came to me in 1995, when I
had the pleasure of visiting him, and his capable and attractive
wife Janet Marcley, at their five-acre homestead near Portland.
Soon a couple dozen of their friends arrived for a barbecue.
Ace and Janet lived on the top floor of a big barn. Most of this
floor was covered with stacks of magazines and shelves of books.
The ground floor was half machine-shop (after college, Ace became
a machinist), and half of what looked like junk.
After a few beers, Ace and Janet showed me their shitaki
mushroom garden (these are grown by placing the spores in holes
that are drilled in oak logs). Then Ace started up a monster yellow
log skidder parked in the front, to show us how the pincers moved.
Ace Hayes was packing a Glock 9-millimeter (he had a permit and
loved guns), and a few additional beers later demonstrated his
quick draw (I didn't even see his hand move).
I had a great time. The last time I had this much fun in logging
country was 20 years earlier, when I visited an old friend named
Jim, whom I knew from Vietnam draft days in Los Angeles. By then
Jim had settled in a remote cabin in northern British Columbia. His
mushrooms were psilocybin, and we canoed on a lake with no people
around anywhere, only beavers and birds. But these days I'm too old
for psilocybin, so the Oregon blackberries I picked for breakfast
the next morning were just right.
Later I watched a videotape of one of Ace's "Secret Government
Seminars," which he has held monthly for over ten years. They are
shown on cable-access television in the Portland area. Ace sallied
forth in his inimitable style, blasting away at corruption and
conspiracy in high places. He made his case with his usual
foursome: a broad knowledge of current history, a belief in the
Constitution and democracy, integrity with common sense, and an
instinct that the price of democracy is eternal vigilance.
I'm going to miss Ace Hayes, but not because he was colorful.
I'll miss his gruff-and-honest perceptions. This is what produced
the sort of politics that couldn't be seduced by our Daily Spin.
If we can find more of the same, instead of that usual diet of
insipid infotainment, the people will someday rise up in anger
against what Ace often called the "kleptocracy."
intellectual or a smooth politician. To his credit, he had some
qualities we all can use -- a populist dignity, a well-informed ear
to the ground, a massive sense of purpose, and unflagging energy.
Such qualities are difficult to find as we anticipate the next
millennium. I'm going to miss Ace Hayes. I hope he's not watching
us from somewhere, because his act is a difficult one to follow.
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