Author: Mark Tokarski

Just a man who likes to read, argue, and occasionally be surprised.

Knowing what we know now …

hanoi-jane

Inspired by this comment.

Addendum: Not everyone pays attention to photos as we do here, so I assumed that everyone reading this would instantly know this photo is a paste-up. Imagine taking a photo of your family, and when the photo comes out, only two people are affected by the flash, everyone else remains dark. It does not work that way. The light from the flash travels out over a broad area, hitting everyone in range.

In this photo, only the three people in the foreground are lit up. That is because that part  was a photo taken somewhere else and then pasted into the photo to make it appear the she is actually on a gun turret. (Her eye is also out of line with the sight.) The three were probably photographed in a studio, as the lighting is so even – there must be a light shade in use to produce such even and delicate lighting.

When I saw Tyrone’s photo of Kent State (the “comment” blued above) I wondered if the Hanoi Jane photos were real or paste-up. It was no surprise. They are fake, as is she. “Hanoi Jane” was Intelligence, sent to discredit the antiwar movement. This photo angered most Americans. That’s why she did it. She’s a spook.

John Lennon family photos

We have found with some performers that their family backgrounds appear to be made up. Jim Morrison, for instance, appears to be pasted in to his family photos as a youth, this one for instance. And here are Janis Joplin and John Denver, obvious paste-ups. Neither belongs.

The question is why? In Joplin’s case, since she was a twin, it could be that she was given a new family to conceal that fact. With Morrison and Denver, perhaps such musical talent is rare in spook families, so they adopted them, or Langley placed them in foster homes for minding. Admiral Morrison would then be “Jim’s” case manager, as would be Lt. Col. Deutschendorf for Denver.

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Dallas Goldbug got one thing right, anyway

Comedian Bill Hicks (real name unknown) was a psyop, both alive and after he faked his death. Alive he pretended to be a conspiracy theorist, tromping about the stage imitating the head wound to President Kennedy. The “psyop” part of that routine was a deep lingering suspicion that he got cancer at age 32 by some evil means, probably CIA injecting something in him. It was intimidating, and we could not voice our suspicion because we had no evidence.

They were messing with us.

Bill Hicks after his fake death became another psyop, this one promoted by a spook named Ed Chiarini and calling himself Dallas Goldbug. As we have found here, death and rebirth among famous people is not that uncommon, the “Zombie” phenomenon highlighted on the list to the right. So Goldbug got out in front of us and identified Alex Jones (real name unknown), the conspiracy broadcaster from Infowars, as the reincarnation of Bill Hicks. He is, as he knows, quite correct about that. That was intentional, and the only time Goldbug has ever been correct. It was bait.

Now comes the clever part – Goldbug went on to put out a list of loony and nonsensical rebirths, saying that JFK became Jimmy Carter, Jim Morrison became Rush Limbaugh, John Lennon became Steve Jobs, and many others. All of that is obviously nuts wrong, and meant to appear that way. Now when any of us step forward to identify Zombies, the first accusation we hear is that we got the information from Goldbug.

See how it works? It is called blackwashing. It is another way of hiding truth in plain sight. Goldbug created incredulity, and that allows Zombies to hide out behind him. That is why I say he is a spook. And  I wonder sometimes how we can ever manage to come out on top – that sort of psyop is just clever.

Anyway, just for giggles, below the fold is the transformation of Bill Hicks into Alex Jones, the one thing that Goldbug ever got right, but for the wrong reasons.

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JasonBoring

Back many years ago I used to go to our local library looking for something new and interesting. I would go through the stacks looking for books that had many copies, thinking that popular meant good. I’m no literary critic, but in that manner, I discovered Robert Ludlum, and gobbled up everything he wrote. If not good, at least he was enjoyable. He had a sense of authenticity about him, and his characters, while formulaic, were not the typical American-good-everyone-else-bad type. Anyone could be a villain, duplicity was all about, and power was always hidden in the shadows.

Ludlum died having written perhaps half of his final book, and other authors took over. I could tell, reading that last book, exactly where he passed on. The writing voice changed, the characters became cardboard cutouts.

Robert Ludlum is now a trademark, and the books are written by a committee named “Robert van Lustbader.” I’ve not read another since.

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Pizzagate – nothing there. Move along, folks …

I was in the gym one day doing whatever, and had my headphones on. I was unknowingly singing along with a song so that anyone around me who had not similarly blocked out the room could hear me. A woman, who was under supervision of a trainer, tapped me on the shoulder and pretended to dance to my singing. We both laughed, and I told her the name of the song. She then said that given the terrible thing that had happened, glancing at the TV screen, it was nice to have some relief from the horrible world.

The event that troubled her was the Paris bombings. It was the first I heard of that event. I have seen the woman in the gym several times since, and have wanted to console her as I could have that day had I understood what was happening to her. I would have said “Oh, don’t worry about it. That event is fake. They do that just to make you feel scared and alone and depressed.”

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11/24/63: They fake killed the wrong Oswald

[It would help, before reading this, to review our work on the Lee Harvey Oswald twins.]

Imagine you are in a field, and that all about you are rabbits. If you try to catch one, it disappears into its hole. You can chase it, but will be lost in a maze of tunnels. Meanwhile he’ll resurface and peacefully graze as you try to find your way out.

This is the Kennedy assassination. It had to be one of the best-planned psyops of all time. It comes with fake deaths at every turn, false leads, golden apples, villains and saints and fake evidence … all contrived to keep us busy for decades. I am thankful for a certain man, Miles W. Mathis, who in 2007 or 2008 solved the riddle. It allowed the rest of us to get on with our lives.

Another man, our own Tyrone, in his paper JFKTV concentrates on TV coverage of the event, an essential part of the scam. He has said in conversations these past months that nobody died that day – not JFK, Oswald, Tippet, or later Jack Ruby. Given the volume and depth of his work, I am using that as a guidepost. It is one of the few things we can rely on. I operate on the assumption that everyone who participated in the hoax lived to tell about it – JFK, both Oswald’s, Officer Tippet, and Jack Ruby.

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Freddie Mercury became Dr. Phil McGraw: Case Closed

1/21/17 Addendum: In the comments below (thank you JM), we learn that Dr. Phil has a son who is a rocker, and who sings in falsetto voice. Dr. Phil has no idea where he got the talent. (See the video by scrolling down here.)  It is typical flashy rock, heavily overproduced to mask the absence of any real talent.

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I’ve gotten criticism at Fakeologist at various times for the work we do here – I take the brunt of it since I do the most posting. They do not like my face chops, and yesterday a woman in their ongoing podcast said that she does not trust me.

My answer to all of that is “You’re wise.” I don’t expect to be trusted, especially given the nonsense and noise that the disinfo agent Dallas Goldbug has spread around. I want to be scrutinized, doubted, and I want to advance in photo analysis so that the techniques draw more confidence. I appreciate that Fakeologist has reprinted articles by all the authors here, and that I can usually go there when looking for some new material to satisfy my eternal quest not to be bored. I accept both their criticism and distrust as normal and wholesome.

Today is the final chapter in the Freddie Mercury/Dr. Phil McGraw Zombie case. I have done all of the photo analysis, but will close this piece with what I believe to be a clincher. Just as with Bill Hicks/Alex Jones it took an overlay of teeth to convince skeptics they were the same man, I think I can pull a similar feat with these two.

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Dr. Phil Revisited

As I sit down to write, I do not know how this project will end.The match-up between Freddie Mercury and Dr. Phil in the original post was so dead-on, except for the ears. Now that I know that Freddie was twins/replicas, that problem is receding.

tom-brady-matt-damonI say “twins/replicas” because we are in transition in outlook here. There is a large program in place wherein duplicate people are somehow manufactured. I hesitate to use the word “clone,” but there have been hints in the back-and-forth among the writers here of farms or factories where people of a certain mold are turned out. See, for example, Straight’s piece on Matt Damon lookalikes. It is shocking. Since he wrote that, at his suggestion, I ran Matt Damon against quarterback Tom Brady. Except for ear height, they match up almost perfectly!

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Freddie Mercury Revisited

As part of a housecleaning effort, I want to go back and revisit some of our “Zombies” that have caused controversy and doubt, or have kept me awake.

Frankly, Freddie Mercury is not one of them, but I have gotten enough negative feedback that I have decided to start from scratch and re-do the whole business. I do not know where this leads, and if his eventual match-up to Dr. Phil proves to be a reach, so be it. I will retract. (This post will be followed soon by “Dr. Phil Revisited.”)

So for now I will work only on Mercury, then Dr. Phil, and then a comparison of the two to see if the first post regarding these two was on, or off.

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33 Thomas Street

I woke up this morning to a link in my email box to the following article:

Titanpointe

The NSA’s Spy Hub in New York, Hidden in Plain Sight

It’s a long article from The Intercept, an online investigative journalism site founded in 2014 to act as an outlet for the documents made public by Edward Snowden. Its founders are Betsy Reed, Glenn Greenwald, and Jeremy Scahill. Its funding comes from EBay founder Pierre Omidyar.

The address of the Long Lines Building, code-named “Titanpointe” by NSA (says the article), is 33 Thomas Street. Get it? “33?”  That’s code, the highest order achieved in Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. Why, that building is full of spooks, and is up to no good! Photos of the building show it to be dark and foreboding, right out of Ghostbusters.

And indeed, it might be. At this point my fellow writers here, Straight and Daddieuhoh and Tyrone, are thinking “Mark, it’s early in Colorado. Have your coffee! Open your eyes.”

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