You can have fries with that, Mr. lady: Amazon Updates on Let the Dead Bury the Dead

The “Look Inside” function is now enabled at the Amazon page, and I like how they did it: only so many pages from the first chapter, almost all of the preface, or all, the index, table of contents, and a bit more, but not enough for the deadbeats. Generally speaking, I’ve been pretty pleased with CreateSpace, thus far, and have been surprised at the ease of their setup. Now, you can see a little for yourself.

I’m planning some future e-books too. They will not be of this book for the foreseeable future. Be glad: books never crash, only burn, and that takes effort.

Let the Dead Bury the Dead’s Amazon page:

Finally, I’ve been sending out a number of review copies. If you’re a member of the press/media and are actually serious about discussing the book and its implications, drop me a line. If you’re not, don’t go changin’. I’m certain we don’t have to worry about that.

Conspiracy Nuts

This has gone on for some time, mostly on Facebook, a place that I don’t care for, but that’s me, I don’t like the NSA and DHS being able to watch me with so much convenience. I also don’t like a bunch of scamming dweebs selling personal information about me to the corporate sector, silly, I know, how unreasonable of me. There is a species of North American male that thinks they know it all about this case, when they’ve maybe read a couple of articles. They weren’t involved in the case, never communicated with the subject Ms. Palfrey and others involved, or barely did, and hold preconceived views about the government that aren’t in line with reality that swing to the hard right, regardless of how they might describe themselves.

This is because many of them are liars and scumbags with a weird sense of entitlement that can only be found in rednecks who read occasionally. Don’t laugh–much–but they then get the mistaken idea, because they’re egotists, that they’re now an “expert” on whatever topic comes up around the stove at the county store–or when they’re passing around the crack or meth pipe for the next round of hits. Whatever they’re on, be it insanity, stupidity, hard drugs, retardation (mental, emotional, whatever), or they’re just a yammerer nobody’s had the balls to tell to shut up, I really don’t care.

Whenever I have occasion to discuss the DC Madam case with strangers, which happens more than you might think, at least half know about it, maybe more of them only dimly aware because of how it popped in-and-out of the media’s attention, so it’s a fragmentary narrative for most of them, and that’s OK. About one third of them of contend right away that Jeane was assassinated by shadowy government operatives, what I like to call the “She were suicided” theory. This is where most people are superficial and don’t pick up on the fact that they’re not talking about the case, but themselves, because, trust me, with their attitudes, it’s all about them. Mind you, they’ve already admitted to not knowing much about the case, then the next minute they’re claiming some unique knowledge of the case after they’ve run to the Boogeyman g’ubment theory number eleventy-twelve and a fire-extinguisher. These people crazy, and where I live, prevalent. Some many of them are rednecks, but many are also Catholics, mainly Polish, Italians, some Hungarians–South Bend has an interesting ethnic makeup and is unique for Indiana in some ways, not so much in others, typical, the disease of the yearning to be average and reactionary. How American. Yes, they all harbor delusions of adequacy (thanks Greg).

“What do you know about the case?” I ask many of them. At that moment it becomes clear that they were never required to back up an argument in their entire lives. Never written a thesis paper, in other words, the beginning of learning how to logically build a case for a contention. After all, you’ve now claimed some special knowledge of the case, and so, therefore, you’re responsibility now becomes backing up that argument. Are you fucking kidding me? When I begin pointing out that I actually was a participant–it’s a look you’ve never seen in your life, one of incredible fear. The look of finally being found out as a fraudulent simulacrum of a human being, a fraud, a front of a person, a facade with nothing behind it but biology and an ego, never real balls. Indeed, there are people who were part of the whole thing whose opinions and takes on the case I will never respect, some of it for similar reasons, and mostly because they’re frauds too.

For example: Alex Jones spoke with Jeane and I would never trust his opinions or claims to knowledge about the case. That’s because I know shit from shinola. I seriously doubt there’s more than maybe two people on earth who have researched this case as extensively as I have outside of the federal government, specifically investigators, but the AUSAs and Jeffrey Taylor surely know a lot, probably more than me. The problem is that they’re corrupt, incompetent, and fucking liars.

If you’re one of these kinds of people, the kind who default to “She were suicided,” this book is not for you, and I don’t want to hear from you either, I don’t want to hear your opinions. Be glad that I have the decency to give ya’lls a heads-up, because it beats you embarrassing yourself first, and me throwing gas on that fire.

I’m deeply critical of the federal government in this book, and I don’t spare anybody, not even myself. America is a mess, and we’ve been one from the start. I believe we can still fix things, but we’re going to have to shed a lot of myths and ridiculous notions of what this country is and has been about, and what it really is. This doesn’t mean that all Americans, white most of all, are specifically evil, but the system established here is a criminal one, primarily on the business side of things, but the government also behaves criminally, thanks most of all to runaway concentrated wealth and influence. With a change of mind in the public, we can pressure to regulate these distortions out of existence. A fundamental step is taxing the bastards out of existence, and returning to the taxable income of the highest percentiles that we saw during the Eisenhower administration, the immediate wake of the rise of labor and the New Deal, the most hopeful developments in American history since emancipation. Busting myths is a lot of what my account is about, and there are many surrounding this case. Nothing is separate, everything is connected, don’t kid yourself, kid. The real America isn’t the one in your head–it wouldn’t fit with all that shit in there.

Jeane wasn’t assassinated by the federal government, she died of negligence. That’s not the same. They knew she was suicidal, where I only suspected it, and did for months. Who was going to listen? I have established that there is no way that she was murdered. There’s no physical or documentary proof that this was the case, and no, carefully edited comments of Jeane saying she was afraid of being murdered in prison doesn’t meet the criteria, get real, man. This is about a demographic of scared, beady-eyed white males who are having a fucking identity crisis, not a woman’s death. They could give a shit about what happened to her and only want to push their anti-government agendas. And that’s criminal, disgusting, there are no words it’s so pathetic. Welcome, to the United States of America.

Let the Dead Bury the Dead availability

As of today, the book is available at Amazon US. In a few weeks, it will be found in Amazon EU outlets for ordering. There are currently no signed copies. If you wish to receive one–especially if I don’t know you in any real sense–expect that, yes, there will be some available in the future, but at a significantly higher price. The reasons should be obvious: it costs to send things, especially when they weigh over three pounds. Yes, I am trying to discourage questions about it. I will not be doing book signings for the foreseeable future without some logical economic reason behind it. If it doesn’t at least pay for itself, it’s not gonna happen, period. That is all on that issue.

Also: I will have a widget up here and at J to the Power of 7 in a few days for ease-of-ordering. The best way to find the book at Amazon is to search “DC Madam,” or the title. I’m being told so far that the book is a real page turner. Is this a great holiday gift? That depends on who it’s being bought for. If you want to know how the Republicans love pissing your money away on defense and intelligence spending through contractors, then yes, this is for all of you who find that a matter of concern. Keep that in mind when the GOP’s officeholders start braying about the deficit. They’re the great contributors to it. Why do some people still vote for them? Yes, yes, because the white American South is backwards, a national embarrassment, and that they can’t get over losing the Civil War, certainly. I’m sure it has something to do with the R-complex too, and I’d described most Republican voters as reptilian, but never especially intelligent, honest, or rational, only rarely. Southern Gothic is right: they’ll kill us all yet, you’ll see, just not live to see its aftermath.

What was the DC Madam case about?

With the blessed passing of yet another election cycle, we might reflect on another one from the recent past which resulted in a significant routing of the GOP by the Democrats: the deeply contentious 2006 national midterms. There’s at least one major political sex scandal that takes down a significant politician in the United States every election cycle, generally speaking, two years, with overlap for higher office.

After the fall of the Director of the CIA at the hands of the surveillance state, we might reflect on the DC Madam case and look at the same themes and actions at play.

Jeane got this, maybe more towards the end:

 On 3/15/08, Jeane Palfrey <> wrote:

Bil… yes, I saw it. This further supports my belief that escort and adult services – which cater to powerful and influential clients – are being used as the new “hunting grounds” in American politics. –Jeane PS if interested, I will be on Geraldo and Coast to Coast Radio (10:30pm PDT) tonight. Newsweek also has done a piece on me, that is coming out in Monday’s edition. It should be available online, by late tonight/tomorrow.

Yet, it appears that the GOP practically brought their own scandal to the attention of the American public. This kind of calculated stupidity is completely in character for them. I walked away from this train wreck a few days after this email. This all began with a leak by federal prosecutors to Bill Bastone and the Smoking Gun, they wanted it out there.

Why do this? Damage control knowing that you can redefine a problem. 2006 had a lot to do with corruption, how much the public will take of it, and damage control rather than the willingness to change or to take responsibility like adults. There are no adults, don’t kid yourself. You look at events differently once you’ve been on the inside of them. Whether others like it or not, Jeane allowed me to take in a lot for a purpose. She invited me to sneak a peek behind the curtain, and indeed, some impotent clowns resembling the Wizard of Oz were incompetently pulling levers that affect people’s lives, tripping, falling over each other, and they were just as blunderingly human and frail as I expected them to be. What the case was about is right in front of your eyes, every day, therefore invisible. It wasn’t a mistake that defense and intelligence technology contractor SAIC and the CPU giant Qualcomm were in Jeane’s phone records, or that they were visiting my website any more than it was that so many arrows pointed to San Diego and numerous military personnel, many of them officers. It wasn’t coincidence that put Lockheed Martin in her phone bills for her escort service, that a World Bank executive was in them, that a major league GOP operative like Jack Burkman was too, and there were many others, others I haven’t even included in my account of what I believe happened and what the case meant. Judge Kessler saw no coincidences when she granted Jeane subpoena power over the intelligence community.

This was a tale of partisan politics and statism, but also where the lines blur in those constructs, because interests overlap, making for the strangest bedfellows of all. Why the 2006 midterms? I believe this election is the key to understanding why an interim-appointed U.S. Attorney named Jeffrey A. Taylor decided to move on Deborah Jeane Palfrey, the press-dubbed “DC Madam,” only one month after she’d shuttered her escort service. I’m assuming here that someone tipped her off. Why waste millions on a small escort service like that? This was first of all about damage control for the part of the public that can be reached when presented with stupid things like facts and corroborated evidence, empiricism, stuff that’s not entertainment. Without wanting to, I have no faith in the rank-and-file of either major party, and I think Palfrey’s own apathy about politics and her ignorance of it was instrumental in her undoing, word to the wise. Being the one-eyed man in the kingdom of the blind doesn’t elevate you to the throne.

She knew some significant things about her predicament and her place, but clearly, not enough. What still surprises me is that before I brought the timing of the search of the Vallejo residence to her attention, she, her counsel, and others assisting her, hadn’t considered it—not even journalists she was encountering were expressing their observations of this. For an openly partisan Republican prosecutor to move on a suspect who, perhaps unknowingly, holds information damaging to his party and other related interests, is an unmistakable political act. Breaking the law to achieve damage control and to protect the defense and intelligence contracting game was implicit to their theater and the media was only too happy to play along.

Not even a nearly unprecedented economic crisis was going to overcome the racist backlash over the 2008 election of Barack Obama and it temporarily breathed new life into an ashen GOP, perhaps for the final time, since it was coming from a demographic of angry, aging white Americans whose political significance has been rapidly eroding over the last few decades. In their bigotry, they fear this massive influx of Hispanic refugees, most of them desperate Mexicans fleeing social chaos, generations of poverty, the militarization of the drug war, corrupt federales, goons, police, the cartels, and enslavement in the maquiladora factories that line the Free Trade Zone along the border, and now, private security, the CIA and drones. Such a happy family relationship between nations brought the dictator Porfirio Diaz to remark, “Poor Mexico, so far from God, and so close to the United States.” Yet, thanks to this ruthless repression and exploitation, there were some unexpected results: a new dynamic where Latin Americans are now heading towards being the future of politics, and possibly the labor movement, in the United States. And with this realization among the nativist rabble element came the inevitable Know-nothing reaction of hounding immigrants, which, like lynching, is a time-honored American tradition. Does the public ever truly learn? Which one would that be in a divided nation when these racists are becoming the minority? They’re also the staggering idiots who tolerate an emergent police state and runaway defense spending while at the same time painting themselves inaccurately as rebels. That’s called a fool. This is why it wasn’t surprising to me that these same people–if you want to call them that–run to conspiracy theories that never truly touch on those power centers. Chasing ghosts and being ineffectual is the safest thing in the world. 2006 wasn’t especially different from now.

At this, the halfway mark of the second and unfortunate term of George W. Bush, when the future Tea Party members were cheering the illegal occupations of Iraq and Afghanistan and police state tactics in the war on terror, Republican Party officeholders were paying the price for more skeletons in their closet than the Marquis de Sade or Al Capone. The litany of corrupt acts, antisocial behaviors, and general high weirdness, was widespread enough in their elected ranks to warrant decades of inquiries, yet, no, according to President Obama, we must “continue to look forward,” sounding as much like Scarface as the Republicans. Of great note, one of the cappers that went over the line was Florida congressman Mark Foley, who was accused of pedophilia. This is all about breaking the law and surviving through until the next ever-tightening election cycle. Controlling the DOJ never hurts. Besides, you can always fire your Attorney General and appoint another one the public can grow to hate as an arch-criminal the more they get to know about them. Almost a year earlier the profoundly illegal warrantless wiretapping program that bypassed the judicial oversight of the FISA court (housed at the DOJ, and I suspect they knew), initiated by the White House, was no longer being sat on by the traditionally submissive New York Times. (They had done this for a full year, so that the 2004 elections could pass by safely for the GOP, at least regarding that particular skeleton.)

You know that there’s a political crisis going on when the culture of politics has shifted so far to the right, that all the partisan hacks can talk about is a non-existent center. Most of what you’re going to be hearing from the official channels when a system ossifies is unbridled crap and lies, more obfuscations, apologies to power, ignoring the growing herd of elephants (the only one), until this game no longer works. Rather than looking at all of what we’re learning about rampant corruption as an excuse to cop-out (pun very much intended) and run to the temporary safety of jaded apathy, we should be glad that we know about these crimes at all, because knowledge really is power. But then the problem is that you’re forced to decide to do something about it. I made that decision getting involved in this case, hoping that I could bear witness to history and to accumulate whatever materials I could for the record. I was successful in that endeavor. Too often, the residue of events is lost to the ages. Collecting these materials was done so that the information could be out there and the public has the option to discover, more generally, how the private sector and government collude, and I’ve put it out there, with more to come.

An incredible effort was mounted to neutralize the destructive potential of what the charges against the late Ms. Palfrey were really about. To re-frame a story, and by doing so, redefining it, is a common practice in, ours, the most propagandized modern society outside of the former Soviet Union and China under Mao. “Sunlight is the best disinfectant.” This is why corrupt government contractors need to operate in the dark, and that’s what the DC Madam case, a branch of Hookergate, was about: to hide their criminal behavior and bury the evidence of their much greater crimes. When you keep raising this glaring discrepancy between how Palfrey was treated under the law on the one hand and how her privileged clients were on the other, and it’s never addressed in any substantial sense by government prosecutors, career spokesmen like P.J. Crowley, those clients like Senator Vitter, law enforcement, the hierarchy at the DOJ, you begin to realize the fix is in. Mind you, this was being said by many of us during the proceedings very loudly, and to no avail, because the mainstream press did its best to let it die by its own hand, and I mean that literally, because they also knew that Jeane was suicidally inclined. Brecht couldn’t have dreamed this nightmare up. That’s not murder, it’s willful negligence.

There had been a very serious scandal in 2006—one of many—that eventually fizzled-out named “Hookergate,” the standard cigar and hooker parties that are held in and around the Beltway for hungry contractors, to obtain coveted, high dollar jobs and assuage the seething addictions of sociopath Republican horndogs (as opposed to Democratic ones) with a taste for the high life on your dime. Yes, this is all about the war on terror and the moronic, runaway militarization of America, the biggest buyer of unnecessary, clunky military hardware in the entire world, six hundred times the spending in this area than of all the other nations of the world combined. That’s pretty stupid—nay—exceptional. We not only have the right to blow our balls off in this manner, but we still somehow have the right to speak about it thanks to a historical accident that began during the Colonial period, freedom of speech and the press. Things working out will never be good enough for the species. In our meanness and selfish tendencies that have been fostered into the emotional equivalents of plutonium, another poison we’ve refined, so as to illustrate our collective wretchedness, we have contaminated the world with our greed. From the moral rot of John Jacob Astor, to the senseless greed of the speculator Jay Gould, America’s first millionaires, on down to the Robber Barons like Carnegie, Rockefeller, and Morgan, men who childish fools have emulated ever since, we compromised with the bad guys and lost our way long ago as a nation, and we’re finally running out of road for the last time. This is our last chance. All of this is what the DC Madam case was about, the culmination of generations of baseness and barbarity. Either this is the beginning, the end, or both, but we’ve undoubtedly come full circle, which is rarely a good sign for the little people out there, the rest of us out here in television land.

This has happened before. Our out of control defense spending is doing to American democracy what it did to that system in Athens, first, by bankrupting their Treasury, then the inevitable collapse into anarchy and dictatorship, wrought by irrational military adventurism. Ask the Greeks how long it’s taken to come back from that one. And, so today, we have a similar situation in place thanks to the same kinds of criminals bent on power at any cost: a crisis on several fundamental levels—political, economic, social, cultural, and environmental. Not so long after Jeane died I conveyed to her former counselor Montgomery Blair Sibley that she may as well have stayed alive since, what with the encroaching economic catastrophe, she could have walked out of prison once there was no money to house her anymore (it elicited no response). What was the DC Madam case about? The fall of America by militarized self-immolation and general greed, nihilism.

Let the Dead Bury the Dead is now available at

You can find the book here:

The list-price is 27.95 USD. This is the initial release. I’ll know in a few days when Amazon will be posting it for purchase. The book is 8″ X 11″, running at 622 pages, with an index. There are no photos–sorry to the comic and picture book crowd (I jest).

There will eventually be an e-book, but I’m edging towards it being about a year from now, maybe more, maybe less, depending on how things go from here. I welcome any serious questions and inquiries and reserve the right to determine which ones are which. Any and all trolling will of course be ignored.


There will be an e-book edition. However, it’s not going to be for some time, possibly a year, give-or-take. The reason is simple: ease of pirating them. Yes, I’m so greedy, when I work for someone, I actually have the temerity to want to be paid for it, what an asshole, I know. It’s as simple as that. I’d rather not see pirated files online days after a release in that format. Yes, there will be one eventually, but it will probably be a wait. The advantages to buying a hard copy of a book are obvious anyway, I don’t have to tell the reader what they are.

So, imagine having to pay around $200-300 USD to have a book properly formatted for all these reader platforms and being lucky to make it back. You can’t? As my grandfather once said, “I don’t know what to tell you.” I always wanted to be a bush pilot too, but…

Thanksgiving, the Studebakers, & Schuyler Colfax

1833 must have been quite a year in what was then Michigan and today in Northern Indiana. The borders were finalized several contentious decades later. Today, I spent Thanksgiving dinner with my mother and brother at what was once the Studebaker mansion, built in the 1880s, an enormous structure made of blocks of granite, slate, slabs of pink, Italian marbles, and an awful lot of precious woods, a Victorian nightmare, but pleasant. Not more than a block over is the site of where Schuyler Colfax’s home once stood. He was one of those fortune seekers who came to the area after 1833–1836 in fact, and he began in nearby New Carlisle–and a fortune he did make, mainly through his first newspaper here in South Bend.

In time he became involved in politics, finding himself engaged with the Whig Party which collapsed and regrouped with other factions including the Know-nothings (ancestors of the Tea Party, also not a real party, more a bunch of flailing idiots) into the Republican Party. As anyone can guess, with all their race-baiting from the opposite side of history, today’s GOP isn’t the party of Lincoln by any stretch of the imagination. But there are some core aspects that have never changed, mainly an element of corruption.

What was Colfax really famous for? Maybe that’s asking the wrong question when we should be asking what was his most significant contribution to American history? During the Civil War, Colfax was a major leader in the GOP and served as the Speaker of the House. It was because of him that the 13th Amendment abolishing slavery and granting blacks the right to vote got passed. Without his vote it never would have passed and it might have taken a generation or more before blacks would at least have that right enshrined in the Constitution of the United States, if not in practice. That would take another century, and the voting rights of black Americans and a variety of other vulnerable groups are under vicious attack from the right and the apparent indifference of the Democratic Party. Such are the death throes of white supremacy, but it’s still a dangerous situation for anyone who values living in a democracy.

And so, as we sat over our Thanksgiving meal, a good meal at that, I was given to these thoughts, and others, thinking of what we leave behind. Colfax, you see, is remembered more for a scandal that grew from corruption that began under the Lincoln administration (there were no regulations–eat it, Libertarians) involving the creation of the Union Pacific railroad. I won’t go into the details, but the backroom deals Colfax and many other members of Congress were involved in here was revealed in 1872 and called the “Crédit Mobilier” scandal because it involved a French bank. This business model allowed the winning bidders for the contract to build the western-half of the transcontinental railroad to pay themselves several times, from several different directions. It was a cunning business model that had never been tried in America, more Old World corruption infecting the body politic, and lining the pockets of scum. The congressmen involved all got stock in the company. Colfax was one of them. His problem in 1872 was that he was Vice President to former general and current president, Ulysses S. Grant. The scandal tainted both men’s reputations. This dark halo around them has continued into the present.

But Colfax has a street named after him here and many other fixtures in the community which are still associated with his legacy and name, and people still go to see Grant’s tomb, in recognition that nothing is pure, but that we should take what we can get. I have sat in the carriage that President Lincoln was ferried to Ford’s Theater, where he sat. You begin to realize as you grow older that these things took place yesterday and that these were people like ourselves. There are always things to be thankful for. Enjoy them. Happy Thanksgiving, now hit the vomitoriums!

The proof arrived…

It looks pretty good, no real errors but my own. I’ll decide tonight whether to go back and fix a few minor things, or not, tonight. The cover design which is based on a Medieval woodcut came out excellent with its full impact intact, and the text itself looks pretty good, pretty much as expected. The book itself is a little heavy physically, but I consider it something related to crime reference books. There are some similarities to Jay Robert Nash, more in some of the presentation, some of the approach, and because of the array of primary materials. But I also think it has some relation to that type of writing because I leave plenty of signposts for others to continue on from, if they so wish to.

A few copies will be going out to media and a few watchdogs, a few others, for now. There will be no signed copies unless someone can give me a good reason to. I’ve been getting the request from a few people. A little hint: shipping costs money and the book itself weighs-in on the hefty end of the scale, so do the math, it’s not economical, or logical. I kind of get why people would want this, however, a piece of history, but it’s not flattering when you barely know them and there’s a weird expectation that I need to bend over backwards, I will not. All that aside, I’m indifferent about it.

For example, I kept the layout standard, roughly 8″ X 11″ in order to preserve the original layouts of the original, excerpted (and in-full) documents, sometimes emails, as much as possible. There were still times that I had to reformat, where I was left with no other choice, more often in the email correspondence, sometimes from official documents. None of their content has been altered. Imagine how long it would be at 6″ X 9″–close to one thousand pages. There were a number of logical and practical reasons to go with the dimensions and formatting that I did.

I should have a tentative release date in a few days. God bless us–everyone–and happy holidays, even to the assholes out there.

Finally, I noticed in the DCist today that Montgomery Blair Sibley (former DC Madam counsel) is still doing filings contesting the validity of President Obama’s birth certificate. There are better ways now, especially after the GOP got trounced so badly in the national elections, to find another drum to beat. There are plenty of social causes that need attention now. Why not go out and learn a little about OWS?