Author: Mark Tokarski

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

The biggest psychopath of all …

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If you wanna find out what’s behind these cold eyes
You’ll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

Part of the propaganda thrust behind the fake moon landing psy-op were these words:

We choose to go to the Moon! … We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win …

This past year has for me been one of forward movement after years of beating the bushes looking for rabbits in a land where the rabbits actually live in caves. I never imagined  I would know who killed JFK. I thought with his moon speech that he had been misled by people around him.

That speech was deliberate scripted incentive to make that fake program go forward. After Dallas, we were honoring a fallen hero. It was intended as such.  I suspect that one of the men watching the fake television transmissions of the fake landing was JFK. He was in Hyanisport, perhaps on Chappaquiddick, on a yacht in the Mediterranean, or perhaps on an island near Greece.

The only reason that I cannot know for sure if he lived to see the fakery to its conclusion is that he might have died of natural causes, Addison’s Disease among his ailments. John F. Kennedy, I now realize, was a phony of historic proportions, a lying psychopath with an unusual gift for fake charm, even portraying a real human being.

But set him aside. Understanding him is for me the key to the postwar era. Everything, all of the major events of my life, were fake, or were hidden behind a shroud. There were no moon landings, the assassinations were fake, Martin Luther King was a fraud, as were Reagan, Clinton, and now of course Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders. It is ongoing, so proper movement is forward, not backward.

I’ve been beating around this bush for a while now. The fake death of John Lennon and discovery of the McCartney twins left me in a state of flux, ready to take a quantum leap, but frightened as well. I know ridicule awaits. Even though it is a peanut gallery, I still hear the insults. My saving grace is that I can give as well as take. I have savaged people in debate, so if you want a piece of me, bring a first aid kit. You will be wounded.

Dealing with ridicule is merely a test of character. Since I believe in me, and have read and wandered and questioned far more than anyone I know, I am in a place few will ever access. I can sympathize with my critics, and at the same time sigh a relieving sigh, a “fuck you” in response. You cannot know what you do not know unless you ask the right questions, and so far, most of you have not done so. Until you do, you will not break through the veil.

It is easy now to look about, understand the nature of the fake political contest before us, see that David Bowie and Prince recently faked their deaths, that votes are not even counted for real, that our music and movies and news are all scripted to keep us thinking (or failing to think) alike. I have stopped now and then to marvel at how mundane life on this planet is without the fake events! We are all mostly just living our lives quietly, trying to stay afloat. The mass shootings,  serial killers, assassinations, accidental deaths of prominent people … fake, fake, fake, fake.

War and poverty … real. Avoidable, but real.

I am in this place, but did not intend to travel here. The freedom is exhilarating. The lack of insight of almost all around me is exasperating. But life is fun.

Wagging the Moondoggie

The post below operates on the assumption that the reader understands that the moon landings were a hoax. But I don’t really know that about my readers, in fact I suspect many cling tenaciously to the lie. So I want to address two aspects of the lie – first, allowing yourself to doubt, and second, debunking sites that protect the lie to this day, almost 47 years from the first fake landing.

article-0-063396B8000005DC-918_468x409While the late Dave McGowan was working on his Laurel Canyon series, his wife sent him an article about how a supposed moon rock that the U.S. had gifted to the Dutch turned out to be petrified wood. It caused a lot of embarrassment. McGowan, never one put off by what people might think of him, decided to take a detour and wrote a series called Wagging the Moondoggie. It was up on the Internet at one time, but since his death his son has taken down all of his writings with a promise they will reappear someday with some spit and polish on them. Fortunately, I made pdf copies last summer when I heard Dave was ill. This is from his opening paper:

And yet, despite the fact that [Apollo] was a relatively benign lie, there is a tremendous reluctance among the American people to let go of the notion that we sent men to the Moon. There are a couple of reasons for that, one of them being that there is a romanticized notion that those were great years – years when one was proud to be an American. And in this day and age, people need that kind of romanticized nostalgia to cling to.

But that is not the main reason that people cling so tenaciously, often even angrily, to what is essentially the adult version of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. What primarily motivates them is fear. But it is not the lie itself that scares people; it is what that lie says about the world around us and how it really functions. For if NASA was able to pull off such an outrageous hoax before the entire world, and then keep that lie in place for four decades, what does that say about the control of the information we receive? What does that say about the media, and the scientific community, and the educational community, and all the other institutions we depend on to tell us the truth? What does that say about the very nature of the world we live in?

That is what scares the hell out of people and prevents them from even considering the possibility that they could have been so thoroughly duped. It’s not being lied to about the Moon landings that people have a problem with, it is the realization that comes with that revelation: if they could lie about that, they could lie about anything.

Indeed, that is the basis for fear, and indeed they have lied about everything. Am I jumping too far ahead of you there? Would you rather I take it one lie at a time? OK.

And, by the way, I disagree with Dave that this lie is “benign.” It was used to divert billions of dollars into other secret programs, most involving weaponry, some of which might well have been put on demonstration on 9/11 – pure speculation, but something turned those buildings to dust. Everything is connected to everything else. The Apollo hoax was a most contemptuous affair, a sign that even at that time we had already lost control of our own government. And there were murders committed on the way.

In another paper (there are 14) he mentions, once he took the dive, how easy it was to judge that the program was a hoax. This has been my experience. All you have to do is look at the evidence. It is kind of a no-brainer, to the point where I have to think that if you have looked at the evidence and still believe Apollo was real, you might be cognitively impaired.

(The rest of this piece was re-posted as “debunking sites” above.)

 

The long-awaited solution

One of the more interesting criticisms that I have gotten over the years is that I don’t offer “solutions” to our problems. It is an accurate one.

I see people, close and distant, who are beyond reach. For example, they imagine themselves insightful as they invest in Trump or Sanders or Clinton, thinking that an important activity, even good citizenship. They imagine they are active participants in a vibrant democracy. They do not begin to understand the levels of deception built into our lives. But dammit, they vote.

The key to managing the American population is to marginalize the dumb ones via sports and entertainment, stage elections for the slightly less dumb ones, and offer false leaders for the smarter ones. Those who can overcome state-controlled media and brain-deadening education will find that once outside the matrix, others are there to mislead them.

The very brightest among us were drawn for years to Noam Chomsky. He happens to work for an institution, MIT, that only exists on Pentagon largess. He is a fixture, and has been supported by the military for decades. He has for years offered up volumes of seemingly useful information, but ultimately leaves us high and dry. (I just quoted him extensively in a post about Zika two days ago. I cringed, but it was a vital link.) Among his more enlightening revelations are that the Federal Reserve is as useful as our own government in managing our economy, that 9/11 happened just like we are told,  and that JFK was a war hawk intent on invading Southeast Asia. (As it turns out, he is right about that last one, but his object is not to demean JFK, but rather steer his followers away from a path of inquiry that can ultimately lead to intellectual emancipation.)

Even the brightest among us are under state management. Chomsky is there in O’Brien fashion* to take us nowhere.

So the a healthy percentage of us (40%?) are inundated with entertainment and sports, and so dumbed down by the education system that they cannot think their way out of a can of tomato soup. They don’t matter. A level above that (50%?) are those who pay attention to managed news (FOX and NPR being two different packages with the same content), and are vaguely aware of some of the wedge issues and vote in the elections. They don’t matter. A level above (7%?) that read books and newspapers, even watch congressional hearings and attend lectures, maybe even watch CSPAN**. They don’t matter.

And one level above that (3%) are those bright enough to figure out part or all of the game. They usually don’t vote. They are effectively marginalized by a thought control meme called “conspiracy theorist.” The other 97% are sure that the 3% who are actually somewhat on top of things are mentally ill. So they don’t matter either.

It is fucking brilliant.

So, why do I not propose a solution? There do not appear to be any solutions. I am living my life, doing the things I love doing, and having a nice laugh now and then. And traveling.

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*O’Brien is the chacter in 1984, a sinister false leader who greeted Winston Smith as he made his escape.

**Nah. Nobody watches CSPAN. I kid.

The panic trains always run on time

Zika is a hoax, as I’ve written before. But I suppose it would help the reader to know what hoaxes are easy to spot. General rule: anything that is trumped up in our American mass media is, on some level, a hoax. The media does not depict reality – it invents it. It is and has always been state controlled. Or better stated, oligarchy-controlled, since the state is controlled by the oligarchy.

So the question is why the hoax? One reason is that we are always to be worried about one thing or another, afraid, injecting ourselves with vaccines that do nothing unless they harm us … so that is part of it. After Zika, there will be another scare. PhRMA is part of the medical cartel, and money is its aim, not health.

But there is also the Olympics to be held in Brazil this summer. Hundreds of thousands of people will be traveling there. The hoax being centered on that country has the added advantage of spreading fear all over the world.

Two questions you might ask: What about medical experts who make public pronouncements about Zika – are they lying? Yes. Why? If they don’t, they are no longer “medical experts,” lose their position and income, and fade away.

The other, what about microcephaly, or shrunken brains? How does that come about? Back in 1993, when they called it “pygmyism,” they said the cause was malnutrition. Here’s Noam Chomsky, from that year:

“Brazil is far and away the most important country in Latin America, firmly under US control since 1945, when it became a ‘testing area for modern scientific methods of industrial development’ applied by US experts…It is a country with enormous resources that should be the ‘Colossus of the South,’ ranking alongside the ‘Colossus of the North,’ as predicted early in the century. It has had no foreign enemies, and benefited not only from careful US tutelage but also from substantial investment. It therefore shows with great clarity just what the US can achieve in ‘enlarging the free community of market democracies’ under conditions that are near ideal.”

“The successes are real enough. Brazil has enjoyed a very high growth rate, which conferred enormous wealth on everyone except its population – apart from the top few percent, who live at the standards of the wealthiest Westerners. It is a sharply two-tiered society. Much of the population live at a level reminiscent of Central Africa…the UN Report on Human Development ranked this rich and privileged country in 80th place, alongside of Albania and Paraguay. In the northeast, Brazilian medical researchers describe a new subspecies: ‘pygmies,’ with 40% [actually 60%] the brain capacity of humans, thanks to severe malnutrition in a region with fertile lands, owned by large plantations that produce export crops in accord with the doctrines preached by their expert advisers. Hundreds of thousands of children die of starvation every year in this success story, which also wins world prizes for child slavery and murder of street children – in some cases for export of organs for transplant, according to respected Brazilian sources.”

So they took a condition already known to exist, but among the lower classes and so not important, and elevated it to epidemic status. They did this in order to spread fear. It makes us easier to govern.

Again, Zika will fade like baseball players into a corn field after the panic has served its purpose. But never worry, another contagion arrive will shortly after.The trains do run on time in our country.

Weird scenes in Clear Lake

I am not going to waste a lot of time on this. Oh hell, I already have wasted a lot of time on it. I wanted to know if the music truly died on The Day the Music Died. It’s a tough call, but my answer, if had to give an answer, would be no. Nobody died, or maybe four strangers died, or four corpses were brought in to serve as cadavers, or the whole thing, beginning to end was faked.

Start with the plane crash itself: Nobody saw it. That does not mean it did not happen as we are told, but we are missing a critical element, eyewitnesses.

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Crash site, Buddy Holly and company

This is the crash site. Three bodies are visible. Closest to us is said to be Richie Valens, and then Holly to the left, and in the field beyond, the Big Bopper. The pilot, at the time of the photo, I assume is still in the wreckage. He too died, we are told.

The plane is said to have cartwheeled 540 feet before coming to rest against the fence. We don’t have photo evidence of that – only verbal reports. Photographs are confined to the place where it finally stopped. Even so, if that is true, the plane would have been moving slowly by the time it got to this point, so that centrifugal force was no longer tearing at the victims, and they were gently deposited here. After all, the fence is not damaged. The plane merely came to rest there.

Given that, it is hard to imagine how the plane, at this time lacking force of movement, was able to deposit the Big Bopper forty feet away and across the fence – forward motion.

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Richie Valens corpse at crash site

This is a better shot of the crash. That is said to be the body of Richie Valens. In those days they did not “Photoshop,” per se, but rather cut and pasted in photographic studios. If Valens’ corpse was added to this shot in a studio, they did a very good job. The grass around his right shoulder and left forearm looks real. The shininess of the hair and jacket is odd, meaning it was probably taken with a flash photo, I suppose, but I see no other evidence of flash reflection in the photo. I would think that a flash would illuminate the area under the wing of the plane in the foreground just beyond the body, but it only casts a shadow caused by sunlight, and this on an overcast day. As can be seen in the first photo above, the body is very close to the wreckage, so a flash should illuminate that area. This indicates that a flash was used to take a photo of the body but was not done at the crash site. This indicates pasting.

(There are as many as ten men in various photos, always just standing, observing. If “Valens” is pasted in, why not them too?)

Then there is this:

The head was badly crushed and deformed, the calverium region wide open and the brain tissue almost completely eviscerated.

That is from the death certificate. The “calverium” region is the top of the skull, and “eviscerated” means “disemboweled.” This person’s head is intact, and, to boot, there is no blood. The calverium is present and uneviscerated.

Buddy Holly’s death was said to be equally gruesome, with his head split open, half his brain tissue missing, and his chest soft due to the internal organs being crushed. The face was badly cut up. We have no photos to support this. It could be just good taste.

Again, going back to the top photograph, there is no evidence of any of this, so we have to guess that the photographer simply withheld the most gruesome shots. Or, that these bodies were actors, or that they were pasted in in a photo studio. All is possible, including real death of the real people. I don’t rule that out.

Here’s an analysis by a blogger named Hoi.palloi, who seems to have a keen eye for this stuff.*

Then you have the convenient halo of “snow” hovering around the tops of the bodies, making convenient cut-outlines framing their rotated bodies-and-chunks-of-ground-and-grass which seem undinted [sic] by their apparently collapsing into it. The snow on the bodies doesn’t look consistent between pictures, and neither do their heads, but the plants are always happily tucking them in for the Big Sleep.

Finally, for me anyway, there is this shot:

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I do not know who the grieving man is, but that appears to be the face of a young child on the middle body. The third body from the left appears to be mere clothing arranged to look like a body. This is a fake photo [or a real photo of a staged scene], and it could be a well-known fake, for all I know. But it does come up under the heading “The Day the Music Died,” so someone is presenting it as real.

This post was inspired by the recent death of Prince Rogers Nelson, whose death is also suspicious.

The list of dead musicians is long – next I want to look at John Denver, as we have now a video that has recently appeared and is said to have been filmed in 1996, a year before his death. Something fishy about it, and it is not that he is fly fishing in New Zealand.
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*After I began to look into this, I discovered that others have had the same suspicions over the years. There is nothing new going on here. It is just not widely disseminated. Googling “fake death Buddy Holly” leads you right to debunking sites, but not to any real evidence.

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PS: I should come clean here. I was coy about offering up that they might really have died. I do not think that at all. I think that the wreckage might have been real, perhaps hauled in on the back of a truck and deposited there. Snow then covered the tracks. Everything after that is fake – there were no cars or men standing around, no corpses – that was all pasted in in a photo studio. Most likely no plane took off that night, none of the suposed victims were even at the airport. It was all a manufactured event.

Trump/Sanders – splitting us in two on trade agreements

Interesting theory on the presidential election – not sure where I heard or read this: Both Trump and Sanders are saying they oppose new trade agreements such as TPP, while Clinton favors them. The vast majority of Americans oppose the agreements, as their impact in the past has been devastating to us and the other countries involved.

So the effect of the Trump/Sanders candidacies is to split the majority of Americans down the middle, negating a potentially unifying issue.

So Sanders supporters, when he bows out and throws his support behind Clinton, as he surely will, would be wise to unify behind Trump and hold his feet to the fire on trade.

I don’t see that happening.

Lost in translation?

I learned, to my great surprise, that my remedy to homelessness and addiction, which is to shelter and feed them but otherwise leave them be, is “ignorant,” and that I am advocating “isolation.” Hmmm …

Just to clarify, isolation is a groupthink punishment. Corrupt Democrats, for example, will shut down a blog and ban dissent rather than allow divergent views to be expressed. That way they can characterize those views without contradiction.  It is comfortable to be ignorant. People actually prefer it.

So, in reality, I advocate inclusion, respect, food and shelter for the homeless and addicted, but without the nanny gonna-fix-ya attitudes. I also stand solidly behind expression of viewpoints at odds with group consensus without punishment.

So I am anti-isolation, anti-ignorance. How that became pro-isolation and ignorance, I cannot say. Must be a language barrier.

Conrad Burns, Jon Tester … Round and round we go

I was walking down First Avenue North in Billings, Montana on election night, 1988. At that time I was a loyal Republican. I met a smiling man on the sidewalk. He was smoking a cigarette. I had voted for him that day. His teeth were nicotine yellow.  Even then, six feet under in delusional thinking, I thought “This is a cat who swallowed a canary.

Conrad Burns was nothing special. His managers spent many restless nights maneuvering to overcome his latest gaffes. He introduced bills he had not even read, voted sight unseen as instructed by staff. He held native Americans in contempt. He allowed a large building in Bozeman to be named after him for no good reason, a legacy to our corruption.

He wore both a business suit and cowboy hat at once. Neither became him. He was a complete phony.

But to my great surprise, in 2006 he lost out to an ever bigger phony, Jon Tester. Beef  on the hoof, Tester squeezed Burns out down at the end of the trough.

Now that Burns has died, it is time to saying something nice about him: He did get his teeth fixed. If Tester sheds a few pounds, I’ll say something nice about him too when he drops.

Oi veh

I was reading a nice little piece on our health care system, what a joke it is, siphoning cash out of us even as half of us cannot come up with $400 on a bet.  The system has already worked its magic, purged us of our wealth, so that health care is just another cruel joke. It doesn’t work anyway and is unaffordable anyway and ACA did not fix it anyway. ACA was just a scam to prevent reform, to further enslave us.

And then I got to the end of the piece and read the following:

“But convince Bernie to run as a Green Party candidate, and maybe there’s a chance to send a message to the rentier parasites that they won’t achieve total control of our lives without a fight.”

Oi veh. Those messages we send really pack a wallop. 

Even assuming that Bernie Sanders is even for real and that our votes are even counted and that people are politically savvy enough to think beyond controlled media and that the office of president has real power … yeah, that will work.

The house is sinking in mud, foundations are cracked, beams are rotted, cold wind blows through broken windows, there are holes in the walls, electricity and water have been shut off …

Time for new shingles.

I solve the problems of homelessness and addiction

[Note: This post was written in Portland,  and we have seen homelessness here all about, people sleeping in streets and doorways. In one instance we were walking down the sidewalk within a few feet of a bearded and poorly dressed man, and I was approached by a woman hawking some snake oil having to do with travel. I kindly refused her invitation to listen to her presentation. The man a few feet away said “Well, she didn’t want to talk to me.” He knew what what up, his perceptions are keen enough.]

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There are nagging problems in this world that seem never to be solved … addiction and homelessness, for instance. I think the underlying presumption in the minds of those we call “right-wingers” and “progressives” is that the person suffering the problem is helpless.

I have already alienated the pwoggies by suggesting that mental illness is wildly overstated, so I might as well go one step further and suggest that helplessness and victimhood are as well.

I don’t truck with right wingers in these matters … I don’t care about bootstraps or economic betterment because that usually involves some form of wage slavery, or what was referred to in the sixties as “selling out.” In right-wing authoritarian type of mind, these problems are solved by getting a job, working 40,60,80 underpaid hours a week in submission to some over-important cracker. That is just another manner of destruction of the human spirit … and not “empowerment.” (But keep at it, son, and some day you too can be a cracker!)

But the pwoggies are no closer to answers with their shelters and shrinks and drugs. These people are down, seemingly defeated, and possibly on the way out. If there is to be redemption, it has to come from inside. If it does not come from there, it will not happen.

It will not be found in drugs, twelve-stepping, religious faith or getting a job. For each person the answer, if one exists, is buried under a life of defeat that results in resignation of the spirit. For each person redemption comes from that same source. To step in that person’s life and “do for” him or her is to further rob the spirit. Just as giving a person money robs that person of ambition, so too does stepping in to solve  spiritual problems result in robbing the spirit.

But a bed is nice, and so is food. If we can provide that and dispense with all the other bullshit, maybe these people can find some dignity in knowing that there is a tomorrow. Each one has unique qualities, though perhaps drugs and booze have done so much physical destruction that only a skeleton remains. Even so, the recovery journey has to come from self-leadership and self-discovery. Otherwise, it will not happen.

Keep the shrinks away, however. They ain’t got a clue. Keep the preachers away. They are false leaders. Keep the right wingers and pwoggies away … each has a roadmap to a dead-end.

So I tend to agree that food and shelter are necessary to help the homeless people among us. But that is about all I can offer as a solution, and imagine that I am no closer to the answer than anyone else. These are, after all, complex humans, each one a riddle.