Though we don’t dwell on it here, we realize that many people are preoccupied with political contests. I am no psychic, and have not understood until recently how it is going to shake out. But seeing now what will happen in twenty days makes it a little easier to understand what came before.

Bernie Sanders we have long understood to be a sheepdog. His job was to keep progressives interested in the political process. They allowed him to tail Hillary closely, even throwing the Michigan primary for him, before giving all his energy over to her.  Hillary was to be the Democratic nominee from the start.

Trump is a little more difficult to understand, as he is a terrible candidate, and would even lose in a real contest. He was put in place because Hillary is so undesirable, so un-electable, that the only way to make her ascension to the office seem natural was to run her against a candidate worse than her. That is why they chose Trump.

Hillary was selected to be on the Senate Watergate Committee at age 27 in 1973, having no qualifications, in fact having just flunked the DC bar exam. This is a sign of a rising star, to never be allowed to fail even when she fails. She was a chosen one, as was her future husband, Bill, whom she was sent to Arkansas to marry after leaving  the Watergate Committee.

Both she and Bill are most likely gay. It was a marriage of convenience from the start, and is to this day. Bill’s many affairs are both the stuff of legend, and misdirection. If they can keep the partisans asking the wrong questions, then the answers do not matter.

[Note: See footnotes dated 10/20/2016 and 10/25/16.]

When you ask how I’ve been here without you,
I like to say I’ve been fine, and I do.
But we both know the truth is hard to come by.
And if I told the truth, that’s not quite true.
(Some Days Are Diamonds, by Dick Feller, Performed by John Denver)

The National Transportation Safety Board on January 26 1999 held a public meeting regarding the 10/12/97 death of singer John Denver, real name Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. I called NTSB earlier this summer to get hold of a copy of that report, only to be told that they have no record of it. I did find it, eventually, in the Wayback Machine.

That’s odd, NTSB missing a report on one of the most high-profile plane crashes in recent memory. But it makes sense from another standpoint: If the death was faked, and if higher powers were involved, then people of integrity at NTSB might simply want to back away from it. They would not want their careers or character sullied by such an affair of deceit. So they allow the report to circulate, but do not claim ownership.

Here at this blog we do a lot of research of fake deaths, and on the surface, Denver’s had all the earmarks. He died at an appropriate age (53, 5+3 = 8, Spook marker*), and the circumstances of his death are completely hinky. He is said to have been struggling with the fuel tank switch in his Long EZ, a second-hand home-assembled model he bought and flew even as he could easily afford something new, something factory built. It doesn’t read well. Denver, a smart man and accomplished pilot with hundreds of hours of flight time, was not going to perish in an act of idiocy.

Other markers of fake death are present as well. Denver’s once-prolific output had dwindled, his more current offerings were just not very good. As with Elvis, Karen Carpenter, John Lennon and most recently Prince, faking death is a business decision that maximizes the monetary value of the body of work. Denver’s Greatest Hits, along with his cutting room debris, have all been repackaged and resold to the tune of millions of dollars, as with the others who fake their deaths.

I’ve been working on this issue for months now, off and on, and am convinced now that John Denver did not die that day. Too many things are wrong with the picture. And yet, I don’t think I will ever be able to prove beyond reasonable doubt that he didn’t. While the people who planned the charade were sloppy and while the whole day of his death seems a cheap and contrived detective novel, there is enough “evidence” to keep the myth alive. There is a fingerprint match, probably facilitated by Monterey Sheriff Norman G. Hicks, and the absence of two toes on the corpse, said to be a link to the real Denver, but probably contrived and circular. While I cannot disprove these two pieces of evidence, I will cast doubt.

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Note to Reader: This blog post has been put “under review” as we have had growing pains in developing the technology we use to identify twins, replicas and zombies. The eyes behind the technology are getting better, so as you read this piece note that if you are troubled by its conclusions that we will be looking at it in more depth and with better eyes. For the time being, it is speculation.

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This one might seem a little random, but it is very important because it exposes another department of Intelligence you might not think of: The Food Network.

I initially suspected Cass Elliott of the Mamas and Papas became Paula Deen on a really weird hunch. I was watching an interview of comedian Bill Burr talking about Paula Deen as a $100 million dollar whale shortly after her racism scandal. I found it curious she was worth so much.

After I sent the Elliott/Deen matchup over to Mark, he looked it over and concluded that they were not the same person. However, he realized that both Elliott and Deen were twins, something we are finding is all too common nowadays.

Continue reading “The Paula Deen Twins” →

Note to Reader: This blog post has been put “under review” as we have had growing pains in developing the technology we use to identify twins, replicas and zombies. The eyes behind the technology are getting better, so as you read this piece note that if you are troubled by its conclusions that we will be looking at it in more depth and with better eyes. For the time being, it is speculation.

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A while ago, while Mark was still on vacation, I took a look at photos of Sam Cooke and wondered which pundit he might have become. Of course he would be a zombie because he fit the basic criteria: Musical star, dead at 33 (Ca-Ching!), his death being sensational tabloid fodder but made no logical sense. He was also a business man and had secured an agreement with future Beatle handler Alan Klein to mint money for his efforts. Naturally, after Cooke’s death, Klein controlled the posthumous windfall. Where that money actually went is of no concern because these assets are wage slaves, I’ll wager, and they never expected royalties. They are, indeed, very well paid wage slaves, but these are basically pensioners, not investors.

Not even playing a hunch but just off the top of my head and expecting to have to go through a list of suspects, I started with Louis Farrakhan as the possible zombie. He was the right age and an opinion maker, to say the least. Not exactly one of the house Toms at FOX, but a paid pain in the ass for the Intel circus known as the Nation of Islam. He was also an accomplished musician. Well, since I’m no master of the split personality portrait, I threw it out to Mark, Straight and friends to run these two, Cooke and Farrakhan, to see if there was a chance.

Ding Ding Ding! Mark posted quickly that it was a match. This zombie, however, was further back in queue, so only now are we presenting.

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Mark has famously stated that he believes the odds of aligning 7 facial features on two random people is approximately 1 in 10 million. His math is very simple. He estimates that there is a 1 in 10 chance that one facial feature will align, thus multiplying 1/10 to the 7th power, you get 1 in 10 million.

I decided to put those numbers to the test. I went ahead and downloaded the 2d facial recognition set called “Aberdeen” that is found here.

It contains photos of 90 unique college students from Aberdeen sometime in the late 80’s or early 90’s. What I did was take one photo of a gentleman named Adrian (seen below) and match him up to each of the 58 other white males in the data set.

In planning this experiment I made 7 checkpoints on Adrian’s face where I would compare alignment by aligning the pupils and resizing the eyeballs to match in order to incorporate head size. If alignment was exact or very close, I marked that checkpoint with a “Yes” on a spreadsheet (which I will share upon request). The checkpoints were the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, the subnasale, the crista philtri (top of the lips), the labiale interious (bottom of the lip), the gnathion (chin) and the bottom ear lobe.

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(Here is a portion of an e-mail I sent to Miles Mathis in response to his recent Karen Carpenter paper)

 “I have this theory, sketched in very light pencil, that the powerful men of powerful families have had a breeding program underway for a very long time- (Strength in numbers, of course) The public figures that appear to steer pop culture are blood relations of the elites but illegitimate- And not accidental pregnancies but IVF donations implanted in female bastards of the same intermarried lines- This is what makes the Leo DiCaprios and Jack Nicholsons cousins and blood loyal even if born off the main power lines- In this fashion, the elite’s interests are protected by public figures they control as family members which allows these power brokers to remain hidden behind the curtain- Real power is never seen…”

I got a “maybe” from Miles in response, which is the best response this theory deserves at the moment given the dearth of hard evidence-

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