Stu Sutcliffe/Andy Warhol reviewed

IPart 1: The nature of the Beatles (reference The Beatles Never Existed (TBNE))

sutcliffe-2My assertion is that Stu Sutcliffe was an Intelligence asset who faked his death in 1961, and was reassigned the role of artist Andy Warhol. To understand this is useful to understand the context of both the Beatles, with whom Sutcliffe was supposedly the first bass player, and the art scene of that era, which was infiltrated by Intelligence to remove meaningful content from it.

We know now of at least five Beatles, that is, the “McCartney” twins, John, George and Ringo.  TBNE insists on more than one George and Ringo as well. We’ve not done any research here on the matter, but we have spotted two Paul’s and a few body doubles too. Since we have tied this to their photographs as children, we think the evidence strong. (Note: I do not assume with any of these people, the Beatles or Sutcliffe, that we know their real names.)

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Vintage Psyopera: The JFK hoax, a half century too soon

New writer Vexman is digging through some interesting stuff at his blog and since it has come up in the comments section of his first post here at POM, I though I’d post this excerpt from my Hitler research to add to the fun…

The spark that supposedly lit the fuse.

The victor’s history will tell you that the match that lit the fuse of World War One was the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir apparent to his father, Emperor Franz Joseph, the fossilized figurehead of the Austro-Hungarian empire. Like the JFK assassination near fifty years later, the target was riding through hostile territory with the rag top of his touring car down with largely absent security.

However, this particular iteration of assassination on wheels supposedly contained an actual cabal of conspirators, unlike the American versions with their ubiquitous lone nuts. The Black Hand, a dissident group of Serbs looking for independence from the empire, was the band of misfits that has taken the blame.

The official story is as ridiculous as can be. Though no laws of physics were apparently broken on the streets of Sarajevo in late June of 1914, unlike the magic bullets flying across Dealy Plaza in late November of 1963, credulity is strained to the breaking point when the series of mistakes in judgement and bald-faced coincidences that led to the Archduke’s alleged demise are tallied.

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Old Show Biz: Would you care for a Bloody, Mr. President?

A President’s Day reminiscence of two Actors-in-Chief that crossed paths with family…

Mr. President

“I come from a good family, I’m rich and I like my work, and so does the public, and the critics, and the Academy. I’m just a physical drunk. I like being drunk.”

“What did you say to that?” I said, really wanting a beer right then and there. Pop shrugged.

“I got it,” he said, reaching for the bill. “Let’s get coffee somewhere else.”

Pop went on about the time Van Heflin, movie star, confessed his love of the drunk. It was at the Ambassador hotel that a working luncheon was called for the rank and file union members across the Hollywood spectrum, from the stars to the little people; if you were a dues paying member of one of the locals, you were invited.

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Fauxtography inside the Matrix

The Tel Aviv Museum of “Art” has an interesting exhibit called “Fake?” It’s an exploration of various forms of fakery in art, from some of the most notorious Vermeer forgeries by Han van Meegeren to phony archaeological artifacts. I recently went to see the exhibit, and it was, to my surprise, an interesting and thought-provoking meditation on the question and definition of fakery in art.

One of the things that caught my eye was a deconstruction of a famous photograph of Theodor Herzl meeting Kaiser Willheim II on October 28, 1898 outside an agricultural school in Mikveh Israel in what was then Palestine. (Herzl, you’ll remember, is regarded as the father of the modern Zionist movement and makes an appearnce, along with some fishy photos and other red flags, in my paper pulling back the curtain on the Dreyfus Affair hoax.)

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No more twins!

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.

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Old Show Biz: Dennis Hopper

A little levity from the files of Old Hollywood courtesy of my old man… and this time you can believe every word of it.

But First…

Serenity Now*, the halfway house down the road from Olive View hospital in the Westwood district of LA housed twenty men, including Pop, who had just been released from the psych ward after a second attempt on his own life. The drop off the ladder would have snapped his neck but the cross beam was weaker than the force of his weight on the rope, so the game continued.  (* Fake name)

He had graduated from the bin a hero, having accidentally drawn a seeming catatonic out of her stalled awareness by sketching her portrait. Passing the time with pencils, charcoal and oil sticks, Pop zeroed in on this patient, a young woman, twenty if a day, the perfect model under the circumstances, who sat motionless for hours in her corner of the rec room, staring at the floor a foot beyond the hem of her hospital gown.

Her colorless skin and the darkened ridges around her eyes made soft pencils the obvious choice; there was no hue to play with, only the cut-outs of her features against the off white of her skin.

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POM and the MSM

Family duties of late has exposed me to television on a regular basis for the first time in  ages- The show I find most amusing is from NBC- Timeless is the title of the show and it’s a reimagining of the old 60’s lunacy, The  Time Tunnel, from ABC-

I will not belabor too much at the risk of the collective readership’s forehead crashing through the tabletop in a narcoleptic seizure but I do want to let TV-free readers know just how reliant TV is on conspiracy culture these days-

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Matt Damon impersonates Tom Brady on Kimmel Live

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.

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