Who’s Shooting All the Pretty Horses?
Wild horses are symbols of the vanished West
They are also living, breathing creatures
May the mark of Cain be upon their killer, as it is upon us
Far out on the fringes of Utah’s deserts, cradled between a chemical-weapons testing range and an army depot, there run the Onaqui wild horses. Blacks and bays, dapples and grays, pintos and palominos. Someone keeps shooting them.
“Pyrite bled out just down the road from here,” says the woman standing beside me. This sturdy lady is my souped-up-4Runner-driving guide to the Onaqui’s 200,000-acre range, a lonesome stretch of desert a couple hours southwest of Salt Lake City that is home to a herd of 300 or so wild mustangs.
My guide comes out here nearly every weekend to be among the horses. Her eyes can spot the animals hiding in the cracks of the hills. She agreed to show me around on the condition that I don’t use her real name. Snowflakes, wind-kicked from the ground back into the air, flicker all around us.
Pyrite, a young palomino stallion, was shot in the first week of November; …
Welcome to the Hyper-Feudalist Future!
If not for cosmic-level screwups by Germany and Japan, America would still be an ass-backwards shithole.
That, plus the serpentine genius of F.D.R., birthed the alternate-timeline universe that we inhabit today, which is now run by Donald Trump and Elon Musk.
Palm-sized mind-control devices stream an endless feed of sex, violence, and outrage porn while our neurodivergent elites plan gated communities on Mars.
For those mystically inclined — or maybe just hopped up on Marvel lore — there’s a serious case to be made that we’re living in an alternate timeline, one diverging sharply from the path we were meant to follow. A “universe” where Christianity is doomed to end in failure; where Hegel and Marx — and the rest of the progressive left — are proven dead wrong about humanity’s dialectical march toward progress. A historical itinerary where every attempt to build a humane, collectivist model of industrialization is thwarted by charismatic leaders with dark-triad traits, propped up by the wealthiest actors in their respective societies, hellbent on global domination and imperial destruction. Adolf Hitler. Joseph McCarthy. Barack Hussein Obama. And now Donald J. Trump.
Humanity’s best shot at building a sane industrial society probably ended when Kaiser Wilhelm let his overconfident military brass talk him …
Angleton & Oswald: The Hidden Relationship
Ghostly fingerprints of the CIA’s legendary counterintelligence chief appear on the Oswald file
Top CIA spymasters lied for decades to cover up their snow-white innocence
Sorry about that, Mrs. Kennedy
During the summer of 1961, Lee Harvey Oswald, a 20-year-old American living in Minsk, wrote a letter to his mother in rural northern Texas. Marguerite Oswald, who raised Lee as a single mother, had worried endlessly about her younger son after he got a discharge from the Marines and ran off to the Soviet Union.
In the letter, Lee dropped word that he had married a Russian girl named Marina. He also asked for a copy of George Orwell’s novel 1984, a request that belies Oswald’s reputation as a fanatic. Oswald, it seems, wanted to read Orwell, a banned anti-communist author, hardly the impulse of a Marxist-Leninist ideologue.
“Dear Lee,” Marguerite responded on July 8, 1961. “Received your letter yesterday. I’m sending a package today, please let me know if you receive it.” She included deodorant, shaving cream, dish towels, a potholder, and a can opener.
“I couldn’t imagine …
