Every once in a while I try to explain critical elements of global debt-slavery. It’s not a popular topic, I suppose, because we all — excluding the ruling elite — live the same lie. Democracy. Freedom. Justice. Equality. You get the picture. All giant lies. The following comment over at Moon of Alabama this morning may help bring reality into greater focus for some who either deny, or cannot, for one reason or another, bring themselves to accept what simply is. Thank you “donkeytale.” Enjoy! Continue reading “Smell the Coffee.”
Category: Public hoaxes
An answer for JJ
I have repeatedly gotten the following comment from JJ on an old post called “We know that Sharon Tate did not die that night, but was she even pregnant?”
The “rose” is actually part of the string of Christmas lights that Candice Bergen left strewn about the fence before moving out with Terry Melcher.
I have not let the comment through. If I do, JJ becomes a regular, and I don’t want that. This person seems to be dealing on an intimate level with the Tate Massacre. Such people litter the landscape, and are either clueless or are deliberately casting about seeds of doubt on honest research. In either case, I don’t want him/her coming around. So I am answering here, as the odds are that the email address given with the comment is bogus.
An interesting journey fueled by our commenters
I just got done with an interesting journey this morning and yesterday, fueled by commenters on the post below. I’ll go through the links one by one, and urge you to follow my path for your own entertainment. Otherwise, I will summarize.
440 vs 435: Tyrone took us to this link. His comment was in part
“Separating emotion from critical function is the mandate of all pop culture, corporate division. “
That’s an important insight. I have long avoided advertising in all forms for that very reason, that the object of advertising is to distract us with one message while subtly inserting another. Of course, most often that “other” message is simply “buy this product.” The larger point is, however, that advertising is never straightforward. As one young ad executive told me once in a candid moment, the purpose of advertising is to get us to change our behavior. TV has long been the best medium for dispensing this message and altering our behaviors, as we are in a mild hypnotic state while watching.
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Wolfgang Amadeus McCartney
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
I’ve been running these lyrics through my head lately, as something about them does not fit. The song Yesterday was supposedly written by Paul McCartney in 1964 when he would have been age 20 or 22, depending on which Paul McCartney we are talking about – the original Beatle who performed the song, born 6/18/1942, or the twin brother given a spooky birth date of 1/7/44.
Outing Brian Staveley
I have one household chore that generally takes well over an hour, and so like to have background noise. This morning I listened to Brian Staveley in a 9/11 video hosted by AB and Fakeologist.
I am not a good liar, and in fact decided years ago that it is better in almost all cases (except when feelings are needlessly hurt) to be honest. Consequently, I have never studied the art of lying. My first wife was a highly skilled liar, part of the reason she was able to charm me into being her mate. I still marvel at how she can tell detailed lies with seeming innocence and absolute conviction. That is what it takes to be a good liar.
Meet the Feigl’s
These photos have been making the rounds today – two players in the baseball minor leagues who look exactly alike and who each have red beards, and who each chose identical eye wear, and who each have the same name, Brady Feigl.
Afterthought: John Halliday outed as Paul, updated
I am using the original blog post posted in June of 2016 in order to bring it forward with all of the comments below intact. But I want to make some additions, and do some speculation. The first post was very short.
From this point forward I refer to the original Paul McCartney as Paul, and his replacement as Faul. I do not know their real names, so that will have to do.
First, I want to go back to the original photo that started me on the McCartney twins hunt. I call it the “Boat Photo.”
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St. John’s warts
Note to readers: This post was originally published in January of 2017. Now that John McCain has, we are told, died, I think it highly inappropriate to run it again. Ergo, I am running it again, testing the patience of the overseers.
Readers here know that presidents are selected long in advance of being elected. There must exist a pool of people being groomed at any given time. But not all make it – circumstances, maybe personality traits interfere. Hillary Clinton seemed destined for that office – something interfered. We do not know what. John McCain never made the cut, and was given up as Barack Obama’s foil in 2008, his last chance that never was a chance.
Looking back over his youth, I can see why he was at one time considered to have presidential timbre – handsome and attractive to women, photogenic, of the peerage, personable, even charming. I do not know what disqualified him – his legendary temper? Maybe just bad timing. For whatever reason, John McCain was chosen, but not selected.
The article below is unaltered. I cringe at some of the photo work, but take ownership anyway. I stand by my original conclusion: John McCain was never a POW, and never went anywhere near harm’s way. He was, after all, peerage, and the son of an Admiral.
Below the fold is the original piece. Comments are left intact.
A recycled vicsim?
A Facebook friend put up the following post:
First, the photos all look stylized, as if she is modeling differing types of makeup. They have an unnatural quality, too professional to be selfies, and yet … not good enough to really be professional.
Second, the glasses, the eyebrows, the shape of the face … I spent quite a bit of time comparing faces after the Orlando Pulse Nightclub shooting, and while it was not well-received, I convinced myself that the same people with reverse angles and a bit of makeup and a wig or two were used as different victims. “Alex Beltran” resembled a couple of people in the montage below: Continue reading “A recycled vicsim?”
What is up with 8, 11 and 33?
Find the next two numbers in this series:
1,2,2,4,8,11,33
The answer, as shown here, is 37 and 148. This has no significance in regard to this post, but I thought it kind of funny that the three numbers I will be discussing, 8,11 and 33, just happened to pop up. That is a coincidence.
I was listening to Ab over at Fakeologist some time ago, one of his call-in podcasts, and in it he said something to the effect that he does not pay much attention to numerology. I tend to agree with him, but only to a degree. I do not think there is any particular significance to any number any more than there is to any one hair on my head. Numbers serve a useful purpose. They help us quantify and measure things.
I know that some numbers have unusual properties, 9 for example – any time two numbers are transposed, 18 for 81 for example, the difference is divisible by nine. There is a such a thing called the “rule of 72”: Divide the rate of return on an investment into 72 and the answer is how many years it will take to double. It works. A 6% return doubles in 12 years, and a 12% return doubles in 6 years.
That is just fun and games, however, and has no cosmic significance. There is, however, something going on with numbers and public hoaxes and fake events. There may be superstition beneath it – if so, I do not care. Numbers still mean nothing. Superstitious people often have odd beliefs.
I am going to go through some numbers here, taken right out of real events, just to demonstrate the importance of what I once heard a man named Michael Parenti say: “Just because we don’t know what they are doing does not mean that they don’t know what they are doing.”
Piece of Mindful 