A conversation between Matthew Ehret and MAthew Crawford
October, 2023

Words and Voice: Spartacus (Spartacasts 11,12,13)
Iceni.Substack.com
Audio Mixing: Gabriel
LibreSolutionsNetwork.Substack.com
Video Editing: Visceral Adventure
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Music
Risk - StudioKolomna
Out of Time - Daddy's Music
Power Play - Top-Flow-Production
What's Next SergePavkinMusic
Once and For All - Onoychenkomusic

A remote collaboration with Daisy Moses and kin
https://thcsofdaisymoses.substack.com
Video by Visceral Adventure
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Written and read by Margaret Anna Alice
https://margaretannaalice.substack.com
Video by Visceral Adventure
VisceralAdventure.Substack.com

Written, performed, and visuals by VisceralAdventure
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Words by Caitlin Johnstone
https://www.caitlinjohnst.one/

Voice and video by Visceral Adventure
https://VisceralAdventure.com

Words by Gary Sharpe
https://garysharpe.substack.com

Video by Visceral Adventure
https://VisceralAdventure.com

The Adverse Events featuring The Spike Girls return for another parody, this time about the failings of our current fiat system and a compilation of the internet's most dankest memes. Stay tuned for more money shenanigans. Happy Debt Ceiling Raise Day!

I work all night, I work all day
To pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad?
And still there never seems to be
A single penny left for me
I've been had

In Banker's dreams, they had a plan,
a facade I can't understand
The Def Reserve will make them mint
A substitute for government

PRRRRRRRRRINT!

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In a fiat world
Money, money, money
Always dummy
in the fiat world

Ah, all the things we could do
If e unite as a country
In a fiat world
In a fiat world

Print for Covid and Ukraine
Can this be something to sustain?
Or a money grab?

Could this all be set up to fail?
And at some point the Bankers bail?
I've been had
With CBDCs, I lose more
I'll have no cash, but a credit score
I'm more enslaved within the game
My life would never be the same

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In a fiat world
Money, money, money
Always dummy
in the fiat world

Ah, all the things we could do
If e unite as a country
It's a rich man's world

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In a fiat world
Money, money, money
Always dummy
in the fiat world

Ah, all the things we could do
If e unite as a country
In a fiat world
In a fiat world

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"I happen to think that the only way to ‘heal the divide’ is to just tell the truth. The whole traumatic, painful, disgraceful and inconvenient truth. No matter the price. Just tell the truth, Bobby. There’s no acceptable allegiance with those responsible for the death of your father and your uncle. Don’t dance around the CIA, even if your daughter is a part of the organization. Don’t tip toe around the war, even if your son went to fight for Ukraine. Don’t limbo for Rockefeller even if they paid for your campaign. Don’t tango with the technocracy, even if your involvement with Epstein takes you out of the running because decent moral human beings will not accept it. Just tell the truth. Change your slogans to ‘DELIVER THE TRUTH’ and do it unapologetically."

Sometimes it's worth digging into conspiracies that are wholesome and not nefarious. This video collaboration is based on words written by Isaac Middle and video editing by Visceral Adventure.
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The slings and arrows of misfortune in our era

Words by Gary Sharpe
GarySharpe.VisceralAdventure.com

Video and Audio by Visceral Adventure
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Inspired by Charles Eisenstein's latest essay. For more Charles Eisenstein:
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Well, technically it's satire because it's a parody that leans into criticism.

A collaboration with Mathew Crawford of Rounding the Earth

Words by Margaret Anna Alice
margaretannaalice.substack.com

Video by Visceral Adventure
VisceralAdventure.Substack.com

I ran into this post by Russell Blake and took the last three days to add some visuals to it (video above). My son narrated it because it seemed even more poignant from the mouth of babes. And it gave the two of us an opportunity to dissect words like ‘feudalism’ and ‘theist’ as part of his autonomous learning. His twin (who chose to try out an actual public elementary school this year) comes home to tell me that as part of his social studies class they watch the news. When I prodded to ask which station, he responded: “CNN or something like that.” We are indoctrinating our kids one way or another. Let’s hope we offer them a lens as wide as possible so instead of going to the polls where they need to choose between what they consider to be the lesser of two evils, we can show them the game is rigged so they figure out how it can be stopped from being played.

Lyrics and Mix by Air Lift Underground
Performance and Video by Visceral Adventure

Well you can talk all you want about Jonas Salk
Those Pharma fans stretched around the block
The signal’s loud and we've been warned
Been poked and jabbed since we were born
They say it's alright, it's O.K.
We'll all just look the other way
Somehow try to comprehend
How the New York Times can just pretend

Whether you're an anchor or whether you're a banker
You're sayin' a lie
Sayin a lie
The narrative is breakin' but everybody's quakin'
They're sayin' a lie
Sayin' a lie
Ah ah ah ah sayin’ a lie, sayin’ a lie
Ah ah ah ah sayin’ a lie

Oh around the clock…

The stats go low and the stats go high
But whichever way you must comply
Got a dirty mask stuck on my shoe
And the nurses dancing in the ICU
It's all night, it's all day
You'll never live the same old way
Such a strange new fashion trend
For the new world order's not your friend

Whether you're an anchor or whether you're a banker
You're sayin' a lie
Sayin a lie
The narrative is breakin' but the media’s still fakin'
They're sayin' a lie
Sayin' a lie
Ah ah ah ah sayin’ a lie, sayin’ a lie
Ah ah ah ah sayin’ a lie

It’s germ warfare, but they won’t tell me
No, they won’t tell me
They’re sayin’ a lie…

Well, you can tell by the way they interlock
It’s not a simple plan, it’s awe and shock
Panicked crowd and I could have sworn
It was a different world where I was born
But it’s alright, it’s okay
I have got a different way
Listen to the Twitter-banned
Leave the New York Times in the garbage can

I’m taking Ivermectin, and I’m stayin’ alive
Staying alive
Whether you’re infected or want to stay protected
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah ah staying alive

It’s germ warfare, but they won’t tell me-
No, they won’t tell me…

They’re not rare, don’t try to tell me-
Don’t try to tell me…

Whether you're an anchor or whether you're a banker
You're sayin' a lie
Sayin a lie
The narrative is breakin and when we all awaken
We’re seein’ the lie
Seein' the lie
Ah ah ah ah seein’ the lie, seein’ the lie
Ah ah ah ah seein’ the lie…

It’s germ warfare, but they won’t tell me-
No, they won’t tell me…

They’re not rare, don’t try to tell me-
Don’t try to tell me…

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Words by Caitlin Johnstone
https://caitlinjohnstone.substack.com/

Video by Visceral Adventure
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Lyrics:
Hello Darkest MSM,
I’ve come to face you once again,
Because the horrors steadily streaming,
Grew seeds of fear while I was sleeping,
And the nightmares you planted in my brain,
Were sustained,
When you silenced science.

In quarantine I walked alone
Down the halls of my own home
In the halo of a zoom call
I wore a mask ‘cause I was in their thrall
Then my mind was stabbed with a thought of its own free will
I tried until
I understood the science

And on the evening news I saw
Ten million people, maybe more
People jabbing without thinking
People aping without listening
People spewing hate that famous voices shared
But no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
That silence like a cancer grows
Learn the science that it might teach you
Do the math that it might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of pseudo-science

And the people bowed and prayed
To the CoVid god they made
And the Science shouted its warning
In the findings that it was forming
And I found that "The words of the prophets are written in Substack mail and Twitter jail, and echo against the silence.

Sounds of Silenced Science is a salute to all of those who found their own path, while sometimes walking alone through a maze of information and disinformation. It is a solid tribute to those who possessed the confidence to methodically question reality presented from without, but who knew another truth arising from within. We raise a toast to science, as this questioning is its fundamental definition, and the individual trust in this science, multiplied by many, is what united us, and ultimately, at least temporary, saved us from an eternity of lock-downs.

The Adverse Events featuring The Spike Girls might have been born out of good fun, but doesn't life usually tell you you're on the right track if even hard work comes by effortlessly? Thanks to four special ladies for the delightful collaboration.

“When truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie.”
― Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The original upload of this video got banned on YouTube. Thanks to a few key people, it found itself in front of many eyeballs for which I'm grateful. I'll be posting all third rail content on alternative media channels. You can find me most active on VisceralAdventure.Substack.com

Back in 2020 (which seems like a different lifetime), I was fortunate enough to not have anyone close to me get diagnosed with covid and die soon after from/with it. But through the course of the year, the circle of who got sick closed in and I even saw a post or two on social media about a friend’s dad or mom whose death was amplified as a warning to all: the elderly and the really sick people are dying, and so we must do everything we can to stop that from happening, this is a grade A emergency, damnit.

And then, this year rolled around and not a day goes by that I don’t see a tribute post or an obituary, except they are, for the most part, of people who are quite young. And then there are the athletes. And the movie stars. And the public personas. And the politicians. And their kids. There’s cancer, and a wallop of overdoses and lots of suicides, and then there’s SADS: Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome or more commonly known as Sudden Adult Death Syndrome. And that’s just awfully analogous to SIDS, a still mysterious condition, the likes of which have infants tragically dying while they sleep. Incredulously, we’ve come to terms with the fact that, sometimes, ‘nature’ (?) unexpectedly and without a warning terminates a healthy baby. But until this year, I had never heard of SADS. I never knew that this could also happen to a young healthy adult. While they sleep.

How long before SADS becomes as normal as SIDS? Before we all notice that the surges happen around specific milestones and can be prevented only if one slept in the correct sleeping position? Or have we already normalized it? Endemic SADS. Maybe we can rename it SEADS. What’s it gonna end up taking to break our collective camel’s back?

Two yeas ago, iatrogenic deaths were the third leading cause of death in America. What’s the over/under on that rating this year?