2019 brings a shift in focus.

As I have mentioned before, what is popular on this site and what happens to be my focus are two different things. If I talk about journalism — which is critical — then I don’t get that much traffic.

If I talk about strategy — which is also critical, but not what I am known for — then I get more traffic and more people coming here and staying.

To those of you, thank you.

We can see the in-fighting in journalism. The Wall Street Journal bringing the Washington Post to task for their propaganda.

And it is propaganda. There was a war against journalism, but journalism is no better with their war against democracy. Media stocks are not seeing a lift from their little raging wars, but a tumble, yet it isn’t stopping them in the slightest.

So what does that mean for this website?

Chaser is going to re-invent information dissemination.


A Dangerous Woman is going to continue to do storytelling differently.


But those aren’t the kinds of content I can produce every single day.

I’m bootstrapping, remember?

I am an army of one woman. No staff. No fabulously wealthy benefactors I have to appease.

So as I shift away from the old journalism, I am going to focus on strategy.


And how propaganda and manipulation are misdirecting collective thought away from critical thinking and free will with hate, fear-mongering, and ruses.

I will mention how certain articles are trying to rig thinking.

But also how to expand your options and outcomes with considering options that are hidden and suppressed.

I will be running down various war strategies, and recommend books and articles.

You know mine, but as I have ten Ikea shelves worth of books — and counting — filled with all sorts of reading, this will be your go-to place for it. It will be your reality check when you are tempted to let others do your thinking for you.

With anarchy coming because the Establishment failed to manipulate enough people to vote the way they wanted in 2016, the big guns are all over the place, this is the place that gives you sensibility in an impossibly ill-behaved world.

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I already know who is reading me. I might as well give them something to talk about…

When you have those cock-sucking motherfuckers thinking they can bomb people into submission, they should realize not everyone rolls that way.

So, for all the gaslighting, puritanical shaming, and the like, let’s not fall for that bullshit in 2019.

Let those lazy Establishment fuckers earn their keep for once.


The Chaser Solution: Epilogue: おもいやり, baby!


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Omoiyari. What a quaint notion. The idea of altruism. It is a not a notion taught in j-schools, but it is one I abide by because if you are in the business to teach and/or inform, that has to be your guiding motive.

Because knowledge is one of those things you give without losing it yourself.

So long as you understand that it is something without strings attached.

Too bad journalists never learned that lesson.

The Toronto Star never did, judging by this article with the link stating this:

Donald Trump has made at least 3,924 false claims so far in his presidency. The Star's Daniel Dale counted

How many lies did the Canadian PM make? How many did the Star?

How many secrets did the federal regime keep from the public? How many did the Star?

They both had a mutual secret that got exposed recently.

And it is a very treacherous one that is, in fact, scandalous.

But both the Star and the federal Grits are in serious trouble. That magic weed isn’t doing its trick, and the gullible rubes at the Globe and Mail think they know something, but they are morons.

Journalists failure to understand おもいやり has cost them their clout.

A profession thrives and progresses so long as it has innocence and idealism, from education to medicine to journalism.

When you allow psychopaths to infiltrate a noble profession and use sophistry and logical fallacies to cover up their wickedness, the profession becomes corrupt, rotten, and eventually FUBAR.


Canadian journalism is the best example of that rot that turned them into propaganda tools. The CBC doesn’t get it. They are speculating about Trump’s government shut down and how it could backfire. They do not understand military strategy, and hence, don’t see the big picture.

When I wrote OutFoxed: Rupert Murdoch’s war on journalism, I studied The O’Reilly Factor very carefully. I drew maps all over the place. I read every single transcript of the program from the first to the very last one before I could no longer update my book. I broke down his methods and strategies and treated them like military operation plans.


For good measure, I used my Britain’s toy soldiers to recreate five of his most effective gambits, with each soldier representing his arguments.

There was no wonder why he held full control for almost every debate save for one, which I wrote about at length that pretty much came off like this:

But Trump has a natural instinct that surpasses O’Reilly. You cannot interview a couple of “experts” and think you have figured him out.

Because journalists are so isolated from the world, that they have no idea who they are covering. They live in a psychic bubble and have less and less connect with the public.


No おもいやり.

おもいやり requires you to give, not to take.

It requires you to have respect for the past, nurture the present, and be a guardian for the future.

That’s not journalism.

Not anymore.

おもいやり guides me. I feel おもいやり and am grateful that I do.

I see things from the heart. I have emotions that give me as much information as my mind. It gives me the courage to face reality in order to find the truth.

Journalism could have been reinvented and stronger than ever. Instead of seeing problems as puzzles to solve, they decided they were going to brainwash 7.4 billion people and trick them into giving up their free will and liberties. Enough already.

Deal with your own rot first. Write exposés about the wickedness of your own profession. Once you see how far you have sunk, then you’ll understand how you got there and why people walked away from you.

Instead of scaring people, you should be making them brave.

That’s おもいやり.

That’s what is at heart of everything I do in my life, including a little resurrected site called…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Twelve: Months in a year, hours on a clock, it all comes up to a dozen. We mark time, but never make the most of it.


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Petty shits.

Who was worse this week?

The New York Times for publishing family gossip that was unsubstantiated, or NBC for not correcting the record when they knew they were wrong?

Even the Washington Post is cautioning them to be careful of not spreading fake news.

Should anyone care about the Times’ story? I don’t recall too many modern presidents being soldiers or enlisting. They still got voted in. Canadian universities still have those Left-wing American draft dodgers as professors, and no one is getting upset about that.

The same people who were marching in anti-war protests are bitching about someone who didn’t fight a war? You assholes didn’t, either; so just shut the fuck up.

The middle class don’t care about much.

Not even if the news has no connect to reality.

Take CBC here in Canada. They puke bullshit how the Canadian economy was “resilient” in 2018, but for whom? We had a lot of stores closing. We had factories closing.

We have a homeless crisis, and in traditionally middle class safe havens such as the Golden Horseshoe. Real estate is rapidly cooling off, and household debt is at very bad levels. We have an opioid crisis, and that’s not a sign of prosperity.

Yet like a dubbed foreign film, the voice over doesn’t ever match up with the moving lips.


So what’s going on?

On the one hand, it is a confirmation bias: choose a self-serving narrative, and look for evidence that supports your narrative as you ignore evidence that refutes it. In the US, the press is anti-Trump all the time. It is pure insanity because they had power to be kingmakers until the day they weren’t. They are mad at him for showing them the reality of their situation.

They should have been grateful.

They should have seen what happened and how to re-invent their profession. Instead, they veered into rank propaganda and haven’t stopped as their fortunes go further down.

They hate Trump. They also hate Facebook for the same reason. They hate “populism” — again, for the same reason. They got mad at poor people for expressing themselves, using social media to do it, and voting for the only candidate that spoke to them during the election.

Once upon a time, journalists wouldn’t be hating those people: they would be writing about them and speaking to them, but then they got full of themselves and got lost in narcissistic fantasy.

You used to inform these same people. You used to publish their letters to the editor. You used to get outraged when they got hurt in life, and the Establishment tried to screw them over.

What happened to those people? Where did you go wrong?

In Canada, the press betrayed the people, but in a different way: they lied to them, but are lulling them into thinking things are better than they actually are. They mimic Soviet-style propaganda where the news told citizens how great the economy was, and it was in the toilet. People laughed at the news because it was bullshit and they knew it.

They believed it for a while, until they imploded. Regions broke away, and the fragmentation spelled the end of that system of governance.

It happened to the Soviet Union. It happened to Yugoslavia.

Would it happen to Canada? It depends how badly things go. Quebec, British Columbia, and Alberta would leave. Toronto would, too. The US would greatly benefit because they could gain access to natural resources easily and quietly. It is not as if Canada would be a match for the US, but why do it loudly, when you can do the same thing silently without fuss?

But Canada was always an impossible country: it is too big with too few people spread out too far apart.

What holds them together? Fairy tales.

The kicker is that if this country could face reality, it would leave other countries in the dust.


The US is in the same position. There is nothing wrong with their president. He is no worse than his predecessor. You cannot fault Donald Trump for seeing reality that you can win a presidency by stumping and going directly to the people in person — and by using Twitter. Kudos to him.

He exposed that the media has no teeth. They have been gumming at him for so long that you’d think they’d get tired of their own temper tantrum.

The press should have just stood back and saw their own arrogant and oblivious childishness.

I remember talking to one US reporter about Trump before November 2016. He thought Clinton would win it. I said no way. He was absolutely certain, citing polls. I said look at the polls for Brexit, and even for Toronto’s mayoralty race where Rob Ford handily won. He said it was an apples to oranges comparison. I said it was apples to apples.

Trump won.

I could see what Trump saw: a dead media. The model was no longer aligned with reality. If the strongest of the media — the US — couldn’t do it, then neither could anyone else. People can get offended all they want, but no other country had the journalistic muscle saved for the UK. They are having the same problems, and there is no relief in sight.

And what you have is a hamster wheel that marks nothing.

What you don’t have is news anymore. North, East, West, South.

No one minding the times. No one minding the place.

For example, child exploitation is a serious problem in Canada. So is human trafficking. We have a serious problem with First Nations women vanishing and being murdered. Lots of child pornography and prostitution going on here.

And the laws here are a joke.

With a press that aids and abets these people.

And in the US, the hate on Trump is so out of control that the US will pay for it for decades to come because no one is paying attention at the things that are actually important.

How many people can live well? How many people die needlessly?

What are the dangers?

That’s news.

It is not a fairytale. It is not campfire story.

It is a clock. It is a compass.

You know where you are right now and where things are going?

When you know, you are F.R.E.E.D.

What should you be going after?

That’s Chaser.

The strength isn’t in the One.

It is in the Infinite.


And, darlings, that is your message to ponder very carefully, courtesy of…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Eight: A Palimpsest? That was an ancient form of a Hot 110. Mene mene tekel upharsin, baby. You better understand the writing on the wall.










The biblical Daniel was a man about town. He survived a night in a lion’s den. He could read the writing on the wall.

In other words, he was a survivor.

I have a fascination with graffiti. If you want to know what is in store for the future, read the fucking graffiti.

People have wondered how I manage to predict certain things, but I am aware of my surroundings.

And of the writing on the walls.


When I worked as a journalist, for years, I had pitched to various magazines about the topic of how graffiti was a harbinger for future political moods. It isn’t just scribbles on a wall: these are the warnings of the mood that is about to infect a mainstream. Look for the poorest in a region, and the nature of the shift in their hardships will inevitably strike the middle class before hitting the wealthy.

The poor know exactly what has hit them and why it is bad. To survive, they have to be aware of their surroundings. The middle class are oblivious until it hits them and the rich aren’t bailing them out — that they’ll notice.

Start with your poorest, and you will know what the richest will do to stave off the problem.

But the wealthy do not want to make the middle class too jittery, and they will write over the walls, so to speak, in a bid to suppress what the poorest have to say.

In graffiti talk, that was known as a Hot 110. Writing over someone else’s graffiti is a sign of disrespect. And the wealthy will be disrespectful to the lower classes: suppressing the calls from the poor in order to lull the middle class to prevent them from seeing what is really going on.

The Internet made problems because it is much harder to keep those things hidden, but it is still easy to ignore things that you do not want to face.

Yet it is all there. The Internet is a palimpsest in that we write over things written from before.

But it is also a Hot 110. People wanting to write over those walls in order to keep certain things hidden.

Except they can’t be hidden. You can still see them.

It is a question of drawing attention to them.

Or creating a different kind of graffiti.

Chaser is going to take the spirit of graffiti and do something else with it. I won’t be vandalizing the walls, but I am going to make the most of walls of all sorts to do something different.

And that is your message from…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Seven: No confirmation biases. That's a misdirection.


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Woody Allen? Never been a fan of that over-rated and self-absorbed asshole. He got a free pass. The end.

But here is Allen, a Leftist Hollywood player. All the limousine liberals drooled over him for decades.

Then came #MeToo, and then, it wasn’t as cool to like him.

But it hasn’t stopped people on the Left from trying to deflect this fact, comparing him to a Rightist politician from the South…

Yeah, but he isn’t. He’s one of your Golden Boys. Nice try.


You can see what happens when certain people lose their protection. Fox News’ Bill O’Reilly got turfed off the network after his guardian Roger Ailes was sacked.

Now, that CBS’s Les Moonves got kicked to the curb, his charge Michael Weatherly is getting horrific press as things come out.

When someone has great press and superfabulous power, you don’t get people wondering why and how that happened. We have hoaxes that get free media attention, and we assume they vetted the story when they didn’t.

And media darlings don’t get vetted. They get feted.

Until their saviour is gone, and then people who were previously placed in a choke collar are free to say what is really going on.

The confirmation bias is more than a logic fallacy: it is a form of deception and misdirection. We look for things that confirm a theory, and not the things that refute it.

That’s not what Chaser is about.

It is about looking at different sides and pointing out their similarities, not just their differences. It is about showing how and why things are happening, not just looking at press releases.

It will show how different groups use a contrasting content to mask that they are using the same structures. It will not cheerlead ideologies, but question them. Like food labels, Chaser is going to show the ingredients — and then leave it to you to decide how much junk you are willing to swallow…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Nine: Let 7.4 billion people focus on Trump. I have a life.






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The unworldly motherfuckers over at the Guardian make me laugh:

The US is on the edge of the economic precipice – Trump may push it over

Oh, you crazy kids. That’s the whole point.

He plays Go. How many times do I have to tell you dumbass knuckle-draggers? The point of Go is to surround your enemy and drown him in your swirl of stones.

If you are stuck in quicksand, you don’t fight. The more you struggle, the faster you sink.

The Left are spoiled brats who are not used to doing their own thinking. Mom and dad did it all for them. They threw fits, and there is a penalty for it.

7.4 billion people and the majority don’t get it.

I knew he was going to win, and I prepared. I didn’t get upset. I got to work.

Because it really doesn’t matter who is elected in office. The rich stay rich and the poor stay poor.

Yet the press doesn’t report on that. People would get distressed if they came to grips with the fact that they will die on a hamster wheel.

I had to make a decision when I decided to resurrect Chaser: who is my audience, and what do I actually cover?

With 7.4 billion people on the planet pretty much fixated on one man.

Imagine that. That is one hell of a lockstep.

One person I will always be covering is Alexandra Kitty.

You will get to know me. There is a person here, and it is important to know who you are dealing with. Society has lost its ability to connect, and in order to foster connection, I am the conduit for this site, just as I am a conduit for A Dangerous Woman Studio.

I do hear snarky remarks about my choice of subject. I have had people say, “You always talk about yourself,” to which I answer, “And you always talk about Trump, and I am much more interesting.”

People focus on his typos more than they do on anything or anyone else. What the fuck is wrong with people?

Fuck you.

But people do not like when a woman talks about herself without trying to appease some guy, put herself down, or is eccentric.

A woman can have hundred of DC action figures all over her house like a museum, thousands of comic books, and an entire room of Lego with working trains and cars that are made into a city, no one notices.

A man plays with dolls to cope with life, and they make a documentary and movie about him.

I can’t even say not every man gets attention because the Atlantic gave a platform to a former journalist who now delivers for Amazon. Even a down-on-his-luck guy gets more attention than a woman who had the world collapse around her.

A man created the Intercept, and even woman who think they are feminists wonder why there is no feminist Intercept when there was long before the Intercept.

I can tell you about the Blue Beetle or about the jewelry of Josef Hoffmann. You want to know about various Japanese playing cards? I am your woman. I can tell you about female magicians, rabbits, metalworking, and Clarice Cliff, among other things.

It is not as if I think I am the only person who does her own thing, but how many woman do their own thing and no one gives them any notice?

So when I decided to launch Chaser, I made a few big decisions: the focus will not be on what the locksteppers are obsessed with. Fuck that shit.

It will always be on information and stories that are important to know.

It will be the place where you find out about mindsets and rigs.

It will be the tools you need to navigate through information so you do not fall for propaganda of any sort.

And it will be from someone who has a life!


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Six: I have lived through a cascading catastrophe. I don't waste good. I also never waste bad.


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Until 2018, that first picture was the moment that became the worst day of my life.

What you see is the aftermath of two paramedics who dropped my grandmother carrying her out of her bedroom. The figure in the white shirt is my mother.

I took that picture.

I was in my office in the next room right after I checked to see if the path was cleared and went into the office to get out of the way. They fucked up all the same.

I wasn’t expecting it. She had to be taken by paramedics before, and grandma knew the drill. This time, she just had to go back to the hospital because a home care nurse thought the PICC was dislodged. She was to go, have a doctor check it out, make an adjustment if the nurse was right, and come back home. It was routine and she was nonchalant about it because she was stoic by nature. She had just come from the hospital the day before after recovering from having her leg amputated, and after a few weeks, she was in goods spirits and she was discharged, already talking about getting a prothetic leg. She wasn’t home for a full 24 hours. Notice the red hospital sock she had on her remaining foot.

It didn’t turn out to be routine. The paramedics dropped her. I heard the crash, then my mother screaming, “You killed my mother!”

At this jolt, my journalist’s instinct took over, I grabbed my iPhone, and snapped that picture because I thought they killed her and this was going to be a criminal matter. I was thinking in terms of evidence for police.

Then my grandmother said they broke her arm. She was still alive from that big drop.

I remember them placing her in a cloth stretcher. Usually, paramedics placed her on one of those transport chairs and wheeled her out. They placed her on the stretcher without incident, and then she sunk in and the polls were above her.

The next moment came the crash, and then my mother screaming. She developed PTSD as a result of seeing it. There was blood on the floor and the wall as well as my grandmother’s teeth. It was a traumatic and gruesome sight.

We had company downstairs. They heard everything.

I had to stay home. Mom went to the hospital. The paramedics were there when she told the doctors in emergency what happened.

The second photograph I also took. That came from the Trauma Unit and the doctor accidentally dropped that paper. I took a picture of it.

I have about six banker’s boxes from that now-settled case. I have countless pictures of my grandmother’s open stump because the doctors no longer had skin to work with, and the VACC wasn’t helping. It looked like a pork chop, but somehow, it healed and closed, but it took months.

The paramedics never mentioned anything about what transpired when they messed up in the initial report, as if nothing happened. For any doctor who got their report, there would be no mention of the new injuries. It was more than just an arm broken in two places. It was also broken teeth, a brain bleed, bruising all over her body that turned black, her stump popped open which became a nightmare in itself, and she became completely immobile, as in becoming a quadriplegic.

They are not the only Ontario paramedics who didn’t do things right. There have been lawsuits over the years. You go to the courthouse and then spend forever on an ancient and slow computer looking through files and then working from there. For every chirpy press release, or woe-is-us uncritical article, there is more to the story than meets the eye.


My grandmother’s tragedy all happened during the long weekend. My life would change completely. I didn’t just have a bedridden grandmother who didn’t want to die to look after 24/7, I also had a mother who had PTSD 24/7, too. She was so focussed on my grandmother that she wasn’t looking after herself, and I wasn’t looking after me because I had two people to worry about. Mom won an award from CCAC for looking after grandma, not once, but twice.

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But as I said, chirpy press releases about awards don’t tell you the whole story. It was a horrific ordeal. Everything was on my shoulders to ensure we were still functional. I had no one to share the burden or understand. Charmed, whimsical, and assured Alexandra Kitty, Mycroftian-smart and Batman-prepared to the hilt, was thrown into a lion’s den.

People began to annoy me with their “advice”, which was no advice. Easy, obvious answers that neither work nor confront the actual problem was off-putting. It was like getting diagnosed with cancer and someone tell you to take an aspirin for it.

Or they’d tell me everything was going to be fine, get over it, granny is old so she should just shove off and die, anyway; so why don’t we talk about me even less, and their trip to the shoe store more. Usually what happens is that people drop those who are going through a bad time — the “Just-World Hypothesis”, if you will.

In my case, I was the one who dropped people. Fuck that shit. I had people ask me why because they didn’t understand why I was no longer answering calls, texts, or emails. I never replied back. If you had to ask, you just didn’t get it, and you never will. Go have a ball at the shoe store, and live up to that shallow and consumerist Middle Class script. I would rather spend whatever last few moments I had with one half of my entire family than listen about high heels from an empty-head.

Those who understood weren’t of that ilk. I have been repeatedly accused of being too stoic, but I don’t see the point of falling apart. It is messier, a total life sink, and wastes time and resources better spent on fixing the problem than becoming the bigger one yourself. People come to me when things fall apart and are surprised how cool and productive I am in chaos — I am, but I got that way because I have thrown in enough anarchy to adjust, see the secret patterns, and then form a plan.

That is the reason why I got through it. Mom did, too. My grandmother, sadly, did not.

Yet I learned a lot. I went into the eye of the storm, and I discovered the machinations and playbooks of an Establishment. Even though I was distracted and torn from every side, I can now tell you the war strategies of certain institutions.

And when you are not tethered, distracted, or bogged down, you can study things, and figure other things out. Out of all of this wretched bad, I got a road map, and an invaluable one at that. While I prefer pre-hoc Method Research, I ended up with a post-hoc form of Method Research, and now have something to compare as well as add something new to my already singular repertoire.

Chaser is going to be more than just a news vehicle. It is going to be something more useful.

And enigmatic.

Because someone has to level that rigged playing field…and it might as well be me.

I survived worse, and came back swinging. I don’t waste good, but I also don’t waste bad.

So, there will be no fear-mongering, but plenty of brave-mongering.

And that is your message from…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Two: This is a Picture Book, not it doesn't belong to the devil, but the Alchemist.















That newsletter is significant for many reasons.

I tracked it down when I was a university student. 60 Minutes tried, and couldn’t, but I managed to get it after speaking with the editor Joseph de Courcy, and I bet most of you have no idea about him or his family’s amazing history. I had the honour of talking to him, and in all that rotten business during the Civil War in Yugoslavia, that conversation was a welcome high point that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

I still have that newsletter. I learned there were publications — small quiet ones, with a tiny, but critical audience, that brokered in real information. As in, stuff spies, diplomats, and other powerful and intrepid people read.

That was one of the countless sources that I used in my last book. A source used by the likes of the CIA and MI6.

And I could track it down before veteran reporters. It wasn’t a lucky break or a case of beginner’s luck.

When this venture relaunches, I am saying right now for the record, this is not going to be fake news or propaganda for sheeple.

It will be simple and elegant and balance opposites: it will have the latent flourishes of Art Nouveau, but with a Minimalist sensibility.

This isn’t going to be telling you about good news or happy news.

It will give you facts. Turn those cards around to navigate through the world. Take something bad and, like the alchemist, turn it into something golden.

Chaser will be a picture book of sorts, but not the Devil’s Picture Book. You will get your reading of the cards, but divination here is not divine. It is reality. It is truth.

It is…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Eleven: The script doesn't play in the real world.








I talk a lot about war propaganda here. I also mention a lot about the board game Go.

I also talk about something called emotional literacy.

And all three of these threads are overlooked, particularly by those people who are conniving, but think they are smart.

Lying is an interesting dynamic. You have to feel like a complete inferior failure when you lie because you know the truth: that you either not as as great as other people, or you have no other advantage.

But to lie means you also have a conflicting superiority complex in that you think you are the smartest one in the room because you think no one will see through the lie.

If, as Sun Tzu noted, war is deception, then it stands to reason that war is a form of this kind of incompatible thinking. We know psychopaths lie to get their way, and they have no feelings towards others.

War is a collective psychopath.

We know one more thing: the more emotionally healthy and literate a person is, the more spontaneous, confident, secure, and unpredictable they are. The more unemotionally unhealthy a person is, they more scripted, rote, insecure, and predictable they are because they cling on to scripts to guide them.

In order for a psychopath to “win”, they have to rig boards and create rules for others to blindly follow. They have to make their lies look like reality. They have to gaslight people. They have to bully and shame them into following the script.

They have to ensure that people are selfish and self-obsessed so they are too busy trying to cover up their own defects that they don’t see how badly they are being manipulated.

They also have to create false narratives, find an enemy who stands out, and then get people to be equally focussed on the misdirection so they don’t see how they are being exploited by the real villain.

But there is a problem: the script doesn’t play in the real world.

Sooner or later, someone comes in, laughs at the script, and then ruins your production.

This is the reason the Left despise Donald Trump. They spent decades cultivating a foolproof script, shame anyone who opposed as being stupid, evil, crazy, primitive, and immoral, and rigging the board as they became the Establishment.

They pushed for “globalization” which was meant to ensure the entire world dutifully followed their script, and were spinning bullshit stories about fabled family “dynasties” instead of just admitting they were all for nepotism and keeping the spoils all for themselves.

And then Trump spoiled their script.

He is making strategic things that are fucking up the system. The moment the Democrats got control of the House, the rules all broke. The Democrats thought the strong economy was going to work for them and give the monies to try to fix the narrative, and now they know they are in a depression game board.

That means they are now in serious trouble. They cannot bribe voters because those voters are scared shitless trying to keep things together. All their rich friends are now in meltdown mode, meaning the billions they were banking on are now gone.

And all the game plans are worthless. It is truly remarkable.

Trump has no problem shutting down the government. For a long time. Over Christmas. Everything is going against the script.

Things that the Left have spent decades trying to tell the little people that Are Just Wrong. They drew a line in the sand, and bank on people not crossing the line.

I am not unfamiliar with being silly. When I was a kid, when I did something naughty, my mom would decree that I was punished.

There was no punishment. It was a loss of face, and a horrible mark on my honour. It worked like a charm until my uncle heard an instance, and then asked “What’s the punishment” before the little light went off in my head. Mom lost an effective racket, but I learned a lesson.

And I kept on learning from it.

Journalists have not learned a thing.


Canada hasn’t learned anything, either. There is a silly piece in the Globe and Mail that shows how clueless it is:

The Chinese government needs friends – people who are a lot like the Canadians it has detained

No, they don’t. From the food we eat to the clothes we wear to everything else in Canada, the World’s Factory produced it. If China refused to sell us anything, we’d be seriously fucked.

China doesn’t need Canada. We are not even a pimple on its backside. We could be wiped off the map tomorrow, China wouldn’t even feel it.

China has citizens with solid gold toilets, while our citizens cannot afford a dinky 10K gold chain. Cash for gold didn’t take off here if people were doing well..

The scary thing about all of these troubles is that Canada’s global scandals are exposing just how weak and inconsequential we are — and no one seems to notice because they are following scripts that do not play in the real world.

So let’s be frank with the Canadian public. China is the stronger power. They don’t need us, but we are completely dependent on them for our survival. You have people here whining about not getting free government money through Basic Income anymore: do you think they are going to go to a trade school, get educated, and then go work full-time in a factory to pick up the slack?

They found some script about how they are special and are hence entitled, and are now following it and believing it.

So, what has Canada done in 2018? Arrogantly alienated the US, Saudi Arabia, and China. We cannot take any moral high ground or have any virtuous airs by now throwing the sins of these nations in their faces because we put up with it when it suited our own lazy asses.

We decided to throw some non-existent weight around and talked down to all three of them, pretending to be superior. This was a bad mistake.

Because the script doesn’t play in the real world.

But only emotionally illiterate scrip- followers buy propaganda and get surrounded and sunk in a game of Go.

Like journalists did. And the federal government in Canada.


I don’t buy scripts. They are misdirections, not guides. And 2019 is going to show just how those scripts do not play in the real world. It will be a horrific year for those people. It will disillusioning that scripts aren’t good when you are in the chaos of anarchy and bad things come at you from all possible sides.

For people who do not follow scripts, 2019 will be a wonderful year. It is going to be one of those years where things take a strange shift. A few years ago, age was the factor: suddenly people over 40 were the hip and coveted ones, while the young generation were duds who played it safe. You can thank social media for turning over the old rules.

2019 will be a watershed year for a different reason. The architects of the old script are going to be in for a rough ride, and once the spell is broken, their flocks will turn on them. The scripts will be fodder for bonfires, and with that light, other things will be illuminated.

The stones on the Go board are turning into dominos.

And Chaser will be ready.

I don’t do scripts. I don’t panic. I don’t scare. I have proven my mettle in 2018. 2019 is going to be a fun year for me.

Get ready.

And that is your message from…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Zero: I am many things, but numb isn't one of them. Yet I see that numbness all around me.


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I took that picture when the body of slain soldier Cpl. Nathan Cirillo was being driven past my house on Main Street East in Hamilton. I had guests at the time and everyone was watching the feed on Twitter, following the progress so they could come out and pay their respects.

That was 2014.

It was a terrorist attack on Canadian soil that killed him, and worse, his gun was ornamental, meaning there wasn’t any bullets in it.

That’s sanctioned insanity.

Everything has a façade. Most people don’t scratch the surface. They take a half-assed look, think everything is sturdy, and tune out.

Until someone calls the bluff.

But it is funny how we get immune to homogenization. I remember this lawsuit. Madonna and her producer eventually won it, but it is interesting that music has become less diverse, even though there are more categories of genres we come up with…that sound more alike than different.

You may also not realize how little choice we actually have. When there was that giant pet food recall scandal years ago, it was telling how many seemingly rival companies and brands all had to be chucked because they came from the same tainted vat, which, if we have diversity, should not have happened. The cheap brands and the pricey brands were all affected.

It is the same with clothing and jewelry lines: companies own a bunch of different brands, but the kicker is they contract out to the same small cluster of factories. Don’t look on the label: look at the numbers on the back — those identify the factory it was made, and if you are sharp, you can compare numbers to find out out the the same brand uses different factories, and that rival brands use the same factory to make their garbage.

I know it, but people around me have no clue as they crow about overpaying for things made in the same factories as the products they put down.


When I looked after my grandmother during her final two years, I spent a lot of time in the emergency room. Bad things happen when you are helpless, and your innards start to atrophy. You must constantly move or your body starts to shut down. When the paramedics dropped her, they turned her body into a prison.

I sat a lot in emergency rooms, and there were a whole collection of different kinds of people in there. Doped up teens was a big segment. They would take drugs, flip out, and then go to the hospital.

I remember one girl who had no idea what was swimming in her head. She yelled at the nurses repeatedly, asking, Can’t you see that my face is numb?

She had no clue that no, nurses can’t see your numb face. Whatever shit she was on wore off, she got perky, and left.

But her stupid comments stayed behind for me to muse about them, and take up the challenge.

Can you see numbness?

Yes, you can see emotional numbness. You can even see intellectual numbness. It’s just the physical kind that, ironically, hides itself from shallow visual examination.

Numbness in a society kills off many things, such as skepticism and more importantly, curiosity. The more numb you are, the harder it is to learn.

So how do you deal with numbness when you are relaunching a news vehicle?

How do you get the senses of others to turn on?

Once upon a time, that was a problem for me. Now, there is a solution.

It is a counterintuitive world where up is down and down is up. Outside is inside and inside is outside.

To provoke in a numb world means to remember that you cannot see physical numbness, but the intangible numbness is easily seen.

Chaser will provoke. It will be a shock. Not for the first three arcs, and not for the fourth.

But starting with the fifth arc, everything changes.

How so?

The first two arcs will take a story, and break it down for you. They will be annotated and curated. The content of the article will be secondary to the commentary.

The One Shot will be a historical one, but with a twist: I will use modern sensibilities on an old crime case to show a different angle. This is arc three.

Arc four brings back one of the my original Chaser stories. It will be updated, but I am going to reinvent the story by using the F.R.E.E.D. method.

By fall, comes the fifth arc. This is going to be all F.R.E.E.D. and Matriarchal. It will provoke, but not in a traditional sense. This will be different and completely different than anything journalism has ever done before.

It will be by bootstrapping. I am not going to sink money in this story. By the fall, you will get to know me. Each arc is a new level. I am not going to overwhelm you or try to impress you. This will be done by simple methods because this will be the core.

Then I will pullback, and then by January 2020, I will introduce the sixth arc that will be more complicated, refining and modifying things.

And that is your message from…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Five: There is nothing wrong with being okay with yourself. Doing things on your on time and order in your own way is just fine.




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I need to get back in shape.

I remember when I used to be thin. I boxed regularly. I was buff.


When Hamilton magazine took that photo of me for their profile, baby, I had muscles.

A couple of years ago, I was a passenger in a car that was stopped at a red light for quite a long time, and then the car I was in got totalled from behind by a hit and run driver. I managed to snap a picture of the getaway, but at least one other person got it on camera as well.


There was damage to me. I had pain that lasted for months, and when I went to a clinic and the doctor ordered an x-ray, he didn’t know I was in a car accident because I didn’t say anything, but he knew from the x-rays.

I was just sitting in the car at a red light musing about having salmon sausages for dinner and then that car hit into my car. Full speed without hitting the brakes. The police found the driver, but the games being played are a waste, and it doesn’t do a thing for the fact that the impact left me with problems.

There was absolutely nothing that I could have done to alter the outcome.


I remember what the police officer said after he gave me his card, “Remember that you are victims of a crime.”

We were. I cannot change that fact that I was a victim of a hit and run. That picture was taken with my iPad because the impact of the crash broke my iPhone. My legs were all black from the impact.

It was not something I needed nor wanted. I had to get home to look after my bedridden grandmother. That was the reality of my life at the time. I just had more pain and stress for the troubles.

And I had a full plate already. I didn’t get to think about Alexandra Kitty. That was not a luxury I could afford.

I can think about her now. I can think about her love for animals, her silly sense of humour that didn’t sour, and how much she loves learning and arts, and has a peculiar knowledge of the history of playing cards.

I also remember she wrote her first book on how journalism had too much rot in it.


When I decided to relaunch Chaser, I had to think about me. A lot.

I had let too much get away from me, and I have this gap of what happened to me because I could not focus on me for a long time until 2018 tried to get take advantage of that hole in my knowledge.

Boy, did I remember who I was and fast.

I am a fighter.

I am also an out-and-out eccentric.

That eccentricity saved my life because not even nature could predict or control me. I could fight back in a novel way that not even my misfortune could decipher.

But I am eccentric.

I mean, who else can be a serious intellectual — say it on a website — and post seemingly random images (spoiler alert: they are not random) of all sorts of peculiar things, and not give one flying fuck (and write profanity like nobody’s business) what people have to say?

I have always been eccentric. We can start with my imaginary friend Danny when I was a toddler. We can also discuss my countless forays as a girl scientist who made stuff explode. I was reading comics and boxing before it was a thing for women. My movie tastes are obscure. I don’t watch television, but I will binge watch a series. My fiction writing is epic and complex. I played the left-hander’s tuba and am learning the theremin.

I will wear mismatched sandals, too. Same style, different colours, and then match my toenails. I shop for furniture at the Re-Store because I don’t like the shoddy workmanship of modern furniture. If they had wood bookshelves, I wouldn’t have to get them at Ikea.

I don’t look eccentric. I am not a loon or some flighty ditz. I just believe in being myself.

Over the years, I have had people try to shame, bully, or control me into being someone else. I find people are very intimidated by a woman who is eccentric. I don’t know why. I like eccentric people.

Because they are the ones who are being authentic.

And I don’t understand why people want to get rid of the very things that would make them lovable.

People who know me know me. I just found my Guy Gardner action figure and had a good chuckle: I ordered it from a comic book store about a decade ago. I frequented that shop since I was a teenager, and bought so much shit in that store that the owner (who sadly passed away a few years ago) commissioned a Catwoman drawing as a Christmas gift for me as well as have one Catwoman graphic novel autographed by the artist who drew it, and I also just came across both today.

I couldn’t get to the store to pick up the Guy Gardner figure; so my mother — who doesn’t know her superhero comics, volunteered to pick it up.

Great, I thought, until she came back with a very odd facial expression. I got my figure, but there was an incident at the store. Guy Gardner is a Green Lantern, but she knew he was a Green something, and she guessed Green Goblin.

And the faux pas did not go down well with the owner or the other customers who chastised her and yelled, “It’s Green Lantern! Alexandra would never get a Green Goblin action figure!”

That’s true, totally. They seemed quite angry at her for not knowing, and while she didn’t like being told, I found it funny. This was the Big Bang Theory a little before the actual Big Bang Theory.

I am not predictable, but I am distinctive. People who know me will tell you my favourite band is The Hives, for instance, or that my favourite female singer is Annie Lennox.

They know I know Wesley Willis, and like Penn and Teller. I am a superfan of Sherlock Holmes. Watership Down and A Confederacy of Dunces are my favourite fiction novels. I love Kintsugi and encaustics. I love white roses and orchids.

And I am in a great place with it.

But it took me a few months to turn on the switch and be me again. It’s funny how minimalist you become when certain things start happening to you.

When I did re-start myself, suddenly, Chaser came roaring back.

Yoo hoo, Lexy! It shouted to me, Where were we?

I missed Chaser. It was eccentric journalism.

And it is coming back full force with a more mature and wise Alexandra Kitty behind it.

She is more okay with herself, especially after experiencing what she could triumph over.

And if there is one message to this venture, it’s stop trying to be someone you are not because you are wasting your life.

But if you are yourself, the message will be a different one: here is news that’s made for you.

The script doesn’t play in the real world, kids.

But Chaser does…and so does Alexandra Kitty…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Ten: There is only one business model available to those who disseminate news. Bootstrapping. Any other is a fraud.















The old business model of journalism was based on an old-fashioned world that made Howard Hughes a billionaire even though he was just a goober: he had access to something other people were denied: a special drill, and in the oil industry, it was the bit more than the oil that counted because the bit was a key.

Back in the olden times, kids, media owners had the key to all the mass communications tools, such as broadcasting license or a printing press. They had access to a big audience, and their core of their business model assumed that if you wanted to advertise to a big potential base, you had to play by their rules because those motherfuckers had a key and you could not unlock that special access area without them.

Because of the rigs, it it rewarded and attracted a certain kind of person to run those properties: script-memorizers who held tightly to the key, thinking it was a permanent crown.

In other words, it rewarded assholes.

Then the Internet said, “Fuck you” to those assholes, and then the whole world had that access. It would be akin if someone had a better bit than Hughes and then just gave it to everyone to drill their own oil. Hughes would be flipping hamburgers, and everyone else would live happily ever after. The End.

Now that the old model is kaput, you would think they would see what has changed, and then devise new plans based on the new reality.



Because they are arrogant assholes who think they are superior to the little people. They are so used to bossing people around and telling then what to think. They do not want to mix or mingle with those plebs.

They don’t want to slum it with poor people. Those are icky populists who aren’t even impressed with reporters, and call them out for spewing fake news.

They like to hobnob with rich and powerful people, fellate them at cocktail parties and maybe get a patronage appointment that pays better than the low-rent job as a journalist.

It is a sad state of affairs.

I interviewed the haves and the have-nots when I worked as a journalist. I interviewed people in boardrooms and people in jail. Some of those people in boardrooms ended up in jail or are just not in boardrooms anymore because they got kicked to the curb. The people I interviewed from jail are not in jail anymore. They were released and are productive members of society, never looking back.

I always was mystified by journalism. I went into it to study it, and I could not for the life of me understand the demented arrogance of people in it who thought it was a horrid thing to interact with other human beings. I loved, loved, loved that part of the job. I never tired of listening to other people. I learned so much, and became a better person for it.

It is a plus for an emotionally literate person, however.

If you are emotionally illiterate, it becomes a burden. It is like walking with numb feet. You will stumble and you do not understand what you do not feel. You have no clue what elements are missing within you because you don’t have in you.

So if you have no feel, you lack data. That is a crucial concept to understand: if you are missing emotionality, you misinterpret reality, and hence, your perceptions are misaligned with that reality. You have gaps, and hence whatever arguments you try to use, logic is not filler that can compensate for the lack of real and raw emotions. If you do not feel that you are feverish, you do not know that you are in danger. That’s what happened to the profession: all the signs of trouble were missed because of the lack of feel.

Journalists live in a dead profession, and it is dead because the key elements in their own souls are dead.

The end.

Which brings us to their fucked up and dysfunctional ideas about their “business model.”

They do not have one that is in any way aligned with reality. The old days where they held all the cards sailed far away from them, never to return.

The end.

Because they have no respect for their audiences, they do not want to have to hustle. They are forever scheming for easy and lazy solutions.

Such as “donations”: give us money!

Or begging the government: give us tax money!

Or being a mouthpiece to rich tycoons like Howard Hughes: give us lots of money!

Notice none of these models have them earning their money, or being among the people they are supposed to cover and inform.

And journalism — and its alternative — can never be legitimate through these sketchy methods. It will always be propaganda.

If you have an actual product, people will buy it and use it.

If I don’t buy a toothbrush and toothpaste, I will have rotten teeth. If I do not buy food, I will starve.

If I don’t get educated by learning to read, I will be at a disadvantage because I will be illiterate.

So journalism never had an excuse. They were just arrogant and lazy, nothing more.

And also lacking in any common sense.

If the government funds you, you are fake news.

If you get donations from many or one, you are fake news.

The end.

You are toxic waste polluting the information stream and pure manipulative garbage.

So then what is the model?

Simple: bootstrapping.

It is the only legitimate method that can work without compromise.



Because it is the method in tune with reality.

When I became a journalist, I did so to study it. Most people do not appreciate what that actually means.

It means that I walked among the subject I was studying. I was in the eye of the storm. I did everything that was part and parcel of being in the profession. I never had to guess or reconstruct reality. I lived that reality.

My survival depended on getting jobs in the profession. That was my pay check; so I knew exactly what the life of a typical journalist was because that was my life.

I did not have to make educated guesses or overthink anything. I knew the pressures of deadlines and demanding editors as well as difficult people I had to get to speak to me. I knew how people reacted to a reporter. I knew how reporters got educated and groomed.

But because I entered the profession with a plan, I could benefit from pre-hoc analysis, versus the inferior post-hoc.

When people get disillusioned, they may begin to study their old profession with certain filters, but it is not the same, nor can it ever be empirical: because they were never trained to see connections and facts, they miss too much, and then have to reconstruct memories that are tainted and compromised.

I never had that problem because I walked in with a plan from Day One — a very complex and complicated plan where I literally conducted hundreds of experiments.

And the fact that this epic fact keeps flying above everyone’s head is very funny and infuriating at the same time.

I am literally the only person in the world with my set of expertise and all I get is blank stares and pathetically ignorant reviews from ditzes who obviously do not comprehend a reality that veers from their rote scripts. Fuck them.

To add to my knowledge base, one of my beats was writing about —ta da! — the business of journalism.

Are you following me?

Here is someone studying journalism by becoming a journalist who is also using her job to research the business of journalism. Quaker sensibilities, kids: waste nothing.

So I can tell you how worthless and fucked up the model was — and the shameless cheating newspapers stooped to in order to try to hide from advertisers how badly their circulations were tanking. They started counting free newspapers into circulation — stacks of untouched newspapers were counted as part of readership.

And this was almost twenty years ago.

Bad, bad, bad rot.

And I covered it.

So here are a bunch of bad businesspeople looking to make money without having to actually earn it — and completely ignoring the fact that they were the ones who were responsible for the collapse.

They will entertain everything else except for bootstrapping. So the one thing that works is off the table. Nice try.

Bootstrapping forces you to use risk and emotional literacy to earn your keep.

You do not get investors, angel investors, crowdsourcing, funding rounds, bank loans, tax dollars, patrons, nada.

If you have ten bucks in your pocket, you start your business with ten bucks.

Yes, you have your work cut out for you, but that is the realistic and honest route.

You will not brag, no. You have nothing to brag about.

No, you will not get invited to swanky cocktail parties in the beginning because you cannot be exploited and used.

That’s the point. You know exactly where you stand with no fantasies or delusions. All those veils get torn off real fast.

So now you have to start thinking about real things, such as how are you going to start, how you will pay your bills, and you will need plans that will be constantly revised.

Advertising is expensive, and it is ineffective. The only thing that works is being useful, and word of mouth. That’s it.

I can talk about bootstrapping because that has been a model I have experimented with and used, even now.

And not just with writing, but also with art and teaching. What I had is what I used.

It is a slower process, but builds more than just a solid foundation: it makes you hyper-vigilant of your surroundings and reality as you deal directly with the public. I need no focus group or polls to tell you what is happening in the world.

I didn’t invent the concept, but I have always admired those who made it that way, and I have a deep respect for those who bypass the lazy path and understand its significance.

It forces you to go in the middle of a group of homeless people and speak to them, not at them, or past them. If forces you to go directly to powerful people and not slobber all over them or fall for their feints and ruses. They cannot fool you because you are trained to see their reality.

You feel the winds of change and can adapt. You focus with humility. You learn to bond with knowledge and with your work. You learn who your true friends are, and that is not a pessimistic revelation. For me, it was a happy surprise that the number was much bigger than what I had originally thought.

You meet new people, and often, they open your eyes as you open theirs. You learn the power of connecting to others and experiencing a life of movement, feedback, and cooperation.

It makes you see hard work is not shameful, but a blessing. You do not see bad times as obstacles, but as puzzles to solve.

You learn to innovate and improvise as you experiment and think about tomorrow.

And you owe no favours. No one owns you because you become one with the chaos of the infinite because you learn to let go of your fear.

And if you are unafraid of reality, you can see it and deal with it.

You can walk right into the eye of the storm and gain vision.

Journalism is blinded by its own deadness.

Chaser is going to go the bootstrapping way, but it is not my first foray into the method. The first professional publication I put out, I was in grade eleven. It was a literary journal showcasing the art, stories, and poetry of my fellow students. I did all of the work, negotiated the price with a printer, and sold it with a profit that I donated to my high school’s special needs class. It wasn’t a huge profit, but if a teenaged girl can do it, so can the self-entitled geezers who have media properties.

That was bootstrapping.

So was the original Chaser, as is A Dangerous Woman and this web site.

I admit I had bizarre setbacks in the last few years. God dropped the ball that directly fell on my head, where I ended up in a place below Hell where the devil decided right then and there to ambush me with a death match and played dirty, let me tell you.

Yeah, never mess with a Serbian woman from Hamilton. I am still a little stiff and sore from that bullshit story called 2018, but hey, I am alive, conscious, and coherent to write this, motherfuckers. Go me!


So, here is the thing: I don’t do rules, but I will do requests. I listen to feedback, just don’t be an uppity ass about it.

Sadly, I do typos. I think I have my Typo Queen Tiara I made for myself in some box somewhere. Even though I type fast, I just cannot write as fast as I think, and my thoughts do overcrowd me. I do correct things when I see them.

I am setting things up. I do plans, however. I do experiments.

I will have fun, but as a human fucking being, I do have emotions, and I do express them.

Loudly, proudly, and unequivocally. If you have problems with emotions, I will just tell you to go fuck yourself, you cowardly psychopath. That way, you can start to feel something yourself.

You may want to take note of that fact that I don’t have any flying fucks to give. I got rid of all of them in 2018 because they don’t actually have any use.

I will bootstrap. I will not be begging for money. I will not be telling you that you will end up in Hell unless you give me money because I am the Goddess Of All Democracy. Fuck that shit. As I get things going, I will tweak here and there. I will be useful. I will do research. I will talk about myself so that you get to know the person who is giving you information. Your perspective will be different than mine. Our life requirements will be different, but the facts I find will be verified, and I will talk about the process, not the same way as the original Chaser, however.

I will also cover stories that have meaning. I do not like when people are ignored, hurt, abused, or held back. I have deep reverence for altruists and idealists because we would all still be in caves shivering if it weren’t for the risk-taker who discovered fire and invented the wheel and then made the world more livable.

I am a bunny hugger. I adore cats. Animals should never be mistreated.

But neither should people.

So I am going back into the ring. I am not totally unpacked, but even though I bought a bunch of Ikea shelves (Laiva, if you want to know), I just ran out of shelf space, and need to buy at least two more as about ten books are due to come to me on top of the ones that I cannot place. I also have a nagging feeling there are a couple more boxes of books in the moving box out in the back. La la.

At least all my Blue Beetle comics and action figures have been liberated from the boxes and the action figures are guarding my books. My favourite Moschino scarf has been framed and is on the wall across from me while my Han Hoogerbrugge will have to be hung in my bedroom as I seem to be the only person to appreciate it. The Hives are playing in this house, and I finally found my bust of William Shakespeare and statues of Hawkwoman and Catwoman. Some things about Alexandra Kitty don’t change, although my repertoire now includes Alexander Kastulin pottery.

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So I am getting prepared as I just need to lace up my boxing boots and begin…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter Three: Emotionality is not irrationality, but the lack of emotions is a mental defect.

Sadly, this reviewer doesn’t get my latest book. Too lazy or just plain too stupid to read the hundreds of sources in the back, the reviewer is a moron who is uncomfortable with rage.

The problem with journalism is that it is not just a dead profession, but an emotionally dead profession. When a emotionally and intellectually stunted person doesn’t get why Trump’s victory spelled the end for the global profession of journalism, then you know this is not someone mature enough to see reality.

So, Gabriela Perdomo, if you lack the insight to know why Trump’s victory had international implications for every country other than America — and I am Canadian, not an American, here is a clue:

Because the strongest and most profitable place of modern journalism is the US. These are the journalists who sparked wars in countries not the US.

So far with me, Gabriela Perdomo?

Both Gulf Wars were sanctioned by journalists in the US. The bombing of Serbs was demanded by US journalists.

They determined elections. They demanded laws that went on the books. They toppled leaders of other nations, even if their native press did not. Billionaires lost their businesses and were sent to jail after US journalists targeted them as well as A-list actors who found themselves embroiled in scandal.

Gabriela Perdomo, I want you to take a good look at this picture:


That is all that it took to sink his chances of becoming US President.

But American reporters could have done that to any political candidate anywhere in the world. Your country. My country.

PR firms know this — something else you do not seem to get upset over or understand its implications, meaning you are unqualified to write a review about the problems of journalism.

If you do not understand FARA or its significance, you are not experienced enough to write a review, and I find that troubling, and makes me question Les Cahiers du journalisme completely. It is not a serious or legitimate publication.

Now do you understand a little more, Gabriela Perdomo?


I didn’t think so. You seem to believe all countries are equal, but they are not. I live next to the giant that created modern journalism and can compare it to the pathetic version in my own country. I worked for both. You don’t seem to have a clue to what happens here; so let me bring you to November 2016.

When Hillary Clinton was running, she was the “sure thing” to be president, running against a man with no political experience, and was known as a tabloid fixture and a reality show star.

All but three newspapers in the US back Clinton, and one was the National Enquirer. The coverage was rigged against Trump who was seen as a joke.

All he had was a Twitter account, and he won.

Gary Hart had one damning photograph. Trump had a whole life of spice.

And he won.


If the US news media can no longer control how the masses think in their own nation, they lose control over international events as well.

And look at France and all of its troubles. It is a country spiralling out of control. Where is your media?

Look at Germany’s Der Spiegel scandal.

Do you think Germans will forget that their biggest property lied to them repeatedly? That they were fooled, and the sure thing was flawed?

Never. The spell gets broken. Like a disease, when the strongest collapses, the weaker ones do not stand a chance.

I did my research, Gabriela Perdomo. I did not just look at the US, but took a sample of countries from every continent — and they were in worse shape than the US — but also their model of journalism was the same or worse than the US.

No one will give one flying fuck about the journalism in those countries you mentioned because their ability to spread propaganda is nowhere in the ball park of the damage the US press has done over the decades.

You seem to be quite provincial and near-sighted. It is unfortunate you lack the mindset to get how serious the collapse of journalism is globally.

And do you think you are intellectually superior because you seem to lack appropriate affect to a global collapse of an entire industry — or are you in denial of reality?

Which one?

I would love to hear from you, and assess your mindset because you don’t seem to be paying attention to the fact that there has been a death of a profession, and replaced with propaganda.

I have covered the French press on this website numerous, and it is in far worse shape. It is an oblivious press that is missing a key intellectual and emotional element. It explains why France exploded as badly as it did: people are starved for something that is in tune with reality.

If you are not angry at what has happened, you are not being rational. It is not a normal response to be blinded by the lack of real data and just be laissez-faire about the whole thing.

In your neighbourhood, how many starving children are there?

How many children are forced into prostitution and child pornography?

How many women got raped this year?

How many mafias and gangs are getting away with human trafficking?

How many terrorists are plotting to destroy you?

I bet you have no idea because your local media doesn’t tell you.

Does your local politicians take bribes? From who? How much?

The food you eat — how healthy is it? Are you shoving deadstock in your mouth?

The jewelry you wear — how much lead or cadmium is rubbing against your skin?

You have no clue, and you are unemotional about it?

Do you know how much psychiatric medication pollutes the water you drink?

It’s a lot.

I bet you didn’t know that.

I bet there are a lot of things that you do not know.

I do.

That is why I channel my emotionality to constructive purposes while you do not.

You live in a void vortex. You will die in one, too, spinning on the hamster wheel feeling nothing.

And when you feel nothing, you cannot detect when disaster is coming.

It is the reason journalism collapsed: they stopped feeling, and stopped caring, and then their instincts disappeared, and they never even knew why they were numb, not caring about their world, disconnecting to their audiences they looked down on because they still have emotions that they could no longer understand.

I will still be that woman who roars.

Does that intimidate you, Gabriela Perdomo?

That a woman can roar, while you can only whisper whatever authority tell you is acceptable?

I will continue to roar on this web site, and every book I write.

You will know a human being who cares and loves — and thinks critically cares enough about her world, even after she is long gone.

And who will remember the woman who whispers from another’s script?

My heart and my mind work as one and as the Infinite. I make no apologies for it. Fuck you.

And I roar when people do not use either their heart or mind as they muddle through life…


The Chaser Solution: Chapter One: You cannot teach if you are unwilling to learn. You cannot write unless you are willing to read different perspectives.

I took at course from Harvard’s Derek Bok School which specializes in teaching about teaching and learning. I have been eying taking that course for a long time, but then the devil came to brawl with me in April; so that was out of the question until September when the winner of that death match finally got to sign up.

Some people would have gone on vacation. I wanted to learn, and keep my teaching up to code.

If the class is a good one, you (a) learn new things from the course/instructors, and (b) learn new things from others taking the course. It should humble you as it builds confidence.

And I learned a lot from both, and both exceeded all expectations. I highly recommend taking it.

I learned a lot from myself, too. I have an instinct for teaching, but I had never codified my strategies for it until I took the course. It was all swimming up there in that anarchistic chaos known as my mind.

I could be a student forever. I always loved learning. I could be a teacher forever. I love teaching just as much.

You don’t trade one for the other. They work hand in hand together. The more you are willing to admit that you don’t know everything, the better student and teacher you become.

The same goes for writing. You cannot be a good writer if you think you know everything. You have to read in order to write. You have to study the minds and the hearts of others in order to not just understand other people, but also yourself.

I am still not finished packing all of my books. I have new books and old books. Someone just gave me a biography of Ruth Bader Ginsberg for Christmas. I can’t wait to read it. I have about ten books that are due to arrive from Amazon. I never stop reading.

The problems in journalism aren’t problems with book publishing. It is the reason why that industry’s collapse utterly mystifies me.

I have books on educational psychology, calculus, public speaking, astronomy, and acting. I am a big fan of the Chekov Technique, for instance. I also have books on how to communicate with children. I have books on metalworking, such as chasing and forging. I have fiction, and more Penguin Classics than you can imagine, but I also have new fiction.

But mostly nonfiction.

I always hunger to learn. Not just facts. I love humour. I love to laugh out loud.

Being outrageous doesn’t mean being irrational or frivolous. When humour is a tool and not a weapon, that’s when fortunes start to turn around…


The Chaser Solution: Preface: The world is my playground.










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I bet you were starting to wonder when I was going to write something.


The world is my playground. That’s my motto for 2019.


The rage puking on the Troll Scroll and dead journalism products is boring me. So is all of the garbage the various governments are dumping on people in their never-ending bullshit strategy of using fear-mongering and moral masturbation to get compliance for lunatic ideas that are unworkable, but are just greed and pity scams to make loser politicians rich. Nice try, motherfuckers, I am not buying the bullshit the you assholes are selling.

I am not playing by rules. The world is my playground, and I am going to be playing.

I am watching towers burning and emperors wearing no clothes. If people were in a rational and skeptical frame of mind, they would be pissing their pants laughing at all of this insanity. People fighting on Facebook about stuff they know nothing about, making grifters rich and powerful. What the fuck is wrong with people?

They jumped on a hamster wheel and now do not know how to get off.

You know, I had a very bad year for most of it, but the last couple of months were a huge turnaround. Not everything is where it should be, but it isn’t where it was in April when everything just took a turn for the worst (no, not worse). It is not as if I had some easy time of it before. The last few years were terrible for me, having to look full-time after someone so sick and helpless, with those responsible for that trauma getting unchallenged praise on the front page of a newspaper — but those same praisers also had wonderful words for criminals as well.

So we know how much their praise is worth. I believe that currency is called bupkes.

Yes, I noticed, and yes, it is on the record here as well.

But I survived the last few years that most people don’t go through in a single lifetime.

So now that the wheel of fortune is spinning differently for me, at least I know it isn’t a hamster wheel I am riding on because I am getting somewhere.


I am not in a flock, nor I am following a script. I am not going in circles or looking downwards or behind me, let alone getting moved as a pawn by others on some rigged board. Fuck that shit.


You know, during the lowest part of it, I still wrote. I wrote fiction and nonfiction. I still maintained a sense of humour. Ted Kord would be proud of me.


Because the world is my playground. It is not my prison. It will become my paradise.

So you petty little motherfuckers have been warned.


This world was not made for hurting, but helping.

It was not made for competition, but cooperation.


And if I can crawl out of a place worse than Hell and be that energetic and perky, you know what I am made of.


My dreams will not be delayed or put on hold for another second. Nuh-huh, forget it. The world is my playground, my laboratory, my stage, my classroom, my muse, my paradise, my friend, my family, my home, and my blessing and miracle.


But mostly my playground.

And the game is a version of Find the Lady.

It has its own name, too…


The Chaser Dilemma, Part Eleven: Fred Sanford called it right. But so did Isaac Asimov.







The Middle-Class is not a well-educated class: they are not taught critical thinking, and are taught just enough for job competency, but not to break rules, question authority, or look outside their little caves.

Just look at this sorry piece from the CBC:

Modern sex-ed curriculum has huge support among Ontario parents and students, consultations show

Really, who the fuck cares?

They support it, but so what?

The Nazis had huge support from parents and students, whoop di fucking do.

I would quiz parents, asking them a slew of questions about their knowledge of the differences between the two first, and if they can’t tell them apart, I would sentence them to wearing a dunce cap. There is no evidence to show one is superior to the other. I notice these same parents and students have serious logic gaps, meaning they both have something else in common: a shitty education in critical thinking.

Why do you “support” something? What does it mean? Why aren’t you upset that your math and language skills are deficient? Why are you cherry-picking things? Do you understand the subtext of either one of those curricula?

It is not different than that patronizing Middle-Class appeal to authority complaining about people who don’t support the same thing the person does: why the fuck do I care what the Establishment has to say? What’s in it for me? How do you know that is what they are spending? Or where that money is really going to — especially as we have had governments “misplace” and misspend billions of dollars over the years?

And you still like a moron trust their numbers.

I remember how the Chretien Liberals couldn’t account for over a billion dollars under the human resources ministry — and we have some Middle Class know-nothing rattle off sketchy numbers as if this was some divine truth.

Go fuck yourself.

We have a government that has no teeth and no standards, and you actually buy what they are selling you?

I worked as a journalist, and my job was simple: having to hear a never-ending stream of bullshit, propaganda, and lies, and then find the truth.


When you have a majority never question anything from authorities, they, in fact, make no real demands. They make no demands of a competent government. They make no demands of a competent press. They merely look for someone to issue scripts for them to follow, and will swallow whatever mystery pill that promises them something. The promise will be vague, but if the decree is to swallow, then they swallow.

Revolutions happen when a majority swallow too much shit for too long and then explode — as if their problems were someone else’s fault. You made fun and maligned those who told not to swallow shit. You thought you found the trick to winning at life because someone told you swallowing shit and following the script was all you had to do and you didn’t have to put effort or think.

That’s what eventually happens in a Zero-Risk society: they take one dumbass gamble too far, betting their last grains, and everything collapses, and then they get mad.

You mean, all those government statistics were just garbage? What do you mean my education was wanting? The scripts were nothing but distracting, life-sinking lies! Eating dog shit was bad all along! Outrage!

No shit, Sherlock.


The problem is Middle Class people don’t look for real answers as much as a saviour. The flock want a shepherd to guide them, and as many people have quipped…


But Hitchens suffered from a severe case of confirmation bias: it’s not just religion that rolls that way: atheism does.

And so does politics.

It is always the same motherfucking patriarchal dynamic of a Chosen One and a Flock.

Humanity is just the same old story of doing the same thing, and always expecting a different outcome.

I am not a sheep, nor do I wish to be a shepherd to a brainless flock.

It doesn’t give me any kicks or thrills.

So, I don’t want to be a propagandist because that’s just sad, and I don’t want to be some messiah leading the little people who really ought to stop looking for training wheels and start looking for their brain cells.

I have had people with zero experience in my expertise tell me I am wrong without even listening to a word I say. They think their ignorance is superior to someone else’s knowledge. Expertise and knowledge are not respected because people want you to tell them that they are right, just, and good. They want a Servant Leader who gives them things and does all the thinking and work.

How realistic is that? How well can one small group of people cater to a collective? Why don’t they get off their asses and make their own wishes come true?

Because deep down, they know they are willful big dummies because they never do things. You can never be smart or capable if you wait on others to do your work for you. You never gain wisdom or experience. You can never innovate or be a visionary. You can be an annoying lump dependent on authority to live your life for you on their terms.

That is what the Middle Class in the West have settled for.

I haven’t, though. I don’t believe in settling. I believe in upward mobility.

And I have no aversion to work or taking risks to do it. I don’t chase after worthless paper crowns: that’s just being Pavolv’s dog getting trained for basic stimulus-response.

I have better things to do with myself.

The question for me is — am I the only one?

The Chaser Dilemma, Part Ten: Rules are such fragile things...turn them over, and they break.










The original Chaser evolved. It started out as one thing, turned into many more.

There came a point where I could get messages such as, “I have no idea what’s going on or what it means, but I love it.”

I had all sorts of strange things. There was always a purpose.

And then I walked away.

I had reasons, and many, but I was becoming complacent, and then I snapped right back to my senses.


There was a saying I used frequently, and it is the title of this post. The biggest mistake the Middle Class make is that they seek rules and follow them, never actually testing them, questioning them, or turning them over because they think they mean something, are real, and endure, which is just lazy and cowardly bullshit.

The moment you stop turning over rules is the moment you become complacent. You found the lies you are comfortable in obeying as you indulge your cowardice.

Turn over those rules, and they break wide open.

So, what rules will this site play by? None. It is going to be anarchy.

It will challenge the secret rules of anarchy as well as part of something beyond the alchemic. It will be the lab for experimental utopian scholarship.

No rituals, no rules, no signs, symbols, or omens.

No games of chess or go.


So to all those rules followers, you are going to dislike 2019 very much.

To the motherfuckers of the UK government who are bigots that once again blame Serbs for wanting peace in their homeland — and you are even encouraging war — don’t forget, you are going to have your every rule tested.

Do you think you lazy trolls can exploit Serbs to save yourselves from fuckery of Brexit?

Remember: you have your own Kosovos within your own borders.

You know the UK is going in for a crash and burn. They have a violence problem that is out of control, and meddling in Kosovo is not going to save them.

It will merely bring the same thing to their borders. This isn’t the 1990s.

The humbling is coming for a lot of old school players.

But for me, the party is just beginning.

I just have to think about how I will turn over rules, other people’s — and also my own…

The Chaser Dilemma, Part Nine: Where has all the fun and funny gone?





I think Saul Alinsky would not be happy seeing the rot in the world. He would see that no one is living up to their own rules — not the Right, and certainly not the Left. Much of his theories were blown to bits by Twitter. There can be no rule about ridicule anymore because everyone is trying to prevent everyone else from laughing.

I had a laughing fit today thinking about something silly my grandmother once did: mom called her once and she said angrily, “Who is this?” before her own daughter ever had a chance to say hello. I was in stitches, but my mother seemed to steam at the episode to even be able to crack a smirk.

My grandmother was both intentionally funny — and funny without even trying. Her logic was eccentric to say the least. I miss her.

But I can still heartily laugh.

When I did Chaser News the first time, I was unrepentantly silly.


I used the now-defunct Meez animations of myself constantly.


Those were ones that had a life on that platform. I change my hair constantly; so it was always a reflection of my current look, or one from the past.


They were meant to poke fun at the world as much as myself.


They were popular enough that people who read the site went to get their own Meez, but I had a lot of people use mine because of the silly things I thought up.


I was often surprised where I stumbled upon them. They eventually got spun off in another even more eccentric venture of mine, developed into characters, and then while the animations were gone, they became central to A Dangerous Woman Story Studio.

But even though they took a life of their own, they were cryptic messages. They were fun and funny, but they were secret code for other things.


These days, people get too offended that someone is fun and funny. They want everyone to be as angry and miserable as they are.

They put every word under the microscope and make up bullshit why this joke is wrong.

No, you’re just not self-actualized.

But I am self-actualized. I was self-actualized back then because I could poke fun at myself with ease.


But I still had serious and important things to say.

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And still do. More so, even.


I don’t need the Meez, even though I bring the ladies back every once in a while here.

Because watching empires fall is an interesting thing to observe.

Everyone talks about the diminishing clout of the US, but the dirty little secret is that all empires are falling. China, Germany, UK, all of them.

And it isn’t just countries. Big Tech is falling. Legacy journalism fell already. Hollywood is falling. Companies are falling. Political parties are falling.

And that should get you thinking. Where are the resources? Why is everything teetering?

The era of the empire is falling.

Socialism, communism, fascism, none of those fake alternatives are coming into play because they need traction they do not actually have.

Something strange is happening. There is a huge black hole, and no one sees it; let alone venture inside to see what has happened to things, from wealth, power, resources, fun, and funny.

The question is do I want to venture into another vortex?

Or do I want to create something else that blows it away without having to bother with it in the first place…?


The Chaser Dilemma, Part Eight: The question no one ever asks is, "How did you know unless you were complicit yourself?"

The US is cannibalizing itself with the Left and the Right not realizing the rest of the word sees the whole, and thinks they are all scum equally.

The Left are gleeful thinking they are going to sink their manufactured villain, Donald Trump, but it won’t work because there is something they are not computing.

The extent of corruption and rot in both their corporations and their governments.

And this confirmation bias is going to hit not the rich or the poor, but the middle class, who don’t possess even basic critical thinking skills.

Here is an article to show you the level of dumbfuckery:

Google isn’t the company that we should have handed the Web over to

All right, then who should have the middle class people “handed the web” over to?

You only know how to slobbering over and fellate grifters. You cheer frauds and scoundrels, and make fun of honest and decent people.

You cannot make it in business unless you are a cutthroat willing to play the game. You do not reward honesty as you throw childish fits and make ridiculous and unrealistic demands because you refuse to take risk.

So which one of you motherfuckers gets it?

You are mad at Amazon, but you cheap asses are willing to spread poverty to millions of people in lousy working condition to save a buck.

And you never, ever think about tomorrow.

And what is this salivating over finding bad things in Trumpville?

Do you know why there are bad things there?

Because every single Titan of Industry did the same things.

And how does the government know ahead to look?

Because they not only allow it to happen, they rig the system to reward it; so if someone should get out of line, they have blackmail.

And what do middle class people do?

They can tell you all about these fuckers, that’s what.


They know fake things, and never question the real things.

I remember when I was taking a class at Mac and one student pretended that she never studied, but she got sterling grades.

She said she didn’t need to read the texts because the class notes were enough.

Everyone believed her except me.

I asked, “How does she know that unless she read the texts?”

There was a moment of shock, and then no one was impressed with her.

It is a question I asked a lot — as a journalist, and as a citizen connected to my surroundings.

How do you know?

How do you know where to strike unless you were privy to certain information?

And that’s the problem with both corporations and governments: they know each other’s dirty little secrets. Governments rig the boards, and those who success figure out the rigs and play the game.

I have seen what happens when Canadian grifters swindle this country, but then get too full of themselves and then try to swindle the US, where they get caught fairly easy: they get arrogant with their small potatoes success, and have no idea about the rigs.

But the natives know them.

It is the reason why the grifters are more successful than the honest geniuses.


Goodness, kindness, honesty, hard-work, and genius are never rewarded.

Remember Nicola Tesla. The modern-day cheering is, in a real way, a slap to his face.

You bastards should have done it while he was still alive. Fuck you.

To this day you are screwing over the Teslas and fawning over the Edisons.

That is the reality that I am contending with right now, and am challenging as I write this…