Now the face that I see in my mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there’s a danger
In becoming what I never thought I’d be.
(Some Days Are Diamonds, by Dick Feller)
What is up here? First we learn that a leading “conspiracy theorist,” Alex Jones, is really a comedian, Bill Hicks, who faked his death in 1993. Then we find out that an avant-garde artist, Andy Warhol, is just a mediocre British rocker, Stu Sutcliffe, who faked his death in 1962. An important leader of “the left,” and “author,” Thom Hartmann, is TV actor Brandon DeWilde who faked his death in 1973. A woman supposedly murdered, having her infant torn from her belly in the process, Sharon Tate, was alive and well as late as 1993. Another woman violently murdered by her husband, Nicole Brown Simpson … still with us, and that scary, scary husband is actually a nice man whose reputation was given up for a higher cause. Why would he allow that?
And now a leading member of “the right,” TV pundit and “author” Bill O’Reilly turns out to be a mediocre American rocker, Bobby Fuller, who faked his death in 1966.
So there you have it, our entire spectrum, “right” to “left” to “conspiracy theorist,” our music and art, punditry and important news events all managed, all fake. And I am told it is not important, that this was a better blog when I wrote about politics and “real issues.” Jesus Christ on a crutch!
As time goes on, if you continue to read this blog, you are going to learn that our entire spectrum of thought is a manufactured illusion, and every “leader,” actor,” “author,” “artist,” “intellectual” and “pundit” who is allowed fame is given that fame by our ruling elite. Fame is granted and often taken away by the people who gave it. That is why so many fake deaths. People are used and discarded, reassigned a new role or cashiered to obscurity. Sometimes perhaps, like Lennon and Denver and Robin Williams, they are just allowed to retire, job well done. Maybe they were just tired of seeing that face in the mirror.
Honestly, folks, I don’t get you. It seems as if you prefer to live with illusions. It reminds me of that scene at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest where McMurphy learns that the patients in the institution are there by choice. (Ken Kesey, author of that book*, was also a spook, an Intelligence agent. Part of his work was mass distribution of LSD, a CIA-manufactured drug that destroyed young minds. That could be a lot of our problem these days, addled brains. I wish I were joking. Surely the push to legalize marijuana is not being done to make us smarter.)
Anyway, turn the page, see how “Bobby Fuller,” intelligence asset and fake musician of the sixties, became “Bill O’Reilly,” TV pundit, author, and leader in right wing thought.
As always, this is my opinion, something I am pretty sure originates with me and is not merely the result of mass media suggestion. When we had a functioning constitution that opinion was protected as “free speech.”
*We can never be certain who the authors of books or songs, or even who performs them for recording. Live concerts can be faked too, as Brittney Spears taught us. Much of it comes from committees, as the music of the Beatles and surely that of Taylor Swift and authors like L. Frank Baum or JK Rowling or George R.R. Martin. What of all the talented authors and songsters we don’t know about? Only a few get the nod.
For good measure:
I rest my case.