Brian’s Column: Dean S. Hazel, RIP

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The world loses a unique freedom-cause-oriented human being

Dean Hazel, b. April 12, 1952; d. November 05, 2020, Wyandotte, Michigan. He maintained a Facebook page. His most recent posts are from 2016. He was living in an apartment in Clare, Michigan, for some years.

I found out from his mother that he died, when she sent to me a Christmas card—in response to my card to Dean. I stayed in touch with him, sent him a card at Christmases, and this year it must have been only a few days before he died (November 5) I called him on the phone.

Brings back a lot of memories of those days in the 70s, 80s, into the 90s even. Just the whole “tax rebellion movement,” the Libertarian Party and my activity in the party with my wife at the time, Rose et al, the recalls of state senators for passing tax increases in Michigan. I’ll immediately include his autobiography statement from the Facebook page:

About Dean

I have dedicated my life to America’s struggle to keep and regain her freedom from the unseen hand of the corporatist state. I was a founder in 1979 of “We The People A.C.T., A Club of Concerned Citizens” and consider myself to still be a friend of Irwin Schiff, the father of Peter Schiff. It was in the 1980 election that I personally learned of Ron Paul. It was the following year when I actually spoke to him by phone. At the time I had taken a strong position that the Federal Income Tax was being unconstitutionally applied, not that it was unconstitutional in and of itself! I understand that the event even made the London Times in England. See: http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20078970,00.html

I am a jack of all trades, but currently black listed by fraud and slander as was my dear friend and fellow We The People A.C.T. club member, Robert Walsh, the son of a Holocaust survivor. See: http://occupytheparties.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Union-Paper-Labor-Notes.pdf

In 2004 I and five others founded The American Federation of Whiggs. I am still the chairman of that enterprise intended to change the so-called parties from within or replace them all together as they appear to just be two faces on a bad coin.

http://brianrwright.com/Coffee_Coaster/06_Guest/2008/Guest_PDF/What%20is%20a%20Whigg%20Essay%20Rev.%20I,%20MMX.pdf

I currently attend as many meetings that I can afford to go to and am the host of the Monroe County Breakfast Club (formerly the Monroe County Republican Breakfast Club), which currently meets once a month at Anson’s Pizza, Pasta, Grill and Pub, in Carleton, Monroe County, Michigan at 10 o’clock in the morning until noon, on the second Saturday of each month.

I write when I can and my Libertarian friend and former Republican Brian Wright secures my copyright by posting them on his Website: www.TheCoffeeCoaster.com.

My introduction to the Republican Party and true conservatism was in 1980 by the late Richard Durant of Grosse Pointe Farms, Michigan and his friends who were members of We The People A.C.T. at that time. Throughout the ’50s and ’60s, Durant remained active in politics, particularly working to broaden the base of the Republican Party and encouraging young people to understand and get involved in politics and the ideas underlying the workings of a free society. I intend to carry that work on. Continue reading →

Stonebeam 17. Covtardia by Way of Cadillac

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Story Shot 17, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 17 December 2020

Another example of how covtardia[1] magnifies bad behavior.

I should have let this one go, but my writer-ego can’t resist.

To begin with, as a bona fide covtardia victim—I lost my good medtech-driver job because I refused to wear a mask inside the van—my stand on science and principle cost me ~$500 a month, which helped me to pay, you know, bills.

A retired golf buddy and cause-devotee of mine told me about his part time job as what they call a “dealer trade driver,” so I call around to sales managers in dealerships near me. Turns out, the local Cadillac sales manager—let’s call him Harry—does have a need.

We chat for a while and I show up next day to talk turkey. He gives me an idea of what the job entails, mainly shuttling Caddys from and to about 60 dealerships in a 200-mile radius. Sure, I’ll do it, 15 to 20 hours per week, I tell him. Harry says, “We need your driving record, too. These are $50,000-dollar automobiles.” Makes sense.

Trouble is my official driving record is maintained by our World-Famous-and-Now-‘Covid’-Slowed-to-Below-Crawl-Speed Secretary of State and I’ll have to go to a branch office to pick it up. “No probbem,” I say, “I’ll head over there right now.”

It’s on Beck Road in Wixom, maybe 10 miles away. Harry assures me that SOS doesn’t need an appointment for this kind of transaction. Yippee! [It sure did when I needed my eye test for license renewal: My birthday’s in mid-July, I call July 1, get my place in line in late September. Masks, distancing, you know the standard sheep drill.] Continue reading →

Stonebeam 16. Thrive and FLOW, a Modest Proposal

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Story Shot 16, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 07 December 2020

Or vice versa. The Thrive I’m speaking of is the umbrella movement for world peace and liberty, seeded by Foster and Kimberly Gamble with two remarkable videos

In addition to the distinctively scientific approach to what exists and what might exist—for a thriving planet—the Thrive understanding includes a sharp analysis of what Foster calls the Global Domination Agenda (GDA)… and loosely identifies those behind it, let’s call them the Global Crime Syndicate (GCS) or simply ‘the Syndicate.’

We have to point out the barnacles on the ass of human progress that interfere with our vision of a better world. When I do so to my special normie[1] friends—say, 5G or GMOs or vaccines—they say, “Brian, you’re so negative!”

Occupational hazard, I guess, to tackle the wrongdoers; that’s why I like the inherently positive view that the Thrive movement holds up: a bright shining light dispelling the darkness. Please refer to my #5 Stonebeam (under thecoffeecoaster.com | Stones).

My own contribution is a cultivation philosophy and practice known as FLOW.

I put together a short four-minute launch video [FundRazr.com/FLOWFellowship] that gives you the lowdown. Indeed, raising and sharing FLOW is my life’s purpose.

The idea itself I’ve had for nearly a decade. From the original three-panel brochure the notion was to bring people together in mutual self-help as a community of Independents[2]… much like the Christian (Lutheran) church congregation of my own experience in a middle America town of the 1950s. With these distinctions:

  • Cultivating independent consciousness: honoring, not worshiping, great souls
  • Providing spiritual and social foundation for each person’s reasoning ability
  • Encouraging each individual’s rise into Being via fellowship of kindred souls
  • Nourishing rooted principles for living a good life in harmony with the Field

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Stonebeam 15. Diamond Jack

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Story Shot 15, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 03 December 2020

Was writing a Christmas note to a friend of mine, Jack, and it went like this:

“Was going to call you Diamond Jack after one of the more colorful personalities in my Gentleman’s Drinking Club of Oakland County back in the ‘80s and ‘90s. [But I doubt you’re feeling like much more than an ordinary stone w/ the modern medicine-man treatments. (My friend, ‘Author’ Jack, has been taking radiation treatments.)]

“His real name was Jack <strong Irish surname>. I could write a long short story on this neon guy w/a heart of gold—even a novelette.

“He played the ponies. Michigan doesn’t have full horse-racing but does have a harness track in Northville, about four miles from me.

“So happens Jack was friends with my soon-to-be lady-boss’s boyfriend, and the couples—Jack and his wife, Clark and my soon-to-be-boss Cathy—were at the this Northville Downs that Jack and Clark liked to frequent. I had told Jack one night over at our club (EG Nicks of West Bloomfield) that my GM-EDS documentation group had just given me the bum’s rush outbound on a contract.

“Well, Cathy happened to be head of documentation for a an EDI (electronic data interchange—paperless business transactions software—which was just coming into its own in the early ‘90s) firm in Livonia… and the rest is history. Next week I’m working for her at $30/hour, a good rate at that time for technical writers.”

“Jack had represented me as literally the ‘best techwriter in history.’

“Jack wore more gold bracelets and necklaces than Vegas’ Elvis, whom he idolized… and actually resembled. He pounded his vodkas on the rocks like orange juice, and died a few years after I got the job—in his 50s as I recall. Apparently dead broke.

“He went out with a bang and always had a kind word for everyone.” Continue reading →

Stonebeam 14. The Emperor’s New Clothes—2d ‘Little Boy’

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Story Shot 14, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 27 November 2020

“The Emperor is naked.
‘‘Covid’ is a complete Fraud with a
capital F.”

The news conference hailed from a live feed on the MLive corporate media network outlet in Owosso, Michigan. The room filled with several anxious mask-muffled reporters and story editors rustling about in a stupefied state as Dr. Nathan Welles, radical new head of the Michigan Health and Human Services Department rolled on.

First, Welles cited the recent news conference from reelected President Donald Trump’s lead medical advisor, Dr. Charles Atlas, who had just last night listed virtually the identical items he was about to affirm locally here. “Think of me as the Second Little Boy in the classic fable, ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes.’[1] I’m only reiterating what Dr. Atlas stated from the White House last night. Here’s the list:”

  • “Covid was always a black operation, not a disease.
  • “Preplanned at the highest levels of the Global Crime Syndicate (GCS).
  • “World Economic Forum, UN Agenda 21/30, WHO, ChiComs, the usual suspects.
  • “No SARS CoV-2 ‘virus’ (“sole-cause of COVID-19 disease”) ever identified.
  • “Fully contrived (by device-set # of cycles) false-positive ‘cases’ by the PCR test.
  • “90% of cases asymptomatic or mild cold symptoms from ‘non-novel’ origins.
  • “Obscuring real causes of extreme symptoms via intentional poisoning.
  • “Widely targeted toxins—esp. 5G, pollution, vaccines, GMOs—depop agenda.
  • “Extreme symptoms cured readily 99%, proper use hydroxychloroquine-zinc (HCQ).
  • “Perps slipped up forgetting HCQ-zinc; other solid therapies-cures emerge.
  • “All cures suppressed in lieu of killer-zombie vax (KZV)—mandatory, universal.
  • “Full censorship regime planned via cyberwarfare program of ‘Great Reset’.
  • “Universal masking essential for psy warfare herd-mind submission to agenda.
  • “No reason masks—per early CDC, WHO, US Surgeon General—except control.
  • “Masks pose serious body-and-mind harms, the more they are worn.
  • “Strategy: If people wear masks for no reason, they’ll submit to KZV same.
  • “Lockdown: trade one’s humanity for a pot of porridge (BK Whopper with fries).
  • “End game: from perps’ perspective, is Armageddon for the submissives.
  • “Meaning end of them, too… since perp tapeworm is parasitic organism.

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Stonebeam 13: Christmas Branches (2019)

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Story Shot 13, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 26 November 2020

In keeping with the spirit of the season and the fine, fitting work of one Jack Kline, late-bloomer raconteur extraordinaire, I’m going to condense a review from my thecoffeecoaster.com site of Christmas Branches.[1] Then I’ll resume my politically incorrect personal musings, with as light a touch as possible in our covtardian[2] times.

Jack has assembled thirteen short stories from his imagination and family experience that capture the essence of Christmas… and its intertwined holy day and ‘holiday’ aspects. Christmas Branches is a welcome addition in our time to the classic literature of the season.

Kline’s writing career was presaged by the first story he ever wrote, as an assignment in the ninth grade. It was about Santa Claus saving a man from frozen death in a Christmas Eve blizzard… which became, in 2008, “Only a Christmas Story.”  That piece came one year after he wrote “Naming Christmas,” a splendid resolution of Jack’s recalled insensitivity, as a 13-year-old, to his dad’s feelings about “not getting the right tree,” for the family occasion.

“The bug had bitten. Each year since I have gifted my family a new story. A few have since been published, including “Christmas with the Pack” in the United Kingdom’s Prole magazine. All of them up through 2018 are included in this collection.

“Why Christmas Branches as the title?

“Decorated evergreens were originally part of pagan celebrations of Winter Solstice. Gradually, particularly during Queen Victoria’s reign in England, evergreens became integral in the Christian observation of Christmas. Each story in this volume is intended to be a branch of the overarching Christmas story—a story of joy, giving, faith, and love.

“I hope readers feel how much I love Christmas and the magical feeling it engenders, both religious and secular. Some of these stories do not directly relate to the reason for the holiday, but they show warmth and generosity that are part of the season. And some reflect more directly on the birth of Christ, including an unusual visit to Bethlehem at the time Joseph went up from the town of Nazareth.

“May these stories enhance your joy of this most special season.

“Merry Christmas,

“Jack” Continue reading →

Stonebeam 12. Rhapsody

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Story Shot 12, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 24 November 2020

It’s the second book in the Philip Morris, private eye, series by late-bloomer prodigy Jack Kline. In Phil’s first big case, captured in But Not for Me[1]—for titles Kline likes suggestive tunes of the times (1930s, Kansas City)—Phil builds his business on an investigation into the missing son of city machine kingpin Tom Holloway. Holloway also has a beautiful daughter who proves to be something of a siren… and a quandary for the struggling-to-make-his-mark, yet thoughtfully confident, Mr. Morris.

Plenty of interplay with local Sicilian and Irish mob figures and assorted henchmen strongly suggesting that Phil look into other things. On the side, we get to be there for a prize fight, with a blow-by-blow account that puts you at ring side. At the end of it all, there’s a showdown that leaves Phil with some wounds to body and psyche, and a mixed reputation about town. One thing, he’s an excellent shot… even with a couple of ‘shots’ in him.

Rhapsody starts out lyrically. The second big case shows twists and turns from the gitgo—the case itself (we even have a house that many think is inhabited by ghosts), who is he, where’s his love life going, why’s he falling off the wagon after months of abstinence motivated by Case 1? From the Rhapsody back cover:

In 1935, Kansas City detective Phil Morris receives a call from candy heiress Cynthia Stuart. She claims Millbrook Chocolates, her dead father’s business, is hemorrhaging money. In addition, tenants leasing her childhood home believe the old Stuart house is haunted. Cynthia wants Phil and his team to investigate the loss of company funds and odd occurrences at her former home. Continue reading →