This post is written to accomplish three objectives.
I needed to satisfy myself that the actor known as “Eva Perón” was indeed one person, and not a composite. I went looking for twins and body doubles.
I needed to understand who the second “mother” was in the Ciccone family photographs. It took a second set of eyes, those of Richard once more, to solve that mystery.
I need to put this project to bed and get on with my life. Here’s hoping.
As to the use of names like “Eva Perón, “Silvio Ciccone,” “Madonna Fortin,” and of course, the singer known as “Madonna,” we have no idea who they are or what their real names are. I use those labels for convenience, nothing more. All the world’s a stage.
Below are photos of Paul McCartney (1959) who performed live with the Beatles in the 1960s, Mike McCartney (1957) who stepped in and out of “Paul’s” shoes, and eventually became the permanent Paul McCartney we know today.
I can easily tell them apart. Others, including facial recognition expert Joelle Steele, insist they are the same person. The reason, I suppose, is career-related. If she were to assert two Paul’s, she’d never be called upon to offer expert testimony again. I am not calling her a liar, but do know that evidence is often tainted by the need to make a living. But for most other people, recognition of two different people is hard because of the glassy-eyed manner in which they view the world, never really stopping to both think and examine evidence. It is what they are told it is. Continue reading “Eva Peron: The plot thickens”→
Back in the day, when Straight was still here, we bounced from one discovery to another. The zombie matter was of great interest. Rarely did a day go by that I did not get an email from him suggesting I look into this or that person. The man has great instincts. He tired of the work, wanting to live in a more positive sphere. I get that, and wish him well, always. For me, just as I loved to curl up with Sherlock Holmes as a kid, I love the work I do here and would not trade it for journalism in any form. This is honest and rewarding work.
There have not been too many new discoveries since Straight left, though I have moved far afield of facial analysis. But I do have my eye out. Thus it was that my wife suggested we visit La Recoleta Cemetery while in Buenos Aires with two crypts in mind: That of Liliana Crociati de Szaszak, a young woman killed in an avalanche in Switzerland (left), and Eva Perón, or Evita (right).
I knew very little about Evita other than that movie from 1995 and the Weber/Rice Broadway musical with its associated ear worms. I did not care for most of the movie but enjoyed the opening number in which Madonna sang Buenos Aires, train providing the percussion. The rest was not memorable for me, and anyway, what the hell was Che Guevara doing there? He seemed to be an anachronism. (He was put there for a reason, no doubt, but we can only guess.*)
Another alleged school shooting. Another police drill (“6 weeks ago”) according to MSM reporting. “Fire drill today” just before the alleged shooting according to MSM. How many “active shooter drills” do we need? How many coincide handsomely with mass- school-shooting stories in the MSM. Today’s number: 54 (9) – the date, and the school’s name (Stoneman Douglas) is a match. Fear!!! Order out of chaos. Create the problem; solve the problem. Repeat. More gun control legislation waiting in the wings. More Chertoff Group, LLC (founded 2009) security contracts — more active shooter drills. Repeat. Where it stops, nobody knows.
“I get all the news I need from the weather report.” (Paul Simon)
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”→
This post is a re-visit as I promised commenter Graemebird a while back. The subject in question is TV host Bill O’Reilly, and my contention is that he is a zombie, and once went by the name Bobby Fuller, whose only lasting hit was a song called “I fought the law.”
I have been reviewing past work concerning Brandon deWilde, who in my opinion faked his death in 1972 in order to become radio personality and author Thom Hartmann. Mr. deWilde was a somewhat familiar face to me. I probably saw episodes of Alfred Hitchcock, Wagon Train or Hawaii Five-O as a kid. deWilde was a familiar face for a few years on our TV screens. He did not stand out to me, but I do have a faded memory of that face.
Brandon deWilde was good friends (and is anyone surprised?), with Gram Parsons, whom we have outed here as also faking his death (“their death,” as Parsons was a set of twins). This is a red flag for deWilde, being buddies with another zombie. Also note this from Wikipedia, concerning his death in Lakewood, Colorado, just a few miles from where I live: