Lies of Omission

Lies of Omission
An Amazing Documentary

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Sometimes, You Deserve It

My duty was to deliver a DVD of Lies of Omission to Larry Pratt, then, on the way to the screening on May 20th in Canon City, CO, I wanted to stop by David Codrea and one of our producers Eben Hawkins. Eben has been a stalwart and a dedicated part of this film. I looked forward to meeting him and talking about the film, letting him have his say as to what he thought could be better.

Eben and I spent some time roaming the hills where he lives, checking out coal mines and oil wells. A new puppy was being brought along on behavior, we had some breakfast and watched Lies of Omission. Some constructive criticism was exchanged and finally, we parted ways.

I called to see if David Codrea would be able to see me and watch the film. When he responded that he would I headed in that direction, a few hours further on and I arrived at his house. We had some single-malt and  a great conversation with his two bright and inquisitive sons. It was one of those evenings that stay with me long into my life.

So, as I headed to Colorado, feeling pretty sure that I was going to make it there in plenty of time to do some last minute "get out the vote" campaigns to drive people to the Screening we had set up. It all seemed pretty good, the film had been positively received by Eben and David and Larry hadn't had time to view it yet. I was still thinking about the phone call David made for me that put me in touch with Mark Walters of Armed American Radio, when the sun started to break over the flatlands in Eastern Colorado.

Now, I had been aware of a cold front, a snowstorm bearing down on Colorado that weekend and I had made phone calls to see how it "really" was where I was heading. But then, I was caught completely by surprise by a frozen over, Hwy 24. In less that 2 miles it went from basically dry road to a complete sheet of ice.  And, while I was able to maintain my vehicle on its path, the person approaching me did not. The minivan broke free in the back and the front end came pushing into my lane. There was no time to stop anything or swerve out of the way. There was time to brace for impact, which is what I did.

A few seconds later I was sitting in a wadded up Chevy Malibu with a broken leg, now when I say a broken leg, that isn't completely accurate. The fact is, my foot had been broken off of my leg. held in place by my boot and jeans, but there was a definite "C" shape just above my ankle that went halfway up my shin. The Tibula and the Fibula, both are necessary to hold your foot on and mine were broken off.

I don't know why this happened, all the minute decisions that went into me being on that piece of road at that time are incalculable. That whole day, when I normally drive straight through, was filled with hems and haws and delays. I stopped to sleep about 5 times, something I usually don't do, but maybe once or twice. I decided, by the looks of the road, that it would be safe to get off the interstate at Hwy 24 and go the easier, less traveled route.

Nothing ever answers the plan God has for us, all the second-guessing in the world never quite produces a satisfactory answer. Here is what I know right now, it will be close to 5 months before I will be able to put weight on my foot. What does that mean? Okay, pain, but what it tells me is that I have not been a very good husband, or son, or brother and now that my family has to pitch in to deal with this lump of flesh that can't go to the store alone, can't even go to the bathroom with questions and concerns for his health "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Yes"

So, now that I have to be so completely reliant on everyone in my life I can only assume that God's plan for me was to humble me a little bit, but also to give me a very vivid reminder that everything in the world that is important to me can reside in a single house, in a single room and as important as the film is, it is nowhere near as important as the people I have neglected these past months. 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Different Planets

If I weren't doing an anti-media film, I would almost have to make one. The insanity of the modern media is out of control. Without any evidence at all, none, the media has been on a "Russian hack" meme for months, ignoring completely the true and actual evidence of unmasking American citizens, of leaking classified information to media outlets and obstruction of justice by none other than former Director of the FBI: Comey.

It is this absolute disconnect that elected Trump in the first place, the sense that no news was getting out about the real and present dangers to people, real people, however denigrated by those on the coasts. The media claims to champion the cause of the illegal immigrants, yet turns a blind-eye to thousands being killed on the border with guns the Obama Administration helped to funnel into Mexico. And no, for their information, a gun that can get to Mexico can just as easily as a border-crosser, get back across onto the streets of America.

All right, so the bloom is off the rose already and everyone who reads this knows about the truly deadly policy of Fast and Furious, it sounds like old news already, but I maintain that if it never was news, it is news again to those who have just opened their eyes. It was like my father used to say about stupid people: every time they blink their eyes they wake up in a new world.

Most of what went on in the Obama years is still largely unknown by those who peruse the daily newspapers and watch the evening news. All of the things that I used to be hypersensitive to, that needed a little digging to uncover is now out in the open. Every time Trump sends out a tweet the media first rushes over to Senator Schumer to ask his opinion. Why? Schumer doesn't run anything, he isn't in control of anything, he is just one of 99 other senators with an opinion.

We are watching a media-orchestrated coup. They are no longer the 5th Column, they are on the front lines, firing rhetorical bullets, seeking the destruction of a duly elected president. Everyday, the meme is that Trump is out of control, perhaps nuts and the only one who can save the republic is Senator Schumer. They want to draw comparisons to Nixon, the last time they were able to take a relatively stupid move and turn it into a revolution. Maybe it was a mild revolution, but they have no intention of letting the Marxists sit on the sidelines this time.

I don't know if this time is any different from any other time, when they tried to hobble their enemies with newsprint, but they have now donned the uniform of their party and intend to engage in war. That is different. It is one thing to be a mole, a spy, it is completely another to be combatant. A small sample of the rhetoric exposes everything about their intentions.

When it comes to Trump, well, yeah, he was never going to be a raging conservative with principles and ideals. I think a lot of people have been disappointed by him, because they placed all of their hopes in him. I'm a lot more forgiving, because I didn't want Hillary in charge of the nation's law enforcement agencies. In that, he has already succeeded, but the war rages to see if they can get rid of him in 2-4 years and get someone else in charge before he has a chance to pack the court. They are the ones who need to get a victory in a very short time, that's why we have seen the full-court press since the Inauguration.

I spent some time at the Denver Press Club recently and engaged some of the reporters there and when I suggested that the media is biased, I got blank looks and shaking heads. It was not so much that they thought I was wrong as it was that they thought I was delusional. "The news?" they asked quizzically, as if it could not be true. That's when I knew we were on different planets.  

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The DVD Has Life

We finally have a DVD, it is not perfect and it is not quite done in the sense that all of the things that need to be done are done, but it is close. Instead of rearranging chairs on the deck of the Titanic, we are down to polishing the china. And, that isn't fair to all of the people who have worked a lot of hours and taken their time to talk to us, this is far from the Titanic. While it might not be the Queen Mary of films, it is important. There are some truly valuable pieces of information in there. I have described it as a film version of Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It may not be the most literary of works, but the shear intellectual weight of it is staggering.

We have a Screener, which can be used to obtain some valuable feedback on where the film is weak and where it is strong, what needs to be corrected and what needs to be accentuated, all of which can be done generally with a little editing, not the wheelbarrow of footage to wade through as it was from the beginning.

I know everyone has been hearing about this film for a long time and it is easy to have too great of expectations for something like this, but I believe that the perspective it takes lends itself to a greater audience than just us and those who think along the same general lines as we do. It might even go further than that and reach into some markets we would not normally consider.

The fact is, Millennials are mostly lost, angry and at the same time complacent, but they know something is coming to an end and they feel cheated for not ever having experienced the "good times" represented by many of our early lives. They have never known a time when they were not exposed to scams and held responsible for the worst times in their lives on social media. I'm not going to try and psychologically diagnose every Millennial, because they are as different as any of us, but as my daughter said, "they know they are being screwed, they just don't know exactly how or by whom." How could they? They have never been told the straight story about anything, everything has been a con, everything has been slanted and biased and it is really difficult to put total faith in anything. They are custom built for the Marxists, who are looking for people they can manipulate with a few facts and a lot of supposition.

The only thing we have to offer is the truth and that goes against almost everything they have been taught, but these are the right people to present that truth. They don't have routine talking points to be hammered over and over again, they can think for themselves and I knew that going in, that these weren't views held by them, because they were paid by the New York Times or the LA Times, or the Koch brothers for that matter. Aside from Matt Bracken, Claire Wolfe and David Codrea, none of them are paid for their points of view and even they have developed a market for their perspectives, rather than having to toe the company line. They are independent contractors in that sense and don't have to pretend to hold certain beliefs to keep a job. This is why we went after the people we did.

Credibility is everything and no one in the media has any as far as I am concerned. We chose people who are still doing what they do, because they have thought it through and come up with their views from an intellectual point of view. That was why we could withhold the questions until they were asked on film, or memory card, to be more accurate. You can see them listening closely to the questions before answering, because they didn't know what was coming. Except for the couple that we had to redo for technical reasons, but nothing was staged or rehearsed.

And now, as I am finally able to lift my head out from the daily 12-14 hour days of editing and watching and sitting with our sound and music director, Rob Wallace, I can start to think of other things. We have a DVD that needs a little polishing, but we have it. I have watched it, but then I have seen the same footage so much, I can barely see it for what it is, which is why I will be looking forward to the screening on May 20th at 2 pm in Canon City and get some feel for what the public will think of it, what they will find wrong that I have been looking at for weeks and never saw. Filmmaking has always been a collaborative effort, it is the one thing I like about it. Writing novels is a solitary effort and there is never a moment when there is confirmation of a good chapter until the editor sees it with his eyes.

There are two websites you should all be aware of  http://12roundproductions.com and http://liesofomission.com as I spend more time promoting the film, I will be spending more time there to keep those interested up to date, but I really look forward to being able to give this site a little more attention in the weeks to come. I want to thank everyone who has helped with this effort, it has taken a load off my mind to think that we have gotten the financial support we needed to complete the film, without having to cash in everything I own.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Pikeville: A Greater Good

There have been a lot of different accounts of what happened on Saturday April 29th in the otherwise peaceful and picturesque Kentucky town of Pikeville. One account on the Drudge Report claimed that the Nazi fascists were booed out of town. That was not so, it was spin, it was our media being the Marxist puppets they have become since throwing all their credibility into the wastebasket as they shifted to propaganda. It was not the town that booed, but Antifa who booed as the Traditional Workers Party and the National Socialist Movement loaded up at the conclusion of the event. To portray it any other way is dishonest.

This is what did happen. 

Antifa had gathered at some other spot before making their appearance along the shaded sidewalks of Pikeville, walking in a long group, carrying banners. Young people hanging out with each other as much as anything else. They were ushered along and tended to by their handlers. There is no doubt that many of the Antifa were anti-racist and anti-fascist with the zeal of someone who does not fully comprehend the definition of either term. They hate something deep inside, their country, their heritage, perhaps themselves and they mean to take it out on someone.

They got to the city square about ten minutes before their seeming opposition and gathered in the street blocked off for the event. They began to chant as members of the League of the South arrived and took their position inside a sort of pen created out of fencing barriers. The League of the South were not the racists that Antifa sought. The League members talked to the media gathered with tripods and a preconceived agenda. They spoke of the First Amendment and tried to make it clear to the reporters that while they might not agree with either the Nationalist Socialist Movement (NSW) or the Traditional Workers Party (TWP) who had organized the event, they were there to support the individual right to free speech and assembly. But, the media didn't want to hear any of that, they wanted to lump the League of the South in with the NSW and the TWP, it's what they do.

The media lumps all conservative groups together but carefully makes the distinction between disparate liberal groups. The media does not recognize Antifa as violent or even radical, though they have demonstrated that they are both. The media does not demand that every liberal group denounce the violent and intolerant actions of Antifa, but they demand the denouncement of Neo Nazis from all conservatives. This is the clever way they give distance from Antifa to liberal groups, but associate all conservative groups with Neo Nazis like the NSW. It is deceptive and intentionally so.

Initially, the numbers looked perverse, with a much larger group on the Antifa side than the 15 or so on the League's side, but many were just college kids and onlookers.

As the temperature began to rise to ninety degrees and the humidity began to take its toll, Antifa became more aggressive, angry and punitive to this small group. They began to chant "Whose streets?" and responded "Our streets." They tried to drown out the League as they tried to make their case to reporters.

Antifa, which stands for Antifascist, though as a member of the League told me could as well stand for Anti First Amendment, because they have already been seen across the country trying to determine who is allowed to speak in any public forum and who is not.

The Pikeville Police, the Sheriff's Office and the State Police took up their positions between the groups and did an excellent job, making anything that has gone on in California look like a bunch of drunken sheepherders in comparison to the professional policing done by the departments in Pikeville.

In the crowd, one was able to discern the "feel" of the moment. Antifa is not one thing, it is a core of activists who rely heavily upon college youth for their numbers. This is why most of their actions center around a college town, such as Pikeville. Interspersed into the crowd of young faces are a few dedicated agitators giving instructions and holding the others accountable. Openly displayed was the Marxist means of agitation where the Marxism wafted thick behind the scenes, while the innocent, righteous and sympathetic faces show to the press and therefore the nation, giving the sense of merely concerned, over-sensitive young minds, but they are classic, living examples of Lenin's "useful idiots." The scene coaxes a sort of parental forgiveness from the front, but the dirty work is being done in the back, out of frame and ignored by the sympathetic media.

On the other side of the barricade, in the "pen" came the arrival of the true racists, the Traditional Workers Party (TWP) and the National Socialist Movement (NSM), with stylized flags flying that combined the U.S. flag with the Confederate battle flag and a black ribbon. These were not the otherwise tame ideological opponents of Antifa that the crowd had been used to, these were militant racists looking for a brawl and a discernable gasp was heard, but the Antifa leaders behind the scene rallied the troops and the chants resumed in earnest.

As the scene pivoted from 150-200 bullies berating a relatively small group of Constitutionalists, who spent their time denying racism and making technical political points, to one where there was a more equal distribution of antagonism. The momentum shifted from the bullies to the TWP and the NSM, who challenged Antifa to break the barriers. The atmosphere was suddenly charged with a sense of impending violence and clearly defined hatred. The difference between the groups were simply that the TWP and NSM were there on their own behalf, with their opinions and lives dedicated to their cause, no matter how distasteful and irrational it might be to the casual observer. Antifa, on the other hand, relied on these young, idealistic college students for their muscle and it didn't even look like a fair fight, despite the fact that Antifa held the numerical advantage.

As the epithets and gestures were exchanged over the heads of the police standing between the groups grew more and more vile and vehement, it happened.  The truth of these two groups became visible to the onlooker...they were identical. These were two sides of the same coin willing to deny humanity to someone else simply because they disagree, or have a different worldview. Antifa played Marx to the Traditional Workers Party's portrayal of Engels. Even a citizen looked up and remarked: "I don't see a lick of difference, do you?" "No."

This is why only a small contingent of Constitutionalists stood with principle to deny Antifa a clear field. A true Constitutionalist finds no sympathetic side with whom to ally. They are both despicable and in possession of the same tactics and methods: to shut the other side down. No one was there to hear an explanation of the First Amendment, or to debate the issues of the day. They were two rabid dogs lunging at one another without thought, without comprehension, blinded by the evil of their own actions, justifying it all for some greater good.

The leaders of both Nazi groups issued the challenge to Antifa, "Come on then, shut us up!"  "We're right here!" Those on the Antifa side tensed and looked through that thin blue line they would have to negotiate before reaching the TWP and NSM. Both sides rattled the barricades as tension mounted and the snipers up high in the bank building across the street adjusted their positions, the rifle barrels hidden by narrow windows opened to allow a shot. Small drones buzzed above the crowd and occasionally the riot squad secreted inside the City Hall could be seen through long panes of glass in the door.

There it was, the bluffing challenge and the muted response. It was a moment when it all could have gone bad for everyone, including the many, many citizens who were just there to watch, with no dog in the fight at all. Then it passed. While the rhetoric continued for another half hour, before the whole thing began to wind down, that was the moment of action and Antifa stood down.

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