Sunday, August 30, 2020
SALON has just published Chapter Three of my multipart exposé about the true origins of QAnon: "Making Sense of QAnon: What Lies Behind the Conspiracy Theory That's Eating America?" In the previous two installments of this series, I chronicled the attempts made by an old friend to convince me of an outlandish conspiracy theory being promoted by the group of rabid online Donald Trump supporters known as “QAnon.” According to my friend, initiates of the Illuminati had teamed up with subterranean demons to torture, rape and eat kidnapped children in underground military bases ruled by Trump’s mortal enemies. Not surprisingly, none of the so-called “evidence” provided by my friend proved any such thing.
In the first two installments we suggested a few notable precedents for the core ideas of the QAnon cult. Now, in Chapter Three, prepare to take a deep dive into the exact sources of QAnon's strange ideas as we analyze a thinly disguised QAnon recruitment video called Out of Shadows (a "documentary" that has received more than eighteen million views since its debut in April), no doubt one of the most impactful propaganda films of 2020.
Click HERE to read "Making Sense of QAnon: What Lies Behind the Conspiracy Theory That's Eating America?"
Sunday, August 23, 2020
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To read Scoles' entire article, click HERE.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
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Friday, August 7, 2020
I met Harlan Ellison the day before his wife, Susan, met him, in 1985, in Glasgow. I interviewed him. I didn't get to meet Susan until 1989, when I went to see Harlan in LA. She and I became friends incredibly fast. She was the most direct person I knew. Our first actual conversation, while Harlan was answering a phone, began with her saying, "So. I know you're a writer. I don't know anything else about you. Gay or straight? Married or unmarried? Children or no children? Who are you?" and so I told her everything I could think of, and I kept answering her questions for the next 31 years.
Ellison Wonderland is now quieter than before: the vast, high-ceilinged office where Harlan did his writing, the pool table beneath Stadium-level speakers, the secret rooms that once helped hide Vietnam war objectors on the run to Canada, the toys and the meticulously painted figurines, and the room that was built just to hold all the mugs he had collected…the stacks of awards and manuscripts and tens of thousands (yes you read that number right) of books carefully and lovingly maintained and read and honored.
The rooms remember being filled with love and music and important conversations about trivial things and trivial conversations about important things, and laughter, and the living souls of Susan and Harlan Ellison, who together brought something ineffably beautiful into the world.
And now they are gone.
And I have no words that will tell you what that really, truly means.
Harlan's words stand alone.
Susan Ellison's 8-4-20 LOCUS MAGAZINE obituary can be found HERE.