Maury Povich: Another Zombie

On July 25, 1969, Manson family members Bobby Beausoleil, Susan Atkins, and Mary Brunner paid Gary [Hinman] a visit. Manson was under the impression that Hinman had money in stocks and bonds, and that Gary had owned his house and cars. He sent the group to Hinman’s house to convince Gary to join the family, which included turning over his assets. According to Beausoleil, the group visited Hinman because Gary had sold him some bad mescaline and Bobby wanted his money back. Whatever the motive was, the conflict lasted 3 days. During which, Charles Manson and Bruce Davis stopped by. As soon as he arrived, Manson raised a sword and quickly struck Hinman in the head, slicing Gary’s left ear and face. Hinman asked Manson why they were doing this and requested him to take the others and leave. Manson and Davis immediately left in one of Hinman’s cars while the others stayed behind. Mary and Susan stitched up his ear with dental floss while Gary, who didn’t believe in violence, just kept on asking them to leave. It all ended on the 27th when Beausoleil finally killed Hinman, stabbing him in the chest twice. Bobby, Susan, and Mary took turns holding a pillow over his face. Beausoleil then wrote “POLITICAL PIGGY” and drew a pawn print on the wall in Hinman’s blood in an attempt to make authorities think the Black Panthers committed the murder. Gary died on the floor with his prayer beads in hand, chanting “Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo”, the chant of his faith. (CieloDrive.com)

That’s not even good fiction. The writers’ object was to create a sword-wielding monster of incalculable evil who strikes out randomly at innocent people, and a murderer who stabs with a knife while his lady friends hold a pillow over the man … Hinman a man of peace and love and chanting a Buddhist prayer. There’s also a biblical reference with the ear cut off.  Oversell … much?

The Charles Manson character was an creation of Intelligence, in real life a harmless puppy hired to play a role. He only sold it with the help of a compliant news media that dutifully transmitted the caricature of a wild-eyed sword-wielding monster as “news.” Because it was news, because it was on TV, it was guaranteed that a gullible American public would swallow whole. I was part of that public.

Manson could only be seen, but not heard. If the public got to know him too well, they would easily see through him. He was an actor, and a musician, and a loser. His name was not “Manson,” his persona was an invention, his “family” mere hired hands who moved on to new assignments when the Manson gig was over.

By the way, Gary Hinman did not die that day, or any other day. In going through the names and faces of the Laurel Canyon zombies (walking dead), the name “Maury Povich” had been thrown out as a possibly as one of the re-purposed personas. I had heard of him, and one night while going through photos, I saw Povich, and knew I had seen him before. This was an easy one, as was Brandon DeWilde/Thom Hartmann and Bobby Fuller/Bill O’Reilly, as each man had struck the same pose, then and now, making a side-by-side comparison easy.

HinmanThere is, to my knowledge, only one photo of Gary Hinman in existence, but it is a good one. All too often when doing facial comparisons, I find different poses among candidates, so that comparisons are fraught with difficulties. But something else sometimes occurs – people tend to strike the same poses for cameras throughout their lives. In my own case, I had a photo from 1982 or so, and another from 2014, and I marveled at how my expression was identical in the two. (Check it out here.) So too with Hartmann, Bill O’Reilly, Barbara Walters, Christa McAuliffe, Matt Stone and Trey Parker and Sharon Tate and all of the other phonies we have exposed here. They tend to pose for the camera in the same manner then, and now.

PovichSo too with Hinman, now known as Maury Povich. I didn’t even have to earn my pay on this one. Same angle, same crooked smile, same droopy and dark eyes. Also notice the line from his left ear to his chin, identical on both.

If you, like me, don’t know much about Maury Povich or his work, he has been all over daytime TV these past decades, from A Current Affair to The Maury Povich Show to Weekends with Maury and Connie. “Connie” is Connie Chung, his wife, who went public with her struggles to get pregnant, with Maury at the wheel. Talk about public lives! (They finally adopted.)

Before I forget, here is the comparison that convinced me the Gary lives:

MH and I discussed this, after it was becoming apparent what was going on with the Laurel Canyon zombies. Bobby Fuller/Bill O’Reilly became a FOX News pundit, and agitates the right wing crowd (including my late mom and dad) from that platform. Brandon DeWilde/Thom Hartmann took a radio slot to work with the liberals among us, his primary thrust to keep them in the Democratic Party. He works closely with Bernie Sanders. Phil Hartman/Glenn Beck, known to emote and shed tears on TV as a good actor can do, also works the right wing. Bill Hicks/Alex Jones works the conspiracy buffs, the ones who need misguidance. Pamela Courson/Barbara Walters worked the female daytime TV set, filling their heads with nonsense about party squabbles and fake issues. We have learned to look among the lightweights of journalism for our zombies.

Where does Maury fit in? He has had a platform on daytime TV at his disposal. Daytime TV is a low information mecca. What we have learned is that these actors, these CIA plants, are there to cajole and entertain those who think less and need mere distraction. It’s a full time job to keep people in that low information state, and yet have them imagine they know stuff.

There are others, more serious citizens and academics, who often read and think harder and look a little deeper than the O’Reilly/Walters/Hartmann/Povich set. In a full spectrum thought control environment, CIA is there too, providing the analysts, experts … the Chomsky’s, the Krugman’s, Drudge’s and yes, even Moyers and Sagan’s and Hawking’s** … no matter where we turn, spooks are there to greet us. It appears that the lower-level spooks who worked Laurel Canyon in the 60s were reassigned to mind the mindless TV masses. It’s low-level work, but pays well.

But it goes much deeper. Maury Povich moved to the Flathead Valley in Montana, Kalispell the nearest city. It is a beautiful area, mostly a vacation mecca but swarming as well with California immigrants. It could be just a place for Hinman/Povich to live out his days, but in 2007 he founded the Flathead Beacon, a local newspaper. It is disturbing to realize how deep down into the bowels of society CIA control of news goes, even to a lowly rag in a backwater area of Montana. Nothing is exempt.

William Colby, former head of the CIA, was quoted by Dave McGowan as saying that “The CIA owns everyone of significance in the major media.” Since that statement has been formally “debunked,”there is a good chance it is accurate. I never knew  what the word “owns” meant. I assumed it was some sort of contractual arrangement where someone like Anderson Cooper, a known CIA mole*, is told what to cover and what to emphasize. I never realized, as with O’Reilly, Hartmann, Beck, Walters, Jones, and as we will cover in the near future, Tom Brokaw, that CIA doesn’t just “own” these people. It gives them their name, personality, bio, platform, and marching orders. They are not just working for intelligence, they are its creations.

It is one thing to know that news lies to us all day every day. It is another to realize that the liars are not even real people. They are zombies.

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*If he is known, is he really a mole? It is public knowledge that Cooper, son of Gloria Vanderbilt, underwent CIA training while attending Yale. I would simply call him a CIA “employee.”
** Stephen Hawking, a fake, the real man long since dead, is a product of British Intelligence, but the overlap among intelligence agencies world wide is so encompassing that I regard them all as the same agency.

Ramblings: McVeigh, Vidal, Will Smith

I was messing this morning with two images, one of Timothy McVeigh and the other of Paul Wysopal, the FBI agent in charge of “investigating” (read “covering up”) the fake Orlando event. The likenesses between the two are striking. This does show the value of running facial comparisons side-by-side, as there are fatal differences between the two.

McVeigh 5In other photos, as in the one to the left, taken before McVeigh’s fake execution, he has a small Cupid’s Bowed upper lip, just as does Wysopal. However, the skull size on the two men is different, and without running the faces side-by-side, it is easy to see that Wysopal’s ears are at least an inch higher than McVeigh’s. Too bad, as Wysopal is appropriately advanced in age to be McVeigh. But no cigar.

Wysopal McVeigh Composite

The comparison was so intriguing, and yet showed that we merely have two different men, each involved in a large public haox, who only strongly resemble one another. Given the spooks’ affection for twins, however (see McCartney, Oprah, Elvis), I suppose anything is possible.

VidalEverything I have learned this past year or more about public mythology and fake deaths has helped me realize that another man was a fake, an intelligence asset. Gore Vidal was allowed to interview Timothy McVeigh prior to the staged execution, and reported back to us in Vanity Fair, it too now exposed as a spook operation. Vidal likened McVeigh to the character Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello, defiant to the end. And now we know why. There was no real end.

Vidal, by the way, assisted in a long-term intelligence goal, that of feminizing men, normalizing homosexuality, and blurring gender roles. His book Myra Breckenridge was groundbreaking in the push towards acceptance of transsexual identities, if such a thing even exists beyond power of suggestion. His staged confrontation with William F. Buckley in 1968 during ABC’s coverage of the Democratic Convention  (“…you queer, stop calling me a crypto-Nazi or I’ll sock you in your goddam face …”) was probably the first time that a gay man was outed on national television. Buckley, we know, was an intelligence asset, having served in Mexico City during the Kennedy psy-op. Now it makes sense that the two of them were side by side, two asses, excuse, me, assets.

This is an aside, but positioning of ears on comparative faces is usually part of the match-up. But different ear positions is not a fatal blow in a comparison. Here’s an example of why not:

smith smith composite

This is actor Will Smith – there is no doubt that we are looking at the same man in both images. But look at the ear height! Smith has been surgically enhanced, his ears lowered. And honestly, it’s a good move, as it makes him look more like a leading man.

These folks who are used in Hollywood movies undergo untold indignities. As one guy said about the Academy Awards, if a bomb exploded during the ceremony, we’d not be able to identify one corpse by dental records, as none of them have their original teeth. But then, my own teeth have been worked over too, as I was never happy with the set given me by my parents. So who am I to talk?

Mark Staycer fakes being fake John Lennon

John Lennon liked to fuck with us. He was not a liberal or a peacenik, he was not wicked smart or deep. But he did have a crafty sense of theater about him. He knew how cool we thought he was, and handled that aspect of his public personality very well. He never let on who or what he really was.

The movie Let Him Be, which I have here, is a typical Lennon tease. The premise of the movie is that a young Lennon fan (who looks enough like Lennon to be his son) stumbles on a discarded recording showing an older John Lennon alive. He then searches for Lennon in an area north of Toronto where the tape was discovered. He finds a man who looks and sounds like Lennon, but is in the end disappointed. His girlfriend discovers that the Lennon-lookalike does not have bullet wound scars in his back. Therefore, not Lennon.

That’s a nice tease, as it plays with the idea that Lennon was really shot. But what if he wasn’t? I am so inured now the fake death that I imagine he had left New York that day, and viewed news coverage of his death from a safe hiding place and cracked jokes about it.  They can fake death on TV very easily, as people imagine that everything they see on the news is true.

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Mark Staycer

Typical of Lennon, Let Him Be is a switch inside a switch. We are led to believe that a man named Mark Staycer, a Lennon impersonator, is the star of the movie, and that they have fitted him with a face mask to look like him. But deep down, we are to suspect Mark Staycer is John Lennon dressed down so as NOT to look like Lennon.

As I said, Lennon does like to fuck with us. Mark Staycer is not Lennon. He’s misdirection. But there is in the movie a man who look and sounds an awful lot like John Lennon. His name in the movie is Noel Snow, but he is really John Lennon. Yes, Lennon too faked his death. (And no, he was not on the Space Shuttle Challenger that day either.)

But it was difficult to get a straight on shot of Lennon in the movie, as they went to great lengths to camouflage him. There’s nothing useful on the Internet. So I went to the movie, and took a picture of our TV screen as Lennon was singing, behind a large microphone of course. See below the fold for the results.

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The math of facial alignment

There’s an assumption that what I am doing, because it is putting out results that contradict commonly held assumptions, must somehow be bogus. This is because with most people, belief trumps evidence.When evidence contradicts belief, it is ignored.

It is said there are four types of people (actually three, but I added a fourth):

  • Those who understand without seeing.
  • Those who see and understand.
  • Those who see and do not understand.
  • Those who see and refuse to understand.

I clearly fall under the second heading. Left to my own devices, I have occasionally stumbled on new knowledge, and then gradually come to understand it. But for the most part, I have to be shown something before I come to understand it.

Unfortunately, the majority of people fall under the last two categories, either being unable to grasp, or stubborn in indoctrinated beliefs to the point of being hard-boiled and determined to be wrong, and remain wrong. I cannot change that, nor will I let it hinder me in any way in my explorations.

Tokarski Tokarski

The above photo is a rerun. It is me. Another blogger thought he could unseat my work by clumsily showing that I am actually John Candy, a nice joke, but one that allowed me to prove my point as well, that my technology is solid.

I want to introduce some math into the technique, and it will be brief, so bear with me. Let’s say there are seven facial features that define a face:

  • Pupil distance
  • Shape of head
  • Ear Height
  • Nose
  • Distance from base of nostrils to mouth
  • Mouth
  • Chin

Obviously there are others, but that is enough to make the point. (Ear height and shape of nose and chin can be altered by plastic surgery. The rest cannot.)

I use pupil distance as a starting point, and then lay one-half of a face in one photo next to a face in another. I do not monkey with that distance. It is a constant.

That done, what are the odds, that the other features will line up as well? Look at my photo above. It is  a perfect match in all regards. Let’s just posit for sake of illustration that the odds of each of these seven features all lining up at once are one in ten. The odds of all seven lining up at once are …

(1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) X (1/10) …

or one in ten raised to the 7th power, or one in ten million. Ten is an arbitrary number. I could have as easily used twenty or fifty or one hundred to describe all the possibilities with the human face.

The point is that when we get alignment as I did with my own face at age 30 and age 64, there is an extremely high likelihood, almost a certainty, that we are looking at the same person. Further, failure to achieve these alignments means we are looking at two different people. Each conclusion is useful.

Baba Wawa was wepwaced?

[Note 10/5/2016:] The replacement of Barbara Walters with Pamela Courson, done after Walters’ retirement and during the 1990s, might qualify as a “Mandela Effect” type event, but not a psychiatric hallucination. People who think they know Walters know the replacement, who has completely replaced the original in their minds. Pictures of the original woman, 87 if still alive, are contained within this post. Pamela Courson is currently 69 years old.]

This has been fraught with difficulty. Take a look at the photo below. It is said to be Barbara Walters with Muammar Gaddafi.

Toss me

Indeed, that is the person we have come to know as Walters, but it is not the person who sat in that chair in 1989 with Gaddafi. The photo is from an ABC website highlighting her career. I cannot say with absolute certainty, but I think the head of the replacement Walters has been placed on the old body. While everything else in the photo is sharply defined, including her neck and sternum, her face is smooth, as if filtered. In 1989, she was 60 years old. Perhaps they merely airbrushed the photo to make her look younger, but I am more suspicious that the ABC tribute site to Walters was worked over so that the photos would agree with the present-day replacement, shown in the inset, Pamela Courson [who fake-died in 1974.]

Here are two photos that I know to be the original Walters. Further, as you can see below, I am quite certain that Pamela became Walters.

Courson Walters

 

Fat JimPamela Courson, in case you don’t know, was Jim Morrison’s beard. She was hired to appear with him in public as his girlfriend. Later, when he was removed from view and sent to Paris, she also appeared in public with Morrison’s body double, the man seen to the right here. That is part of the job of a beard – to ease transitions. (Jane Asher was used in this manner, appearing in public with both McCartney twins.)

So here is the new Barbara Walters alongside the old:

Walters Walters 4

It is a close resemblance. I can see why they chose Courson. But it is not the same person.

When did the switch happen? I thought that part would be very difficult, but it was not. The switch happened shortly before 1997. The screen grab below is from Walters’ Wiki page. You can see that along about 1997 she started getting awards like crazy.

Walters Awards

The original Barbara Walters was nominated for two awards throughout her entire career. Pamela Courson-Walters was nominated 23 times since 1997. That is how it works – spooks like to promote spooks. Journalism awards, like journalism itself in this country, are fake.

The real Barbara Walters is 83 if still alive. Her replacement, Pamela, is now 69, and retired, a fake life well lived. It has been 42 years since her fake death.

Walters NBCOne final note: The photo to the left caught my eye. It is said to be of Walters when she worked for NBC during the period 1961 to 1974. But it is Pamela. The microphone is a prop. This photo got me thinking that Courson might have transitioned right into Walters as early as 1976. Generally fake deaths are followed by a period of absence of maybe a decade or so. (Heath Ledger should be re-emerging in the next couple of years.) However, the Barbara Walters who worked for ABC in the 70s was the original. It is safe to say the switch was in the mid-90s, prior to all of her fake awards.

This happens every day, I know …

On my way to the hardware store two days ago I came upon two tortoises on the road, big ones, maybe thirty pounds each. I stopped, so did another man named Mark, and we kept them off the road while trying to figure out what to do.

This is unusual but not made up or a joke. I finally decided to put them in the bed of my truck and keep them till we found their owner. Otherwise they would perish or get run over.

There was some commotion of cars going by and routine turtle jokes. (Mine: “Someone left a gate open and they bolted.”) A woman high on her deck on a nearby hill yelled down “What’s going on?” I yelled back “turtles in the road!” She screamed and came running down and scolded her tortoises for escaping her yard. She keeps them to trim her grass.

I gave them a ride home. Her name is Peggy, and the slow-moving escapees were Pete and Don.

OK, I made that part up about the names. The rest is true.

Which reminds me of another joke, probably too subtle: What do you do when threatened by a turtle? (Walk away.)

Oops … too late!

It is amazing … I don’t listen to or watch any news, don’t take a newspaper, and yet by 7AM I knew of the latest fake* event in Dallas.

On my way to the gym, a radio sportscaster solemnly lamented that his job shrinks in importance to that of the real fake news people who report these fake events so faithfully.

Then I got on a treadmill and the on-board TV (before I could turn it off) showed cops hiding behind cars, moving from place to place, the usual fake event nonsense. (If cops have to hide behind cars, why is the guy holding the camera not hiding too?)

So folks, please, until you are given incontrovertible evidence, assume Dallas** is fake.
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This just in … the event has been reported on television news. I am too late. People have already swallowed whole even before I sat down here to write.

* Until shown otherwise
** This comes quickly on the heels of Orlando, which was badly botched by the actors. Is its purpose to replace Orlando from our collective consciousness?

OJTV

Just a side note here: I realize that a stranger walking in off the street and reading down below, for instance, that the OJ trial was all a hoax, that no one died, that no one went to prison, and that the participants were all actors … I know it is a lot to swallow.

I went through the same process when I learned, rejected, questioned and finally accepted that the JFK assassination was a similar hoax. It takes readjustment, and serious reevaluation of what we call “reality.” If it comes from TV, it is fake. Continue reading “OJTV”

Mark David Chapman 1) is not in jail, and 2) is twins

Mark David Chapman is the alleged killer of John Lennon. I doubt that he did that, and further doubt that he is in jail. Think about it – how easy would we be to fool in that regard? Once jailed, a person is out of sight and mind. Fake-jailing a person would be easy – just have him show up on occasion for a fake parole hearing or interview.

First I will run three pictures of Chapman here, all supposedly taken in prison.

MDC Original MugThis first one is odd, his original “mug shot.” Keep in mind, there are important pieces of information that prison officials want from a mug shot – height, scars, facial features, date of arrest, prisoner number. For that reason, mug shots are taken with bright lights in front of a camera that slides up and down so as to shoot straight at the face. When the photo is taken, the top of the skull is precisely even with the correct height line. Notice on this mug shot there is no height scale, and that Chapman’s face and neck are shadowed. That is because this is not a mug shot (even as someone is holding up a NYPD prisoner number in the lower left, not seen here). This is a portrait shot of Chapman, not taken in jail. We were easy to fool in 1981, so it worked.

MDC72 Middle AgedNext we have what I call “Chapman 72,” a man six feet tall. I have scrolled the number 72 on each side of his forehead for reasons that will be clear later. Make no mistake, this man and the young man up above line up nicely, and are very close in appearance. In fact, I would say they match up perfectly, even as the one on the right is in his middle years, while the one above is in his twenties.

Chapman 70Next we have “Chapman 70.” He is two inches shorter than the one above. You might think it trivial that there is a two-inch difference in height between these two, and indeed that could be the case. Even though prisons try to do their best work, they cannot always be perfect, so it could be that camera angles were not working properly, and that these are the same man. But I doubt it. This man also has a narrower face. But I will do side-by-side comparisons down below.

MDC72 OldFinally, we have old Chapman. Again, trust me on this, as this man, Mark David Chapman 72, is the same man as seen above with the numbers “72” on his forehead, and the same man as the young man showing at the beginning of this piece.

Young Middle Chapman 72I was certain that all photos with “72” were the same man, as you can see at the left … we get perfect alignment of features.

 

 

 

 

Chapman young oldAnd again, the young man and the old man, perfect alignment.

 

 

 

 

72 and 70 ChapmanNow it begins to get a little murkier. This is Chapman 72 and Chapman 70. If it were a mere matter of camera angles, they would match up after the pupil distance is adjusted. And at first glance, they do line up. But look closer … 72 has a much lower ear, and the eye is lower. However, the mouth and nose align perfectly. I would guess here that we are dealing with identical twins, neither of whom is in jail.

 

Chapman 70 and YoungHere I have done my best to align the features of Chapman 70 and young Chapman, but they are off just slightly, as with 72 and 70 immediately above. While I can get nose and eyes (mostly), the mouths are off, and the chins and ears do not match up.

My conclusion is that there have been two Mark David Chapman’s over the years, and since neither shot John Lennon (who was alive last I saw in 2008), both have been on call to make public appearance for photographs, interviews and parole hearings. They are identical twins, but as tends to happen, over time they changed in appearance enough that on close scrutiny, we can tell the difference.

As we can see with the McCartney twins, and will see in the near future with Elvis Presley twins (thank you Miles Mathis), intelligence services love twins. It gives them flexibility.

The problem of extreme gullibility

Some jackass named Rob Brotherton decided to follow this blog on the basis that he has a better world view, one based on acceptance of all that he is told in mainstream life as true without reservation. He has written jargon-riddled bullshit about the defects of people too smart to buy in in a book called Suspicious Minds. The name of his blog is conspiracypsychology.com. I left him a tender and understanding morsel to start my day:

People who write about “conspiracy theories” in such a blithe and dismissive manner as this have a couple of things in common: One, they have never looked at any evidence, but rather uncritically accept and believe all they are told by mainstream sources (are extremely credulous); and two, they are remarkably incurious (dull).

For credulous and dull people to write such blather about curious and insightful people not only insults our intelligence, but points at the problem of humanity in general: extreme gullibility to the point of craven stupidity. It is why throughout history young men have tossed their lives away in battle for causes they do not understand, and young widows have imagined it was done for sake of heroism rather than easy manipulation by smarter people.

In other words, don’t mess with me, Rob.  You’ll just get your fingers burned, and you’ll end up using your bullshit psychology degree as a bandage.