Bill Graham Presents…

(Here is a portion of an e-mail I sent to Miles Mathis in response to his recent Karen Carpenter paper)

 “I have this theory, sketched in very light pencil, that the powerful men of powerful families have had a breeding program underway for a very long time- (Strength in numbers, of course) The public figures that appear to steer pop culture are blood relations of the elites but illegitimate- And not accidental pregnancies but IVF donations implanted in female bastards of the same intermarried lines- This is what makes the Leo DiCaprios and Jack Nicholsons cousins and blood loyal even if born off the main power lines- In this fashion, the elite’s interests are protected by public figures they control as family members which allows these power brokers to remain hidden behind the curtain- Real power is never seen…”

I got a “maybe” from Miles in response, which is the best response this theory deserves at the moment given the dearth of hard evidence-

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Hey, Their Heads Are At Different Angles!

We’ve been hearing a whole lot of this lately, both from real people and from disinfo. I admit, I have been a little curious myself as to what effect angles can affect ear alignment. I decided to try a little experiment using photos of Mark, and photos I found on the internet to help us measure as close as possible what percentages we should expect.

The concept is this: I will have a picture of the subject at a level position. I will measure the pixel distance from the person’s trichion (hairline) to the bottom of the chin. Then I will align that image with the same person angling their head up or down at a certain angle. I will measure the pixel distance of the top and bottom of the ears and divide that by their head size to get a percentage. That is the ballpark percentage we should then expect the same person’s ears to be misaligned at that angle degree. If they are misaligned to a much larger degree, it is likely not the same person (not considering all other variables, which I will get into).

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Adaptation of the fittest-

I want to thank Mark for letting me bloviate on his dime, so to speak- I often explain myself as worshipping in the temple of the imagination and his twin sister, intuition- These are my sturdy twin towers and as such I’m not too helpful with the hard core forensics- I trust my Spidey-sense and toss around concepts more than time and place specifics- I never read instructions or ask for directions- Solving problems by thinking in the abstract, or just using my hand/eye coordination to find things out works best for me- I have often half-joked that I only think when I speak- Same with typing- Forced to communicate with the external plane, the hums and plinks of random brain activity have to be corralled, edited and translated into coherent language- For some reason pacing back and forth seems to facilitate this process, allowing a repetition of thought to coordinate with repetition of physical movement- Add a couple of cold pops to the mix and I can see why Homer calls beer “thinking juice”-

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Notes: New writer, Katy Perry, the davidcrosby effect, Freddie

I want to put down a couple of brief notes before I go on a search for Tyrone McCloskey’s piece, written to be published here. I want his article to assume top-of-page position, and cannot wait to read it.

Tyrone, author of the paper JFKTV*, has been adding to our efforts here in the comments, and always comes up with interesting stuff, often out of the blue. His family background is in the movie business, so you might guess that he knows a little bit about the people and forces behind it. But I will leave him to tell us what he wants to tell, and welcome him aboard.

I have to search for his piece because WordPress does not notify me when an article has been put up for “review.” He said it is in there, and I don’t know how to find it on my own blog! It is a kink, and we’ll get it worked out.

I am looking forward to being one of a stable of writers here. It being me, myself and I over the years has been many times fun and not, as my mistakes are ‘out there,’ while my successes got very little traffic. I am not much of a promoter.

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Housekeeping notes

There are several matters to discuss concerning this blog before we move into uncharted waters.

Off to the right here are two new menus, the Honor Roll of Twins, and the Honor Roll of Zombies. We have done a lot of work here on  that subject, but it has never been indexed for easy access. Now every discovery we have made is but a link away. We invite scrutiny, and want mistakes pointed out. We accept challenges from honest citizens. (I have deleted many comments here, but not to be censorious. Spooks lurk all about on the Internet, paid agents who search the blogs looking for leaks of guarded information. They then attack those sources, but usually in a subtle way, trying to undermine confidence, create doubt, but never really saying anything of value. We have gotten good at spotting them, and get rid of them.

But if you, honest citizen, see something here you think far afield and wrong, do your own analysis, bring your information here in the comments. As I like to say, we only learn from mistakes (which is why the SAT exams are such a huge joke, smothering critical thinking skills in the crib), and if we make mistakes, we can always fix them. If we think you are wrong, but that your challenge is honest, you’ll find us polite and welcoming.

But we never thought that this blog would become what it is, an honor roll of exposure of spooks. Straight and I, months ago, were sitting on top of a list of dead musicians and actors gathered from McGowan’s Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, and began work. I remember the early work, as Straight is a great organizer – he put together a database of all the relevant facts about each death, and I went through the Social Security Death Index looking for real deaths.* I remember various conversations, one of which where we agreed that we did not know where this information would take us, but that we should push forward. “Follow the truth no matter where it leads,” said Edward Abbey and many others. A lot of people say that, claim to follow truth. Few do. Fear of having a “conspiracy theory” stops them in their tracks, as I discovered with Joelle Steele.

Anyway, that is how we got here. That is why there are the two lists off to the right. We’ve been following truth, and are as surprised by where it has led us as any reader. Be warned, surprises ahead, bizarre in nature. But we are following truth, no matter where it leads. Answering the question “Why?” must necessarily follow “What?”

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I want to pass on what Straight and I have learned thus far:

  • Any time there is a death of a celebrity, athlete or musician, be skeptical. If the person died at an older age, say age 53 (5+3=8) as with Jerry Garcia, John Denver, Jim Henson, Vladimir Lennon, Philip K. Dick, they probably retired with a gold watch, job well done. If they died young, say at age 27 (3 raised to the 3rd power, or another way to say 33), as with Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Pigpen McKernan or Jim Morrison, they probably faked their death and will reappear in another form. Same with age 33, as with Karen Carpenter, Sam Cooke and Ray Gillen, same deal. Reassignment.
  • Any time there is a major event that has the mainstream (and alternative) media stumbling over itself to cover it, be skeptical. Since so many of our Zombies ended up as newscasters of some form, I conclude that the entire news media is a fake enterprise.
  • There is not nearly as much death and mayhem going on as we are led to believe by media. There is no “occult” to be taken seriously. There are no “suicide bombers,” and the mass shootings are all fake. Police shootings are currently being used to stir up black-on-white distrust, like Charlotte. It was faked. The Boston bombing was fake, as were the Paris and Brussels “terrorist attacks.” (Such events require a fake media to be believed.) This has led me to believe that we are not dealing with cold-blooded killers, just hoaxers who are managing public opinion to nudge us down the road they want us on. I don’t know if they are psychopaths who simply avoid killing due to annoying blowback effects, but I do know they are restrained in actual deaths. So far. (This includes 9/11.)

In other words, relax, people! Walk alone in your neighborhood at night, leave your house unlocked, trust other people to do the right thing. (I left my IPad at Costco yesterday. I called them – someone turned it in. I expected no less.) Bad things happen, and those bad things are usually the result of careless accidents, alcohol, drugs, love affairs, people in desperation … but there is no one outside the military and the medical cartel plotting real mass death events. If our search for truth has taught us anything, it is that people are good.

Also, just for fun, keep your eye out in the news for spook signalling. 33 Chilean miners trapped – a fake event. 33 people hospitalized in New York after smoking synthetic marijuana – fake. The Ku Klux Klan – an Intelligence front. (“K” is the 11th letter of the alphabet, x 3 = 33. Just learned this last week.) Zika virus discovered in 1947 … a hoax. Pete Ham died at age 27 .. nah, he didn’t. He faked his death.

Isn’t the search for truth fun? Isn’t life great? Isn’t it nice to live on a planet where most people are good?

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All that said, I have exciting news, beneath the fold:

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What game is afoot?

I always do something most others don’t when viewing something like this: I put myself in the shoes of the person holding a camera.

In the case, he is being allowed to film the incident. Normally a camera would be shut down, surrounded, to block out the event.

That, to me, means that the event was meant to be filmed. If that is the case, then the event was probably staged.

And if the event was staged, then that is probably not Hillary Clinton. More likely, it is a body double.

Do you notice that we never see her face?

And, if it is staged, why? What game is afoot here?

Anderson Cooper: Both twin and zombie

Note to readers: See the post The Steve Clark Blunder. This post was a cluster of errors.

I am going to blame this on jet lag, as I do have  a bad case, but it is just an excuse, as I did make a mistake in the original version of this post – I used a 2016 photo of Def Leppard rather than one that included Steve Clark, which is now used. Comments below refer to the original photo. They were accurate.

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A week or so ago I inserted the above photo of Def Leppard in with the mix of photos taken in Europe, and asked readers who Staight’s latest discovery, his latest Zombie was. Where I could, I emailed the answer to people expressing interest, as I don’t like teasing people. For all of us now, the answer is that the guy in the middle above, who is holding a microphone in a creepily suggestive way second from the right, is Steve Clark, who died of alcoholism in 1991.

He is now known as Anderson Cooper, intrepid CNN news reporter.

If you are curious what a pool of talent exists that one man can be both a world-class lead guitarist and stage performer and a newsman, the answer is easy. Cooper may have done some excellent air guitar work on stage.  What we have discovered about Zombies, people who fake-die as musicians and then return as news personalities, is that they are actors, not musicians. The whole of a recording performance can be faked, and stage performances too.

Straight and I have learned now too when doing facial comparisons to first answer the question: Are we dealing with twins?

In Cooper’s case, yes. Most assuredly, Anderson Cooper is twins.

Her is twin #1, whom I think of as Anderson the Serious:

And here is Twin #2, who I think of as Fredo, the slightly less credible Cooper:

cooper-on-jeopardyAs I have discovered, if he is wearing horn-rimmed glasses, it is Fredo. Also, Fredo has an easy smile, sometimes even looking a little intellectually challenged, the reason for my nickname.

(Jeopardy, the TV Quiz show, annually runs a week of news personalities they call “Power Players,” in which they dumb down the questions and put our nightly news people on display. This year Cooper was among them. After a while you’ll get the hang of it, but it was Fredo, and not Serious, who was on that show this year. See to the left. Easy smile, pointed nose are two keys to telling them apart.

For those of you who eschew face splitting, I will tell you that as I randomly grabbed ten photos, I could tell without thinking that I was dealing with twins. Here is a side-by-side comparison, with the yellow line used to make sure the eyes are in alignment. The green line highlights the ear difference, and the red the chin.

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As can be seen , Serious Cooper has lower ears, while Fredo has a shorter chin. Fredo also has a sharper nose. Keep in mind that while one photo is of an older twin, the other younger, ear lobes get longer with age, but ear height and skull shape remain constant. Noses can be altered by plastic surgery, but these have not. These are two different men.

Anderson Cooper, said to the son of Gloria Vanderbilt, has either a fake bio in which the Vanderbilt portion was invented, or really is that guy. If he really is that guy, then he was sent to England to become Steve Clark and impersonate a musician – and to learn how to act.

But Cooper’s bio is a little more interesting, as Gloria Vanderbilt is said to have had another son, Carter Cooper, who did a swan dive to his death at age 23 from the fourteenth floor of their New York City apartment in 1991. This is from an interview of Gloria by (Serious) Anderson in September of 2011:

‘I still run through it,’ she said. ‘He was sitting on the wall with one foot on there and one foot hanging over and he kept looking down.

‘And I kept begging him and then when he went, he went like an athlete, and hung over the wall like this.

‘And I said, “Carter, come back”, and for a minute I thought that he was going to come back, but he didn’t. He let go.’

She told her 44-year-old son, who was 21 at the time of the tragedy, ‘There was a moment when I thought I was going to jump over after him.

‘I thought of you and it stopped me.’

That is really sad, as any parent who has lost a child can testify. The problem is that I do not believe it. I think it is just bad writing, a damned soap-opera ending. Once I knew we were dealing with twins, I knew one had to leave his regular life to become the doppelgänger for the other. They chose a dramatic suicide as the back story.

Here is a photo of Carter Cooper, as nice and well-adjusted a young man as you will ever meet:

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And here he is matched up with Fredo Cooper, the less serious twin:

Carter Cooper did not plunge to his death. He merely became the Anderson Cooper twin that we never knew about until today.

We rest our case. Anderson Cooper is a two-fer, both a twin AND a Zombie.

PS: Oops! I almost forgot. Which Cooper, Anderson or Carter, played the part of Steve Clark of Def Leppard? From all appearances, it was Fredo. Clark died in 1991, while Carter Cooper died in 1988, leaving three years there. However, I would not be surprised if both stepped in and out of the role, but that is a subject for further research, and I am tired. Please excuse the oversight.

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Footnote: I ask readers to bear with me on this one, as in looking at other comparisons of Steve Clark and either Cooper twin, results are all over the board. When this happens, I usually go back to the person I am looking to compare to see if he or she is more than one person. What I am finding, as can seen with the photos below, is that Steve Clark does not match up well with Steve Clark – as if he had a double or twin in use. This would fit perfectly with use of both Coopers, Anderson and Carter, but the evidence does not take me there. So tomorrow morning, when my head is clear, I am going to re-examine this whole matter. In the meantime, see below the problem I am having – each person below is said to be Steve Clark.

We generally resolve these issues before publishing anything, but I rushed this one. I hope to clarify matters tomorrow.

Note to readers – D-Day deceit

I put up a post today about a D-Day photo and then took it down. Looking over other photos, I got a sense that it is a very big subject and I need to be a little more thorough. So it will reappear down the road as part of a larger analysis, and then you can chime in too. (There is monkey business going on there for sure, but I don’t know why.)

Or, have a crack at it yourself and I will run your work here or link to it.  I know we have some crack photo and Wikipedia analysts among the readership. My forum is open to you.

If it is on TV, it is real

I could not put the problem more succinctly than this. It is a guy named Eric, who has been around the blogs since the beginning. He resides in Billings, Montana, my home town until 2001. This is his recollection of the morning of 9/11/2001 as recorded at Reptile Dysfunction, a Montana blog linked to the right:

“I was getting ready for work, and saw the planes hit on CNN – I’m pretty sure it happened.”

Is there any more to say?

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.