How easy it is to make people believe a lie, and how hard it is to undo that work again! (Mark Twain)
I cannot change history. I can’t do anything about anything except those things affecting me personally and the people I know. Like all of you, I do my best.
So let’s get down to something important, and I mean really important: Rihanna is twins! And I can put up very strong evidence.
We went off the tracks here with the twins business. We had discovered real twins in show business, knew of the ability of the industry to keep its secrets, and using some credible photographic analysis coupled with confirmation bias, projected too much.
So far I have examined four sets of twins, Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Robert De Niro and Jennifer Aniston. They’re all in the reccycle bin. While Straight still thinks that Beyoncé is a twin, I told him that if I cannot defend it, I cannot assert it. I don’t think she is a twin – it was just a publicity stunt involving alter ego Sasha Fierce that promoted the aberrant photos that led me off track. It was confirmation bias, writ large.
Beyond that, I am finding myself echoing the sentiments of a few commenters as I sweat out these matters … so what? So what about twins? They don’t matter. They are not interesting. They are just show business people.
I am going to get out of the twin-spotting business, to de-link the entire list with cautionary notes on each, and get on with my life with a hard lesson learned. There might indeed be a set or two of twins in there – some nuggets among the fool’s gold. Jared Leto comes to mind, having, like Elvis, both a music and acting career at once. If so, more power to him/them. The ones I left on the list – Rihanna, Drake, Joplin etc., I regard as defensible.
I was passively watching a rerun of Jimmy Kimmel on Tuesday while fiddling with something else, when he announced that New England quarterback Tom Brady was on. Right away I thought spoof, and as the door opened and a fully clad football player walked out, I instantly knew, even before the big reveal, that it was Matt Damon.
Continue reading “Matt Damon impersonates Tom Brady on Kimmel Live”
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?”
A short while back we put up a post called John Lennon Family Photos. Some interesting anomalies turned up. I will highlight three of the photos:
The man standing behind the two children is called the “boarder.” But more importantly, the girl has been pasted in. (Her whites are too white, arm lines too sharp.) That was done to hide something.
Again the same boy and girl, and the “boarder.” This time the man on the left is pasted in (his head is too big), and again, this is done to hide something.
We have found with some performers that their family backgrounds appear to be made up. Jim Morrison, for instance, appears to be pasted in to his family photos as a youth, this one for instance. And here are Janis Joplin and John Denver, obvious paste-ups. Neither belongs.
The question is why? In Joplin’s case, since she was a twin, it could be that she was given a new family to conceal that fact. With Morrison and Denver, perhaps such musical talent is rare in spook families, so they adopted them, or Langley placed them in foster homes for minding. Admiral Morrison would then be “Jim’s” case manager, as would be Lt. Col. Deutschendorf for Denver.
1/21/17 Addendum: In the comments below (thank you JM), we learn that Dr. Phil has a son who is a rocker, and who sings in falsetto voice. Dr. Phil has no idea where he got the talent. (See the video by scrolling down here.) It is typical flashy rock, heavily overproduced to mask the absence of any real talent.
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I’ve gotten criticism at Fakeologist at various times for the work we do here – I take the brunt of it since I do the most posting. They do not like my face chops, and yesterday a woman in their ongoing podcast said that she does not trust me.
My answer to all of that is “You’re wise.” I don’t expect to be trusted, especially given the nonsense and noise that the disinfo agent Dallas Goldbug has spread around. I want to be scrutinized, doubted, and I want to advance in photo analysis so that the techniques draw more confidence. I appreciate that Fakeologist has reprinted articles by all the authors here, and that I can usually go there when looking for some new material to satisfy my eternal quest not to be bored. I accept both their criticism and distrust as normal and wholesome.
Today is the final chapter in the Freddie Mercury/Dr. Phil McGraw Zombie case. I have done all of the photo analysis, but will close this piece with what I believe to be a clincher. Just as with Bill Hicks/Alex Jones it took an overlay of teeth to convince skeptics they were the same man, I think I can pull a similar feat with these two.
Continue reading “Freddie Mercury became Dr. Phil McGraw: Case Closed”
As I sit down to write, I do not know how this project will end.The match-up between Freddie Mercury and Dr. Phil in the original post was so dead-on, except for the ears. Now that I know that Freddie was twins/replicas, that problem is receding.
I say “twins/replicas” because we are in transition in outlook here. There is a large program in place wherein duplicate people are somehow manufactured. I hesitate to use the word “clone,” but there have been hints in the back-and-forth among the writers here of farms or factories where people of a certain mold are turned out. See, for example, Straight’s piece on Matt Damon lookalikes. It is shocking. Since he wrote that, at his suggestion, I ran Matt Damon against quarterback Tom Brady. Except for ear height, they match up almost perfectly!
As part of a housecleaning effort, I want to go back and revisit some of our “Zombies” that have caused controversy and doubt, or have kept me awake.
Frankly, Freddie Mercury is not one of them, but I have gotten enough negative feedback that I have decided to start from scratch and re-do the whole business. I do not know where this leads, and if his eventual match-up to Dr. Phil proves to be a reach, so be it. I will retract. (This post will be followed soon by “Dr. Phil Revisited.”)
So for now I will work only on Mercury, then Dr. Phil, and then a comparison of the two to see if the first post regarding these two was on, or off.
John Armstrong wrote the book Harvey and Lee, which I have read and Tyrone has referenced in his paper on the JFK assassination, JFKTV. It is more a manuscript in need of editing than a book, 983 pages, laying out his exhaustive research on the matter of two Oswald’s. One was “Harvey,” a man he believed to be a Hungarian emigrant to the US who could speak fluent Russian. The other was “Lee,” a New Orleans-born man of coarser roots, not as intellectually gifted.
Armstrong never voiced the suspicion they were twins. I never suspected as much either. I don’t know their origins, nor how much of their back story is planted mythology. I don’t know that one ever went to Russia, or lived in Minsk. There was indeed a KGB Intelligence agent named Marina Prusakova, a woman who by appearances seemed appointed to canoodle with a whole troupe of fake American expatriates. She married one of the two, it appears. But I know now that there was high-level cooperation between the US and the USSR during the Cold War (and now), and so have a hard time imagining that all of them, the two Oswald’s and Marina, were not employed by the same people.
Here to the left is a photo of Oswald, perhaps Armstrong’s most important discovery. The man we came to know as Lee Harvey Oswald was a composite, and so is his most recognizable photo. So well-planned was the JFK fake murder that the perpetrator, two intelligence agents, was blended before our eyes into one. That way when we saw a photo of either, recognition was triggered. The photo to the left is two men made into one by means of some professional “face chopping,” as Tyrone calls it.
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