Thomas Wictor

Have you ever wondered why the knee-jerk reaction of the press is to promote evil over good? Look at any war, and you’ll see that monstrous savages such as Saddam Hussein, the Iranian mullahs, the North Koreans, the Khmer Rouge, or Hezbollah are presented in the best possible light. They’re also made out to be much more formidable than they are. I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard the phrase “elite Republican Guard” in reference to the Iraqi dunces who excelled at slaughtering civilians but were no match for trained warriors.

As far back as I can remember, the press has told me that the enemies of freedom are unbeatable, and the forces of western democracies are crippled by hubris, overconfidence, racism, and bumbling incompetence. As a result, people spew the worst nonsense, believing every word of it.

“A bunch of Vietnamese farmers with rubber-tire sandals beat the best military on earth.”

No. The Viet Cong and North Vietnamese Army had jet fighters, tanks, surface-to-air missiles, a navy, submersible bridges, radar—it’s simply a lie that the US fought farmers who subsisted on rats and handfuls of rice.

The Vietnam War went on longer than the average American could stand. Too many Americans were killed. South Vietnam was a corrupt hellhole. And our politicians made promises that they couldn’t keep. On top of it all, the US was in a period of massive social turmoil.

We had political assassinations, domestic terrorism, race riots, and the biggest protests in our history. Older people felt that their orderly world was falling to pieces, while the younger ones gave in to magical thinking: If only everybody used drugs and had sex with the entire planet, all would be well.

What came out of this mess was the notion—nominally adopted by both genders—that masculinity is morally wrong. Women stridently insisted that they needed men like a fish needs a bicycle, while men curled into little balls and promised to never do anything aggressive.

The problem was that nobody actually wanted that. In 1999 I met a hippie with whom I fell deeply in love.

I’ll call her “Abby.” We met in San Francisco, at the house of “Lola,” someone I’d known in high school.

Lola was a hippie too. One night she brought home Ed, a biker. He looked like this.

Abby thought Ed was great! I told her that he was going to beat the hell of Lola.

“How could you make such an accusation?” she snapped. “You don’t know that!”

Yes, I did. Hippie women love “bad boys.” The problem is that bad boys are, well, bad. Hippie women pay lip service to wanting pale, formless grubs who will meekly obey their barked commands, but what Abby and Lola desired was a rebel, a guy who shot the finger at the world and made his own rules.

After Ed moved in with Lola, he began beating the hell out of her. She had to go to a battered-women’s shelter, and the San Francisco cops sent the SWAT in after Ed. They tear gassed him and fired beanbags into him until he surrendered.

When I told Abby, she pretended that I hadn’t predicted that precise outcome. Lola went on to move in with a Salvadoran gardener who beat the hell out of her, and then one day she called me and said we had to talk.

“I’ve been having dreams that I think explain what’s wrong with me,” she said. “I think what happened to me also happened to you.”

Just so you know, if you ever get a call like that, tread very lightly. Forget about yourself. Think only of the other person. They’re in mortal danger.

“Do you know anything about Project MKUltra?” Lola asked. “The government has been controlling my thoughts since I was a child.”

My stomach fell into my shoes. It’s pronounced “M. K. Ultra,” and more BS has been written about it than I can describe. From 1953 to 1973, the CIA and the Special Operations Division of the U.S. Army Chemical Corps conducted illegal experiments on unwitting subjects. The goal was to find effective methods of mind control. This is the best-known series of experiments.

In Operation Midnight Climax, the CIA set up several brothels in San Francisco, California to obtain a selection of men who would be too embarrassed to talk about the events. The men were dosed with LSD, the brothels were equipped with one-way mirrors, and the sessions were filmed for later viewing and study.

The victims of these experiments were prisoners, mental patients, prostitutes, and their clients. However, people have come to believe that the government went into millions of homes and experimented on children with Nazi doctor Josef Mengele’s “Monarch Mind Control,” which uses trauma to produce dissociation. The theory is that a person in a dissociative state can be easily controlled.

I suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder with secondary psychotic features (PTSD-SP). It manifests itself as anxiety, insomnia, and dissociation. My research into the murders of Ismail Bakr, Mohammed Bakr, Ahed Bakr, and Zakaria Bakr—the four boys said to have been killed on the beach in Gaza on July 16, 2014—finally allowed me to remember the formative trauma that produced my PTSD-SP.

A person very close to the family was a contract killer for the American mafia. He took me on jobs with him in lawless Venezuela.

Not only that, he made me participate. Since I was three years old when it began, I wasn’t able to resist. Now I remember everything. Although remembering has caused its own set of problems, I handle them with medication and with the knowledge that “Hank” got everything he deserved. And more.

But poor Lola refused to see a psychiatrist. Like so many people, she opposed psychotropic medication. She became too attached to her illnesses. And she never overcame her attraction to abusive men.

The government didn’t torture her as part of demonic experiments. Those behind Project MKUltra rationalized their crimes by choosing “disposable” people. Everyday citizens were left alone. The reality of Project MKUltra is bad enough. We don’t have to embellish it.

Lola actually doesn’t know what it’s like to be victimized by monsters in human form. Neither does Max Blumenthal or the myriad of journalists who portray Hamas as the noble “resistance.” I know exactly what Ismail Bakr, Mohammed Bakr, Ahed Bakr, and Zakaria Bakr went through, because Hank did something similar to a Venezuelan girl. Right in front of me.

“She’s only five!” I remember saying to him.

“She’s not five; she’s twenty-five,” he repeated over and over in his thundering voice until I didn’t know what I thought. “We’re having a party. She’s here for the party. It’s just a party.”

I have no sympathy for those who flirt with bad boys and end up dead. The press in Gaza covered up for the monsters. They knew what they were doing.

Somebody help me, Heidi Levine is thinking. Get him away from me!

Look at his face. He’s a remorseless killer. Tyler Hicks had to scream for his driver Hamood Abu Kwaik to save him.

See that muscular creature under the red arrow?

I knew him. He’s not part of a movie or a conspiracy theory. Men like that devote their entire lives to making others suffer. It’s what feeds them.

The Gaza press corps romanticized the exotic rebels who butchered four little boys. But those of us who’ve lived through such atrocities know that there’s nothing romantic about murder. Hamas is a criminal organization that simply wants power. That’s all. The men of Hamas wants to preserve the status quo, so they can go on stuffing their pockets and inflicting pain.

Unfortunately for them, their days are numbered. Say what you want about the Saudi Arabians and Emiratis, they carried out a surprise, colossal amphibious landing in Yemen. It was MUCH bigger than originally thought. Hundreds of armored vehicles were involved.

The armored assault and the thousands of Arab special operators broke out of Aden and are smashing the Houthis at lightning speed. Iran was caught with its pants down.

I figured out how they pulled off this stunning operation in total secrecy. The answer is in that video, staring you right in the face. Guess what? The US military couldn’t have done it. Saudi Arabia and the UAE are now global powers.

What makes me very happy is anticipating how upset the international press corps and hippie women will be when the Iranian mullahs, Hezbollah, and Hamas get what’s coming to them. I’ll laugh for days on end.