Where Is My Captain?  Where Is My Ship?  Is There Any Hope?

photo adapted — jooinn.com

by Mary W Maxwell, LLB

As I woke up this morning, this phrase went through my mind: “Colder and colder blew the wind, a gale from the Northeast….”  But here in New Hampshire the skies are clear and the temperature is pleasant with no wind, much less a gale.

The colder-and-colder theme is from Longfellow’s poem, The Wreck of the Hesperus, in which a sea captain is too arrogant to listen to the advice of an old sailor — “I pray thee, put into yonder port, for I fear a hurricane.” Eventually, the captain’s overconfidence leads to death — “a whooping billow swept the crew like icicles from her deck.”

As I said, all is calm here in New Hampshire, so most likely my musing about a shipwreck, or a fatal storm, stems from unconscious awareness of this week’s news. That news is two-track – the drive toward World Government by means of a fake health crisis, and the unexpected “siege” of the Capitol, leading to emergency legislation.

I have been particularly struck by the lack of public outrage at the fact that someone could cut off the president’s means of communication. Please believe me when I say that, in past decades, if such a thing had happened, all eyes would be trained on the person who had done it — and he would be shaking in his boots.

I’m not referring to citizens’ lack of shock that technology enables huge censorship – we have gradually accepted that a person with remote control can effect a big outcome.  I’m only expressing my worry that people aren’t jumping at the wrongness of blocking dialogue between a president and the people.

It also strikes me that even if Trump’s social media channels went dead, he should be able to find other ways to communicate, yet he has not done so. Yesterday I visited Whitehouse.gov; there was nothing on the home page.  Today there is a bright photo of WarpSpeed with the outdated message: “FDA authorizes safe, effective coronavirus vaccines.”

What Is Really Going On Behind the Scenes?

I am now about to float a suggestion for which I do not have enough evidence to state as a fact. It’s only a maybe, a fairly thin maybe. Namely this: that Donald Trump has been “in on” his own persecution from Day One. That would include his letting the “Russian collusion” mania of the media take up the nation’s time for most of 2017 and 2018. It also would include the January 6, 2021 fiasco.

I’ll support that argument below. But first let me offer a poem by Walt Whitman (1819-1892) about the death of President Abraham Lincoln. The “ship” in this poem is the ship of state, the Union, which had won the Civil War.

O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


With Whitman, you don’t have to labor to discern the parties.  The ship is the United States.  The captain is the president.  The people are cheering for the ship and they admire Lincoln. They thank him for keeping the nation together.  “From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won.”

When will we see something like that again? Not until we get rid of mind control, I ween.

Leadership, with rationality, of an American president has been unknown for some time. Possibly it has been missing for two whole generations, so that only we oldies can recognize its absence, and only we know how valuable it was.

I attempted, albeit in a very small way, to run for federal office – Representative in 2006, Senator in 2017, and President in 2020. I can say for sure that the process of running has naught to do with rationality. It doesn’t even have to do with the candidate himself!  “Forces” pick who will run, and make sure the wrong type, such as a  rational person, doesn’t get in there by mistake.

If you have watched our Congresspersons, you have seen them perform irrationally on “Russian collusion” and the first Impeachment, and, last week, on the Electoral College issue.  I am talking about procedure, not content. Both Parties’ members acted as if there were no procedure to follow except the procedure of obeying a Party leader. Loyalty was their best boast. Imagine it!

Upfront announcement: I’m Republican. But I’m referring to the awful behavior of both parties. I especially chided my Party colleagues when they decided, in the 2020 Impeachment to vote ‘No’ to hearing any evidence of the Russian collusion — as the Senate had enough Republicans to kill the impeachment anyway. As if that was all that mattered.

Mind Control

To repeat, I propose that Donald Trump has been “in on” his own persecution from Day One. For this to be possible, he would have had to be subjected to mind control at some point before he took office. I can’t say that it happened, but I do know that Britain’s Tavistock program had access to the minds of many leaders outside of Britain in the 20th century.

Without doubt, the parents of Poppy Bush (President #41) subjected him to mind control, and without doubt he subjected his son (President #44) to the same. You can find this in Barbara Bush’s 1994 Memoir, or ask me about it later.

You can also just look at the lack of intelligence in Congress in 2001 immediately following Nine Eleven to know that some members’ brains were AWOL. The Patriot Act glided through without a bump and the Authorization for the Use of Military Force had only one bump, from California Rep Barbara Lee.

Again, last Wednesday, following the “storming of the Bastille,” all members of the House went along with the idea that Representatives should not entertain discussion. Why? Because there has been violence. Fantastic logic, eh?

Democrats were already prepared to condemn discussion. For weeks, the media had said Trump’s complaints were either treasonous or were just a symptom of his egocentricity. (And his niece Mary Trump explains it all as Donald’s childhood mistreatment by his Dad). But Republicans, too, said “Let’s shut up” even if, on the preceding day, “dozens” of them were promising to open up the fraud.

Most of all, the President did not step before a mic to say that he had in no way encouraged, or expected, violence.

People, including, allegedly, other heads of state, think Trump tried to deal with allegations of fraud by 1. inviting a horde of Republicans to be there, 2. instructing Vice President Pence to overturn the election, and 3. if Pence didn’t play ball, then to order what Giuliani strangely called “trial by combat.”

That can’t have been the real sequence of events, however, as Pence didn’t get the opportunity to ask Congress to bring forth objections to the November 3rd voter fraud.  Or should I say, Pence did make that statement, but the intruders arrived a minute later and gummed up the works.

Surely Trump could have made a better job of it. Which is partly why I think he was in on it. That is, in on the fiasco that now holds us in despair, not knowing what it’s all about, and being told we have no rational leaders. Every official is just somebody’s pawn.

The Purveyors of Mind Control

Some say the great advances of technology are the necessary basis for a takeover of nations by hidden forces.   I say all the technology in the world would not succeed at enabling that, as human beings are rational. Societies would, as a body, reject a new style of oppression.

Maybe we couldn’t reject it when we were all peasants – a peasant can’t do much more than bow to the lash. But we have not been peasants since at least 1776, when some smart blokes signed the Declaration of Independence. It basically says “Drop dead, you ugly oppressors.” It argues for freedom — and the Revolutionary War of 1775-1783 secured that freedom.

But now we have mind control. So goodbye, Freedom. Our fate is to endure a crackdown by “law and order.” A slate of new “domestic terrorists” will be identified. If mind control has been massively implanted in the United States, we can indeed kiss Freedom goodbye.


The title of this article is “Where is my Captain? Where is my ship?  Is there any hope?”  I should have mentioned that I am a registered, card-carrying, Cockeyed Optimist.  I see the activities of the last 30 years as a sick joke, and thus realize we do not have to continue on this track – not by a long shot.

Many people are on this same wavelength. They see what has been publicly pronounced as being very far off of reality. In a word, they are conspiracy theorists. They (like myself) are aware that a certain clique of men have directed events, especially wars, especially education, especially the economy.

Those very men “give us” the government we now have. I’m afraid they also give us the society we now have. On January 7th  I found myself singing “535 wimps on the wall, 535 wimps on the wall… Take one down, pass it all around, 534 wimps on the wall.”  — etc.

But human nature is not composed of a totality of wimps, and probably not even a majority of wimps. In the Homo sapiens species, leadership arises naturally.  Followership of good leaders also arises naturally – after all, it’s in your interest to do what a smart leader recommends and its natural to get all fluttery in the heart about that person.

“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning…”

Some Particulars of the Control

It is a crying shame that Senator Rand Paul doesn’t say – perhaps does not even believe – that the neighbor who broke his ribs was on a mission and was mind-controlled.  It would take Senator Paul only an afternoon to check the literature on the subject.

It would also be nice if any senator would come forth to say that the 2017 shooting spree at a baseball game played by Congresspersons was done by a man on a mission who was acting under mind control.  The purpose of the whole thing, like the hit on Rand, was to send a message to all of our duly elected (plus some not-so-duly-elected?) reps: “You are vulnerable to us and we watch your every move.”

The other day, Jon Rappoport (he of the Matrix insight) reviewed past invasions of the Capitol building. He found one from 1954 that featured four Puerto Rican nationalists. They sat themselves in the gallery, with hand guns, unfurled a Puerto Rican flag and shot randomly into the House, wounding five Representatives.

It is possible that this was harbinger of the aforementioned baseball game (at which Rep Scaliese was seriously hurt). That is, it may have had nothing to do with Puerto Rico. It was a hint to Congress (who already had hints, such as when Rep McFadden died for his sin of trying to fight the Federal Reserve Act).

On the other hand, if the four shooters were acting on instructions, it may be that the instructor did not have Puerto Rico on his mind. Rather the episode could have been planned to give people a worry about violence.  More likely it was intended to besmirch all Puerto Ricans, just like we besmirch all Muslims every chance we get.

Is there hope?  You bet.  All’s you need to do is be rational when looking at evidence, motives, and so forth.  There are whole books on how to do that but don’t spend money buying them – you already know instinctively how to proceed.

As for the fear that you will be outnumbered, let me flash you back to the Roman Empire. Seneca wrote that there was a move by slave-owners to get all slaves to wear a particular costume. “No, no,” said the mind controller of the day, “don’t do that. The slaves will see each other and suddenly know their strength-in-numbers.”

And you might recall that Plato observed that if all members of a small society, rich and poor, were relocated to an isolated place, the rich people’s myths as to why they had privileges would be “seen through” by the poor rather quickly.

And it wouldn’t go well for the rich.


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