The virtues of being a bad student

Although I cannot say what the date and time was, I do remember the incident. For reasons probably having to do with trauma, my brain was in an awakening state. I was reading, but in an unplanned fashion, merely taking in everything I could. I was raised to be a Catholic conservative Republican, and reflected that upbringing.

At a certain point I was sitting on our couch in our living room in our house on Pine Street in Billings, Montana. I had been furiously trying to solve the murder of JFK, to no avail. As designed, that event was fake but meant to grip anyone interested in perpetuity. It would be years before I came up on the information that set me free in that regard, that the event was fake.

Our leaders and influencers enjoy keeping everyone in a state of anxiety. Anxious people cannot think properly.

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Senior citizen tales

Last Friday I was washing windows. In our dining room we have four windows that are too high to reach, and require an extension ladder. I have one of those, and old one, but functional. The problem with it is sharp corners, as I learned that day.

I remember fixing a toilet in the last few years and in a tight space where it is so hard to reach the seat bolts. I have a power wrench that comes in handy, and so used it to reach the back bolts that were otherwise hard to get at, and I let one go too long and the entire toilet fell apart before my eyes. Ceramic will do that. Months later I related this story to my cousin’s husband, and he said “You never want to use a power tool on a toilet.” That was such obvious advice that I wanted to slap him, but instead I said “Now you tell me.” (I like the guy. He’s a musician, a piano/horn player, and a really good one. Deep inside I want to be a musician. They tried to recruit me for my singing voice in high school. I regret turning them down. It never occurred to me to say yes.)

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Barbara Walters

Courson with Jim Morrison

Barbara Walters was  a pioneer in American broadcast journalism. This post will revisit earlier posts about her, but will be shorter and more on-topic. I did an interview over at Fakeologist recently during which we reviewed my work on her. I decided that work I had done before on this subject was unconvincing due to my use of gif’s instead of face splits for evidence. I am the one who slaved over the computer with the gif’s, and so could see how easily the faces overlaid one another. I could easily see that Jim Morrison’s alleged girlfriend, Pam Courson, pictured above, stepped into the shoes of the original Barbara Walters, and yet the work to outside viewers was not convincing. I realized I needed to go back to face splits and stick with them.

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An appeal to scientific sensibility

I recall being deeply discouraged when I heard the outcome of Held v Montana, the children’s lawsuit where a judge ruled that kids were indeed protected under the Montana Constitution from greenhouse gases. “Where is science in all of this?” I wondered, along with wanting to know who put the kids up to it. Montana has a constitutional provision that its citizens are entitled to a “clean and healthful environment.” That’s a bit like saying that we are also entitled to a healthy diet, quality health care, intelligent public officials and really good school teachers. The problem with all of that is definitions. People of sound mind will disagree on all of it, and the conflicts that arise can only be called “irresolvable.”

Nonetheless, the constitutional language is there, and District Court Judge Kathy Seeley rule in favor of the kids, or I should say, the people that put them up to it. Later, the Montana Supreme Court went along, so now we are dealing with precedent.

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Iksrakot

I decided that I have to let the last post go, as doing more work on it is pointless. As it is, when I do face splits, it is very rare to get any alignment at all, but when the eyes, nose, mouth and head shape all line up, it is a bingo in my book. What about plastic surgery? They can’t do much, but they can do some. With Bill Hicks, for instance, it was apparent that they inserted a piece of plastic or something in the nose to straighten it out. But the nose was still in the exact same location on his face. They cannot change that. They cannot change the shape of the skull or location of the eyes, most critical in making comparisons. They cannot raise or lower ears – they can only tuck them.

What about when a person ages? It does not change alignment of features. They are hardwired in our skulls. Fat accumulates in eye sockets, ears elongate, chins double and then triple, but it is the same face underneath.

With Sam Cooke I found what clearly was a set of twins, and set it up as follows, one photo of Twin #1 superimposed on five of the other:

None of them align! In fact, the all misalign in the very same manner. What does that mean? It’s easy: Two of them.

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Louie, your goose is cooked

Note to readers: This post is about Sam Cooke and Louis Farrakhan, written in 2016 by Tyrone McCloskey and me – I did the photo work. At that time (2016) I was seeing twins, and identified Sam Cooke as a set. I later backed away from such things, as I was seeing too many. I settled on maybe half a dozen, which included Rihanna, Drake, McCartney, Janis Joplin, Anderson Cooper. Drake and Rihanna are because I had photos of the two together. However, this could explain why I had such trouble working with Cooke last week, that I was unknowingly dealing with two of them, one of which would line up, the other not. This is how we discovered the Joplin twins, and I am very sure about that work.

I completely spaced this out, and have forgotten doing the work back then. Tyrone remembered.

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Tyrone wrote: A while ago, while Mark was still on vacation, I took a look at photos of Sam Cooke and wondered which pundit he might have become. Of course he would be a zombie because he fit the basic criteria: Musical star, dead at 33 (Ca-Ching!), his death being sensational tabloid fodder but made no logical sense. He was also a business man and had secured an agreement with future Beatle handler Alan Klein to mint money for his efforts. Naturally, after Cooke’s death, Klein controlled the posthumous windfall. Where that money actually went is of no concern because these assets are wage slaves, I’ll wager, and they never expected royalties. They are, indeed, very well paid wage slaves, but these are basically pensioners, not investors.

Not even playing a hunch but just off the top of my head and expecting to have to go through a list of suspects, I started with Louis Farrakhan as the possible zombie. He was the right age and an opinion maker, to say the least. Not exactly one of the house Toms at FOX, but a paid pain in the ass for the Intel circus known as the Nation of Islam. He was also an accomplished musician. Well, since I’m no master of the split personality portrait, I threw it out to Mark, Straight and friends to run these two, Cooke and Farrakhan, to see if there was a chance.

Ding Ding Ding! Mark posted quickly that it was a match. This zombie, however, was further back in queue, so only now are we presenting.

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Notes on Andy Kaufman, Malcolm X, and Sam Cooke

About that Andrew Kaufman – I received notice from Tyrone McCloskey that he had suspicion that another Andy Kaufman (fake death 5/16/1984) had taken the form of California lawyer and perennial political candidate Eric Early. Here are a collage of photos I have been working with this morning, Andy Kaufman above, Eric Early below.

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The deadly spinoff virus

Yellowstone was a very popular series that lasted five seasons on Paramount. By my count, it has now engendered two spinoffs:

  • Marshals starring Luke Grimes as Kayce Dutton, a special forces veteran subject to flashbacks and who was once married to a Chinese woman (Kelsey Asbille) who pretended to be a Native American in Yellowstone. Unfortunately for the series, Grimes doesn’t project much charisma, unlike Keven Costner, star of Yellowstone, so I don’t imagine the series will last. But who knows. I also see that the series is set in Montana, and that US Marshals there (1) draw much of their employment force from the Hollywood model pool, and these models are excellent shots and skilled horseback riders who can also carry their own in fisticuffs; and 2) that they do most of their work while riding horseback. I had it in my mind that the internal combustion engine had replaced horses, but in Taylor Sheridan’s world, four-wheelers do not exist.

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Elvis (impersonator) turns 77!

Monday evening I spent time talking with Ab of Fakeologist and a man calling himself “Frank the Salt Guy”. Ab is from Canada and Frank from Australia. The entire conversation is on Fakeologist, and you can listen here.

We ranged far and wide, from Miles Mathis to Modern Monetary Theory. Frank is a smart, lively guy, and I was happy he was there to make it a three-way instead of two-way affair. Ab, as always, brings a dose of healthy skepticism to my wildest ideas about fake deaths and people who fake their deaths and become other people.

Part of what I want to write about in the days ahead is a set of photos brought to me by Tyrone McCloskey. Since I mentioned it on the Fakeologist show, I’ll talk about it here. Tyrone has found, in my opinion, the living man who once went by the name of Andy Kaufman,  the Man on the Moon himself, and the guy who did a mean Elvis on the Johnny Carson Show. I’ll show the Carson clip below, and I need to pick Tyrone’s brain about where Kaufman might be now. I haven’t checked his details, but someone said on the show that if alive, Kaufman would be 77 years old.

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A Day in the Life of poseurs

I wrote a piece about the Beatles yesterday, and ended up not liking it. In it I veered off course and suggested that the Intel entourage behind them is now busy sealing details, writing final chapters, and repairing any damage that might be done by Mike Williams, aka, Sage of Quay. I suggested some event had triggered this movement towards closure, perhaps the death of either Paul McCartney, the original, who would be 84, or John Lennon, 85.

Mr. Williams presents a contradiction, as it appears his mission is to promote the fictional character Billy Shears and to allege that the real Paul McCartney died on 9/11/1966. At the same time, Williams has done good work exposing the true nature of their music, offering a strong case that Rubber Soul, for instance,  could not be their music or instrumentation. (I suspect that none of the Beatles’ music, beginning to end, was composed by either Lennon or the McCartney’s,  and don’t know about Harrison or Ringo.) In this manner, Williams presents a contradiction. Ayn Rand said repeatedly in Atlas Shrugged that “There are no contradictions, only faulty premises”. She spoke truth. Williams does present a contradiction. The only resolution I see is limited hangout. He is not a stupid man, far from it.

I want to kick off this post, which I want to be a series of videos with limited comment, with a video currently on YouTube.

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