Back In My Day: Coal Country Heroes – Finale

As BIMD stories have been told, you may have begun to see the parallels between them as well as what you may have experienced in your life or happened in the lives of others during similar time periods and events. As has been noted, many of the featured people seized their opportunity to accomplish what was in their hearts and minds. Sometimes it would make an obvious mark on society or the world, other times it would be a quiet or thankless lift to others with needs without the world around them knowing or caring.

This story is kind of important in my opinion.

Which leads to…

Bands of Brothers and Sisters

What has struck me as vital to progress in the American experiment is the banding together of people with common purpose to achieve common goals, especially if the related achievements were honorable and positive for America. Which goes even further to buttress Q’s post of “They want you divided.” With that statement you not only learn that unity is extremely valuable, you learn we are at war within our own people due to the intentional sowing of seeds of discontent, lies and corruption. Throw in some MK and you have the recipe for disaster as a nation when other worldly national enemies are pulling the strings. To combat that, unity of purpose is critical.

The 6th Habit of Steven Covey’s 7 Habits of Highly Effective People is Synergy. This is the concept of 1 + 1 = 3 when fully committed by participants. Which simply means the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. As an example, a team with a common dedication to the mission of performing well together is always more dynamic than the best of individual players doing his/her own thing well.

That’s how it is with Bands of Brothers and Sisters.

Busting Stereotypes Created by Narrative Builders

My Coal Country Heroes of the highest order are the common men and women who worked in those forgotten camp towns and mines to help build America into the superpower it eventually became. The people who were used, denigrated, called hillbillies and worse by the self ordained elites of society. Some of those lesser respected common folks actually owned the businesses where some of the common folks worked. They knew what they knew and did not fall into the trap. As a result, a Band of Brothers and Sisters was created. This developed a key core group that drove each venture and industry to success through the synergy they created.

To understand better we have to go back to the beginning. Most Coal Country inhabitants were in America because their ancestors left oppression and famine in their native European lands. Others who also worked in the holes were from Africa, whose descendants were captured and sold as cattle in slave markets, some by their own nation’s rulers. The cabal’s minions never bother telling you that in their polished, narrative defining history accounts. Nor do they discuss that people of all skin colors worked side by side in these Coal Country environments. Depending on the state and number of active mining operations, 20-33% of the workforce in general was African American. Sure, there were advantages to being a Caucasian in a nation with laws and regulations that were still in the infancy stage of reform from the result of the Civil War. However, common decency and support of one another was how it was on the ground in those areas. The simple facts were it was difficult, back breaking work that paid comparatively well. A man could provide for his family by being a miner. Since they all knew each other’s families, community was built to support one another.

As a personal example, my Papaw and Mamaw did not have a racist bone in their bodies. Nary a word or action ever to suggest such a thought or deed. My Papaw was the Superintendent over three mines for his company at one time before the Black Lung Disease struck him. My Mamaw taught all of the young kids, no matter the color of their skin. Whoever wanted to learn, she taught.

As one example, if my Caucasian Papaw had been racist, he would not have hired others with different skin colors as he frequently did. He would have not been the first person into a mine when there was trouble such as a tunnel collapse, flood or fire. Sort of like 9/11 with the FDNY and NYPD. They ran in while everybody else ran out. Nobody bothered to notice the skin color first. He was an Army veteran of WW I. Nobody was going down in the hole before him to inspect and determine the next steps. As Superintendent he did not have to do that and most with that title did not. He could have sent somebody else to do the dangerous job including people with different skin colors who would have done it to earn favor with the boss. He chose himself for the job.

It eventually cost him his health and his job. OSHA was not around in those days and it was just accepted that if you worked in a coal mine something negative would eventually happen to your health. There was no SSI and Medicaid to cover the financial and health cost. However, that’s what people who understand the Band of Brothers and Sisters do. Stand in the gap for each other and their people. The community would then rally around the injured and fallen to help whatever way they could.

You may ask how I “know” these things aside from personal observations and conversations with family and friends? It is a fair question. Much of the history of the Coal Country in my family’s region during the period is recorded in a book our family purchased 35 years ago that was prepared and published by a long term resident and historian. She solicited and received photos, newspaper accounts, company documents, etc. and published them with the archived local history and first hand accounts of residents from each community. In addition, copies of actual birth and death records from the counties and communities are provided going back to the late 1700’s. Families were listed with ages on census reports. The project took her over ten years to complete and publish. It is a treasure trove for genealogists.

Unionization

On its surface, unionization can be a quality response to oppression and danger within employment. I will not delve into government related unionization at this time, which is destructive and one of the worst things that was ever allowed to happened to our form of government. I really don’t know how we can talk about coal miners and not at least briefly discuss the United Mine Workers of America – the UMWA.

What a mess of a union

Back in the height of the underground coal mining years, the UMWA served an important role in racial relations as they were one of the first unions to offer membership to African Americans. As a result the standard of living for all workers elevated, the owners could not play games easily with union versus non-union and lock-outs. This gave the workers some say in how things went.

As the move away from underground mining increased, the union’s membership and power reduced. Down to about 10 K miners and nearly bankrupt a few years ago, they started working to unionize and represent other industry groups as well as the Navajo Nation. At one time it had become one of the more corrupt and violent unions in our country during its long history going back to 1890, which was formed from the merger of two other unions. It has in the neighborhood of 80 K members now that were needed to shore some 40-50 K of retirees’ pensions and medical plans. Which means the new members are covering the costs of old members because there was nothing left to pay out without growing the membership somehow.

If history is the best predictor of future behavior you already have a good indication of how it is going to work out for the younger members.

At its beginning the coal mining union movement had good intentions. However, over the ensuing years it became a money pot for corrupt leadership until it was all gone. Honest and reasonable relations with company owners would have benefitted all parties. Instead there was violence and strikes with threats to everybody involved. The owners would then go hard core with private security, lock-outs and scabs. That led to the union’s eventual near destruction as they cried wolf too many times along with using the threat of stopping production of a nationally necessary energy source through violent strikes. Business invests capital where it will bring the highest returns with the least hassle from the workforce and regulators. So strip mining, especially in western states, now dominates the coal industry. Needless to say that activity is not as manpower intensive even if it is the target of environmental wackos at times.

Along the way the UMWA lost influence with election outcomes with the dwindling numbers of miners and their ability to impact the economy. They were left used and abused. They fell for the same ole Uniparty Cabal manipulation. Nothing but money pits, votes and slaves for them to use just like the cartels, traffickers, sexual perverts, BLM, ANTIFA, etc. are today. That Band of Brothers and Sisters with its synergy was systematically destroyed.

For a good laugh, picture the beta males and woke population of today being compelled to go to work down in a dark hole with the coal miners of that day. Oh my…

The Moral of All BIMD Stories

If you have chosen to spend your time reading BIMD, I ask that you thoughtfully consider the ramifications of one important truth. We the People have been in a war for the soul of America since our founding. I pray for you to be granted wisdom and discernment so you will not be used for nefarious purposes no matter the personal cost. Character and integrity matter as you approach the Lord after your last breath here, especially when the Uniparty Cabal is trying to burn everything down to get their way.

The Uniparty Cabal is part of a larger, sinister worldwide group of people who use proven methods to gain wealth and power over others. It works something like the following with modifications as needed.

Identify a goal or mission; plan long term accomplishment of same; locate and/or develop the resources needed to accomplish it; seek out and convince like-minded others to join forces to accomplish the objective; use whatever tools necessary to convince common folks to join in (including, lies, manipulation, deception, brainwashing, blackmail, etc.); increase control and steal the created wealth; manipulate useful others to move on to other goals/missions/objectives; burn down the no longer viable project/industry/business/nation/community/etc.; employ cleaners in the military/law enforcement/legal/judiciary/government/media. Rinse and repeat.

Please do not participate. If you find yourself involved with them, leave immediately.

Back to the story, as for Coal Country folks of that day…

The Hillbilly Highway Called

Papaw and Dad were UMWA members. You had to be to receive a job in those days. I possess my father’s old union membership card along with an old blueprint he drew on a mine he surveyed and engineered. I remember him stating he never wanted anything to do with them, said he never went to a meeting.

The coal mining families became splintered as the mines were shut down and most left for the allure of manufacturing and construction jobs primarily in the Midwest. That Coal Country Band of Brothers and Sisters fell apart and relocated. That severely impacted families, friends, neighbors, businesses, schools, churches – everybody. Entire communities were left for dead as families had to uproot and move away from what they knew and the lands of their ancestors.

Let’s briefly summarize the Uniparty Cabal’s implementation of their plan so you do not miss a historical application. The buyers of our region’s mines were primarily from the northeast and Midwest. Once they bought, they would begin the process of shutting them down most of the time. Why? One major reason was to reduce competition in the marketplace to increase coal prices to increase profit by using the mines they already owned. Another was that many of the owners as well as their larger customers also had interests in manufacturing, steel and iron production, distribution and so on. They needed the migration of workers to fill the jobs. As western state strip mining kicked in during the 60’s and 70’s the volatility of being in the underground mining business caused many local owners to sell out.

Use your imagination and envision a 4 lane interstate highway between coal country and the Midwest. Now, picture it having three lanes heading north and only one lane heading south. That is what it would resemble during those days. The one southbound lane would be traveled on weekends for families to go visit kinfolk or go on vacation into the mountains or further, to the beaches. The three lanes heading north would carry the traffic load most of the time as families relocated.

The migration simply transferred the strong work ethic, family dynamics and equally strong sense of community to the regions that had the jobs. Want to know why the Midwest continued to grow into manufacturing meccas during those years? Some of it was good access to transportation via railroads, better highway systems, the Great Lakes, and rivers. Some was due to ample access to energy and governmental support. Most important was having access to a growing work force that could get things done. With all that going on, guess who felt the need to help organize the labor? The Uniparty Cabal also controlled the union leaders in closed shop states where union membership was required to hold a job.

Money, power, votes. Beginning to see how and why this worked the way it did?

Meanwhile Back in the Hills Where the Sun Doesn’t Shine

What was left behind with the migration were areas that existed as they had for many years, lacking commitment from state government to invest into the improvement of the quality of life of the remaining residents. Time stood still. Poverty reigned, which led to crime, substance abuse and people not achieving their full potential. If you did well in school as a student, you looked to leave since there was very little opportunity.

The unofficial fight song of the University of Tennessee is dearly loved by Vol fans and equally hated by opponents because it is played to distraction during sporting events. However, once again listen to the words from our gal, it gives insight into how things were left.

Good Lawd, she’s good…

That corn in a jar is now legally consumed throughout our state with distilleries on almost every corner of tourist areas. Now, skip forward a generation to one I have posted in the dailies before, which was more appropriate for my younger years.

Hooch and weed in dem hills

We can debate (or not) the character and integrity of choosing to illegally make moonshine, grow marijuana, and distribute them. Within the spirit of those who did (and still do) is something we need to recapture as a nation. It is contrarian at its core. It challenges all accepted narratives and questions authority to the point of open rebellion if necessary. This is not to advocate violence. This is to advocate that some develop a backbone to challenge alleged authority and not go along to get along.

We know the leadership of our nation and many other nations of the world are corrupt and criminal. There is no valid excuse for not knowing. As a result, why comply with them when they violate the law and Constitution? What do you have to gain other than doing their bidding and pretending you are going to live forever in this evil world? Shut ’em down without firing a shot. Stop doing what they say to do that is against the law and Constitution. Period. Both are open sourced, so read them. Then live accordingly. Guidelines, mandates and bluster from politicians is not the law or Constitution.

It’s like with the Bible. You can pretend to know what it says and means because somebody else told you something, or, you can actually read to comprehend and source supporting analysis to come to your conclusion led by the Holy Spirit. If you make it a regularly planned activity, it is not too hard to digest over a lifetime of pursuit.

To MAGA well, you have to seek truth and live accordingly.

As an example, why voluntarily choose to have an unknown substance injected into your body? A substance that the snake oil sales people refuse to provide its ingredients and want that information withheld from the public. Because the government and CDC told you to take it? Do you actually trust the medical community cartel of the Uniparty Cabal? Is the threat of losing a job worth rolling the dice on the number of days and amount of pain in your life? In my opinion, you are better off with the shine and weed than that stuff. Do what the law and Constitution say that is not in conflict with the Lord and nothing more. Live your life.

Even a blind redneck knew better.

What the Rocky Top and Copperhead Road songs tell you is that the same Uniparty Cabal who sent us to Vietnam for the Neocons to make money and live their elitist lives, who also heavily tax the legal production and consumption of alcohol; want to use you as their sheeple slaves. Notice that both shine and weed are legal in many states now as long as tax money is collected. They could not make enough off of their illegal production by just taking bribes, so they opened it up legally and tax them.

Grow your own where you are planted. 😀

Pete DeBusk and the B. Rays knew all of this. They left the small towns of their youth to make their ways and fortunes. However, they never left their people behind. When it became their time to become business leaders, they did it with their people. Which is why they were committed to providing the education, healthcare and access to opportunity in the regions that government frequently ignores because there is not enough money in it for the politicians and the Uniparty Cabal.

They put into practice growing where they were planted. They embraced free market capitalism combined with caring and doing something positive about the welfare of their people.

The Road to Positive Change

This road starts with the desire to treat others as you desire to be treated. So if you are looking to take advantage or screw over your neighbor, you probably need to move on. It becomes critical that the people support one another and lift each other up. This develops the Band of Brothers and Sisters spirit that leads to the synergy of achievement as a group of people. When that happens it leads to positivity, goal setting – and winning.

Be a part of the solution so as not to contribute to the problem. There is a need to relocate occasionally. Sometimes that is our only option. What we should avoid is falling victim to chasing somebody else’s dream or calling. Chase the one that has been laid on your heart. Which means you need a heart. It is a heart that responds to not only your needs, but the needs of those around you. You care.

This region of Coal Country for the most part lost that battle in those days. It lost its most important assets, which was many of its people. Instead of a transition of the workforce toward other manufacturing and construction type jobs with the electrification of the country into the rural areas to go with the establishment of the Tennessee Valley Authority, much of the financial capital as well as people capital left. The Midwest flourished as a result. Which was the intent of the Uniparty Cabal.

That remained the case until decades later when the Midwest began falling victim to the ruses of the Uniparty Cabal as well. How did that giant sucking sound work out as Mexico, Japan and China took over the primary wealth creators? What happened to the lot of the common man and woman in those deep blue urban areas and factory towns? The Uniparty Cabal simply does not care about what happens to We the People no matter where we live. They view the world as theirs to manipulate whatever way they desire.

What was missed by those in authority here was that it was never about Coal Country remaining that way long term. The coke produced from the coal in Coal Country is a better quality generally, but the demand had reduced. Nothing in life ever stays the same. It was about using the wealth that came from its production to build a long term quality of life, access to education and training, as well as other employment opportunities that could carry the future in the region. Politicians in government and community leaders failed to incentivize private capital to take on the challenges of building business and industry in the region that could utilize the strengths of the Band of Brothers and Sisters work force. It failed to educate and train its people. It failed to support the mission of its national founding documents that basically state that all men were created equal before God and that each person is individually precious. Instead, many who prospered the most walked away to join the elites instead of staying true to their roots and people.

Hillbilly Highway Adds a Southbound Lane

The Great Depression spawned FDR’s New Deal and with it came the 1933 TVA Act. Many locals hated it, others embraced it because it changed the actual landscape. There was no question that something needed to be done to put people to work. There is no denying it changed the economic face of the region forever. So when things were at their worst as a nation economically with the winds of war in the air and at the beginning of the downhill economic slide for the region; a new plan was hatched. It would take 40-50 years to understand most of its positive and negative ramifications, then make modifications. It took the 1960s and the addition of nuclear power to the TVA power grid as well. All of it was happening while much of the regional work force continued to be siphoned off to the Midwest primarily. However, some growth in industry was beginning in the more urban areas in and near Coal Country that provided much needed jobs.

https://www.tva.com/About-TVA/Our-History

A cottage industry began to develop around the newly created lakes and vistas of the mountains called tourism. Just because many of the people left for jobs in other areas, it did not mean they did not want to return for visits, to seek new employment opportunities, or eventually retire there. As more and more vacationed in the area, they made plans to find jobs or prepare for retirements in attractive areas regardless of where they were from originally. Many of these people were able to revisit their family’s roots and reunite in communities their ancestors left.

A simple, quiet shift had begun. A lane of the northbound interstate had been switched to being southbound.

Conclusion

We will now take an exit ramp from the Coal Country Heroes of BIMD and return to the region to cover different people and time period at a later time. During the series we have seen the influence of two accomplished Coal Country business families of which I had historical interactions as well as my family and friends; the DeBusk and Thompson families. Their positive impact on the area cannot be overstated, however, their success also led to international benefits for mankind in their areas of expertise.

Within the stories about Dolly and Pete DeBusk there was the mini-story of former TN Chief Justice Gary Wade, a former classmate of my wife and friend of ours. One of the good guys whose hometown and family are on the outskirts of Coal Country, but highly influenced and impacted by its people, just like Dolly and her family. We discussed Dolly’s impact regionally and internationally. And just in case I need to remind you, my wife slept with Dolly (and her other siblings) growing up. 🤣

Also associated with the region and within my interactions, were/are two other well known entertainers who benefited from living and working in Coal Country who paid it forward to help others, Levon Helm and Morgan Wallen. In the later’s case he is just getting started. Both exhibited their share of contrarianism.

It is now time for BIMD to head back to the Delta. As we depart from Coal Country I leave you with a poem from my Coal Country Mamaw.

Sowing and Reaping

I’ll try to gather, and store in my heart,

A wealth of joy and sunshine,

To last me through dark hours of sorrow,

That to every life must come sometime.

I’ll try to scatter as many flowers

As I can, along the life’s dreary way,

To cheer and brighten the lives of others,

With whom I come in contact each day.

If I can help to reclaim one life that has wandered,

Bring a smile to one face, to one heart a song,

Where before had been only darkness and sorrow,

It will be worth living a whole life long.

Back In My Day: Coal Country Heroes – In Coal Country, Some Make It To Just Give It Away

It is an interesting concept. Make as much as you can honestly so you have more to give to others. You know, kind of like what Nancy Pelosi, Barry Soetoro and The Big Guy do.

Well, we know better with that bunch and those like them. However, some people actually do it differently. It’s as if they take the words of Jesus seriously. This story is about such a family who did just that. Yet, they flew under the radar for many years in the media and public view, but not in the hearts and minds of the people they helped.

Before I go into that story, I need to move my paternal side of the family story along.

The Hillbilly Highway

The year was 1951. My parents had met in 1949 in the coal camp town of St. Charles, VA and married in 1950. My father worked for the Stonega Coal Company in St. Charles. which was headquartered in nearby Big Stone Gap of neighboring Wise County, VA. He was a surveyor and engineer for the company. He went to work one day and learned with my Papaw and the rest of the employees that the company was being sold over time to a larger company in Pennsylvania and that operations would be shut down in St. Charles over the coming year.

It was time to hit the Hillbilly Highway to find work in the Midwest factory towns where the jobs were, as so many in the region did after the war.

Could not resist…

Papaw

My Mamaw and Papaw, Dad’s parents, decided that it was time to call it a day and move back to southeastern KY or northeastern TN, to areas that held family and friends where it was home. They determined that if there was no work, there was no reason to be in St. Charles. Papaw was limited in what he could do physically as he had become infected with the dreaded Black Lung Disease about the same time as Dad had left to join the Navy for WW II in 1942.

Papaw was an amazingly strong man to have survived that long. He was diagnosed with Black Lung in his early 50s. For nearly a year he was unable to work, but slowly learned to cope with it and build some stamina back over the months when most men passed away from it. In fact, his physician told the family he probably had six months to live when he made the diagnosis. Mamaw worked in food service at a grocery in town to help them survive. Gradually Papaw regained enough strength to return to the mines in an Inspector role, which is what he did for the next 7-8 years before the Stonega mine closure announcement.

He did it without drawing a lot of attention to himself as he was a quiet man. He was revered by his co-workers and was the only man that my mentally ill mother openly respected all of his life. He had a quieter bit of this guy in him as a WW I army veteran himself. He came by it honestly, his mother was a York, a first cousin of this guy’s mom…

Sgt. Alvin York

You might be surprised (or not) to know that what he ate and what he did after the diagnosis is similar nutritionally to what many of us have been doing with our nutrition and supplements along with exercise and rest to shield and restore us from bouts with COVID. Eggs with bacon or sausage for breakfast. Lots of vegetables with portions of beef, pork and chicken for lunch and dinner. Plenty of water, coffee and a glass of milk. A glass of beer a few days a month if they could afford it.

As he regained a bit of stamina after the diagnosis he would rise everyday at about 5 AM. He would go on a minimum 2 mile walk even in moderate winter weather. The Knoxville News Sentinel newspaper would be in the local market or paper box by the time he finished the walk and he would pick one up daily to start his reading.

Proper nutrition, sleep, exercise, stress relief, no interest in more toys, rent, just enough money, Bible reading daily, meditate and pray, follow current events, grow a garden and can, enjoy the outdoors, enjoy and help others, and love each other was the recipe for his and Mamaw’s peace and healing. Even with the problems of my parents and our dysfunctional family unit, I was able to see Papaw and Mamaw doing it well with very little. I made a mental note as a youth. It meant more because I did not see it at home. To say I was a Papaw and Mamaw boy would be an understatement.

Mamaw – A Woman After God’s Own Heart

With all due and proper respect for the Word’s statement about David being a man after God’s own heart in I Samuel 13:14, which obviously was true, so such a woman also existed on this planet many years later. Just like David, she realized her righteousness did not come from her actions, but from her love for and submission to God. She simply accepted all of His Word as true and applied it. At a time when others may have given up or ignored God, like David she chose to praise Him. Many of David’s psalms were full of his heartaches and even questioning of God, but he never stopped serving and worshiping Him. As I read Mamaw’s poems written over decades and remember my experiences with her, I see the same thing.

Mamaw was the star child of her poor family. Her father was a coal miner like so many in those years around Middlesboro, KY. She maxed out as an adult at 4′ 9″ and around 85-90 lbs., which made her pairing with my 6′, 200 lbs. Papaw a bit odd looking. She loved going to school and dreamed of one day being a teacher there. That dream was realized when the small town helped by paying for her to go to college to be a teacher in the area, which she did faithfully for many years in the coal camp towns. She loved nature, cooking, cleaning, sewing, writing poems, reading, helping others and smoking 3 Salem cigarettes per day. Yep, that’s right. They were smoked before or after meals. She did not enjoy eating or being around my mother.

She said more than a few dresses to wear each year were too many. She made them all with her sewing machine from patterns. She then gave away one or more that she had from the last batch. She had limited jewelry, accessories and makeup. In a similar manner she had one heavy coat, one light coat, a couple of scarfs, winter gloves, a few pairs of shoes. Her lingerie and stockings fit in one dresser drawer. All of it was planned and she wanted no clothing as a birthday or Christmas gift. Stationary, pens and/or a book would do just fine. She was never a girlie girl as the work required strong calloused hands with a mountain living fitness.

She quilted. I have the quilt she made that kept both or her children warm as babies.

She was thrifty because that was all she had ever known or desired. She wanted to make sure her family had plenty to eat, clean clothes and a roof over their head even if it meant she would do without other things. If the world overlooked her or considered her insignificant, it did not matter to her as she would devote herself to the needs of others until she drew her last breath. If a neighbor or friend needed anything and they had it to give it would be done. She had a resolve to simply not go down, not give up.

When you were in her presence and had her attention, you knew you were deeply loved. She would ask thoughtful and penetrating questions. If she did not give you her attention over an extended period of time, it meant you did not hold favor with her. She rarely said an angry word. The only person she clearly could not enjoy being around was my mother. She would just leave the room and avoid confrontation in front of the family. However, there was this one time when we were gone and they were there alone together. Boundaries were established that mother never crossed again.

When Papaw could no longer work, Mamaw continued to work to help them survive at a food service job or later as a cloth cutter in a shirt manufacturing facility in town until she was about 72 years old. When The Black Lung Benefits Disease Act was finally passed in 1972, having enough money to live on was not as much of a factor and she no longer worked outside their home.

The last 15 years or so of their lives together were spent living in a walk up rental apartment in an old, national historic site mansion (more like a large frame Victorian style house) in LaFollette, TN. They were very content there. The owner was a widow of a downtown hotel owner/operator. The home was built by one of the two brothers that originally founded the town. A large vegetable garden was located on the property. Mamaw and Papaw would tend the garden every year with the owner. In return she would give them whatever they desired to eat and can to help them get through the colder months. It was a much appreciated lifeline and the three became close friends through the years. As a result they could save money to buy coal to heat their apartment with the fireplace. Yes, they used coal to stay warm. Which is how fireplaces were built back in the day in the region, to handle coal and wood. It was amazing they survived for all those years doing that, even without a CO and smoke detector! 😉

Also on the property were many beautiful gardens, a gazebo and a stream. It was there that Mamaw could enjoy nature, be at peace and have a place to contemplate her next poem or work on a quilt in the cool of the evenings or by the fire. She would enjoy having a cup of coffee and a conversation with her owner friend during those times.

She never declined mentally until the day she died. Her body gave out because she had no appetite. The rest of us would dive into her great country cooking when we visited, while she might have a small plate of pinto beans and a slice of cornbread with milk. She would allow her body to become dehydrated in the last few years, which basically led to her death at age 78 as her organs shut down and she could not be revived. She had left us and gone to be with her blessed Lord and Savior. I am sure he welcomed her with open arms with a heavenly choir singing. Our loss was Heaven’s gain.

Papaw spent his last few years living alternately with both my parents and my aunt until he passed away in his sleep of old age in my parent’s home.

Meanwhile

While they were living out their lives on the eastern side of our region’s coal country; on the western side of the northeastern TN mountains in Scott County there was a a young saw mill and timber businessman working for his father. Wanting to do more with his life, he left to learn the coal business and be a salesman at the recently formed Garland Coal Company. He stayed with the company and eventually became its President. Years later he left and began buying other distressed coal companies and their mines while buying interests in the timber business. Over time he combined coal mining operations in Kentucky, Tennessee and Virginia with timber operations into one company called Elk River Resources. He accumulated a vast fortune over those years. As he entered his early 70s he sold the company for $300 million, which would be the equivalent of at least a couple billion dollars today. The value of the transaction was enhanced greatly by an invention from his design that the company used in its coke making processes.

It was the original emission free coke oven. The answer to the growing environmental and health issues associated with using coke produced from coal in industrial furnaces.

Did I just write, “emission free”? Yes, I believe I did. Of course that is a relative statement, so let’s just go with proven safe emission levels. Below is a link from about 2010 to a comprehensive explanation of the more recent usage, status and evolution of the process for those so inclined to dive into the weeds.

https://cdn.intechopen.com/pdfs/38333/InTech-Environmental_control_and_emission_reduction_for_coking_plants.pdf

B. Ray Thompson, Sr.

That’s the name of the Scott County, TN native that made the fortune while helping develop an environmentally friendly product and process that made the use of coke safer. Having made many millions prior to selling his company for hundreds of millions, he needed something to do for the last decade of his life. What follows is a testament to a father and son who had big hearts for their fellow mankind.

Going back to when it all began; after the birth of his second son, his first wife passed away. Not long thereafter he moved with his two sons from Scott County to Knoxville in 1941 with 2 dollars in his pocket. He married his second wife some time later, who also passed away of cancer in 1953. He continued in his sales role and then began the previously described process of buying coal companies and timber rights in the early 1960s with his sons, which became Elk River Resources as described above.

His dream was always to give back to the people and children of the areas of his youth. Elk River was known for doing just that by helping in many ways. As he neared his death, in 1987, the Thompson Charitable Foundation (TCF) was formed and later, the Elgin Foundation was formed by son, B. Ray Thompson, Jr., and family. The later was named for the community in which Senior was born and raised. The Elgin Foundation is devoted to helping children throughout the region while the TCF is for overall donation purposes. In addition, Senior was well known for giving a $5 million donation for a seed contribution to the construction cost of a large new basketball and entertainment arena on campus known as Thompson-Boling Arena, which is in use by the University of Tennessee to this day. He resisted having the facility named after him until a group of influential boosters led by Pilot Oil’s Big Jim Haslam agreed with B. Ray to add the President of UT’s name for whom all had great respect, Ed Boling, on the sign with him.

B. Ray Sr. had been deeply hurt by the loss of his second wife to cancer. After he sold his company, he used part of his funds to provide the seed capital to do something about that evil disease. A local hospital, Ft. Sanders, now part of the Covenant Health System chain, worked with him to establish a dedicated cancer diagnostics and treatment facility on their main hospital campus near the university now known as Thompson Cancer Survival Center. It has become an important addition to the region as the premiere oncology center regionally as described in the link below.

https://www.thompsoncancer.com/locations/

My wife and daughter use it annually for breast exams and our daughter also interned as a volunteer there as she was pursuing a nursing degree.

Upon his passing away at 81 years of age, the TCF had been established and left in the care of family members, with his son as President.

B. Ray Thompson, Jr.

Oh my, what a man. If you do not care for Christianity, giving back and paying it forward – you might want to sit out the rest of this story.

Junior went by the name of Ray while his father was always B. Ray. I am calling him Junior to differentiate from his father. He went to school in Knoxville with his younger brother after the move from Scott County with their father. Senior had purchased a home along Maryville Pike there. He went to the University of Tennessee. I know that not because of open media type sources and reports. I know because my father knew him. They were both in their first year at UT after the end of WW II. Dad was 6 years older than Junior with 4 years in the Naval Air Force and had already completed 2 years of college at Lincoln Memorial before the war. He had grown up in coal country on the eastern side, Junior had his western Scott County roots where his grandparents still lived. They both knew the coal business of their parents. Junior planned to get a business degree, Dad was going for civil engineering. I have Dad’s student enrollment book information from 1946-47 with them and other notables in it that he would talk about through the years.

My father was done with school in two years and took an entry level job locally with ALCOA (Aluminum Company of America) in the Parts Department. Junior continued until graduation a couple of years after that. About the time Junior graduated, Dad returned to the mines to be a surveyor/engineer where Papaw was employed in his native Campbell County, TN. He then started his International School the Mines education. Junior stayed in Knoxville and went to work with Elk River with his father, where he became an integral part of company operations. Their paths did not cross after that although a good friend of Dad’s that he remained close to for many years was a Knoxville attorney who did legal work for Elk River at times.

So, when Junior’s father sold the company in the 70s to Sun Corporation some 25 years later, he was a major beneficiary. Senior handed the family investments to Junior. He was also over the foundation development plans while Senior stayed close to the major business and university leaders who were his friends.

It was during his working years with Elk River that Junior, his wife and children started going to the evangelical 200+ year old Cedar Springs Presbyterian Church. Oh yeah, who else do we recall has been a long standing member of that church? That would be former mayor, governor and current owner in Pilot Oil, Bill Haslam and his wife and family. In reality, Junior was involved with so many churches and Christian ministries that he was claimed by all.

Junior was married to his wife, Juanne, for 63 years until his death at age 88 in 2017. She died a few months later at the age of 85. They were totally devoted to each other. They had 4 daughters and a son along with a bunch of grandchildren. He left a legacy that will probably never be fully known except in Heaven. The number of kids who have been helped through the Elgin Foundation he started in honor of his father and their roots in rural eastern Tennessee, Kentucky and Virginia has been estimated by charity leadership at over 90,000. Free dental services have been provided to over 35,000 children in the region alone. The Foundation continued on after his passing five years ago and is run by his three daughters doing what it has always done. During the later half of Junior’s life he was personally involved in many of the individual charities and with the recipients on a daily basis. The best part is the general public never really noticed because he wanted no publicity, just like his father. Just went about helping others daily from the blessings already provided to themselves. He also did his part to support UT athletics with an $11 million donation to build the indoor practice field used by the football team as well as $2.5 million for a renovation of the arena. TCF still gives away millions each year.

The simplicity of his obituary speaks to his humble spirit:

https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/knoxnews/name/b-thompson-obituary?id=16724212

The most recent record of Thompson Charitable Foundation donations:

https://thompsoncharitable.org/grants/year/2021/

Elgin Foundation

http://elginfoundation.org

Conclusion

In case you were wondering, their first names were Buster. Now you see why Senior went by B. Ray and Junior went by Ray. There would have been a lot of jokes to endure during those days. Right, Buster?! How do you like your new shoes, Buster? Listen here, Buster! 🤣

Or, you can call me Ray…

Still love this one after all these years.

In all families there are difficult circumstances. In addition to the loss of Senior’s two wives, Senior’s other son, Jesse Jackson Thompson, Junior’s one year younger brother, was estranged from his family. He left in the 1960’s and never came back. He passed away over 20 years ago and is buried in Charlotte, NC with no record of any other family members being involved. A business associate of Junior once told me there were mental problems and that he had refused all efforts by Senior and Junior to assist and be a part of the family.

At the end of his life my father expressed a few regrets. One was that he had ever left east TN. Yep, I get that one. Another was that he should have stayed with ALCOA through their rapid growth as he would have eventually been able to do what he wanted with his career there. Yep, a lot of our friends and neighbors had good careers there. The other was questioning what would have happened had he come back to work with Elk River instead of staying in the Midwest to finish his career. Thompson’s Elk River Resources flourished while the Armco steel mill where he worked for 36 years went downhill and sold out.

Forks in the road type stuff. I could have been tactful and nice. Nah. I told him he messed up, but it was OK because I was his son as a result. He laughed and agreed with me. Those are the type decisions we all face at various times in our lives. Water under the bridge.

The Thompson moral of the story is clear. Persevere through tough times. Do the right things and take advantage of opportunities. Make money the right way and then give it away along with your time to those who could use a helping hand. It’s a Christian principle that you will never out give God. The world is a better place because of Coal Country Heroes like the B. Rays and their families. The lesson…

Be blessed and do something like Mamaw, the B. Ray’s, or Andrea wherever you are and whatever your situation.

Next up we will arrive at our Coal Country destination before beginning the next series.

Back In My Day: Coal Country Heroes – Music Edition

What could be more boring to some of you than talking about dirty, black dust smudged coal miners exiting a filthy, death trap of a mine day after endless day? Why go there with one of your stories, TradeBait? I have better things to do like walking the dog, staining the deck, and washing the dishes.

One reason to read this may be because the America we know was built on their backs, among other important We the People working family occupations. Another reason may be that the attitudes that developed out of those mine workers and families are at the center of the debate on who America really is and wants to be.

For it all to make the most sense as I introduce the people in each story, I need to give you a piece of me and mine, make it personal, and somewhat of a ground report from back then.

I will spend very little time on the science aspect of coal. We have scientists and science lovers on here who probably know the subject well who can discuss in better detail than me. Just know that over one third of the world’s primary energy is created with it as well as one fourth of the world’s electricity. Also know that due to its intense heating capacity, coke, has been used for many years in steel and iron making. Most of all know that America has the biggest known coal reserves in the world – #1 with #2 China being around half as much. When you add in our radically understated oil and natural gas reserves it is clear we have everything we need to handle energy needs for many centuries while other technologies are being developed sufficiently to transition away seamlessly if and when it might become necessary.

Which we know is NOT happening. Why? That question will be addressed in this author’s opinion in another part in the series. For now, let’s develop the personal side of the subject story series.

Life Choices

I had an aunt, my father’s sister, who was a very intelligent educator. She graduated from East Tennessee State College (now University) during WW II and the University of KY (Masters) after the war was over. She taught history and civics in northern Kentucky high schools along with being an Assistant Principal of a large high school until retirement. She was a lifelong, dyed in the wool, FDR worshipping, the federal government is the answer to everything, teachers’ union is good, C-Span is my entertainment of choice, mix of southern and northern Democrat – member of that side of my father’s family. Going to church was not on her and my uncle’s agenda even though she was baptized in the same coal mining camp town as my father.

My father was the polar opposite. He went to Lincoln Memorial College (now University) in the middle of Coal Country before and the University of Tennessee after the war for civil engineering – one of that school’s core educational fields for a century. I will expand on the reasoning for that statement about UT in a later BIMD story.

Dad graduated from the International School of Mining after that and become a licensed surveyor and engineer as he progressed. He was conservative in many things, played semi-pro baseball in the coal camp leagues and was a GOP supporter, except when it came to Truman. Since he served in the Naval Air Force in the Pacific theater of the war, he was very happy with the decision to atomic bomb the hell out of the Japanese and end it. That made President Truman a big deal in his eyes because he was growing weary of the fight and wanted to go home and get on with his life. He thought it better to end it quickly than slog it out for the same result in a couple of years. You could say he was one of the America First supporters of his day.

He had turned his safety over to God during the war. Upon his return and later marriage to my mother, they joined a church and got my sister and I involved. His first major job in his area of expertise after marriage was after they left Coal Country in 1950 when the mines where he worked were sold and shuttered. He was employed on a survey team that worked on the construction of a large DOD facility on the Ohio River. He knew why it was going there and was proud of the work that lasted four years at that location.

My aunt and father would have some dandy “discussions” that I would just sit and listen to with interest growing up. She was not belligerent in stating her views at all. She would make her case in measured tones, but was unyielding. If she disagreed with Dad she would grin and shake her head “no”. He would pick at her to probe her weak spots to see if he could get her agitated. Then he would use humor. He was unyielding as well. They both knew neither would give in or agree. Yet, even with their immense differences, they loved each other with all of their hearts and souls. They were in 100% agreement about one thing and that was their mother, my Mamaw, was the best mother who ever walked the face of this earth. I was able to understand why they felt that way as the years passed.

So what does all that have to do with a story about Coal Country Heroes?

My aunt and father were the children, the products of one such unsung hero and his wife.

My aunt chose one route in life after being raised as a Coal Miner’s daughter. My dad chose another route as a Coal Miner’s son. Their divergent paths yielded two very different life and end results that matter when looking back into history. Yet, there was the common thread that would unite them for life.

Love. They agreed about very little, but that did not get in the way of loving and taking care of the people they cared about.

Think about it this way. Theirs is a snapshot in time of two very different ways of viewing and living life that provide an image in a mirror of what our divided nation is currently facing. I will go more into that later. I have a story within the story to tell first. It leads to why I called this the Music Edition.

Coal Mining Camp Towns of Appalachia

I have found no explanation that better transmits the raw emotion and reality of underground coal mining from back in my family’s day than the following:

I hope you listen to this song from Levon Helm, he of The Band and Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, as well as a contributor to the music of many other famous musicians. Add in his many film credits through the years. I find it fascinating that Levon, real name of Mark Lavon Helm, could capture the reality of the mines and miners as he did, when he was from the flat, low country delta in Arkansas. I guess it was because he remained a common man with his life and music despite all of the fame and prominent associations. He was very thoughtful, sincere and regarded by his peers as kind hearted and professional his entire career.

Apparently, his interest in mining developed in a major way during the filming of the highly popular Coal Miner’s Daughter movie of the fictionalized life of Loretta Lynn in which Levon played her father. When the linked song above was released Levon had already dealt with throat cancer and slowly recovered his ability to sing. It would recur and contribute to his death at 71 years of age.

I still remember the scenes and the smells in particular of the mines and mining towns where my family lived. My experiences relate to northeastern TN, eastern KY and southwestern VA. This is the area where both sides of my family are from and there were coal miners in both. It is also from this area that a couple future stories will be told.

The coal mining camp towns dotted the landscape going back to before the Civil War. As the coal and coke became more popular as a fuel for the railroads, steam engines, iron and steel making, etc.; mining became more inviting as an investment. This grew exponentially with the growth of the use of electricity. Captains of industry began purchasing and growing operations throughout the area. Strip mining had not yet arrived on the scene as motorized earth moving equipment did not become readily available until after WW I.

By the time my Papaw was born in 1888, there were over a dozen mining camp towns in our region. His life was like many other male children in those communities. After going to the one school in the camp for a few years to learn how to read, write and do basic math; he went to work full time in the mine. Papaw was big and strong for his age, so he became a water boy at about 11 years old. Hours were long and the aches, pains and injuries were many for all miners. Their average life span was on the short end. Alcoholism was common, but so was the camaraderie both in and outside the mine. They learned to have each other’s backs.

The camp towns were about 150-500 people in total population generally. The companies that owned them provided all of the basic needs of the people. The companies provided virtually all of the housing. There would be a company general store, a medical facility with a doctor and nurse, a teacher or two, a church or two with a pastor or two, blacksmith, machine shops (later) and so on. Of course there would also be a “lodge” with a bar and a dance floor. Occasionally, arrangements would be made to travel to the bigger towns for other needs and more extensive medical care. For many years each company provided its own currency to be used to make purchases in the town. Over time that faded away to using normal American currency as people become more transient with vehicle travel instead of using a train or horse and carriage.

Mining as an industry was boom and bust. As demand for product grew the mining towns would expand. When demand was down, they would become almost desolate with poor living conditions. Larger companies would buy the smaller operations. If demand was high the jobs would be retained or added. If demand was down or the company had too much inventory, they would shutter the newly purchased mines until demand picked up again, if ever. Jobs would be lost and life in the camp town would get really rough again. There were no government social programs to help, just the charity of one another and the church.

It was into this environment that my dad and aunt were born after my Papaw and Mamaw met. They were married in 1920, two years after Papaw returned from military duty in WW I. It was four years after his first wife passed away from consumption (tuberculosis) as the family told the story. Two of his babies from that marriage had also died before the age of six months, which was more common than not during those days. There was one young surviving son who had stayed with a brother’s family while Papaw was in the Army in the war. My father was then born in 1922 and my aunt a year later. Papaw had worked his way into being Superintendent of the mine in the camp town of their birth. Keeping this in perspective, he was only 32 years old when he became the mine Superintendent, yet, he had 21 years of experience working there.

Mamaw was the teacher of the younger students in the town’s schoolhouse. She was a college graduate and state licensed teacher in a day and age when women rarely earned the opportunity to even go to college, especially in those hills. She did, despite being from a poor coal mining family in rural eastern Kentucky. The local community saw how special and intelligent she was. They made the way financially for her to go. She gave back to all as a result.

Even with their status, life was hard. They made enough to get by and help others around them. However, nothing was healthy about the environment in which they lived. A fact they would later learn all too well. But that is a story within a story to tell at a later time.

Fast Forward

It was the spring of 1977. Goober Gump, a product of the family above, had gone out into his own world of adventures in a different part of the country. I was sitting at my desk on “the platform” of the third largest bank in the state in Little Rock, Arkansas. I had spent a year after college graduation in a management training program before being assigned as a business development officer for local area accounts. The platform was the main lobby where all of the primary bank officers that dealt with customers had their desks. So I was just happy to be there with all the big dogs, even if I was nothing but a glorified coffee fetcher just learning the ropes at that point.

One of the big dogs, who was a national accounts officer and political lobbyist in the state and DC for the bank occasionally would coach me on business development things. One day a hippie looking guy walked in and sat down in a chair across from the officer. The officer beckoned over to me to come to his desk. As I approached, he told me he had somebody he wanted me to meet and said, “This is a friend of mine and I take care of his accounts. When I am out of the office I want you to handle anything he needs, OK?” I said, ” Will be happy to do so.” We shook hands.

It was Levon Helm. Yep. I got excited about then because I knew some about The Band and loved a lot of their music. The Band had called it quits after their Thanksgiving concert the year before with all of the other big name stars in California entertaining with them. Levon told the two of us there was a potential movie in the works about it. He was tired of dealing with all the member issues in the band and was also considering doing some other film work opportunities to change things up. It was just time. He said he would pick up gigs with others until he decided. Of course the artists he was referring to were Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Joni Mitchell, Dr. John, Neil Diamond, Emmylou Harris, and so on. Geez.

I left him to finish with his officer friend and they left for lunch together. Levon left a message with our area’s secretary once a couple months later for me to handle a transfer of funds. I saw him one more time when he came back into town to have lunch with his friend. Later that same year I left the bank to take a better employment opportunity with the state’s largest utility company in a different region.

During my two years in that bank’s employment I had met or observed in person many well known famous people, especially politicians, he was just one more to file away into my memory. Life would go on and Little Rock was in my rear view mirror.

Except maybe for the things I did not know then that I missed by moving away.

https://whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/WW/white12.html

https://www.wsj.com/edition/resources/documents/gop3.htm

Hi, Paul. Remember me? I doubt it.

Yeah, I guess I did not mention that Levon’s officer buddy, Paul, was Slick’s roommate in college. Paul’s role at the bank was point man, introductions, bag man and cleaner with major name players all over. Those were the primary job duties of a “lobbyist” back then. He would then handle their personal banking needs, much as “private banking” departments or programs for wealthier individuals do today. I am not saying Levon was mixed up with any of that – I doubt he was. He was just a long time friend of Paul, who was still single in his mid 30s, who enjoyed the rock and roll life with his buddies in that business.

Needless to say Goober Gump had unwittingly escaped a bad situation that began to transpire in the year after my departure. I still get antsy about where that path may have led if I had stayed and played the game. Of course during that period of my life I had no idea what would be revealed later. More to come on this in at another time.

Back to this story. My ex and I relocated as I stated. A year later I was reading the newspaper and saw here was a new movie at the local theater called the The Last Waltz. Well, would you look at that, The Band and Levon with all the other stars at that concert had been made into a Scorsese movie like he said. I could only shake my head. We went to see it that weekend.

When Coal Miner’s Daughter came out a couple years after that, it got real for me. Levon was not kidding about getting into film work. That film was made in and about the region and environment of my people. Butcher Holler (Hollow), KY where the movie was centered had no mines. The people who lived there traveled down to Pikeville, Paintsville and other nearby camp towns to work in the mines in Loretta Lynn’s younger days. All places I had spent time around with my family through my younger years. We had extended family and friends in those areas.

It would be a complete fail to not post this from the movie.

Sissy and Levon made it real.

Below is a link for those who want to know more about Levon. You might even catch that a 14 year old Levon went to a show in the Arkansas delta where Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and a young guy who became known as The King were performing. Oh wait, that’s the same Elvis of BIMDs Rat Ranch fame – playing gigs in small towns in the Mississippi delta, in the mid-1950’s, with other icons of that music style.

https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0375629/bio

It is just another example of the existence of so many parallels and crossing points in life. All we have to do is simply follow the story trails and connect the dots.

And Then There Was Music…

We will leave this part of the story here until next time. It’s a good place to stop and contemplate before we begin a story next time about a former Coal Country resident of note.

We will end with some songs from folks who lived in eastern KY who some of you may know about or heard. They have distinctive Coal Country, bluegrass sounding voices. The same bluegrass sound that enthralled Levon Helm when he first heard Bill Monroe at 6 years old.

First up is Chris is from Staffordsville in Johnson County, the same county as Butcher Holler. You may have heard of him by now…

More blue than sunny sides of the mountain in them hills…

Then this gal from Pikeville who gets featured in the QTree frequently. Good gosh, I love to hear her sing.

I understand, Patty. My Papaw had that dreadful disease…

Then there is this guy who was born in the town of Paintsville where a lot of Johnson and Lawrence County residents commuted to work in their mines. Great talent.

As only Tyler can…

There are more like Ricky Skaggs, American Idol Noah Thompson, etc.; but you get the idea. Born of hard times in the hills with the coal mines of their family ancestors in their bones and voices. I hope you will spend a little time listening to these songs I’ve posted of Levon, Chris, Patty and Tyler. They will give you a depth of understanding for the stories to come in this series. There are answers to America’s current woes in the sweat and blood of those miners from back in the day.

Until next time…

The Top 10 Things I Learned During My Absence from The Q Tree

As you can see, I’m back. It’s good to be back. Thank you for your prayers – I am not kidding you – they WORKED! <3 <3 <3

If there is one thing to remember, THAT is it. Prayer WORKS.

If you’re short on time, skip the rest, or just read the headlines.

THANK YOU ALL.

W


I wanted to keep this [reasonably] short, so I chose the “top 10” format again.

1. Extreme typing skills disappear in around a week of disuse

Enigma Machine Keyboard

This is surprising, but when I could not get through a single sentence without a mistake last night, I knew something was up. I’m struggling now, but the skills ARE coming back.

2. Y’all did amazing – this place is doing great, and I can prove it

It was almost tempting me to abandon you all to SUCCESS and simply disappear, because things are WORKING. Just take a look at the stats. The new authorship configuration isn’t just working – it’s BETTER.

Look at that final weekly cycle! Good stuff. We have NEVER had a week like that.

Time to celebrate some WINNING and then figure out how we can get us some MOAR. 😉

3. Unmasking Trump is unmasking. Gun-Grabbin’ Vlad is now totally unmasked on Venezuelan commies.

This I did not see coming, but when it came – oh yeah.

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-venezuela-politics-russia-exclusive-idUSKCN1PJ22M

But yeah – it’s not like we COULD NOT have seen this coming.

https://freebeacon.com/national-security/russia-dispatching-blackjack-bombers-venezuela/

The revelation point for me was Venezuela being behind the “caravans”.

Now let’s see….. what would the “Jimmy Carter / Barack Obama response” to THAT be? Take whatever THAT is, and do the OPPOSITE, and you’ve got the TRUMP RESPONSE.

Oh yeah. 😎

To borrow a picture from OT….

But OH YEAH, Russia wanted this guy. 🙄

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

I am still SLAPPING MYSELF in the face over falling for the DEMOCRAT/COMMUNIST MIND CONTROL on Muh Russia.

The point was NOT to make us fall for the short-term BS of the Democrat projection of the MUH RUSSIA lies. It was to very subtly position us so as to avoid any REVERSALS of the larger globo-commie geopolitical agenda over the 4-8 years of Trump that their plan anticipates.

Weaponized psychology. Pure KGB-CIA.

Speaking of which…..

4. I cannot watch any form of mass media “entertainment” now without seeing the mind control

Everything. Absolutely everything. It all makes me CRINGE now.

Turn on “HBO”. It “advertises” for itself. But now I see it as propaganda for propaganda. My jaw just DROPS at the brazen mind control.

We tell ourselves that we see the propaganda and filter it out, but we are lying to ourselves. We only see the top layer. The top layer that we actually SEE is the “throw-away” – the Hail Mary – the OTT that serves to do exactly what it does – to make us go “AHA! We see it!” – and to then miss all the rest. The professional stuff.

Exactly as planned.

For every obvious instance of mind control that you catch, look for three or four more messages, that are stronger, deeper, and more subtle. THOSE are the REAL intent.

I no longer view what these people do as mere INFLUENCE. Influence may be sneaky, but it fundamentally accepts the idea that there is an option to NOT change your mind. It may approach you in a sneaky way, but it does it through the accepted API, if you will, of media that you can accept or reject.

MIND CONTROL accepts no validity of any form of opposition. It will subvert the very medium against the medium’s best interests to force its message past the medium to the target.

MIND CONTROL will hold the medium hostage to attack the target.

MIND CONTROL raises the bar “beyond the pale” to do WHATEVER IT TAKES to get the job done.

By Any Means Necessary. PURE Holderism. Brainwashing.

Netflix. Ask WHY.

And remember – I’m talking about “ENTERTAINMENT”. This doesn’t even count the FAKE NEWS. And speaking of Fake News….

5. Fake Science is a thing

Once I started seeing how FAKE science has become, there was no turning back. Every single one of the science societies and associations is corrupted now. We simply CANNOT TRUST any of the major mainstream associations to be honest with us. They are ALL politically controlled.

Pretty soon, according to the politically controlled associations of psychologists and psychiatrists, “trans kids” will be “normal”, and opposition to “trans kids” will be “mental illness”.

Wait for it. Be READY for it. BE PREPARED. (Boy Scout Motto)

Be ready to USE your preparation to DESTROY THE CREDIBILITY of the politically controlled science organizations.

They are SOVIET and they can be labeled as such quite successfully.

PREPARE FOR BATTLE.

Are you READY to tell their entire WORLD to GO TO HELL?

We are going to have to stand up like never before. We are going to have to bring exactly what Q has said – to make the “experts” who mock common sense and basic logic literally ashamed to walk down the streets.

And THOSE who inflicted them on us will have to answer. Those nations which DEGRADED and DECEIVED America will need to answer. They will STOP and we will show mercy. Or they will NOT STOP and they will ANSWER for their CRIMES.

Physical destruction of aberrant human society was is apparently a thing.

6. I believe Trump saw the Democrat “shutdown false flags” coming

There is more to this than meets the eye.

Our President knows how to play “chicken” with Cheating Nancy “Mafia Donna” Pelosi better than she does, which is actually saying A LOT. He certainly has more BLZ than I do.

I was getting QUITE nervous that we had not yet seen some kind of “false flag” attack that the Democrats would then try to blame on Trump as part of their government shutdown strategy.

My feeling is that the Communist Democrats were waiting for our VSGPOTUS to commit HARD to an “as long as it takes” shutdown – allow for some “doubling down” on various painful items, and then hit the news with the dead American bodies, courtesy of the same rogue KGB-CIA contractors who do all the MK murders for the Democrats.

SO – when Trump called off the shutdown, because he actually CARES about people like us, I breathed a sigh of relief. And trust me – there are some innocent Americans SOMEWHERE who will be breathing for a lot longer, thanks to that decision.

Add to that, the fact that VSGPOTUS is a remarkably good chess player. He held out JUST long enough to (1) unmask the radical communist Democrats, (2) demonstrate that an emergency wall build is necessary, and (3) blame-shift onto the Democrats at historic levels. ALL of this without DACA approval actually being conceded.

The Dems should have taken a deal. Too late now. Trump WINS everything by “conceding” NOTHING. Very few people understand TIME like Trump.

7. There is something we don’t yet understand about Epstein Island

I’m not sure what is going on with Epstein and “Pedo Island”, but something is not adding up.

  • There seems to be an enormous amount of disinformation
  • I’m not getting the proper “spiritual vibe” on things, and I tend to trust my gut on this stuff
  • In Clinton-world, there is always a REAL scandal under the FAKE scandal
  • Law enforcement tolerated this guy out the wazoo. WHY?
  • Epstein is clearly a “short-eyes” for teen girls – the evidence is STRONG. But is he actually a satanist?
  • How much of the Epstein mythos is REAL, and how much is BS?
  • What kind of temple is this REALLY? Does anybody actually KNOW?

Epstein needs more investigation. Not rumors. Strong explanations.

8. So far, so good, on my first above-ground thermonuclear test

One cannot engage in something like my little public MK reveal without expecting a large number of effects. Without going into details, the results were roughly what I expected, with the net result being BETTER than expected.

There will be much more to assess. In the meanwhile, I can say that – overall – new knowledge is tracking STRONGLY toward the video that Q always points us toward. The ESTABLISHMENT have used every tool at their fingertips to empower and enrich themselves. Even things – maybe ESPECIALLY THINGS – that they should not have touched.

The SILENCE from the right places is deafening, and in that silence, I am getting radar pings of new understanding that are going to explain even more than I thought possible.

The CONSPIRACY that ran me over like a dog in the road is going to see a bit of sunlight. From many directions. Even a crippled coyote can pull back a curtain or two.

9. Calizona is a thing

Trust me – The Lingerie Leftist is only going to get worse.

This is KGB-CIA mind control at its best. People like Kyrsten Sinema (you know, like Sin + cinema!) are PRODUCTS designed to GAIN POWER. This woman – with a nearly perfect Soviet Russian policy record on Palestinians (a beautiful time-independent tell on global communist alignment) – was bumped up the political chain JUST LIKE Obama, and somewhat like Hillary.

https://www.weaselzippers.us/128918-radical-anti-israel-democrat-declared-winner-in-arizona-u-s-house-race/

Bill Clinton. Obama. “Canada” Kamala. Goofball Ossoff. Danny O’Connor. Occasional Cortex. Ms. Cinema.

It’s always the same. ELECTABLE PRODUCTS are not a capitalist thing – they are a COMMUNIST thing. Hidden hard-left baggage snuck into power, and when they get caught, they blame the MONEY in politics and simply try to re-game it for advantage.

You cannot begin to FIGHT this stuff until you admit to exactly what they are doing, and you cannot admit to exactly what they are doing until you admit to exactly what they are doing to YOU.

I personally find this chick HOT in a very weird and perverse way, EXACTLY like she is supposed to affect people. I am simply crude enough and honest enough to admit it, because I want to debug and disarm their socio-cyber weaponry.

It is no accident that she dresses the way she does – that she acts the way she does – that she was CHOSEN to ASCEND.

This is ALL PLANNED, folks.

I have LEARNED FROM TRUMP. I am UNMASKING. And I am SPREADING the ABILITY TO UNMASK.

https://twitter.com/CassandraRules/status/1088960982561509377
https://twitter.com/210GOPTEJANA/status/1088603508813762560

Between Botox Nan, Occasional Cortex, and Kinky Kyrsten in her faux underwear outerwear, we have popcorn from now until both Trump’s reelection and the Pence-Pompeo primaries.

Just remember, however – this is Mind Control. This is part of the intentional degradation of our system of government, which they MAKE YOU WATCH.

Think of it. We actually PAY the KGB-CIA to subject us to this garbage. to INFLICT this nonsense on us.

Hilarious. And WICKED.

This PLANNED ACT by Kinky Kyrsten is EXACTLY WHY they forced this hapless chick on us. This is WHY they created the Sinema-McSally race and then cheated it to a Sinema win, with the whole thing RIGGED so that there would be no objection by “Poor Puppy” “Poor Normal American” “Defeat with Honor” “McCain Junior” McSally.

YOUR DEFEAT CONDITIONING WAS TELEVISED.

Sinema-versus-McSally is just Obama-versus-McCain is just Obama-versus-Romney all over again.

It’s not just the VICTORY they want – it’s the DEFEAT for YOU to experience.

KGB-researched, CIA-perfected, communist theater that YOU are forced to watch.

Allowed Alternative 2 (to be appointed) questions Recommended Alternative 1 who WILL receive the proper number of votes to win.

The key points to remember are that:

  • This is not an accident
  • This is Mind Control
  • The best ways to FIGHT BACK all begin with RECOGNITION

It’s important to recognize that what they do is INTENTIONAL and PLANNED with MEDIA COMPLICITY.

It REALLY IS “Fake News”.

Speaking of which……

10. “Learn to code” is a lesson in karma, redemption, and the moral superiority of guns over humans

This will take some explaining. 😉

The bottom line is that “Guns don’t kill people – people kill people.” is a very profound statement, and learning to code when your job is taken away by less scrupulous humans will actually TEACH THIS.

Humans will use you, abuse you, and then abandon you. Machines won’t. Not unless humans MAKE THEM DO IT.

Oh, the irony. That we should ASPIRE to be like machines.

Well, except for the part about the machine using a gun, but that gets complicated. We’ll save that for another time. 😉

To get to “guns don’t kill people” by the scenic route, let’s look at the idea of insulting people with the malicious (yet helpful) advice of “learn to code”.

Where did this come from? Most people think it started with the “advice” from the leftist establishment to coal miners and other “deplorables”, that when the elite sent their jobs to China and Mexico, that they should “learn to code” instead. Because “those jobs aren’t coming back” – or at least so we were told.

This is worth a closer look….

Although there were a few useful idiots on the left who grabbed some headlines and “virtue attaboys” by actually taking such “you can code” re-education talk seriously, the advice was, in fact, a SCANDALOUS insult.

At least on the surface level.

An insult? Why?

Because the very same people who GAVE that advice were the ones who had in fact already KILLED THE CODING JOBS. by either shipping them overseas, or by bringing in immigrants under H1B visas to do the work more cheaply.

To say nothing of the fact that it was becoming harder and harder for those WHITE MALES (you know – the people who actually LIKE to code) to get coding jobs, with such jobs being given preferentially to everybody else.

You see? CYNICAL. Very cynical advice.

The schadenfreude of the current “advice” back to fired leftist journalists is real, but ironically the job market is much better, thanks to…….

Yeah. “Orange Man bad.”

However, it goes DEEPER. “Learn to code” goes back even further, to when it was the advice given to American scientists as THEIR jobs vanished, as American science became American Fake Science, lying FIRST to its own, before it began to lie to everybody else.

Hey – I know what I’m talking about here. I “learned to code”. And I thank G_d that this was my fate.


The beauty of all this sound and fury over coding is the deep irony that “learn to code” is actually good advice, and leftist-beaten but never-defeated Andrew Torba knows it, just like I do.

Maximus discovers his family LYNCHED by the Establishment in the movie “Gladiator”.

Sometimes – and this does seem to be a “God thing” – it is our very undoings, our downfalls, and our betrayals by those “craftier, less unfortunate, and more fortunately unindicted co-conspirators” that make us stronger and wiser.

“Learn to code” is the school of hard knocks. It is where one learns things like the following:

  • Code is the best place for globalist management to hide their LIES, because most people can’t SEE them in code.
  • Memos say what management wants everybody to believe about management. Code says what management actually wanted.
  • Management always wants YOU to code the lies – they refuse to learn to code because then THEY would not have YOU to blame.
  • If you won’t do it, management will find somebody else who will.
  • Foreigners make GREAT “just do this and don’t ask annoying ethical questions” coders, and that is why globalist management loves them.
  • Machines don’t lie. People lie, or force machines to lie.
  • Guns REALLY don’t kill people. People kill people, and the deadliest people don’t use guns. They use LAWS. Bad, deceitful, cunning LAWS. You know. LAWFARE.
  • Guns have a message, if you listen very carefully. “If humans get rid of guns because they cannot live with them, there will be nobody left to tell humans they are getting worse, and possibly too bad to be allowed to continue to exist.”
  • See how that works? You can bet that SOMEBODY did.

The view from the bottom is SPECTACULAR. Sometimes getting sent there is a blessing in disguise.

Learn to code. Trust me – it’s for your own good.

W

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