Author: Mark Tokarski

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

We lift a finger to our latest Zombie!

I have known people who have done “immersion” in order to learn a foreign language, just dive in the deep end, live and eat with them, and the assumption is that you will pick it up. I doubt it works.

Along the same lines, we are going to be doing some immersion if our own. There is no easy way to introduce readers to the real world of “news” around them other than immersion. Here is how it works: Rock Stars and actors are trained and introduced into the culture, where they learn how to behave, lead fake lives, and to be believable as people they are not. They then fake their deaths, go underground for a while, and re-emerge as a fully-formed newscasters or pundits.

This is as surprising to us as anyone. I knew when I read Dave McGowan’s Weird Scenes in the Canyon for the third time, making a list of deaths, that those people were not dying for real. I thought perhaps they went to South America, or less glamorously just did 9 to 5 desk jobs after “death.” I did not understand that the music business, run by Intelligence, is a training ground for the news business, run by Intelligence.

So far we have given you, sometimes with help from outsiders, and always with whiners and bitchers crying it just ain’t so, the following:

  • Bill Hicks became Alex Jones. He’s a conspiracy guy. Controversy swilled about us, but Straight nailed it with a dental analysis.
  • Jimi Hendrix became Cornell West. He undermines philosophy. It is his job now.
  • Rocker Duane Allman became heavy metal artist Lemmy Kilmister.
  • Phil Hartman became Glenn Beck. Acting training taught him to cry on screen.
  • Gary Hinman, whose talents were uncertain anyway, became Maury Povich, but I repeat myself.
  • Pamela Courson became Barbara Walters, a later-life body switch.
  • Brandon DeWilde became Thom Hartmann, who in reality loathes liberals and progressives.
  • Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, the fake Columbine shooters, using fake names  (as fake people do), became Matt Stone and Trey Parker, also fake names for the fake creators of South Park. Fake fake fake fake fake!
  • Bobby Fuller became Bill O’Reilly, a fake singer turned fake pundit.
  • David Box became Charlie Rose, so that the ‘thoughtful’ PBS set is kept in the dark too.
  • Bruce Lee became Judge Lance Ito, totaling nailing the part.
  • The Janis Joplin twins became the Amy Goodman twins. The mediocrity on display in music easily carried over to news.

So we move forward. We have not yet begun this outing process.

Today we unveil the latest Zombie, a fake musician who underwent a fake death and re-emerged as a fake liberal pundit. After I am done here you will understand why Come and Get It by Badfinger sounded like Paul McCartney (actually Mike, the twin and better singer). It was Mike McCartney!  Badfinger was a fake group that needed fake vocals to go with fake instrumentation. Who better than fake Paul!

Pete Ham was a member of  Badfinger. He apparently got depressed in 1975 and committed suicide. I would guess the reason was that there were not enough drugs around for an overdose, and no small planes available for a crash.

Here’s Pete:

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Are you catching anything there? It’s actually pretty obvious. After Ham’s fake death in 1975, he re-emerged ready-made as  an American with a fake bio saying he was half-Jewish and half-Catholic. Here he is in his reincarnated form. He is risen like leavened bread!

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Straight did the sweat labor here, but honestly, once I had a good look at Pete Ham, I knew instantly that we had our man, our latest Zombie, Bill Maher. Here are a couple of face splits, and don’t be misled, face splitting is a dead-on tool for outing fakes.

We have more, but that will do for now. If you look at that and do not see a Zombie, we cannot help you.

BIll Maher, we lift our finger to you!!!

Parisians fail to turn out for 1944 liberation

We are staying in a hotel perhaps two block off of Champs-Elysees avenue in Paris (shoms-elay-zay’ I am told is the pronunciation). We are but a few blocks from the Arch de Triumph. It is an imposing piece of architecture.

We were told today that this was where Allied troops marched into the city in triumph in 1944, and where one million people celebrated as the French won the 1998 FIFA soccer cup. Below is a photo of the 1998 gathering, but it is perhaps 999,000 short of a million.

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So they faked it up a little bit in 1998. That is no big deal. We were told that a million people gathered in Denver to celebrate this year’s Superbowl win. I have not seen photographs, but would bet it was perhaps more like 100,000. That is just how they do things in news – they supercharge these events to make them more meaningful.

I was far more curious about the March of Allied solders into Paris in 1944. So many things about that war were a lie, so I suspected that was a lie too. Here’s a photo:

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FILE–Thousands of American soldiers march along the Champs Elysees, on Aug. 29, 1944, four days after the liberation of Paris, France. World War II began in September 1939, with Adolph Hitler’s invasion of Poland. Germany surrendered on May 7, 1945. (AP Photo/Peter J. Carroll)

Several things to note about this photo:

  • If it is a “liberation” going on, few French people took notice. Sidewalk spectators on either side of this procession are, as best as I can make out, sparse. It is hard to tell. On the left, a few people appear to be milling in small clusters, but are not much involved with the passing troops. And, those people are tiny compared to  the troops, as if far far distant from the column.
  • The logistics of the march are complicated. Soldiers would have to march up to the Arch, and then around it and then reform the wide marching procession. Only a small swath of the large column would actually go through the Arch. It is not designed for that. (See the photo above for a better perspective, as this photo makes the opening in the arch appear bigger than it is. It is just poor photo pasting.) But all I can see is a straight column of troops and an overexposed sky behind the Arch, as if the troops merely dropped in place from above. The arch appears to be wider due to extension of light, but notice how a straight line descends where the natural wall would be. They monkeyed with it.
  • Oh crap, I am not going to pretend anymore. The photo is fake, military propaganda. Just stand back from it and you will see a a clear line of demarcation across the back of the troops that extends down the sides where the trees blend. That is the cut-off used in the photo, below and inside of which which are troops, above which is the Arch, and outside of which are people in the sidewalk on a normal day, much further away than the superimposed column of troops. This is two photos (at least) pasted together.

The military needed this event, and so manufactured it out of whole cloth.

What at else about World War II is fake? Lots. But I will leave it at that for now.

On Freemasonry

One thing I have learned on my journey through life is that people need validation. They need to feel special. This has been true since my early days as a bagger in a grocery store to today, retired and independent. When I first worked as an accountant in a workplace, the politics were depressing, everyone trying for a chokehold position on everyone else. All wanted to be special and a cut above. I participated, and felt like shit. Self-employment was the only escape.

I will return to that in a second. We are in Paris, soon off to museums, so I only have a few seconds. Miles Mathis said something quite interesting recently, that there are no “Rothchilds,” per se. Rather it was an invented name, meaning Red Shield, and only serves as a means of identification. Similarly, use of the book Catcher in the Rye is a signal, a coded message to insiders. Certain numbers … 8, 11, 33, 47 serve the same purpose, a coded signal to insiders.

For instance, I learned recently from his Wikipedia page that Nicola Tesla died in a hotel in New York City, in room “3327.” Get that? In case you don’t, it is 33 and 3 to the 3rd power, or two 33s contained in one number. It is a signal. Wiki is saying “He was one of us.” And it’s a powerful statement, having TWO 33s, meaning “he was one of us, and he was special.” Honestly, why else bother with a room number? Who cares?

It’s like when I was bagging groceries as a kid – people need to feel special, and will go to great lengths to gain positions of power over others. Secrets are an important part of the power game. People just love having secrets!

I am talking, of course, about Masons and Freemasonry. That’s all that it is – a game of secrecy making people feel important. Granted there are massive fortunes that are protected by secrets, and just about everyone in public life in the world is wearing a mask. But in the end, I don’t care. They are just people. Masonry makes them special, they imagine. They hold the keys, have meetings, wear stupid costumes and masks, send hand signals to each other (as in hand inside vest over heart). It’s all part of the game of life, being special, having secrets.

Tyrone McCloskey in his paper JFKTV speculated that the event, the fake death of JFK, was pulled off because of many local people in Dallas who assisted, from police to Parkland doctors to “witnesses” in Dealey Plaza. Afterward, they shut up about it, kept the secret. How is that possible?

Easy, he said. They were all Freemasons. They come in handy.

I wonder if Freemasonry was a reaction to the Catholic Church and it barbarism, inquisitions and murders. If so, secrecy was a matter of life and death. Those days are over, however, so the secrecy game now is just a way for people to feel special. I do wish they would grow up.

The boat photo explained

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The above photo initially set me off on a journey that resulted in the discovery of the McCartney twins, Paul and Mike. Just guessing about it back then, I placed it in New York in maybe 1964.

In fact, according to a reliable source who claims no interest in the subject, it was set in the Hudson River in 1968. It was a meeting of Apple executives and the Beatles, with at least John, Paul and Mike present.  I do not see George or Ringo.

In the background then would be the Washington Bridge.

I am told that the man leaning against the rail on the left is not Paul McCartney, but rather a “young John Lennon.” While the photo is simply not clear enough to make such fine distinctions as to his true identity, he is clearly not Lennon. I was supplied the photo below of Lennon, taken on that very trip.

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See he is not wearing a tie, as is the man in the left. So in addition to not even vaguely resembling Lennon, he is dressed differently too.

Here’s another shot from that day:

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That is Mike McCartney, as I know him anyway, the twin who is also known as our current “Paul” McCartney. I can quickly tell by the hair parted on the right, caused by his cowlick. That was always there from his early childhood days.

For all I know, his name could be Paul, and the original Beatle we knew as Paul could be Mike. The point is, he is the twin. He starred in most of the movie Help!, while original Paul sat out. I have no clue why, but do speculate that Mike had more musical talent than Paul, which is why the original was consigned to caretaker of the McCartney family home. 

Which Beatle wrote Yesterday, you ask? Probably neither. That might well have been George Martin, or at least a collaborative effort including George, as the melodic tones are so different, so much more sophisticated than the other music they were putting out at the time. But authorship of Beatles music is, as I see it, a mystery.

Why are they in a boat in the Hudson River? That’s easy. Since If both Paul and Mike were present, they had to be out of public view. That was a major consideration in management if the group. The twins could never be seen together, could not even be in public at the same time, much less place. (For instance, one could not be sunning on the beach in the Bahamas while the other was performing in New York.)

How did the boat photo become public? We can see that here are at least two cameras on board, as the photo with Lennon has a man with a camera [Mal Evans] in it. I would imagine security around photos was tight, and that all film was documented and confiscated at the end of that day. So the photo was not the result of someone just taking a candid shot and keeping it secret.

So the boat photo might have become public by either of two means … accident, or deliberate leak. I would guess the latter. It seems to me that this gathering of publicity agents, Intelligence types (spooks), musicians and performers called the Beatles liked to toy with us. They leaked it to see if anyone would catch on.They could always deny the photograph to have any substance, and most people would accept the denials.

Creepy art for kids and bottle openers

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This demonstrates that creepy art is not confined to Denver International Airport. This particular piece is near apartments and condos in Sion, Switzerland. Children walk by it every day on their way to school.

Take note, if you are an adult, of the genetalia. This creature obviously just arrived on a space craft. Have a nice school day, kiddies! Try to get that image out of your mind!

Has anyone else noticed how much bad art is around us? It is not just creepy statements like this piece, but landscapes that have no depth or definition, cityscapes that are nothing more than vague impressions, and sculptures that seem to be yelling out at us “Look at me! I am confused!” I understand that some art is impressionist, and even admire much of that work – it imparts warmth. But so much of what I see is a step beyond, the artist full baloney notions that he does not have to communicate anything, that it is up to the viewer to impart meaning. That is nonsense.

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I used to go to art exhibits when we lived in Bozeman, where bored and over-moneyed men and women had their own studios and painted the many expressions of the fruit bowl or cabin in the woods. That is just practice, I realize, and they might well be on their way to doing quality work. The stuff I am talking about, like this piece above from Union Station in Denver, is finished art. Our RTD people probably paid dearly for it, and all who walk in that building pay dearly too.

I think of it as “A Study in Bottle Openers.”

An American Ambassador abroad

I was asked point-blank by a fellow hiker yesterday, a Dane, about our upcoming American elections. I make it a point to avoid such topics, and in saying that I don’t much pay attention, that it is all theater, raised the hackles on another hiker, this one a fellow American.

Half an hour later our American friend had completed his explanation of the American political system, the best democracy in the world, he said. He was a complete reflection of our media, our education system, a font of received wisdom. Even though a nice guy (a CPA even!), he was as clueless as one can be about the real workings of countries and power systems. He is merely as Americans are raised to be, I suppose. He could be a school teacher, even a good one! Our ignorance, after all, is not endemic, but rather has to be learned, taught and re-taught down through the ages. That’s why we have clueless teachers. They pay it forward.

The day before our hike leader, a Frenchman, was explaining how by some mysterious means the melting ice from French glaciers was going to release trapped radiation from Chernobyl. I asked, quite innocently, where our feet currently stood in relation to Chernobyl, and while he wasn’t sure of direction (nor was I), did say with some sarcasm that the cloud from that reactor had stopped at the French border.

So said the French government at the time. Our hike leader did not believe that, of course, and said that he did not trust the French government, as it is corrupt.

“Yours too?” I chimed in.

Last evening over dinner we delved a little bit into politics, and I mentioned that three presidents in my lifetime had changed their names as young men. No one was aware of this. (They are, in case you are curious, Lesley King, who became Gerald Ford, William Blythe III, who became Bill Clinton, and Barry Soetero (Barack Whatshisname). And. Yes, I know few people know that, but you could look it up in one of your trusted sources. I think even Wikipedia, the Intelligence bible, is forthright about that matter.

I was asked then what I thought about Obama’s citizenship, and laughed, saying none of us know where that character came from or what he was up to before holding office, or his parents, for that matter. But I said I didn’t care, as citizenship is the least of issues we should be concerned about in an office holder, that a true leader should have have character rather than merely be one.

And while Obama is a character, he has none, as far as I can see. It is the first requisite for holding office, to have sold your soul.

Thus did yours truly, American ambassador abroad, stand up for the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

Champex, Switzerland

 

We are in Champex, Switzterland. We have been hiking two days, covered around 20 miles, climbed and descended maybe 6,300 feet. The climbing, while hard, is something we can stay on top of, merely resting and recharging muscles. Descent is a little more challenging, as the pain is often unrelenting. Young people do much better at it.

The photo above with a dam in the background – I remember in economics class back in the 1970s they talked about how the French would build dams, pump water up to them at night when rates were low, and run the water down during the day when rates were high. This is one of those kinds of dams. They are building another one, a sister dam, out of sight and using underground tunnels. These are the Swiss, and not the French, I just remembered.

The ground markers, atop a hill and the end of our climb yesterday, mark the boundary of the Sardinain Empire from the 1700s, so I am told.

The village in the valley was hit by a an avalanche in 1997, 20 people killed. So we are told. We walked by many mountainside fortifications to prevent a recurrence.

Parting shots, Chamonix

We leave tomorrow morning for the Haute Route hike. We took a tram cable car (Telepherique de L’Aiguille du Midi (phew!)) up the mountain today to get a look at the very high Alps surrounding amount Mt. Blanc, at over 15,000 feet. It is a remarkable engineering feat! As I understand it, this technology was developed and perfected in the late 1800s. The views are just stunning! Cable cars run every ten minutes all day long, each one holding 30 or more people. Trams and elevators took us up to about 13,000 feet and no kidding, way way up high like that, we exited through the gift shop before coming down off the mountain.

That is a tried and true marketing strategy. (We bought nothing … it was already a spendy day to get up there.)

The “Occult”

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This damned IPad is a most annoying tool, jumping around, making up words … I was ready to publish this and then pow! The image above disappeared along with the first paragraph.

Anyway, I put up a post on “The Occult” which was just too many words and so I took it down, and here I go again. All we need to know about this is as follows:

“Occult = “Intelligence,” capital “I.”

“News,” “entertainment” and “music” are all run by Intelligence. We live in an age of mass deception, so that every level of our “reality” is a manufactured illusion. It has perhaps been so since the advent of electronic media. They are all fake, these media personalities, from your local “meteorologist” all the way up to the Dude, currently Obama.  Everything on TV is fake. TV is used to publicize hoaxes, Orlando the most recent.

Kill your TV.

It is fun to unravel, especially knowing that all of the gruesome death scenes we are being fed are hoaxes. They want us frightened, and the “occult” is just another fear factory with nothing real behind it. Absent that fear, it is just a mystery spun out before us. Mysteries are fun.

There is a reality. It is our feet on the ground, our loved ones and friends, our brains and emotions, all before us via our five senses without mass media, TV, Internet. Our best weapon for exploring the world around us is our brain. It has the ability to sift, sort and analyze and connect dots. Critical thinking skills, no longer taught, are the best tool we have. The best way to short-circuit our brains is by means of visual fakery, which usually bypasses critical thinking edits.  TV is used for that purpose. It creates our fake reality.

Again, too many words.

Some dude, by the way, is re-blogging every word I put up here, even my travelogue. It is creeping me out, so stop that.

Chamonix, France

Chamonix is where we ended our trek six years ago, and where we start this one on Monday. We didn’t have time to see much of the place then. It is a ski town, of course, but today we saw hang gliders, kayaks, bikes, climbers and hikers of all shapes and sizes, a lively place. We sat down to dinner in a small upstairs loft of a burger joint, and were joined by a couple from Israel, a group of four from Czech Republic, and a family from Great Britain.

The photos are of Mount Blanc and its massive glacier. It looms over the town.

Thankfully I can transfer photos from my Nikon CoolPix to the iPad, and so won’t have to rely on this toy to take photos. It does a reasonably good job, but loses quality quickly if you try to zoom. It gets very grainy.

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But I did use the IPad to grab a shot of contrails. We get them occasionally in Denver, but just a few minutes ago we had seven or eight in view. This photo is the remnants of a whole sky that was striped every direction. The best explanation I have heard is that they are using passenger aircraft to get rid of chemicals that they cannot legally dump in land or in the oceans and seas. There are no laws against such activity, as I understand, but it is not something I think about much, so do not quote me.

If you read far enough, you’ll find some people who think that contrails are used for mind control. I doubt it. I think that would be redundant. TV has that ground well covered.