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Friday, December 26, 2025

THE SWAMP: Epstein, Patel, Bondi, and America

The lies to the American people continue. 

Days, weeks, months, years.  No end to the lies.

Pam Bondi told us there was nothing more to see all the way back in July of 2025.

Who would have thought that Pam Bondi would be even worse than Garland or Barr?

Kash Patel worse than Wray or Comey?

Why were these documents just now discovered?

Were these documents reviewed by this Administration’s DOJ for crimes?  If not, now what?

What is the internal audit process to make sure legal redactions, and only legal redactions, are being made?

Why can't we have a competent DOJ, ever?

You know what is a very curious thing about this whole Epstein debacle?  It appears all the victims were girls, all the johns were men, and it's a woman who's in prison for it! 

I wonder why Trump chose Pam Bondi to be his Attorney General?  I think it's because he knew he was going to have to deliver on his campaign promises to release the Epstein files, and it was going to be political chicanery.

The greatest cover-up of bribery, child prostitution, entrapment, pay-offs, blackmail, and political leverage that has ever been hidden, found, promised, then redacted or lost and dismissed as fake right here in front of us.

And then there is the unexplained $500,000,000,000 of funds that went through obliging banking cartels with 20% margins to duck the rules of money laundering.

It is literally, 'The Swamp'.  

Grandpa always said if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck it's probably a duck.

We are in it pretty deep.  

Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Merry Christmas

From my keyboard in Cabo, I want to wish each of you a great Christmas.

Remembering the reason for the season is special.

That reason is the  Creator, God of the Universe.

Here is a take by Eric Metaxas on the Creator.

In 1966 Time magazine ran a cover story asking: Is God Dead? Many have accepted the cultural narrative that he’s obsolete—that as science progresses, there is less need for a “God” to explain the universe. Yet it turns out that the rumors of God’s death were premature. More amazing is that the relatively recent case for his existence comes from a surprising place—science itself.

Here’s the story: The same year Time featured the now-famous headline, the astronomer Carl Sagan announced that there were two important criteria for a planet to support life: The right kind of star, and a planet the right distance from that star. Given the roughly octillion—1 followed by 27 zeros—planets in the universe, there should have been about septillion—1 followed by 24 zeros—planets capable of supporting life.

With such spectacular odds, the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, a large, expensive collection of private and publicly funded projects launched in the 1960s, was sure to turn up something soon. Scientists listened with a vast radio telescopic network for signals that resembled coded intelligence and were not merely random. But as years passed, the silence from the rest of the universe was deafening. Congress defunded SETI in 1993, but the search continues with private funds. As of 2014, researchers have discovered precisely bubkis—0 followed by nothing.

What happened? As our knowledge of the universe increased, it became clear that there were far more factors necessary for life than Sagan supposed. His two parameters grew to 10 and then 20 and then 50, and so the number of potentially life-supporting planets decreased accordingly. The number dropped to a few thousand planets and kept on plummeting.

Even SETI proponents acknowledged the problem. Peter Schenkelwrote in a 2006 piece for Skeptical Inquirer magazine: “In light of new findings and insights, it seems appropriate to put excessive euphoria to rest . . . . We should quietly admit that the early estimates . . . may no longer be tenable.”

As factors continued to be discovered, the number of possible planets hit zero, and kept going. In other words, the odds turned against any planet in the universe supporting life, including this one. Probability said that even we shouldn’t be here.

Today there are more than 200 known parameters necessary for a planet to support life—every single one of which must be perfectly met, or the whole thing falls apart. Without a massive planet like Jupiter nearby, whose gravity will draw away asteroids, a thousand times as many would hit Earth’s surface. The odds against life in the universe are simply astonishing.

Yet here we are, not only existing, but talking about existing. What can account for it? Can every one of those many parameters have been perfect by accident? At what point is it fair to admit that science suggests that we cannot be the result of random forces? Doesn’t assuming that an intelligence created these perfect conditions require far less faith than believing that a life-sustaining Earth just happened to beat the inconceivable odds to come into being?

There’s more. The fine-tuning necessary for life to exist on a planet is nothing compared with the fine-tuning required for the universe to exist at all. For example, astrophysicists now know that the values of the four fundamental forces—gravity, the electromagnetic force, and the “strong” and “weak” nuclear forces—were determined less than one millionth of a second after the big bang. Alter any one value and the universe could not exist. For instance, if the ratio between the nuclear strong force and the electromagnetic force had been off by the tiniest fraction of the tiniest fraction—by even one part in 100,000,000,000,000,000—then no stars could have ever formed at all. Feel free to gulp.

Multiply that single parameter by all the other necessary conditions, and the odds against the universe existing are so heart-stoppingly astronomical that the notion that it all “just happened” defies common sense. It would be like tossing a coin and having it come up heads 10 quintillion times in a row. Really?

Fred Hoyle, the astronomer who coined the term “big bang,” said that his atheism was “greatly shaken” at these developments. He later wrote that “a common-sense interpretation of the facts suggests that a super-intellect has monkeyed with the physics, as well as with chemistry and biology . . . . The numbers one calculates from the facts seem to me so overwhelming as to put this conclusion almost beyond question.”

Theoretical physicist Paul Davies has said that “the appearance of design is overwhelming” and Oxford professor Dr. John Lennox has said “the more we get to know about our universe, the more the hypothesis that there is a Creator . . . gains in credibility as the best explanation of why we are here.”

The greatest miracle of all time, without any close seconds, is the universe. It is the miracle of all miracles, one that ineluctably points with the combined brightness of every star to something—or Someone—beyond itself.

Mr. Metaxas is the author, most recently, of “Miracles: What They Are, Why They Happen, and How They Can Change Your Life” ( DuttonAdult, 2014).

Correction

An earlier version understated the number of zeroes in an octillion and a septillion.

A Christmas to Remember!

Sunday, December 21, 2025

One of my hero's and his son

 


Mr. Victor Neiderhoffer and his son, Aubrey Niederhoffer.

Truly meals for a lifetime.   Imagine the start for Aubrey with Laurel, Victor and the entire crew of family giving their input to little brother! 


CIGNETTI Talking..............

"In life, you've got freedom of choice, but not freedom of consequence.

First, you form your habits, then your habits form you. 

Every choice and action you take compounds. The small decisions you make daily - preparation, work ethic, and how you respond - those become your habits.

 And over time, those habits become your identity.

You're free to choose. 

But the consequences of those choices aren't optional.

Your habits shape who you become."

Larry Pugliese

Larry needs a favor.  Today and all the tomorrows ahead.

Larry suffered a major brain injury about 3 weeks ago.  

I would like you to pray for him.

To pray for his caregivers, his family, and his colleagues.

If you don't know Larry, please pray for him.

The hourglass of life doesn't stop.  The sand doesn't stop.   There is no turning back the clock.

Brain injuries take time.  Larry has a tough recovery ahead of him.

He is a tough guy.  

Thank you for your prayer. 


Friday, December 19, 2025

FACTS


RFK Jr: "They had to destroy ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine." 

"Because if they had acknowledged that it's effective in anybody, the whole $200 billion vaccine enterprise would have collapsed."

Thursday, December 18, 2025

CREDIBILITY?

Bongino fleeing the Swamp?

Imagine America getting any truth from the likes of Fauci, Halper, Brennan, Clapper, Pompeo, Schiff, Pelosi, Wray, Myorkas, you get the drift.

Yes, Dan spoke at the Trump election campaign often enough.

Less than a year in, he learned that he can not walk the walk.

They are all compromised.

Perhaps Pam Bondi can start with these crimes:

Welfare fraud.
Medicaid fraud.
Stolen elections.
SNAP fraud. 
Immigration fraud. 
NGOs laundering money. 
Ukrainian theft of billions.


Wednesday, December 17, 2025

GHOST RANCH, FALL, 2025




Here is a recap of my time at Ghost Ranch this fall.  I took a few pictures and thought I'd share some of what I get to see every day on the ranch.
  

 

The southern border of the ranch is the Yellowstone River.  I have come to love and appreciate it more with every passing year.   It has a pulse, a vibe, a look, a manner that changes every single day of its existence.  The millions of acres that drain into the Yellowstone watershed are some of the most remote areas in the U.S.


To some, Montana holds a mystical, spiritual place in our souls. The scenery and the wildlife are etched in our memories. The possibility of shaping, improving, and protecting what Mother Nature has provided intrigues and drives us.  This picture shows the BNSF rails on the south side of the Yellowstone across from the Ghost!

Millions of dollars of coal are carried daily down these tracks to points east;  grain being shipped to the Far East headed west to maritime ports. 

The Ghost Ranch deer population is robust.  Last summer we counted over 100 fawns in a hay field at the same time.  That is rather amusing watching that many does and fawns trying to figure out who belongs to who by smell.



 


In September we found over 20 dead whitetail deer.  EHD, blue-tongue was the culprit.  Too many deer, ripe conditions for the virus and this is what happens.  Nature is cruel.  The smell of death was easy to detect.


This deer was doing well, suffering from some form of muscular disease.  She could walk and eat okay.   I am sure coyotes took her down at some point.  They eat too!


Mule deer aren't often found on Ghost Ranch.   This little muley buck was on the hunt, testosterone building in his blood!


The older I get, the more I find enjoyment in rockhounding along the river.  Petrified wood and agates are my main targets, but beauty is found everywhere.  My Dad enjoyed hunting agates in the Badlands of South Dakota.


In Montana, you get to see sunrises and sunsets that only the Creator can bring to light.  Photos, at least not mine, don't do them justice.  




There is a reason most ranchers run 10-ply tires in Montana.  Iron is often the culprit. Never anywhere without a spare is the mantra.


Often on a clear night, when the sun goes down, the lights come on!

The spectacular northern lights dance without charge. 




Dandy buck in the tall grass!

There's always one that is rather odd.


In summer velvet fighting deer flies and mosquitoes 24/7.


They heard something.  Deer live in the present.  There is no yesterday nor any tomorrow.   Their singular focus is to stay alive in the moment.


 Nice example of velvet eradication.


More velvet!  Amazing how fast bucks get velvet removed when it's time.









For some reason this youngster loved strutting around the yard.


11/11/2025   This beauty came to the Ghost Ranch a couple of hours before I put him in the freezer.   He spent the summer a mile or two away, coming down the river hunting does.   It took a nanosecond to decide to take him to the taxidermist.




This brute had been in a hell of a fight.  Notice the bloody mess by his ear.  These big bucks are nasty when a hot doe is involved.

We usually have or hear of bucks dying from locking up, unable to get free.  This year we heard of a couple of brutes who locked up and drowned in a pond close to the Ghost Ranch.




This year we had a young man come to the Ghost Ranch and harvest his first whitetail deer.   It is exciting to provide the opportunity to a young guy (and excitement for his father) to harvest a mature deer.


Cancer is a terrible disease and our great friend SIS has a large tumor in her back leg.  It is growing so fast she won't see spring.  Sad is an understatement.  You probably have experienced cancer in pets, loved ones or even family.  Why Lord, why?


I still do my part to keep our deer numbers down.  These girls eat good.


Pheasant numbers are thru the roof at Ghost Ranch.  We don't hunt them here, only watch them!  Thanks to the efforts of so many locals (myself included) killing raccoons all year round, the turkey and pheasant numbers are spectacular.


This buck spent all summer on the river a couple miles away.  The property owner had hoped to get him killed but this buck had other ideas and roamed off the property.   We last saw this picture of him on social media!  Oh well, who said life was fair?


The Merriam turkey population in the Yellowstone corridor is in good shape!


One of my sons had a good fall.   



It was the herd bull.  Lots of luck involved, but with 128 elk in the herd, he was the stud muffin.   
  





I went elk hunting  and thumped the first 6-point bull I saw.  Lying on a bench across the canyon, he slid off the cliff to take a dirt nap.

After Thanksgiving, the geese were flying, and we put a few in the freezer.

It is hard to give a Christmas goose to anyone in Montana!  Trust me.


As winter takes over, life is tough in Montana.  For humans, livestock, and wildlife.  Strength, toughness, attitude, luck, all play a part in making it through on a daily basis. Let's hope 2026 is the best ever! 

Let's hope bucks like this make it through the winter.   Look at his ears move.  Cautiously, he smelled a human for a nanosecond.


Winter is here now....... 

 All the best to you and yours in 2026!