Vintage Psy-opera: Ray Chapman

(This post is conjecture born of extreme prejudice towards all forms of professional media, which forever has attempted to convince the public there is a distinction between their clearly labeled fictions and the non-fiction they take pains to present for our emotional benefit and critical understanding- What they give us is ALL fiction, even when using verifiable facts- But, if in the reader’s estimation that is a delusional position on my part, then consider this post satire, if that makes you feel better- I, like professional media, am not under oath)

I have to admit I laughed out loud when I realized what the punch line to this post was going to be: Ray Chapman, the star shortstop of the Cleveland Indians from 1912 to 1920, and arguably the greatest bunter in major league history, used his bunting skills on August 16, 1920, in collusion with New York Yankee pitcher Carl Mays, to fake his own death in front of thousands of fans at one of the most fabled sports venues in American history, the Polo Grounds in the Bronx, New York City- Officially, Ray Chapman is the only player in Major League Baseball history to be killed playing the game- Continue reading “Vintage Psy-opera: Ray Chapman” →

John Lennon family photos

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.

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I’ll Take “Long-Running Psyops” for $400

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“Would you buy life insurance from this man?” That was the question posed to me by Phil Solesky, an ad man who made a career out of figuring out how to separate people from their money by selling life insurance. He wrote me the following, and I found it interesting enough to pass it along. I paste it below without further comment: Continue reading “I’ll Take “Long-Running Psyops” for $400″ →

Dallas Goldbug got one thing right, anyway

Comedian Bill Hicks (real name unknown) was a psyop, both alive and after he faked his death. Alive he pretended to be a conspiracy theorist, tromping about the stage imitating the head wound to President Kennedy. The “psyop” part of that routine was a deep lingering suspicion that he got cancer at age 32 by some evil means, probably CIA injecting something in him. It was intimidating, and we could not voice our suspicion because we had no evidence.

They were messing with us.

Bill Hicks after his fake death became another psyop, this one promoted by a spook named Ed Chiarini and calling himself Dallas Goldbug. As we have found here, death and rebirth among famous people is not that uncommon, the “Zombie” phenomenon highlighted on the list to the right. So Goldbug got out in front of us and identified Alex Jones (real name unknown), the conspiracy broadcaster from Infowars, as the reincarnation of Bill Hicks. He is, as he knows, quite correct about that. That was intentional, and the only time Goldbug has ever been correct. It was bait.

Now comes the clever part – Goldbug went on to put out a list of loony and nonsensical rebirths, saying that JFK became Jimmy Carter, Jim Morrison became Rush Limbaugh, John Lennon became Steve Jobs, and many others. All of that is obviously nuts wrong, and meant to appear that way. Now when any of us step forward to identify Zombies, the first accusation we hear is that we got the information from Goldbug.

See how it works? It is called blackwashing. It is another way of hiding truth in plain sight. Goldbug created incredulity, and that allows Zombies to hide out behind him. That is why I say he is a spook. And  I wonder sometimes how we can ever manage to come out on top – that sort of psyop is just clever.

Anyway, just for giggles, below the fold is the transformation of Bill Hicks into Alex Jones, the one thing that Goldbug ever got right, but for the wrong reasons.

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Back many years ago I used to go to our local library looking for something new and interesting. I would go through the stacks looking for books that had many copies, thinking that popular meant good. I’m no literary critic, but in that manner, I discovered Robert Ludlum, and gobbled up everything he wrote. If not good, at least he was enjoyable. He had a sense of authenticity about him, and his characters, while formulaic, were not the typical American-good-everyone-else-bad type. Anyone could be a villain, duplicity was all about, and power was always hidden in the shadows.

Ludlum died having written perhaps half of his final book, and other authors took over. I could tell, reading that last book, exactly where he passed on. The writing voice changed, the characters became cardboard cutouts.

Robert Ludlum is now a trademark, and the books are written by a committee named “Robert van Lustbader.” I’ve not read another since.

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Pizzagate – nothing there. Move along, folks …

I was in the gym one day doing whatever, and had my headphones on. I was unknowingly singing along with a song so that anyone around me who had not similarly blocked out the room could hear me. A woman, who was under supervision of a trainer, tapped me on the shoulder and pretended to dance to my singing. We both laughed, and I told her the name of the song. She then said that given the terrible thing that had happened, glancing at the TV screen, it was nice to have some relief from the horrible world.

The event that troubled her was the Paris bombings. It was the first I heard of that event. I have seen the woman in the gym several times since, and have wanted to console her as I could have that day had I understood what was happening to her. I would have said “Oh, don’t worry about it. That event is fake. They do that just to make you feel scared and alone and depressed.”

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11/24/63: They fake killed the wrong Oswald

[It would help, before reading this, to review our work on the Lee Harvey Oswald twins.]

Imagine you are in a field, and that all about you are rabbits. If you try to catch one, it disappears into its hole. You can chase it, but will be lost in a maze of tunnels. Meanwhile he’ll resurface and peacefully graze as you try to find your way out.

This is the Kennedy assassination. It had to be one of the best-planned psyops of all time. It comes with fake deaths at every turn, false leads, golden apples, villains and saints and fake evidence … all contrived to keep us busy for decades. I am thankful for a certain man, Miles W. Mathis, who in 2007 or 2008 solved the riddle. It allowed the rest of us to get on with our lives.

Another man, our own Tyrone, in his paper JFKTV concentrates on TV coverage of the event, an essential part of the scam. He has said in conversations these past months that nobody died that day – not JFK, Oswald, Tippet, or later Jack Ruby. Given the volume and depth of his work, I am using that as a guidepost. It is one of the few things we can rely on. I operate on the assumption that everyone who participated in the hoax lived to tell about it – JFK, both Oswald’s, Officer Tippet, and Jack Ruby.

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Freddie Mercury became Dr. Phil McGraw: Case Closed

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.

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Dr. Phil Revisited

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.

tom-brady-matt-damonI 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!

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Vintage Psy-opera: Bonnie & Clyde

This is an examination of a national legend, one gang of a group of people who became known as “depression era gangsters”- I am looking at these mythical creatures through the media fakery prism- I cannot claim with absolute certainty that the following is true, but it rates high above the official story on the plausibility index, and that’s for me enough to offer this take-

These depression era gangsters were not individuals connected to the urban style mafias in the mid-west and east coast population centers, but the rural variety of gangster, the desperadoes that terrorized the small farm towns from Louisiana to Minnesota- Small banks, gas stations and grocery stores were their targets- And to cut to the punchline, these gangsters were completely owned and operated by the federal government, used to design and run a series of false flag operations to con the citizens of the sovereign states into accepting sweeping new powers by the US government in combating what we would today label as “domestic terrorists”-

This era lasted between 1931 and 1934 at which point within a few months of the “killing” of Bonnie and Clyde, the starting lineup of news headliners were quickly retired- Names like John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson and Ma Barker were all withdrawn in quick succession, leaving only a few gang members alive to tell the “true” stories of these better-off-dead monsters-

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