At least they knew what game they were playing!
Imagine a game much, much worse than nasty play-to-play sex and you don’t even know it’s being played and you are the target. All done clandestinely, many actors, many forms of assault. Was that fun for the perps? Hard to believe until you give it real thought and see the big picture, which includes maiming children.
Covid-19 can be understood as a complex molecule and as such as a kind of poison. Having been poisoned many times myself, it saddens me greatly to know that China’s CCP almost certainly poisoned the whole world. A big part of my mind is filled with Chinese information and memories; now I have to reshape all that to accommodate what had previously seemed to be only an abstract possibility.
Will the CCP release more deadly viruses? A gruesome possibility is they have already vaccinated the most capable one-half of their population against a set of even more lethal “complex molecules” due to be released all over the world when the time is right. As the unvaccinated one-half of China dies along with the rest of the world, the CCP will have plausible deniability.
The CCP practices eugenics and has taught their denizens to think well of the science. Google 优生学 and use the Google translation function on the search results to confirm this for yourself. Killing the least capable half of their people would fit right in with preparing for their glorious future of world domination.
If the rest of the world were all killed or vastly weakened, the CCP would declare a Great Victory over capitalism & the Triumph of the Communist Party. Few would be left to object as a new chapter of world history began. Interestingly, Chinese communism is a sort of reworked Abrahamic messianism imported from the West.
I first learned the significance to Jews of the word Amalek when I spoke with the third mysterious stranger. This exchange can be found in Chapter Thirty of Mountebank’s Monster:
“Anyone ever say the word amalek to you?”
“Yeah, someone did once.”
“What did he say?”
“He just said, ‘You are amalek.’ I was at a party and he came up to me and just said that. Then he smiled. He leaned toward me when he spoke.”
“That’s them. Do you know what that word means?”
“It’s the name of a tribe that was destroyed by the Jews in the Bible. They were wiped out and all trace of them obliterated.”
I felt terrified hearing that. Twenty years later in a cabin in California what I had thought was a stray word in Madison, Wisconsin took on terrible meaning, knitting memories and events into a dark pattern with terrible implications.
This morning, I read an essay that goes into depth on the meaning of Amalek:
…Yahweh’s genocidal code of war was applied by King Saul to the Amalekites. Yahweh ordered Saul to kill them all, “man and woman, babe and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and donkey,” and Saul was punished for sparing their king Agag, whom Samuel had to butcher himself (1Samuel 15). In the Jewish mind, such stories are not just half-forgotten tales of the past. Biblical history holds the keys to the present and to the future. Rabbinic exegetes have constantly referred to Israel’s perceived enemies in biblical terms. Amalek, in particular, came to be associated with Rome and, from the fourth century onward, with Christians, or with the Armenians in particular. Amalek is also associated to Iran, because the villain of the Book of Esther, Haman, is said to be a descendant of the Amalekite king Agag. The hanging of Haman and his ten sons and the massacre of 75,000 Persians are often conflated in Jewish tradition with the extermination of the Amalekites and the brutal execution of their king. The Torah reading on the morning of Purim is taken from the account of the battle against the Amalekites, which ends with the conclusion that “Yahweh will be at war with Amalek generation after generation” (Exodus 17:16). “Tradition holds that the Amalekites are the undying enemy of the Jews,” explains Jeffrey Goldberg in a New York Times piece called “Israel’s Fears, Amalek’s Arsenal,” adding: “I recently asked one of his advisers to gauge for me the depth of Mr. Netanyahu’s anxiety about Iran. His answer: ‘Think Amalek.’” (The Devil’s Trick: Unmasking the God of Israel)
Naturally, when I read a paragraph like that, I literally get chills up my spine, in my arms, and legs. It’s revolting to even consider that anyone would think like that, but I know some do.
This is a night shot taken from the driveway behind the house at 15 Circle Road, probably in 2009. The lighted room on the right is the sun porch where my mom spent so much of her time. The dimmer room to the left is the living room. The tree silhouetted by the moon was in the front yard of a famous NYT columnist. The tree was blown down in a huge storm that struck the northeast in, maybe, 2010. One of these days, I’ll check that date; 72 tress came down in Scarsdale during that storm, probably a record.
So many came down because as time passed many of the trees in the “Village in a Park” had become old. And since many were situated in well-fertilized lawns, as this one was, their roots were too shallow to withstand the storm. Scarsdale is sometimes called the “Village in a Park” due to a village policy of encouraging tree growth and retention.
The tree silhouetted by the moon in this photo was huge. It fell across Circle Road and well into our yard, where its top branches crashed to the ground within eight feet of my mom who was reading a magazine in the front corner of the sun porch (see photo) at the time. I heard the tree fall but there was so much noise from wind, I did not know what I had heard. It was also very dark because the whole area had lost power. I did open the front door to look outside, but within the considerable violence of the storm did not see the tree supine across our front yard and driveway.
The famous columnist came over the next day and said he would have the tree removed. A less famous ophthalmologist, who lived nearby and who knew of the tree, stopped me as I was walking with Heidi a few days later. The ophthalmologist and I had been casual friends when we were boys. He was one of a rare number of people whose face I could recognize as an adult. I have significant problems with facial recognition either due to my lazy eye or to Mountebank’s supplemental ministrations performed after correcting the alignment of that eye.
The ophthalmologist asked me about the tree and if the columnist was going to do anything about it. I told him he was. He asked if the columnist had offered to repair the damage done to our driveway by the tree. I said I did not know and it didn’t matter to us. The ophthalmologist clearly had sympathy for me, which I appreciate to this day. My guess is he knew all about what Mountebank had done and was disgusted with her and probably with his community having allowed something like that to happen.
Anyone with good connections to Scarsdale, especially the Scarsdale of the 1960s, should be able to corroborate my story by exploring those connections. Depending on your relationships and which sub-community you know in Scarsdale, you may be able to find even more information than I have. If you do find information or are able to corroborate (or not), feel free to comment on this page or contact me in some other way.
I have been open about my story for several years, and, so far, no one has harmed or threatened me, so I don’t think giving me new information will cause you any trouble. I 100% guarantee I will never reveal any of your personal details to anyone. Knowing others know and at least have some understanding is an enormous relief to me.
Peter Citron, a Scarsdale native and graduate of Scarsdale High School, was a central figure in a very large child sex-trafficking case known as the Franklin Scandal.
See this for an introduction to that scandal: Nick Bryant on the Franklin Scandal, child trafficking, and more. I highly recommend this interview for itself and also as a tangential introduction to my own story, Mountebank’s Monster.
Peter Citron is the only real full name I use in Mountebank’s Monster. He plays a very important part in the story. There used to be a decent page describing Citron’s pathetic and destructive life on Wikipedia, but as Bryant mentions Wikipedia has disappeared a good deal of information on child abuse and molestation, to say nothing of torture, poisoning, and maiming.
I am sure I will have more to say on this blog about Peter Citron. For now, let me just mention that when I first watched Conspiracy of Silence and saw his name mentioned, I was stunned and also felt greatly relieved. So much of what I describe in Mountebank’s Monster suddenly came together in a more coherent way. Conspiracy of Silence is about the Franklin Scandal.
There is no way Citron could have gone from just barely beating a child molestation rap in Scarsdale, New York to quickly becoming a member of the group that perpetrated the Franklin Scandal in Omaha, Nebraska unless Citron was part of an even larger sex-trafficking group.
The rap Citron beat in Scarsdale involved me and one of my friends. My dad, I think reasonably, decided to keep me out of the case, which consequently fell apart.
As Bryant describes, crimes of this sort (and much worse ones) are covered up at local, state, and federal levels when powerful people are involved. Like many, Bryant focuses on the sex-trafficking of children more than the torture, maiming, and murdering of them. To my eye, the torture and maiming are much worse than the sexual abuse.
Adult reputation destruction and psychological isolation are also terrible consequences of falling into a Franklin-style trap as a child. Or a Scarsdale one. The perps can’t let you be because if you retain any sort of credible social circle, you might talk and expose them. So they keep after you for years, even decades.
(If the link above to the film Conspiracy of Silence fails, you should be able to find it elsewhere online. If you want to research Peter Citron, add “Omaha” or “Franklin” after his name. If you search for “Franklin Scandal” on Wikipedia, you will see what Bryant means about disappearing these cases. Be sure to listen to him before you dismiss the Franklin Scandal based on Wikipedia’s brainwashed entry.)
Looking from my mom’s bedroom into the second floor hallway. Heidi took this photo in 2008. Those ukiyo-e prints surely influenced me. They were on that wall as long as I can remember.
02/26/20: Interesting and relevant video
This video is interesting in and of itself. I am posting it especially for the description of gas lighting starting at 35:00. Groups other than or in conjunction with govt can and do do this, that I can tell you. Once an individual is isolated by gas lighting like that, people turn away and estrangement quickly sets in on all sides.
Being the recipient of treatment like that (the horrible stuff aside) can be interesting and have religious significance, as Cain describes. You learn what conscious destruction (by someone else) of social bonds does. You can guess (pretty well, I think) why it is done and by whom. You can also see how many are drawn in unwittingly, following any number of wrong explanations offered by the gas lighters.
The religious aspect of an experience like that to an outsider may look like resignation, fatalism, defeatism. It can be that. But it can also be a deeper understanding of ultimate being which transcends our social self and the relative likes and dislikes of our “floating world.”
02/25/20: So, Harvey gets convicted
The sighs of relief from everyone who already knew all about it but took whatever they could get from Harvey anyway is very similar in kind to the behavior Harvey and his reluctant consorts engaged in.
To me, Harvey is but a minor example of a type which can be much worse. Did Harvey maim or kill? Did he poison anyone? Did he perform psychosurgery or have it performed on anyone? Did he follow anyone around for decades and cause reputational harm whenever he could?
He may have dabbled in gas lighting and backbiting, but I doubt he was a big player in the really bad stuff.
Notice how afraid even very wealthy and powerful people were to say anything about Harvey for so many years. Many of those same people know of much worse today than what Harvey did, but say and do nothing.
In many ways, that makes sense. Life is short. In many other ways, it’s a great transgression to condone and benefit from a community that does so much harm to so many.
02/21/20: Scarsdale makes richest town on East Coast, second richest in USA.
See some good photos of Scarsdale in the article linked below. From them, you can get a feel for Scarsdale’s small downtown, site of several incidents depicted in the infamous novel Mountebank’s Monster and His Mom: a peculiar resurrection.
Above is a photo of the Harwood Building, where both Mountebank and the demented dentist had their offices. Good chance they knew each other and encouraged each other’s foul schemes. The dentist’s old office was in the brick section on the second floor of the building. His window looked down on a small park , which is to the left of the frame and not pictured.
Mountebank’s office was in the same section of the building, but I do not remember which floor or which side of the building. I only saw her there once and spent most of the time alone in a small room while she “consulted” with my mom.
Below is a shot of the Parkway Cafe, which is across the street from where I had the run-in with the dirty cop when the girls were scared away. The barbershop my dad came out of at that time was also on the other side of the street. This photo looks much the way Scarsdale looked back then.
Below is the article. It has some good shots of Scarsdale High School and some of the best homes in town.
I spent a recent morning in Scarsdale, which is only about 35 minutes by train from New York City and full of charming boutiques and multimillion-dollar estate-like homes.
With its quiet village atmosphere, top-rated schools, immaculate homes, and proximity to New York City, Scarsdale seems like the best of both worlds — if you can afford to live there.