“Debunking sites.” are a large part of the psy-op factor – a way to keep us from leaving the herd and thinking our own thoughts about what we see and hear about us.
If such sites were genuine, they would not debunk this or that aspect of theory about the true behavior of our governmenht. They would debunk all of it. But they cannot. Mythbusters, SNOPES, Scientific American, Popular Mechanics, Penn and Teller have all been called into service of the government in debunking major conspiracy theories. But they are not really about debunking. They are about reassuring you. If they have to lie to reassure you, they will. If they have to use gimmicks and special effects, they will. They do.
The van in that scene was superimposed by video trickery, “PhotoShopped” in. You can tell by the black line, kind of a dark halo, around it. Mythbusters, who are fake, will latch on to enough real science to use as a lever to inject their fakery. In this case, they were “proving” that soft objects can destroy hard ones by mere speed. It does not happen, so they had a door blown off a van by other means and made it appear that a pumpkin did it. They had to fake it. So it goes. It was all done with a computer in a production studio. These are liars. And, I might add, liars with a large budget.
As an alternative, I propose that debunking sites and shows change their name: Instead of “debunking” they should be called “Stop Thinking, and I Mean Right Now!” sites, because that is their true effect. People become a little unnerved at this or that piece of evidence, and want reassurance that their government does not lie. So they Google, and sure enough the first thing that pops up is the debunking site. They read or skim it, are reassured, and stop wondering.
It is no accident. Google is about as genuine as SNOPES, which is to say it too tells believable lies. One of the lies is to make sure you get the information your government wants you to get on the first page. They want you to stop there and not explore further. Positioning of debunking sites on Google is not based on number of hits. It is a little more disingenuous, and more nuanced than that.
It is a form of propaganda, a way to prevent you from asking questions, thinking for yourself, wondering out loud, or exercising natural curiosity.
Debunking sites exist to assist you in turning off your brain, nothing more. They are just another form of thought control.
My stepson showed me this video at lunch yesterday, and I just howled. It is Robin Ventura being hit by a pitch and then charging the mound. The pitcher was Nolan Ryan.
Some things you just don’t do:
You do not pull a wolf’s ears.
You do not play peek-a-boo with a young child on a long plane flight.
You do not ask the dizty blonde sitting next to you on a plane or train to keep her thoughts to herself.
You do not look into an alligator’s mouth.
You do not walk up behind a horse and startle him.
And you do not charge the mound when Nolan Ryan is pitching.
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On closer inspection, the whole thing looks fake. Ventura did a low tackle on Ryan, but not hard, allowing Ryan to put him in a headlock and fake-hit him. The rest is all baseball fighting, no punches land. A trainer has blood running down the eye, but that could easily have been done off-camera.
Our conversation centered around this:
Roughned Odor nailed Juan Batista, and it looks real unless they had a wire attached to his glasses. This might have been a real fight.
Well graduation was a nice affair. Even though ther are 600 kids in the class, they managed to get it done in about two hours. There was no guest speaker, and most of the podium activity was the kids, some of it lively. There was some music, and some nice talent in development phase. One girl and her group channeled Linda Perry and Four Non Blondes, What’s Going On, kind of a woman’s anthem. The song has a hypnotic pulse to it and speaks of someone waking up, though I don’t see much of that around me. The society as a whole is in deep slumber.
Even as they spoke of twelve years of “learning” and “education,” those goal posts have not just been moved, but taken off the field. One speaker did talk about answering questions, even asking them, in a non-standard way. But mostly these kids have been grilled in test-taking where correct answers are the requirement for advancement. In this manner, their imaginations have been largely shut down. Those who go into music will need imagination, and for that field we on the outside can be confident in our judgment of talent and achievement, since we have ears. For the rest in science, math, accounting, economics, psychiatry, psychology, medicine … Who knows. It could all be a big empty balloon.
The most important person, a man, head of the school district or some other administrative post, seemed to be regarded as the most profound speaker. After five minutes listening, realized that not one original idea had made its way from those lips – he cited this person and that person, tried to use names the kids would recognize. Pretty dull standard stuff, the kind of thing that gets you promoted in that world. If he reads at all, it is vetted material. He’s not going to deviate from accepted Pringles potato chips into anything possessing an original shape or flavor. He is, after all, the product of a factory that makes all chips,the same size, shape and color.
And he was the best they had to offer. Yeah, wear sun screen, I thought.
Ellen deGeneres gave the best commence address I have ever heard. She, who never went to college, has enjoyed success beyond measure, all the product of pain. She probably did lousy in the ACT or SAT, as her regurgitation skills are weak. That is what made her famous.
If you wanna find out what’s behind these cold eyes
You’ll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
Part of the propaganda thrust behind the fake moon landing psy-op were these words:
We choose to go to the Moon! … We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win …
This past year has for me been one of forward movement after years of beating the bushes looking for rabbits in a land where the rabbits actually live in caves. I never imagined I would know who killed JFK. I thought with his moon speech that he had been misled by people around him.
That speech was deliberate scripted incentive to make that fake program go forward. After Dallas, we were honoring a fallen hero. It was intended as such. I suspect that one of the men watching the fake television transmissions of the fake landing was JFK. He was in Hyanisport, perhaps on Chappaquiddick, on a yacht in the Mediterranean, or perhaps on an island near Greece.
The only reason that I cannot know for sure if he lived to see the fakery to its conclusion is that he might have died of natural causes, Addison’s Disease among his ailments. John F. Kennedy, I now realize, was a phony of historic proportions, a lying psychopath with an unusual gift for fake charm, even portraying a real human being.
But set him aside. Understanding him is for me the key to the postwar era. Everything, all of the major events of my life, were fake, or were hidden behind a shroud. There were no moon landings, the assassinations were fake, Martin Luther King was a fraud, as were Reagan, Clinton, and now of course Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders. It is ongoing, so proper movement is forward, not backward.
I’ve been beating around this bush for a while now. The fake death of John Lennon and discovery of the McCartney twins left me in a state of flux, ready to take a quantum leap, but frightened as well. I know ridicule awaits. Even though it is a peanut gallery, I still hear the insults. My saving grace is that I can give as well as take. I have savaged people in debate, so if you want a piece of me, bring a first aid kit. You will be wounded.
Dealing with ridicule is merely a test of character. Since I believe in me, and have read and wandered and questioned far more than anyone I know, I am in a place few will ever access. I can sympathize with my critics, and at the same time sigh a relieving sigh, a “fuck you” in response. You cannot know what you do not know unless you ask the right questions, and so far, most of you have not done so. Until you do, you will not break through the veil.
It is easy now to look about, understand the nature of the fake political contest before us, see that David Bowie and Prince recently faked their deaths, that votes are not even counted for real, that our music and movies and news are all scripted to keep us thinking (or failing to think) alike. I have stopped now and then to marvel at how mundane life on this planet is without the fake events! We are all mostly just living our lives quietly, trying to stay afloat. The mass shootings, serial killers, assassinations, accidental deaths of prominent people … fake, fake, fake, fake.
War and poverty … real. Avoidable, but real.
I am in this place, but did not intend to travel here. The freedom is exhilarating. The lack of insight of almost all around me is exasperating. But life is fun.
The post below operates on the assumption that the reader understands that the moon landings were a hoax. But I don’t really know that about my readers, in fact I suspect many cling tenaciously to the lie. So I want to address two aspects of the lie – first, allowing yourself to doubt, and second, debunking sites that protect the lie to this day, almost 47 years from the first fake landing.
While the late Dave McGowan was working on his Laurel Canyon series, his wife sent him an article about how a supposed moon rock that the U.S. had gifted to the Dutch turned out to be petrified wood. It caused a lot of embarrassment. McGowan, never one put off by what people might think of him, decided to take a detour and wrote a series called Wagging the Moondoggie. It was up on the Internet at one time, but since his death his son has taken down all of his writings with a promise they will reappear someday with some spit and polish on them. Fortunately, I made pdf copies last summer when I heard Dave was ill. This is from his opening paper:
And yet, despite the fact that [Apollo] was a relatively benign lie, there is a tremendous reluctance among the American people to let go of the notion that we sent men to the Moon. There are a couple of reasons for that, one of them being that there is a romanticized notion that those were great years – years when one was proud to be an American. And in this day and age, people need that kind of romanticized nostalgia to cling to.
But that is not the main reason that people cling so tenaciously, often even angrily, to what is essentially the adult version of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. What primarily motivates them is fear. But it is not the lie itself that scares people; it is what that lie says about the world around us and how it really functions. For if NASA was able to pull off such an outrageous hoax before the entire world, and then keep that lie in place for four decades, what does that say about the control of the information we receive? What does that say about the media, and the scientific community, and the educational community, and all the other institutions we depend on to tell us the truth? What does that say about the very nature of the world we live in?
That is what scares the hell out of people and prevents them from even considering the possibility that they could have been so thoroughly duped. It’s not being lied to about the Moon landings that people have a problem with, it is the realization that comes with that revelation: if they could lie about that, they could lie about anything.
Indeed, that is the basis for fear, and indeed they have lied about everything. Am I jumping too far ahead of you there? Would you rather I take it one lie at a time? OK.
And, by the way, I disagree with Dave that this lie is “benign.” It was used to divert billions of dollars into other secret programs, most involving weaponry, some of which might well have been put on demonstration on 9/11 – pure speculation, but something turned those buildings to dust. Everything is connected to everything else. The Apollo hoax was a most contemptuous affair, a sign that even at that time we had already lost control of our own government. And there were murders committed on the way.
In another paper (there are 14) he mentions, once he took the dive, how easy it was to judge that the program was a hoax. This has been my experience. All you have to do is look at the evidence. It is kind of a no-brainer, to the point where I have to think that if you have looked at the evidence and still believe Apollo was real, you might be cognitively impaired.
(The rest of this piece was re-posted as “debunking sites” above.)
One of the more interesting criticisms that I have gotten over the years is that I don’t offer “solutions” to our problems. It is an accurate one.
I see people, close and distant, who are beyond reach. For example, they imagine themselves insightful as they invest in Trump or Sanders or Clinton, thinking that an important activity, even good citizenship. They imagine they are active participants in a vibrant democracy. They do not begin to understand the levels of deception built into our lives. But dammit, they vote.
The key to managing the American population is to marginalize the dumb ones via sports and entertainment, stage elections for the slightly less dumb ones, and offer false leaders for the smarter ones. Those who can overcome state-controlled media and brain-deadening education will find that once outside the matrix, others are there to mislead them.
The very brightest among us were drawn for years to Noam Chomsky. He happens to work for an institution, MIT, that only exists on Pentagon largess. He is a fixture, and has been supported by the military for decades. He has for years offered up volumes of seemingly useful information, but ultimately leaves us high and dry. (I just quoted him extensively in a post about Zika two days ago. I cringed, but it was a vital link.) Among his more enlightening revelations are that the Federal Reserve is as useful as our own government in managing our economy, that 9/11 happened just like we are told, and that JFK was a war hawk intent on invading Southeast Asia. (As it turns out, he is right about that last one, but his object is not to demean JFK, but rather steer his followers away from a path of inquiry that can ultimately lead to intellectual emancipation.)
Even the brightest among us are under state management. Chomsky is there in O’Brien fashion* to take us nowhere.
So the a healthy percentage of us (40%?) are inundated with entertainment and sports, and so dumbed down by the education system that they cannot think their way out of a can of tomato soup. They don’t matter. A level above that (50%?) are those who pay attention to managed news (FOX and NPR being two different packages with the same content), and are vaguely aware of some of the wedge issues and vote in the elections. They don’t matter. A level above (7%?) that read books and newspapers, even watch congressional hearings and attend lectures, maybe even watch CSPAN**. They don’t matter.
And one level above that (3%) are those bright enough to figure out part or all of the game. They usually don’t vote. They are effectively marginalized by a thought control meme called “conspiracy theorist.” The other 97% are sure that the 3% who are actually somewhat on top of things are mentally ill. So they don’t matter either.
It is fucking brilliant.
So, why do I not propose a solution? There do not appear to be any solutions. I am living my life, doing the things I love doing, and having a nice laugh now and then. And traveling.
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*O’Brien is the chacter in 1984, a sinister false leader who greeted Winston Smith as he made his escape.
Zika is a hoax, as I’ve written before. But I suppose it would help the reader to know what hoaxes are easy to spot. General rule: anything that is trumped up in our American mass media is, on some level, a hoax. The media does not depict reality – it invents it. It is and has always been state controlled. Or better stated, oligarchy-controlled, since the state is controlled by the oligarchy.
So the question is why the hoax? One reason is that we are always to be worried about one thing or another, afraid, injecting ourselves with vaccines that do nothing unless they harm us … so that is part of it. After Zika, there will be another scare. PhRMA is part of the medical cartel, and money is its aim, not health.
But there is also the Olympics to be held in Brazil this summer. Hundreds of thousands of people will be traveling there. The hoax being centered on that country has the added advantage of spreading fear all over the world.
Two questions you might ask: What about medical experts who make public pronouncements about Zika – are they lying? Yes. Why? If they don’t, they are no longer “medical experts,” lose their position and income, and fade away.
The other, what about microcephaly, or shrunken brains? How does that come about? Back in 1993, when they called it “pygmyism,” they said the cause was malnutrition. Here’s Noam Chomsky, from that year:
“Brazil is far and away the most important country in Latin America, firmly under US control since 1945, when it became a ‘testing area for modern scientific methods of industrial development’ applied by US experts…It is a country with enormous resources that should be the ‘Colossus of the South,’ ranking alongside the ‘Colossus of the North,’ as predicted early in the century. It has had no foreign enemies, and benefited not only from careful US tutelage but also from substantial investment. It therefore shows with great clarity just what the US can achieve in ‘enlarging the free community of market democracies’ under conditions that are near ideal.”
“The successes are real enough. Brazil has enjoyed a very high growth rate, which conferred enormous wealth on everyone except its population – apart from the top few percent, who live at the standards of the wealthiest Westerners. It is a sharply two-tiered society. Much of the population live at a level reminiscent of Central Africa…the UN Report on Human Development ranked this rich and privileged country in 80th place, alongside of Albania and Paraguay. In the northeast, Brazilian medical researchers describe a new subspecies: ‘pygmies,’ with 40% [actually 60%] the brain capacity of humans, thanks to severe malnutrition in a region with fertile lands, owned by large plantations that produce export crops in accord with the doctrines preached by their expert advisers. Hundreds of thousands of children die of starvation every year in this success story, which also wins world prizes for child slavery and murder of street children – in some cases for export of organs for transplant, according to respected Brazilian sources.”
So they took a condition already known to exist, but among the lower classes and so not important, and elevated it to epidemic status. They did this in order to spread fear. It makes us easier to govern.
Again, Zika will fade like baseball players into a corn field after the panic has served its purpose. But never worry, another contagion arrive will shortly after.The trains do run on time in our country.
I am not going to waste a lot of time on this. Oh hell, I already have wasted a lot of time on it. I wanted to know if the music truly died on The Day the Music Died. It’s a tough call, but my answer, if had to give an answer, would be no. Nobody died, or maybe four strangers died, or four corpses were brought in to serve as cadavers, or the whole thing, beginning to end was faked.
Start with the plane crash itself: Nobody saw it. That does not mean it did not happen as we are told, but we are missing a critical element, eyewitnesses.
Crash site, Buddy Holly and company
This is the crash site. Three bodies are visible. Closest to us is said to be Richie Valens, and then Holly to the left, and in the field beyond, the Big Bopper. The pilot, at the time of the photo, I assume is still in the wreckage. He too died, we are told.
The plane is said to have cartwheeled 540 feet before coming to rest against the fence. We don’t have photo evidence of that – only verbal reports. Photographs are confined to the place where it finally stopped. Even so, if that is true, the plane would have been moving slowly by the time it got to this point, so that centrifugal force was no longer tearing at the victims, and they were gently deposited here. After all, the fence is not damaged. The plane merely came to rest there.
Given that, it is hard to imagine how the plane, at this time lacking force of movement, was able to deposit the Big Bopper forty feet away and across the fence – forward motion.
Richie Valens corpse at crash site
This is a better shot of the crash. That is said to be the body of Richie Valens. In those days they did not “Photoshop,” per se, but rather cut and pasted in photographic studios. If Valens’ corpse was added to this shot in a studio, they did a very good job. The grass around his right shoulder and left forearm looks real. The shininess of the hair and jacket is odd, meaning it was probably taken with a flash photo, I suppose, but I see no other evidence of flash reflection in the photo. I would think that a flash would illuminate the area under the wing of the plane in the foreground just beyond the body, but it only casts a shadow caused by sunlight, and this on an overcast day. As can be seen in the first photo above, the body is very close to the wreckage, so a flash should illuminate that area. This indicates that a flash was used to take a photo of the body but was not done at the crash site. This indicates pasting.
(There are as many as ten men in various photos, always just standing, observing. If “Valens” is pasted in, why not them too?)
Then there is this:
The head was badly crushed and deformed, the calverium region wide open and the brain tissue almost completely eviscerated.
That is from the death certificate. The “calverium” region is the top of the skull, and “eviscerated” means “disemboweled.” This person’s head is intact, and, to boot, there is no blood. The calverium is present and uneviscerated.
Buddy Holly’s death was said to be equally gruesome, with his head split open, half his brain tissue missing, and his chest soft due to the internal organs being crushed. The face was badly cut up. We have no photos to support this. It could be just good taste.
Again, going back to the top photograph, there is no evidence of any of this, so we have to guess that the photographer simply withheld the most gruesome shots. Or, that these bodies were actors, or that they were pasted in in a photo studio. All is possible, including real death of the real people. I don’t rule that out.
Here’s an analysis by a blogger named Hoi.palloi, who seems to have a keen eye for this stuff.*
Then you have the convenient halo of “snow” hovering around the tops of the bodies, making convenient cut-outlines framing their rotated bodies-and-chunks-of-ground-and-grass which seem undinted [sic] by their apparently collapsing into it. The snow on the bodies doesn’t look consistent between pictures, and neither do their heads, but the plants are always happily tucking them in for the Big Sleep.
Finally, for me anyway, there is this shot:
I do not know who the grieving man is, but that appears to be the face of a young child on the middle body. The third body from the left appears to be mere clothing arranged to look like a body. This is a fake photo [or a real photo of a staged scene], and it could be a well-known fake, for all I know. But it does come up under the heading “The Day the Music Died,” so someone is presenting it as real.
This post was inspired by the recent death of Prince Rogers Nelson, whose death is also suspicious.
The list of dead musicians is long – next I want to look at John Denver, as we have now a video that has recently appeared and is said to have been filmed in 1996, a year before his death. Something fishy about it, and it is not that he is fly fishing in New Zealand.
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*After I began to look into this, I discovered that others have had the same suspicions over the years. There is nothing new going on here. It is just not widely disseminated. Googling “fake death Buddy Holly” leads you right to debunking sites, but not to any real evidence.
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PS: I should come clean here. I was coy about offering up that they might really have died. I do not think that at all. I think that the wreckage might have been real, perhaps hauled in on the back of a truck and deposited there. Snow then covered the tracks. Everything after that is fake – there were no cars or men standing around, no corpses – that was all pasted in in a photo studio. Most likely no plane took off that night, none of the suposed victims were even at the airport. It was all a manufactured event.
Interesting theory on the presidential election – not sure where I heard or read this: Both Trump and Sanders are saying they oppose new trade agreements such as TPP, while Clinton favors them. The vast majority of Americans oppose the agreements, as their impact in the past has been devastating to us and the other countries involved.
So the effect of the Trump/Sanders candidacies is to split the majority of Americans down the middle, negating a potentially unifying issue.
So Sanders supporters, when he bows out and throws his support behind Clinton, as he surely will, would be wise to unify behind Trump and hold his feet to the fire on trade.
I learned, to my great surprise, that my remedy to homelessness and addiction, which is to shelter and feed them but otherwise leave them be, is “ignorant,” and that I am advocating “isolation.” Hmmm …
Just to clarify, isolation is a groupthink punishment. Corrupt Democrats, for example, will shut down a blog and ban dissent rather than allow divergent views to be expressed. That way they can characterize those views without contradiction. It is comfortable to be ignorant. People actually prefer it.
So, in reality, I advocate inclusion, respect, food and shelter for the homeless and addicted, but without the nanny gonna-fix-ya attitudes. I also stand solidly behind expression of viewpoints at odds with group consensus without punishment.
So I am anti-isolation, anti-ignorance. How that became pro-isolation and ignorance, I cannot say. Must be a language barrier.
While the late Dave McGowan was working on his Laurel Canyon series, his wife sent him an 
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