Dr. James Perloff holds PhDs from Harvard, MIT and Oxford. He has been named “Mr. America” for seven years running. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics for developing the world’s only perpetual motion machine. He invented the Internet. He is the Most Interesting Man in the World — he doesn’t always drink beer, but when he does, he drinks Don Equis. Michael Jordan asked for HIS autograph. After five moves against him in a chess game, Bobby Fisher said, “I give up.” Hillary Clinton converted to conservatism after a 2-minute conversation with him. Mother Teresa went to confession to HIM. He is author of the book Why Internet Junkies Will Believe Anything You Tell Them — winner of the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award. He also split the atom, and, as a child, trounced Einstein in a nationally televised science debate.
OK, so I exaggerated just a teensy. Now I know some of you are fanatically obsessed with accuracy, and I don’t want your hang-up to make you freak out or something — so, here, I’ve fine-tuned the bio a smidge for correctness:
Jim “Scruffy” Perloff flunked out of East Squantum Community College in his freshman year. He has been named “Mr. Dweeb” seven years running. He was awarded the Booby Prize for inventing a fire alarm with a snooze button. He is banned from using the Internet at his local public library. He is the Least Interesting Man in the World — he doesn’t always drink beer, but when he does, he drinks East Squantum Light (don’t stay thirsty, my friends). He paid $200 for a fake Michael Jordan autograph on a pair of used BVDs. He was blown away in a chess game by his pet hamster, Twinky. A dozen Tea Party members renounced conservatism after a 2-minute conversation with him. When Mother Teresa saw him lying in a ditch, she told the other sisters, “Leave him there — the buzzards might need something to eat.” He is author of the book How to Wallpaper your House with Rejections Slips from Publishers. He also split his pants and, at age 45, was defeated in a battle of wits with a fire hydrant.
(I’ve received minor understandable complaints about the above, so here is the straightforward version.)
I was born in Painesville, Ohio in 1951. But the family moved to greater Boston soon thereafter, and I have always resided in that region since, except for two years in La Canada, California as a child.
I suffered from undiagnosed low-spectrum autism in my youth, brought on by allergic reactions to DPT shots and boosters. I describe my struggles with this condition in Appendix V of Truth Is a Lonely Warrior.
Above: Ironically, my first public attention was as the local poster boy for polio shots at age five.
Like others who have turned deficits to advantage, the reclusiveness associated with my autism made me contemplative, and I was able to hone an inborn skill for writing. However, my immaturity, poor self-discipline and messed-up worldview would make it many years before this skill would bear fruit in the form of books worth anyone’s reading.
My condition was not helped by my family’s complete lack of any spiritual dimension or connection to God. My father was ethnically Jewish, a fact he concealed so well that I didn’t even know it until I was in my twenties. My mother was from French-Dutch-German extraction; her father was a Freemason and she had grown up nominally Christian. Our own family, however, was not even nominally Christian. (This is not to suggest that we were somehow malevolent by default; we were more a less a typical American middle-class family of the day.)
I entered Colby College (Maine) as an English major in 1969. This was an electric time in America, as the anti-war movement over Vietnam was peaking. I lived for a time in Harvard Square in Cambridge, Mass., which was then New England’s “Hippie Central.” My first interest in politics was sparked at about that time. I soaked up the hippie outlook, and ridiculed all things patriotic or Christian. I did not serve in the military as the draft had temporarily transitioned to a lottery system, and my birthday drew number 318. Since I would have made a bad soldier, this was as good for the military as it was for me.
I did not complete my English degree because I did not think it would confer real-world earning capacity on me. I met the brother of the professor who served as my dorm head; he was doing well as a registered nurse and told me that (in an interesting reversal of Affirmative Action) there was a high demand for men in nursing. I had seen nurses at work, and believed this was a good career opportunity in a declining job market.
I transferred to the Boston University School of Nursing, receiving my BSN and licensure as an RN in 1975. That nursing school is now defunct, but was then a bustling place with about 600 students. I would spend decades as a nurse. While nursing might seem incongruous with pursuing writing, for me it provided a healthy balance. Writing is rather nerdy, isolated work that confines you to a computer screen (or back then, a typewriter). Doing it constantly isn’t healthy. Nursing is on-your feet, physical, and involves a ton of personal interaction. Nursing also taught me how to keep work organized, which is essential to surviving the profession, but useful in any endeavor.
In the 1970s, however, I still suffered from the low-spectrum autism that made work, relationships, and life itself a much harder struggle than it should have been. In an effort to pull myself out of this, I became involved with a New Age cult for about ten years.
In 1978, I noticed a girl reading a copy of Gary Allen’s None Dare Call It Conspiracy. Without speaking to the girl or looking inside the book, I felt a compelling need to buy a copy. The book changed my life. For the first time, history began making sense: it had a pattern to it, and was not the haphazard amalgamation of events I had been taught in school. None Dare demonstrated that most geopolitical activity was being directed by a wealthy oligarchy who had an ultimate goal of world government.
It was also clear that there were people fighting against it; Allen mentioned The John Birch Society, and I visited their then-headquarters in nearby Belmont, Mass. As I interacted with these people, I discovered that they were Christians, which helped soften my hitherto scorn of Christianity.
Still in the New Age cult, I was becoming increasingly interested in who Jesus Christ really was. I read a New Age take called The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ, which essentially claimed He received his powers by visiting holy men in the East, but that didn’t ring true. I knew plenty of people who studied Eastern religion, and none of them could raise the dead or make the blind see. I finally left the cult, after hard experience taught me that most of its claims were false.
In 1983, I was suffering from panic attacks that would cause my heart rate to accelerate. The racing heartbeat caused further anxiety in a vicious cycle that would culminate in nearly losing consciousness. The medical workup was negative, but the condition persisted to the point that I developed agoraphobia; I did not wish to go out for fear that I would faint in some public place. It was getting worse, and there seemed to be no escaping the trap.
Through Christian media, which I was exposing myself to more and more, I had learned about the Holy Spirit of God, and how He had supernaturally touched people’s lives. In desperation, I called a pastor of a local charismatic church. He had me get on my knees and thank Jesus Christ; nothing more complicated than that. As we prayed together, I experienced something phenomenal: powerful waves of energy began flowing through my body. They were quite real and physical. This must have gone on for about two hours.
From that day on, I was healed; never again bothered by the panic attacks/agoraphobia. Nor have I re-experienced the waves of energy. My understanding is that God sometimes does, according to His will, use supernatural events to awaken people (as Jesus did during his stay on Earth), but such healings should not be expected as an everyday occurrence.
I committed my life to Jesus Christ, and following that, experienced a transformation of character. I conducted my affairs with a new-found integrity. I even restudied my nursing textbooks, knowing I had not pursued the career with the dedication and professionalism it requires.
The Bible says, “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” This I saw fulfilled in my own life. With integrity came self-discipline; with self-discipline my writing improved to the point that I published my first article with The New American in 1985, the beginning of a 27-year association. A cover story on the Council on Foreign Relations was expanded into my first book, The Shadows of Power, which sold over 100,000 copies.
With integrity, better personal relationships came also; and with this came my wife Wei-Hsin whom I married in 1991.
Even though I was a Christian, questions continued to nag me about mankind’s origins, especially since, during my youth, schools had presented so much “evidence” that people had evolved from lower life forms through Darwinian mechanisms. I believed science and faith ought to be compatible. In the mid-1990s I began seeking the truth on this subject. I read What Is Creation Science? by physicist Henry Morris and biologist Gary Parker, and saw Darwin’s theory collapse like a house of cards. It was a critical issue, because Darwinism had transformed how people view God, themselves, and the validity of the Bible and its moral standards.
As I absorbed more books on creation science, I found most were written by scientists. They made profound observations, but I saw a need for these observations to be communicated on a layman’s level. This resulted in my writing Tornado in a Junkyard (1999) and (for those with time only for a quick read), the very short The Case against Darwin (2002). This topic also launched a public speaking career for me, enhanced by the advent of PowerPoint. This website has a brief primer on creation vs. evolution.
Me in Barbados in 2004 with friends from Project Probe, an inter-church ministry who invited me to give two talks, one on Darwinism and one on the New World Order. I found Barbadians to be unusually well-informed; the island is said to have more churches per square mile than any other nation on Earth.
Learning the truth about 9/11 awakened me to the depth of the conspiracy that I had only been able to partially describe in The Shadows of Power. It was more far more global, lethal, and Luciferian than I had originally understood, and included an agenda of population control implemented through diverse methods. The discovery motivated me to switch my writing’s emphasis from challenging Darwinism to this more urgent threat.
Thanks to the Internet, I was able to accrue diverse information from around world, something virtually impossible when I had written The Shadows of Power. My 2013 book Truth Is a Lonely Warrior is a culmination of these efforts, an attempt to provide people with a comprehensive yet concise history of the deliberate maneuverings – political, financial, ideological and technological – that are bringing our whole world to the brink of disaster. This website reinforces the book with additional pertinent information.
A NOTE ON CREDENTIALS
A few will read this biography to determine what qualifications I have to write on various subjects.
Academic credentials are valid to address. I believe they are most consequential in fields of objective, applied sciences. No one would want brain surgery performed by someone had not been licensed for the task after studying in an accredited program. No city would want a bridge built by people not certified in civil engineering.
However, when we move into academic spheres which one might call less objective and less scientific, such as philosophy or political studies, degrees carry less exclusive authority. Many a barroom debate occurs over politics, but none over quantum physics.
In physical science, truths are relatively easy to establish. Water boils at 100 degrees centigrade – repeated experiments have established that; anyone can test it; it is a fact, not an opinion. History is different, however. It consists of unrepeatable, one-time events. Eyewitnesses may testify about what took place in the past, but they may contradict each other, making erroneous statements, honestly or deliberately. The idea that U.S. involvement in the First World War was justified is not subject to the same caliber of proof as the boiling point of water. To be sure, one can cites statistics, or quotations from eminent statesmen, in support of one’s position. However, historians holding opposing views can usually do much the same.
Furthermore, attainment of degrees in history or political science, while representing commendable effort, may in cases actually warp one’s views. One might unwittingly be subject to the influence of a professor’s bias; universities may also slant interpretations and conclusions as the price tag that comes with large grants from tax-free foundations and from the government itself. I am reminded of the quotation from Thomas Jefferson that appears on this site’s welcome page. Part of it reads:
I will add, that the man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them; inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.
The principle Jefferson refers to – that misinformation is deadlier than lack of information – is the same one evoked when I refer to the biases which political science students may face in college.
It is for this reason that men like James Corbett have attained such wide international followings and respect. Most people are far more interested in truthful and edifying analysis than they are in the degree of the articulator, or whether he/she attended a prestigious Ivy League school.
As for myself, I claim no academic honors; I have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing from Boston University. (I have always been waiting for a critic to ask, “So, just how much expertise in American foreign policy did you attain by emptying bedpans?”). On the other hand, I have been researching and writing on historical and political affairs for three decades, largely through my association with The New American.
But in the final analysis, it is neither academic degrees nor journalistic experience that are paramount, but truth. This I have striven for, however imperfectly. Historians, like a police detective solving a crime, or a scientist seeking to develop a technology, will inevitably pursue a number of false leads and theories, and make mistakes of their own, in the course of their journey.
As stated, I have also written on creation science and evolution, and here it may be rightly argued that, since the topic is more objective than political affairs, academic degrees have greater weight. I agree, and this is why, in my creation books, I consistently quote credentialed scientists. Many scientific fields have bearing on the evolution discussion: biology, biochemistry, paleontology, geology, genetics, taxonomy, etc. However, Darwinism’s assertions are still predominantly speculative and historical in character: e.g., Darwin’s argument that men lost their body hair because our apelike forebears preferred mates with less hair; or Donald Johanson’s claim that the bones he named “Lucy” constitute man’s ancestor. These are opinions, based on limited evidence, about things Darwinists believe happened eons ago. They are not, like the laws of chemistry and physics, observable and testable in present time, and do not at all carry the same force.
Well, that completes my bio. But – uh, oh – I sense a “Marvin attack” coming on. . .
Hi there, folks! My name’s Marvin. Some of you already know me from Truth Is a Lonely Warrior, in which I refuted every one of Mr. Perloff’s ludicrous claims! Now I’m going to do a number on his bio! I present you with. . .
Yes, NUTTIER THAN A FRUITCAKE. You can’t believe anything he says. Here’s why.
Reason number one. See that? The dude’s eyes are crossed. They NEVER focus. Just like his brain.
Second. Whenever he discusses politics, he foams at the mouth. Look at him, ranting and raving about his flaky ideas. (Hint: Don’t get him started on 9/11.)
Three. He’s paranoid about this country’s leaders.
See, what did I tell you?
Fourth: gun nut. Belongs to a militia group. Thinks owning a tripod-mounted, belt-fed machine gun is a God-given right, specifically guaranteed by the Constitution. His personal motto: “They can have my AR15, my bazooka and my heat-seeking missile launcher when they pry them loose from my cold, dead fingers.” Is determined that when the government comes to “git” him for the FEMA concentration camp, they’ll never take him alive. Thinks he’s going to go out in a blaze of glory like James Cagney at the end of White Heat, shouting, “Come and get me, coppers”:
Next. He’s got conspiracy on the brain. That’s all he thinks about all day: Conspiracy, Conspiracy, Conspiracy. If his Aunt Tilly tripped and fell down the stairs, he’d probably say, “David Rockefeller must have pushed her!”
Sixth. Not very bright. Did you know that if you added his age to his IQ, you’d still have a two-digit number?
Seven. The poor sap actually believes Elvis is alive on a UFO. Loser! I hope Elvis is singing “Are You Lonely Tonight?”– would be very apropos.
Like all conspiracy whack jobs, Perloff’s from Idaho. Doubtless he lives up there in a shack, and drives around in a Ford pickup with a one-eyed hound dog and sawed-off shotgun.
Ever since joining The John Birch Society in 1979, he’s looked under his bed every night (no exceptions), just to make sure there are no dirty, sneakin’ COMMIE RATS hiding under there.
OK, OK, so he found one. Big deal! Look, folks, if you looked under your bed 10,000 times, a communist would be bound to turn up sooner or later. That’s just the law of averages, so don’t give him any accolades here, all right? Say, do you suppose he’s gonna sic his cat “Ripper” there on old Fidel?
And the final reason you can’t trust Mr. Perloff? They’re coming to take him away. Come on, Jim, let’s go talk to the n-i-i-i-ce doctor! Hey, Jim, this next song’s dedicated to you.