[Note: I have added a face split of Mike McCartney, 1957 alongside Mike McCartney, 2007, to show that even after 50 years, facial features still line up precisely. See the last photo towards the end.]
The photo above is page 118 of the book Face to Face: Analysis and Comparison of Facial Features to Authenticate Identities of People in Photographs, by Joelle Steele. She studied the “Paul is Dead” psy-op and concluded that all twelve of these photos are various morphs of the same man.
She is wrong on that matter, but easily forgiven. She committed a mistake I make so often that I easily understand. She answered the wrong questions – did he die? Was he replaced by a body double?
Of course not. He is twins.
I will put the rest of this post beneath the fold to allow readers to study the photos without my input. See what you come up with – I ain’t the final word on this stuff. I’m still a student.
These two photos are the best side-by-side of the twins at a young age I have ever seen. That’s Mike (“Makka,” Today’s “Sir Paul,” Faul) on the left, Paul on the right. (Paul, last we saw, was pretending to be the caretaker of the McCartney family home in Liverpool, a public museum.)
That part was easy. Ms. Steele did not see it because she did not know to look for it, and operated on the assumption we were dealing with only one man and a silly conspiracy theory. Assumptions kill.
The 1964 photo is obviously Paul, the guy we knew from Ed Sullivan/Hard Day’s Night days. Need I go there?
With 1965 we get monkey business. It is Mike, but the eyes are altered to make it appear that he has Paul’s looping eyebrows, which he doesn’t. They added shadows on the hairline to black that part out.
1966 is again Mike. (I grabbed a color version of the same photo off the Internet.) Notice the natural part on his right, our left – that is a tell, always Mike when you see that. But look what they did to the eyebrows! Compare them to 1957 Mike above – I don’t know if this is a PhotoShop or makeup effect, but it is a botched job. See how the one on the right (his left) goes over and down? Even real Paul’s eyebrows stop before that point.
1985 jumped out at me – I originally thought it was someone else. But it is the real Paul – that is how he looked at that time. I’ll be darned.
That’s a face split of 1964 (left) and 1985 (right.) The longer ear on the right is just ear lobe growth as happens to many of us as we age.
1995 looked odd to me. Those are Paul’s eyes (hint – this tells us Paul was not dead in 1995!). But the ears, nose mouth and chin belong to Mike. Do you get a sense of misplacement looking at it? They have blended the two men into one. This is really, really good work by the spooks. Kudos.
All the rest of the photos, 66, 68, 75, 77, 2004 and 2007 are Mike. Below is a face split, Mike 1957 and Mike, 2007. 50 years, and they still line up.
If you have not followed the McCartney business here and at Miles Mathis’s blog, it appears that the original Paul, who stepped in and out of the role, faded to the background and replaced by Mike around the time of the movie Help!, which was mostly Mike. Later, he was permanently retired – 1990 or so. Speculation: Mike is a better musician and stage performer, and the effects of plastic surgery were wearing off, so that one or the other had to go.
Poor Paul, relegated to caretaker. But at least he lived, and he had a nice ride too.
Piece of Mindful 
Poor Paul seemed quite happy in his role as caretaker of his childhood home. After all the deception through the years, it is probably a blessing to just be retired and out of the limelight. He seemed to be relaxed and appeared to enjoy talking to Paul fans that were a bit stunned as realization dawned.
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The Paul composite from 1995 recalls the merging of two Oswalds into one composite ID photo for each to use when required- Odd that Oswald wasn’t twins… hmmm…
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Counting down and then over, I think 33 and 44 night be the two they blended as shown by John Armstrong. But I could be wrong – the forehead mark on 44 might be an indication of a mug shot around the time of the … event.
I just looked at that and saw five hours work. I am not going there!
(I sent you a message via another blog comment – let me know if you did not see it. It is to invite you to be a blog contributor.)
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I did see it- Thanks- I’m working on something that I hope is relevant and will send it to you soon-ish via e-mail if that’s okay-
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No rush.
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You should look at photographs and information about Mike McCartney. He’s married with kids, works for a living, is well-known, and he looks nothing like Paul. Your photos that claim to be Mike look nothing like Mike.
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I get comments like this, I call you “drive bys” and want to suggest two things: I do not maintain that I am right about everything. No one is, but I suggest you go back to the beginning of all of this, and then read and think. Go back to the beginning, 2016 or 2017-18 or so, and invest your mind, take time, read and think. Thank you and good day.
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sounds like a welcoming invite to a podcast, wasn’t that your “passion”, or “aspiration” at one mood?
I just had a 3 hour lovely syncnificant show with a Norwegian.
if I would have used your approach, leading completely unknowing people (i,e, children) in one of your favo subjects
in your case, Mike is Paul is Johnny is whoever, they are all carnies and The Beatles are awful to my highly developed taste buds and DJ ears
in my case it was Space Travel,and other psyops.
the results will be to hear for those caring to support me for my hard work, the Space Rijen is already a 46+ Gb file….
some tidbits the freebees will get, but you abundance living people should throw that 5 bucks a month to us and come on air to share your interests into topics
at Eye am Eye Radio you’re not bossed at, like the aspiring podcaster here tries as “best practice”
no idea from which podcast(er) you learned this, but it aint gonna work buddy…
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I am kind 9f stuck on a dime here, wanting to move forward, change the blog and its appearance, but unable to move forward. I have to get motivated.
Regarding space travel, I do not care how many converts you have. It only takes one person to be right, not a matter of voting.On 9/11 we saw Newton set aside, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Just by that I knew, though only given time and thought, that there were no hijackers, no aircraft hitting buildings without resistance.
So too with space motion, for every action there is an eq7al and opposite reaction. Newton rules. No matter how many times you come here to slap me around with a dead fish, I cannot overcome that basic principle. Newton rules in space too.
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Look at yourself man, how you come across. This is your thing, if my memory serves well, you have been doing this since 2006. 17 YEARS of blogging and this is how you want to be known by your readers. This is your “podcast”, but then in text.
This behavior, and so many instances before (already sharing the most intimate and incredible crime against your blood own daughter is sick, then calling out your ex-wife who cannot defend herself here even more, but then using her “psycho” in a discussion as a weapon against ME, or any other commenter, is just insanely sick behavior and that you don’t see that proves my point even more), simply reveals a man
not interested in truth seeking, yet in truth tweaking (as a meth addict making non-sensical new narratives)
zero respect and attention for the best commenters (all the ones beside myself) and embracement and encouragement for the evidently lowest denominator.
By that you show you are not even a blogger, because a blogger welcomes the best contributions and contributors, is standing FOR his blog and not spreading a disrespectful fatalism about his place.
Your bipolar behavior shows not that you are not motivated. Your motivations speak from your actions (or lack there of to the right ones), your words are just extra noise on top of what you do, not what you say.
One day you ask for writers, they start emailing you, next day you for no reason cut the communication, then the blog can fall down with all of its commenters with it, you don’t care, and then suddenly you want to be, no but, really, a PODCASTER?
You have motivation enough
For the wrong things, incorrect fantasies you desperately try to maintain
You have no MOTIVE
no direction
no philosophy
no red thread basis
it’s just cherry picking this is fake, but that, where I have 0 knowledge about, is real, SHUT UP commenters, this is a blog, but you opposing my position anooy me.
Proving you’re not a blogger
and absolutely unsuited to become a podcaster
again, I have seen you fail first hand at the first opportunity (that I ws part of, you were before at FAK)
look at you treat other commenters here
like they are little school boys and girls
Suominen gets scolded for no reason
and his excellent insights you care NOTHING for
finally the opportunity to LEARN from expert Boethius, no reaction, no interest
Others get censored, because Mark Tokarski, the autocrat non-blogger decides that “the Universe is expanding and any contrarian view to that gets wiped”…
new (?) commenter Jeanne Steele gets non-descriptively (again, you are the only one here who can add more than 2 links to a post) send to earlier work, shut up, chao, bye bye
LOOK at yourself man
you can’t
you are so incredibly blind
and deaf for any NEW arguments,
DONATED by me to your blog
that you call “dead fish”
an almost 73 year young man
degenerated and grumpy
while living in absolute abundance
and worldwide astonishing wealth
not even able to
handle anything that doesn’t fit in your fantasies
every Groundhog Day again
Great podcaster that will make you, excellent !
Subscribe all to the Groundhog Day Podcast, where Mark Tokarksi is gonna share his fantastiscal non-sensical spaghetti of contradictory views (LARP et VERA nii – your alter ego is more consistent than you, she believes all space travel, you draw magical lines you cannot even begin to explain) every day the same !
don’t bother coming and join the show
you’ll get scolded
treated as a school kid
by the “””teacher””” who himself
knows literally nothing about
physics
chemistry
thermodynamics
material properties
logic
history of flight
history of technological advancement
and so much more
I wish you a lot of listeners
those who care to share their bright thoughts on air
know how to find me
you are a certified madman
and I stay away from those
that invitation that I gave you on air at Ab’s is off the table
types like you are staying far away out of my world
I worked, not traveled, not holidays, in 3 countries in the world you cannot even enter
Unlike you, I tested my points with many people, not only the famous astrophysicist, also my friend and diving instructor, a rocket engineer, geologists and others. What have you done in 6, SIX, posts about space travel in a month ? N-o-t-h-i-n-g.
who the heck do you think you are to treat others like school kids, punk?
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You probably don’t know who Roger Staubach is, hall of fame quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys American football team. A former receiver wrote a book about how good and overlooked he was, how he could have made a big difference for the team. Staubach was asked about the book, and said “If I had known he was that good, I would have thrown to him more.”
Reminds me of other things … Staubach took a hard hit to the head, and had to go through a lot of tests to make sure he was OK, and said after that said, “The doctors examined my brain, and found nothing.” Then he said “Actually, they said I could probably be calling my own plays.” Cowboys coach Tom Landry was famous for not only micromanaging the team, but also calling every play.
I like self-deprecating humor. I have a hard time with people who take themselves too seriously. Especially the ones who carry a large fish around used to slap people around. Get over yourself. I know I have.
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the confirmation everyone needed.
you write to me like a teenage bully, with no substance, again. and like you are in Discord DM, not as OWNER on your own blog, for everyone to see and read.
I will leave you all, I know where I am and for whom I write, with a parable, illustrating our differences and why it is a total waste to keep spending my valuable TIME here.
enjoy the parable, cause this is my last post here (no, no, “gaia comes back”, read along)
Mark & gaia, two little boy brothers, of the same age, but not twins, go to the beach, a plan proposed by 8 year old Mark. He has been talking about it for 6 years (the beach plan is “opening multiple and constant threads about the topic of space travel”), so basically since he could talk (since the moment I entered this place, so POM became part of my world, it was NPC before and will be again after this).
Mommy is with us and carrying the bags with scoops and buckets, the football (a real football, not that fake a$$ hyperconsumerist spectacle you guys call that non-spherical hand-game and need to straw-grasp some stupid quote to me) and the lunch and drinks and parasol and everything.
Mark, having set up the plan to go to the beach for ages, making everyone enthusiastic for the plan (cf. the 6 (!) topics within 1 month, intending, at least theoretically because they were posted, to discuss space travel and learn from it, progress, grow).
Grandpa (the audience, any commenter, sometimes specific) is going with us and that gives us all extra joy because he comes with a load of research and understanding of exactly that, space travel, giving us the opportunity to talk for hours and LEARN from each other ; AIDUCATION.
mama, Mark and gaia all go to grandpa’s house at the last street before the dunes and behind the broad beach (it’s lowest tide and we’re on the Dutch coast…)
ringing the door and the time it takes to open does realize us that grandpa just had had an accident and is now in a wheelchair…
what happens ?
of course Mark starts shouting, screaming, like the 72 months he’s old in his behaviors, …. now we cannot go to the beach and screams I wanted, ME, ME ME, to go to the beach (the autocratic approach to everything in the world, truth, and up to himself… “I know I have”, no fool, you NEVER “get over yourself” = learn enough about yourself. You never are right about things, we are always wrong. The key is to be least wrong about things ; truth seeking and philosophy, morality.)
mom suggests we stay at home, because strong daddy is not with us…
grandpa is all fine with everything (the commenters here who should be lead, not scolded, by the thought leader, blog owner, “The Fakeologist”, i.e. you, Tokarksi)
what does gaia do in all this mayhem ?
tells Mark to carry the wheelchair
and he takes grandpa on his back
and we go, take on the 2 hour stroll to the shoreline, where we wanna play and enjoy the summer day (get to the nitty gritty of space travel, possible, yes or no, real blog comment interaction, respectful high level truth seeking, i.e. the whole fecking PURPOSE of this place, again, apparently in theory alone)
Mark of course immediately starts screaming “stupid wheelchair, I am not gonna carry that thing”, having not a single Eye am Eye for the struggles and handicap of grandpa (cf. your abhorrent treatment of everyone here, but in pathetic particular to someone suffering from a huge handicap, on a blog called Piss Off, Mind Fools ! where the default enabled editing function has been taken away from us, namely dyslexia, shame on you, PO
MSand the absolutely most pathetic thing is
you didn’t even APOLOGIZE to Suominen for not understanding that he suffers from that. how flucking insensitively insane must you be man?)
in the end we go
gaia (8, 30 kg) carries grandpa (88, 60 kg) on his back up and over the dunes and into the sand
all the way Mark does NOT communicate with any of the space travel enthusiast members of the “Quest to the Volcano” group (no single interaction with Boethius, mama with all her years of experience behind her, Suominen, grandpa mumbling a bit but doing his utmost best to be understandable for all of us, yet only talks to his Tamagotchi Toy Turtle he carries with him, especially flown in to us from Italiaustralia.
then, halfway, in the middle of an empty beach
all the other beach goers that lovely day, having the same plan (i.e. all the interested commenters here, TimH in particular, but WashingtonSeans esoteric excellence not forgetting) interested in our odd party of poopers
already walked far away (do you see anyone commenting on your blog, Mark, why do you think everyone walks away from you, it cannot be YOU, because YOU have figured yourself out right, YOU have gotten over yourself, it is others who should “do that”, right, your words, not mine, well, now…)
after Mark snarling all the ones away who were intrigued enough and always equipped with knowledge that we don’t have (mentalversity vs university, aiducation vs inducation, aHEAD. vs Prussian Inducation Systematics), “no, we don’t need help, I Know I Have Gotten Over Myself, Pi$$ Off now, you annoy me”
the Sun still shining over us, Sué is watching over this Sunny sunday, Domingo
in the middle of this beach
Mark throws down the wheelchair
“I am not interested anymore°
I didn’t wanna go to the beach in the first place – Haha, this is all for sh!ts and giggles, I am not interested in any space truth, this most existential question is nothing to me ;
don’t take yourself ; i.e. Your Life “so” (how much?) seriously
Seriously ?
you are an absolute piece of feces of a human bAIng, mark, the übermark, SO enormously convinced of himself and projecting that enormous underlying insecurity (I recognize insecure, far too stupid for their own claims, psychopaths when I meet them, even if it needs to take 5.5 years to get to this insight like this) on others
not on me
anymore
that day YOU are YOU are in that wheel chair
stuck in the sand
no friends (you cannot possibly have any, you are utterly unbearable)
to aid you
all alone
I wish that on that day
the flood comes in
as slowly as possible
to allow you
the most amount of TIME
to THINK about yourself
you, YOU so called “got over”
and enjoy the lessons that only GAIA and GAIA alone
can give YOU
I, tiny tiny grandchild of her
having to live up to her name
because I chose her
embracing all the GOOD creations ; real valuable honest human beings of her
in my valuable LIFE
to be taken VERY seriously indeed
around me
and in an objectively far more dire situation
that any of you is in
I am happier
stronger
and
wiser
than EVER
join me
and we have a Fair & Fertile Future
without the Marks and their pathetic pitifullness
agenda (at) protonmail (puntico) com
we are aLOUD.
together
we matter
to gather
we better
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Sheesh. Did not get it first time around. Please, please, do not repeat!
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