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.
Over a camp fire, and after too much wine, I suggested to some friends that the Challenger astronauts had not died, and that the event was a hoax. I said I could prove it, which I can. What I got in return was “Why?”
“Why?” is a thought stopper, as in saying “I refuse to look at the evidence because it interferes with my beliefs.” (Another is “Someone would talk.”) I have an idea of why, but it is in development and might take months to flesh out. In the meantime, “what” will have to suffice.
Belief is the enemy of knowledge. Beliefs interfere with pursuit of truth. Maybe it is the fact that I have been drinking well water instead of municipal for the last fifteen years. Maybe that is why I don’t cherish beliefs. What was that Indigo Girl song?
“Don’t drink the water there seems to be something ailing everyone…”
I don’t know if people have always been like this, or if our current generation, steeped in television, movies, and Pogiecation, is debilitated.
Today I want to clear up some back burner issues of minor importance.
Oprah Winfrey was replaced by a body double. They look enough alike that they could be twins, but are clearly two different people. To the left below is the Oprah that hosted the first TV show out of Chicago, and to the right is a younger version of the current Oprah.
The resemblance is so strong between them that I have to suspect we are dealing, once again, with twins, perhaps identical or perhaps, like the McCartney’s, surgically altered. But they are clearly two different people.
Elvis Aron Presley was (is?) twins. Another researcher stumbled on two live birth certificates, and with his bare eye was able to distinguish between them in Internet photos. One has a slightly longer chin and sharper nose, and a slightly less thick upper lip. I cannot do this stuff without assistance of side-by-side matching.
The guy on the left is Elvis, great singer and performer, and who spent a lot of his life in Las Vegas. On the right is Aron Presley, who made a lot of bad movies, was drafted, lived in Graceland, and married Priscilla. Notice the longer chin? (Oddly, two of those movies starred “Elvis” as identical twins.)
That is a tough, tough thing to see. I tip my hat to the researcher. These men are as close to being truly identical as I have ever seen.
Bob Dylan is still the same guy. There is a persistent rumor that when he disappeared for a while after an alleged motorcycle accident in the 1960s, he was replaced by a double. But no, he is what he was then, a kind of surly looking bad singer. (I never cared for his work.)
I could not quite get the nose to line up, but the eyes (one brown, one blue, by the way) tell me this is one person. The nose difference could be surgically altered, or maybe he is just growing that hook that Jewish people tend to do as they age.
Finally, there is also a rumor that Angelina Jolie was replaced by a body double. It reminds me of the line from comedian Stephen Wright that he woke up one morning to find that every piece of furniture in his apartment had been stolen, and replaced with an exact duplicate. The marriage to Brad may be fake, the double mastectomy fake too, and the kids are surely hired actors, but she is the same woman who appeared in movies as a mere child of 16 in 1991.
The longer ear lobes are just part of the aging process. Upper lip lining up is more important than lower, but with anyone in Hollywood, plastic surgery is always a possibility.