Showing posts with label JZ Murdock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JZ Murdock. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2026

The Formula - A thought experiment, followed to the end

A note before reading:

This is a thought experiment, and it is labeled as one for a reason. It takes a formula that many people have quietly run in their heads, states it plainly, and tests it link by link to see whether it holds. It does not. Nothing here advocates violence against anyone. The piece exists to follow a dangerous idea to its end and show where it breaks, because ideas left unexamined do more damage than ideas taken apart in daylight. Read it to the last line before deciding what it says. 

I am a humanist, a Buddhist of sorts, and I wish harm on no human being. Therein lies much of our problem today against those who do not share that orientation. 

The answer is not to become them. Still, one must think it through. What follows does.

Here is the formula, stated plainly.

Remove Putin. Remove whoever reaches for the chair next, and the one after, until a Russian leader emerges who wants back into the world. Moscow, stung, answers in kind, and the American president falls to hands no one sees. Neither country's opposition carries the stain. Both are freed. Peace follows.

It has a terrible symmetry. Two countries locked in death spirals by two men. Two oppositions that cannot act without inheriting the illegitimacy of the act. One exchange that frees them both.

Plenty of people have run some version of it in their heads. Few have run it to the end. So test it. Link by link.

Link one: remove Putin

This is the strongest link, and it deserves to be taken seriously. The war is unusually personal. Putin wrote the essays denying Ukrainian nationhood. He made the decision in a small room with a smaller circle. Russian elections cannot remove him; this month's managed vote returned his party as designed. The people bleeding for the war cannot vote their way out, speak their way out, or walk out.

There is evidence that leadership removal matters. Economists Benjamin Jones and Benjamin Olken studied a century of assassination attempts on national leaders and found that successful killings of autocrats were followed by moves toward democracy more often than failed attempts were. Stalin's death in 1953 was followed within months by an armistice in Korea and the end of the Doctors' Plot.

So link one holds, as a proposition: Russia without Putin might be a different Russia. Keep that in mind. It matters at the end.

Link two: remove the next, and the next

Here the formula starts to strain. The constitution hands power to the prime minister. Behind him stand the security services, people who survived twenty-five years by being the most careful and most ruthless in the room.

Each removal teaches the survivors one lesson: the West kills Russian leaders. The ones who rise next are the ones built for a siege. The filter does not select for the rational. It selects for the paranoid.

And someone has to decide who counts as rational. Whoever makes that call is choosing Russia's leader. Russians have seen this before, in other countries, and so have we. Iran, 1953. The installed leader held power for a quarter century. Then came the revolution, and the grievance still shapes Iranian politics seventy years later. A leader chosen by elimination abroad is a leader illegitimate at home.

Link three: Moscow answers in kind

This is where the formula contradicts itself.

It requires the new Russian leadership to be two things at once: rational enough to want back into the international community, and willing to kill an American president. Those are not compatible. A rational leader seeking reentry does not commit the one act guaranteed to make reentry impossible. Through forty years of Cold War, with every motive and every capability, neither Washington nor Moscow killed the other's head of state. Not from squeamishness. From calculation. Both understood what came after.

If the retaliation comes instead from the security hardliners in the interval, before the rational leader arrives, then the formula has handed the decisive act to exactly the people it was designed to filter out.

Link four: no one carries the stain

This is the load-bearing beam. The whole formula exists to solve one problem: the domestic opposition cannot act without inheriting the act.

But the stain does not disappear when the hand is foreign. It moves.

If Russia is identified, Russia owns it, and the United States is at war footing with a nuclear power. If Russia is not identified, the vacuum fills with certainty in every direction. John F. Kennedy had a known shooter, and sixty years later most Americans still suspect a conspiracy. A death with no author would be assigned one within the hour, along tribal lines. Tens of millions would name the American left no matter what the evidence said.

The formula does not remove the stain. It distributes it to everyone.

Link five: both countries are freed

The American half of the premise holds that the movement lives only in the man. Remove him and it dissolves.

History says otherwise. Perón was exiled in 1955 and died in 1974; Peronism still structures Argentine politics. Chávez died of cancer in 2013; Chavismo continued through Maduro. Personalist movements survive their founders routinely. They survive best when the founder is taken from them. A sudden vacancy would not end the movement. It would hand it a martyr and hand the successor a mandate.

And it would hand the state a pretext. The Reichstag burned on February 27, 1933. The emergency decree came the next day. In Butler, Pennsylvania, in July 2024, a gunman produced not collapse but a raised fist and a wave of sympathy. A government already testing emergency powers would not treat a sudden vacancy as an ending. It would treat it as an opening.

Link six: peace follows

The final link asks the United States to make peace with the state that killed its president. No American public would accept it. No American government could survive proposing it. The formula ends not in peace but in the war it was built to prevent, this time between the two largest nuclear arsenals on earth.

The verdict

On the American side, the formula fails at every link after the first. It does not break the spiral. It feeds it, then hands the spiral a martyr, a pretext, and a foreign enemy.

On the Russian side, the question stays open.

Link one held. Russia without Putin might be a different Russia. What the formula got wrong was not the destination but the hands. Every case where a leader's death changed a country's course for the better shares one feature: the change came from inside. Stalin's successors ended the terror because they feared it themselves, not because anyone abroad made them.

Whether that happens in Russia depends on whether the people around Putin decide the war costs them more than it gives them. That calculation is happening now, in rooms no one outside can see. The outside world can raise the price. It cannot pick the outcome.

Hundreds of thousands dead. One man ordering it. The arithmetic is real.

The formula is not. 

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!



JZ Murdock is a retired Senior Technical Writer/IT administrator, and an active award-winning author/ filmmaker, documentarian, and writer based in Bremerton, Washington. 

He publishes commentary on the state of things at murdockinations.com and on his creative works over at Substack. He also posts on Slasher.com on the horror genre.

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Friday, September 11, 2026

9/11/2026

Fifteen years old today I wrote a blog about 9/11, at that time, ten years prior.

I wrote this here back on June 7, 2010, arguing for surgical special-ops warfare over mass troop deployment. 

Bin Laden was still alive. ISIS didn't exist yet. I'm reposting it as-is today, on the 25th anniversary, because it's a time capsule of where my thinking was—not because I got everything right. The "secret war" approach I was pushing for became the dominant U.S. counterterrorism strategy through the 2010s, and it did not turn out to be as clean as I argued below. 

Worth saying that up front. Admit your mistakes, do better next time. The idea I had was sound. What was missing was never the tactic—it was an accountability structure that no administration, including the one I trusted to run it, ever built, because the legal architecture available to them was designed for the opposite. 

Now, all bets are off. We're watching an administration whose motives and mechanisms we can't verify—and what surfaces is often worse than what we feared. Or could ever have imagined, on both sides.

Don't act like this current administration whenever you make a mistake, you foolishly double down and dare people to correct you in a corrupt autocratic playbook format of being an "American" presidential administration. 

History is going to shred this period of our shared history, no matter how much this administration tries to divide us for purposes of power and corruption.

But first, today:

Today, all four living former presidents stand together at Ground Zero for the 25th anniversary.
Same soil, same names read aloud, same silence at 9:37.
The sitting president was not there.
He was at the Pentagon instead—a venue with one microphone, one audience, and zero other former presidents standing nearby for comparison.
No New Yorkers who clearly despise Donald Trump, his lies about everything, and 9/11—where he did not bring a crew with him on that day, as he incessantly repeats the lie, unneeded, undesired, un-American.
The reported reason, per the Times last week, is a dispute over a speaking slot in New York, which he denies.
Denial or not, the outcome is the same.
One ceremony seats four presidents shoulder to shoulder in front of the cameras that built their legacies.
The other seats one, with nobody around to share the frame, to highlight what he isn't and can never be:
A decent American, a decent man, a great president.
Controllable is not a character flaw. It's a production choice.
Some stages just have fewer people who can upstage you—simply by existing.


Monday, June 7, 2010
U.S. 'secret war' expands globally?

The Washington Post had a June 4, 2010 article titled: "U.S. 'secret war' Expands Globally as Special Operations forces take larger role." It would seem that the Obama Administration is using more and more secret teams to go in and take out dangerous radical groups.

Is this bad?

I had been proposing this since 9/11. I brought this up again and again, at least to family and friends, back when we entered Iraq under the pretenses of having information leading to Iraq having Weapons of Mass Destruction and there being a link between Saddam Hussein and al-Qaeda; a contention I never bought, nor understood. Even when the Bush White House said they had intelligence indicating this to be true I didn't believe it. I thought, well I suppose its possible, but I found it hard to believe for obvious reasons. Why did Congress?

My contention then, as it is now, is that we should not send in mass amounts of troops. What we needed were smaller, specialist hit squads. Yes, this sounds scary. Yes, these have been misused the world over by dictators, terrorists, war lords, crime bosses. But which makes more sense: sending in many American troops to lose their lives on blanket, shotgun-like approaches to taking out the bad guys? Or sending in small teams, with proper intelligence, to mark and remove only those individuals that would best serve our goals and save the most lives?

You can argue all kinds of things about this. It could go over limits. How do you control it? Are there moral or ethical implications? On and on.

But look at what we have now. How many have been killed on both sides? How many innocents? Wouldn't it have been better to send in the smaller teams, targeting specifics, than using bombs, war theater tactics, shooting missiles from afar and using drones? Even if specialist squads killed a few innocents (which I'm thoroughly against, but that's yet another topic), how many have we killed now, using our current tactics? I doubt we could even approach the current numbers.

This is not political assassination. This is targeting specific individuals or groups, to strategically and surgically take out those who are actively supporting the killing of people outside the intent of their goals. My point in that statement is: when a group wants the US out of their country, killing US citizens, or their own—and typically innocent people—is outside the intent of their goals.

Terrorists justify their murderous actions because they are too small, too poor, too powerless, and so they use larger-than-life actions to draw attention to their group, their goals, or their issues, in order to get their way or bring popular or media attention to their cause.

But this has gotten out of hand. Frequently, their original goals change over time, or they lose track of their intention, or their core beliefs, and begin to rationalize. Since they do NOT have a centralized government to guide them, it is easy for them to lose their way. Yes, it can be easy for a state-governed group to lose sight of its origins; but far easier for those run by a small rag-tag committee, or a war lord, or a rich, deluded ex-national businessman.

Mostly these people are lost, missing something in their lives, and want to subvert process to attain goals through any means possible. That might be understandable. But it is just as understandable that someone would want to stop them. Once a terrorist organization kills innocent people, they lose the right to be justified and righteous.

The same is true of a nation state. And they should be called to task by the world stage, the UN, and their allies. But terrorists have none of this. So they need to be put down as swiftly as possible, by any means possible, just as they do it. But care needs to be used in not harming innocents.

Not harming innocents is the core concern in all of this.

So, let's start bringing back the troops. Less talk, more action.

Those in charge of these teams need to be conscious of the need to do right, to execute with need and justice, and avoid at nearly all costs the loss of innocent life. Because once they start killing innocents, they are out on the same limb as those rotted and diseased souls who have lost their way themselves.

Back to today, 25 years after 9/11 and we have what? Abused America for electing an erudite decent black man, twice? Elected a career criminal and failed TV game show mob boss type, twice?

9/11 did more damage to use than even the Republican Party and what have we accomplished?

We have set ourselves up repeatedly for more and worse to happen under this administration, under the current ruling party who is under the autocratic criminal thumb of this (and no, it cannot be stated to much, or two often) corrupt president.

We have a lot of work today ahead of us.

Work that will have to now also tackle the issue of a too strong Executive (something both parties have indicated now for decades and then when back in power, did nothing to rectify it, weakening Congress one administration after another), with a corrupt ruling parry and a SCOTUS who seems to have no relationship to that Court's past or America's present.

We CAN obviously do better. We will. 

America... 

Good health to you, to us all and to a better America through the next two election cycles.

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!

Monday, September 7, 2026

A Field Guide to LgN Productions

Most catalogs get organized by year, or by genre, or by whichever award sounds best on a poster. This one doesn't sort cleanly that way, and it shouldn't. What holds LgN's work together isn't a category — it's a set of obsessions that keep resurfacing: memory that won't stay buried, complicity that hides in plain sight, and the gap between what people say happened and what actually did. 

A war anthem written from inside the mud. 

A weapons dealer whose real crime isn't the one you think. 

A public-access relic that turns out to be the whole company's origin story, thirty years hidden in a box.

This is a walk through that catalog by throughline, not by résumé.

Before the beginning. LgN Productions — originally "Last good Nerve Productions" — was founded in 1993 for a single public-access documentary about Lost in Space, produced on borrowed equipment with a crew of friends. Films now on either YouTube or at the LgN Screening Room.

JZ Murdock served as its uncredited executive producer, writer, and editor. 

The LIS documentary aired twice on Seattle cable in early 1994. During postproduction the tape editor at the Viacom studio on Roosevelt Street in Seattle, broke mid-post, most of the music dropped out on broadcast, and then the company went dark for over two decades for a variety of reasons, mostly personal.

When Murdock started making films again decades later, he didn't start a new company. He picked LgN back up. 

Everything below is what happened after that.

The Features

Pvt. Ravel's Bolero (2022; remastered 2025) is the anchor of the catalog, and its festival run — 80-plus wins — is the reason there's now a deliberate policy of not listing all of them. A visceral anti-war meditation, it imagines composer Maurice Ravel forging the relentless rhythm of Bolero while serving as a truck driver amid the horror of World War I. Built from archival imagery, surreal overlay, and Ravel's internal reflections, it refuses the polish of a conventional documentary in favor of something rawer and harder to look away from — a tribute and a warning at once.

The film has its own footnote in history: in February 2022, a Ukrainian festival selected Murdock's horror short Gumdrop as an official selection days before the invasion began, and within a week a Russian festival nominated Bolero — an anti-war film — for Best War Film. Two governments moving toward war; two festivals, on opposite sides of it, choosing the same filmmaker's work. It's the kind of coincidence that says more than a mission statement could.

"Gumdrop," a short horror (2020) picked up 17 awards of its own, and it earns its place next to Bolero on theme, not just as a genre pairing. Sampson, a meticulous underground weapons supplier, moves product through clients using a coded word — "gumdrop" — while flashbacks from a fractured childhood bleed steadily into his present. What looks at first like a portrait of a damaged middleman turns, in its final act, into something rooted in crimes that once existed outside of fiction. It's a film about what a person can normalize when the alternative is remembering. From the short true crime story, "Gumdrop City" (2012).

The Frontier

Two of the newest additions to the catalog don't fit the fest-circuit mold of the shorts above — they're closer to experiments in how a story gets told at all.

Light Snowflakes: America's Second Orbit (2026) builds an entire immersive documentary around a single object: a rare 1962 vinyl record carrying the unedited audio of astronaut Scott Carpenter's Aurora 7 mission. Restored footage, research, and context surround that recording, educating the viewer so thoroughly that by the time the raw audio plays again at the film's end, it lands differently than it could have for anyone listening in 1962.

Travels (2025) is the outlier on purpose. An experimental short built from AI-generated stills and an AI-composed score, guided by a screenplay Murdock wrote at university in the early 1980s, it follows a woman moving through shifting, dreamlike landscapes where memory, technology, and selfhood collide. It's less a departure from the catalog's themes than a stress test of them — the same questions about identity and buried history, run through tools that didn't exist when the script was written.

World Explorers Program (2026) goes back further than any other title in the catalog — to a set of records Murdock received as a child in the 1960s, part of a monthly series that introduced kids to different countries through vinyl, printed materials, and small keepsakes. He kept them his whole life. 

The film doesn't illustrate them with new footage; it turns the original audio itself into the image, using oscilloscope-generated waveforms so the sound becomes something you watch as much as hear — voice, music, and narration rendered as a moving trace across the screen. It's restraint as a formal choice: no modern imagery standing in for a childhood that arrived entirely through listening and imagination. As a kid, Murdock never knew whether these recordings captured real travel or a studio reconstruction of it; decades later, restoring them, the honest answer turned out to be both at once.

(LgN's catalog isn't limited to film — Murdock also publishes prose under LgN Press, including the award-winning Death of Heaven. That's a separate story for another day.)

Unproduced

The Teenage Bodyguard, a screenplay grounded in a true-crime basis, has picked up 17-plus awards on the strength of the page alone — proof that a script doesn't need a camera behind it to prove itself. It's the clearest evidence that LgN's throughline lives in the writing first, production second. Two producers are interested if the money can only be found. It would have been made three times with three different directors that one name producer found, but they just didn't have the right...vision.

What's Next

Three shorts are currently under consideration at Life is Short and HorrorHound TV: 

Eagles & Crows, a Fable (a 4 min allegory), "Gumdrop", a short horror, and The Rapping. 

Eagles & Crows is a minimalist allegory — loosely drawn from the symbolic roles of eagles and crows in Native American traditions — about a forgotten act of kindness between the two birds that calcifies, generations later, into a ritual no one remembers the reason for. 

The Rapping, shot in stark black and white and built partly from real NASA InSight Mars lander audio, follows a man alone with an insistent, rhythmic sound he can't place — inside his house, or inside his head. Elements of it were later folded into Gumdrop, linking the two films into a shared psychological universe.

Alongside the submissions, a film companion book to Bolero is being considered at a UK publisher — expanding the film's found-poem approach to Ravel's war into something longer-form.

A Body of Work, Still in Progress

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!


Monday, June 22, 2026

There Is a Mystery - The Quiet Man Dispatch

What he never said, and what I'm finding instead.

There is a mystery.

For those inclined to such things — and if you're reading this blog, you almost certainly are — I have one to offer you. I'm not going to solve it today. I'm not even going to fully name it yet. I'm just going to tell you it exists, and invite you to wonder about it with me for a while.

I'm working on a new documentary called The Quiet Man. It's the most personal thing I've ever made, and unlike anything I've made before — not horror, not fiction, not festival-circuit short. It started as a question about my own family, the kind of question a lot of people carry without ever chasing down: who was my grandfather, really, and what did he actually do?

He was a quiet man. The kind who fixed things, built things, went where the work was, and didn't talk much about any of it. For most of my life that was the whole story — a diesel engineer, gone a lot, not one for explanations. I assumed there wasn't much more to find.

I was wrong.

The chase has taken me into archives on three continents, into letters written by hand in 1947, into documents the U.S. government kept secret for decades and only recently released. It has taken me to a Cold War diplomat with a double life — a man who, depending on which decade you catch him in, was a photography theorist, a film executive, or a Soviet-aligned ambassador. It has put me in contact with the kind of paper trail that makes you sit back in your chair and say wait, what?

I won't tell you yet who that man is, or how my grandfather crossed paths with him, or what it might mean that he did. That part of the story isn't ready — there are threads I'm still pulling, and some of what I've found needs more confirmation before it's fair to put it in front of you as fact rather than possibility. Documentary work is slow like that. You don't get to skip to the ending.

But I wanted to mark this moment publicly, because it matters to me, and because this blog has drifted somewhere I didn't intend for it to go. For a while, murdockinations.com became mostly a place for political commentary — which is fine, it's a thing I think about and have opinions on, but it was never supposed to be the whole of this space. 

This blog was always meant to hold everything: the films, the books, the strange research rabbit holes, the creative process, politics, the psychosocial, philosophical, the occasional rant, whatever I happen to be thinking about on a given week. 

I'm reclaiming it for that. Consider this the first post of that reclamation.

Here's the thing, though: the real story — the documents, the names, the letters, the dispatches from the archive as I find them — isn't going to live here. I'm writing it in real time, as I find it, over on Substack, under the paid Studio: Documentary Lab section. That's where the actual research unfolds, week by week, mystery by mystery, with everything I'm not ready to put in front of a general audience yet.

If you've read this far, you're exactly who that's for. Come find me there. I will post things here about it. But my main orientation, my behind the scenes, will indeed be mostly there. 

jzmurdock.substack.com

More soon.

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!

Thursday, May 21, 2026

Shooting in a Ghost: Lincoln High's Rifle Team and the Old Aquarium at Point Defiance

I had been in that building before.

As a kid, I'd gone to the old Point Defiance Aquarium on the waterfront more than once, the one down near the water, below the bluffs. I remember the fish, the glass, the particular quiet of that kind of place. Puget Sound creatures behind thick panes, and kids pressing their faces in to get closer. There was a small amusement park next to it. I remember that fondly, too.

1970-71 Lincoln High School Rifle Team Yearbook page - Tacoma, WA. Some members missing.

In the fall of 1970, as a Lincoln High sophomore, I was driven to Point Defiance for my first rifle team practice. We pulled up above the boat house and I knew this building. It was the aquarium. But no, someone said, it's not. 

We walked into what was by then just one long bare room with targets at the far end. Nothing on the walls. No tanks, no glass, no trace of what it had been. Just wood and distance and the smell of a place that had been repurposed and forgotten. No trace of what it had been. I stood there a little stunned. Things change.

Photo at least a few years before I was visiting in 1960 or shooting there in the early 1970s.

Point Defiance Park was established in 1888 when President Grover Cleveland authorized the federal military reserve to be used as a public park. As early as 1895, the Park Board leased space for a boat stand, restaurant and float at Point Defiance Park to J. Olson for $5 a month. The first permanent boathouse was built in 1903 by Edwin Ferris. Ferris agreed to pay for the construction of the boathouse if he could run it for ten years, at which time he would turn the building over to the Park Board for their use. Ferris’s beautiful octagonal boathouse/pavilion was an immediate success. - Parks Tacoma

The aquarium existed only in my memory now, not in the room itself, now turned into a firing range. We were going to be shooting in a ghost held only in my mind. I seemed to be the only one on the team who knew what it had once been. A journey into the deep of Puget Sound. Apparently, the aquarium burned down in 1974 and the boathouse ten years later in 1984.

I'd be curious who owned the building as Tacoma had a series of criminal arsons back in those days. I wrote about some of it in my award-winning screenplay, The Teenage Bodyguard, set in 1974. It details an attempted arson at the Top of the Ocean restaurant along the waterfront on Ruston Way, a few miles southeast of there. A local crime family had burned down or tried to burn down more than a few buildings in those days for fun and profit.


Lincoln's rifle team was not a glamour operation. We shot .22 caliber rifles donated by the Army — heavy, worn, some broken. The 1972 yearbook records them diplomatically as "worn out or broken." I struggled with the bulk and weight of those old surplus rifles from the start, and never quite made peace with the aperture sights either. I was not, I'll tell you honestly, a natural range shooter. Equipment that fits you matters, and nothing about those rifles fit me particularly well.

Our coach was Mr. Williams, ex-Army turned teacher, a genuinely humane man with great stories and a clear understanding of what his kids were working with and working against. When I complained about the rifles he didn't apologize for them. He just said: it's what you have, be proud and make the best of it. That was Mr. Williams. He knew something about making do.

Forty rounds counted toward your score, ten points each, four hundred possible. Hit three hundred sixty or better and you earned a varsity letter. Any member could earn one regardless of sex, which in 1971 wasn't nothing — we had girls on the team and they belonged there.

Every Monday afternoon the old aquarium became a gathering point for Tacoma's high school rifle league. Stadium, Curtis, Wilson, Mount Tahoma, and Lincoln all competed there, five city schools converging on one repurposed waterfront building with their rifles and whatever else they could get their hands on. One team, a school who was financially better off, had match competition pieces and won quite a bit more often. It was hard not to notice that fact.

We were the only school though with Army surplus rifles and our coach told me, "It's what we have, don't worry about those other schools, be proud of them, and shoot well." It was a real league, with real competition, and virtually none of it exists in any archive anywhere. The yearbooks are almost the only evidence it happened at all.

It is worth noting that today the idea of a Tacoma public high school rifle league — five city schools competing weekly, kids bused to a park facility with Army surplus weapons, earning varsity letters for marksmanship — would be unthinkable.

Not because the kids were dangerous, they weren't, we weren't, or because the sport wasn't legitimate, it was. Simply because the world changed. Hunter's safety courses still exist, and competitive shooting still exists, but the casual integration of rifle sport into public high school athletics, the same way you'd letter in swimming or track, belongs to a specific window of American life that closed quietly sometime after we did.

I've mentioned that from time to time in recent years when in a group and the topic came up and I have gotten horrified looks or comments like, 'Well, that wasn't a good idea." But WWII wasn't that far away back then. Certainly not for those who taught us.

I had a 20 gauge single shot shotgun and a British .303 bolt action WWII surplus rifle on a rifle rack in my bedroom in junior high. My older brother's as he traveled America on his motorcycle in the late 1960s. Yes, I had ammo. 

The .303 British bolt action on that rack had been my older brother's, given to him at fifteen. Later, when I was fifteen, he passed it to me — he didn't have a son and didn't know yet that he would. It was a serious weapon. The British used that caliber to hunt elephants in Africa. It was not a toy, and we never treated it as one. 

I eventually gave it to my own son when he turned fifteen. I did keep the bolt however, until he moved out and was legally old enough to own it. My brother died this year. I think about that rifle and what it carried with it — not just the weight of the thing, but the line of it, three generations each receiving it at the same age, each understanding what it meant to be trusted with something that demanded respect.

Mr. Williams was ex-Army. Mr. Eakes ran hunter's safety courses. For them, teaching young people to handle weapons carefully and compete honorably was simply good citizenship. None of us considered harming anyone, and none of us did. The newspapers from that era are proof enough of that. Compare those to the newspapers today and draw your own conclusions.


The best shooters on our team were the Hondle brother twins and the Eakes brothers. I already knew all of them from a private junior high rifle team coached by the Eakes boys' father, Mr. Eakes. They were older than me and they were crack shots, the lot of them — but the Hondles carried it differently than the Eakes did. The Eakes brothers were good but weren't on the high school team. They'd had enough of it with their dad, growing up, helping him as I had, teach hunter's safety courses a year or two previous.

The Hondles knew they were good. When you're a younger kid wearing a T badge around guys like that, you feel it without anyone having to say a word.

The T badge was my first year. Gold shield, black border, a T for Tyro — meaning beginner, meaning novice, meaning you're not there yet. In competitive shooting it's a legitimate classification for a first-year competitor. In that company it felt like wearing my inexperience as an announcement. Nobody said anything about it. That was almost worse.


My senior year I was working nights at the Auto-View Drive-In, where my stepfather was assistant manager for his night job. I missed matches. I showed up when I could, which was not always, and I watched my entire high school social life happen on the other side of the snack bar counter — friends and classmates coming in on weekend nights while I was working, every holiday, every Friday. I knew I was missing things that don't come back.

Mr. Williams saw the whole picture. At the end of my senior year he gave me a full varsity letter — a gold L, the real thing. I always figured it was for being on the team three years and holding down a night job through high school, both of which he understood and respected. He was that kind of man.

I never got the letterman's jacket. My parents couldn't afford it and neither could I on snack bar wages. So the letter sat. I still have the T badge somewhere. I'm not sure I was ever as dismissive of it as I felt at the time.


One of the faces in the 1973 team photo is my best friend Dave Henderson. Dave wanted to be on the team. So, I told him to get over for that day. He never fired a round that season. But he is in the Lincoln yearbook as a rifleman, which still makes me smile fifty plus years later.


The whole waterfront Pavilion complex at Point Defiance burned in 1984. The old aquarium building went with it — the shooting range, the ghost, all of it. Three lives for one building: aquarium, rifle range, ash. Almost none of it is documented anywhere. The yearbook pages are about the only hard evidence the league and that range existed at all.

I earned a letter in that building, for a jacket I never owned, shooting rifles I never fit, in a room I'd first entered as a child looking at fish.

I think about that sometimes.

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!



JZ Murdock is a retired Senior Technical Writer/IT administrator, and an active award-winning author/ filmmaker, documentarian, and writer based in Bremerton, Washington. 

He publishes commentary on the state of things at murdockinations.com and on his creative works over at Substack. He also posts on Slasher.com on the horror genre.

If this work means something to you, you can support it at Ko-fi. Tips are always welcome and go directly toward keeping independent documentary work possible.


Monday, May 18, 2026

The Kid Who Was Ready

Some people are shaped by a single defining moment. Others are shaped by a decade of unlikely preparation, each experience stacking quietly on the last until one day something extraordinary happens and they discover they were ready for it all along.

"Gordie" was that kind of kid.

He was born into an east coast family -- his mother a Brooklyn girl -- and spent his early years moving. There was a stretch in Spain that seemed like it might become permanent, until it wasn't. Family tensions built to an explosive final confrontation, and his grandfather threw his father out of the country. 

The now family of three moved to Philadelphia, back near relatives, trying to find solid ground. Eventually his mother remarried and the new configuration -- mother, stepfather, Gordie, his sister, and a new little brother -- who made their way back, across the country to Tacoma, Washington, to where the oldest brother, from another father, lived with his dad.

They moved around a lot before finally settling. Home, when it existed, was complicated -- a difficult stepfather, a mother doing her best, a household held together by obligation more than ease. That arrangement lasted until he graduated high school and eventually went into the Air Force. But long before that, home was somewhere to leave. 

So he left it, early and often, and in doing so stumbled into one of the most unusual informal educations a young American could receive in that era. Asking his mother decades later why she allowed him to always be taking lessons of some sort of another, she smiled and said, "I knew I had to tire you out every day, so you'd go to sleep at night. You were like that since birth. Always wanting to see the next new thing."

His sensei Steve Armstrong, ran one of the Pacific Northwest's premier karate dojos...in a style called, Isshinryu.

Sensei Armstrong ran one of the Pacific Northwest's premier karate dojos, a Marine veteran who had studied directly under the founder of Isshin-Ryu on Okinawa, eventually becoming his number two student. This wasn't a strip mall operation. 

This was the real thing, brought back from postwar Japan by men who understood it as a discipline and a philosophy, not a hobby. Gordie trained there from age twelve, rode the city bus in his gi, competed in tournaments alongside future legends of American martial arts, at least one who made the cover of Black Belt magazine, and on one occasion performed kata in a boxing ring at a main event in front of a packed international tournament arena.

He joined the Civil Air Patrol, eventually rising to cadet flight commander. He trained in search and rescue. He earned a ham radio license, a radio telegraph license. He learned first responder first aid. He went on mountain missions, rappelled cliff faces, and on one search and rescue operation found a downed aircraft and its frozen passengers -- an experience that stayed with him. He spent only a single year in a Catholic school in eighth grade where the class was taught Evelyn Wood Reading Dynamics and he graduated that reading at ten thousand words per minute. With a tested eighty percent level of comprehension.

He shot competitively, three years on the high school rifle team, earning his varsity letter. He got his SCUBA license in tenth grade. He went skydiving the morning after a birthday party, badly hungover, with his best friend and his older brother. On his second jump alone without his friends, he experienced a parachute malfunction at three thousand feet, fixed it himself rather than deploy his reserve -- because he didn't have the two dollars and fifty cents to pay for the repack, and landed hard, but safe. 

He managed the snack bar at a drive-in theater through high school. Once graduated, he got a job downtown Tacoma and was paying his own rent from the age of seventeen, driving himself to work in his 1967 red Camaro convertible.

By that age, Gordie had accumulated a set of capabilities that no institution had deliberately assembled in him. They had simply accrued, experience by experience, in the life of a kid who preferred being useful to being comfortable.

None of it was preparation for what happened in May of 1974. And all of it was.

A phone call from a friend. A woman who needed a ride. A newspaper clipping about a murder. A question that would have sent most teenagers running:

Do you have a gun?

Unbelievably, as it happened -- he did. A Ruger Blackhawk 357cal. magnum.

Would you stay with me for the week -- until I can get out of town?

What followed was one week in the life of a seventeen-year-old who found himself between a witness to an organized crime murder and the mafia crime family who wanted her silenced, in a city where the Sheriff, and others, were on the payroll and the police couldn't be trusted.

A mafia crime ring so pervasive and insidious -- its reach extending into local, county, and perhaps even state government -- that when the federal government finally moved in, aided by the very Sheriff's office deputies who had refused to be bought, the trial had to be moved to California. 

The case gathered newspaper headlines across the entire country for months. The corruption ran so deep that Pierce County voters eventually approved a new county charter abolishing the governmental structure that had made it all possible.

He wasn't a hero. He was just ready.

And nobody knew about his story -- for decades.

Until now --

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!



JZ Murdock is a retired Senior Technical Writer/IT administrator, and an active award-winning author/ filmmaker, documentarian, and writer based in Bremerton, Washington. 

He publishes commentary on the state of things at murdockinations.com and on his creative works over at Substack. He also posts on Slasher.com on the horror genre.

If this work means something to you, you can support it at Ko-fi. Tips are always welcome and go directly toward keeping independent documentary work possible.


Monday, May 11, 2026

The Last Witness: A True Crime Story Hollywood Hasn't Made Yet

While this movie has yet to be made, one screenplay coverage reviewer asked the obvious question. "Why hasn't this been on a screen somewhere, yet?"

In 1974, a 17-year-old girl was running from the Carbone crime family in Tacoma, Washington. She had witnessed something she refused to admit even to herself. Everyone around her who knew too much was turning up dead, overdosed, or face-down in Spanaway Lake. She needed one week, a place to sleep, and someone who wouldn't sell her out.

She chose a 17-year-old kid she had known for less than an hour.

That kid is still alive. Most of the other major players in this story are not.

As for the screenplay with over a dozen international awards, new coverage (that is a professional level review of a screenplay) from The Black List indicates it could easily be a $30-50 million prestige studio production.

I'd long thought maybe a $3-5 million indie production. Though UK producer/director Danny Baker told me this past winter it could easily be an FX type prestige series. So, I drew up a treatment for that and...he loved it. But he's busy on other projects at this time and as usual, getting the money or studio on board is the issue at hand.

The Black List coverage from May 2026:

There is a compelling 1970s coming-of-age action thriller here, and it's clear the writer has strong instincts for period detail, character-forward storytelling, and cinematically rich set piece design that compete with many professionals working today. Their ability to ground larger-than-life action within a relatable, empathetic teenage POV is especially exciting, and they should feel proud of the work thus far. Even so, there are notable areas that may benefit from significant rewrites.

As they consider this development, they may find inspiration in similar voices such as Elijah Bynum or Scott Frank. In terms of selling this, the period setting and ambitious set pieces likely push the budget into the $30-50M range, putting it best with traditional studios or streamers like Netflix or Apple, both of which have appetite for prestige action drama. As these buyers are highly talent-driven, a strong next step may be to refine the draft and tee up a producer who can help bring in a marketable filmmaker and cast.

It's a story and screenplay that has had the interest of a UK producer some years ago, a well-known Hollywood producer, 3 directors and now a new UK working film industry professional. And yet, it's still unproduced. Such is the filmmaking business. But I'm not giving up. What is stopping it from being produced? It takes the right people, the right vision. And to date, everyone seems to love it but has their own vision.

I have mine. The right vision for it. And mine will win out. Or it won't.

That vision is that this is not a coming-of-age story, though there are elements of that. It is not a "teen romp". This is not your average teen. His motivations were not a normal teen's. He was also no super teen, either. He simply had an unusual degree of training in all the right things required for this kind of a situation.

The fact that he came together with this woman, at that time in that situation, is truly remarkable. Story worthy. Movie worthy. Series worthy. And it really happened.

I just hope I can get it produced before the protagonist, who is likely the only remaining participant from this story still alive, gets to see it on screen.

Before he's no longer here.

What's important here is, we still have someone who was there, who saw it all, who was central to the entire bizarre story in a situation that eventually went viral as it involved the city, county, and state levels of government, and so acquired national attention. It was in the newspapers for months on end. That would be the trial of the crime family, that had to be moved from Tacoma to California to protect the trail from being corrupted.

Yet now, no one knows about all this.

The Enterprise

Pierce County in the early 1970s was, in the words of former Tacoma Mayor Bill Barma, wide open. Joint Base Lewis-McChord, then split between Fort Lewis and McCord Field, filled the county with young military men and the kind of cash economy that organized crime has always known how to exploit. John Joseph Carbone knew exactly what he had.

His operation ran topless bars, card rooms, prostitution, and heroin across a network of tavern fronts throughout the county. When competition appeared, it was firebombed, sometimes with employees still inside. When witnesses emerged, they disappeared. A dancer subpoenaed before a grand jury was found dead of an apparent overdose. A bouncer who had been called to testify told his family he needed to get out. He reappeared face-down in Spanaway Lake.

When liquor control agent Mel Journey started making connections that other investigators weren't making, two gunmen approached him in his driveway and shot him four times in the chest while his family watched from the window. He survived on multiple blood transfusions, contracting Hepatitis C in the process. The enterprise kept operating.

The reason it kept operating was Pierce County Sheriff George Janovic, who accepted payments from Carbone's intermediaries, tipped off Carbone's operations before raids, and directed deputies to harass competing nightclub owners. Mayor Barma recalled Janovic being consumed not with the crime wave rocking his county but with building a campaign war chest large enough to discourage a rival from running against him. Barma attended one of Janovic's fundraisers. Carbone was there.

By November 1978, after a 13-month FBI and ATF undercover operation, 15 people were arrested including the sheriff. Carbone was convicted on 14 counts including racketeering and sentenced to a hundred years. He served 15. Janovic got 12 years, served 6. The trial had to be moved to San Francisco because there was no impartial jury to be found in Pierce County.

This is documented history. Court records. Sentences. Federal convictions.

And sitting in the middle of it, for one week in 1974, was a girl named Sara.

The Witness

In June 2020, the true crime podcast Scene of the Crime, hosted by former KIRO Radio reporters Carolyn Ossorio and Kim Shepard, devoted an episode to the Carbone enterprise. The episode, titled "Enterprise," featured Bill Barma and drew on documented records of the FBI investigation and the Janovic conviction.

It also featured an interview with the man who protected Sara that week in 1974.

He described a frenzied call from a friend, a nervous woman in her late twenties who climbed into his car and handed him a News Tribune article about the murder of a bouncer named Danny at the Tiki nightclub in Lakewood. She told him she hadn't seen it. He believed she had. She asked if he had a gun. She asked if he would stay with her for a week until she could get out of town.

He said yes.

What the podcast captured is the shape of the story. What it couldn't fully convey is the character of the man who said yes, or why Sara chose him specifically, or what happened to her after she left. Those answers are in the screenplay.

Carolyn Ossorio has since gone on to produce The Shadow Girls, a deeply reported podcast on the Green River Killer's victims, now continuing under the title Criminal Mischief. She's worth following. The Carbone episode remains one of the best documented accounts of the enterprise available in audio form.

The Screenplay

The Teenage Bodyguard is a feature screenplay based on these documented events. It opens with Danny McCormick's murder. It carries the historical record through title cards and court documentation. It traces Sara's flight through the Carbone network's reach, the Seattle connection through the Colacurcio organization, and the week one young man spent keeping her alive on instinct, karate, a Civil Air Patrol background, and a .357 he knew how to use.

The screenplay has won 17 international film and screenplay contests across three continents, including:

Best Feature Script, Bab Al Bahrain International Film Festival (Bahrain, 2024); Best Drama Screenplay, Best Hollywood Day Short FF (Winter 2025); Outstanding Achievement Award, Brandenburg International Film Festival (Germany, 2023); Best Screenplay, David Film Festival (Istanbul, 2023); Best Feature Script/Screenplay, Great Oman Independent Film Festival (Oman, 2024); Gold Award Feature Script, Hollywood Gold Awards (USA, 2024); Best Crime Screenplay, International Film & Script Festival-Lotus (Greece, 2023); Best Feature Screenwriting, Medusa Film Festival (USA, 2023); Best Original Screenplay, New Cinema Festival (Buenos Aires, 2024); Best Feature Script, New York Movie Awards (USA, 2024); Best Feature Screenplay Honorable Mention, New York Screenwriting Awards (Summer 2023); Best Screenplay, Tibriz Cinema Awards (Iran, 2023); Best Unproduced Drama Screenplay, US Motion Picture Alliance (USA, 2023); Best Screenplay, Washington Film Awards (December 2023); Feature Script Outstanding Achievement, World Film Carnival (Singapore, 2023); Best Feature Script, Bab Al Bahrain (2024). And a variety of Official Selections.

A separate rewrite with input from producer Robert Mitas, who has long worked with actor/producer Michael Douglas, added three additional recognitions to the story. It is a shorter, tighter screenplay, but it's not the same story and not as true to what happened as the longer, original version that has been worked on with help from Robert, as well as screenplay consultants like Jen Grisanti.

Why not a Book?

Maybe. A screenplay is the compressed form. It does what screenplays do: it moves. But the story underneath it is larger than any two-hour film. As Danny Baker said, it could easily be a prestige series in the FX, Netflix, or HBO formats.

The documented Carbone enterprise. The FBI operation. The Janovic conviction. The Seattle connection. The young man who grew up in the Pacific Northwest, trained in martial arts since childhood, earned his letter in riflery three years running, flew search and rescue missions with Civil Air Patrol, and walked into a week that no one in his life knew about for the next fifty years.

And Sara. Who she was. Where she went. What the Carbone network's reach actually meant for a woman trying to disappear in 1974.

That's a book. Narrative nonfiction true crime with the court records to back it up, a living primary source who has never told the full story, and an ending that the screenplay only hints at.

The story is documented. The witness is available. The work is already begun.


The Teenage Bodyguard screenplay is represented by its screenwriter, JZ Murdock. Robert Mitas and a UK producer/director, are available when this project begins to move forward.

Inquiries welcome.

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!


JZ Murdock is a retired Senior Technical Writer/IT administrator, and an active award-winning author/filmmaker, documentarian, and writer based in Bremerton, Washington.

He publishes commentary on the state of things at murdockinations.com and on his creative works over at Substack. He also posts on Slasher.com on the horror genre.

If this work means something to you, you can support it at Ko-fi. Tips are always welcome and go directly toward keeping independent documentary work possible.

Monday, April 20, 2026

Confusing a Noun With a Nation: The Tartaria Conspiracy and What a Real Historical Debate Looks Like

Over the last twenty years, something has shifted in the way people relate to history, institutions, and information itself. The internet democratized access to knowledge in ways that are genuinely remarkable, but it also democratized the production and distribution of misinformation at a scale no one was fully prepared for. Social media algorithms reward engagement over accuracy. Short form video is perfectly engineered for the "look at this shocking thing they don't want you to know" format. And a generation of people who have every reason to distrust institutions, governments, and official narratives have sometimes allowed that healthy skepticism to curdle into something less discerning.

The result is a certain kind of content now making the rounds, and if you spend any time on Substack, TikTok, or YouTube you have probably seen it. It follows a recognizable pattern. An earnest, emotionally burdened narrator describes their lonely journey into forbidden archives. Old documents are cited with great drama. A shadowy network, usually the Freemasons, is implicated in the suppression of some vast, lost civilization. A donation button appears at the bottom.

In full transparency, I am a Freemason and former Senior Warden of my lodge, though I have stepped back from active participation in recent years. Make of that what you will.

Why This Matters Before We Even Begin

Conspiracy theories have always existed. But they used to be contained, passed around in photocopied newsletters or late night radio. Now they have Substack pages, TikTok channels, and monetization strategies. They are packaged with emotional sophistication, genuine archival images, and a narrative structure designed to make the reader feel like a courageous truth-seeker rather than a consumer of a product.

I am not writing this to mock anyone. I am writing this because critical thinking is a skill, and like any skill it atrophies without practice and improves with use. When I encountered the following article recently, I felt compelled to respond not just to the author, but publicly, because the methodology it employs is worth examining carefully. Not the conclusions alone, but the method. Because the same method gets applied to topics far more consequential than old maps.

This is what that looks like, and this is how to think through it.


The Article That Started It

I will not quote the article I encountered, here, nor will I name its author. I have no interest in making anyone a target. What I do have an interest in is the method, because we need critical thinkers posting publicly. We just need those critical thinkers to think critically and appropriately. That is the only fair way to do this.

My First Response

I posted the following comment:

The emotional framing here is doing a lot of heavy lifting for very thin evidence. Every document cited is real, but none of them say what the author claims.

"Tartaria" was a standard European geographic label for Central Asian and Mongolic peoples for several centuries. It appears on old maps and in old books for the same reason "Christendom" does: it was the vocabulary of the era, not proof of an erased superpower. The 1865 Freemasons' Magazine reference to overthrowing "the Tartars" describes anti-Qing sentiment in China. The Manchu Qing dynasty literally were the Tartars in question, and their history is extensively documented and widely taught. The "General History of China" passages about Tartarian kings and dual-language seals describe the Qing conquest of China in 1644, one of the most well-documented political transitions in Asian history. The theater production was a popular adventure romance using exotic settings, the same way Hollywood westerns use "the frontier." None of this is hidden. All of it is in open, searchable archives.

The rhetorical trick throughout is: word appears in old document, therefore civilization was erased. That's a non-sequitur wrapped in grief-lit prose designed to make you feel like a courageous truth-seeker. Notice it ends with a donation button.

Actual suppressed history exists and deserves serious investigation. This isn't it.


His Response: Find Me a Book

The author replied:

"If you say so… In future friend, if you want to discredit or prove me wrong, then do that. All you've voiced is your opinion, without any evidence; so why don't you find me a book, published before the 19th century that corroborates your claim. You won't find one, because I've looked… but I challenge you to prove me wrong. I would love you to prove me wrong… So yes, find me that book!"

This is a recognizable debate move worth naming clearly. He dismissed the entire substance of my response as "just opinion," then issued a challenge that shifted the burden of proof onto me while ignoring that I had been addressing his own cited sources. He also moved the goalposts: we were discussing specific documents he had cited. Now I needed to produce different documents entirely.

Still, the challenge was fair enough to meet directly. I replied:

I want to be clear that I had no intention of being dismissive or abrasive, and if it came across that way I apologize. That genuinely wasn't my goal.

I also want to address your challenge fairly, because it deserves a direct answer rather than a dodge. Jean-Baptiste Du Halde's Description of the Empire of China, published in 1735, covers the Manchu Qing dynasty in exhaustive detail, the very people your sources call "Tartars," as a historically continuous, well-documented civilization whose conquest of China in 1644 left an enormous paper trail across both European and Chinese scholarship alike. That's well before the 19th century.

As for the claim that my response was opinion without evidence: I addressed your own cited documents in their historical context. The General History of China and the Freemasons' Magazine passages you highlighted describe the Qing conquest and administration, events that mainstream history has never erased or hidden. Engaging directly with your sources isn't opinion, it's the most honest form of response I could offer.

I'll leave it there. No hard feelings either way.


His Response

He came back with something more substantive. He had pulled up Du Halde's General History of China on archive.org and run two word searches: one for "Tartar," which returned 20 results, and one for "Qing," which returned 0.

His argument, reproduced in full:

"Brother I'm of the opinion that if they meant Qing, they'd have written Qing… And Jean Baptiste Du Halde describes the Tartars in detail? Have you read the book you quote because I have friend… Have you any pages to back up your claim that he called them Qing? From his own period works please. I'm sorry to be blunt brother but we have to be honest; it says Tartars and not Qing, if it meant Qing, it would say that and not Tartars. We need to get past 'it says Tartars but they didn't mean that' because how do you know? It seems more illogical to assume thousands of authors, travellers, geographers, historians all got it wrong, and us, in the modern era are the only people to get history right. It's bonkers really…"

This is actually the strongest version of the argument and it deserves a serious answer.


What the Search Result Actually Proves

Here is what his own search demonstrates, and why it confirms the mainstream historical account rather than undermining it.

"Qing" was the dynastic name, the political designation for the state and imperial house. "Tartar" and "Manchu" were the ethnic labels European writers consistently used for that same ruling class throughout the 17th and 18th centuries. Du Halde using "Tartar" in abundance and "Qing" rarely is exactly what any historian would expect from a Jesuit scholar writing for a European audience in 1735.

Consider a parallel: a European writer of the same period describing England might write extensively about "the English" and "the Protestant crown" without once using the term "House of Hanover." That doesn't mean the House of Hanover didn't exist or was erased. It means the writer used ethnic and cultural descriptors rather than dynastic nomenclature, which was standard practice of the era.

The Manchu ruling class renamed themselves from Jurchen to Manchu in 1635. To European writers, "Tartar" remained the established catch-all for the peoples of Central and Northern Asia, connecting readers to the existing European conceptual framework built around the legacy of Genghis Khan. "Manchu" was the more technically precise term that Jesuit missionaries in Beijing were beginning to learn through direct contact. "Qing" was the dynastic name for official state and political contexts. All three referred to the same people from different angles: one ethnic and general, one ethnic and specific, one political and dynastic.

If anything, a manuscript from 1735 using "Qing" as its primary descriptor for the people rather than the state would raise authenticity questions among historians, not settle them. It simply would not match the established vocabulary of the Jesuit missions of that period.

I've run into similar terminological confusion myself in reading history going back two thousand years, and my son, an independent researcher who works at the intersection of philosophy, physics, and historical inquiry, has encountered it going even further back, into the Sumerians, the Ubaid culture that preceded them, and as far back as Göbekli Tepe, circa 9500 BCE. I've helped him with some of that work. Terminology, labeling, and what names meant to the people using them versus what they mean to us now is a consistent challenge across all of recorded history. It is not evidence of erasure. It is the nature of language across time.

My final reply in the thread:

That search result actually confirms the point rather than countering it. "Qing" was the dynastic name, the political designation for the state and imperial house. "Tartar" was the ethnic label European writers consistently used for that same ruling class throughout the period. Right? Du Halde using "Tartar" in abundance and "Qing" rarely is exactly what any historian would expect from a Jesuit scholar writing for a European audience in 1735. I've run into similar issues and confusion in reading history going back 2000 years or so, and my son is an independent researcher who works even further back than that, into the Sumerians and the Ubaid culture that preceded them, going as far back as Göbekli Tepe around 9500 BCE. I've helped him with some of that work. Terminology, labeling, and what names meant to the people using them versus what they mean to us now is a consistent challenge across all of it. If anything, a manuscript from that era using "Qing" as its primary descriptor would raise authenticity questions, not settle them. The terminology differed by context, not by the people being described. Which brings us back to where we started: nothing was erased. The history is extensive, consistent, and hiding in plain sight under the vocabulary of its own era. What looks like a hidden secret on an old map is really just an old dictionary. "Tartar" is the ethnic label, "Qing" is the political name, one describes a people, the other a government. The conspiracy theory survives entirely by confusing a noun with a nation. But it does make for fun. For some. Not so much for others.


What This Exchange Illustrates

I want to be clear about something before closing. The author of the original piece is not stupid, and his readers are not stupid. The emotional architecture of this kind of content is sophisticated, and it targets something real: a genuine hunger to understand history more fully, a healthy skepticism toward official narratives, and a desire to feel like a participant in something meaningful.

Those instincts are not wrong. History is genuinely full of erasures, suppressions, and inconvenient truths that took decades or centuries to surface. The history of colonized peoples, of women, of the working class: these are all areas where the official record was curated by people with power and interests. Skepticism is healthy. It is the foundation of good historical inquiry.

The problem with the Tartaria theory is not that it asks questions. It is that it mistakes vocabulary for evidence. It sees the word "Tartar" on an old map and leaps to a coordinated global conspiracy rather than the far simpler and demonstrably accurate explanation: that this was the word people used at the time for a real and well-documented group of people whose history is sitting in plain sight in any decent library.

The rhetorical method employed in the original article is also worth examining on its own terms, independent of Tartaria specifically, because it appears across many conspiracy theories of the past two decades:

The burden of feeling. The opening section is not an argument. It is an emotional landscape designed to establish the narrator as a suffering truth-seeker. Once you have sympathy for the narrator, you are more likely to accept their conclusions.

The appeal to real documents. Every source cited is real. This is important. It is far more persuasive than fabricated sources, and it creates the impression of rigorous research. But citing a real document is not the same as reading it correctly.

The non-sequitur as argument. The central logical move throughout is: this word appears in an old document, therefore a civilization was erased. That is not a conclusion that follows from the evidence. It is an assumption smuggled in as a conclusion.

The goalpost shift. When challenged directly on specific documents, the response was to demand a different document entirely, then frame the inability to instantly produce it as proof of the original claim.

The monetization layer. The piece ends with a donation request. This does not make the author dishonest, but it is worth noting that the emotional investment the reader has been encouraged to feel is also financially useful to the author.

None of this means the author is acting in bad faith. It is entirely possible to believe deeply in something and still employ these methods without recognizing them as methods at all. But recognizing these patterns is essential to navigating the information environment we now live in.

The Qing dynasty ruled China from 1644 to 1912. Their history is one of the most extensively documented in human civilization. Nothing was erased. The record is enormous, consistent, and hiding in plain sight under the vocabulary of its own era.

That is not a conspiracy. That is just history being history.

And as I said in the thread: it does make for fun. For some. Not so much for others.


Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!

Massive Apologies. I just realized this link above in previous
blog articles had a broken link in it. That has been rectified.
Also, that I have changed from ChatGPT to Claude.
I use ChatGPT (at times also, Copilot)
more like a glorified Google search.


JZ Murdock is a retired Senior Technical Writer/IT administrator, and an active award-winning author/ filmmaker, documentarian, and writer based in Bremerton, Washington. 

He publishes commentary on the state of things at murdockinations.com and on his creative works over at Substack. He also posts on Slasher.com on the horror genre.

If this work means something to you, you can support it at Ko-fi. Tips are always welcome and go directly toward keeping independent documentary work possible.

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Tonight's Advance Copy of 1st Fool "Pres." Trump's April's Fool's Address.

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April 1, 2026  ·  murdockinations.com
TONIGHT'S IRAN ADDRESS,
Pre-Annotated

He hasn't given it yet. We already know what he'll say.
A public service for a nation that deserves better.

By JZ Murdock  ·  April Fools Edition
HOW TO READ THIS Each passage from Trump's March 11 Iran briefing is followed by the rhetorical tactic in use — because tonight's speech will run the same playbook. The speech changes. The moves never do.
REALITY MANUFACTURE NUMERICAL HALLUCINATION VICTORY LAP (PRE-EMPTIVE) THREAT INFLATION SELF-CONGRATULATION LOOP BLAME DISPLACEMENT CONVENIENT IGNORANCE VAGUENESS AS STRATEGY TIMELINE SHAPESHIFTING THE COMPLIMENT PIVOT
Opening Salvo
"Over the past nine days, we've carried out some of the most powerful and complex military strikes and maneuvers the world has ever seen... Every place we've gone, we've had tremendous success."
VICTORY LAP (PRE-EMPTIVE)

The war isn't over. The Strait is still closed. Fuel prices are at a five-year high. But we've already won — tremendously, historically, possibly cosmically. Tonight's version will update the adjectives and keep the structure identical.

The Numbers
"Most of Iran's naval power has been sunk. It's in the bottom of the sea. It's almost 50 ships. I was just notified it's 51 ships. I didn't know they had that many..."
NUMERICAL HALLUCINATION

The number changes mid-sentence, live, in real time — and this is presented as charming spontaneity rather than a man making up figures on the fly. Tonight expect a new, rounder, more impressive number. Possibly ships that didn't previously exist in any naval registry.

The Scorecard
"We've struck over 5,000 targets to date... resulting in a 90% decline in various things, but in particular, Iranian missile launchers and 83% drop in drone launchers."
NUMERICAL HALLUCINATION

"Various things" is doing the hardest work of any phrase in this briefing. The numbers are precise — 90%, 83% — but what they measure is left comfortably undefined. Tonight's version will have new percentages, similarly unverifiable, similarly confident.

"We could take them all out in one day." — A man who has been saying this for several days.
The Timeline Promise
"We're ahead of our initial timeline by a lot. I would say that we probably would not have thought after a month we'd be here..."
TIMELINE SHAPESHIFTING

The initial timeline for this war was "four days." Then three weeks. Then "very soon." Tonight: "two to three weeks," which is what he said yesterday, and the week before. The timeline is not a schedule. It is a weather vane that always points toward optimism.

The Technology Digression
"The laser technology that we have now is incredible. It's coming out pretty soon, where literally, lasers will do the work of... the patriots are doing."
VAGUENESS AS STRATEGY

"Pretty soon" is the temporal equivalent of "various things." The laser exists. It is coming. It will be incredible. No further details are available or necessary. Tonight's speech will contain at least one technology that is "incredible" and arriving "pretty soon."

The Nuclear Certainty
"They would have had a nuclear weapon within two weeks to four weeks. And they would have used it long before this press conference. And we might've had a much different press conference if we had a press conference at all."
REALITY MANUFACTURE

A nuclear weapon that was two-to-four weeks away — always, perpetually, regardless of when you're measuring — that would have definitely been used, against a press conference specifically. Tonight's existential threat will arrive on a similarly convenient schedule.

The Neighbors Pivot
"They attacked their neighbors, and their neighbors were largely neutral... and it had the reverse effect. The neighbors came onto our side."
SELF-CONGRATULATION LOOP

Iran's strategic blunder is being credited, indirectly, to Trump's presence in the room. The neighbors didn't join because Iran made a catastrophic miscalculation. They joined because Trump was there. Causality bends in his direction. It always does.

The Escalade Clause
"I will not allow a terrorist regime to hold the world hostage... if Iran does anything to do that, they'll get hit at a much, much harder level... They better not play that game."
THREAT INFLATION

There are already threats on the table — power plants, desalination facilities, civilian infrastructure. The threat that exists above those threats is not described. It is felt. Tonight's escalation threat will be larger, vaguer, and more certain to never be named directly.

The School Bombing Question
"I think it's something that I was told is under investigation, but Tomahawks are used by others, as you know. Numerous other nations have Tomahawks."
CONVENIENT IGNORANCE

The president of the United States, commander of the military that fired the missile, does not know whether his missile destroyed a girls' school — but helpfully notes that other people also own missiles. Iran, specifically. Just so you know. Could've been them. Being investigated. Moving on.

The Putin Call
"I had a very good call with President Putin... he wants to be helpful. I said, 'You could be more helpful by getting the Ukraine-Russia war over with.' But we had a very good talk and he wants to be very constructive."
THE COMPLIMENT PIVOT

Putin wants to be helpful. Trump told him how to be more helpful. Putin listened. The constructiveness is bipartisan. Tonight, if Putin comes up, he will want things that are good and be told things that are helpful, and the call will have gone very well.

The Sleeper Cell Question
"The biggest problem we have is the Democrat shutdown. We know a lot about them, but the shutdown doesn't allow us to do what we have to do."
BLAME DISPLACEMENT

A reporter asked about Iranian sleeper cells inside the United States. The answer is: Democrats. Iran has sleeper cells, we're tracking them, but what's really dangerous here is Chuck Schumer. Tonight, anything that isn't going well will also turn out to be the Democrat shutdown's fault.

The Families at Dover
"I was at Dover yesterday. I met the parents... every single one, 'Finish the job, sir. Please finish the job.' And I'll leave you at that."
REALITY MANUFACTURE

Every single grieving parent — without variation, without exception — delivered the same sentence, verbatim, in support of continued military operations. This is presented not as policy, but as the unanimous voice of American grief. Tonight it will be invoked again, with the same unanimity.

"We wiped them out in the first two days."
— March 11. The war is still ongoing. April 1.

murdockinations.com  ·  JZ Murdock  ·  April 1, 2026

Political satire and commentary. Speech excerpts are from the public record. Annotations are the author's.