Chiseled Bits: The 70s
Random thoughts from a slightly-randomized mind
Thanks in part to Daylight Saving Time (that vile Globalist psy-op which I have discussed here ad nauseum) and my own inability to reign in my mind from time to time (need to buckle-down on my meditation commitments), I have been unable to sleep during normal hours of late. This has generated boatloads of random brain-shavings, which have served to feed the insomnia while also making it difficult to focus on writing full-length articles.
Today? It’s the 1970s intruding upon my mellow vibes. As I said... ‘random.’
Because I am a generous cat who simply loves to share, I figured if I have to endure this nonsense… so do you. Oh well - maybe it’ll provoke in you an equally-random thought or two, or perhaps even provide a smidgen of entertainment. If so, my work here is done.
So, here you go - you’re welcome, and I’m sorry…
- The always wonderful
dropped a poignant YouTube link in the comments of the latest Three-Dot Tablet. In it, mainstream ‘journalist’ (not using the word ironically this time) Mike Wallace was eviscerating Authority over injuries which occurred due to the ‘swine flu’ vaccine program back in the 1970s; it was jarring, hearing such attacks coming from an established MSM mouthpiece.Which made me think: Can you imagine ANYONE in ‘mainstream news’ doing that today… and being celebrated for it? I cannot, and it makes me both sad and nostalgic.
We have lost something valuable - the ability to even remotely ‘trust’ anything from our current news media - and I am not certain we will ever get it back.
I have also been wondering if that event - the swine flu scare and corresponding vaccines - was not a test run for what we have been subjected to over the last four-plus years.
There are so many similarities - the initial panic produced by government and government-tied entities (especially the CDC), the Bolshevik-styled propaganda to get people to take the jab-of-the-moment, the resulting cover-up - that the notion of calling it all ‘coincidence’ just seems insanely far-fetched.
Nope, I do not trust it…
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- I think George Harrison is the greatest Beatle, and I am willing to defend that hill with passion. Your thoughts may differ, however, so…
- I remember when the Watergate scandal was considered the height of political chicanery, and former President Richard M. Nixon was the poster child for corruption. Considering the last 35 years, however, ol’ ‘Tricky Dick’ and his little DNC HQ break-in seems positively quaint in comparison…
- Sidebar: In the last segment I was struggling to remember how to spell the word ‘height’; depressingly, I finally had to rely upon spellcheck.
Either my insomnia is becoming exceedingly obnoxious, or I might just be losing my damned mind…
- Folk singer Melanie passed away earlier this year, and I think her 1971 hit Brand New Key is grossly underappreciated. A bouncing little ditty, some have said it had sexual undertones while others think it paid homage to ‘light stalking;’ no matter to me, because from where I sit it is a joy-inducing tune that always brings about a smile when I hear it.
As such, let us take a moment to remember Melanie…
RIP, songbird…
- Here in America, we are two years away from celebrating our 250th birthday as (theoretically) a Republic. The last time we marked a major anniversary was in 1976, and our nation was in a pretty dark place politically, fiscally, and culturally; it was a lot like today’s times, truth be told, and in retrospect the ‘celebration’ then was overall pretty grim.
What happens over the next few months will help determine whether the coming milestone is as equally grim… or if we will even still have a nation left to celebrate…
- If it hadn’t been for Chris Chambliss, I remain convinced that the Kansas City Royals would have gone on to win their first World Series in 1976 instead of nine years later; because of that, I - to this day - despise the Yankees.
I know that is completely irrelevant, except that it is a memory from my youth and it happened in the 70s and also the start to the regular season of baseball is just around the corner. So you know, maybe not completely irrelevant…
- As this is a collection of thoughts about the 1970s, it would be heretical and blasphemous - and maybe even sacrilegious - to fail to mention Stevie Nicks, because… well, it is Stevie Friggin’ Nicks.
Rock on, gold dust woman…
- When you realize that Linda Blair was only twelve years old when filming the 1973 film The Exorcist, and you consider some of the utterly vile scenes she had to endure? You better understand that there are elements of Hollywood which have always treated children in an abhorrent manner; as such, the recent accusations against Nickelodeon should really surprise no one.
What should surprise - and disgust - people is the fact there are tens of millions of individuals who still support these monsters, by giving said-monsters their hard-earned money voluntarily…
- The 1970s were also about rotary wall-phones and analog televisions with (depending on where you lived) two-to-six static-charged channels, Polaroid instant cameras and transistor radios, natural cloud-coverage and vinyl records.
Honestly? The older I get, the more I appreciate the Luddites…
- And I think that is a good place to close this smattering of whateverness; thanks again, for hanging out and tolerating my occasional shenanigans.
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I often think of growing up in the 70s and not having a care in the world back then. Talking with my folks however, I know of the not so great things they were dealing with. The threat of nuclear war, raising kids in a terrible economy, the things our parents didn't have to explain to us because we didn't know about them. We were somewhat sheltered unlike kids today with access to instantaneous information. I guess what I'm trying to say is that ignorance was bliss back then.
That said we did have to be resourceful and think for ourselves a lot or I did anyway which did get me in trouble from time to time but it molded us in to what we are today. Made for this point in time?, maybe.
I do miss the world I knew back then. Simpler times when I didn't know what was going on and didn't care.
"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
Oscar Wilde