November 22, 1963
At 8:00 we were all up. Our pre-ordered breakfast arrived shortly after, and we all ate in silence, running through our scripts and asking ourselves what-if questions. By 9:00 we had wheeled the food cart back into the hall and were making our last bathroom stops and loading our file cases and backpacks.
There are millions of people – a majority in many places – who believe in a liberty philosophy: That the golden rule is the right way for humans to interact, that centralization is a problem, that leaving markets alone is better than rigging them, and so on. But there is a problem: Rather than pushing [...]
Three days before the assassination, November 19, I had all the hardware – cameras, film, lenses, tripods and carrying cases – ready and laid out. I was prepared for entry, filming and egress. And that night I put two rolls of clothing, with a gold coin inside, in the main room of my suite.
Hitchhiking is something that is simply not done these days, at least where I live, but back in the olden days of the 1970s, I used to hitch rides on a regular basis. Lots of us did, as a matter of fact. And I’m not aware of anyone I knew, or that they knew, hitching a ride to their death… or even to an assault.
The week Michael was with me in Las Vegas was a return to my youth, a happy, healthy return to my youth, and to Michael’s as well. We were two boys from Rogers Park in a terrific playground.
Sure, there are rare situations where fighting evil humans is thrust upon us, but such situations are just that, rare. So, feel free to do what you must in that unlikely event, and let’s set the subject aside, as seductively theatric as it may be. This setting aside is important, because “fighting evil” in any [...]
The next day… or maybe one more, I didn’t keep a diary… I found myself feeling better but absolutely stuck on what to do. This time I had an answer; this was simply an odd version of writer’s block, something with which I was familiar.
I’ll begin this post by admitting that I have an affinity for “declarations” and even for “manifestos.” Whether they be particularly good or bad, the people writing such things have invested more passion in these documents than most people have ever invested in anything. By itself, I think that’s worthy of respect. Right or wrong, [...]
I woke up with half a hangover. I opened the window shades and lay back on the bed, content to stay there all day, if that’s what felt best. This was my recovery time, not from the hangover but from the onslaught of ideas and events that brought the hangover about. And this time I hadn’t forgotten the Do Not Disturb sign. I would be left alone.
After the first part of this series ran, I was surprised to find an archive of the Dodge City Times in my inbox. I had forgotten about the DC Times. It was our third newspaper, centered on Rex’s Dodge City system. And it too was a gas.
This is a question that recently confronted me from several angles at the same time, and so I think it’s probably a good thing to look at. There are three fundamental aspects to this, the first two of which we’ll examine. The third is mainly out of our control. How do you describe yourself to [...]
As I walked out Mike’s door, I knew the newspaper would be worthless (and it was: a coup, a ferry tragedy, and the ubiquitous political crap), but by the time I reached the elevator I realized that I could use it as a reference for further thoughts. And so I got a few pieces of scrap paper from the man at the desk and borrowed a pen.
By the time DMT was up and running, Dodge was winding down and closing, and the project was winding down. Soon enough (and especially because of Rex’s irregular activity), an audit committee was formed, and we went through all the records.
Since the Bronze Age, human societies have been arranged around brute force. Even now, governments are monopolies of violence. More than that, the very structure of government serves one primary end: to deliver violence. All else is supplemental. This model has survived on the fear of the ruled. And fundamentally, that boiled down to a [...]
“Hi,” I said in as friendly way as I could, “if you’re 309, I’m the guy you’re looking for.” I smiled and extended my hand. He shook it but seemed too nervous to speak. I sat across from him.
The big argument against decentralized systems is that there’s no one to enforce conduct… that the powerful will be able to do what they want and get away with it. Please keep that thought in mind, remembering that Rex was the richest person involved, that he owned and controlled the central means of communications, and that most of the “important” people were on his payroll.
This important interview just arrived and I’d like to pass it along. (I had to edit for length. The full interview can be found here.) The interviewer was Tatjana, and we’ll begin with her introduction.
Paul did an interview with Dr. Janda a few days ago, and it’s spreading wildly.
As we sat at the restaurant I began to miss home. I noted the strangeness of this feeling to myself: Here I am, about to hear things that no man has ever heard, and I’m feeling homesick… after just a couple of days. I’m sure it was the repetitive eating at restaurants – away from home – that set it off, but it made me appreciate the complexities of the human consciousness.
Surprisingly quickly, Rex’s people put together a community forum called “Dodge City,” complete with a full spectrum of “early Internet”-style graphics. And give them credit: Dodge City quickly became a hub of activity. It fairly exploded with interesting people and ideas.