The Dees Ranch

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Drug you, brainwash you and steal your property. That has been the governing philosophy of the United States for a long, long time. In fact, it can even be argued that this has been the governing philosophy of western civilization for five hundred years, or more. And it infuses every topic you will find discussed here. A critical viewing of The Wizard of Oz will show you how deeply it is ingrained in American culture. Poppies, opium derivatives -- seem to be the most widespread. But the methods are not static. There are a littany of race-specific bio-weapons at the disposal of the state. Some may laugh today at the idea that drunken natives sold Manhattan for glass beads, but it's entirely possible that future Americans (perhaps not your decendents, but someones) will laugh at the idea that you could have been brainwashed by your laptop.

But that's getting a bit ahead of things. So let's start at the beginning.

Thirty years ago, the theft of the Dees Ranch was "the deal that couldn't be done". That's when (it seems clear that) a project began -- to force it. It's not surprising that a land deal of this size would involve government. It is surprising, to me at least, that it would involve the US military actively targeting Americans in order to help push it through. The commercial pressure is bad enough. Real estate brokers at this scale have been known to destroy lives in the course of "business". And, thirty years ago, a confluence of circumstances was emerging that would take this practice to a whole new level. US oil production had peaked. The cold war was reaching a head. The US dollar was diverging from its Constitutional gold peg. And Texas oil tycoons like the Hunt brothers were waging a losing financial war against the Federal Reserve, trying to protect their wealth from inflation emanating from New York banks, any way they could. The prices of oil and precious metals were convulsing. It was the ideal time for a stressed government to cut a few legal corners and make its entry into the ranch-stealing business.

Back then, I was just a child growing up in an upper-middle-class family with loose ties to the oil industry (just like almost everyone else in Texas/Oklahoma, it seemed) and with wealthy lawyers for a grandfather and great-uncle. My focus was on the emerging field of computers. I literally cared nothing about oil or farming or ranching. Today, I have every reason to believe that the Dees Ranch (ostensibly now part of the Waggoner Ranch) belongs to me. I am the eldest heir of the eldest heir of the eldest heir. And I say that without anyone in my family ever having admitted to knowing anything about it. But, by now, everyone involved (including all levels of government and the US military) has tacitly acceded to this, either by attacking me over it repeatedly for years and years, or by systematically bullshitting me as to its existence.

I'm not the only one who knows. Cornell sent a recruiter to my high school. And it was clear that he was there for me. He gave an elaborate presentation on their physics program, to me and perhaps four others. It wasn't a huge school. I knew everyone who was applying to the Ivy League. And I had a good idea of who was considering majoring in Physics. The others in attendance were mostly underclassmen. The idea of an elaborate physics program at an elite university was overkill, even for me. I never considered applying to Cornell, an agricultural school in New York. The mere idea of an Ivy League ag-school perplexed me. I was just an intelligent overachieving middle-class guy. My family ate cinnamon toast and salisbury steaks (to my disgust, but still). They wouldn't (and didn't) help me go to an expensive, elite college -- certainly not one that seemed tailor-made for the wealthy heirs of big-agriculture. The closest ties I had to big-agriculture, as far as I knew, were a pair of great-grandparents who worked an 80-acre farm well into old-age, in relative poverty. So I went to the University of Tulsa, where I was offered a generous scholarship, instead. Coincidentally (or not), the chair of the Physics department at TU, while I was there, was also a Cornell grad.

The most ridiculous part of the entire thing is that I had no idea the Dees Ranch existed until it was forcibly sold, two years ago, right as I left on a trip to an island in the middle of the Pacific. The Dees Ranch seems to be the central component of this entire conspiracy against me, and I had never even heard of it. The only hints I had were a few strange utterances made to me by my friends and co-workers, and a long list of oddities and coincidences surrounding my family. But that didn't matter. For twenty years (at least), the US government and military were happy to tax and attack me over property that I didn't even know existed. And they didn't even bother to point it out, either.

Amazingly, I did (somehow) manage to deduce the existence of the Dees Ranch, several years before finding it. Obviously, as I said, I've had suspicions for many years that something large was lurking out there. When my grandfather died, in 2007, there was a legal battle involving secret trusts that seemed to contain no actual assets. I steered completely clear of this. The judicial system could not be trusted to get this right, I concluded. And what I witnessed confirmed my fears: a cabal of lawyers and judges schemed and connived to lower the veil over my family. My mother was beside herself. Despite his leaving behind what seemed to be a pittance compared to his earnings and lifestyle, she was convinced that he had "millions of dollars" stashed away somewhere. I couldn't imagine where anyone could hide millions of dollars from both a contentious divorce (from my grandmother) and a probate court.

But I kept thinking about it over the years. At one point, I became interested in the concept of counties, and the fact that most (but not all) of them seem to have surnames. Dees is a unique enough name, so I searched for Dees County. No luck. Then I remembered that Texas has ranches the size of entire counties. And these have names also. So I searched for the Dees Ranch. What I found did not fit the bill: a patch of scrubland outside of El Paso. It contained no oil, and few cattle. It couldn't even support my grandfather, let alone my entire family. Until September of 2014, that was as far as I got.

The Dees Ranch is large enough to support thousands of Americans. It probably supports tens of thousands of foreigners. It is big enough that literally everyone I have ever had any meaningful interaction with could have been directly supported by my ranch that I didn't know existed. When I say that this is a conspiracy, or that I have lived it, or that it is difficult for me to recognize -- that is what I mean.

So, at this point, I believe that the creation of Bitcoin had something to do with an enormous land deal gone-wrong. It went so wrong, in fact, that it appears to have been designed to go wrong. It involves the Dees Ranch, and Pitcairn island. It involves Bill Gates, and Donald Trump, and the Kochs, and Stan Kroenke obviously. It involves the US military and several Federal agencies and agents. It has played out over the past several decades -- my entire life. I can't say when Bitcoin (as we now know it) became a part. But there is evidence that Bitcoin itself was planned long in advance of its release.

Last Updated on 06/30/17