Monthly Archives: April 2015

Why the Internet is Nearly a Complete Waste of Time

I remember when I first saw the Internet, in 1993 out in the country on the gigantic campus of UC Davis, on farmland the university had bought locally (in the US county with the highest proportion of land dedicated to ag, Yolo County). It was at the editorial offices UC Integrated Pest Management, the people who tell you how to get rid of insect pests & vermin. I saw an icon on the computer screen, asked “What that?”, my supervisor showed me, “hmm, seems like a complete waste of time”.

This was confirmed to me when I tried to memorialize an event that has tremendous significance to Sacramentans and to members of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, the death of Myrna Opsahl at the hands of Emily Harris of the self-styled Symbionese Liberation Army on April 21, 1975. Mrs. Opsahl, whose surgeon husband Dr. Trygve Opsahl worked with my mother-in-law Bobbie DeFrantz at American River Hospital, was making a deposit from a church event on a Monday morning at the Crocker Bank branch then located near the corner of Marconi and Fair Oaks in Carmichael, CA. Myrna was carrying a cash register, when the gun-toting terrorists gave the kind of orders their script tells them to issue in these kinds of instances, Myrna was apparently preoccupied with the weight of the cash register, she failed to comply quickly enough, Emily Harris allegedly shot her with a shotgun.

I commemorated the 40th anniversary on the Free Republic website. Only one respondent even mentioned Mrs. Opsahl, the rest of the comments degraded into some reminiscences about some experiences with the killers at a gun store, The Old Sacramento Armoury at 22nd and J Streets, killers who were only shown in one photo in my article, no mention of grieving Dr. Opsahl holding a lovely picture of his wife and himself in a field of flowers, or Myrna’s smiling picture.

I had an experience with the gun store owner’s wife that must typify what a waste of time all this is: I was walking on College Town Drive towards the California State University Sacramento football stadium, Tony Bush’s Mom, of the family that owned the Old Sacramento Armoury, was driving an old orange and white VW van, about a 1965 model, she asked me if I wanted a ride, I thought she was going towards J Street, I accepted the ride, Tony’s Mom summarily does a u-turn in the street—she didn’t ascertain where I was going, she was going the other way—the front passenger door latch on the VW van was broken, the door swings open, I almost fall out onto the street and injure myself.

Complete waste of time, actually, a hazard. I’m going to try to kick this internet thing out of my life.

Myrna Lee Opsahl, December 13, 1932 – April 21, 1975

‘Death to the Fascist Insect’ Proclaimed the Revolutionary Cohorts of the Symbionese Liberation Army as they Bravely Murdered the Humble Christian Woman, Myrna Lee Opsahl This Day Forty Years Ago.

A photographic exhibition once featured the resolute face of a late 1930s murder suspect as he was marched into a paddy wagon. I’ve often searched for that image as an example of dedicated unrepentance.

No more. We have the face of Emily Harris and her colleagues in domestic terrorism, waiting in court.

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Dr. Trygve Opsahl received news of his dear wife Myrna’s murder at his surgical practice at American River Hospital in Carmichael, California that Monday morning in April, 1975, forty years ago today.
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We can see arrogant unrepentance, and yet hidden fear in the faces of Myrna’s murderers.
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Let it be a warning to us. Let us strive not to leave this world with such an attitude, in the least, little measure, toward anyone in this world.

A Lioness in the Streets

What’s to Account For Hillary’s Astonishing Fall from Official Media Grace?

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In the 1930s, someone heard Adolph Hitler being screamed at behind closed doors by the head of the German Central Bank, Hjalmar Horace Greeley Schacht. Who could get away with screaming at Hitler and live?

Someone fronting from a group so powerful, it could have ordered that Hitler be made into Hoffaburger. It turns out that when Hitler first assumed power, he went with hat in hand to make his case to the heads of German industry that his gangster militias could deliver labor peace.

The big talking heads are mum about all this, so let this little talking head provoke you to wonder about it yourself.This arrangement was to become upended when Hitler’s prodigious rhetorical power, amplified by the then-new media of broadcast radio and public address systems, moved him from maitre d’hotel to guest of honor at the devil’s banquet. Schacht was interned in Dachau but mysteriously survived to found a post-war Dusseldorf bank.

Above conventional distinctions of “left” and “right”, the power coalitions which sponsor political front-men, must account for the inner character and predicted future actions of those they entrust to implement their dictates.

This core principle must be centrally involved with Hillary Clinton’s astonishing fall from grace in the “liberal” media, led by the flagship NY Times. The big talking heads are mum about all this, so let this little talking head provoke you to wonder about it yourself.

After all the posturing is dispensed with, George Soros gets along just fine along the bottom line with the Koch Brothers.

Nothing like the 1933 overthrow of the House of Morgan by the House of Rockefeller, with the LionessInTheStreets2Glass-Steagall Act,  is currently underway; the big fish aren’t especially urgently jostling one another to see who will eat whom.

So the hidden tectonic rumblings to account for Hillary’s lightning fall to earth, must involve the recognition that she didn’t know her own limits and had to be de-fanged.

People knew that the old Soviet press was riddled with lies, Loz’  rather than  Pravda, but they still paid attention to subtle currents in the fabric of factual inaccuracies, to detect the rise and fall of various power-wielding personalities.

Not so here. Fat if not happy American media consumers, Joe People Magazine and Sally Entertainment Tonight, have not the slightest clue about what’s going on in the penthouses of power.

But as the servants manning the levers of power slowly adjust their comfort level downward, they will dodge and sway like schools of fish or flocks of birds reacting instinctually but unknowingly to the movement of the predators among them.

There’s no question about who will be in charge, it’s only a matter of whether any of the high servants will be allowed to overcome their masters.