Category: Fake events

World population trends, 2025

“Covid” was a disease the symptoms of which were indistinguishable from ordinary influenza, and remarkably, as Covid deaths escalated during those years, influenza deaths virtually disappeared. Far be it from me to comment on obvious connections, but it appears to me that

  1. SARS-CoV-2, the supposed virus that supposedly caused Covid, does not exist.
  2. The “pandemic,” which was announced to the world on 3/11/2020, was not real, and had to be sustained by means of illusion, misdirection, and fakery.
  3. One of the keys to maintaining the illusion of a pandemic was real and spreading was the idea of the “asymptomatic carrier”, that is, a person who carries the disease, spreads it, but carries no symptoms.
  4. The key to identifying asymptomatic carriers was the PCR test. Anthony Fauci said point blankly that we must “test, test test”, for the disease, most likely knowing in his black and evil heart that he was merely describing the means by which an illusory pandemic would spread.

So it is that I say that on this date I happen to know the exact number of pandemic deaths: Zero. Nobody died of Covid, but testing and certification were done based on the PCR, so that anyone who died within 45 days of a Covid test was considered to have died of Covid. I just asked AI about Covid deaths, as I wanted to be lied to good and hard, and learned that worldwide, as of today, 7,099,773 people died, and in the US, 1,226,890.

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Additional work on Columbine

In my original piece on the Columbine “massacre”, September of 2017, I had stopped doing face chops, thinking them the object of ridicule among “informed” folk. Instead, I began doing opaque overlays wherein one person becomes another. Thus in the Columbine piece did I show Eric Harris morphing into Trey Parker and Dylan Klebold into Matt Stone, Parker and Stone being the alleged creators of the long running TV show South Park.

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Shootings in Anaconda, Montana

I heard about this mass shooting, from August 8th, recently even as I do not subscribe to newspapers. For some reason, information reaches me. I do check in on the Billings Gazette of my hometown, but am not a subscriber. I cannot access anything but the teaser article in the beginning.

Once upon a time, I was able to click on the teaser, and the story would appear for a brief instant before being covered by a banner. I would quickly hit control A (select all) and control C (copy) and capture the story, which I would reprint on Microsoft Word. I said to myself at the time, “Don’t let on about this! Don’t tell them you can do it.” But then one day the cover-up banner appeared so quickly that I could no longer perform this exercise. My only way of accessing content was to subscribe, and I am often intrigued by stories, but cannot force myself to push that button.

In this story, four people were shot and killed at the Owl Bar, 819 E 3rd St., Anaconda, Montana. It happened at 10:30 in the morning on August 8th. “Sounds fake!” I immediately thought.

Here they are, left to right Daniel Edwin Bailee, 59; David Allen Leach, 70, Nancy Lauretta Kelley, 64, and Tony Wayne Palm, 74. I looked them all up on Ancestry.com, and they all turn up as Anaconda residents. But there are issues:

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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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Asch to Quora, experiment to sad reality

When I was a child in Catholic grade school, I was an altar boy. It was a big deal to my deeply indoctrinated mind, wearing girly frocks and lighting candles and ringing bells. Our pastor, Father Neville once took trouble after a morning mass to advise me that I was not my brother Steve, that I was not measuring up. Asshole. That really stung and in no way did it move me forward, especially not beyond Catholicism, as it should have.

One morning during a weekday mass we had to attend, my class sat in the balcony of the church, Little Flower, to this day still on 2nd Avenue South in Billings, Montana. It caters to the Hispanic community, and is quite charming. As an altar boy I knew the drills, when to stand, when to kneel and sit. We came to a part of the mass where we insiders knew it was time to stand, and yet my whole class just sat there, so I mustered all my courage and stood up, all alone, to snickers and oddball looks from our nun/teacher, sister Iforget.

I was demonstrating the courage of nonconformity in the most conformist way possible, by adhering to the altar boy code.

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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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On Boys Don’t Cry, and a royal Miles Mathis f-bomb rant

Back in March I received an email from a person asking to be kept anonymous. In it he was inquisitive of a piece written by Fauxlex called Framing John Lotter: The Fake Murder of Brandon Teena. It was based on the 1999 movie Boys Don’t Cry starring Hillary Swank (pictured above with her doppelgänger, Matt Damon), Chloë Sevigny and Peter Sarsgaard and others. Swank played Teena Brandon, who in the movie is Brandon Teena, a transvestite, or woman passing as a man. In 1993 Brandon is murdered by John Lotter (Sarsgaard) and Tom Nissen (played by Brandon Sexton III). Lotter was accused of the murder of Brandon and two others, Lisa Lambert, and Phillip DeVine, and is sentenced to death, in large part based on the testimony of Nissen, who would later confess that he, and not Lotter, had killed the three victims.

At the time I suggested to Fauxlex that even as we agreed that the murders were fake, and that Brandon (played in the movie by Swank) was played in real life by a woman, Barbra Kramer, still living in a town in Nebraska, that Lotter and Nissen could not possibly be in jail. I was able to match the real-life Brandon Teena photo to a to the living woman who in real life was supposed to be Brandon Teena. (Fauxlex made this connection before I did.) So much time has passed, and I do not have the private emails, but I never said publicly to Fauxlex that I doubted that Lotter and Nissen were in jail. He went after me in public for disagreeing with him, as is his wont.

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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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90s Psyop #9: The Olympic Park Bombing

The 1996 Centennial Olympic Park bombing was supposed to be the work of a lone extremist Eric Robert Rudolph, a radical anti-government survivalist who, we are told, managed to pull off a terrorist attack in the middle of the Olympic Games using little more than a pipe bomb and backpack. But, as with so many stories of national tragedy, this one follows a very familiar script: an explosion, a rapid scapegoat, a media feeding frenzy, and government response that – coincidentally, of course – expands state control.

Insert different names and locations, and you could be talking about Oklahoma City, 9/11, the Boston Marathon Bombing, or any number of suspiciously convenient crises that just so happen to lead to increased surveillance, stricter security measures, and a general tightening of the noose around personal freedoms.

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American Psyop – 90s Edition (The Long Island Lolita Hoax)

I’ve decided to post summaries on what I consider to be the Top 10 hoaxes of the 90s. This absurd and lurid tale came in at #10. The follow-up at #9 will be the Olympic Park Bombing.

In the summer of 1992, Long Island – a land known for big hair and even bigger attitudes – became ground zero for a love triangle so absurd it felt like an R-rated after-school special gone wrong – an intricate mix of media hysteria, suburban drama, and one too many perms.  Enter Amy Fisher, a semi-fictional 17-year-old femme fatale/high schooler whose hobbies included wielding a .25-caliber handgun and teasing middle-aged men – when she wasn’t busy teasing her hair. 

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