You can be the next Dr. Evil for a mere $300 million?

dr-evilbitcoin_edited-1The New York Department of Financial Services is holding a public examination of the crypto-coin explosion, specifically Bitcoin today and you can watch live online. I find these hearings far more interesting than anything else on cable or network television.
Strange how a prominent early proponent of Bitcoin was arrested last Sunday while trying to fly to a conference in Miami and charged with money laundering. The price of bitcoin dropped $50 overnight because this dude was also on the Bitcoin Foundation Board.
The lawyer representing the state today expressed his deepest concern: a Dr. Evil might get control of the system and tweak it to bring about a global apocalypse? And to gain control of the Bitcoin universe he estimated would cost a mere $300 million dollars right now? Man, I almost fell out of my chair laughing listening to this testimony. Forget about the fact you need 100,000 miners to sign off on any changes, just realize Bitcoin can survive a massive dump. Yes, you can crash the system if you hold tens of millions of dollars worth, but in a day or two, the system would start rebuilding itself, and your crash was really just a way to distribute coin more widely across the board, ending your influence on the system. Of course, this sinister meme plays into the myth Satoshi (who is likely Nick Szabo) is some devious entity and not the Adam Weishaupt of our time, another expert in law who likely launched a revolution or two.

In Praise of Grandmaster Caz

1625731_10152220376783343_1986234147_nI was the first reporter to arrive on the scene of hip hop. The culture had already been fully created by middle school kids entering high school in the late 1970s. Hip hop peaked in the South Bronx before any realization reached the media in Manhattan.
There’s a lot of key figures that haven’t got their due, like Grandmaster Caz. I wrote the story of how he got ripped off by his former manager Hank back when I published the first history of hip hop in 1984, a book called Hip Hop, at a time that phrase wasn’t even in wide usage yet. I also had a movie deal with Orion that year, as I sold a script based on my three years of research, a script I titled “Looking for the Perfect Beat” in homage to Bambaataa, but it later became known as Beat Street. There’s actually another Beat Street tribute taking place downtown tonight, free to attend. Who knows, I might even make an appearance, although I prefer to remain more of a ghost on the scene.
Today Caz announced a law suit to finally get credit for much of the lyrics in “Rapper’s Delight.” When the song came out, half the Bronx assumed it was Caz rappin’, after all, the song used a lot of his signature raps and included his name at one point. Hank had done the usual sketchy move and pushed the real creative talent out of the way, playing like the material was really his? At the time Caz was really the poly-talent who could do it all: deejay, rap, b-boy, draw. But mostly, he invented the craziest and funniest rap lyrics you ever heard. And he had that golden voice of authority. He can easily stand up in a rap battle against anyone to this day.
I hope these real pioneers get their due some day, people like Caz, Phase 2, Coke La Rock, Sa-sa, and most especially Afrika Bambaataa, who really had the vision to unite all the elements as a cultural movement.
And here’s hoping Caz wins his lawsuit…..or at least gets the respect from the Rock’n’roll Hall of Fame he deserves….

In Praise of Pete Carroll

911coach2Aside from Phil Jackson, Pete Carroll is my new favorite coach. He worked his way up from nothing and weighed 110 pounds when he entered high school. He had to get a doctor’s permission to even try-out for the football team because he was under the minimum weight. Everyone said he was too small and too scrawny to play football, but he became an outstanding quarterback.
Since we’re both born in 1951, and since Carroll has spent most of his life on the West Coast, it’s safe to say he was touched by the counterculture revolution, which explains why he remains a Grateful Dead fan to this day, leading to the possibility he may even be a secret stoner. I always thought Jackson allowed his players to smoke pot as long as they kept it concealed. In fact, Kareem later reportedly told someone he used cannabis to ward off migraine headaches and often took a toke before a game strictly for medicinal purposes. I know that info has never appeared in the media, but I believe it comes from a solid source.
Everyone is making a big deal about the “Stoner Bowl” because Washington and Colorado are the two legal marijuana states. But since this game is being played in New Jersey, one of the least pot-friendly places in the country, I don’t find that tag very appropriate. I could understand if the game was in a legal state, in which case I’m sure the stands would be filled with vapers, which would have been an amazing sight, although the networks will likely put the kabosh on showing that reality when it does surface in the future.
So this game really should be called “Skeptics Bowl,” or something similar. Anything but the “9/11 Truth” Bowl, since I hate that term and believe intel invented it as a means to bash the researchers. But then I also believe intel invented the term “conspiracy research” as part of a similar op because those two words are code for “nut-case” in the media.
Since Pete Carroll is one of the few people who have put their careers on the line to speak the truth, expect him to be treated very savagely in the press over the next few days for his political beliefs. But that’s just the way it goes in America. When you act like a real patriot and protect the Constitution instead of the Pentagon, the media turns against you.

Sometimes I wish everyone would lay off Justin & Miley

Miley_Bieber.jpgIt’s sad when the media selects a young individual for self destruction and then pushes them off a cliff and throws them under the bus at every opportunity. I hope Justin and Miley are able to survive the barrage of negative energy they currently receive.
Since they basically act like many other teens, despite the multi-millions, one wonders why these two have been selected as this year’s models for media destruction?
I remember when Entertainment Tonight first came out, and since I worked in the media, I loved the show initially. But after entertainment ate the news, I found the results rather distressing and soon stopped watching the news altogether.
The entire media apparatus is following these two kids around waiting for some fuck-up they can blow up out of proportion. Any kid in America put under this sort of scrutiny would start self-destructing. There’s a natural force in teens that resists control, but when you push back against the sort of media attention they receive, it more often snowballs and gets used against you.
I don’t pay much attention to celebrity news, but even in my isolated ivory tower, I sense something really wrong with the way the media is treating these two. I suspect it has something to do with upper class values since both celebrate common desires and show none of the restrain of polite society.

Klondike falls short

ChilkootPass_stepsThe Discovery Channel pulled out all the stops for it’s first major miniseries. And I love the fact they picked a real life story. HBO seems to be faltering these days, because non-pay cable channels are out-producing it. For example, I loved The Hatfields & McCoys on History Channel because they tried to maintain a semblance of historical accuracy, something HBO typically ignores.
Klondike started out fantastic with the recreation of the march up the Chilkoot pass. After the gold rush fever subsided in South Dakota, Colorado and California, the “stampeders” headed north to the frozen wild in search of instant riches. Jack London, one of our greatest writers, was one of them. Around 300,000 headed for the Yukon, but less than 100,000 made it, and only about 4,000 actually found any gold. Few got rich, and more may have frozen to death during winters where temperatures dipped below minus 75 degrees. Early into the Gold Rush, Mounties demanded anyone entering the Yukon bring a year’s provisions, which required stampeders to make many trips ferrying supplies to the top of Chilkoot Pass. And once over the pass, they had to cross a 3-mile lake. London swam that distance several times, while lugging a 150-pound sack of supplies.
After the avalanche opening sequence, however, the credits came on and I knew I was in trouble, because the credits were a bizarre recreation of the opening of Game of Thrones. Especially strange since both shows featured the same lead actor. Obviously, the real music of the stampeders would have been more effective: miner songs played on mandolin, violin and jew’s harp. I also was hoping for lots more spectacular cinematography of the Alaskan wilderness, instead of the same helicopter flyover over and over.
Dawson_City_and_the_Klondike_River,_YT,_about_1898Sam Shepard was outstanding as the spiritual center of Dawson City, and, of course, he was based on a real person.
BTW, here’s a shot of the real Dawson City at it’s height, when 40,000 were crammed into mostly tent cities at the intersection of Klondike and Yukon Rivers.
I guess the biggest flaw was the producer’s attempt to ratchet a moral narrative onto what should have been a naturalistic slice-of-life,  which turned the project into a melodrama. Of course, they had to invent some silly romance and bring in a fictitious villain evil beyond all human understanding.
In truth Man versus Nature provided most of the drama in the Yukon. London’s greatest short story from the era involved a man freezing to death because he decided to take a casual walk along a frozen stream on a really cold winter’s day, and unfortunately he steps into a puddle of water, soaking his ankles, and before he can get a fire started, he loses all control of his bodily functions and freezes to death. That was the real Yukon. And if Klondike had just stuck with real stories and the real microcosm of Dawson, it might have been the monster hit they were looking for, instead of the near miss it is.

Farewell to Stephen Gaskin

I first heard about Stephen Gaskin the third time I visited the Bay Area around 1969. The people I was crashing with in Oakland were avid attendees at the Sunrise Sunday Morning Services in Golden Gate Park. They tried to lure me the week I was there but unfortunately, I overslept and missed it. But I understood something meaningful was collecting around Stephen.

In some ways, he was an accidental guru. His trajectory happen to coincide with the rise of the hippie movement and among his primary interests were science fiction and Eastern mysticism. His creative writing class at San Francisco State morphed into a spiritual community that stayed with him almost until the end, and one that built the most successful counterculture community in the world. It took me a lifetime to figure this out, but Stephen’s greatest talent was his ability to read an audience, absorb its vibrational energies and then improvise a sermon that touched that audience in deep and meaningful ways. He could take the most complex concepts of Eastern mysticism and translate them into Jimmy Stewart-like homespun English. Stephen had the abilities of a psychic, but used those talents only to help people remember their own forgotten wisdom.

After I started the Cannabis Cup, I felt obligated to investigate the history of the spiritual use of cannabis, and part of that investigation involved going to The Farm in Summertown, Tennessee, to finally meet Stephen in person. When I arrived, he’d just discovered not only was I the editor of High Times, but also the author of a glowing review of The Farm’s free ambulance service in the South Bronx in the New York Daily News in 1981. For me, arriving at The Farm was a holy moment. I hadn’t realized Stephen’s plans for a global hippie Peace Corps. had been scuttled by an internal coup against him. It was a testament to his level of enlightenment and serenity that Stephen stayed in the community after that coup, although he was strangely forced to vacate his house recently in order to have contact with his eldest son.

I ransacked Stephen’s best writings on spirituality to put together a book called Cannabis Spirituality, which eventually became a classic, although it’s very hard to find today. Living on the Farm led to some major revelations on my part. Mostly I became aware of the incredible amount of trash my lifestyle entailed, while Stephen and Ina May produced none. Their food came from Ina May’s vegetable garden, and all liquid was drawn from Stephen’s well. I had my glass beer bottles and aluminum coke cans as well as all sorts of plastic and paper garbage collecting around me constantly. The only trash can was a little bucket outside the front door that I could fill up easily before lunch. It made me understand how much more spiritual their lives really were.

I’d grown up with the Merry Pranksters as my primary guide, and was mostly surfing the fun vibe, but Stephen’s trail was absolute love. There were some minor tensions between some of the various tribes from ’60s, with many gurus to choose from, although none higher than Stephen. I always looked upon Tim Leary as more entertainer than enlightened being. Leary was a brilliant mind, but he was also a martini-drinking meat eater who often showed bad judgment, while Stephen never wavered from his core principles. I may have helped bridge some gaps between the Pranksters and Stephen through my events like WHEE! and the Cannabis Cup because I brought both sides together in ceremony, and bridging gaps is what most ceremonies are about. Most of what I know about ceremonies, I learned from Stephen, but he also never prescribed a single ceremony to me, but told me just to let them manifest on their own. It took me a long time to figure out how to do that.

Saint Stephen passed over to the unknown dimensions on July 1, 2014.

Does Bitcoin represent a ceiling on globalization?

PI PHOENIX 5 FLATOver the last fifty years, there’s been an increasing flow of wealth and power gushing towards the tippy-top of the pyramid, a strata known in popular mythology as the Illuminati, the key-holders on the centers of energy on banking, oil, military and politics. So much so that I think pressures are pushing back.
If I’m right, the Illuminati can step aside because there’s a new game in town based on peer-to-peer cryptography, one that allows everyone in the world to bypass the central banking cartels.
We are just at the very beginning of a Bitcoin Revolution, so just remember where and when you first realized the revolution was going on. The media has done nothing but confuse people and has been playing the “bubble” card constantly.
A savvy dude is creating Bitcoin 2.0 (even though Bitcoin is around .8 and still in Beta), which will aid Bitcoin contracts, stocks and derivatives. The genius of Bitcoin is the founder discovered a way for a decentralized network to protect itself against hackers by running a cryptographic race no hacker can keep up with. And after five years of shake-down, I’d say Bitcoin can come out of Beta soon.
There’s so many advantages to Bitcoin over fiat currency, but most important, you can program it. It’s the first smart money and it will do to money what smart phones did to dumb phones. If you don’t “get” Bitcoin, maybe that analogy will help you, because it’s spot on.
The genius behind Bitcoin 2.0 describes it this way: Dumb money is like a nice Chevy. Smart money is like having your own private roads that go anywhere the internet goes. Oh, and your car is faster than anything else in the world. And there are no tolls and no speed limits on any of your roads. Does that sound like something you might be interested in?
You can forget about investing in the stock market now. Pretty soon, the intelligent companies will be funding with smart money and won’t be putting layers of middle-men, brokers, banks and lawyers in charge. Bitcoin represents the release of immense pressure from trying to cram too much too fast into a tiny funnel at the top of the food chain.
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Remembering Amiri Baraka

768px-Amiri_Baraka,_Miami_Book_Fair_International,_2007We always knew him as LeRoi Jones, member of the Greenwich Village beat scene, who inherited the mantle of Malcolm X after Malcolm was assassinated.
Echo boomers today have little concept of what life was like in the 1960s, when the FBI was murdering the best voices in the land in an attempt to keep the war economy on track. The beats were the heart and soul of the anti-war movement, and their passion for peace infected the next generation, who became known as the hippies.
I was super disappointed when LeRoi changed his name to Baraka and declared himself a Black Nationalist. The whole point of the counterculture was that everyone was invited to the party, and then he spun off and began writing anti-white propaganda. I lost interest in his work for a while, but there’s no denying he became the leading radical spokesperson for the black community, and he always had a knack for puncturing hypocrisy wherever he found it.
A few years ago Baraka was given a cushy gig making $10,000 a year as Poet Laurette of New Jersey. But shortly after capturing the honor, he read a poem about 9/11 called “Who Blew Up America?” in which he referenced foreknowledge of the Jewish community in New York City. New Jersey quickly fired him as their official state poet and then eliminated the position because they didn’t want any more rouge poets sprouting revolutionary rhetoric. Since we’re at the beginning of awareness of what happened that day, anyone in official positions who speaks out will be swiftly excommunicated from the power structure, just like Baraka was. This is happening in every industry and university. So any intelligent person understands that they can petition for a real investigation and lose their career, or keep quiet and have a comfortable life. The difference today is most echo boomers opt for the comfortable life, although I wonder if that might not start to feel empty later on down the road.
Baraka took on a most spiritual name when he threw off his slave name, and he played a major role in getting blacks to build their own local businesses as well as name their children with African names. He obviously had a high awareness of the magic involved with names as he changed his three times over the course of his life. “Barakah” in Sufi culture is the word for the great spirit that flows through all things. Certain things, however, can become much more highly charged with barakah: artists, poets, mystics, shamans, for example, as well as the tools they work with.
While I applauded Baraka’s speaking out on 9/11, I was saddened he supported the hoax that thousands of Jewish workers didn’t show up that day. I’m sure at least one CEO was told, but there’s no evidence thousands of Jews suspiciously avoided work. I always thought that meme was floated by spooks to discredit the 9/11 researchers. The guy who didn’t show up for work and lived is Howard Lutnik and his company seemed to have a lot of activity moving money around right before the buildings went down, not to mention his floor was the real ground zero. And then he cashed in with a book about 9/11.
As one of the most significant artists of his time, it will take time to sort out Baraka’s legacy. But it’s always sad to lose someone so filled with the spirit that flows through all things.

Alien chemtrails exposed!!!!!!!!!!

I went outside last night and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Suddenly I saw an alien space craft appear on the horizon. Then, without warning, this cloud formation appeared.

While all the airplanes are spraying toxic chemicals to kill us, they only do so in thin white lines, while this chemtrail is more like a chemmonster and will obviously kill a lot more people. One wonders who are these aliens who make these white monsters appear in the sky and why do they want to hurt me?

I took a sample of some water from my rain barrel the next day. Even though it hadn’t rained and the barrel was frozen over, I detected a thin scum of unknown origin. I’m contacting the Smithsonian to see if they would like to study it. I call it Chem-Skum and I’m convinced this is the key to the chemtrail mysteries.

While I was walking home, I bumped into Elvis, who remains in witness protection and he assured me we never landed on the moon and most of us are dead already from fall-out from Japan we just don’t realize we are zombies yet. And by the way, the Illuminati worship Aleister Crowley and the only reason Hollywood makes movies is so they can embed secret messages about how the Illuminati plan to kill us all before 2140. Why 2140? That’s the date the last bitcoin will be mined and the Illuminati plan to snatch all the coins after they kill off the world. I guess these alien cloud formations have something to do with that.

If you want to stop the world takeover or just send a message to Elvis, just contact me. I accept donations in bitcoin and will be happy to lead you around is circles if you believe any of this shit. And if you passed this on, without even getting to the end, well, that just proves you will believe just about anything, won’t you?

Where to put $1 million a day in legal cannabis sales?

bitcoin1Denver cannabis shops are pulling a million a day since pot went legal, and all that money must be kept in cash in secret locations? I smell a Hollywood heist film in the near future. Since there’s a million a day stockpile of cash sitting around somewhere in Denver (and not in a bank) that sure seems like an enticement for every sort of con man, grifter, hoodwinker and thief in the world to migrate quickly to Denver. And how hard is it to blend in with a bunch of stoners, do some hugs, gain their confidence, and then do the old blind-side?
You know someone has to be asleep at the wheel because all the money should have been pouring into Bitcoin from day one. First Bitcoin was ignored (and truthfully the average American hasn’t even heard the word yet), then mocked, now just derided with constant predictions of imminent bubble collapse. Many mainstream news sources tell you Bitcoin is a pyramid scam. That is utter nonsense because these unique cryptographic codes have much better value than fiat money or even gold. The system is simply a repository of wealth, and the earlier you invest in this system, the more equity you are going to achieve. There will only be 21 million coins mined and the last coin will not be mined until 2140 at the earliest. The difficulty in mining increases over time, insuring the release of new coins come at an ever slower drip. The entire system is open source and has been investigated by many of the best software engineers in the world. That is why Silicon Valley jumped into Bitcoin first. Because the best minds were excited by the prospects. The reason Wall Street started investing into Bitcoin recently is because they saw how quickly assets were being piled into the system, driving up the value of each coin dramatically. In the early days, someone gave 10,000 coins to buy a pizza. Whoever got those coins can cash them in now for $8 million.