Category: Zombies

Comparison, Astronaut Resnick and Professor Resnick

I remember a few years back when I was doing this kind of work, I would take two subjects and grab ten photos of each, preferably looking at the camera. I would then go to Photoshop with each of the 20 photos and straighten the heads so that the eyes were level. I would then go to Microsoft Paint and adjust the head size of each photo so that the eyes were set at one-inch apart. Then I would construct two files each containing all ten heads for one of the subjects, and then bring in one-half of the face from the other subject, and compare it two the ten in the file in front of me.

That might come off as humorous, but all I can say today is that it brings back memories of neck pain. I have stenosis, so that doing tedious work like this places a strain on my neck. But I persist, as it was only by this kind of tedium that, for instance, I was able to identify Buddy Holly as a set of twins, and then later ID these twins as having morphed into 1) musician Gram Parsons (Birds, Flying Burrito Brothers), and 2) to identify the separate twins has having become a) film and music mogul David Geffen, and b) movie mogul Jeffrey Katzenberg. (See this post.)

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Challenger disaster revisited

I have to wonder, when deeply buried secrets are uncovered, how they got uncovered. Clues Forum years ago revealed that six of the seven Challenger astronauts who supposedly died on January 28, 1986 were still alive and well. I will repeat in this post the facial work I did before, but first want to wonder aloud … how on earth was this discovery made? Who would think to ask? Who would know to do the research, to run down the participants, and expose them to the (cognitive) world?

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Anderson Cooper: Two men and a funeral

The work below this opening paragraph is from 2016, and I have edited it to remove some outside references that seemed appropriate at the time but do not now. The short shrift of it is that socialite Gloria Vanderbilt was said to have had two sons, last names taken from their father, Wyatt Cooper. They were Anderson, and Carter. The latter was said to have jumped off the balcony of their 14th floor Manhattan apartment in 1988, leaving but one.

I was listening to an interview with Anderson the other day, and I don’t know with whom. He’s a very smooth man, a good interview, but I was taken aback when asked about the Mom, Gloria. He was blunt to a fault about her, talking about her boyfriends as she aged, one having perfected the skill of cunnilingus. That was gross, as anyone can imagine the man performing the act as raising his head and being covered in cobwebs. Gloria (2024-2019) was the son of Reginald Claypoole Vanderbilt (1880-1925), whose primary occupation was listed as “equestrian”. These people, including the two sons, were indeed to the manor born.

I am convinced that there are, to this day, two Anderson Coopers, one of whom I call “serious”. the other “Fredo”. I’ll explain all of that below. Just know that if you are watching Jeopardy on TV, and they are having their annual journalists contest, and if there is a Cooper there, it is Fredo.

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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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Jimi Hendrix/Cornel West revisited

Someone linked to this post that I wrote in 2016 this week, and I reread it. I liked what I wrote eight years ago, and stand by it. I think that musician Jimi Hendrix faked his death in 1970 at age 27, and later down the road reappeared as philosopher, theologian, political activist, politician, social critic, and public intellectual Cornell West.  He has made frequent appearances on Real Time with Bill Maher, appropriate, as Maher was once known as Welsh musician Pete Ham, who faked his death in 1975. You decide. I left the comments intact underneath, 59 of them, all useful.

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See Addendum below on dental comparisons.

for-openingOne of the “zombies” we discovered some time ago was Jimi Hendrix/Cornell West. This particular assertion has created doubt, even within our group of writers here. At least part of that doubt comes from rookie caliber work – I was new at this and easily satisfied once it was established in my head that I had found a match. Consequently, others did not see what I saw, and naturally thought I had reached. I’ve got a lot more experience now, and can maybe do a better job here.

I have redone the Hendrix/West match not with the idea that I needed to prove I was right, but from scratch and letting the photos talk to me. They either convey a match or they do not.

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The Mighty Wurlitzer, Again

I wrote using the title above before, and then became engrossed in other pursuits, mostly having to do with cutting up logs, hauling them up a hill behind our house, splitting the logs and then stacking them. It takes hours and offers so little payback! All that results is a stack of wood for the winter and a savings of perhaps $300, but then, I could pay that $300 and then have the wood dumped in our driveway. I would still have to haul it and stack it.

Why bother do it myself? I have a sense that the amount of work involved is making my sore aching body somehow better.

Enough of that. I want to recount four experiences I have had on this blog with my face splitting experiments. Many years back I learned that human beings develop in many ways, some permanent. One of those permanent ways is the shape of our skulls, which are finalized in our late teens or early twenties.  It does not change thereafter. ( I can recall one person whose head was deformed by ALS so that photo comparisons of him, young and old, could not be done: Stephen Hawking.)

I thought that if I could develop a means by which I could compare faces of supposedly different (or dead) people, or people at different ages, I could uncover a mystery or two. Just as an example, another blogger used humor, splitting my face and placing it next to that of John Candy, claiming we were the same person, by my technique, anyway. 

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Martin Luther King … hidden in plain sight

It’s not every day this happens, but when it does, my heart soars like a hawk. I am going to reprint some comments from You Can Call Me Ray. Since we are leaving on a trip Monday morning, I don’t have time to flesh this out, study the timelines, do multiple face chops. But I am confident that with the face chop above and all of the circumstantial evidence supplied by Ray, that we can make a strong case that Martin Luther King, Jr., who readers of this blog know did not die April 4, 1968, simply became someone else.  Hopefully Ray will be around to flesh it out in the comments. I could wait until our return later in September, but truth is, I can’t wait to publish this. I am waiting on Ray’s permission to proceed. (By the way, face chops like the one above are hard to come by – you’d be surprised how rare it is to find the subjects looking directly at the camera, which is why I elected to use the one of Don King with a cigar in his mouth.)

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Bruce Lee became Judge Lance Ito of OJ fame

We used to search for what we called “zombies,” or famous people who faked their death. What becomes of them after? My favorite of all time was Evita, or Eva Perón, who retired to the northern US and became Madonna Fortin. She raised a family, one of whom was the lightly talented Madonna,  who then played her own mother in the 1996 film Evita. It took a commenter to spot that for me, Richard Juckes, as I had only discovered that Evita faked her 1952 death. Then it got exciting.

Another of our discoveries came from a guy I called “Straight,” whose name was Eric, who had an eye for this sort of thing. Since Miles Mathis has now run two pieces on the fake death of movie icon Bruce Lee (1940-????), I thought I would resurrect this piece, which takes it all in a different direction. I offer no criticism of the Mathis pieces, as each has worth and goes in different directions than my work. It is the kind of stuff that I do and no one else, and is lightly regarded, but I trust it. It has to do with facial recognition patterns, and the uniqueness of facial plates. It is rare that two people line up precisely after adjusting faces for the distance between eyes. When they do, it speaks.

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Resolution for 2023: Decolonize, de-imperialize, and restore sovereignty

As a child of the 1950s and ‘60s I cannot help but see flashes of Vietnam in Empire’s latest – hopefully its final – military expedition(s).  Social media platforms and television propaganda maintain a persistent numbness.  Institutional and individual indifference breeds a hunger for bread and circuses, football, Disneyland, talk shows and star-spangled “influencers,” who excrete toxic slime from every crack and crevice.  The system now occupies every square inch of terrain.  Bureaucrats, bored out of their minds, nevertheless read the latest memo from Washington directing street operations programmed to steer the “hive mind” hither and yon, round and round, to a place called nowhere. 

It’s hard aimless work averting eyeballs — already robbed of their gaze — day in, day out, away from the wretched, inhumane global slave quarters and killing zones where pillage of the last untrammeled forests, grasslands, and scenic vistas produce commodities and emerging, synthetic  “Green” markets needed to keep the insatiable machines, financial schemes and meaningless political simulations from totally melting down.  Down this road is one logical end: suicide. 

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Colonizing Montana Wilderness in 2022

The following is an op ed piece submitted to Montana’s print media with the hope of reaching some people who have been duped by the dupers. Whenever you hear about a western congressman or senator talking about “wilderness protection,” there is always more to the story, and more seizing native forest land for commerce than there is wilderness protection. My argument follows:

Technology and machines encroach into rural homes, schools and businesses, changing the private and public values that have long defined quality of life in Montana. Fragments of virgin forest fall to man’s replacement: expensive, more powerful machines.

Local, year-round residents in towns like Seeley Lake and Lincoln have always struggled to make ends meet. Local businesses always worked hard just to keep their heads above water. Life in Montana has always been a struggle to survive; it makes us smile.

Lately, political operatives with fancy titles and university degrees in political science and social engineering are now trying to sell Montanans a fable that these isolated communities were once thriving mining and logging towns.  According to Webster’s, to thrive is “to grow vigorously, flourish or to gain in wealth or possessions: prosper.”  My question to these (self-appointed) superior intellectuals: Is that so? 

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