Category: Fake deaths

Lynn discovers that MLK assassination was fake!

I don’t often use this (small) forum to attack, and would not if I knew a person. With Lynn E, she comes off as pedagogical, but like some teachers we’ve all experienced, it’s about stuff we already know. They sit back in their leather chair smoking a pipe, and say “Well, you know, there is some controversy about the moon landings, but I don’t engage in conspiracy theory.” Lynn would know they were fake, but might present it to us as a new discovery.

That’s fine, I just don’t pay attention, but at Fakeologist.com, she is featured at least once a week. Ab likes her, and I would too if I needed space filler. She’s always available. Recently, she presented the Martin Luther King assassination, and in fairness I have not listened to it, but do know that she is telling us it was fake. Zounds!

Mr. Mathis wrote about this episode a long time ago, and in an “oh by the way” style, not detailing it as he did JFK or John Lennon. His piece was a bit of a drive-by, but he made his point. As MLK lay bleeding to death, people down below were going on about their business as if nothing had happened, no gunshots, nothing. I wrote about it myself (I cannot locate the piece – this is much more recent), using face chops, which Mr. Mathis abhors. But it convinced me … MLK became Don King, fight promoter with wild hair. What better disguise!

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Natural born pedophile

I grabbed this photo from Ab at the Fakeologist blog, of Jeffrey Epstein before and after his death. The two are obviously two different people. Someone has taken a left profile of him standing erect and laid him on his side for comparison. I did something very similar with the JFK morgue photos, revealing that the person in the photos was not JFK, but rather the product of some fancy darkroom work. So too above, but note: The ears and eyebrows appear to be from the same person. Only the nose, more bulbous, differs. Photoshop was not available in 1963, but even now they could have done a bit better, unless it is, again, Petra’s revelation of the method.

I left a comment at Ab’s site, reprinted below the fold here. Sadly, Ab does not get much in the way of comments, especially those of the quality I get here. His blog is far more active than mine, so people ought to be chiming in more. There was but one response to my comment (usually there are none when I pitch in) and that one was about gematria. ¡Ay, caramba!

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Billy Shears: Revelation of the Method

I made it through all 666 pages of the book Memoirs of Billy Shears, by Thomas E. Uharriet some time ago. To the left is a face split between the image on the cover of the book, and a 1957 photo, said to be of Paul McCartney, but actually the one I call Mike. In the book “Billy” claims to have undergone plastic surgery to implant plastic to create the illusion that he looks like “Paul”, or the man we know now as “Macca”.  But it appears to me all they have done is take the original Mike and draft an image based on that. I see no plastic sticking out.

The book is written in two voices, that of “Billy”, who claims to have been a studio musician before the death of the original “Paul” on 9/11/1966, to have played in various bands under other names, to be a trained musician who can read music and who has written all of the songs of the Beatles (after 11/22/66) that are not separately attributed to John Lennon, George Harrison, or Ringo Starr. That part is made-up nonsense, but there is an overshadowing of truth admitted to in the time alluded to that came before the fake death on 9/11/66: 

NOTE (Page 167): The Beatles’ music will evolve from the most naïve that their writers could imagine to the most liberated. The first hit in America ( being their second in the UK) credited to Lennon-McCartney, though far beyond their writing skills, was Launching the engineered social transformation that sold over 15 million copies worldwide. [MT Note: this must refer to either I Want To Hold Your Hand or She Loves You.]

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Anyone care to check it out?

I’ve done all I am going to do. It has to do with the fatal shooting of two Democrats in Minnesota, State Representative Melissa Hortman and her husband, Mark, and the wounding of State Senator John Hoffman and his wife, Yvette, on June 14th, four days prior to this writing. The shooter is identified as Vance Luther Boelter, born in 1967.

Police received a call from the daughter of the Hoffman’s at 2:06 AM. They encountered Boelter in a parked car at 2:36 AM. They arrived at the Hoffman house at 3:35 AM.

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Slippin’ out the back, Jack

At last count, Manhattan Contrarian’s five (and counting) posts on the JFK assassination have drawn 559 comments, though it the 80/20 rue applies, most have come from two or three sources.

My older brother told me, with awe, that Theodore Roosevelt had been shot while standing on a podium speaking, and still stood tall and finished his speech. With all due respect, Steve, that’s a crock. 1) If shot, or shot at, he would have hid behind the podium and there would have been a pile of bodies to shield him from further harm, and 2) he wasn’t shot (or shot at) anyway. That’s just presidential mythology, like San Juan Hill.

There’s a bit of popular mythology that says that in olden days presidents did not have tight security. They did, just like now. It’s not just presidents, but kings and queens, princes, dukes and archdukes. Security has been around longer than our country or colonies, and they know how to do it.

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JFK autopsy photos – the final mile

Note to readers: I was focused as I wrote this on my own Pauline conversion, having read Miles Mathis’s Camelot piece on the assassination of John F. Kennedy. In so doing, I ignored another man of equal or more importance who allowed me to publish his piece, JFKTV, here. I offer apologies for the slight to Tyrone Mccloskey, author and long time friend of the blog.

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Everything interesting will happen beneath the fold. I will not put those gruesome photos right in front of faces of people who don’ t know they are fake, some of the best fakes I have ever seen.

But first, a few stories about me. I’ve learned over the course of my life that there are things about me that are not like other people, but also that most things about me are just like other people. For instance, I always knew that I was a very bright kid. In those days we would take tests, be they ACT or just pure IQ tests where we reassemble cardboard boxes. I always scored very high, in the 99th percentile.

How did I know this? Teachers told me. That was a huge mistake on their part, as I began to think, even in grade school, that things would be easy for me. I did not apply myself to things, did not work hard enough, and as a consequence did not grade out well in school, much to the frustration of teachers who looked at my files and knew my scores. I knew some classmates back then who were smart, maybe also in the 90s on those tests, and who also applied themselves, and became engineers, Microsoft employees, well, that’s only two of the 130 or so in my high school class. The rest became ordinary people, workers, teachers, craftsmen and women, and one, my girlfriend at one time, a Vegas showgirl. I loved her, but never saw her as such a stunning beauty as she later became. Continue reading “JFK autopsy photos – the final mile” →

JFK Morgue photos, revisited

I’ve been following the posts of the Manhattan Contrarian (here, here, and here) with a feeling of need for  forbearance. MC might knowingly be advancing the hoax, but I am keeping the faith that he is the real deal. He could be playing to the galleries, as people love a good mystery, and the JFK assassination is one of the best of all time. It’s got all the elements of skullduggery and hidden villains, and so much misdirection strewn about that an average person of curiosity can’t help but apply intelligence to the matter, coming to rest on one or another of the bogus “theories” involved.

I’ve dropped a few comments there, among the hundreds now, and offer the following as an introduction to misdirection, how it is done:

It will always stand as outright contradiction that the powerful Kennedy family could not stop 1980 publication of the Davis S. Lifton book Best Evidence, which contained in it gruesome morgue photographs of JFK’s corpse. Could they have stopped at least the photos? Of course they could have. Why did they not?

The photos were fake, masterful darkroom creations with JFK’s face superimposed on someone else’s head, some of the most important and sophisticated photo fakery ever done since invention of the camera. Why would the Kennedy’s allow them to be published? Because it drove home the idea of a brutal assassination that did not happen for real.

How do I know this? You can’t possibly just trust me. I have preserved my work, but I ask something better of you: Reproduce the work, prove me wrong. That’s how science is done.

I’d like to go back to the beginning here. I read the Lifton book more than a decade after it was published, and thought it the best exposition to that time of the mysteries, not solutions, surrounding the assassination. Keep in mind that I believed that JFK was gunned down, and was in a state a perpetual grief, as he was so dynamic, so energizing to the American population. Just the idea that kids my age were walking fifty miles (I never did) was testimony to the good he was doing.

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Note: Below the fold here are gruesome morgue photos from the Lifton book. Proceed with that knowledge, or stay away. _____________________________________________________________

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61 years and counting …

Manhattan Contrarian, a site I like and follow, has unfortunately entered the world of the JFK assassination. The two posts have thus far spawned almost two hundred comments, and here we go again.

I might not post this, as I do not have anything original to offer. Here’s a comment I left at Fakeologist, a post about a Miles Mathis post on the latest release of documents:

I was glad to see MM walk back from his original idea that there was some kind of underground ruling council and that JFK left the scene to participate. That, to me, detracted from one of the best written and most important papers I have ever read, one that changed my life.

I would add one more fake presidential death to his litany of Garfield, McKinley, Lincoln and JFK: FDR. Speaking of using death of the office holder as a means of installing an otherwise unelectable person in office, Harry S. Truman qualifies. He got in on FDR’s death after wee hours shenanigans at the convention to get him installed as VP, and then the 1948 election had to be stolen to keep him in office.

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All the world’s a stage, Horatio

We got a comment here, linked, which I decided to follow. It led me to Chris Hohn and a post titled True Humans Will Separate from NPC’s, which turns out to be homage to musicians, some real, some fake. They are all given far too much rah rah, as a fan boy might do.

Hohn decided to belittle the work of Dallas Goldbug, a worthy undertaking, but the real purpose of Goldbug blew right by him, to discredit the idea that famous people who die often reappear in another form. As I noted to him in a comment I left, “… it is interesting that you latch on the nonsense of Morrison/Limbaugh, as Goldbug intended, and by doing so discredit real and honest work on Hicks/Jones, as Goldbug intended.

My comment, which I repeat below the fold, is “awaiting moderation”, probably meaning it will never see the light of day. This often happens when worlds collide, as when I introduce Hohn to a world of fakery in musicians when all he wanted to do was idealize a few of them.

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Dr. King and Don King, ring-a-ding-ding?

Summary: Human beings naturally group due to many factors, but require effective leaders to force changes. Such leaders often rise organically, as can be seen in history with people like Genghis Kahn, whose presence is still widely felt due to his procreation habits. The leaders we have now and have had for several thousand years, are well aware of organic movements and how to destroy them. Two such recent movements come to mind: The racial unrest of the post-World War II era, and the anti-war movement that arose in response to a seemingly unnecessary and barbaric attack on native populations in Southeast Asia in the early 1960s forward.

The response to such movements is easy to predict – the true an hidden leaders among us, whose activities are clandestine, make and force upon us false leaders whose objective is to destroy organic movements, and render the population into eunuch status.  The anti-Vietnam-war movement was rendered impotent by the activities of people like Tom Hayden and Jane Fonda, H Rap Brown, Stokely Carmichael, Noam Chomsky, Dr. Benjamin Spock and  others. However, it was Charles Manson and company, who gave us a fake but highly publicized massacre in 1969, that drove the stake through the heart of the movement. Having taken on all of the apparent appearances of a populist surge, the anti-war movement was rendered impotent in the aftermath of the Tate-LaBianca killings, and never recovered as the war moved forward, finally having achieved its real goals by 1975.

Similarly, the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s grew in strength, and needed to be reined in by false leaders, supplied by Intelligence. Among them were people like Rosa Parks, Thurgood Marshall, Medgar Evans, Jesse Jackson, and Ralph Abernathy. But the most prominent of them was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. This post examines his real origins, a 1959 arrest wherein he was chosen to become a new man with a fake background, a powerful public speaker named Dr. Martin Luther King, who apparently lived on to become fight promoter Don King. Predictably, the Civil Rights movement was left in tatters after King’s fake assassination in 1968. As false leaders do, he led his followers into a brick wall. His was an exercise in false hope, and of killing real hope.

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