The Waco Massacre was the closing act of a 51-day siege took place from February 28th to April 19th, 1993. It has all the hallmarks of a psyop. I doubt anyone died, and in fact doubt that there were any people placed in the building during the 51 days except for photo ops. It was just a movie set. So I suggest there were but a few hired actors to play “survivors,” some fake jail sentences, but in reality no “Branch Davidians.” Just an empty building surrounded by frenetic activity.
Planning for an event of this nature had to have gone back years, so that I speculate that when Vernon Wayne Howell (who later changed his name to David Koresh) moved his “Branch Davidians” to the Mt. Carmel complex in 1989, it was done knowing that it would be the center of a psyop and a movie. Further, I expect that the date April 19th would be chosen knowing that two years hence another fake mass killing, the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, would take place on the same date.
As to the significance of the date 4/19, it was the 109th day of the year, and 109 is the 29th prime number, and that yields 11, and that is a long way to go to make a point and feels like a reach. But I’ll be damned if 11 does not pop up again and again.
Continue reading “The Waco Massacre: Wanton destruction of a movie set”
Kevin Starr came across some very interesting material regarding John Brown, and since I did not wanted it buried along with the post, have brought the entire article forward.
“I was doing some of the tedious genealogical cross-referencing … when I started noticing link after link between John Brown and the Hollywood actress Jean Arthur (Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.) Since Arthur’s real name was Gladys Greene, I decided to check John Brown’s wiki for that name. Voila!
By the morning of October 18 the engine house, later known as John Brown’s Fort, was surrounded by a company of U.S. Marines under the command of First Lieutenant Israel Greene, USMC, with Colonel Robert E. Lee of the United States Army in overall command. Army First Lieutenant J.E.B. Stuart approached under a white flag and told the raiders that their lives would be spared if they surrendered. Brown refused, saying, “No, I prefer to die here.” Stuart then gave a signal. The Marines used sledge hammers and a makeshift battering-ram to break down the engine room door. Lieutenant Israel Greene cornered Brown and struck him several times, wounding his head. In three minutes Brown and the survivors were captives.
Continue reading “John Brown: agent provocateur (updated)”
It was plain to see yesterday that the fake school shootings in Broward County had captured everyone’s attention, so I delayed the Waco piece I put up yesterday until later next week.
Again we are faced with the spectacle of tearless anguish. I mentioned on Facebook how odd it is that these two are not generating real tears, and was told that they are just cried out. You’d think the people behind these tragedies would invest in a bottle of Visine.
Anyway, I put too much sweat equity into the Waco piece to watch it slip away in quietude. Will try again after this tragedy has become ancient history, maybe Wednesday.
Another alleged school shooting. Another police drill (“6 weeks ago”) according to MSM reporting. “Fire drill today” just before the alleged shooting according to MSM. How many “active shooter drills” do we need? How many coincide handsomely with mass- school-shooting stories in the MSM. Today’s number: 54 (9) – the date, and the school’s name (Stoneman Douglas) is a match. Fear!!! Order our of chaos. Create the problem; solve the problem. Repeat. More gun control legislation waiting in the wings. More Chertoff Group, LLC (founded 2009) security contracts — more active shooter drills. Repeat. Where it stops, nobody knows.
Have you been taking your state-approved gullibility pills? Let’s take a test to see how effective your dosage is …
The High Priest of Country Music
This was the sobriquet of a performer who had fifty-five #1 singles in his career, of whom Wikipedia says that he:
… was an American country music singer. He also had success in the rock and roll, rock, R&B, and pop genres. … Although never a member of the Grand Ole Opry, he was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame and the Rockabilly Hall of Fame.
You know who I mean. Let’s bring him out now. Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Harold Lloyd Jenkins! Continue reading “Otohelminthiasis—Part 3: Twitty Feed”
Note: Kerry promises three more installments to follow in a piece I thought would be a great jumping-off point for commenters.
By Kerry Anderson
As historian buffets go, There is probably no other table quite like the Second World War. Involving over 50 countries and uncountable tribes, ethnic groups, and organized gangs.
It was certainly a World War by most definitions. Casualties, which seem to take up a large chunk of the research space, are a bit hard to pin down. Depending on when one wishes to place the starting line, It could be counted as 5 years, or even longer if one chooses the invasion of Manchuria. Many factors combine to make any calculation of casualties more speculative than hard fact. The lack of accurate population totals both before and after is a big one. Determining the ultimate fate of many people is also a problem, many displaced, missing in action, or simply dropping out to continue their lives, could account for many.
Continue reading “The three amigos”
Unexpected work responsibilities have kept me from completing the series I started, but I hope to finish it soon. In the meantime, if you have a moment, ponder with me a question that has been plaguing me for years now.
If you play a prank on someone … does it matter whether they ever figure it out? I think not. So long as you’re amused yourself, what’s the difference?
In earlier days, I worked as an assistant for a big shot. He was not the most fun fellow on the planet . He was inarticulate, so one of my jobs was to write speeches for him. On one occasion, I slipped something into his text about being “the master of his domain.” He was an American who put on Continental airs, so I guessed he wouldn’t pick up on the reference. I was right. He delivered the line and remained clueless thereafter. But for the last two decades, I have been snickering about the ribald Seinfeldism I made come out of his pissy piehole. The prank was a success, despite his never catching on. Continue reading “Entr’acte—A Musical Prank?”