The Majority is Always Wrong.

Category: Phony War on Drugs


First, let it be noted that Mara Leveritt, the author of this, could obviously WRITE. Her prose is flawless, transparent, clear and concise. Good prose is like a windowpane, George Orwell once wrote. And this perfectly describes Leveritt’s writing style. Nowhere is she pedantic, nor is she florid, neither does she engage in slanginess; nothing at all that would distract the reader away from the subject matter.

This is a book that is not easy to put down once it has begun to be read. It is an absolute page-turner.

The setting is a small rural county in Arkansas in the 1980s. The story is all true. In fact, this could not be made up. It is too bizarre, too ominous, too sinister, and too sad. Perhaps you have heard of it; if you have not, that would be understandable. That’s part of the ominous and the sinister.

The book starts with the obvious late-night murders, and equally obvious local cover-up of the murders, of two teenage boys. The boys had very obviously been murdered and then their bodies moved to nearby railroad tracks to be run over by a train later that night in order to make the murders look like accidental deaths.

The rest of the book retraces the life of Linda Ives, the mother of one of the boys, as she perseveringly fought for answers and for justice, as the local cover-up eventually gave way to an alarming statewide cover-up, and then, to a really distressing cover-up at the federal level. Linda Ives never got answers, never got justice, for her son’s murder. Just about every county and state official she spoke with, it would seem, lied to her; just about ever federal alphabet agency strung her along, stonewalled, strung her along some more, stonewalled some more, and then lied to her.

This book is yet another confirmation of what is contained in other books such as COMPROMISED by Terry Reed, BARRY & THE BOYS by Daniel Hopsicker, CROSSFIRE by LD Brown, and others. For several years in the 1980s, as part of the now widely known, illegal, covert operation to fund the Nicaraguan Contras during the Reagan Administration, and under the direction of then-Vice President George Bush, and with the complicity of then-governor of Arkansas Bill Clinton, Arkansas had been turned into a main hub of a gigantic, international, illegal drug-smuggling ring utilizing the monstrous talents of a military-airline pilot/entrepreneur/illegal drug smuggler named Barry Seal. Seal was running an entire corporate enterprise of smuggling and in the 1980s he had shifted his central hub from Baton Rouge, Louisiana to Mena, Arkansas.

All indications were and are that the two teenage boys had, knowingly or unknowingly, stumbled onto an illegal drug drop from a low-flying airplane late at night out in the middle of nowheresville. The airport at Mena was the center of operations, but late-night drops were evidently being made up and down the state, especially in rural counties like Linda Ives’s which bordered upon the city of Little Rock.

Sheriffs and deputies were in on it; the outrageously corrupt lightning rod of an arrogant state medical examiner was in on it; they didn’t call him “Slick Willy” for nothing, but the obvious message here is that Clinton knew about the whole operation and did nothing for years, and never did do anything; the REALLY bizarre episode, though, and where this tale takes a truly outlandish yet riveting turn, was when a masterfully corrupt, drug-smuggling, racketeering, wife-beating Arkansas state prosecuting attorney for many years stepped into the fray and deceived Mrs. Ives for years into thinking that he was on her side, that he too wanted to solve the mystery of what happened to the two boys, when all he really wanted was to help cover up the crime and simultaneously gain political notoriety by exploiting poor Mrs. Ives. For years this man, Dan Harmon, not only deceived Mrs. Ives, he also deceived and bullied the entire state of Arkansas, it seems. Had his illegal drug addictions not finally got the better of him, causing him to sabotage himself, it appears that he could have, at the very least, kept riding roughshod over Saline County, Arkansas for all of his life.

Still, Harmon’s jail sentence was extremely and unusually lenient, showing that he, like other high officials involved, was still being conspiratorially protected even here.

This book is both a murder mystery and an indictment of the entire American political and judicial system from top to bottom. It is a story of one mother’s unfailing loyalty to her son, and of her adamantine resolve, and of her awakening to the reality of vast illegal conspiracies from the local level on up to the highest level of government.

This is an extraordinary book. It was published in 1999. As I indicated above, once you open it, you will not want to put it down. It is perfectly written, and it is unfortunately all true.

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Published in 1996, obviously by a small, independent publisher (though there are no typographical errors as often is the case with those), the conception of this book was a meritorious idea. The author, Alan B. Jones, chose eleven conspiratorially-conscious books on geopolitics to review in consecutive chapters in order to demonstrate how the various researchers/authors of these books all were identifying the various parts of the same colossal, overshadowing conspiracy for global takeover by a cabal of elite oligarchs. The first nine books Jones chose are most apt: A CENTURY OF WAR by F. William Engdahl; TRAGEDY AND HOPE by Prof. Carroll Quigley; THE NAKED CAPITALIST by W. Cleon Skousen; THE TAX-EXEMPT FOUNDATIONS by William H. McIlhaney; THE CREATURE FROM JEKYLL ISLAND by G. Edward Griffin; 1984 by George Orwell; REPORT FROM IRON MOUNTAIN ON THE POSSIBILITY AND DESIREABILITY OF PEACE by ????; THE GREENING by Larry Abraham; THE POLITICS OF HEROIN by Alfred W. McCoy.
Now, having supplied that introduction, I feel in the mood for one of my patented “spaghetti-western” book reviews:
The Good:
1. The author starts out splendidly. The first nine on his list of chosen “conspiracy” books is almost ideal—
2. —especially as he does a most befitting job of summarizing and weaving together their respective findings and conclusions, often in quite specific individually-arrived-at-but-extraordinarily-corroborating details and quotations.
3. The text is quite large and easy to read, in keeping with the intended use of this book as a sort of primer for teaching “sheople” to finally understand, well, “How the world really works.” It is only because of this large text that the book spans 300-some-odd pages. There is a “no nonsense/no frills” semblance to the book’s overall cover and design, and even the writing itself.
4. In reviewing the message of the novel 1984, Jones states at the outset that he does not know whether or not George Orwell was in favor of that which he wrote in 1984. Thus, Jones refuses to conjecture about this at all, and simply sticks to the message in the novel itself. In doing this, Jones reveals that he has obviously read nothing else by Orwell at all; but, since he has obviously read nothing else by Orwell at all, then it is commendable of Jones to not conjecture here out of ignorance, as is the penchant nowadays of so many “patriotards” whenever Orwell’s name or his most famous book are mentioned.
The Bad:
1. Jones overlooks the geopolitical state known as the Vatican entirely.
2. Jones misses out entirely on the panoply of suppressed, out-of-print books dating back to at least 1820 and leading back to today, books many of which were written by Americans like Jones himself, books which correctly identify the Vatican and the Society of Jesus as representing the most malevolent threat to Jones’s conception of what the United States of America was supposed to have been at its (incorporated) inception.
3. Though he thankfully does not stress it throughout the book like so many other writers, Jones is still a “Constitution hugger” and an unbiblical respecter of persons, especially those “Founding Fathers.” Nevermind the fact that those “Founding Fathers” were un-elected, secrecy-loving, lying ELITISTS at heart and in deed, not very much different at all from the type of contemporary, global ELITISTS whom Jones seeks to expose throughout this book. Now there’s irony for ya!
4. Had the author ever actually read anything by George Orwell other than 1984, then the author would know with absolute certitude that George Orwell was NOT in favor of the subject matter of which he had penned in 1984, and that 1984 was more of a WARNING to the world, written by a rather very decent man.
The Ugly:
1. The book degenerates in tutelage for the last two book-reviewing chapters, because Jones unfortunately closes with two faulty book choices: First, of ALL the adroit JFK-assassination-conspiracy books he could have chosen, he chooses the one which, probably more than any others of note, peremptorily insists that “Israel” was the single entity most responsible for the assassination of JFK. Yes, this otherwise quite informative JFK assassination book and its otherwise quite informative conspiracy-aware author are quite indicative of the burgeoning “brownshirt” movement that is happening all across America now (e.g., the “Christian Identity” movement; and much or most of the “Tea Party,” etc.), just as it did in the 1930s in Germany. (Gulp.) As Mark Twain once said, “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.” Lastly, and unfortunately, the book which Jones chose to follow up his JFK book with, the very last book on Jones’s list, was a book by a certain cultishly confrontational, incongruously Anglophobe-but-FDR/New Deal-loving, oddball outfit whose minions might occasionally be found outside of grocery stores selling their errant ideological wares-with-strings-attached. Darn it. Of all the books he could have chosen. And here I seriously thought that this author was batting a thousand with his first nine choices, well, give or take. And then he culminates it all by letting himself be twice seduced by revised and furtive forms of fascism, and lamentably passing that 95% real truth/5% rat poison off to the unwary reader. Too bad.
2. Oh, and there is also the obligatory “How to fix America” quickie-final chapter. Yeah, good luck with that.

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THE OCTOPUS by Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith

This reminds me of the book VOTESCAM by James and Kenneth Collier. In that investigation and this one, all of the authors involved started out thinking they were investigating a certain level and type of governmental crime, only to find out that what they had begun researching was only one blackened pimple on the ugly butt of a gargantuan, multi-headed beast of governmental crime. And, as perhaps in the case of the Collier brothers, it may have got this investigator killed. Indeed, in the case of this Danny Casolero fellow, whose aborted investigation this book is about, this probability is even more likely.

Casolero was something of a journalist, or at least an aspiring journalist, in the mid-1980s when he stumbled onto a story about the U.S. Justice Department stealing a computer program from a private U.S. firm because this particular computer program did some things in the area of surveilling people that no other computer program had ever done before. The description herein is rather vague, and that’s at least partially because it was so successfully covered up to this day: this program apparently did some other things, but apparently the surveillance bit was the main thing the Brass was interested in. I know. Go figure, right?

Anyway, Casolero in the late 80s and early 90s kept stumbling onto more and more and more sundry and sordid criminal enterprises in official high places in the U.S. and tentacling out internationally: gun-running, drug-running, Iran/Contra, October Surprise, BCCI, Vince Foster, Mena, Whitewater, Clinton, Bush, Reagan, CIA/OSI, S&L Scandal–you name it, he was linking it all up, the kind of evil stuff that can be read about and verified in a lot of other conspiratorial fact books of the past few decades, except Casolero was perhaps connecting the dots a bit more thoroughly than most others.

As indicated, Casolero didn’t write this book. He was offed before he got the chance to complete it. This book examines both Casolero’s life as well as his having-a-tiger-by-the-tail investigation, and was written by Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith, based off of the investigative notes and the manuscript that Casolero left behind. It’s got a chapter in here about Jim Keith’s later strange death, and the still slightly more suspicious death of Ron Bonds, Keith’s publisher. But Casolero’s death in the early 90s, when the exquisitely suspicious details are given herein, is the most dubious of all: He was done in. The guy got too close, too specific, and too honest about the real evil machinations behind the real U.S. government apparatus. Would-be books like that are very bad for the health and safety of the would-be author.

But you out there, my American idiot neighbor and reader, you keep right on voting. It’s the ritual that makes you feel better. You need that. It’s what keeps you in the system.

Right where they want you.

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This was written in the early 1990s and further corroborates such works as COMPROMISED by Terry Reed, BARRY & THE BOYS by Daniel Hopsicker, and DARK ALLIANCE by Gary Webb, all of which from one angle or another delve into and expose the illegal drug running of the CIA, the high crimes of fall guy Oliver North and his bosses and cronies, and the Bush-Reagan Iran-Contragate caper, etc.

This book comes at it from the angle of the massive savings and loan failures of the 1980s, and the author shows how that too was related to all this Contra/drug running/Irangate criminality with the money that was swindled from the S & L’s being funneled into–you guessed it–CIA black operations, along with a lot of collusion from the Mafia. Yes, and of course the Bushes are involved–most especially Neil Bush. The only group that the author fails to identify is the inevitable secret societies: especially by the time he identifies an impressive number of bigwig Texas oil-and-other businessmen–look, without a doubt there must have been many incestuous secret societal ties in the shadows connecting these scallowags to one another.

Only as a resource for documenting the facts and culprits behind the Savings and Loan Scandal is this book valuable and worthy of a spot on one’s bookshelf; otherwise, this is a terrible book to read for any kind of casual reading, because the author relentlessly bombards the reader with fact after fact, character after character, connection after connection, with no letting up for air until the whole thing just turns into this overwhelming murky labyrinth of suspicious schemes all loosely connected. It becomes all too clear that what we are reading is a bunch of rich criminals lining their own feather beds at taxpayers’ expense, and congress doesn’t care because it is bought off and part of the problem, and the really salient documents are not subject to scrutiny by the public, not even under the Freedom of Information Act, so we can’t get at most of the exact incriminating details, but it’s clear to anyone as yet unbrainwashed that a gigantic, stupendous swindle has indeed happened that the public is powerless to do anything about–in other words, same old, same old, etc., etc.

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ACID DREAMS by Martin Lee and Bruce Shlain

The subtitle to this book is “The Complete Social History of LSD: The CIA, The Sixties, and Beyond,” and as far as the beyond goes, this was written back in 1985, but it reads like something that was published today, such is the ongoing, albeit clandestine, history of the Orwellian “War on Drugs” in America.

Most Americans don’t know the real history of the origin behind LSD, and how it came to be ubiquitous in this country. It emanated from a “Cold War” project of the CIA which sought to find a “truth serum” for spies and other political prisoners. The CIA was so smitten with the LSD formula that the entire department began acting like a bunch of overgrown children with a new forbidden toy, and it wasn’t long before many of the CIA’s professional “researchers” began dosing one another up for fun and giggles. Then, when the fun ran out of that, the attention-deficited boys at the CIA research department were precociously patriotic enough to begin secretly dosing innocent American citizens, even setting up “safe houses” in San Francisco with two-way mirrors and employing prostitutes to lure unsuspecting whore-mongers into coming over and drinking a mickey they no doubt never forgot, and all the while the peeping tom CIA “researchers” were getting their jollies off behind the mirror and probably even jotting down a few notes here and there. Though LSD failed to consistently perform effectively as a “truth syrum,” it was recognized as a tremendous weapon in controlling populations via “psy-ops.”

Thus, it wasn’t long after this “Cold War research” that LSD began to appear en masse on the streets in San Francisco, just in time to confuse and defuse the then-burgeoning anti-Vietnam War movement.

This is a fascinating tale, and the history here is so ambiguous and strange that the story itself, as written by these two highly competent writers and researchers, begins to resemble the effects of LSD itself. This is a truly masterful job of metaphorical writing by Lee and Shlain, and one that is seldom seen in non-fiction prose. In discussing so many of the colorful and often shady whack-jobs who peopled the popular LSD movement in the late 60s and early 70s, the authors themselves evince real confusion over whether this or that LSD scion was truly a popular revolutionary, or if he was a spy sent in to infiltrate the movement, etc, etc.

The 60s and the story behind LSD could easily be the most byzantine era ever produced by this sick nation’s history, but this book makes the most sense of it that this reader has ever encountered. There is a tremendous amount to be gleaned here and, as usual, here is yet another hugely significant book that every single American should read but never ever will. Sigh.

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