Part three of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

Part three of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

 

  

Part three  of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

See Part one here.  See Part Two here.

 

INTRO:  At Marc Adamus LIES 2.0, we have to say that Marc Adamus has really outdone himself with his latest expose. We’re certain that a better example of empty boasts, flowery rhetoric, and outright bullshit won’t be found for some time (maybe ever). Since Marc Adamus just can’t help himself, the manifesto also contains a great number of lies, unsubstantiated boasts, and some useful information that casts a new light on who Marc really is. Part three of this multi-part series:

6. I carry with me a large black 'camp-box' which contains a disorderly mess of every accessory one might generally need while camping: a hatchet, stoves, coffee, a hex-wrench set, bear-spray, knifes, rope, batteries, fine-scotch and 2 to 5 lens caps that occasionally resurface only to be lost again seconds later. I also carry a tall food-box, cooler, 1 to 3 tents, backpacking pack, day pack, camera gear, 2 sleeping bags, an assortment of reading materials and various tools such as a shovel and saw on a rack above. My bed for every single night I am traveling and not in the backcountry is located in the rear drivers-side of the vehicle in my sleeping bag atop two Thermarest mattresses. Being only 5'6" tends to help considerably with this space arrangement.

 “….I carry with me a large black ‘camp-box’ which contains a disorderly mess of every accessory one might generally need while camping”: A bullshit phrase designed to make Marc seem more human, especially with the use of adjectives such as “disorderly”.

“….Knifes”:  OK, just a really dumb spelling error we had to point out. Has Marc ever heard of “knives”?

“…..fine-scotch”:  Whatever this is supposed to really mean, Marc obviously intends to paint himself as living the “fine life” while out in the “middle of nowhere”. It’s a total crock of bullshit and entirely irrelevant to any narrative describing an experience in the wild.

“….an assortment of reading materials”: No doubt only the deepest philosophical “meaning of life” books for a bullshit artist like Marc. 

“…1 to 3 tents”: Who cares how many tents Marc owns?

“…My bed for every single night I am travelling and not in the backcountry is located in the rear drivers-side of the vehicle in my sleeping bag atop two Thermaest mattresses.”: Since Marc is rarely anywhere that could be considered “backcountry”, this is his bed most of the time.

“…Being only 5’6” tends to help considerably with this space arrangement”: Did we mention that Marc is a small weenie with a small penis and the Napoleon Complex?

7. I arrived in the Blackfoot Nation lands near Glacier Park late that evening in the cold and rain. Never satisfied with campgrounds or camping-designated areas, I took off down an unmarked dirt road and then a jeep trail, bouncing through the mud, climbing in elevation, can't stop now, where is this leading, up, up, up. Wanderlust has taken hold, as usual, in the pursuit of a camping spot for the night. I came to this plateau just as the rain changed to snow and completely engulfed in fog. I notice the terrain is flat, half-open and has some really gnarly looking White Bark Pines.

"Looks like a nice spot," I think to myself. The road is probably not even on a map.

“…Never satisfied with campgrounds or camping-designated areas”: What a crock of shit. Who cares if Marc is or isn’t satisfied with “campgrounds”. In addition, what does Marc hope to gain by pretending that he dislikes developed campgrounds? Does he hope to paint himself as a wilderness lover? People who actually love wilderness always use developed camping spots when possible, so as to decrease damage to the area. Marc is a complete hypocrite!

“…I took off down an unmarked dirt road and then a jeep trail”:  Generally speaking, travelling off main roads (not to mention jeep trails) is strictly prohibited on Indian lands. Why would Marc care? He’s so full of himself that all he cares about is becoming Famous.

“…bouncing through the mud, climbing in elevation, can’t stop now, where is this leading, up, up, up”: Yes, we get it. Bullshit Artist Marc Adamus would have you believe that he can’t bear not camping in pristine areas, as high as possible, as cold as possible, and as remote as possible. All of which is a complete fabrication and a LIE. In addition, he violated Indian law by travelling off main roads and camping in undesignated areas. 

“…Wanderlust has taken hold, as usual, in the pursuit of a camping spot for the night”: Again, a big line of stinking Bullshit. And we should mention again that Marc was trespassing on Indian land and deflowering their soil only so He could pretend to be obsessed about only camping in “remote” areas. 

“…Looks like a nice spot,” I think to myself. The road is probably not even on a map.”: This is the essence of the bullshit artist that Marc Adamus really is. Not only was he violating tribal law by being there, trampling the soil with his “rig”, but he had to obsess about how “the road was not even on a map”. Who cares!

See part 4 of this soon to be extensive series soon.