How easy it is to make people believe a lie, and how hard it is to undo that work again! (Mark Twain)
Photos like this are, of course, all over Facebook for the 19th anniversary of the great event. I think it interesting that in the US, the further away from New York City people are, the more likely they believe in the events of that day. That is the power of TV news. Within the city, if memory serves, there was great skepticism. No one saw or heard a plane.* Those memories were all supplied later.
This is from AB at Fakeologist, taken from Clues Forum, written by Simon:
…the demolition of two empty towers in Manhattan kicked off a glorious era of enlightenment for humanity at large. The sheer crassness of the 9/11 hoax has awakened millions of individuals all over the world to the pathetic machinations concocted by the sorry little clique of rogue, “supremacist” psychopaths that pretends to rule over the fine people of this otherwise magnificent planet. Mass deception is their chosen strategy to uphold their ill-gained privileges – and it has certainly worked quite nicely for them for many, many years. However, their antics have become painfully transparent in later times – and there can hardly be today any thoughtful person (worthy of this description) who hasn’t started seeing through their self-serving propaganda.
Let 2019 mark the beginning of a new – and genuine – “Age of Reason”.
I always chuckle when Rick Steves starts out his travel videos (on PBS) by walking up the final four steps if a large stairway, leaving us to imagine he had walked the whole thing and we just caught him as he made it to the top. He did not. Anyway, this is my Rick Steves impression, taken high above Lake Garda in Italy, where we really truly did walk up a bunch of stairs today.
The above video is a debate between Craig Idso and Jeffrey Bennett on climate change. Idso has a PhD in geography and runs the website Center for Study of Carbon Dioxide and Global Change. Typical of our corrupt times, trying to find that web page on the Google leads to a host of other sites that attack it, beginning with the DeSmogBlog, which has a long list of people whose character and intelligence it impugns. I recently asked the proprietors at Desmog to put me on their list, as even though I am but a lowly retired CPA, I want to be in the good company of the people they demean. No response.
John F. Kennedy, Jr. has to be one of the handsomest men ever to enter and leave the American celebrity landscape. His parentage is superb, so it naturally follows. That may sound like something it is not. I don’t think that John F. Kennedy was his real father.
I do not want to plagiarize anything by our friend Tyrone, and so quote directly from his piece, JFKTV.
Where they go when they “die”
I never would have considered this hypothesis if I couldn’t give a decent answer to the inevitable question: Where did he go after he left the motorcade, Dallas and the presidency? The best guess, and it aligns with the assertion made earlier that they do show you everything if you know what to look for, is Greece, specifically the island of Skorpios in the Ionian Sea. That island was the central compound for the empire of Greek shipping magnate Aristotle Onassis.
In early October of 1963, the international press was allowed seemingly blanket coverage of Jackie’s trip to Skorpios to meet Onassis who was at the time rumored to be sleeping with Jackie’s sister, Lee Radziwill, who was also there. By this volume’s reckoning, the trip was also an eleventh hour review of the plot to secrete JFK onto the island, which was impenetrable by anyone outside the small circle of abettors.
This scenario also makes sense regarding the sham marriage in 1968 between Jackie and Onassis. From that point on, no one would be suspicious of Jackie O hanging out in Greece. No one would suspect that Jackie’s kids were actually with their father.
Continue reading “Speculation on the whereabouts of John F. Kennedy, Jr.”
On Netflix search for a movie called Love, directed by Gaspar Noe. The opening scene by itself is shocking, and later in you will find real, not simulated sex, even a threesome. It is hardcore porn, any ten-year old can easily access it. What is going on here? Netflix is pushing the envelope.
Not that I watched it or anything. The lead actor plays a morose and depressed self-centered loser, and I got tired of listening to him, never making it to the end. “STFU, more sex, less talking!” was my only thought.
Heartland Daily Podcast: Debating Medicare for All (Chris Talgo and Pamela Gronemeyer, MD)
The above is a one-hour debate on health care alternatives, including Medicare for all. To be clear, I support MFA, and understand that Bernie Sanders, controlled opposition, is put in place to prevent it from ever coming to be.
As always, I don’t expect that you will take time from your schedule, busy or otherwise, to listen to something just because I did. So I am going to summarize this hour-log podcast.
“Yes sir, how may I help you today?”
“Well, I want to buy a car. I spotted a little Toyota out on the lot, and it looks like it suits my needs.”
“Very well. You’re talking about the little green Fossil-RAV4?”
“Yes.”
“OK, let’s get the paperwork moving. Can I see your CN?”
Three Days of the Condor is a 1975 movie starring Robert Redford, Faye Dunaway, Cliff Robertson, Max von Sydow, and John Houseman. Those are the only names I recognize. I watched it two nights ago on Prime, falling asleep, and then picking up where I left off yesterday afternoon. This is life as a senior citizen.
I liked the movie. I should stop there.
