Month: July 2016

Bill Hicks is STILL Alex Jones

I have been catching some grief, and rightly so, for relying on the work of another person in the matter of Bill Hicks and Alex Jones. That matter bugged me so much that I ran comparisons on my own (I was not able to do so at the time I wrote up the first post on the matter), and was satisfied for myself that the two men are the same.

Since we have now caught the attention of the spooks, I went looking for photos of the two men in a pose that anyone who knows either or both is familiar with: wild-eyed rage. Hicks was is first an actor, and so was able to project a high degree of venom. Jones has the same talent – this is in fact part of his signature as a fake newscaster, to project enough venom to drive normally curious people away. It is part of what spooks call “sheepdipping.” Jones is meant to be such an inflammatory character that he drives people away, thereby protecting secrets rather than exposing them. By such behavior he is able to taint the entire community of people of curious mind as irrational.

So note that Hicks/Jones is given a high platform and is often referred to as the go-to conspiracy guy by ordinary phony newscasters and pundits. And note that when a person stops by the Jones show, Prison Planet, it is found to be a very unpleasant experience, driving most people of calm demeanor away.

I have never been able to watch Jones, even before I came to realize he was really Bill Hicks. He’s too abrasive, his raspy voice is unsettling. It is a very clever maneuver.

Take a look – I don’t think either man (as if) wanted this comparison:

Hicks Jones Angry Composite

From these photos I am able now to confirm beyond doubt that Bill Hicks and Alex Jones are the same person, also known as Freddy Krueger. (Please note – Jones has had some rhinoplasty, as seen before with Lemmy Kilmaster. He has had a ridge inserted in his nose, and some other less noticeable modifications. But the facial lineup is too close to be coincidental. Bill Hicks is Alex Jones is Freddy Krueger.)

The latest Zombie: Richard Branson

Note to Reader: This blog post has been put “under review” as we have had growing pains in developing the technology we use to identify twins, replicas and zombies. The eyes behind the technology are getting better, so as you read this piece note that if you are troubled by its conclusions that we will be looking at it in more depth and with better eyes. For the time being, it is speculation.

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Tyrone McCloskey is the author of the long paper (or book) JFKTV. It was the second of its genre I read, and was part of my re-education, the end of a 27 year odyssey trying to understand who shot JFK. Tyrone explained that no one shot him, and that the event was staged. Tyrone delves into the use of TV and full cooperation of the TV networks to sell the hoax.

(JFKTV can be read or downloaded here – you can easily bypass DropBox if you don’t have that app. It is 160 pages, less print than average for a pdf on each page, and a gripping read.)

Last night Tyrone was struggling with photographs, but even without their benefit came to a startling discovery. He found that Manson victim Stephen Parent faked his death, and was re-purposed as Richard Branson, the British business magnate. I guess he has some spook connections.

Here is Wikipedia’s account of Parent’s death (did I mention that Wiki is run by spooks? I did? OK then):

When the murder team arrived at the entrance to the Cielo Drive property; [Tex] Watson, who had been to the house on at least one other occasion, climbed a telephone pole near the entrance gate and cut the phone line to prevent telephone access to the house.[3] It was now after midnight, August 9, 1969.

Backing their car to the bottom of the hill that led up to the estate, the group parked there and walked back up to the house. Thinking the gate might be electrified or rigged with an alarm,[1]:176–184 they climbed a brushy embankment at its right and dropped onto the grounds.

Just then, headlights approached their way from farther within the angled property. Watson ordered the women to lie in the bushes. He then stepped out and ordered the approaching driver, 18-year-old student and hi-fi enthusiast Steven Parent, who had been visiting the property’s caretaker, William Garretson, to halt. As Watson leveled a 22-caliber revolver at Parent, the frightened youth begged Watson not to hurt him, claiming that he wouldn’t say anything. Watson first lunged at Parent with a knife, giving him a defensive slash wound on the palm of his hand (severing tendons and tearing the boy’s watch off his wrist), then shot him four times in the chest and abdomen, killing him. Watson then ordered the women to help push the car further up the driveway.[1]:22–25[2]

That is, of course,  complete fiction. (Did I mention that Wiki is run by spooks? I did? OK then.) Parent was not killed, Tex Watson is not in jail, and the entire Manson family (except Charlie) has been reassigned over the years to new projects.

What was really interesting to me is how Tyrone made this catch. These are his words:

“Parent was listed as 18 years old when he was killed and I started with celebs born in 1950 and kept an eye out for red/blondish hair- Parent’s smile looked like his deception smile, like he knew he was involved in a con- Years later, the actor has it etched on his face like the Joker’s scars-“

Tyrone has a background in Hollywood and his insights are often stunning. He sees through many veils.

Here is the photo comparison of the two:

Note that Branson’s ear lobes have gotten longer, as they do with age, but that we are otherwise looking at the young and older version of the same man.

Welcome aboard, Zombie Richard Branson!

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See beneath the fold for a comparison of a photo said to be the corpse of Steve Parent with the living person. Be warned it is a little gruesome, but be reassured that the corpse is not real, looks more like a drawing, and anyway, does not match up. Continue reading “The latest Zombie: Richard Branson” →

The game is afoot …

What is going on here at this blog is beneath the radar. Censorship in this country is pervasive, and even more so by the fact that people don’t realize that everything they see and read is censored. That’s really the only way effective censorship works.

Of course I am aware, as are so many others, of the smugness factor, how intelligent people like to imagine they are on top of things by virtue of attention to news and authority figures, perhaps even reading books to augment their by-stealth indoctrination. We learn to live with it, easily after a while, as we know that we can upend the world of any novice who follows evidence to its logical end. If that person finds one zombie to be real, one event to be a hoax, his world is upended, his stomach churns, and he either runs away in fear, or joins us.

Thus do we encounter the phenomenon by which people who imagine themselves up to speed refuse to look at evidence. They imagine themselves too sophisticated. That mindset breathes its own fumes, and a fire hose of truth cannot overcome those fumes. Such people go through their entire lives unaware of the basics of the deceptions around them, thriving on the feast of mock issues and fake politics that makes up our political economy.

But the people we work against are truly crafty and well-hidden, and know how to play the confidence game. In selling the 9/11 farce, for instance, they trotted out the magazine Popular Mechanics to reinforce every absurd lie. It’s a low-level checkout stand magazine that people have relied on for decades, and thus thought to be credible. It becomes an authority source. People behind public hoaxes are too crafty to simply tell a lie. They intend to make the lie stick. And for that they use subterfuge and fake authority sources.

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Orlando Crisis Actor

These people, who we call “Intelligence” or “CIA” or “TPTB,” have minions of laborers on many levels. In the highly visible events, like Paris, Orlando or Dallas, they use fake witnesses and victims called “crisis actors.” With that set of fakes I would have thought we met the lowest of the low, people who cannot generate even fake, much less real tears, people who set our collective skin crawling with their disingenuous emoting as green screens work behind them.

But there is a level lower than those clowns, called “trolls.” These are people sent out to muddy the waters as blogs like this try to clarify. Since turning away from party politics and other nonsense, we have outed quite a few zombies here, another one later today thanks to our friend Tyrone.

Typically, however, trolls don’t simply stop by and tell us we are wrong about this and that, or offer counter-evidence. Rather they seek to undermine and discredit.

So far, I have encountered two trolls. The first, Michael Hamilton, is innocuous enough. Twice now he has sought to undermine exposure of a zombie by asserting without evidence the relative height of the people involved.

“A problem with saying Bill O’Reilly is Bobby Fuller is the fact that O’Reilly is a big guy (height 6’4”) whereas Bobby Fuller is said to be 5’11 (and seems to about the same height as other band members)”

and …

“Also, Duane Allman is said to be 6’1” and Lemmy Killmeister is 5’10”.”

That’s fairly typical of a low-intellect partisan at a sniping site, to rely on one obtuse piece of information in a sea of evidence and to claim that it is a torpedo that sinks the ship. The only reason why I suspect Hamilton to be a troll is that he appears and disappears and when challenged, never offers sources for his “evidence.” How tall am I, you might wonder? I dare you try to find out on the Internet, and the same can be said for anyone we have exposed here.

This morning I received a more practiced troll. He calls himself Josh Miletta, and offered the following:

Some of the spooky YouTube channels peg Lennon as having transitioned into Steve Jobs. Might be worth a look. I mean, did some shlub pioneer a computing revolution from his garage (American mythos), or was it perhaps the military-intelligence complex that was 75 years ahead of the game?

Also of interest is JFK becoming Jimmy Carter (James Earl Carter to boot… gotta throw that royalty link in the name), Jim Morrison to Rush Limbaugh, and Heath Ledger to Michael Grimm. BTW, his wife ‘Lucy Grimm’ lets the cat out of the bag as she appears to be played by Heath’s ‘widow’ Michelle Williams. Compare interviews of Michelle and Lucy, it’s enlightening.

We could unravel this ever knitted ball of yarn until we croak; the real work is inspiring and leading the extraordinary number of people who are aware of the pathetic lies they are fed. Their numbers are astounding but they are meek. They are born of propaganda, crushed and deformed by it, inured to it.

Now that’s more like it! The object then is not to challenge us, dispute us, show us wrong, but to pretend to join us and surround us with noise. Then by association we are all discredited. That is how Intelligence works. They undermine, sneak around in the background, work the angles, but never directly confront anyone who is on to their game. I might, just a bit, respect their guile, but I despise their dishonesty.

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Said to be Chiarini, but with spooks, who can know?

So, for the record, John Lennon did not become Steve Jobs, JFK was never seen again after 1963, Jim Morrison has not, to our knowledge, reappeared, nor has Heath Ledger. These ideas have not a shred of evidence to support them. The man behind most of this silliness is Ed Chiarini, aka “Dallas Gold Bug,” and he is most likely an Intelligence operative sent to muddy the waters, and cause a heap of scorn on honest researches. He’s been undone here.

I have left Hamilton alone, as he strikes like a mosquito and is easily rendered ineffective. The Miletta foray means that someone has taken note of this blog, and that there will be further thrusts in the future to undermine our work. I trust that people who practice and work with evidence will stick to evidence, and ignore those who don’t provide it.

Maury Povich: Another Zombie

On July 25, 1969, Manson family members Bobby Beausoleil, Susan Atkins, and Mary Brunner paid Gary [Hinman] a visit. Manson was under the impression that Hinman had money in stocks and bonds, and that Gary had owned his house and cars. He sent the group to Hinman’s house to convince Gary to join the family, which included turning over his assets. According to Beausoleil, the group visited Hinman because Gary had sold him some bad mescaline and Bobby wanted his money back. Whatever the motive was, the conflict lasted 3 days. During which, Charles Manson and Bruce Davis stopped by. As soon as he arrived, Manson raised a sword and quickly struck Hinman in the head, slicing Gary’s left ear and face. Hinman asked Manson why they were doing this and requested him to take the others and leave. Manson and Davis immediately left in one of Hinman’s cars while the others stayed behind. Mary and Susan stitched up his ear with dental floss while Gary, who didn’t believe in violence, just kept on asking them to leave. It all ended on the 27th when Beausoleil finally killed Hinman, stabbing him in the chest twice. Bobby, Susan, and Mary took turns holding a pillow over his face. Beausoleil then wrote “POLITICAL PIGGY” and drew a pawn print on the wall in Hinman’s blood in an attempt to make authorities think the Black Panthers committed the murder. Gary died on the floor with his prayer beads in hand, chanting “Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo”, the chant of his faith. (CieloDrive.com)

That’s not even good fiction. The writers’ object was to create a sword-wielding monster of incalculable evil who strikes out randomly at innocent people, and a murderer who stabs with a knife while his lady friends hold a pillow over the man … Hinman a man of peace and love and chanting a Buddhist prayer. There’s also a biblical reference with the ear cut off.  Oversell … much?

The Charles Manson character was an creation of Intelligence, in real life a harmless puppy hired to play a role. He only sold it with the help of a compliant news media that dutifully transmitted the caricature of a wild-eyed sword-wielding monster as “news.” Because it was news, because it was on TV, it was guaranteed that a gullible American public would swallow whole. I was part of that public.

Manson could only be seen, but not heard. If the public got to know him too well, they would easily see through him. He was an actor, and a musician, and a loser. His name was not “Manson,” his persona was an invention, his “family” mere hired hands who moved on to new assignments when the Manson gig was over.

By the way, Gary Hinman did not die that day, or any other day. In going through the names and faces of the Laurel Canyon zombies (walking dead), the name “Maury Povich” had been thrown out as a possibly as one of the re-purposed personas. I had heard of him, and one night while going through photos, I saw Povich, and knew I had seen him before. This was an easy one, as was Brandon DeWilde/Thom Hartmann and Bobby Fuller/Bill O’Reilly, as each man had struck the same pose, then and now, making a side-by-side comparison easy.

HinmanThere is, to my knowledge, only one photo of Gary Hinman in existence, but it is a good one. All too often when doing facial comparisons, I find different poses among candidates, so that comparisons are fraught with difficulties. But something else sometimes occurs – people tend to strike the same poses for cameras throughout their lives. In my own case, I had a photo from 1982 or so, and another from 2014, and I marveled at how my expression was identical in the two. (Check it out here.) So too with Hartmann, Bill O’Reilly, Barbara Walters, Christa McAuliffe, Matt Stone and Trey Parker and Sharon Tate and all of the other phonies we have exposed here. They tend to pose for the camera in the same manner then, and now.

PovichSo too with Hinman, now known as Maury Povich. I didn’t even have to earn my pay on this one. Same angle, same crooked smile, same droopy and dark eyes. Also notice the line from his left ear to his chin, identical on both.

If you, like me, don’t know much about Maury Povich or his work, he has been all over daytime TV these past decades, from A Current Affair to The Maury Povich Show to Weekends with Maury and Connie. “Connie” is Connie Chung, his wife, who went public with her struggles to get pregnant, with Maury at the wheel. Talk about public lives! (They finally adopted.)

Before I forget, here is the comparison that convinced me the Gary lives:

MH and I discussed this, after it was becoming apparent what was going on with the Laurel Canyon zombies. Bobby Fuller/Bill O’Reilly became a FOX News pundit, and agitates the right wing crowd (including my late mom and dad) from that platform. Brandon DeWilde/Thom Hartmann took a radio slot to work with the liberals among us, his primary thrust to keep them in the Democratic Party. He works closely with Bernie Sanders. Phil Hartman/Glenn Beck, known to emote and shed tears on TV as a good actor can do, also works the right wing. Bill Hicks/Alex Jones works the conspiracy buffs, the ones who need misguidance. Pamela Courson/Barbara Walters worked the female daytime TV set, filling their heads with nonsense about party squabbles and fake issues. We have learned to look among the lightweights of journalism for our zombies.

Where does Maury fit in? He has had a platform on daytime TV at his disposal. Daytime TV is a low information mecca. What we have learned is that these actors, these CIA plants, are there to cajole and entertain those who think less and need mere distraction. It’s a full time job to keep people in that low information state, and yet have them imagine they know stuff.

There are others, more serious citizens and academics, who often read and think harder and look a little deeper than the O’Reilly/Walters/Hartmann/Povich set. In a full spectrum thought control environment, CIA is there too, providing the analysts, experts … the Chomsky’s, the Krugman’s, Drudge’s and yes, even Moyers and Sagan’s and Hawking’s** … no matter where we turn, spooks are there to greet us. It appears that the lower-level spooks who worked Laurel Canyon in the 60s were reassigned to mind the mindless TV masses. It’s low-level work, but pays well.

But it goes much deeper. Maury Povich moved to the Flathead Valley in Montana, Kalispell the nearest city. It is a beautiful area, mostly a vacation mecca but swarming as well with California immigrants. It could be just a place for Hinman/Povich to live out his days, but in 2007 he founded the Flathead Beacon, a local newspaper. It is disturbing to realize how deep down into the bowels of society CIA control of news goes, even to a lowly rag in a backwater area of Montana. Nothing is exempt.

William Colby, former head of the CIA, was quoted by Dave McGowan as saying that “The CIA owns everyone of significance in the major media.” Since that statement has been formally “debunked,”there is a good chance it is accurate. I never knew  what the word “owns” meant. I assumed it was some sort of contractual arrangement where someone like Anderson Cooper, a known CIA mole*, is told what to cover and what to emphasize. I never realized, as with O’Reilly, Hartmann, Beck, Walters, Jones, and as we will cover in the near future, Tom Brokaw, that CIA doesn’t just “own” these people. It gives them their name, personality, bio, platform, and marching orders. They are not just working for intelligence, they are its creations.

It is one thing to know that news lies to us all day every day. It is another to realize that the liars are not even real people. They are zombies.

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*If he is known, is he really a mole? It is public knowledge that Cooper, son of Gloria Vanderbilt, underwent CIA training while attending Yale. I would simply call him a CIA “employee.”
** Stephen Hawking, a fake, the real man long since dead, is a product of British Intelligence, but the overlap among intelligence agencies world wide is so encompassing that I regard them all as the same agency.

Ramblings: McVeigh, Vidal, Will Smith

I was messing this morning with two images, one of Timothy McVeigh and the other of Paul Wysopal, the FBI agent in charge of “investigating” (read “covering up”) the fake Orlando event. The likenesses between the two are striking. This does show the value of running facial comparisons side-by-side, as there are fatal differences between the two.

McVeigh 5In other photos, as in the one to the left, taken before McVeigh’s fake execution, he has a small Cupid’s Bowed upper lip, just as does Wysopal. However, the skull size on the two men is different, and without running the faces side-by-side, it is easy to see that Wysopal’s ears are at least an inch higher than McVeigh’s. Too bad, as Wysopal is appropriately advanced in age to be McVeigh. But no cigar.

Wysopal McVeigh Composite

The comparison was so intriguing, and yet showed that we merely have two different men, each involved in a large public haox, who only strongly resemble one another. Given the spooks’ affection for twins, however (see McCartney, Oprah, Elvis), I suppose anything is possible.

VidalEverything I have learned this past year or more about public mythology and fake deaths has helped me realize that another man was a fake, an intelligence asset. Gore Vidal was allowed to interview Timothy McVeigh prior to the staged execution, and reported back to us in Vanity Fair, it too now exposed as a spook operation. Vidal likened McVeigh to the character Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello, defiant to the end. And now we know why. There was no real end.

Vidal, by the way, assisted in a long-term intelligence goal, that of feminizing men, normalizing homosexuality, and blurring gender roles. His book Myra Breckenridge was groundbreaking in the push towards acceptance of transsexual identities, if such a thing even exists beyond power of suggestion. His staged confrontation with William F. Buckley in 1968 during ABC’s coverage of the Democratic Convention  (“…you queer, stop calling me a crypto-Nazi or I’ll sock you in your goddam face …”) was probably the first time that a gay man was outed on national television. Buckley, we know, was an intelligence asset, having served in Mexico City during the Kennedy psy-op. Now it makes sense that the two of them were side by side, two asses, excuse, me, assets.

This is an aside, but positioning of ears on comparative faces is usually part of the match-up. But different ear positions is not a fatal blow in a comparison. Here’s an example of why not:

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This is actor Will Smith – there is no doubt that we are looking at the same man in both images. But look at the ear height! Smith has been surgically enhanced, his ears lowered. And honestly, it’s a good move, as it makes him look more like a leading man.

These folks who are used in Hollywood movies undergo untold indignities. As one guy said about the Academy Awards, if a bomb exploded during the ceremony, we’d not be able to identify one corpse by dental records, as none of them have their original teeth. But then, my own teeth have been worked over too, as I was never happy with the set given me by my parents. So who am I to talk?

Mark Staycer fakes being fake John Lennon

John Lennon liked to fuck with us. He was not a liberal or a peacenik, he was not wicked smart or deep. But he did have a crafty sense of theater about him. He knew how cool we thought he was, and handled that aspect of his public personality very well. He never let on who or what he really was.

The movie Let Him Be, which I have here, is a typical Lennon tease. The premise of the movie is that a young Lennon fan (who looks enough like Lennon to be his son) stumbles on a discarded recording showing an older John Lennon alive. He then searches for Lennon in an area north of Toronto where the tape was discovered. He finds a man who looks and sounds like Lennon, but is in the end disappointed. His girlfriend discovers that the Lennon-lookalike does not have bullet wound scars in his back. Therefore, not Lennon.

That’s a nice tease, as it plays with the idea that Lennon was really shot. But what if he wasn’t? I am so inured now the fake death that I imagine he had left New York that day, and viewed news coverage of his death from a safe hiding place and cracked jokes about it.  They can fake death on TV very easily, as people imagine that everything they see on the news is true.

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Mark Staycer

Typical of Lennon, Let Him Be is a switch inside a switch. We are led to believe that a man named Mark Staycer, a Lennon impersonator, is the star of the movie, and that they have fitted him with a face mask to look like him. But deep down, we are to suspect Mark Staycer is John Lennon dressed down so as NOT to look like Lennon.

As I said, Lennon does like to fuck with us. Mark Staycer is not Lennon. He’s misdirection. But there is in the movie a man who look and sounds an awful lot like John Lennon. His name in the movie is Noel Snow, but he is really John Lennon. Yes, Lennon too faked his death. (And no, he was not on the Space Shuttle Challenger that day either.)

But it was difficult to get a straight on shot of Lennon in the movie, as they went to great lengths to camouflage him. There’s nothing useful on the Internet. So I went to the movie, and took a picture of our TV screen as Lennon was singing, behind a large microphone of course. See below the fold for the results.

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The math of facial alignment

There’s an assumption that what I am doing, because it is putting out results that contradict commonly held assumptions, must somehow be bogus. This is because with most people, belief trumps evidence.When evidence contradicts belief, it is ignored.

It is said there are four types of people (actually three, but I added a fourth):

  • Those who understand without seeing.
  • Those who see and understand.
  • Those who see and do not understand.
  • Those who see and refuse to understand.

I clearly fall under the second heading. Left to my own devices, I have occasionally stumbled on new knowledge, and then gradually come to understand it. But for the most part, I have to be shown something before I come to understand it.

Unfortunately, the majority of people fall under the last two categories, either being unable to grasp, or stubborn in indoctrinated beliefs to the point of being hard-boiled and determined to be wrong, and remain wrong. I cannot change that, nor will I let it hinder me in any way in my explorations.

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The above photo is a rerun. It is me. Another blogger thought he could unseat my work by clumsily showing that I am actually John Candy, a nice joke, but one that allowed me to prove my point as well, that my technology is solid.

I want to introduce some math into the technique, and it will be brief, so bear with me. Let’s say there are seven facial features that define a face:

  • Pupil distance
  • Shape of head
  • Ear Height
  • Nose
  • Distance from base of nostrils to mouth
  • Mouth
  • Chin

Obviously there are others, but that is enough to make the point. (Ear height and shape of nose and chin can be altered by plastic surgery. The rest cannot.)

I use pupil distance as a starting point, and then lay one-half of a face in one photo next to a face in another. I do not monkey with that distance. It is a constant.

That done, what are the odds, that the other features will line up as well? Look at my photo above. It is  a perfect match in all regards. Let’s just posit for sake of illustration that the odds of each of these seven features all lining up at once are one in ten. The odds of all seven lining up at once are …

(1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) …

or one in ten raised to the 7th power, or one in ten million. Ten is an arbitrary number. I could have as easily used twenty or fifty or one hundred to describe all the possibilities with the human face.

The point is that when we get alignment as I did with my own face at age 30 and age 64, there is an extremely high likelihood, almost a certainty, that we are looking at the same person. Further, failure to achieve these alignments means we are looking at two different people. Each conclusion is useful.

Baba Wawa was wepwaced?

[Note 10/5/2016:] The replacement of Barbara Walters with Pamela Courson, done after Walters’ retirement and during the 1990s, might qualify as a “Mandela Effect” type event, but not a psychiatric hallucination. People who think they know Walters know the replacement, who has completely replaced the original in their minds. Pictures of the original woman, 87 if still alive, are contained within this post. Pamela Courson is currently 69 years old.]

This has been fraught with difficulty. Take a look at the photo below. It is said to be Barbara Walters with Muammar Gaddafi.

Toss me

Indeed, that is the person we have come to know as Walters, but it is not the person who sat in that chair in 1989 with Gaddafi. The photo is from an ABC website highlighting her career. I cannot say with absolute certainty, but I think the head of the replacement Walters has been placed on the old body. While everything else in the photo is sharply defined, including her neck and sternum, her face is smooth, as if filtered. In 1989, she was 60 years old. Perhaps they merely airbrushed the photo to make her look younger, but I am more suspicious that the ABC tribute site to Walters was worked over so that the photos would agree with the present-day replacement, shown in the inset, Pamela Courson [who fake-died in 1974.]

Here are two photos that I know to be the original Walters. Further, as you can see below, I am quite certain that Pamela became Walters.

Courson Walters

 

Fat JimPamela Courson, in case you don’t know, was Jim Morrison’s beard. She was hired to appear with him in public as his girlfriend. Later, when he was removed from view and sent to Paris, she also appeared in public with Morrison’s body double, the man seen to the right here. That is part of the job of a beard – to ease transitions. (Jane Asher was used in this manner, appearing in public with both McCartney twins.)

So here is the new Barbara Walters alongside the old:

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It is a close resemblance. I can see why they chose Courson. But it is not the same person.

When did the switch happen? I thought that part would be very difficult, but it was not. The switch happened shortly before 1997. The screen grab below is from Walters’ Wiki page. You can see that along about 1997 she started getting awards like crazy.

Walters Awards

The original Barbara Walters was nominated for two awards throughout her entire career. Pamela Courson-Walters was nominated 23 times since 1997. That is how it works – spooks like to promote spooks. Journalism awards, like journalism itself in this country, are fake.

The real Barbara Walters is 83 if still alive. Her replacement, Pamela, is now 69, and retired, a fake life well lived. It has been 42 years since her fake death.

Walters NBCOne final note: The photo to the left caught my eye. It is said to be of Walters when she worked for NBC during the period 1961 to 1974. But it is Pamela. The microphone is a prop. This photo got me thinking that Courson might have transitioned right into Walters as early as 1976. Generally fake deaths are followed by a period of absence of maybe a decade or so. (Heath Ledger should be re-emerging in the next couple of years.) However, the Barbara Walters who worked for ABC in the 70s was the original. It is safe to say the switch was in the mid-90s, prior to all of her fake awards.

This happens every day, I know …

On my way to the hardware store two days ago I came upon two tortoises on the road, big ones, maybe thirty pounds each. I stopped, so did another man named Mark, and we kept them off the road while trying to figure out what to do.

This is unusual but not made up or a joke. I finally decided to put them in the bed of my truck and keep them till we found their owner. Otherwise they would perish or get run over.

There was some commotion of cars going by and routine turtle jokes. (Mine: “Someone left a gate open and they bolted.”) A woman high on her deck on a nearby hill yelled down “What’s going on?” I yelled back “turtles in the road!” She screamed and came running down and scolded her tortoises for escaping her yard. She keeps them to trim her grass.

I gave them a ride home. Her name is Peggy, and the slow-moving escapees were Pete and Don.

OK, I made that part up about the names. The rest is true.

Which reminds me of another joke, probably too subtle: What do you do when threatened by a turtle? (Walk away.)

Oops … too late!

It is amazing … I don’t listen to or watch any news, don’t take a newspaper, and yet by 7AM I knew of the latest fake* event in Dallas.

On my way to the gym, a radio sportscaster solemnly lamented that his job shrinks in importance to that of the real fake news people who report these fake events so faithfully.

Then I got on a treadmill and the on-board TV (before I could turn it off) showed cops hiding behind cars, moving from place to place, the usual fake event nonsense. (If cops have to hide behind cars, why is the guy holding the camera not hiding too?)

So folks, please, until you are given incontrovertible evidence, assume Dallas** is fake.
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This just in … the event has been reported on television news. I am too late. People have already swallowed whole even before I sat down here to write.

* Until shown otherwise
** This comes quickly on the heels of Orlando, which was badly botched by the actors. Is its purpose to replace Orlando from our collective consciousness?