I think what I saw on TV’s Jeopardy was more recent than the video above, and it has stuck in my craw. Please look closely at David Muir, news Anchor for ABC News. He is dressed impeccably, his eyes are piercing. He takes himself very seriously.
He is an idiot. He was hired because he delivers that serious and believable cadence, and because he is so damned good looking. No doubt if you went out for beers with the man, by evening’s end you would discover that, like the state of North Dakota, there is no “there” there. The man probably can’t place Lebanon on the map.
Television casts a hypnotic spell wherein the mode of delivery is the message. Muir could as easily tell us that Canada is infected with dinosaur lice and Americans have stopped aging now, and typical viewers would think ?”Hmmm. How about that.”
That is how news works. It is not about anything true. Most of what we call “news” is lies and distortions. It is designed to get viewers to “look here, not there.” It is merely about distraction and believability.
“Debunking sites.” are a large part of the psy-op factor – a way to keep us from leaving the herd and thinking our own thoughts about what we see and hear about us.
If such sites were genuine, they would not debunk this or that aspect of theory about the true behavior of our governmenht. They would debunk all of it. But they cannot. Mythbusters, SNOPES, Scientific American, Popular Mechanics, Penn and Teller have all been called into service of the government in debunking major conspiracy theories. But they are not really about debunking. They are about reassuring you. If they have to lie to reassure you, they will. If they have to use gimmicks and special effects, they will. They do.
The van in that scene was superimposed by video trickery, “PhotoShopped” in. You can tell by the black line, kind of a dark halo, around it. Mythbusters, who are fake, will latch on to enough real science to use as a lever to inject their fakery. In this case, they were “proving” that soft objects can destroy hard ones by mere speed. It does not happen, so they had a door blown off a van by other means and made it appear that a pumpkin did it. They had to fake it. So it goes. It was all done with a computer in a production studio. These are liars. And, I might add, liars with a large budget.
As an alternative, I propose that debunking sites and shows change their name: Instead of “debunking” they should be called “Stop Thinking, and I Mean Right Now!” sites, because that is their true effect. People become a little unnerved at this or that piece of evidence, and want reassurance that their government does not lie. So they Google, and sure enough the first thing that pops up is the debunking site. They read or skim it, are reassured, and stop wondering.
It is no accident. Google is about as genuine as SNOPES, which is to say it too tells believable lies. One of the lies is to make sure you get the information your government wants you to get on the first page. They want you to stop there and not explore further. Positioning of debunking sites on Google is not based on number of hits. It is a little more disingenuous, and more nuanced than that.
It is a form of propaganda, a way to prevent you from asking questions, thinking for yourself, wondering out loud, or exercising natural curiosity.
Debunking sites exist to assist you in turning off your brain, nothing more. They are just another form of thought control.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.
[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.
It is very good to be removed from party politics, TV news, newspapers and radio and Huffington Post, but reality takes a while to sink in. We have to avoid fake reality and then realize that it is fake before we can begin to see things as they really are. Time offers perspective. Reading helps.
These days when I am driving Denver traffic and turn on my radio, I enjoy listening to Rush Limbaugh – I don’t care about his content, which is designed to manipulate a broad class of potentially thoughtful but utterly clueless men (yes, men). (Yes, clueless.) His tone is appealing – he is older, and has been publicly savaged and ridiculed by “the left,” but seems mellowed and even occasionally insightful. I recommend him to any who are disenchanted and searching for answers. He doesn’t have any, but he does serve as pleasant elevator music while you move on to your next destination.
I have been wondering about the post below about “Paul/Mike” McCartney turning up now and then as “custodian” at his childhood home. What is striking is how pedestrian he is in appearance and attitude, joking, winking, sharing a secret with us. He’s not wealthy or surrounded by adoring fans nor is he sporting an MBE medal. He’s just a Liverpool bloke. He’s been retired for decades. He cannot help himself in appearing on camera, just as John Lennon returned from death to film Let Him Be. And it is comforting to know that they are just men who were hired to play parts, and who, hopefully got a nice pension out of the deal. Judging by their appearances and circumstances, these are not wealthy men at all.
They are winking at us, and in a friendly non-sinister manner, telling us that it was all for shits and giggles. And I am deeply grateful to both of them. I would love now for Sir Paul to come down off his perch, acknowledge his twin, and maybe they could even sit down and play “The Two of Us” together, one right and the other left-handed. I just realized this morning what that song was about. I wonder who wrote it.
One gratifying aspect of blogging is to meet some nice and really insightful people, who know their own names and stop by here on occasion. Without permission I am going to reproduce twocomments from “Tyrone McCloskey,” perhaps a real name, but who really cares? Content matters most.
Implications? Perhaps “Paul” said something and this is his punishment (for those who think like television writers)- Or, the Beatles drew crowds that they didn’t deserve, the hype drawing the kids in live (nobody could hear them play and so they wouldn’t know if they were any good), but the TV and film stuff was understood by the actors to be just a role for which they mimed recordings made by others- They never felt the power because the forces that we thought were swirling around them never reached this troupe- The audiences on film and video could have just as easily been paid extras- (Sinatra a decade and a half earlier went through the same paces with paid bobbysoxers screaming and crying on cue) They never expected royalties, just a pension, and the gig finally ended- This may explain their casual reaction to the mania and their ability to crack wise so easily- None of them took any of it seriously because they knew it wasn’t real- Court historians have been paid since the dawn of writing to fabricate, fabricate, fabricate… so whatever their backstory, front-story, it all came through corporate owned media so all narrative tropes are fair game- Resting…
And later in response to another man who has been all over attacking the notion Beatles were not as they were portrayed to us:
GvdH- I was born in 1958- I marinated in the Featles and the goddamned 60’s- You couldn’t escape every detail of the 4 mop top’s lives if you tried- It was rammed down our throats-Certainly no one wants their heroes outed as frauds, but why are some people chosen over others to succeed? It is never just talent- It’s talent that fits a favored agenda of the culture creators, even as that talent, if it exists at all, needs a firm guiding hand- And that agenda always serves their best interests, not ours- Great music that midwifed the mind destroying drug culture is what the Beatles handlers were after and they succeeded –
Another thing the Beatles were designed for was to create a consensus market for pop music- Thousands upon thousands of musicians followed their lead in pursuit of similar wealth and fame- The market pushed out variance and guided a relatively small number of acts to the charts and the playlists of the corporate owned radio and television networks- 50 years on, look what we have rammed down our throats today: lip synching CGI tramps like Taylor Swift and those other synthetic creations that teach pre-adolescent girls that stripper culture is the highest aspiration- For boys, it’s crossdressing and/or ghetto warriors- There won’t be any chance for stable families to grow out of that muck- The population will continue to shrink in the west- But then, population replacement (hello Syria, welcome to Germany) goes back to the Old Testament, and likely well before that-
Enjoy yourselves … I am in Portland for a few days. It is a strange place, saturated in faux-pwoggy causes, hairstyles, and Boulder, Colorado-like smug self-satisfaction. Again, so nice to be removed from it all.
Just out of curiosity I “Googled” “Paul and Mike McCartney twins” to see if anyone else had tripped on this information. I went ten pages in, and found not a hint. Even as it was hidden in plain sight, meaning many thousands of people out there must know about them, the Google just doesn’t seem to know.
The Google is just another illusion, designed to make it appear that you have free access to ideas. It is perhaps one level deeper in thought control, as you think you are accessing the world, but … not. Google, a campus in Silicon Valley, is not into freedom of speech or exploration of new ideas. Quite the opposite. They merely exist to give us that impression.
They are Intel. I quit using them several years ago when they announced that they keep track of any searches I do for “advertising” purposes. I use Bing. But I am no fool. I have never thought for a second that Bing and Google are separate operations. They are merely Democrat-Republican, Microsoft-Apple, Coke-Pepsi. Bing is tracking me too, and if ever I refuse to pay my taxes or decide to run for office, they can mine my data and find out all about me.
Fortunately, I do not matter. As with all of those thousands of others who easily figured out the McCartney twins, we remain anonymous.
The young son of a friend, age 10 or so, is currently enthralled by space aliens and UFO’s. His mother mentioned this in an “it’s just so cute” frame of mind. I hope she does not ‘set him straight’, but rather allows him to continue to explore. What he is doing is really important, and anyway, maybe he’s on to something important. Perhaps she can guide him by helping him ask good questions, like “Is that photo real?”, or “Do they really know that for a fact?” Also, she can suggest as he sits staring at the wall, puzzled, “Maybe you can dig a little deeper. There’s an answer if you keep looking.”
But the worst thing she can do is worry that he does not have correct information about our world. Let him believe as he will as he explores as he can. I fear that some teacher, some thought control guru, will set him straight, make sure that he believes what he should believe, using proper authority figures as a guide. That will destroy his creative impulse, and discourage critical thinking. He is, after all, learning by doing. That is the only way, as I see it, to learn to think critically – trial and error. Studying text books on logical fallacies or syllogisms (not done anyway) is not nearly as valuable as totally screwing up and getting something totally wrong, and realizing it.
Telling kids what to think is a grievous sin. Another friend spent many tedious days during his teaching career “proctoring” ACT tests for his high school. That’s what we do – fill our kids’ heads with facts and demand that they read them back correctly to get into a “good” school. It’s how education came to be what it is today – they slowly replaced curiosity with memorization.
Is the children learning? Nope.
Allow them to explore, gently guiding them as they go their own direction, giving them the basic tools to work things out on their own … that has a name – I’ve forgotten it … what was it … we used to do this sort of thing in past centuries … hmmm .. oh yeah! I remember! It is called “education.”
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