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“Discrace land is a production of Double Elvis.”
[MUSIC] This is a story about the other one. The prep school kit, the bag man, the devil's right hand. And it's also a story about Satanism, NLSD, and the CIA, and MK Ultra, about ritual sacrifice, and the devils and the details of the Epstein files, and on the grounds of Bohemian Grove.
This is a story about the grateful dead's Bob Weir, about a man who made great music. Unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show, that wasn't great music. That was a preset loop for my melotron called Boot Scoot and Booty MK1. I played that loop because I can't afford the rights to the fate of Ophelia by Taylor Swift.
“And why would I play that specific slice of over-saturated Kelsey Cheese could I afford it?”
Because that was the number one song in America, on January 10th, 2026. And that was the day grateful dead guitarist Bob Weir died, promptly sending me down the rabbit hole, Apple Heenian Grove.
On the sims, the CIA, MK Ultra, nearly a million dead, Satanic sacrifice, LSD, Jeffrey Epstein's
files, Bohemian Grove, and Bob Weir. I'm Jake Brennan, and this is Discrete Slip. On January 10th of this year, 2026, grateful dead, rat dog, and dead-and-company guitarist singer and songwriter Bob Weir died. The statement from his family says that Bobby, as they call him, quote, "transitioned
peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after courageously beating cancer as only Bobby could." Unfortunately, he succumbed to underlying long issues, unquote. Bob Weir was beloved by his family and by fans from around the globe. He not only helped mold the sound of one of the most influential and successful rock-and-roll
bands of all time, he also helped create an institution, a grateful dead. An institution that built a community that will live on long after the band and its members. The grateful dead community is famously unique to the grateful dead, a no other band and music history has created or is associated with anything quite like it, but deadheads. Aside from the unique fan behavior that defined deadheads, falling the band around from
downtown, tape trading and bootlegging, the parking lot commerce and the superficial characteristics of deadheads, the tie-dye and newvo hippie style. Deadheads are loyal, carry, curious and civic-minded. They come from all different socio-economic backgrounds, rich kids, poor kids, stoneers and jocks and frapp boys and prep school kids, like Bob Weir once was.
Deadheads are from all over the political spectrum as well, mostly left, but some from the right, and of course, libertarians and Gonzo extremists that defy categorization.
And now, 60 plus years after the groups first show on May 5th, 1965, had McGoose Pizza
Parlor and Menlo Park, California under the name of the Warlocks. The grateful dead's fans, fans, and generations. The great-grandparents who saw the band back in the day, to teenage fans of the modern day, dead and company.
“The single most important element of the grateful dead, aside from the music, an improvisational”
form of Americana that owes as much to Bill Monroe's Mandolin as it does to John Coltrane's Tenor Sax.
The single most important element besides that music is the dead community.
And the one element of that community that has remained consistent from the time of the
Bands first shows, as part of Ken Keesies fame, 60s acid tests until the rece...
dead and company shows at the sphere in Las Vegas. The one element of that community that is remained consistent is the grateful dead community's commitment to openness, a sense of welcoming, foreign of curiosity and kindness, and compelled by willingness to make the world a better place.
Every deadhead knows that community is the most important thing.
Change, if that is indeed the goal, no matter one's own personal beliefs, starts from within, and immediately extends to one's surrounding community. Bob Weir understood and lived this ethos just as his fellow bandmates, Mickey Hart, and Bill Critsman continued to live, and just as Bob's past bandmates, Jerry Garcia, Phil Lech, Ron Pigpen McCurney and lyricist Robert Hunter lived before they passed.
Bob Weir died, I thought, first of the dead community.
“Even before I thought of his bandmates, I wondered, how will the deadheads take this?”
This death from the grateful dead will most surely spell the end of the bands live output. Somehow remarkably, dead band members found ways to keep the community together after Jerry Garcia's death in 1995, with touring efforts by Weir's rat dog, Phil Lech's villain friends, and most recently, in most successfully, with Bob Weir, Mickey Hart, Bill Critsman's dead in company, a group that's success came in no small part from its collaboration with
musician John Mayer. It's hard to see how dead in company survives without Bob Weir, and with that it feels like this may indeed be the end of the long-strange trip for deadheads. My thoughts then turned to Bob Weir's place in the band as, quote unquote, "the other one." Nessled, slightly up Jerry Garcia's sleeve, as Jerry's ace, Jerry's rhythm guitarist,
“his figurative kid brother, the straight man, to Jerry's psychedelic Captain Trips, Jerry's”
literal bag man, Bobby, the dude from the grateful dead, who looks so normal and is polo-shirt and jeans that he was the one tasked to carry Jerry's heroin around on tour.
And then I thought of Bob Weir the man, his background, and the adopted child who never
knew his biological parents growing up, who was raised privilege, the son of his adoptive parents, and afterton California, one of the wealthiest suburbs in the United States. A prep school kid with easy bronze, good looks, an athletic frame in old money hair. The polo shirt and cut off jeans gave it all away from me back in the 1980s. And then I thought of Bob's post-greatful dead, pre-dead and company life, in those rumors
and the wild conspiracy theories. Rumors that once spread quickly became fact. The fact that Bob Weir, in his later years, was part of a different community altogether. A community whose members had vastly different ideas about freedom and kindness and change than dead heads had.
Much different ideas. A community, it can be argued, was responsible for much of the world's death and destruction throughout the 20th and early 21st centuries. A community that bonds over not just communal ritual, but, as it's been alleged, over communal ritual sacrifice.
I'm talking about Bob Weir's official membership in the community of Bohemian Grove.
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Follow a list into how we made your mother wherever you get your podcasts. The Bohemian club was started back in 1872. Mark Twain was among the club's earliest members as were Jack London, Amber Spears and other writers journalist musicians and artists. As the 19th century turned into the 20th, so too did the Bohemian club's membership
from the arts world to the twin worlds of business and politics. Throughout the 20th and 21st century, its members have included every Republican president with the exception of Donald Trump. Not to mention secretaries of state and defense here, your Henry Kissinger's and Donald Rumsfields, Alexander Higgs and James Baker's.
And then there are the pre Silicon Valley Titans of Industry, your Rockefellers and Forbes. This is with American names that smack of birthright power and with pedigrees that reach back into the finest preparatory and Ivy League schools this country has to offer.
“Some of them rooted in the secret skull and bone society at Yale from the early 20th century.”
The same men who made up the OSS, the Office of Strategic Services.
The United States is first centralized intelligence agency.
Best gathering and analyzing foreign intelligence on America's behalf during World War II. After the war, the OSS became the CIA, the Central Intelligence Agency. CIA directors William Casey John McCone and George H.W. Bush were all Bohemian girl of members. George H.W. Bush, as well as his son, W. and Rumsfield, and Cheney, and Reagan in case in Kissinger, and Nixon, Nixon, and Bob Weer.
They were all part of the community at Bohemian Grove. The men who brought you weapons of mass destruction and run Iran contra the crack epidemic, the secret bombing of Cambodia, Watergate, Operation Mockingbird, M.K. Ultra, the Gulf of Tunken and the assassination of John F. Kennedy. All those dudes in the dude who brought you Sugar Magnolia, the Grateful Dead's Bob Weer.
Bohemian Grove is a 2700 acre private campground canopy to under the giant red woods of Montereo in northern California. The Grove is owned by the All-Mail Bohemian Club from nearby San Francisco. Every year at the Bohemian Grove, under tightness security and in total secrecy, the Bohemian Club hosts a two-week camp, attended by 2000 of the country's richest, whitest, most powerful
men. What these men do each year at this camp has long been the subject of debate among journalists and conspiracy theorists alike.
“Everything from innocent old school frappoy antics to child sacrifice, at least that's what's”
alleged. And the community at the camp is instructed to follow a rule insisting that business talk is strictly prohibited. It's a rule that we know is duly ignored, however.
For it was here at Bohemian Grove that the critical planning for the Manhattan Project took
place on September 14, 1942. When physicists robber Oppenheimer and Ernest Lawrence met with Brigadier General Leslie Gross and Colonel Kenneth Cole to iron out the crucial technical aspects of the development for the atomic bomb. Three years after that meeting at Bohemian Grove, the world's first nuclear weapons were dropped
onto Hiroshima and Nagasaki, over 200,000 people died, and keeping up with the tradition of ignoring the Gross Community Rule prohibiting business talk, it was here at Bohemian Grove in July 1967 that Richard Nixon kicked off his successful 1968 campaign for president with a lakeside chat to potential donors and supporters. One of them, another Grove member, the popular California governor at the time, Ronald
Reagan, to pledge to Nixon after hearing his Grove talk to not challenge Nixon's presidential run.
“And by 1973, over 100,000 innocent Cambodians would be dead due to President Nixon's secret”
bombing campaign. And by 74, Nixon would resign and disgrace over the federal government's intelligence agency designed Watergate coup d'état, an historical event of epic proportions, one that would forever destroy the American public's trust in its government. It's easy to imagine a much different world where it not for the decisions made at Bohemian
Grove. If only the community followed its number one rule prohibiting business talk.
The rule is there for a reason.
Grove members attend their yearly retreat in part to shed the stress that accompanies their
“high-powered positions as masters of the universe.”
The Grove community is serious about the concept of care. And Bose, a motto, nicked from William Shakespeare's amidst summer night stream, that says weaving spiders come not here, which is loosely translated to mean, leave all your scheming and power brokering and bullshit networking at the gate so we can blow off steam and escape the pressures of running the world for a couple of weeks.
The signal the community seriousness about this concept of quote unquote care, i.e. giving
too much of a fuck about your job when it isn't your time to give a fuck.
“The opening ceremony for every Bohemian Grove yearly retreat is the signature cremation”
of care. And event where masked, robed members emerge from the woods looking every bit the part of eyes wide shut extras to promptly take part in the burning of a massive human effigy under the intense, watchful eyes of a 30-foot concrete statue of an owl.
The human effigy is named "Dull Care" and its theatrical burning is meant to represent
the unburdening of community members' everyday pressures in professional burdens. Now I like to imagine Bob Weir at opening night of the Bohemian Grove retreat, glancing upon the burning embers of "Dull Care" and relinquishing all his past frustrations with Jerry Garcia. Being forced to carry Jerry's heroine to manage his early 90s decline.
The parking lot violence, dead and gone deadheads, Jerry's refusal to take any responsibility for any of it. His clinging to a juvenile definition of "adoles and freedom" when the resulted in unnecessary deadhead mayhem. Jerry's own version of "id powered obstinance" that was ironically much like that of a man
Bob Weir was now sharing a cabin with. Donald Rumsfeld That's right, Bob Weir and Donald Rumsfeld. Not only were Apple Heemian Grove at the same time, but were part of the same camp, eating, sleeping, and socializing together as members of the quote-unquote "Hill Billies Camp".
What exactly did the grateful dead's Bob Weir and the architect of the Iraq War, George W. Bush's Donald Rumsfeld, get up to together at Bohemian Grove.
“Was it simple fraturizing or was it something much darker?”
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Grove members grouped themselves together into camps. There's the aforementioned hillbillies whose members not only include Bob Weir and Donald Rumsfeld, but George H. W. Bush and Walter Kronkei. Greatful dead member Mickey Hart, like Bob Weir, was said to also be a Grove member and a member of the hillbillies, though I found conflicting information listing Mickey as being part of the rattlers. There's also camp Mandalay known as the preeminent camp. Some of Mandalay's famous past members include Kissinger and Reagan's Secretary of State George Schultz.
Then there's the caveman camp, I guess, unsurprisingly this is the camp that housed Nixon and the owl's nest camp was populated by Reagan and fellow actor at the Albert from Green Acres. Clint Eastwood from neighboring Carmel took a bump in the roaring camp while industry titans like the Rockefellers and Morgan's bet it down in the stowaway camp. These camps, the hillbillies, the radlers, etc. They're also the entertainment. In addition to the cremation of care and the lakeside talks, Bohemian Grove programming includes plays and performances staged by different camp members often in drag.
A tradition dating back to early Ivy League fraternizing and one that prompte...
However, some claim that there's more than frapp party antics at the core of Bohemian Grove traditions and that the drag performances are part of an overall luciferian subversion of American morals.
One that is best represented by the massive 30-foot owl statue, the presides over the creation of care, effigy burning, which it's alleged, isn't about cleansing one's connection to the pressures of the real world, but is instead a sacrifice offered to the Babylonian deity, Malik, who watches over the evil deeds of Bohemian Grove attendees.
“Conspiracy theorists claim that Bohemian Grove isn't a community, but is instead a secret religion in disguise.”
One that planned the new world order as we've experienced it over the past century plus through a series of malevolent deeds executed by compromised world leaders, honey traps through local prostitution rings and massive orgies into pulling off some of the most dastardly murderous shit and global history all because, well, you know, Satan, I guess. It's February, 2020, and the world is freaking out right now over the redacted release of a trove of government files related to a more recent power player, the disgraced financier Jeffrey Epstein.
The files paint a picture of a modern day master of the universe up to all kinds of secret evil behavior.
“It appears, and I say this in all seriousness, it appears in an almost indesputable way, the Jeffrey Epstein was speaking in code about what is presumed to be sex with prostitutes in underage girls,”
and getting chummy with some of the most powerful men and women in the world after I repeat after he was convicted in 2008 of procuring a child for prostitution and for soliciting prostitution.
Epstein's post-conviction conversations with other masters of the universe include an exchange with President Barack Obama's former Treasury Secretary and President of Harvard University, Larry Summers were the two discussed, one of Summers' Epstein-related female relationships. There are conversations with the New York Giants co-owner Steve Tish referencing a quote unquote Ukrainian girl of an unknown age,
“and another email with a Dubai Sultan, a literal torture video is discussed.”
Barclays CEO, Jess Staley speaks with Epstein about quote unquote Disney princesses, alleged code for young women, and former Obama general counsel and Goldman Sachs attorney Katherine Rummer, is in numerous emails with Epstein seeking career advice and flirting with the convicted sex defender while thanking him for numerous luxury gifts that he showed upon her. The files also prove that the current U.S. Commerce Secretary under President Donald Trump, Howard Lutnik, maintained a long standing relationship with his neighbor Jeffrey Epstein,
one that he lied to the public about just a few months ago, a relationship that included a trip to Epstein Island with his wife and children again after Epstein was proven to be a convicted child sex defender. Now, these are the verifiable, indisputable facts from the Epstein files, not the conjecture. The conjecture is nuts, like the coded conversations about pizza and grapes soda and jerky, whatever the hell those are a reference to, or the fact that on December 6, 2018, the same day that Epstein found out that the Southern District of New York was renewing its federal investigation into his behavior,
Epstein himself ordered 330 gallons of sulfuric acid, a powerful dehydrating agent known for breaking down organic materials like human skin and bone.
What was up with that? Or the claim in the files by one alleged victim who states that at the age of 16, she was used as a human incubator, and impregnated by someone from Epstein's inner circle in an attempt to create a superior beam, and that upon giving birth to that child, the baby was allegedly immediately taken from her by Epstein partner in crime, galane Maxwell, and then the baby was never seen or heard from again. In fact, the baby was referred to in the past tense. And the alleged implication, if we're to believe the victim, is that the baby was sacrificed.
And the teen accuser states that hours after she gave birth, she heard Maxwell say that the baby was beautiful. Was. Now perhaps there are legitimate explanations for all of this. Perhaps the conspiracy theorists are doing what conspiracy theorists do best, taking bits of information and, well, theorizing.
I sincerely hope so.
But maybe one dude watching the cremation of care was like, fuck this figurative sacrificial bullshit, let's sacrifice some real babies, and maybe that dude ended up in Epstein's circle, and maybe the human effigy wasn't enough for the likes of Jeffrey Epstein's masters of the universe.
Maybe the worst behavior from the Epstein files is just the natural outgrowth of bohemian growth. I hope not. I do not want to believe that. In fact, as of right now, I don't believe it.
To date, as I write this, on February 17th, 2026, there's nothing in the Epstein files that proves child sacrifice. All that's been proven so far is the criminal and questionable behavior of a few women and a lot of rich and powerful men. Many of them nerds, like Bill Gates, who I'm guessing never got laid in high school or college, these nerds who found themselves with loads of powers, adults, and the means to behave in truly disgusting ways. And there's a corollary with bohemian growth, but it's less disgraceful. And I believe more innocent, despite claims of child sacrifice and satanic rituals, bohemian growth was, I believe, just a bunch of former Ivy League triharts who chose hard work over play as adolescents and responded as adults by going into the woods for a couple of weeks out of the year so that they could behave like the irresponsible kids that they were never allowed to be.
“But it still begs the question, what the hell was Bob we're doing there?”
Unlike his grateful dead band members, and much like most of his bohemian growth community members, Bob weir was a prep school kid.
In similar to most deadheads, Bob weir was a curious and open-minded individual. Bob weir centered his life around the concept of community. There was the grateful dead community, and there was the community lived in in Northern California. A community with political social and environmental causes Bob weir supported throughout his life. In a mid-Auts interview with a local paper, weir said, "I believe in community everything. I practice that in my life.
“In a given year, probably 20% of the gigs I play are benefits. I walk the talk, I work for the community, and the community works for me."”
It's been that way for forty-some years now, and it hasn't let me down.
I think that what we discovered in the sixties is that community culture is a really good paradigm, unquote. With that community focused thinking at the center of his life, alongside the obvious principles of openness and curiosity. It's very easy for me to understand why Bob weir was a member of not just the deadhead community, but of the local bohemian growth community as well.
“Bob weir's comments about his affiliation with bohemian growth, however, were vague, and I believe intentionally so, and keeping with the secret of wishes of the community.”
But that doesn't mean that his intentions were an epharius, despite some of the malevolent outcomes spawning from the retreat. There are a couple of reasons I believe Bob weir became a member of bohemian growth. One obvious and one not so much. The obvious reason is that given weir's background of privilege, he was experienced enough to know that change can sometimes only happen from within existing power structures. And given this societal change for the better for Bob weir was part of his principled outlook on life, weir understood that he was in a unique position to make a difference.
All he had to do was don a robe and duck into the woods and pound beer as with Don Rumsfeld, and others once a year to make his case. What's better? Pitching about the Iraq War or your friends, you can't do anything about it, or making your case directly to the Secretary of Defense. The other reason I believe is LSD. More specifically, the origins of LSD.
If you've listened to the first disgrace in episode on the Grateful Dead, you'll hear all about how the ban was unwittingly used by the CIA to indirectly spread the use of LSD throughout American culture in the late 60s.
This was in part the result of the CIA's MK Ultra program.
Bob Weir was well aware that this program was designed by many of the men who were part of the Bohemian Grove community.
In 2019 I released my Grateful Dead episode of disgrace and, in a few days later, was contacted by Grateful Dead publicist and biographer Dennis McNally, author of the definitive biography of the ban, a long strange trip. Dennis explained to me that he and Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter had some questions from me based on what I'd researched and wrote. Part of my thesis in that episode was a Grateful Dead manager and sound man Augustus Aosley Stanley III, aka Bear, aka Bear Aosley, himself and LSD chemist and distributor, was an actual CIA operative.
Aosley was the son of an FTC attorney and grandson of a U.S. senator, the exact type of young man the CIA would choose to turn.
“I didn't prove my thesis, but I think I came pretty close based on what McNally told me Hunter believed before he died later that year.”
Robert Hunter, the Grateful Dead lyricist, never believed Bear Aosley claimed that Bear learned everything he needed to know about the recipe for processing LSD from what Bear pulled from the books he found in the UC Berkeley library. Because Robert Hunter, apparently, dove into the stacks of the UC Berkeley library himself and what he found out was that the scientific information on LSD processing that the UC Berkeley library helped was not part of the library until after Bear Aosley made his first batch in 1965.
So where to bear get the recipe? What I'm saying is the LSD processing information wasn't there.
I mean it was, but it wasn't there until after Aosley made his first batch.
Therefore, it was theorized that perhaps Aosley received his recipe from the CIA. And perhaps Bear Aosley had a deeper relationship with the secret organization whose members, including many of its directors, were frequent attendees of Bohemian Grove. The same Bohemian Grove Bob Weer was inexplicably a member of. Perhaps part of the reason Bob was Bohemian Grove member was to uncover the truth about his former manager's relationship if any to the CIA. From actual members of the CIA, who he attended Bohemian Grove with.
Or perhaps Bob Weer was just living in accordance with his principles to affect change in the community as best he could. In this case, from the inside, among power players he found himself in the unique position to not just entertain but to himself influence.
Either way, neither reason is a disgrace.
I'm Jake Brennan, and this is the disgrace site. Alright, thanks for hanging with me on another episode of disgrace land.
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