Carnacki’s Chiller Theater

[promoted by BooMan, because this diary weighs the same as a duck]

Welcome to this week’s edition of Chiller Theater.

Turn the lights down low. Put on your spookiest music and join me for a trip into Carnacki’s House of Horrors.*

*This is not a rip off of Cheers & Jeers. This is a blatant rip off of Cheers and Jeers. Except it’s Thrills and Chills and it’s got a supernatural theme.

Thrills to the Serpent Mound in Ohio. The Moundbuilders may have built the site over a meteor crash.

Chills to Amityville tourists. The New York Daily News reports interest in the new Amityville movie has drawn unsavory horror fans to the quiet Long Island neighborhood. Hey you kids, get off my lawn!

Thrills to Sarah Michelle Gellar. The vampire slayer celebrated her 28th birthday this week. If the apocalypse comes, beep me.

Chills to going for the jugular. A man in Lytham, England tries to bite a woman’s neck in a “vampire style” attack, according to Blackpool Police. Oh sure, blame the Un-dead. Somebody alert the Vampire Anti-Defamation League.

Thrills to residents stopping a development project in Wrexham, England, that once was the site of a witches’ dunking pond. The BBC reports the site may have been where witches were tested and possibly drowned. Residents opposed the development because it would increase traffic. Increased traffic? A likely story. That ancient curse had nothing to do with it. (OK, I made up the part about the curse. But if there were witches killed there, they probably did curse the site like in the Vincent Price classic The Haunted Palace.)

Chills to blood red state values. A Texas mother reported her son to the authorities, saying he belonged to a vampire cult that planned to kill and bathe in the victim’s blood. Sounds like a typical Tom DeLay Republican to me.

So what are you thrilling and chilling about?

Got a happy story I? With Special Bonus DVD features

This was posted on a cold and wintry night in January when a lot of us felt depressed. It’s grown into a popular feature on DailyKos.

It seems to have grown into a popular feature that helps build a sense of community. To me, it’s a way of stopping a slide into depression. Seriously, ever notice how except my happy story diaries, my other diaries involve wide scale death and destruction predictions? No? Well, I have. 🙂

So please join me on the jump.
Here’s the first happy diary. I’ll try to pick two or three other posts from the DailyKos threads as an extra bonus feature. (Think of this as the Special Edition DVD version of the happy diaries.)

I’ll share one from a cold and wintry night long ago. It’s not a big moment from life like the wedding day or the birth of the children. It’s just a small moment of happiness.

I was living in Hagerstown, Md. in an old mansion that had been converted into apartments. I had the entire top floor. It was a lovely place with a grand view and hardwood floors and high ceilings and steam radiators that actually worked — unlike some apartments I had lived in.

A heavy snow was falling and the county was shut down. Thick flakes fell steadily.

I made lasagna with my own sauce in the tiny kitchen about the size of a galley on a small yacht.

The kitchen smelled of garlic and onions and tomato sauce and melted cheese. A handful of friends walked down the block and shook off the snow and came up the winding staircase to my top floor. One woman brought the James Bond movies.

We ate dinner by candlelight with the outside light on at the balcony so we could watch the snow falling. I opened a bottle of wine and pured. We had Thunderball in the VCR for when we finished the lasagna, which came out perfect and I was proud of my cooking. Life was good. It was a moment of complete happiness.

I raised my glass to my friends with the toast, “There are people in heaven looking down on us tonight in envy” and we clinked our glasses.

It’s going to be a long four years. We must not give into darkness and despair.

Please share your happy stories, big or small.

I live on such borrowed, wonderful time (4.00 / 74)

In 1999, I started to be sick on a regular basis, and the periods of my infirmity grew longer and longer.  Because I was suffering from a chronic sinusitus brought about my a weakened condition, my doctor kept misdiagnosing what after two years was diagnosed as a very rare form of lymphoma.  In 2001, I spent one out of every seven days in the hospital.  At one time I was 12 days in intensive care, six of those days intubated to help me with my breathing.  I almost died on several occasions.  I had edema and at one point, I weighed more than 300 pounds.  For a great period of time, I could not walk.  I used a cane and a walker for month after month.  A long and dramatic and very experimental treatment saved my life.  I go to the gym four or five times a week and work out vigorously.  Everything I have is borrowed from God.  Of course, that is true of all of us:  I am privileged in a way a lot of people are not to know it.

DCDemocrat: Higher editorial standards than The New York Times.
by DCDemocrat on Fri Jan 21st, 2005 at 22:36:24 EST

and

Wow. (4.00 / 47)

Suddenly my “recovered from health problem” story seems at once appropriate and minor…
But what the hell.

When my son was almost a year old, I started feeling a lot of pain in my joints and muscles. Over the next several months it worsened, and many trips to many doctors failed to diagnose any reason for it. A year after it had begun, I was almost immobilized by chronic, crippling pain. I couldn’t pick up my son, I was suicidally depressed. I was also massively fucked up (physically for sure and probably mentally) by the horrible assortment of drugs I’d been put on and taken off and put on again. At this point, I was existing with a pain rating of 11 (you know that chart on the hospital wall in the emergency room? 1’s not bad, 5’s pretty bad, 10 is “I want to die”).

Finally, I found a specialist who diagnosed me with fibromyalgia. It’s a controversial diagnosis: no known cause, no known cure. Until the past decade or so, more doctors than not considered it a psychosomatic/hysterical condition (90% of those affected are female). Even now, a good third of doctors will tell you there is no such thing.

The specialist put me on a severe regimen of oxycontin, other painkillers, antidepressants and steroids. It didn’t work. I got physically addicted to the oxycontin and every time I tried to stop taking it I had seizures and was hospitalized.

Finally, I checked into a treatment center to withdraw from all the drugs. I was advised to sue the doctor; seems I was days away from dying — nice drug combo, eh? Oh — and as a bonus, I had major edema and weighed 204 pounds (I’m 5’8″ — or 5’7″ when I slouch).

When I got home, I decided to find my own treatment. It included mild exercise (though it was ridiculously painful) and the elimination of sugar and wheat from my diet.

Within 10 days, my pain level went from off the chart to a 7.

Within a month, I was functioning at a 5 or less. Over the course of 6 months I lost 60 pounds, was able to walk further than a block, stopped wanting to kill myself and was once again able to pick up my son.

It’s been two years since I basically healed myself; the fibromyalgia isn’t gone, but most of the time the pain is manageable. It increases with stress — shocker — so the election and its aftermath have been doubly bad for me. I have my life back — not the way it was, but whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I remember being in the parking lot at Costco and WEEPING because the thought of getting out of my car and trying to push a cart around the store was overwhelmingly terrifying.

For a while there, I really resented losing my youth — which is what having a chronic health condition is, essentially. It seemed unbearably cruel to be in my early 30s and have the physical strength of an enfeebled octogenarian. But gratitude has replaced resentment. “Why me?” has a very simple reply in this universe, one no one really wants to hear: “Why NOT you?”

I’m going to get off this fucking computer and go play with my son.

Enjoy your evenings, people.

Rage, rage, against the lying of the Right.

by Maryscott OConnor on Fri Jan 21st, 2005 at 23:54:13 EST

and one of my all-time favorites (not that I have favorites. I love all the stories equally…I’m a parent, I have to say that.)

Happy moment (4.00 / 44)

When I was a junior in college, I studied abroad for a semester at University College Galway in Ireland.  My dad was born in Ireland, one of 16 children, so I have a huge family there – uncles, aunts, nearly a hundred cousins.  
The main reason I went was that I wanted to get to know my granny better – she was 91 and still lived in her little cottage on a farm in the rural northwest that felt untouched in many ways by modern life (no phone, no washer/dryer, only fireplace heatg, cast iron turf-powered stove, etc.)  She lived with one of my uncles, a sheep farmer in his 60’s who never married.

I never could figure out my Uncle Philip, though I loved him very much.  We weren’t very comfortable with each other – I was a modern American college kid and he was this farmer who had never traveled farther than Dublin, chain smoked 4 packs of Sweet Afton cigarettes a day, and achieved things I couldn’t imagine doing – bringing new animals into the world, keeping them healthy, raising crops.  I was utterly useless to him – I couldn’t cook worth a damn, I knew nothing about farming.  And the things that I liked about myself at the time, like being on the Dean’s list or winning a scholarship, meant little to him.  

My granny died that spring, and when I’d hitchhike home to the farm on weekends I felt totally out of place without her there.  Philip was used to my granny taking care of all the “woman things”, like laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc., so when I came home on weekends, I tried to help.  But I wasn’t very good at it.  Philip and I would eat together in silence, mostly.  I’d ask about the cows, the sheep, the weather.  He’d give one word answers. I’d make him countless cups of tea and clean for him.  But I never felt like I was home.

One weekend, in late June, I left college totally broke to hitchhike home to the farm.  When I say totally broke, I mean I had NOTHING.  I had 3 pounds in the bank, but the ATM’s only dispensed 5 pound notes.  So I stuck my thumb out and hoped I wouldn’t need money for anything.

I made it about 30 miles in one ride, and then a huge downpour started.  Irish rain is usually soft, but this was like monsoon rain.  Hitchhiking was one of my favorite things about Ireland, but nothing sucks more than hitchhiking in pouring rain. I became completely drenched at the side of the road, and after a while no one wanted to stop to pick me up, because who wants a soaking wet hitchiker drippiing in your front seat.  I didn’t even have a couple of pounds to go into pub for a cup of tea and warm up.

Every once in a while a local person would take pity on me and drive me 10 miles or so, but then I’d be out in the rain again.  A trip that normally took about 3 hours to hitch ended up taking nearly 8 hours.  By the time I arrived in my dad’s hometown, it was pitch black dark, and I had a two mile walk to the farm on winding rural roads with no streetlights.

By the time I arrived at granny’s cottage, around 11 that night, I was exhausted, soaked, muddy (fell twice walking on the road in the dark), sore from my huge backpack, and so lonely I wanted to cry.  I opened the door to the cottage (which was never locked), and dropped my waterlogged backpack to the floor.  Philip was in his favorite chair in front of the fire, smoking, watching TV with all the lights off.  He looked up from the TV, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, “Ah, you’re home, then.”

I didn’t even say anything.  I just took off my jacket, sat down in front of the fire, put my head back, and promptly fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, Philip was gently nudging me awake, and in front of me was a tray with a cup of hot tea and a ham sandwich, cut neatly into quarters.  

He’d never made me so much as a cup of tea in all those months.  I’m not sure he’d ever made a cup of tea for anyone, and here was a ham sandwich, cut into quarters.  And the tea had two sugars, just the way he saw me make it all those months.

I looked up and said, “Thanks.”  And I was home.

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by Maura in VA on Sat Jan 22nd, 2005 at 00:20:08 EST

Carnacki’s Chiller Theater

Late night Fridays in central Ohio meant one thing: Chiller Theater.

Other local TV stations carried their versions of Chiller Theater or Creature Freature or Monster Movie. In Columbus, Ohio, it was Chiller Theater and the host was Fritz the Night Owl.

I saw in BooMan’s diary questions raised about Cheers & Jeers.

I’m just glad this site is above such things.

This is not a rip off of Cheers & Jeers. This is a blatant rip off of Cheers and Jeers. Except it’s Thrills and Chills and it’s got a supernatural theme. What else would you expect from an amateur horror writer? Also I saw an interest in the happy diaries. I’ll post one here too.

Consider yourself warned before you click on the jump and enter Carnacki’s House of Horror.

Thrills to those who booed George W. Bush at Pope John Paul II’s funeral. At least some good came out of the macabre spectacle.

Chills to a haunted City Hall in Delaware. Can you imagine the horror of spending the afterlife listening to zoning appeals? ::Shudder.

Chills to vandals damaging a Civil-war era casket found in Washington, D.C. I hope the occupant haunts you nightly.

Chills to Satanic orgies desecrating cemeteries. As pointed out elsewhere, who says Brisbane, Australia has no night life?

Thrills to a Scottish professor holding seances in Edingburgh’s most haunted, underground vault.

Thrills to vampire hunters in Romania. Old superstitions die harder than the Un-Dead. Soj mentioned this still occurs.

Thrills to real-life explorations of The DaVinci Code mystery.

So what is thrilling and chilling you tonight?

Senator Robert C. Byrd

My thoughts are heavy from the news of Meteor Blade’s wife and sister-in-law’s injuries and the loss of the people in the other car. I don’t have much to comment on about this. Please look at Welshman’s diary or the diary on DailyKos and if you’re a praying person, say a prayer for Meteor Blades and his family and all those involved. I’ll just put this up as crossposted from one of my other blogs Panhandle (W.Va.) Grassroots for Democracy. My heart isn’t in the tirade I was going to write.
Editorial in today’s Charleston Gazette gets it exactly right:

Before Washington plunged into the Iraq war, West Virginia’s Sen. Robert C. Byrd warned repeatedly that the White House had presented no clear evidence that the little country had any weapons of mass destruction — supposedly the reason for the invasion. But most of Congress ignored Byrd and approved the needless war.

Subsequent events have shown that Byrd was right all along — and this fact was underscored last week when a commission appointed by President Bush himself released a 618-page report that minced few words.

“On the brink of war, and in front of the whole world, the U.S. government asserted that Saddam Hussein had reconstituted his nuclear weapons program, had biological weapons and mobile biological weapon production facilities…. And not one bit of it could be confirmed when the war was over,” the report said.

The commission told the president: “The daily intelligence briefings given to you before the Iraq war were flawed.”

In other words, Byrd was correct, right from the start. He was correct in March 2003 when he asked:

“What is happening to this country? When did we become a nation which ignores and berates our friends? When did we decide to risk undermining international order by adopting a radical and doctrinaire approach to using our awesome military might? How can we abandon diplomacy when the turmoil in the world cries out for diplomacy?”

And Byrd was right when he warned: “I have watched the events of recent months with a heavy, heavy heart. No more is the image of America one of a strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. The image of America has changed. Around the globe, our friends mistrust us, our word is disputed, our intentions are questioned.”

America should have paid closer attention to questions Byrd began asking in the fall of 2002. They still cry out for answers today.

Senator Byrd is too classy to scream from the roof of the Capitol building, “I told you so.” But a lot of West Virginians should remember Byrd was correct and remember he tried to save thousands of lives, hundreds of billions of dollars of our treasury and our priceless reputation by warning against the Iraq invasion.

Unholy Alliance: Aryan Nation reaches out to Al-Qaeda

August Kreis, leader of the Aryan Nation, wants to work with Al-Qaeda.

I know many on this board are suspect whether Osama bin Laden and Al-Qaeda attacked the United States. I can understand why so many are distrustful of anything said by George W. Bush.

I do trust Richard Clarke. Bush promised OBL dead or alive and six months later said he didn’t care where he is. For that reason alone, George Bush does not deserve to be president.

Now we have the Aryan Nation seeking common ground with those responsible for the Sept. 11th terrorist attacks. Talk about an unholy alliance.
From CNN:

“You say they’re terrorists, I say they’re freedom fighters. And I want to instill the same jihadic feeling in our peoples’ heart, in the Aryan race, that they have for their father, who they call Allah.”

With his long beard and potbelly, August Kreis looks more like a washed up member of ZZ Top than an aspiring revolutionary.

Don’t let appearances fool you: his résumé includes stops at some of America’s nastiest extremist groups — Posse Comitatus, the Ku Klux Klan and Aryan Nation.

“I don’t believe that they were the ones that attacked us,” Kreis said. “And even if they did, even if you say they did, I don’t care!”

Kreis wants to make common cause with al Qaeda because, he says, they share the same enemies: Jews and the American government.

The terms they use may be different: White supremacists call them ZOG, the Zionist Occupation Government, while al Qaeda calls them the Jews and Crusaders.

But the hatred is the same. And Kreis wants to exploit that.

Hatred…Bush and Rove and Cheney played the emotion of hatred like a fiddle, stroking their base to feel hatred. Maybe Kreis can find common cause with them.

One group doesn’t need the Aryan Nation, however.

Mark Potok, of the Southern Poverty Law Center, said that while some U.S. extremists applauded the September 11 attacks, there is no indication of such an alliance — at least not yet, and not on a large scale. If it exists anywhere, he said, it is in the mind (and the Internet postings) of August Kreis.

For its part, the FBI says it hasn’t seen any links between American white supremacists and groups like al Qaeda.

“The notion of radical Islamists from abroad actually getting together with American neo-Nazis I think is an absolutely frightening one,” said Potok. “It’s just that so far we really have no evidence at all to suggest this is any kind of real collaboration.”

So while August Kreis may be calling, there is no sign that al Qaeda is listening.

But that hasn’t stopped him. As we ended our interview, we asked Kreis if he had any message for Osama bin Laden and his lieutenants.

“The message is, the cells are out here and they are already in place,” Kreis said. “They might not be cells of Islamic people, but they are here and they are ready to fight.”

DowneastDem posted a diary, What’s the matter with Kansas on March 9 about the Aryan Nation wanting to move the headquarters to Kansas City. It’s worth a read and check out the comment thread too.

UPDATE Here’s my answer to hate groups, be they the Aryan Nation or the Bush Cult. Link here: Crank it to 11!

Did free trade kill off neanderthals?

crossposted at DailyKos

Other than my happy story diaries, most of my diaries on DailyKos and Booman Tribune are really bleak.

Dire predictions of flu pandemics, global warming creating catastrophic environmental disasters, the growing theocracy threat, the death of an infant because the heat was turned off at her home, the possible murder of an investigative journalist.

Bleak, depressing diaries.

Sorry about that.

Maybe this one is a little less bleak. At least, the deaths all occurred a really, really long time ago.

More on the jump.

So here’s a new theory put forth by economists in the “Journal of Economic Organization and Behavior”:

“After at least 200,000 years of eking out an existence in glacial Eurasia, the Neanderthal suddenly went extinct,” writes University of Wyoming economist Jason Shogren, along with colleagues Richard Horan of Michigan State University and Erwin Bulte from Tilburg University in the Netherlands. “Early modern humans arriving on the scene shortly before are suspected to have been the perpetrator, but exactly how they caused Neanderthal extinction is unknown.”

Creating a new kind of caveman economics in their published paper, they argue early modern humans were first to exploit the competitive edge gained from specialization and free trade. With more reliance on free trade, humans increased their activities in culture and technology, while simultaneously out-competing Neanderthals on their joint hunting grounds, the economists say.

Archaeological evidence exists to suggest traveling bands of early humans interacted with each other and that inter-group trading emerged, says Shogren. Early humans, the Aurignations and the Gravettians, imported many raw materials over long ranges and their innovations were widely dispersed. Such exchanges of goods and ideas helped early humans to develop “supergroup social mechanisms.” The long-range interchange among different groups kept both cultures going and generated new cultural explosions, Shogren says.

Anthropologists have noted how judicious redistribution of excess resources provides a distinct advantage to “efficient hunters” as measured by factors such as increased survivorship, social prestige, or reproductive opportunities, the researchers say.

“One of the striking features of the archaeological record is that Neanderthal technology was nearly stationary for many thousands of years whereas technology of early humans experienced many innovations,” Shogren says.

He says the evidence does not support the concept of division of labor and trade among Neanderthals. While Neanderthals probably cooperated with one another to some extent, the evidence does not support the view that specialization arose from any formal division of labor or that inter- or intra-group trade existed, he says. These practices seem to require all the things that Neanderthals lacked: a more complicated social organization, a degree of innovative behavior, forward planning and the exchange of information, ideas and raw materials.

“Basic economic forces of scarcity and relative costs and benefits have played integral roles in shaping societies throughout recorded human history,” Shogren says. “No reason exists today to discount either the presence or potential impact of economics in the pre-historic dawning of humanity.”

OK, so this diary is kind of depressing too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad homo sapiens won (Go team!). But it’s too bad another species paid the price of our free trade practice and dominant success.

Triangle Waistshirt Factory fire

On this date in 1911, one of the worst factory disasters in U.S. history occurred.

A rag pile ignited at the Triangle Shirtwaist Co. and killed 146 people, mostly young, immigrant women.

The owners had not installed fire escapes and barred doors to control theft and keep out union organizers.

Many of the women, trapped inside the burning factory, leapt from the 10 story building to their deaths. (Info from lorraine: a young man, knowing how frightened they were, held their hands at the edge before they jumped. Once they were gone, he jumped.)
Newspaper stories and photographs seared the horror of the blaze into the minds of Americans.

Go look at the photos in the link above. They tell more than I can with words. Warning: There are a couple that are graphic.

The survivors became outspoken leaders for reform.

New York passed landmark legislation to protect workers. The owners were all convicted on manslaughter charges.

Our work places are safer today because of the efforts made by reforms in the wake of this fire.

So remember the 146 who died on this date. Remember them and what happened at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory.

Remember because if a similar tragedy happened today, the owners probably wouldn’t face criminal charges. They’d probably be put in charge of workplace safety at the Department of Labor.

Environmental damage ‘snowballing’ [UPDATE]

Despite the rantings of Rush Limbaugh and his ilk, the evidence is piling up that human causes are causing climate change on a global level.

So what is the Bush administration doing about it? Weakening environmental laws to allow damage to occur at an even faster rate

A new study by a public policy groupshows that it may already be too late.

“There’s never been any doubt that there’s going to be some warming from greenhouse gases,” noted Marlo Lewis, an analyst with of the Competitive Enterprise Institute, a public policy group that advocates limited government and free-market solutions to global environmental problems. “This simply affirms that there isn’t much we can do about it.”

Significant global warming and higher sea levels are inevitable even if society caps greenhouse gases at current levels, climate scientists warned Thursday.

Two major new computer simulations predict that the snowballing effect of past emissions — the retention of heat in the ocean and the long lifetime of greenhouse gases in the atmosphere — will continue to drive global climate change for the rest of the century.

The computer simulations, the first to measure “committed” changes to future climate from past emissions, show that even if no more greenhouse gases are added to the atmosphere, average global temperatures will rise about a degree and sea level will rise 8 inches by the end of the century. Sea level has risen less than two inches in the last century.

“Many people don’t realize that we are committed right now to a significant amount of global warming and sea level rise,” said Gerald Meehl of the National Center for Atmospheric Research. “The longer we wait to do something about it, the more change we will have.”

And the United States is exporting, unfortunately it’s not a product we can feel proud of.
PhysOrg, an online journal of physics and technology news, also has details on the U.S. exporting of nitrogen pollutions.

The United States is exporting nitrogen pollution beyond its borders, and some may even be reaching western Europe, according to a recent data analysis by scientists at the National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR) in Boulder, Colo. and the University of New Hampshire. At the same time, however, most of the nitrogen pollution produced in Western Europe is deposited within its own boundaries.

Nitrogen emission and deposition have accelerated significantly over the past century and a half, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, thanks to a combination of human population growth, fossil-fuel consumption, deforestation and intensified agriculture. The result is higher levels of nitrogen entering the atmosphere in trace gases, notably nitrogen oxides (NOx) and ammonia (NH3). These pollutants are best known for their role in the formation of acid rain, which damages lakes and ecosystems, and in the creation of ozone, which harms living tissue and decreases plant production.

We know the Bush administration’s policies aren’t helping.

Coal-fire electric generating plants are the cause of most of the pollution. Utility companies had made progress on new technologies to remove nitrogen and other pollutants and had begun to replace dirty, older plants with cleaner operating plants. The Bush administration removed all of the economic incentives to upgrade the pollution technologies.

The administration pushes back the need to add emission controls on the power plants to 2018 and allows for emissions that are much higher than the current standards. So not only is the pollution destroying the environment at the current levels, the Bush administration is allowing for standards that will make the problem even worse.

Bush is taking action…he’s taking action to allow us to destroy the planet for sustainable human life even faster.

To check how power plants in your state rated, visit your state’s [Public Interest Research Group web site http://www.pirg.org/].

There’s a good article: “Countering despair with the momentum of hope” although it is more optimistic than I am that action will be taken to prevent disaster.
Link here http://www.medialens.org/alerts/2005/050301_Earth_Really_Finished.htm
There’s also a lot of despair in the article too for one claiming to be optimistic.

At such a desperate moment in the planet’s history, we could simply throw up our hands in despair, or we could try to reduce the likelihood of the worst predictions coming true. The corporate media has yet to examine its own role in setting up huge obstacles to the latter option of hope.
Consider, for example, Michael McCarthy, environment editor of the Independent. McCarthy described how he “was taken aback” at dramatic scientific warnings of “major new threats” at a recent climate conference in Exeter. One frightening prospect is the collapse of the West Antarctic ice sheet, previously considered stable, which would lead to a 5-metre rise in global sea level. As McCarthy notes dramatically: “Goodbye London; goodbye Bangladesh”.
On the way back from Exeter on the train, he mulls over the conference findings with Paul Brown, environment correspondent of the Guardian:
“By the time we reached London we knew what the conclusion was. I said: ‘The earth is finished.’ Paul said: ‘It is, yes.’ We both shook our heads and gave that half-laugh that is sparked by incredulity. So many environmental scare stories, over the years; I never dreamed of such a one as this.
“And what will our children make of our generation, who let this planet, so lovingly created, go to waste?” (McCarthy, ‘Slouching towards disaster’, The Tablet, 12 February, 2005; available at http://www.gci.org.uk/articles/Tablet.pdf)
This is a remarkably bleak conclusion. McCarthy glibly notes the “inevitability of what [is] going to happen”, namely: “The earth is finished.” We applaud the journalist for presenting the reality of human-caused climate change. But the resignation, and the apparent lack of any resolve to avert catastrophe, is irresponsible. As Noam Chomsky has put it in a different, though related, context:
“We are faced with a kind of Pascal’s wager: assume the worst and it will surely arrive: commit oneself to the struggle for freedom and justice, and its cause may be advanced.” (Chomsky, ‘Deterring Democracy’, Vintage, London, 1992, p. 64)
Following McCarthy’s anguished return to the Independent’s comfortable offices in London, one searches in vain for his penetrating news reports on how corporate greed and government complicity have dragged humanity into this abyss. One searches in vain, too, for anything similar by Paul Brown in The Guardian.
The notion of government and big business perpetrating climate crimes against humanity is simply off the news agenda. A collective madness of suffocating silence pervades the media, afflicting even those editors and journalists that we are supposed to regard as the best.

But the article concludes with

Although Meyer is at times understandably somewhat despondent at the enormity of the task ahead, he sees fruitful signs in the global grassroots push for sustainable development, something which “is impossible without personal and human development. These are things we have to work for so hope has momentum as well as motive.” (‘GCI’s Meyer looks ahead’, interview with Energy Argus, December 2004, p. 15; reprinted in http://www.gci.org.uk/briefings/EAC_document_3.pdf, p. 27)
And that momentum of hope is building. C&C has attracted statements of support from leading politicians and grassroots groups in a majority of the world’s countries, including the Africa Group, the Non-Aligned Movement, China and India. C&C may well be the only approach to greenhouse emissions that developing countries are willing to accept. That, in turn, should grab the attention of even the US; the Bush administration rejected the Kyoto protocol ostensibly, at least, because the agreement requires no commitments from developing nations. Kyoto involves only trivial cuts in greenhouse gas emissions, as we noted above, and the agreement will expire in 2012. A replacement agreement is needed fast.
On a sane planet, politicians and the media would now be clamouring to introduce C&C as a truly global, logical and equitable framework for stabilising the atmospheric concentration of carbon dioxide. Rational and balanced coverage of climate change would be devoting considerable resources to discussion of this groundbreaking proposal. It would be central to news reports of international climate meetings as a way out of the deadlock of negotiations; Jon Snow of Channel 4 news would be hosting hour-long live debates; the BBC’s Jeremy Paxman would demand of government ministers why they had not yet signed up to C&C; ITN’s Trevor Macdonald would present special documentaries from a multimillion pound ITN television studio; newspaper editorials would analyse the implications of C&C for sensible energy policies and tax regimes; Friends of the Earth and Greenpeace would be endlessly promoting C&C to their supporters. Instead, a horrible silence prevails.

God bless gay-bashing Rev. Fred Phelps

AT TIMES I feel really worried about the growing theocracy movement and what that means, particularly for the groups they have targetted for demonization.  I wrote this diary in November and am cross-posting it to remind myself and any others that there are signs of hope too in the darkness.

God bless gay-bashing Rev. Fred Phelps. Why? Because his hatred and bigotry against gays has united a very conservative church and community in Oklahoma to rally around a 17-year-old gay man, Michael Shackelford.

The story here at the Washington Post should give us all hope that American progressive values of tolerance and “Love thy neighbor,” shared by Christians and atheists alike, are alive and well even in the red-state heartland.

The Washington Post did a story on the young man growing up gay in a red state in a community that openly despised him.

After Phelps read about the young man, Phelps brought his oxymoronic “God hates fags” campaign to the young man’s community. (Oxymoronic because if you believe God made everything and God doesn’t make mistake then God’s not going to hate anything he made.)

What happened next shows that real life is much more than blue or red and black or white.

“There is darkness and there is light and we are in the middle of the light,” Eubanks said, to more thunderous applause. “Say it: God loves us all. All of us!”

After the service, several people came up to hug Janice. One woman held her in an embrace that lasted two minutes, whispering to Janice the whole time.

A burly man with a crew cut gave Michael a thumbs-up. “Man, you be who you are,” Shannon Watie said, holding his Bible. “We got your back.”

Watie later said that he respected Michael for having the courage to come out. “I have the sin of pride, the sin of lying sometimes,” said the 37-year-old father of two. “The reason why Jesus was on the cross was because we all do.”

Watie voted for Oklahoma’s ban on same-sex marriage. Civil unions? He might have considered those. Homosexuality? “That’s between the person and God,” Watie said.

I’m a happily married heterosexual who has had a vasectomy. One could say I don’t have a stake in either the fight for gay rights or reproductive rights.

But I do. Because I’m an American and a Democrat. And Americans are supposed to look out for each other like the people in this community did for one of their own.

I saw this story as hopeful. Sure things look dark right now with George Bush’s election (stolen or otherwise), the defeat of all the gay marriage amendments, and the control of Congress in the hands of the worst group of politicians since the pre-Civil War era.

This community rallied around a gay man when outsiders challenged him. It may have helped him that the outsiders came from Kansas and they’re from Oklahoma, but they embraced him as one of their own.

The America of the individual cowboy or lone gunfighter embraced by George Bush and his capitalist cronies is a myth. The strength of America is in being united, not divided. It wasn’t an individual* that held the line at Bunker Hill, stormed Normandy beach or died at the Alamo. Martin Luther King didn’t march alone. John Glenn may have orbited the earth alone, but rose on the efforts of many. And Neil Armstrong may have took the first step on the Moon, but our hearts were there with him.

Let’s remember Michael and Sand Springs, Oklahoma when we talk about the differences between red states and blue states. So even if the Phelps family is a hopeless cause, God bless them for reminding the people in Sand Springs and elsewhere that the rest of us do share many of the same values.

The Octopus

A comment by Soj just reminded me of a conspiracy theory that many believe to be true. And remember, just because it is a conspiracy theory does not mean you need to wear a tinfoil hat. For years people who claimed the CIA and DoD had conducted biological experiments on human test subjects and on cities were called conspiracy kooks. Later the CIA and the military admitted to such tests.

Danny Casolaro worked as a freelance journalist before he was found dead in a Martinsburg, W.Va. motel room.

His death has been the subject of numerous books, a play, countless newspaper and magazine articles and thousands of web pages. Unless you’ve ever had an interest in conspiracy theories, you’ve probably never heard of him.

I personally believe he was on to something big and was murdered.

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Casolaro tied many of the darker aspects of the 1980s and 1990s together. Call it government as criminal enterprise (I can’t remember who coined the term first). But Casolaro traced many different “tentacles” back to a group of high leading federal and business leaders. He called it “The Octopus.”

Here’s some background information onThe Octopus for those not familiar with it.

The Octopus
Secret Government and the Death of Danny Casolaro
by Kenn Thomas and Jim Keith
Review by Jon Roland

Danny Casolaro called it “the Octopus”. A vast, interlocking network of criminal conspiracy that reaches into every branch and agency of the U.S. government, many other national governments, and every sector of our societies.

An investigative reporter seeking the truth, Danny told his friends he was meeting an informant to “bring back the head of the Octopus” when his body was found in a hotel in Martinsburg, West Virginia, on August 10, 1991. Much of the evidence he had gathered was missing. The death was ruled a “suicide”, but the evidence supports murder. He never had the chance to write the book he was working on. This is an attempt to finish the book Danny started, based on his surviving notes and further investigation.

Critics will say that this book contains much material that is unconfirmed. The authors admit this, but much of the information is of a character that does not lend itself to confirmation, unless we some day kill the Octopus and dissect its tentacles. Nevertheless, the pieces do fit together to create a coherent picture, albeit an incomplete one. Much work remains to be done to bring the full truth to light. This book can provide a foundation for further investigation.

Casolaro’s investigation began with his inquiry into the case of Inslaw, from whom the U.S. Justice Department stole a software package called PROMIS and sold it to governments and financial institutions around the world, after modifying it to provide a back door by which they would track the movement of money and other assets everywhere.

In investigations it is an old rule that you “follow the money”, but in this case we can track the spread of the PROMIS package to follow the people who are following the money, and in so doing, exhibit the links in the network of criminal influence around the world and back to their origins, the way a physician might use an angiogram to reveal the blood flows in a human body.

Along the way the authors touch on virtually every kind of criminal enterprise and official corruption and abuse. They tie it all together in what is, if nothing else, the most complete and complex conspiracy theory yet developed, and one that is perhaps the best supported by available evidence. If even a part of this is true, it demands the attention of every responsible person. There is no escaping this monster. Either we kill it or it will kill us.

Much of this material will be familiar to investigators, reformers, and conspiracy buffs. But Thomas and Keith have found some new material and put the pieces together in some new ways that make sense. Time will tell how much of it is true. But the evidence, if not all valid, certainly needs to be explained.

As conspiracies goes, Casolaro’s death fits in with all of the big ones: Area 51, BCCI, the savings and loan scandal, the 1980 “October Surprise” with the Iranian hostages, and the Cabazon Indian reservation.

So it’s just the conspiracy fringe that believes this, right? Well, not really. Since it was a journalist, a number of legitimate news organizations looked into his death and came to the conclusion that he was on to something and he was murdered. The Village Voice even named who they concluded committed the killing, a shady mercenary type who was never charged so I won’t name here (no reason to get BooMan Tribune sued in the first month).

The Columbia Journalism Review published this story on his death:

THE OCTOPUS FILE

by Phil Linsalata
Linsalata is a reporter for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Joseph Daniel Casolaro’s family and friends buried him on August 16. Less than a week later, feeling a little like a vulture, I joined a handful of reporters at Nightline’s Washington headquarters to pick over the notes and files left behind by the forty-four-year- old Washington free-lancer known to his friends as Danny.

His brother Anthony, a doctor in suburban Washington, had gathered the materials and given them to Nightline after staff members there offered to keep the documents safe. Dr. Casolaro also agreed to allow some of the reporters who had been working the same ground as Danny to go through the files.

As he spoke with each reporter, the doctor encourage continued investigation. he raised the possibility that his brother had been murdered in his hotel room in Martinsburg, West Virginia, challenging the statement by Dr. James Frost, West Virginia deputy chief medical examiner, that the physical evidence held “nothing inconsistent with suicide.” Somehow, authorities had failed to notify family members until almost two days after the death. In the meantime, a preliminary ruling of suicide had been issued, clearing the way for a thorough cleanup of the scene and the embalming of the body, which would make a later autopsy more difficult.

One hope was that a review of Casolaro’s papers might shed light on the question of murder or suicide. What was Danny doing in Martinsburg? Who was the source living near there who, Danny claimed, would bring him a breakthrough? If he intended to commit suicide, why had he driven hours from his suburban Washington home? Where were the files he carried with him, the ones he’d been seen with on the last afternoon of his life? And where was the research and hard evidence for Casolaro’s book-in-progress? If he had gathered such evidence, it wasn’t readily apparent in the material.

The files did include different versions of his book proposal, including one promise to deliver, “by the end of this year, the most explosive investigative story of the 20th Century.” His working title was The Octopus, and he described its tentacles in the proposal: “This story is about a handful of people who have been able to successfully exploit the secret empires of espionage networks, big oil, and organized crime. This octopus spans the globe . . . to control governmental institutions in the United States and abroad.” Carnacki’s note: Sounds like the neoconservatives?

The book project, financed out of pocket, was Casolaro’s attempt to trace a single thread through a patchwork of scandals. He endeavored to document appearances by the same handful of individuals in a series of seemingly disparate stories, ranging in subject matter from arms trading to illegal covert operations by American intelligence figures to the financial support for those operations mustered through various banks. These include such scandals and alleged scandals as the “October Surprise,” in which, the unproven theory goes, the Reagan-for-president team made a deal to trade arms, via Israel, to Iran, if Iran would hold its America embassy hostages long enough to insure Jimmy Carter’s defeat; the Iran-contra affair, in which the Reagan administration has admitted trading arms to Iran in an effort to bargain for subsequent hostages; and the burgeoning mess surrounding the Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI), a bank Casolaro saw as one of the financial conduits that make other scandals possible.

Any one of those stories, of course, is a challenge for America’s best journalists. Casolaro wanted to tackle them all. So the reporters poring over his files in Nightline’s third-floor office were hoping that the boxes might yield clues that would illuminate one of the many sensational stories intersected not to the found.

There no tapes interviews or disks. In the back of two worn notebooks were pages of sources and their phone numbers. Casolaro was disorganized — he admitted that himself — but, as many of his sources agreed, he was unparalleled in drawing them out.

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Casolaro’s body was found in the bathtub of his room at the Sheraton Inn in Martinsburg. His wrists were slit. Also in the room was a brief suicide note — “God will let me in,” it concluded — a half-empty wine bottle, some beer bottles, and some shards of what might have been a drinking glass. And there was a single-edge razor blade, the kind used for scraping paint.

The cause of Casolaro’s death may be forever reserved for so many conspiracy theories. But the path he followed to Martinsburg can be traced past some strange and fascinating people.

In the middle of Casolaro’s reporting universe stood William and Nancy Hamilton, owners of the Inslaw computer software company. The Hamiltons, who now live outside of Washington, D.C. are St. Louis native, a fact that would attract my paper, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. They are a suburban couple who have made a family tradition of bringing their children every four years to watch each president swear his oath of office. These days they are a study in disillusionment.

Their story begins in the 1970s at the Institute for Law and Social Research, a nonprofit company Hamilton ran that pioneered computerized case-managment systems for criminal-justice agencies. When the grants that fueled the institute dried up in 1981, Hamilton converted it into a for-profit corporation called Inslaw in order to develop his own copyrighted software. His reputation quickly grew, and when the U.S. Justice Department decided it needed to overhaul and computerize its entire case-managment system, Inslaw was a logical choice to develop the software. In March 1982, Hamilton won a Justice contract which he valued at more than $ 10 million, and immediately began to gear up for the job.

Within a year, disputes erupted between the two parties over what Hamilton say as new demands. The Justice Department threatened to hold back payments to Inslaw and pressured the company to turn over the copyrighted software, but even Justice’s own lawyers said the department was going too far. In the end, Hamilton agreed to turn over the software for a trial run, and Justice agreed to either pay him for it or promptly give it back. But it did neither, and Inslaw was pushed into bankruptcy court.

During the dispute, in April 1983, Hamilton got a phone call from a corporate executive voicing an aggressive buyout offer. Hamilton refused. When he researched the company that had made the offer — Hamilton, Inc. — he found that it was controlled in large part by a former Californian named Earl W. Brian, a political crony of Edwin Meese and Ronald Reagan.

Brian has an interesting background. He heads Infotechnology, a parent company that extends over an empire that at various times has included United Press International, Financial News Network, and The Learning Channel. A physician and decorated Vietnam veteran, Brian was once the youngest-ever director of the California Health and Welfare Agency, under Governor Reagan. There he cut back the department’s services and weathered a string of controversies.

Before he left the department, Brian awarded a substantial research contract to the University of Southern California. According to The Sacramento Bee, his replacement at the state agency arrived to find more than 1,000 state computer tapes missing. They showed up at USC. And, after an unsuccessful run for the U.S. Senate, Earl Brian joined the faculty there.

Brian’s name broke into the news again in Washington in 1984 as part of the investigation of Edwin Meese by independent counsel Jacob Stein. Meese was cited for failing to disclose his financial interest in Biotech Capital Corporation, another company controlled by Brian.

The Inslaw bankruptcy case slowly snaked through the courts. In January 1988, U.S. bankruptcy judge George F. Bason, Jr., ruled that the Justice Department had never intended to live up to its agreement to return or pay for the software and that, in fact, justice “stole” it by “trickery, fraud, and deceit.” (Bason, one of the few bankruptcy judges not to be reappointed, now believes he became a casualty of the case. In 1990 he testified before the House Judiciary Committee, which is investigating the Inslaw affair and related matters, that he has “no doubt . . . that the Justice Department itself did manipulate the [appointment] process.”)

Judge Bason ordered the Justice Department to pay Inslaw $ 8 million. The department appealed, only to lose again in district court in 1989. The government persisted, arguing anew before the court of appeals, which in may 1991 threw out the five-year-old case on purely procedural grounds, ruling that the dispute should never have gone before a bankruptcy judge in the first place. (That ruling came one day before a deadline at which the Justice Department would have been forced to release copies of all its software to the Hamilton, as part of Inslaw’s efforts to discover whether its stolen software was being used in various branches of the Justice Department). In October the Hamiltons asked the Supreme Court to hear the case.

Back in early 1990, the Hamiltons were actively looking for interested journalists who could keep their story alive. First, they found Casolaro; later, my editors assigned me to Inslaw. Casolaro dropped in frequently at the offices in the northwest quarter of Washington, D.C., and I met Danny there in December of 1990.

Taken by the David and Goliath story, Casolaro wanted to know why the Justice Department would bother to steal software from Inslaw and try to force the small corporation into bankruptcy. He came to believe the Hamilton’s early theory: friends of Meese in the Justice Department fabricated disputes in the execution of the $ 10 million contract and pirated the potentially lucrative software so that it could be shifted to Meese associates.

But what really intrigued Casolaro — and my editors at the Post-Dispatch — was an entirely new set of accusations. These came from impossible to establish. The source was Michael Riconosciuto, and he claimed advanced skills in arms technology, covert currency transfers, electronic surveillance, and computer science — including software design. These skills, he claimed, made him a favorite among intelligence operatives in need of assistance.

Riconosciuto declared that someone in the Justice Department had stolen Inslaw’s software, called Promis, and given it to American intelligence operatives for resale in the international intellegence market. He later said he had been hired to alter the software prior to these sales.

Promis was designed to manage and track complicated cases through the manifold layers of criminal-law bureaucracy — from investigation to arrest to grand jury, trial, and, in the event of a guilty verdict, prison and parole. It could deliver myriad details at the push of a button. Slightly altered, it could easily become a powerful tool for monitoring intelligence cases, dissidents, and even citizens at large. As such, William Hamilton reasons, it would be of value to any number of regimes.

In recent months, the Hamiltons have charged that Promis had been illegally distributed to military and intelligence agencies in Iraq, Libya, South Korea, Singapore, Israel, Canada and other nations. This is a scenario that would never have occurred to the Hamiltons until Riconosciuto laid it out in the spring of 1990.

Early on, Riconosciuto told Casolaro that the software had been traded for cash, with some of the money going to reward American intelligence figures for services redered, and the balance going into slush funds for future operations outside the purview of Congress. Casolaro asked his newfound source what deeds had been done to warrant such payment.

“I told Danny that one of the services rendered was orchestration of the 1980 release of the American hostage in Iran,” Riconosciuto told me.

In the early part of 1991, the news pack pursuing this October Surprise theory was still relatively small. Frontline’s Robert Parry was at work on the first of his reports, The Election Held Hostage, which would run in April. Former National Security Council staff member Gary Sick’s now-famous op-ed piece in days later that month. And Casolaro had been hard at work, logging “more than 100 hours” on the phone with Riconosciuto in late 1990 and early 1991, according to Riconosciuto.

Riconosciuto went public in March, saying he believes the Hamiltons deserved justice. Late that month he delivered a sworn affidavit in the Inslaw litigation, claiming that a former Justice Department official had threatened him with criminal prosecution if he continued to talk about the Inslaw case. He also copy of Inslaw’s software for distribution to intelligence agencies in Canada.

Less than a week after news of the Riconosciuto affidavit broke, he was arrested by federal agents near Tacoma an drug charges. He immediately claimed that he had been “set up” in relation for speaking out on Inslaw and that he had proof — a recording of the former Justice Department official making the threats referred to in the affidavit. Carnacki’s note: Doesn’t that sound familiar? Casolaro flew to Washington state in hot pursuit.

He returned doubting that the tape existed. Still, he said, the trip was not a complete waste. He had brought back some of Riconosciuto’s files, a batch of documents and correspondence relating to another bizarre story, one in which Riconosciuto’s role was much more clearly documented. It involved the Cabazon Indians, a sovereign tribe of fewer than fifty residents on a reservation in the desert of southern California. There, Riconosciuto had worked with a group of people loosely allied under a joint business venture with the tribe. The business deal was simple: money for the tribe in return for use of the reservation as a research base, testing ground, and marketing facility for weapons ranging from fuel-air explosives to night-vision goggles. Visitors to the reservation, according to Riconosciuto, included mercenaries, intelligence operatives of all stripes, and some of the same characters who later went on to orchestrate the Inslaw affair.

Soon, Casolaro came to see the reservation as part of an interconnected series of events — an octopus.

As Casolaro searched for Riconosciuto’s missing tape near Tacoma, I chased another source to another setting. Lexington, Kentucky, was the temporary home of Ari Ben-Menashe, a former Israeli intelligence officer who had moved there after his acquittal in New York on arms trading charges in December. The federal government had accused Ben-Menashe of conspiring to sell three transport planes to an undercover federal agent. He spent a year in prison awaiting trial, but when he finally came to trial the jury acquitted him, after he brandishes a diplomatic passport as evidence that his activities had been sanctioned by Israel and documents showing that the planes in question actually belonged to the Israeli government.

After his year in prison, Ben-Menashe was ready to talk. An Iranian Jew of Iraqi parentage who attended an American school in Tehran and moved to Israel at age fourteen, he is convinced that he would be arrested if he returns there to see his child or former wife, since he had given away government secrets. During his stint in Lexington, he often stayed up all night talking to reporters calling from time zones on the opposite side of the world. Profoundly cynical, he describes himself as a man who personally brokered billions of dollars in weapons to Iran in support of an Israeli plan to foster protracted hostility in the Iran-Iraq war.

His story dovetails with Riconosciuto’s: both say the software was sold to foreign intelligence agencies; both say it was traded via the same back-door channels used for weapons sales in the Iran-contra affair (channels that they claim opened with the October Surprise deal in 1980); both say Earl Brian played a role.

And, like Riconosciuto, Ben-Menashe eventually entered part of his story into the record of the Inslaw case, and reporters began to pick up on it. Brian’s denials were adamant. He had never met Riconosciuto, he said, and had no idea who Ben-Menashe was. While the Hamiltons claimed that a Brian-controlled company had tried to acquire Inslaw in 1983, he insisted he had never heard of Inslaw or Promis software until much later, when he read of the case in the media.

But Ben-Menashe stands by his claim that in 1989, as special consultant for intelligence affairs in the Israeli prime minister’s office, he was told by a Chilean arms manufacturer that the Chilean had “brokered a deal” between Brian and “a representative of Iraqi military intelligence” for the used of Promis.

Two years before, in 1987, according to Ben-Menashed’s affidavit, he was present when Brian told a gathering at Israeli intelligence headquarters in TelAviv that the CIA, the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, and the U.S. Department of Justice were all using versions of Promis. Brian had given the software to Israel for use by its intelligence forces.

Having stirred the pot, Ben-Menashe left for Australia this spring when his visa expired. By that time Nightline, The New York Times, and a fair number of other outfits had joined the renewed exploration of the October Surprise theory. As the affair took on a higher profile, President Bush took note. “Stop repeating rumors over and over again . . . it’s sickening,” he snapped in May.

By degrees, meanwhile, news reports have been coming up these puzzles — the alleged sale of Inslaw’s stolen software, various illegal arms transfers, and the October Surprise. But I found that publishing my stories on these topics came at a price — reliance on sources Casolaro once described as “trained in the fine art of deception.”

Despite the frustrations that came with dependence on the undependable, Casolaro struggled to stay abreast. While news teams with expense accounts traveled abroad, he endlessly worked the telephone, sometimes picking up tantalizing leads. He always seemed to find something new to buoy him up and spur him up.

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David Corn, Washington editor of The Nation and one of the reporters interested in the Casolaro case, says he is sometimes frustrated by a phenomenon in which sources repeat each other’s information. “Intelligence people call it blowback,” he says.

Janis Winogradsky, a Los Angeles-based producer for Australia’s Nine Network, also finds the problem of deceptive sources “maddening.” In October she completed a piece based on claims by Riconosciuto that he was hired to alter the Inslaw software, installing a “back door” so that the sellers could be passed to the Australian Security Intelligence Organization and the American intelligence figures who who passed it to them could have access to their computer files.

“On one hand you have people like the Hamiltons,” she says. “They are the salt of the earth — normal, centered, family-oriented people who find themselves in the middle of quite an incredible web. And you can place confidence in their attorney [former attorney general Elliot Richardson, who has tremendous credibility. I also found Judge Bason very sincere.

“Then you have the people on the fringe, people like Michael Riconoscuito and Ari Ben-Ben-Menashe,” she says. “They seem to have an extraordinary ability to very quickly internalize a piece of information. Whatever they hear, whatever they see, then becomes firsthand knowledge. So whatever they say, they express with the same amount of conviction.”

As she burrowed into the Inslaw affair, Winogradsky experienced moments of doubt. “On the plane to Washington I turned to my reporter and wondered if I’d missed the whole point on this story,” she says. “The network had spent a ton of money. I was left with this horrible fear: What if my editors looked at this as a $ 40,000 romp?”

Ultimately, she concluded that her story was worth the effort. “We don’t have a smoking gun. I do not have a document saying Australia has the stolen software,” she says. “But I to have a tremendous amount of circumstantial evidence.

“So we can put out the allegations on both sides and say, Look, there may be something here . . .”

Riconosciuto’s claims of “back door access” that allowed the CIA to tap into all of the Promis software turned out to be true. But he also claimed that Wackenhut — the largest private army in the world and major Bush supporters — played a major role in assisting the Contras in the 1980s. Now the Freepers like to cite Casolaro and several of the many figures surrounding his case as part of Clinton’s “hit list.”

The reality is every conspiracy tied to him points back to their beloved President Reagan and the Bush family.

As noted above, most of Casolaro’s notes disappeared after his death.

But not mentioned on the story above is that on one of the pages found were the words “CIA,” “alien,” “shadow government” and “Zapata.”

OK, Casolaro went off the deep end, right? Well, maybe not. Wackenhut, which had ties to the CIA through Iran-Contra, also has the contract to provide security for Area 51 where Lockheed Martin’s famed Skunkworks and other military aircraft are tested.

But what of the term “alien?” Only the tinfoil hat wearers believe we may possess UFO technology, right? Well, that depends on who you believe. Nick Cook, the aviation editor of Jane’s Defense Weekly — not exactly a fringe publication — wrote a book, “The Hunt for Zero Point,” detailing his maddening search to determine the truth and eventually concluded that the possibility does exist.

Zapata may refer to Zapata Off-Shore Co., owned by George H.W. Bush. The shipping company provided two vessels for the Bay of Pigs invasion, the “Barbara” and the “Houston.”

But shadow government? Who knows what that could possibly mean?