The so-called world map of Piri Reis (a Turkish admiral who was executed for his alarming competence: that’s how politics works) was created in about 1512. It not only features an Antarctica whose existence no human being yet suspected—so we’re told—but it details rivers and mountain ranges with a precision whose truth could only be verified a few years ago and with the help of LIDAR. The map shouldn’t exist. Mainstream science and history can offer no explanation of why it does.
The Egyptian Pyramids have long been said by mainstream historians to be the tombs of Pharaohs, yet not a single corpse has ever been recovered from one. Intricate shafts, too narrow for a human to pass through, have lately been identified in some of these structures. The history books continue to insist that human labor piled block upon multi-ton block in the construction process by methods which would have been wholly impracticable. For that matter, no one can explain how the massive stone blocks were moved dozens of miles from their quarry, any more than the same question can be answered of the megaliths at Stonehenge.
There is substantial, nearly incontrovertible evidence that the Egyptians visited Australia… and that the Maya had a presence in southeastern states like Georgia, and that the Cherokee and other tribes are descended from peoples originating in the Spanish peninsula who island-hopped to the Western Hemisphere during the last Ice Age. Yet college textbooks and professional conferences ban such viewpoints from presentation.
The Moon is an entirely unique sort of satellite in our solar system. No other so nearly approaches the size of its parent planet nor holds such a precisely circular orbit so happily coordinated with the planet’s own plain of orbit around the Sun. Geological evidence contradicts the theory that the two bodies split apart and recondensed after a catastrophic meteoric event, and no computer model can reproduce the supposed path of evolution; yet this is the “story” confidently purveyed by PBS, the History Channel, and every other approved mouthpiece of the science establishment.
I had an early insight into how academe worked when I attempted to publish an article explaining a passage in Virgil’s Aeneid wherein the poet supposedly forgets the strand of his narrative. I pointed out that if a certain word is translated in a certain fairly orthodox way, then all the trouble disappears. The article was rejected: the reason offered was that Virgil himself doesn’t use this word in this way in any other passage. So… because exceptional choices must not take place in a creative mind, according to the “scholars”, the poet remains a clumsy hack whose instances of ineptitude they have cleverly ferreted out.
I haven’t trusted “scholarship” or “science” fully for a long time, and I trust it less and less as I age. I won’t bore my readers with another recitation of the events surrounding the “Phoenix Lights” incident of March 13, 1997. Enough to say that an object or objects was or were videotaped by dozens and seen by hundreds in the air space of northern Arizona describing maneuvers of which no manmade craft is supposed to be remotely capable. Governor Fife Symington himself saw some of the spectacle, vowed to research it, tastelessly disparaged it a few days later, and recently admitted that he was pressured by authorities (whom he did not identify) to make the uproar “go away”. For its part, the military labeled the events a product of “signal flares”—an explanation patently contradicted by the video evidence of ordinary citizens. The timing of whatever flares were dropped that night in fact suggests that jets were scrambled to scatter flares in response to the mysterious lights: i.e., our designated protectors almost at once focused their attention of plausible cover-up.
People in positions of authority and prestige lie to us all the time. It has always been so, no doubt; but the consequence of being lied to have never been so dire. We no longer live under a monarchy—though, at this rate, we shall soon have something of that species lording it over us. We cannot make wise or even adequate choices about our high-tech, progressive culture’s future when the evidence supplied to us is not only too arcane for our understanding, but deliberately twisted to manipulate us toward a certain conclusion. The intellectual inertia and self-serving “review process” inherent in the pompous academic world are bad enough; but when we are required to cast a vote on issues not involving where ancient Egyptian ships traveled, but where our taxes and our children will travel, misinformation is criminal, and may be lethal.
Yet I despair of our adequacy to the task. A couple of weeks ago, I watched an admittedly somewhat sensationalized hour documentary about the Yeti (a.k.a. the Abominable Snowman). I didn’t dismiss the opening claims out of hand. Why should I? Is an Asian Bigfoot so very hard to imagine? The vast majority of Americans who chortle and rail at Sasquatch reports inhabit cities where they might see a squirrel twice a week and a raccoon once a month (hopefully not a rat once a day). Their eagerness not to fall out of step with the “scientific consensus” trumps any faint awareness they may have of their own practical limitations in judging what kind of life a dense, remote forest could support. Ninety-five percent of Sasquatch reports, to be sure, may readily be classed as misidentifications or hoaxes. The reminding five percent… well, that’s about the same proportion of times that a poet might use a trite word in a slightly daring sense.
I hate living in a world where the five percent is airbrushed away, on grounds of statistical irrelevance. The ability to recognize an aberration and then to account for it without dismissing it in veiled mockery could be a possible definition of intelligence.
It could also, alas, define incipient lunacy. Back to the Yeti “documentary”. Despite an initial regard for objective methodology, the presentation seemed to worry over its “entertainment value”. The ante in the hour-long game of marvels kept rising. Yeti doesn’t just inhabit the Himalayas: no, he’s here, in Northern California (like everything else weird). Has anyone seen him? Why, yes: a man garbed in a dress with waist-length hair in a bun and go-everywhere tattoos who has “written a book”. Could the “investigative team” find any evidence corroborating his claim? No, none; so… so, you know, this might be telling us that the Yeti is a “spirit being” who can travel through time portals! Why not? Native Americans tell tales of just such a being….
I find myself circling back to last week’s post—to the dismal conclusion that we’re constantly being forced into one of two camps. Either you accept that the World Trade Center was destroyed exactly as given out… or you’re an Al Qaeda sympathizer. Either you accept that the Second Amendment is outdated… or you’re a child-killer. Either you acknowledge that manmade climate change will render the planet lifeless in about a decade… or you’re a mass murderer; or either you agree that our chemically saturated, EMR-immersed living environment is perfectly safe and really quite pleasant… or else you’re a green wacko who thinks that trees deserve the right to vote.
Perhaps the next step beyond our inability to sort through all the lies we’re told is a resignation to the “good lies” that support “our side”. But do you really believe that there’s any dividing line other than that separating truth from untruth? If so, welcome to the future.