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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There are some situations where only our eyeballs can tell us what is true. I have never been able to do anything with Stephen Hawking, for instance, even as it was plain as the nose on my face that he had been replaced. But look at the photo below:

His whole head is distorted! Mr. Mathis first suggested that Hawking had long died, based on the following Wikipedia entry:

During a visit to CERN on the border of France and Switzerland in mid-1985, Hawking contracted pneumonia, which in his condition was life-threatening; he was so ill that Jane was asked if life support should be terminated. She refused, but the consequence was a tracheotomy, which required round-the-clock nursing care and caused the loss of what remained of his speech.^[308][309] The NHS was ready to pay for a nursing home, but Jane was determined that he would live at home. The cost of the care was funded by an American foundation.^[310][311] Nurses were hired for the three shifts required to provide the round-the-clock support he required. One of those employed was Elaine Mason, who was to become Hawking’s second wife.^[312]

Due to this entry, Mr. Mathis quite rightly (in my view) arrived at the conclusion that Stephen Hawking had died in 1985 of ALS. Many things happened that year – a body replacement, and Elaine Mason (note the name) married him. That is all easily interpreted as reaction to the death of the original. His wife “divorced” his corpse, and remarried. She could not do that while he was alive for reasons of state, I suppose.

But there was no way I could offer evidence to any of this using photos, as the shape of Hawking’s skull had changed – see how distorted it is? I trust my methodology though I sometimes makes mistakes in interpretation. One thing I cannot do is compare two faces when one of them has been completely distorted by a horrible disease. Stephen Hawking, 1942-1985, rest in peace.

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One thing I have decided to do is to rework a post I did concerning Pamela Courson, Jim Morrison’s fake girlfriend, and Barbara Walters. (Baba Wawa, the final cut). I contend that the original Barbara Walters was replaced by Courson. However, at that time, due to criticism I took too seriously, I moved away from face splits and started doing GIF overlays. During the discussion I had on Fakeologist with Ab and Frank the Salt Guy, it became very clear to me that GIFs are not at all convincing. Since I still have all of the photos intact, I am going to rework the post using splits. Then maybe readers will see what I see.

I do want to preserve one GIF. I have found over the years that when I am dealing with splits of the same person, that person will often assume the same head posture. That makes the comparisons easier. I did one GIF of Courson and Walters below, and you will see what I mean by assumption of the same head posture.

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I had an exchange the other night on Facebook, one that made me once again delete Facebook from my device. There is a former classmate from long, long ago who posts daily, her insight simply that Trump is awful and Obama simply … amazing. She’s an annoying liberal. At one point she showed a photo of beaming smiling Obama at a basketball game alongside another of Trump, who had fallen asleep or was frowning, and she wrote something like “See the difference?” I responded that it was apparent that she worshiped Obama as I once worshiped John Lennon, but that I had become an adult and stopped doing that, giving up childlike devotions.

Childlike, she wondered? CHILDLIKE? How dare you!

I responded with the story of Henry Graff, the Columbia professor who claimed that in his 46 years, no “Obama” had ever passed through his classroom, even as Graff’s history and diplomatic history were a de facto requirement for anyone entering politics. I told her that it was apparent that Obama had never graduated Columbia, and was no juris doctor, but to be fair, I added, Trump is no billionaire. He inherited millions, but his career in TV acting and wrestling promotions could not possibly have converted millions into billions. That part has to be fake too.

“Your opinion is your opinion!” she screamed at me, Facebook style, and unfriended me. Why the fuck, I wondered, did I ever return to Facebook? All of the approval-seeking, the likes, the unfriending, the censorship – did I want that? No. I hate it. I didn’t quit Facebook this time around, as like Hotel California, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. It is the most insidious thought control monster ever developed, subtly keeping everyone in line, quickly dispatching anyone who veers off course. It dispatched me in 2020, Mr. There Is No Virus. I merely reversed the spelling of my last name to get back on, becoming Iksrakot, fooling the computer. And thus did I voluntarily reenter the jungle. Mea culpa.