The Two Spies Report

The Christian "Minority Report" from J. Michael Bennett, Ph.D, Emeritus Producer of the Future Quake Radio Show, and Author of Two Masters and Two Gospels, Vol. 1: The Teaching of Jesus Vs. the "Leaven of the Pharisees" in Talk Radio and Cable News

Month: August, 2015

Blast From The Past: Joe Friday Defends Police Brutality to the Hippies and Blacks

As I said in the blog description, I have a soft spot for culture from the 60s to early 80s, be it a “good ol’ boy” country music song from the 60s about hippies and the war, to this gem from the 1969 edition (the season premier) of the iconic TV series Dragnet.  It focuses on Detectives Friday and Gannon being asked to defend police brutality and profiling on a controversial, confrontational TV show, and it is a classic (the Hulu link should play, but you might have to sit through a commercial):

Hulu: Dragnet 1969 E1 – Public Relations

For you youngsters out there, Dragnet became one of the early mega-hits on TV in the 50s, lasting for eight seasons and making star Jack Webb a TV mover and shaker.  He became, post WWII, the quintessential defender of the “Greatest Generation” and its values, warning of the risk of Commies taking over our towns in many works, and defending the actions of authoritarian figures such as the military and cops, and the “American Way”.  He brought back Dragnet for what I feel is its most interesting era, in early color from 1967 to 1970, probably because it was TV gold monetarily, but also I suspect because he was worried about the emerging “hippie culture” and youth movement that was really impacting his home town of Los Angeles.  He starts each show with some iconic words about “carrying a badge” and the virtues of LA – with its recurring elements, such as the “bad guys” being sentenced at the end in some type of police line up, becoming iconic and being parodied on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and elsewhere (Dan Ackroyd also did a spot-on impression of Joe Friday in the 1980s movie Dragnet).  His first show of 1967, “The LSD Story”, has some of the most classic engagement scenes between square oldsters of the establishment, and “flower children” and junkies, as caricatured by his older generation as he wrote their parts.  It is must-see TV for fans of unintended satire.  Jack Webb, and his character of Joe Friday, is THE archetype of that generation and those who ran the Establishment, with views and characteristics for better or for worse.

In the episode I linked above, Friday and his partner Gannon get roped into defending the cops on a confrontational show that must have emulated the 1960s Los Angeles “Joe Pyne Show” (with episodes itself you should watch on Youtube), which became a confrontational forerunner of the “Morton Downey, Jr.  Show” and Jerry Springer.  They get ambushed in debate by a hippie (played by the great Howard Hesseman, later to achieve fame as “Johnny Fever” in WKRP In Cincinnati), a leftist human rights professor, and blacks, Hispanics and others from the poor neighborhoods who hurl questions to them about police brutality and profiling.  Joe Friday makes an eloquent and heart-rending appeal on behalf of the beat cop, but never really addresses tangibly how to solve the problems they cite.  Although it is obvious these antagonists are stereotyped by Jack Webb through the lens he saw them through when he wrote their parts, the debate shows that the issues have NOT changed in the last half century, and even this contrived debate is more eloquent than what we see in the public sector today (at least they had a dialogue, and acknowledged the problems then; how would today’s Religious Right and conservatives be accurately portrayed in such as show?).

Hope you enjoy this as much as I did, and I look forward to your comments!

P.S. As a bonus, a Youtube link to “The LSD Story” is here:



The Five Pillars of My Disconcerting View of My American Christian Brethren Today

Some of my Christian friends think that I may be a little too critical these days of my fellow American Christians and paint with too broad of a brush, and they may think that I need to focus on my own spiritual inadequacies and shortcomings.  They may well be right; I certainly criticize Christian behavior for which I myself have been guilty, and neglect important Christian work and ministry I should be about right now.  It is easy to be a critic, and sit in the “seat of scoffers” as a judge and spectator, while others are “in the arena”.

Having said that, while I have been raised in the “bullseye” of the Bible Belt both culturally and geographically, and benefitted from its solid Christian worldview foundation and been blessed by its security, hope and sacrificial love from others toward me, I have been developing some type of angst or unsettled gut feeling about the culture itself, and how it expresses itself in some of its most “edgy” manifestations such as the “culture war”, political interactions and even Bible prophecy/foreign policy popular perspectives.  This “symptom” has emerged ever since I began opening my mind to asking long-overdue questions and finally considering long-disregarded perspectives in the midst of my Future Quake radio show production era (which shows the blessing from even considering the “far out” topics such as Nephilim, UFOs and conspiracy topics then, if only as an essential mental exercise in free thinking).  I need to reassure my fellow Christian leaders that I have not been shaken at all in regard to my committment to Jesus Christ or His teachings, or that of His apostles as expressed in the Bible; if anything, they have only become more solidified and in focus, which has ironically made them a central cause of my recent misgivings, particularly when I see so much now of my accepted “Christian culture” that does not line up with them.  In a way I am catching up to younger Christians with far less experience as practicing Christians, and with a far smaller and more recent “cloud of witnesses” than I have been blessed to marinate in for over fifty years; in other words, my re-thinking is long overdue, and I have much to account for in this age of readily-available information and perspectives, if we only pursue them.  

Future Quake listeners know that I began to ask some of these questions, often spurred by the guests of the week, news stories we discussed, the comments of my wise hosts Emmett and Tom Bionic, and even emails sent from listeners.  I have also been blessed to be influenced by a circle of “merry men”, such as Adam Sayne at Conspirinormal, Tim and Andrew at Revelation Radio News, Chris White, other friends like “Paul from Texas” and particularly frequent guest (and mentor) Robert Heid of the Sycamore Three blog. One of my problems in this vein is to take all this disparate information and thoughts over the years and in the future and somehow “corral” it into some type of lucid and constructive framework and line of thinking; I read once that a measure of “genius” was “the ability to see relationships”, which can also be “cause and effect”, I suppose.  The effort over the last several years of trying to write a coherent and organized book series The Holy War Chronicles – A Spiritual View of the War on Terror has helped somewhat in that regard, by necessity (in fact, I recommend the process to everyone), and in some way it touches on many if not all of the topics of my concerns, and disciplines me to express it logically and clearly (at least as a goal).  I also will write brief (sometimes longer) position papers on related topics or new ways of considering them, and share them with my friends like those mentioned above – I am now going to try to express such ideas in this blog directly, to everyone, and hope they know that sometimes they are just “bits of undercooked potato” and temporary insanity that I will deny any association with later, and always just exercises in “thinking out loud”.  However, in many respects they are still scattershot and not sculpted into a framework to identify important associations.

I am now going to take the first “kick at the can” in this vein, and now express an idea of such a framework I blurted out to my good friend Robert Heid when he dropped into town to visit yesterday, with a little more amplification I derived in the wee hours of last night.  It is certainly inadequate and hopefully will at least jump-start a conversation on the topic – you can’t sculpt a masterpiece until you throw a hunk of clay up there, can you?  I am attempting to categorize the basic categories of my beefs or disconcerting subjects into five “pillars” for the time being.  I chose “five pillars” because I can view them as five in number, I thought it was clever, and it is a playful poke at my brethren in the “anti-sharia” crowd.  Here’s my first crack at identifying the five broad “pillars” of my concerns (I also want to remind the reader that I know many Christians are not culpable for the attitudes I will reveal as being commonplace in the community in my perspective, including the far-sighted leaders in my own church and close friends of mine):

  1.  Lack of Empathy:  I see a widespread lack of empathy in many Christians today, particularly in their conspicuous public leadership as well as rank and file, which is sad since i see this as essential to being an effective disciple and witness for Christ.  They are so easily led by their leaders to distrust anyone slightly different from them – even those who also profess Christ as well – and assign to them the worst (and usually unproven, or even unevidentiated) motives.  They cannot even see the merits, much less exhibit the ability, of seeing the world and its events, and in particular the interpretation of the acts of Christians, through the eyes and perspectives of those raised in a different spiritual, geographic, ideological or ethnic culture.  They are in such a rush to prove the “superiority” of their cultural views that they run roughshod over others.  I don’t think most of them that I know have ever known was it felt like to be a minority in some sense – racially, ethnically or culturally – in a society with a hostile majority, and the vulnerability it produces, and sometimes radical actions in desperate reactions.  They do not, and care not to know what it feels like “in another’s shoes”, unlike Jesus with the Samaritan Woman and other Gentiles, or Paul appealing from a Greek mindset on Mars Hill.  Just a few minutes to intentionally try to view things from the “enemy”‘s view could accomplish much to calm physical or verbal hostilities, maintain a constructive dialogue and promote societal tranquility.
  2. No Ability of Self-Introspection: I know I have dwelt in this tent many times, as it stands strong in its assurance of its “rightness” and in the ability to point out the inadequacy in others, particularly camps with different views.  It seems to not have the desire or ability to look inward at its own motives and blind spots, or myopia of what is going on.  It does not consider the “dirty laundry” of its own history, be it the nation of the United States, the Christian community there or its leadership and actions, its religious denomination or political party, or even ethnic culture.  It cannot see the “beam” of its own culture and “debts” it owes others that have not been paid, and for which restitution is probably the remedy to re-secure God’s blessings in our communities, but sadly being a recipe never considered by “proud” Americans.  If we could only do this after learning what the West has done to the Middle East and its inhabitants over the last century or more, I am certain that it would greatly enhance peace and prosperity for all parties, regardless what the doom-and-gloom “Bible prophecy crowd” (I say lamentably as a life-long “prophecy buff”) and Christian Zionists of every stripe allege.
  3. A Disdain For Quality Research, Reading and Diverse Education:  I suspect this problem can at least be traced back to the 1925 Monkey Scopes Trial, or even the Church and Galileo.  In circumstances like the Scopes debacle, the Christian community, rather than revisiting what views for which they truly needed to “circle the wagons” around while being creative and open-minded in how to interact and converse with others, chose rather to adopt a “siege mentality” and become totally inward looking, and viewing with suspicion, fear and/or paranoia everyone on the outside, and any thoughts or views they might have. As a classically-trained scientist and seriously practicing Christian myself, I am often embarrassed to see the foolish and uninformed ways that Christian groups lash out at others – even those groups who have their own blind spots and mal intents as well at times, I admit.  I did not recognize this so much until recently, but now I understand other Christian professors, professionals and “thinkers” who would cringe when the fundamentalists would pontificate on subjects for which they knew little to nothing legitimate about.  It is easy to ridicule American Indians who were afraid that photographs would “steal their souls” or similar things in other cultures, yet not see it in one’s own.  Other Christians have long criticized the Catholic Church for its persecution of Galileo for his assertion that the Earth circled the Sun, yet now it is making the rounds in other Christian circles that the earth is flat (I wonder if this is perpetuated by God to show how ludicrous some Christian communities have become, like Donald Trump and his embracement by much of the Religious Right).  See how many Christian schools teach hard sciences and careers such as engineering and medicine – I assume most of these schools are content to consign members of these communities to Hell, and refuse to send bright Christians to interact with them.  I routinely lament even close Christian friends who have no attention spans to read serious Christian, much less secular literature that espouses important ideas that exercise the mind.  I find that many Christians I know do not want to be “bored” with reading any literature that considers a topic for more than a few pages, yet while they do not want to take the time to study an issue and its history from various perspectives, they are more than willing to invest time getting “educated” from talk radio and its Christian variants, as well as take time to frequently (and LOUDLY) express their draconian views against others based upon hearsay and unsubstantiated accusations, and reflect the same mindset at the ballot box.  The Christian book stores of today are candy stores of intellectual and spiritual “bubble gum” by and large, with little regard for history, citations of others’ works and ideas from those outside their own myopic spheres.  And they wonder why the world does not respect them any more!  Hint, hint – the disrespect has nothing to do with Jesus or the BIble!
  4. No Concern For The Impact Their Pursuits Have On Others:  Many Christians (mostly right wing, I must recognize) love to “talk tough” as “macho” Christians, particularly in political rallies, or when co-opting America’s military to bolster their own reputations and agendas.  In reality, most of them are “cowards”, and would never speak so brashly and threateningly if they did not have a military funded by a budget roughly greater than the next ten nations in the world combined behind it; they would never dream of going to meet with Muslim leaders in Iran or elsewhere (even their own communities) to have constructive talks and “listening tours”, like good old Saint Francis.  They use euphemisms like a “strong America” and “American leadership” to represent “gunboat diplomacy” to enforce the will of America (and in particular its corporations) on the other peoples of the world, without regard for their wishes or interests, as a true expression of “social Darwinism” while consigning its sole dangers to its perspective on the origins of our planet long ago.  It likewise embraces social Darwinism in the economic realm in an “anything goes” environment where exploitation of those economically vulnerable are exploited routinely, with no mention by most of the Church, unlike the majority of God’s teaching through Jesus and the Old Testament prophets.  They do not care if the poor do not get justice in the courts, the “thumbs are on the scales” in the marketplace against them, or how they suffer in any other way.  They promote the use of gas-guzzling vehicles as a blatant expression of contempt for God’s creation, while the majority of the world cannot afford such scarce energy resources to refrigerate their food and medicines.  To them, “sustainability” is a “four letter word”, and they promote feel-good patriotic wars that run up unpayable national debts on their children and grandchildren.  How can American Christians say they “love their neighbor”?  When will they start asking questions when they promote their various views – “Who pays as a result?”
  5. A Lack of Duty to Be Their Brother’s Keeper:  Christians here in America, by and large, seem to take the perspective of Cain, and show ambivalence to the suffering and persecution of others, as long as it is not them.  They don’t mind who is “left behind” (maybe the “rapture mentality” helps undergird this?).  They have adopted the view from their 30 minute daily committment to the issues from Rush and Hannity during their commute and Fox News over dinner that the “poor” are all “lazy, dope and sex addicted, child creating, welfare abusing” burdens on society and humanity – even if many come from homes with no father or any positive role models, or unsafe schools.  They don’t care if people in Iraq or Afghanistan are thrown into Gitmo without trials or evidence, or legal representation, or kept there for years because the government admits they have no evidence on them, the release of which would expose.  They do not care about people of low mental aptitude who are exploited in FBI-generated “terror stings” as harmless people who never originally intended any harm, to be incarcerated next to some peaceful dudes who were found with some joints in their car.  They are ambivalent or skeptical that blacks or others in low income neighborhoods are profiled and scared that they will be victims of police abuse even when they are minding their own business, nor seem to care that police forces have invested many millions of dollars in “less than lethal” technologies like Tasers, and then seem reticent to use them on those they decide they need to “take down”, like guys selling individual cigarettes.  They do not care about the rights of those with whom they differ – Muslims, gays, atheists, etc. – and don’t care if they have Christian views shoved in their face, but if they in turn receive the most modest of push back, the Christian majority shrieks and yells “Christian persecution!” at the top of their lungs.  Can they be surprised when no one is listening?  Will they always leave up to the secularists, government or those in cults to minister to people in need, while they are busy “soul winning” door to door?                            

There you go – Mike’s “Five Pillars” of Discontent.  Don’t be surprised to read many of my beefs in the months ahead to be related to one or more of these; in fact, I might just cite the pertinent “pillar” when commenting on them!  I may decide to add a few more if I think of them later, but I sure hate to mess up the elegant “five pillars”, don’t you think?

P.S. For all the exhausted readers of this new blog – most of the entries will be nowhere NEAR this long (particularly the goofy ones!)

Welcome To An Experiment in Conversation With Mike Bennett

Dear New Reader (and friend),

My name is J. Michael Bennett (usually known as simply “Mike”, “Doctor Future”or just “Hey idiot, get out of my way!”).  Many know me by the strange name “Doctor Future” for a curious radio show called Future Quake that I hosted in recent years.  You can find out more about me in the page “Who Is Mike Bennett?” linked at the top of this blog.  For initial voyagers catching this inaugural entry here, the following as a “quick and dirty” summary of who I am, followed by the purposes of this blog project.

I was raised in a blue collar family in a lower income section on the outskirts of downtown Louisville, Kentucky, in a 1920’s era home in which my father (born in 1931) was raised.  He was a machinist for International Harvester (a “real job” with “real skills”, unlike me), belonged to a union, picketed when called, and lost his job when the factory closed in the early 1980s, choosing to live simply for his remaining days rather than relocating (his lack of obsession on a work career as his identity must have rubbed off on me).  My mother worked on and off full or part-time in the office at the elementary school across the street.  I was blessed to have a father home every night (rather than traveling like many fathers), although due to our somewhat frugal circumstances he was usually busy with his head under the hood of the many cars in our driveway, keeping them running, or odd jobs around the house (additional skills I didn’t pick up from him).  Mom and Dad raised me faithfully in the Christian faith, and we attended the same small Southern Baptist church my parents help start as congregants (my dad served as a deacon for most of my upbringing).

Our dinner table was not filled with phony spiritual discussions like in the Christian movies these days (rather discussing gross topics, telling jokes or having my older brother or sister picking on me (or vice versa) to get my father to laugh), but my folks demonstrated their faith by their faithful church attendance, faithfulness to each other and their kids, service at church and helping those in hospitals and nursing homes – a lost art in today’s crowd.  I particularly remember Dad writing that tithe check every week before church, even when I know money was tight.  Their lifestyle of Christian love was what stuck with me much more than words.  I think my sister and I spent most of our growing years in the funeral home (my brother (twelve years older than me) always seemed to be somewhere else), and I guess cadavers were our regular companions, in a way.

My Dad was always my image of what God the Father was like – slow to speak or judge, infinitely patient, and not self-serving; it was always amazing that he picked the piece of candy that none of us kids liked. Dad has the kind of calmness that makes him excel at golf (even hitting a number of strokes under his age numerous times, a very rare feat), and at parenting (he never tried brain surgery, to my knowledge).  Dad always knew what to do, and seemed to do it right every time (or knew how to keep it quiet when he didn’t); I remember once when he wanted to cut a slot in a vertical wooden pole in a pole barn to attach a horizontal timber above our heads, and grabbed a chainsaw and eyeballed where to cut the slot, and when we put it in place, of course it was perfectly level.  When we picked up a wooden board together (which honestly I helped him very little), I always went the opposite direction he was going; that tells you how helpful I was.  Dad tried his best to show me how to be a responsible man that meets his duties; he was only marginally successful with me, but how messed up I would have been without him!  Mom always told me that I was “special” (I guess moms are good at that), and encouraged me to do creative things that may have even seemed silly to my dad, like writing my own comic strips and comic books when I was four years old and older, or doing dramatic plays and the like.  Mom and I shared a love of 99 cent Totinos pizzas and professional wrestling on Saturday mornings in Louisville; we would even practice “drop kicking” each other afterwards until I would hurt myself (she was 5 foot 2 so she was of similar size; I guess that is where I get my short stature).  She loved to have fun and acted much younger than her age (she even raced go carts against men as a young mother), and my friends thought she was cool.  I loved to watch Mom and Dad roller skate as a couple, gliding on the floor like they were courting in the later 1940s.  They still are madly in love with each other after 65 years of marriage, and are inseparable.

I always thought my brother was the “coolest dude” (still do), and with his much older age and willingness to haul me around everywhere, he was like having an “extra dad”, except without the disciplining – unless you count him throwing me through the drywall upstairs when we wrestled (and then trying to find a poster to cover it so our folks didn’t see), holding me down on the ground when storms came, or beaning me hard in the leg with the point of a football and knocking me off my feet.  Our combat events included sword fights with Hot Wheels orange track (with the red connectors for hilts to hold), wonderful dart guns, and shooting his friend’s lovingly assembled car models with a BB gun (in the kitchen, no less!) and picking off army men inside, or blowing them up with firecrackers outside.  We had cataclysmic football games in our back yard, with my brother Skip and I (with my Steelers or Rams helmet on) versus my smaller sister, or even smaller friend Kevin down the street.  The score was always low until Kevin would be called for dinner, and then a rash of scoring would ensue.  Skip was (and is) a handsome guy who always had a number of girlfriends (often simultaneously), and the coolest cars to drive – a number of new and used early 70s Camaros, or Pontiac Trans Ams.  Our driveway had numerous circle track race cars, street rods, dune buggies, kit cars and even a rail dragster – I never knew what I would find in my driveway when I got off the school bus, and one day I saw Dad driving down the street in a six wheeled amphibian buggy!  My brother took me to the local short track, and is responsible for my love of auto racing.  My education consisted of reading Hot Rod and Stock Car Racing magazines, or MAD Magazine in his room.  He always acted in an honorable way in my presence as a good Christian and as a good role model (except for his razor wit – he ALWAYS got the last zinger with anyone!).  My sister was like most older sisters – responsible for most of my insecurities with women (she always told me I was “ick” and the girls would never like me (and she was right, for the most part)), and lifelong combatant (we have been at pretty much of a truce for some time).  She had the “middle child” funk, but I think she got the benefit of the doubt with the folks most times.  She was very sweet and shy in public (away from her hijinx as a harpy in my presence), but in her older teenage years she became very popular.  I still see her as much “hipper” and better at having integrated with the world of today than myself, and she has become a very successful professional in the medical industry.  More amazingly, she has been a very successful mother, raising four adult children that love Jesus and are well adjusted, and did very well in picking a spouse.

In my early years, even though I was a premature child and pretty sickly then (and still am, to some degree), I for some reason excelled in my scholastic development and intellectual age beyond my years (boy, that sure didn’t last!).  I say that because I naturally gravitated to the adult world and hanging out and conversing with them, rather than my peers (my parents active social schedule in which they took us along may have well contributed).  I still have difficulties in relating to children and young people today, as I was like an “old man” even as a kid.  I also had a proclivity for art (drawing my own comic books with the kids from my school class starring in them) and for drama (often doing self-written plays in front of class).  I did okay in math but was not too thrilled with it, until I began going to a Church of Christ-run Christian school in the seventh grade, and shortly thereafter coming under the tutelage of one Robert Heid, who has become an important friend and confidant in the thirty seven or so years since we met.  His influence swung me over to a math and science bent, leading me to attend the engineering school at the University of Louisville at graduation.  While in the midst of the grueling engineering curriculum there, however, I let the other lobe of my brain free, and in 1985 began to produce what was first just a fun video project as a keepsake of my soon-to-be moving friends, that grew into the 100 minute feature film I wrote, directed and produced called Nightmare on Neptune.

In 1987 I took a job designing survivability technologies for military aircraft as a civilian aerospace engineer at the U.S. Air Force Research Laboratories at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.  I got to use a ballistic gun range to shoot aircraft like the F-22 or F-15 fighters with Soviet-style artillery guns, and blow them up, while designing advanced fire and explosion technologies.  The job permitted me to travel to places like Rome, Sweden, Germany, Russia, Australia and many other interesting places. More importantly, I began to develop roots in town there by producing my second feature on video, the 110 minute Lord of the Shadows in 1989, and the post-apocalyptic What Now? in 1992-1994.  In 1995 (two weeks after throwing three coins in the Tivoli Fountain in Rome to find my “true love”), I did meet my “true love” Ginger who came to visit the church I attended. All summer we got to know each other as friends, I subsequently told her of my deeper affections for her of which she rebuffed, but thankfully God put her under a spell, and she came back to Ohio after finishing her Master’s Degree in engineering at the University of Alabama, and married me in 1996.  We also added our wonderul Shi-Poo “Pyro” to our household in 2002.

When I finished my Ph.D in engineering at the University of Dayon in early 2003, Ginger felt it was time to move south to be near her parents in declining health.  Thankfully, I had been moonlighting in doing some approved consulting and patenting of fire and explosion technologies I devised – including the Fire Panel Device (which found its way on police cars, NASCAR race cars and military Humvees, which you can check out here and here), and an N2 Tower rocket-based building and aerospace extinguishing device (seen here), which has paid the bills fo rus until recently (I think I have around 24 patents in 11 or so different areas to date).  We relocated to Nashville, TN in 2003, and in 2006 began worshipping at a local Calvary Chapel.  In 2005 I briefly read about a new community radio station being constructed downtown, which came to be known as Radio Free Nashville.  I always loved late night talk radio as a kid, and always wanted to take a “kick at the can” at hosting such a show.  Such was the beginning of what came to be known as Future Quake, and my identity as “Doctor Future” – with my first show live in studio on April 5, 2005 with my first guest (and also my last show guest on my last (300th) show in 2012) Robert Heid.  That grew into quite an experience, and for various reasons the show needed to leave the station in April 2008; however, God opened a door that allowed us to continue the show, prerecorded in one of our bedrooms at home, to broadcast each day at 4 PM on WENO, AM 760, until the station was sold and reformatted at the end of 2010, to which we continued to broadcast over the Internet until 2012, when I decided to focus on book writing.  My first co-host was the dear “Emmitt”, to be later relieved by “Tom Bionic” for the last five years.  The production of the show had a transformative effect on my world view, which is evident in the latter years of the show, and in the books I am completing – and evidently the blog posts you will see here.

So how’s that for a “brief introduction”!

I have been hesitant to to comply with the wishes of many friends to start a blog for many reasons.  For one reason, I get a lot of heat from my friends and other Futurians (other Future Quake listeners) to finish my book series as quick as possible, known as The Holy War Chronicles – A Spiritual View of the War on Terror in which 4 and a half volumes of the six volume series has been drafted, as well as the spinoff book The Hidden Hand Against the God Fearers.  No one is giving me greater heat than myself to complete this herculean effort, and the last thing I need is more distractions.  Another reason I have resisted is that it offers a tremendous opportunity for a verbose guy like me to tie a noose with which to hang myself later, by making joking, offhand or otherwise unwise comments off the cuff that will be used against me later.  Since I normally only indulge in controversial subjects, I also see such material (particularly the spiritual stuff of which I have primary interest) getting mired in the regular online petty arguments, which is why I avoid Facebook and the like.

Having noted those risks, I have decided to throw caution to the wind and dive in to the “deep end” anyway, and “damn the torpedoes”.  I realize that I have some thoughts (either valuable or not) on news items I uncover for my book research each day, and I normally only share my evolving views and perspectives on them to a select group of close friends.  I decided – why not share my most intimate and complex thoughts with complete strangers, who are likely to misunderstand them?  Seems like a good idea to me!  I also am an addict of pop culture, particularly of the 1960s to early 1980s, and I need a place to share my goofy thoughts on those subjects, too.  As listeners of my radio show know, I like to throw out a steady stream of arcane cultural references that anyone under the age of 50 (or older) is unikely to recognize; this forum will be a home for such excess for me.  I also wish to see how some of my thoughts “fly” with others in an informal way, and to communicate them in a simple, informal “guinea pig” environment.  This blog structure hopefully will preserve some of my thoughts (a few of which might retain some minimal merit) that I might later elect to incorporate into some official publications, and it probably will do so better than trying to remember what I emailed to some close friends years ago.  The Internet search capabilities associated with blogs means that I might more easily meet some new friends and fellow travelers along the way as well.

People will ask – why is this called “The Two Spies Report”?  I agree that it is a curious name.  It comes from the story of the Twelve Spies in the Old Testament, who were sent by Moses to scout out the Land of Canaan.  As most of you know, the two returning spies Joshua and Caleb said that the land was good, that they could take it with God’s help and they should move forward.  Alternatively, the other ten focused on the giants in the land and exaggerated in their fears that they “looked like grasshoppers”, leading to Moses being at risk of being stoned for leading them to certain death.  As we know, the “minority report” was ultimately correct but unheeded, and the people paid for their paranoia as a result.  Similarly, I have noticed that the “minority reports” of the “two spies” in the Christian culture in America seem to make more sense to me these days than the establishment, who rather focus on spreading fears of “others” as demagogues (which I admit “sells”).  These anti-establishment types seem to be more like the prophets and “voices crying in the wilderness” of old, and although not being recognized by the Christian establishment or obtaining great wealth, power, influence or fame as a result, are still highly favored in heaven.  I tried to pursue such people and their thoughts in my Future Quake show, and these ideas will be a consistent focus here.

To conclude this exhausting post, I want to encourage everyone to register this site for updates, and feel free to comment on the posts.  However, since I need to focus on my book projects, while I will read the comments do not expect me to respond to them, although on rare occasion I might, and please do not be offended by or misinterpret my silence as contempt or lack of interest.  I also ask you to please be ladies and gentlemen and do not act or comment in an unseemly manner that would force me to take the time to remove a comment, or have WordPress or I shut the whole thing down due to repeat offenders who say things that might be legally slanderous, break other laws or just be a jerk that drives away other readers.  Please consider us all here as “fellow travelers” and truth seekers who deserve mutual respect, even when we disagree strongly on controversial topics.

Having said all this, I will conclude with a comment from Commander Adam Kent, a character I played in my movie Nightmare on Neptune“let the adventure begin!”

Mike (Doc Future)

P.S. Please check out a new documentary I co-produced with the talented documentarian Chris Pinto that finally exposes the true identity of “R.C. Christian”, the mysterious originator of the Georgia Guidestones monolith, which can be obtained from Adullam Films here.