To My Friends from the Vietnam War–Mostly Black and Therefore Mostly Dead

That sounds very hostile, although it isn’t. Our poisonous environment is more poisonous to non-whites because the white population has had more time to physically adapt to a progressively poisonous environment. We Vietnam veterans–the ones in range of Agent Orange, I mean, not “Vietnam era” veterans–also have tended to die younger. Quite probably I have epilepsy because I lived in military housing. Lead pipes in the water system affect some people more than others, and I have a progressive disease that prevents the body from manufacturing protein, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Type 7; extreme light sensitivity, fragile skin, easily bruised, many sprained ankles and wrists in childhood, hyperextension of course [that’s why the common types are grouped under “double-jointed” and don’t generally present much if any of a problem; modern estimates are that WAS–whites, more or less; the Dutch however for instance were not prone to it), hair half the diameter of the normal human’s, fragile fingernails and toenails…and at my age I’ve progressed to blood blisters; there are more lovely details if you wish to look them up and…I have every bloody one of them and I’m 67–the significance of that you can find by looking it up). World War 1 ships also had lead–and asbestos. The USS Oklahoma City (CLG-5*) ComSeventhFlt flagship in the Vietnam war was built in World War I. That’s why it had the conning tower (lookout for submarines, pre-sonar) that I climbed in a typhoon illegally and then was sent out on the ((awash)) main deck to dog something down that would have probably sunk the ship–I’ve also never been seasick and was basically the only person they thought could do it. Illegally, since I wasn’t a bosun’s mate and was under special orders.

*There have been quite a few “USS Oklahoma City” ships; I know one was a destroyer and another a submarine; ours was sunk in target practice. One reason may have been the ship’s log book (I used it for writing notes) that I threw overboard after finding they were photographing it, since I knew things I had no direct answer to except very complicated and complex thought, a level of thought previously thought impossible; it definitely wasn’t psychic.

They didn’t want you to know why I got that traffic checker job at 18, less than a year out of boot camp (I was E3 when I got out of boot camp; I was never a Seaman Apprentice, E2, and therefore could automatically go to an “A” school. They gave me four six year options that were mechanically-oriented. The two things I was never good at was mechanicking [obs. word] and math. I was in the top .1% in every other subject in high school, including those I hadn’t (formally) studied. The fifth was Radioman. The main elements to that were tuning radios (much more difficult then; as I recall SSB radar was just being developed and MOSFETs (a hybridized analog-digital power supply) had just been developed. That means a hybrid between solid state and tube-centered circuitry. Power generation also generates heat which solid state circuits don’t tolerate well) and typing at least 35 wpm. I was the fastest first-year typist Oak Harbor High School had ever had. My speed was 75 wpm. So when they introduced us to the class and the two main requirements, I started laughing hysterically. My father was an electronics technician who worked on machines no one else in the world can (hint; that’s why I was so eager for computer simulacrums of flying airplanes–my astigmatism is so bad I can’t)…yeah, flight trainers. In the mid-60s. Fun, but I couldn’t do instruments-only with no training and there really are what seems like a thousand gauges, switches, levers, handles and assorted paraphernalia in a crowded cockpit that was big. That also involved multi-band radios; I even had one so I could for one thing accurately check the time.

So my class took those two tests and failed them. Well, I didn’t. Most of the time I was supposedly in school I was doing what I wanted, including The Writings of Mao Tse Tung.[Anglicization spelling of ‘Tse’ has changed.] Someone transparently a spook and supposedly a student asked me about that and asked to borrow the book when I was done. The notes I left in the book indicated I was studying his tactics and prejudices. Prejudice is the step before judgment; it is the assumptions/presumptions/more accurately ‘a priori’s. A prioris if you prefer. Causation is the easiest one to indicate. It can’t be proven–it can’t even be tested, so it’s a hypothesis that lies at the root of all rationalist thought. Logic reflects the workings of the human brain with its associated lingual systems, not a necessary attribute of the outside world. I got drunk a lot. I got high a lot. Oh, one of the reasons I kept on reading that book during “A” school was that it required a Secret clearance; being in the Radioman Division of the Okie City required a Top Secret clearance; being a traffic checker proofreading the weekly state-of-the-war report [ComSeventhFlt–>CincPacFlt–>JCS–Richard Nixon] required a Top Secret Crypto* clearance. [Crypto is cryptography or encoding/decoding material sent in a manner designed to be illegible to outside interception of any given signal, in addition to any other method already in force; that particular matter I cannot address directly further. Still. I found that out when I realized I could force the government to reconsider my petition for compensation.

A lot but not all of you knew that. I was the one who stated at the end of 1972 “I don’t want any more racial incidents while I’m on this ship. If you’re gonna do it, do it after I’m gone or you’ll pay for it.” A cursory examination reveals that December 1972-August 1975 there weren’t any. I cannot say why except posthumously and for a number of reasons. I will give an example of why; the Navy decided to put in my service jacket, as accessible to the VA, that I was ‘suspected of using drugs.’ When they gave me the traffic checker job they told me I’d be followed in (nearly) every foreign port other than home port, Yokosuka. I was. I must admit I’m not sure about Olongapo, but I was in Manila. And of course I wouldn’t do drugs with that high a clearance. Well, unless they had told me I could and obviously they wouldn’t do that. For one thing, I’d have to know when the drug tests were going to happen, and even more obviously they couldn’t and wouldn’t do that. The NSA wouldn’t admit I worked for them until last year; both Vietnam and my enlistment ended in 1975 and I have had no means of accessing classified materials since then. I’ll also admit that I have knowledge of both old a current classified data, all obtained legitimately given that it’s accepted I’m a genius. Although I couldn’t find it (expectedly) on the internet, one person I know of answered all of the questions correctly on a Stanford-Binet Intelligence Quotient test correctly in 1978. I’d been noticed already because of the education tests I alluded to. My high school, as I recall, actually got reissued (a different version of) that test because of an anomaly. I also had read more books in the public and high school libraries than any other person had; a directive had just been used to tell the FBI about heavy readers who included in their reading material that might be useful to ‘terrorists or enemies’.

Two weeks before I took it, our sociology teacher told the class that all the questions on the Stanford-Benet could never be answered correctly because of the control question, which was developed by scientists using computers. To do that and answer all the other questions correctly “couldn’t be by chance.” It was a multiple choice test with 4 possible answers.

When I told him I was going to go take it (after he’d told me the only free way I could take it, at a military recruiter’s office) he said, “Glenn, be sure you don’t answer all the questions correctly!”

“Okay.” I thought he must be joking because it was impossible. When I told him he looked sad and a bit angry at and for me but didn’t say anything. “But I thought you were joking, I didn’t think I could! You said it was impossible” and he shook his head and walked away. He was the one who talked to me about the year when I deliberately got a “C” average. I never studied. I never took homework home with me. I did it at school except the few things that had to be done outside school (because they couldn’t be done inside, like the little book we were supposed to make using periodicals’ photo clippings and our own words. I kept putting it off. The teacher harassed me after a couple of weeks, so I did it in one night and showed it to her. She thought it was great. She was furious when I handed her what she’d seen as the project, because I hadn’t spent more time (although I got an “A”).

Put that together with I also went to boot camp for 13 weeks not 12 and it turned out when I got to “A” school that had it been 12 weeks I’d have gone to Vietnam to be a Marine radioman, the #! target in patrol squads (then medic then Lt. J.G.) and instead I went to the command ship for that war. It seems they were expecting me to go there for quite a long time. It was a Navy family, too, and my grandfather, adopted father, brother, brother in law all had TS clearances, although none as high as mine.

That’s why I seemed so strange, guys. And I couldn’t talk about my job other than the mechanics associated with it because I knew too much data, more than any other enlisted man in that war and probably more than anyone else in the world–by virtue of clearance, too, but more because I was allowed to use Navy communications to do research. That still astonishes me, because “Need To Know” is the first step in acquisition of classified data. That was what told me DIA and NSA were aware of me. Well, that and the message I sent to Kissinger and a 2 and 1/2 page ‘note’ that was sent up the chain of command. It contained what I thought needed to be done in communications (just one thing), observations on matters connected with the war, and how to placate Mao. Russia and the U.S. were terrified by them.

Almost everything I knew about the war would have been repeated if I’d told it, and I was the only possible source of a lot of it (most officers knew only a tiny bit of what I did, and Admiral Steele was well aware of me. Although I’d forgotten about it (when the admiral entered a compartment, “Attention on Deck!” and everyone jumped to their feet, but that alerted me he was there, so it only happened once when he entered Main Com and I was there) he used to watch me traffic check. My proofread/read wpm was over 3000 words a minute on single-column message drafts (the source for messages from a given officer to another military person, which then had to be typed on a teletype to generate paper tape which was what the input for communications radios was) and I at first could read a page of the draft and then proof an equal amount of data; however, it employed the second kind of short-term memory and burned it out, so it ended up being about a quarter of a page and even sometimes line-by-line.

So that’s the beginning of something I apparently need to write, and I cannot afford the assumption that I have enough time to seek publication. I’m (as I alluded earlier in suggested reading) on Nature’s death row. I’m also walking while having a disease that stops most people from walking at around 50. There’s simply no way to tell, except that blood blisters like I get are from ruptured veins. The usual COD is a stroke or heart attack caused by EDS (Ehlers-Danlos) 7 for those of us who have it.

I cannot write more at this time.

June 16, 2021 at 8:01 am Leave a comment

Well…we are starting a script the first version of which battles would be the one to spark a world nuclear war.

The first one to mention it in unclassified circles was in the late 1970s, and Putin actually stated he intends to use nuclear weapons against a “minor war, like one with the Ukraine”–he shared the fascination that Trump had and has regarding usage of them.

Prior to that was the realization that a nuclear war might well make humanity extinct because of radiation’s effect on the gene structure. If not extinct, I noted as well that ‘civilization’ [city-based society] would almost undoubtedly disappear and soon after that sapience. The first absolute need for any society is to have means of keeping knowledges of various types, first through repeated chants (poetry theoretically came to being because remembering is easier if kept through repeated chants and easier still if the material is rhymed–there is a vast difference, however between that state and the ability to create semi-permanent records [there is absolutely no record of anything being permanent–entropy is the current most destructive factor–“heat death”–but the trail can easily be followed with only cursory knowledge of history that leads to a realization that our chief knowledge of time is through the degradation of objects, whether living or dead, referring to the Catholic Church’s longstanding prohibition of printing presses (in the 1960s it was noted that European occurences of the “invention of the printing press” happened at least three times, happened during the First Renaissaince, in Italy, somewhere else that was absolutely vulnerable to the Church, and of course at the beginning of, well, The Renaissance. Mind you, the Chinese had their version millenia before that and it’s extremely likely Japan had them a bit over a thousand years prior–somewhere between 400 and 600 A.D.

The point of all that is that language itself as we know it depends on reliable long-term storage. Without it, all but the simplest forms of knowledge would fall by the wayside. A graphic example of this is high school subjects and in particular manipulation of accepted history. I didn’t bother with the quotes.

This is what it means. Within two generations of loss of long-term storage, easily-accessible knowledge, language becomes progressively quicker degradation. Almost all “hard”–tough and comprehensive–knowledge will have disappeared. In the absence of religion, compulsion to follow protocols is basically non-existent except as based on fear. Those two factors alone indicate rapid failure of language as we know it, and the rapid disappearance of “law and order”. And that means losing the ability to use metals above brass and copper. Mind you, there’s the minor problem that by that time the necessary temperatures won’t be achievable other than by parabolic mirrors (just possibly) because all known surface mines for coal no longer exist. Tar is a bit difficult to use as a heating source, and distilling it by means of fractioning is hard without steel. And a few other things are as well, like transparent glass which has a non-wavy surface, tools in general, electrical or petroleum-powered engines, bearings…you know, basically all the things we really couldn’t do without.

A hundred years without that storage nearly ensures that nothing we know as essential will have survived because of the knowledge needed and the lack of ability to ensure its survival. I could go on but it only gets more sickening, especially in light of the fact that catastrophe appears to be both unavoidable and soon to happen. However, there should be surface coal sources appearing right now because of the rise in temperature in particular at the Poles. I’m not going to attempt to announcing anything that isn’t my opinion, because I do attempt to use empirical methods. I don’t know any facts.

And I’m dying relatively rapidly in a lot of pain, mostly due to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Type 7). That means I can’t pretend to keep up with the questions for me on Quora, although I do attempt to do my best. Mind you, I’m 67, a Vietnam Vet and before that a dependent who for one thing spent a lot of time next to military air fields and then after that was the Rogue Valley, well known for high pollution levels, especially since one of the ‘superhighways’ (I-5) runs through it under a nearly constant atmospheric inversions which trap temperature, pollution and particulate matter. Whidbey Island at the time I left it didn’t have severe pollution problems. Since then the traffic has has at least tripled and the actual travel rate (not the speed limit) has dropped by half, which increases pollution from the given vehicle a lot.

I also lived in Japan for six years. The four years of service during Vietnam I was home-ported on the outskirts of Tokyo, as a dependent there (Japan) the pollution wasn’t nearly as bad; it was very bad six years later. Running out of ability to simply write for hours on end. Pardon me, I ran out of it.

April 9, 2021 at 8:20 pm Leave a comment

Some Forthoughts (Forwards?) never mind I got it; “FORE!!)

A society is a structured group among beings at least somewhat organized and that’s done with language. In all cases we know the proximate cause was need occasioned by too dense a population (of similar beings) with respect to the supplies available.

That’s the first thing because I wanted to get that written down as one of the possible beginnings I pondered with respect to yet another attempt at the ‘same’ book. I can’t fidget anymore. I’m dying. Don’t begin to feel sorry for me; Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome 7 has had me in constant pain since I was 30. At least when the epilepsy started it wasn’t hard to identify, nor was the PTSD even before the first claim was filed, in fact long before I got out of the Navy. It’s gotten worse with every day. I also shattered my left shinbone in a motorcycle accident which was set crooked and twisted by the VA (due to the PTSD and not an interesting story).

I attempted suicide a number of times. It accomplished a whole lot! Every time I fucked myself up a bit more and didn’t come close to succeeding.

Whatever whomever knows me, rejoice! I’m getting my just deserts, whether you prefer reward for me or punishment, it will be both.


March 1, 2021 at 12:21 am Leave a comment

An Interesting Picture

As I said, I once worked for the NSA. You may have to hunt for that…

February 28, 2021 at 10:39 pm Leave a comment

When a thing gets confused with its name

Little hope remains.

February 4, 2021 at 11:53 pm Leave a comment

Steps Toward Relativity

The assignment of meaning using language1 is both flawed and necessary.

However, it has one fatal flaw. It is at best clumsy with any completely new subject, particularly one that is physical but of an ‘indeterminable’ object, process or valuation.-69*

1  The superset of language is a representational system. The set itself is such a system devised with one purpose intended; communication. It evidently–pardon me, in the few cases we’ve observed the transition to “formal’ [perceptible by humans] of that given set–began with necessary group activities, from killing huge beasts to ascribing (for instance) all possible allowable activity. If it is a language in actual use (not a ‘dead’ language) this means that it is relativistic because in this area that’s adaptation’s name and because if it weren’t it would implicitly be to the detriment of rather than the establishment and maintenance of life, societal definition and a few thousand other such things.

That 69 thing is funny and inane; I won’t remove or repeat it. It should have been superscript 1, of course.

February 1, 2021 at 4:48 am Leave a comment

Heroin and Japan

Your specs for Japan on heroin are not very accurate because the Japanese government tries to absolutely control any drugs viewed as addictive. I don’t think you lived there. I did.

January 10, 2021 at 9:05 pm Leave a comment

About Richard Nixon and Donald “Donny” Trump

Nixon largely wasn’t delusional, except in thinking what power could accomplish despite rationality. He was sane enough that when a rational exit from the Vietnam War was presented to him, he immediately took it. I think that he simply wasn’t educated/intelligent enough to accept a list of things that had to be done to avoid and avert a nuclear war because of China, Mao and Kissinger’s “Sleeping Giant” analogy and associated protocols, which were largely aggressive/hostile; protocols based on territorially-based fear, which is something at the very basis of language [communication-centered representative systems devised and maintained for the purpose of group or at least “largely” controlled actions by setting definitions and consequent valuations and maintaining their stability–generally to the point of extension into legality. I’m still bemused once in a while, wondering where Nixon’s point of balance, means of determination of correctness of course, value system in terms of expectable consequences to given actions, method of determination of correct protocols and procedures–where that was or could have been. It took no pressure for him to accept the explanation of why it would be utterly proper to simply end the war while noting (in his speech announcing the ending) something along the lines that ‘honor would be preserved for both sides’–instead, he used the exact wording of the military enlisted man who was the origin of that short note–after having been warned in the same note not to use that wording. For one thing, a very important one, “face” is simply not “honor”; that was used solely for explanation. Nixon also acted on advice; whether or not he did so properly is another matter.

Trump is irrational. This was startlingly evident in the days of his television show and in many tales of his past, present and future. He is incapable of empathy; I don’t think that can be said of Nixon, who was simply a weak man put in a basically impossible situation. The war had been won. Had the winner declared it, at the same time that nation would have implicitly declared itself an imperialist power. Instead, there was a continuing search for years for a rational way out.

At the beginning Trump openly searched for a way to legitimately use nuclear weapons (roughly, “What are they for if you don’t use ’em?” to paraphrase his attitude). It appeared to me that he discussed with Putin what his means of retention of power might be in the U.S. I’ve seen no other mention of this, so I’m broaching that matter in exactly that way; it could well have been misapprehension on my part. That his modern heroes did in fact secure retention of power leads me to suspect I could have been correct. It does not lead me to believe that I am. For one thing, the minor research I’ve done on the man indicates he is irrational, not least because of his father and consequent upbringing. To cast aspersions for that on him (the victim) is verging on irrationality itself. However, isolation from holding power in any way for him ever again–is strongly indicated. Behaviorism itself [determinism by means of clearly indicated ’causes’ as delineated according to a course of belief commonly termed ‘knowledge’] indicates that after a certain point it is nearly impossible for an individual [beginning on the multicellular animal level, at the very least] to act against training that equates to survival protocols. Again, he isn’t to be blamed. If anything Donald Trump and his followers are to be pitied…if, that is, they don’t succeed in overwhelming our bastions of the somewhat-sane. Should they, nuclear war is expectable as a minor first effect.

State schools rewrite history, yes. Why has it apparently occurred to no one that belief-centered schooling (religious and extremist political groups, basically), sheltered from any scholastically-centered [“academic”] studies is virtually guaranteed to have many more errors than anything which is even loosely centered about the empirical method? The moment the word “proof” occurs, the “scientific” method has entirely been abandoned. Hypothesis>Theory>FULL STOP. Even if you could be present at every occurrence of a given event or sequence of events, and the prediction offered by means of the given theory was correct each and every time–that would not constitute “proof”. You cannot separate cause and effect. In fact, “cause” itself is a theory. The pool ball “wants” to go toward its target, it isn’t caused to do so; prove I’m wrong.

At the wrong end of the cosmos (that’s irony, folks), come people like Donny. Mr. Trump may be more properly viewed as victim rather than ghoul or perpetrator. I don’t know, to be honest. What I do know is that he’s dangerous, and worse than that proud of it. From personal experience, that last is good for no one. I really feel sympathy for him, but I’d be as likely to show it to him as I’d be to show it to a rattlesnake or Komodo Dragon. Donald would interpret sympathy or empathy only as weakness, because he’s been trained that way.

His attraction to others is precisely that of a sideshow at a circus, and as meaningful. However, the success of his attraction is exactly as horribly meaningful as was the attraction of Hitler. Note the homicidal tendencies of his followers, to boot. That he should have come to power ranks exactly with Dunkirk as to the species-ending capabilities of the “media”–those who make their living by amplifying anything which might catch attention, endlessly, at ever-increasing volume and ever-decreasing judgement or even sanity.

January 8, 2021 at 10:44 pm Leave a comment

An Update and Then…to Progress

I’ve been rather silent. I spent 10 months in motels while owning and paying for a townhouse (so that my wife [now ex, thank God] could live in her accustomed style, more or less). I lost 2 computers over that time–Hard Drive crash and then physical crash (dropped) on my nice Dell AIO and then there was the HP/Compaq ex-military one that lost the hard drive and right now won’t even power on. It was an inexpensive refurbished one, though; no bitterness here.

The divorce is over. She got over twice I did out of the settlement. I’m not in debt, and I had enough left over after settling MY credit cards to buy a travel trailer for $8,000 in cash. I can’t begin to claim I have the faintest idea of what her finances are or were in light of the fact that when divorce proceedings began her indebtedness was at $52,000 (roughly) and at the end of the proceedings at about twice that with undeclared debts. Don’t presume that this is notice of my making a decision as to the validity or worth of her various decisions, because I simply don’t comprehend her system of valuation and consequent assigned protocols. I can’t judge her daughter because I simply don’t know her; I willingly admit that this is largely due to a decision of mine decades ago that I would not under any circumstances involve myself in a social or quasi-social venue with her. Thank God.

I’m going to add a short squib that signals the attempted direction of the rest of this blog.

Language is a representative system. The most special and definitive thing about it is that it is a representative system designed solely for quick and fairly reliable communication. It looks like for us (homo sapiens, so to speak) that was to allow group coordination on the slaughter of many small or a few large sources of protein/meat. This allows coordination along with the presentation of valuations (by means of lingual definition of a given ‘object’) that basically imposes a series of protocols.

January 8, 2021 at 12:54 am Leave a comment

About Upgrading to Pro from Home (win)

I don’t want to cut-and-paste the article for a number of reasons. If you have Home and do the $99 upgrade to Pro, and your “product number”–always located on the bottom, so things are nice and easy–suddenly becomes invalid, read this carefully and try it. The generic product number there worked for me. My product number was on a newly-bought (and recently made, theoretically–no, hypothetically, sorry) HP computer. I just now used the one given there, and I’m no longer being harassed by that message on all screens except streamed stuff, “Your Windows product number is invalid, please correct”. That isn’t the exact message except in meaning.


December 31, 2020 at 1:34 pm Leave a comment

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