The three amigos

Note: Kerry promises three more installments to follow in a piece I thought would be a great jumping-off point for commenters.

By Kerry Anderson

As historian buffets go, There is probably no other table quite like the Second World War. Involving over 50 countries and uncountable tribes, ethnic groups, and organized gangs.

It was certainly a World War by most definitions. Casualties, which seem to take up a large chunk of the research space, are a bit hard to pin down. Depending on when one wishes to place the starting line, It could be counted as 5 years, or even longer if one chooses the invasion of Manchuria. Many factors combine to make any calculation of casualties more speculative than hard fact. The lack of accurate population totals both before and after is a big one. Determining the ultimate fate of many people is also a problem, many displaced, missing in action, or simply dropping out to continue their lives, could account for many.

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BabaWawa, the final cut

“I get all the news I need from the weather report.” (Paul Simon)

Courson with Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson, circa 1970

Prior to going through the evidence regarding the body switch done with Barbara Walters in 1976, I am going to attempt to set the scene and describe the terrain on which such hoaxing takes place. Many readers know that my friend “Straight” and I worked for many months with David McGowan’s (fake death, 11/22/2015) book Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon. I contended that of the seventy or more deaths of rocks stars, actors and hangers-on described in the book, perhaps one or two might be real deaths. My reasoning was that these people were all young, so even if abusing drugs and alcohol (most of that was mere stage-setting for the fake deaths), it is unlikely they would die. Even in war zones, I told Straight, you don’t see that kind of mortality rate. Continue reading “BabaWawa, the final cut”

Smedley Butler, call your office. Someone is on to you …

The Bogus Business Plot: Part 2: Smedley Butler, The Lying Quaker

The revered general who saved FDR from Wall Street takes a pounding as Josh undresses him in Part Two of his essay. Butler, like John F. Kennedy,  John McCain, John Kerry and others who came to prominence via military heroism, turns out to be a paper tiger whose exploits were phony.

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Who’s That Hitler?

In the wake of Tyrone’s explosive post on Hitler and his contention that “multiple actors played Hitler during the course of the character’s life,” I’ve compiled some pictures of Hitler at various points in his life. How many different Hitlers do you see? And do you see any monkey business going on in these photos?   Continue reading “Who’s That Hitler?”

The Eighteenth Brumaire of Donald Trump

Well folks, buckle up! It’s going to be one hell of a ride these next four (8?) years. I for one am stocking the pantry with popcorn to munch on while watching the spectacle.

On November 9th, 1799, Napoleon Bonaparte seized control of the French government in a bloodless coup. The French revolutionaries had established a new calendar, and November 9th of that year was the 18th day of the month of Brumaire. The French revolution and Napoleon’s rise now appear to have been manufactured and managed by hidden powers acting behind the scenes. Many of us here believe the same can be said about this election, and Trump’s rise to power, which took place on September 8, 2016 “just happens” to correspond to the 18th of Brumaire according to the revolutionary calendar. (Note all the spook markers on these dates, too: November 9 is written 11/9 or 9/11 if you live outside the US; November 8 is 11/8; Brumaire [meaning fog] was the second month of the revolutionary calendar, so it is 18/2, with the digits summing to 11.)

Karl Marx, also an agent of hidden powers acting as controlled opposition, famously wrote “The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Napoleon,” which was an analysis of the rise to power of Napoleon’s nephew, Louis-Napoleon, who also seized power in a bloodless coup in 1851. Continue reading “The Eighteenth Brumaire of Donald Trump”

The Dreyfus Affair on Trial

Miles Mathis posted a paper I wrote showing that the famous Dreyfus Affair was a manufactured hoax. For those of you coming here from that paper, welcome! Below I have a brief clarification about the goals of the Dreyfus affair plus a bonus outing of another French spook. But first a few preliminaries:

I am a new addition to the blog here along with several regulars who have until now only contributed to the comments section. Mark Tokarski is the captain who prefers to stay out of the limelight. He welcomes thoughtful comments and constructive criticism. But he runs a tight ship, so please be thoughtful and respectful when commenting or you might have to walk the shill plank. (-;

Mark, along with another contributor who goes by straightfromthedevilsmouth (or ‘straight’ for short), has discovered a shocking number of celebrities who we know as a single persona but are actually ‘played’ by identical twins. If you’ve read Miles’s work, you know that Intelligence loves twins, like Paul & Mike McCartney and Elvis & Aron Presley. Well it turns out those ones are just a drop in the bucket. You can find all of the twins uncovered so far in The Honor Roll of Twins on the right sidebar under the Blogroll. We have a working hypothesis that twins can be ‘engineered’ by artificial embryo splitting, but that’s for another day.

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Nothing is real…

…and nothing to get hung about.

Living is easy with eyes closed.

Misunderstanding all you see.

Do you think maybe they were trying to tell us something? Well, my eyes are open. And I’ve accepted Mark’s generous invitation to blog here to try to share what I see from my perspective. I told him I wouldn’t have time to contribute for awhile, but dagnabbit it’s just too compelling. I was previously commenting here under the pseudyonym ‘daddie_o’ but that username is already taken, so now I’m ‘daddieuhoh.’

A little bit about me: I’m a disenchanted academic. My field is in the social sciences. About the 1st of this year, I happened to start watching a documentary called “9-11: The New Pearl Harbor.” The scales fell from my eyes, and I was thrust into a couple of months of intense reading up on many different conspiracy theories, trying to sort fact from fiction. I’m still at it. I’ve come to the conclusion, mainly thanks to others’ research, that much of what we see on TV or read in the newspapers is fake and phony. We’re being manipulated and duped on a grand, almost unimaginable scale. Our thoughts and passions are being molded and orchestrated. So much of the world we think we live in is a sham, a conjob. And so many of the conspiracies we read about are false leads and misdirection. Waking up to this realization was psychologically difficult at first. A bona fide ontological rupture. But I would not trade my newfound perspective for anything. I’m wide awake inside the Matrix, and I’m not going back to sleep.

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Conrad Burns, Jon Tester … Round and round we go

I was walking down First Avenue North in Billings, Montana on election night, 1988. At that time I was a loyal Republican. I met a smiling man on the sidewalk. He was smoking a cigarette. I had voted for him that day. His teeth were nicotine yellow.  Even then, six feet under in delusional thinking, I thought “This is a cat who swallowed a canary.

Conrad Burns was nothing special. His managers spent many restless nights maneuvering to overcome his latest gaffes. He introduced bills he had not even read, voted sight unseen as instructed by staff. He held native Americans in contempt. He allowed a large building in Bozeman to be named after him for no good reason, a legacy to our corruption.

He wore both a business suit and cowboy hat at once. Neither became him. He was a complete phony.

But to my great surprise, in 2006 he lost out to an ever bigger phony, Jon Tester. Beef  on the hoof, Tester squeezed Burns out down at the end of the trough.

Now that Burns has died, it is time to saying something nice about him: He did get his teeth fixed. If Tester sheds a few pounds, I’ll say something nice about him too when he drops.

Oi veh

I was reading a nice little piece on our health care system, what a joke it is, siphoning cash out of us even as half of us cannot come up with $400 on a bet.  The system has already worked its magic, purged us of our wealth, so that health care is just another cruel joke. It doesn’t work anyway and is unaffordable anyway and ACA did not fix it anyway. ACA was just a scam to prevent reform, to further enslave us.

And then I got to the end of the piece and read the following:

“But convince Bernie to run as a Green Party candidate, and maybe there’s a chance to send a message to the rentier parasites that they won’t achieve total control of our lives without a fight.”

Oi veh. Those messages we send really pack a wallop. 

Even assuming that Bernie Sanders is even for real and that our votes are even counted and that people are politically savvy enough to think beyond controlled media and that the office of president has real power … yeah, that will work.

The house is sinking in mud, foundations are cracked, beams are rotted, cold wind blows through broken windows, there are holes in the walls, electricity and water have been shut off …

Time for new shingles.

The paper caper

EllsbergTo have been young, in my twenties, during the time of Watergate, was fortunate. Of course I did not understand it – very few did then, and possibly fewer now. The obvious object was removal of a president, replacement by a cardboard cutout. But the psychological aspects are far more intriguing than the outcome. For a period of two years we were hit with a barrage of false news, false hearings, liars telling liars about other liars, and the news media positioning itself as an investigative body.

It takes years to understand such mechanizations, and of course it is ever ongoing. That is why I say I was fortunate to be young.

Prior to  that time we had a distraction within a distraction, the strange episode called the “Pentagon Papers.” Has anyone read them? Of course not. Did anyone read them then? Of course not. And to do so then or now would be a waste of time. Their content was not the issue. They were lies meant to cover even bigger lies. Their existence was the issue, however. It was a wild game played by a few low-level operatives designed to distract us** from some of the more seedy goings on in Vietnam, but also to enhance the notion that we have a news media that seeks truth.

There are indeed secrets, but those secrets are kept. They are never released, even by accident. But some broomstick cowboys got to play spies. Some newspapers got to play pretend journalism. The most important man, appointed for the role, was Daniel Ellsberg. He’s a fake, top to bottom, beginning to end. He was hired as an actor to pay the part he played, and does so to this day. (His support of Edward Snowden is, in poker terms, a “tell,” alerting us that Snowden too is fake.)

How do I know this? Again, he enjoys prominence, and has paid no price for his “crime,”

Daniel_Ellsberg_psychiatrist_filing_cabinetObserve the scene, August, 1971, when five CIA operatives broke in to the office of Lewis Fielding, Ellsberg’s psychiatrist. Set aside for the moment the strange notion of a man of such high intellect and position needing a shrink. That was probably an invention. The important thing was the break-in. It was sloppy, meant to be discovered, and its discovery got Ellsberg off the hook. As was intended from the beginning. Like a TV sitcom, it was the last-minute wrap-up that resolved all the problems.*

Of course, one question leads to another, one spook to another, and from here we discover that other men were playing the spy game at the same time, running around to motels, using primitive photocopy technology of the day, trying against time to get these very important papers released. Did Noam Chomsky and Howard Zinn believe in their cause? Were they duped? Were they, like Ellsberg, low-level operatives?

Good question.

Daniel Ellsberg, false leader.
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*For those unfamiliar with the history of that era, Ellsberg was on trial and facing life imprisonment for his “crime,” and the break-in resulted in his case being tossed out of court and his being set free.

**In January of 1971, Congress repealed the Gulf of Tonkin resolution, removing the legal underpinnings for the Vietnam War. From that day forward, Nixon would claim the war was being fought by legitimate presidential authority alone, negating any balance of power. Since so few people know about the repeal, it might be a safe bet to suggest that the purpose of the paper caper, which commenced in February of 1971,  was to distract from the illegality of the war, which would go in for four more years.