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.

The money clip caper

We are completing a circuit from our home to Montana and through Yellowstone country, and back. On the way up last week we stopped at Subway in Casper, Wyoming. Later that day I realized I was missing my money clip, and by mentally backtracking supposed I had left it at that Subway. As I said to my wife, “Well it’s a bad day for me, but a good day for someone else!” I thought the clip had about $160 in it.

I assumed it was lost forever, as it had no name on it, and, well, frankly, Wyoming seems like an impoverished place. We only see the highway dives, but it has a trailer court feel about it. But stopping by Subway again today, I asked if they had a lost and found. The young gal asked if I had found something, and I said no. I had lost a money clip. Her eyes lit up and she was excited, said someone had turned it in. My lucky day!

They had to summon the manager, as the clip was in the safe, so we went for coffee. On returning, we learned that someone pretending to be my wife had come in the following day and asked if anyone had found a money clip containing $137. She said that her husband had lost it and was just sick. They turned it over to her. The Subway manager really was just sick that they had been scammed, but that is the end of the story. We kindly thanked her and her staff for their effort, and we left.

What we know now is what we knew before – there is desperation in Wyoming. Such trouble to what … split $137? Further, the fact that the woman claiming to be my wife knew the clip had $137 in it means that someone inside that store worked the con with her. How many people know exactly how much money they have on them at any time? This will be a fatal error, I am afraid, as the manager intends to get to the bottom of it. Not for our sake, of course. She thinks she has a bad apple on staff, but did not say that.

I am like most people … Losing $137 is painful, but not earth shattering. And I was so pleased at the attitude of they Subway staff – they were all (except one) honest, and the person who found it and turned it in was too. That pleases me, and does not surprise me.

Later, driving down the highway, we were talking about the incident. The manager is going to review her surveillance tapes to get a look the woman who claimed to be my wife. My real wife laughed, threw up her arms and said “You know what? The tape will be erased!”

Yes. There will be an eighteen minute gap.

What the future holds …

In the coming weeks this blog is going to have some revelations, some shocking, about people who supposedly died who are still with us. The first one will be the hardest, as the lengths that they have gone to in convincing us that John Denver died are extensive. I won’t have a smoking gun there, just a compilation of evidence, but lack of total certainty.  We are only missing a body, a plane, and witnesses. You can judge for yourself.

Perhaps before moving forward on this stuff however, it might help if readers understood the concept of fake death. I don’t quite grasp it myself even as I know it is common. I see in the music business that a dead musician’s collection of work is worth 20X  what it was when he was alive. Elvis, John Lennon, Denver, and recently Prince and David Bowie were probably economically motivated fake deaths. (John Lennon’s death had an added bonus of killing hope, as he was also publicly playing the part of a left-wing leader.)

Others have differing purposes, I suppose. John Belushi, it appears, merely wanted a quiet life, perhaps Robin Williams too. We should respect that decision. Fame can be a hard life. River Phoenix is still around, and I assume Heath Ledger as well. Since they fake-died at young ages, we should look for them in new cloaking.

It is the death and reappearance as someone else phenomenon that I am most curious about. I cannot pretend to understand it, but Bill Hicks (now Alex Jones) and Phil Hartman (Glenn Beck) seem to behave as employees being reassigned from one task to another. I don’t imagine they had the sway or power to decide for themselves to fake die, undergo plastic surgery, and reappear as right-wing icons. That means that in their original careers they were recruited, hired, assigned a certain part, and assured that fame would come to them if they played along.

And this is what is troublesome. It indicates that our celebrity culture is far more manipulated and contrived than we imagine. I know that in music our tastes are not our own idea, but rather given to us for us to imagine we stumbled upon. Apparently the same social phenomenon is at work in acting, comedy, and as we shall see, even political discourse done via TV and movies.

Is it all fake? Probably. I assume that Tom Cruise is gay, for instance, and all his marriages have been beards. I assume the same thing about Brad Pitt and Clooney as well. Bradgelina’s kids are surely hired actors. Are those two merely public beards for an incubator system for future stars? I would assume most famous marriages are fake, even Ellen and Porsha, that they are assigned partners in public and each night go home to separate lovers and homes. Is it like Caitlyn … all for show? Most likely.

That is celebrity culture, but the movement of people who have fake died into political punditry speaks of higher involvement and planning of our daily lives. I don’t for a second believe we have anything vaguely resembling an open society and free exchange of ideas, but prior to discovery of the true origins of Jones and Beck, I never imagined how contrived it all is. On the “other” side of that spectrum, I would imagine Thom Hartmann, for instance, is in real life a right-winger assigned the role of lefty talk show host. Controlled opposition is key. That is full spectrum dominance, even as narrow as our allowed spectrum is.

More fun ahead here. In looking over the blog roll, I see that it is tedious and predictable partisan politics and hashing out and misinterpretation of major staged  “events.” Here it is going to be more fun. I have, for instance, a list of 60 or more “dead” rock stars from the late sixties and seventies whom I assume were either merely retired to desk jobs or obscurity without pay, but perhaps a few of them have been re-purposes to other high-profile gigs.

Stay tuned.

Brexit … could be something, probably nothing

[Update] Private emailers are telling me the whole Brexit is a spook operation, fake vote count and the whole usual suspects type affair. It is possibly tied in with merger on the London Stock Exchange and Deutsch Borse last month. Red flags are all about. One way to check the evidence would be to find out how much shorting was going on in the past week, British Pound against the dollar, as it dropped from $1.50 to $1.33. (We are going on a trek in Switzerland later this summer, and the British company we are using up and insisted on payment on Thursday. Hmmm.) I don’t know how to check those numbers, but will report back when I find someone who does.

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I can’t pretend to know or care much about the European Union other than Greece’s membership was a way of strangling that small country. But the vote in Britain either slipped through or was allowed, as British elections are about as meaningful as our own.

If it slipped through by accident, it will be undone. It was, after all, only a referendum with no legal binding power. Parliament (read “Cabinet”) can ignore it, overturn it, modify it, or maneuver around it.

But I don’t see such an accident happening. Those with power never leave anything to chance.

My guess is that the vote was allowed to go through as a means of allowing a venting of steam, and that it was not even close. The immigration issue is a hot one, and this could be a way of tamping down the flames.

Either way, the will of the people is in no way considered a guiding voice in British politics. Just like here, public opinion is managed, not heeded. Elections are allowed as a necessity, fostering the illusion of self-governance, an illusion considered vitally important in keeping control.

This was either a managed venting, or another shoe will fall in the near future.

The McCartney twins

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For the benefit of those who assume we don’t know what we are talking about, we who say that Paul McCartney is twins, here they are.

Young PaulMike McCNote the differences: The one we know as “Paul” on the left has a slightly longer face, lower ears, wrap-around eyebrows, and eyes that droop far more than “Mike’s” below and on the right.  This after plastic surgery. They appear to have been fraternal twins, not identical.

As I understand it now, both Paul and Mike played the part of “Paul” in various gigs up until about 1990, when original Paul retired, and Mike became the permanent Paul.

Of course, a commenter below mentioned the possibility that the guy we now call Paul  might have his own double too, a younger man made up to look older. He said a friend of his attending a McCartney concert thought that the drummer was ghosting McCartney’s voice for various songs during the concert. They are squeezing the last drop of blood out of the enterprise.

And keep in mind, Paul could be Mike could be Paul. We have no way of knowing which twin was which and assumed the role of Paul during the early days of the Beatles.

A day in the Colorado Rockies

imageWe’ve been off mountain climbing … At our age, merely walking up trails that lead to mountain tops, called “walk-ups.” We did Mt. Bierstadt today, which at 14,060 qualifies as a “fourteener. I am beat.

Now, if you take this photo and pull up Microsoft Paint, you should be able to merge it with another, crop half the face, and reveal my dark secret: I am Larry David.

I did, however, want to highlight a comment I liked from below from Tyrone – you can tell as he writes that his mind is moving faster than his fingers, and he is dumping ideas as fast as the fingers allow. I found this comment [about the Jim Morrison post below] fascinating.

“Following just the nose in Google images, Sexy Jim seems consistent but Mountain Jim just vibes as another guy, a different actor for a different role, even though the character’s name is the same- I should have thought of this earlier, but the Jim in the Riders on the Storm film is probably just an actor cast for that film- Looking at some of the TV appearances (Sullivan, etc.) there are no shots of the band and the audience together (didn’t watch them all) suggesting their performances were at an earlier date, and probably where there is an edit or dissolve, your looking at a jigsaw of alternate takes with the sound mix carefully synced to the edits to hide them – Lip syncing’s no crime, happens all the time when on a weekly time budget, but one can’t assess whether they could actually play- The chaos at the live events helped mask their suspect musicianship- In the end, these guys were The Monkees without the laffs- A pre-packaged product to sell decadence, like The Stones, but west-coast style- And a prep for the Manson mishigas that brought the whole house down-
PS- It’s a hilarious notion but Rush is too young to have been any incarnation of the twenty something Jim from the 60’s- Rush as Jim may be an attempt to soften the conviction of the Hicks/Jones makeover-“

Conscious consumers of Gnostic media

I am not a slouch, but often have to be slapped in the face with something before I see it. My saving grace is that I usually only need the one slap. Consequently, I need to collaborate and feed off the work of others as I move forward. I am proud that I did some of the basic groundwork on Paul McCartney, the discovery of twins, but first it took one of those slaps. This is from Miles Mathis, his paper on Elvis wherein he discovered that he was  a set of twins:

“We can now take this discovery back to the Beatles, who my readers tell me had doubles. Maybe they did. But I suggest we should ask first if they were twins. Maybe Paul didn’t die and he wasn’t replaced. He simply had a twin we haven’t been told about. No one has thought of that, have they? Or, maybe someone has, but it isn’t one of the primary alternative theories.”
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Thus did I take the plunge.

 

I have another email address I don’t use, one that Microsoft forces me to have to use their software. In it I have been getting regular notices from the Conscious Consumers Network. I must have signed up with them but used my dormant email address to avoid spam. Just at a glance it doesn’t look interesting, so I have deleted the emails.

So this morning down below a commenter noted:

“As a child of the 60’s myself, I have really enjoyed the excellent research found at Jan Irvin’s website, http://www.gnosticmedia.com He has done extensive work on MK-ULTRA and has proof that the entire 60’s counter culture was a creation of the CIA. He has a histogram that shows all the the 1000’s of links he has put together with supporting documentation. On the home page across the top, click on Brain and when that page comes up click on the link for the online version of the data base. There are also excellent videos and audios. He and Joe Atwill have written some really excellent papers. Search for “Spies in Academic Clothing” there is also “Manufacturing the Deadhead”. I am 65 and have been “awake” for 5 years. I try so hard to wake people up, but it is near impossible, even with proof in the form of FOIA documents and unclassified CIA documents. Hope you enjoy the information as much as I have.”

In visiting Gnostic Media I found many links to CCN, and one especially useful in my current project, Laurel Canyon, this one discussing Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead and Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters. It all seems legit, the discussion and analysis. I don’t get any sense at first visit that I am dealing with spooks in disguise.

So please, if you are familiar with either of these outlets, give me your take, and otherwise visit and judge for yourself.

As always, we are charged with the task of using our own brains.

Straight From the Devil’s Mouth

A commenter here has started an intriguing blog called “Straight From the Devil’s Mouth.” I will refer to him as “Dan,” as he treasures anonymity.

Wikipedia is an excellent source of information on all topics, but it is important to understand what it is before trusting anything about it. It did not appear by accident, and it is usually wrong about important things. That is deliberate. That is why it was founded. Its ongoing fundraising efforts are fake, as it has access to the bottomless pit of money called “CIA”, or “Intelligence” behind it. It is part of the ongoing misinformation scheme to keep us all up to our eyebrows in lies. On important matters it is a compendium of official truth, also known as lies.

Like any con game, confidence is the essence of Wiki. Once you trust it as a valid source, you’ve lost the game and are the mark, so to speak. Just like another Intel operation called “Snopes,” Wiki’s job is to gain your trust before feeding you bullshit.

But once we know that, we can use Wiki to our advantage. Spotting the lies in Wikipedia is an arrow in the general direction of truth.

According to Dan, built into Wikipedia are little clues, “red flags,” built around numerology. I do not truck with the “occult,” and regard numerology as a mere signalling device. For instance, below is a screen grab from the Wiki page on Kurt Cobain:

Cobain

The footnote “7” is apparently referring the reader to the page number 331 of Charles R. Cross’s Heavier than Heaven, a 2002 biography of Cobain. But according to Dan, that is not so. “331” is a signal to spooks world wide that Cobain’s death was a hoax. It is done by embedded use of the number “33.” That, along with “8,” “47” and “74” and a host of variations are a means of sharing information with the thousands of “spooks,” or intelligence agents around the world, that certain information is false.

In the same manner, the book Catcher in the Rye was a pre-Internet signal. Note that Lee Harvey Oswald was reported to have it checked out from the library in 1963, that John Hinkley, Jr. had it sitting on his kitchen table in 1981, and that Mark David Chapman was holding it when arrested in 1980. By use of that signal, all of the spooks of the world instantly knew that the shootings of Kennedy, Reagan and Lennon were faked. Dan’s numbers provide a similar service.

There’s an old saying, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.  Every appearance of one is not phallic. “33” follows 32 and precedes 34, and cannot be skipped. As with everything in life, we have to sort through a lot of noise to find the truth. Dan’s system is useful, but only one of many tools at our disposal in decoding the world around us. Have fun with the blog – each of his entries is a starting point to further research. Some of it is simply jaw-dropping.

The strange saga of Morrison and Courson

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See “fair use” discussion at Wiki

Connected to Jim Morrison, for whom we have no autopsy, body or official death record, add Pamela Courson. She too disappeared just like Jim, without records at the age of 27.

Pamela was born in 1946, and like Jim was in a Military family. (Jim’s dad was the commander of the fleet in the Gulf of Tonkin when that non-event happened.) She was with Jim in France when he died, and inherited his considerable estate, much to Jim’s parents’ chagrin. There followed, according to Wikipedia, court cases.

Pamela, like Jim, does not turn up in the Social Security Death Index, nor are there any other “Pamela Courson’s” who have ever lived or died on record there. SSDI is not the final word on anything – for that we would need a coroner’s report, toxicology, and autopsy. Of course, none of that exists either.

At this stage in my meanderings in this murky world of mysterious death and disappearance, I am going to put Pamela on a list I am calling “BSE,” for “became someone else.” She might even be reading this blog post. I am pretty sure she did not die.

This American life … sand and hot air

Americans are censored in their thoughts and words. The heavy hand is all around us. It is such an effective system that few are aware of it. If a person has never have had a thought worth censoring, why would he know about it?

We are indoctrinated from birth, schooled by people as deeply mired in the system as ourselves. We are  lied to in every aspect of our lives, with every corner of our mind filled with fiddle faddle. How would we know? North Koreans laugh at us. Censorship is so thorough that we are isolated from the rest of the planet.

I am among the lucky ones who have broken free. I know other people like me, and that is where I do most of my thinking and interacting. People I deal with are smart and insightful, usually more so than me, so that I am always on a learning curve. Every day brings new insights and discoveries. That is fun.

But an incident like the fake shootings in Orlando to reminds me how isolated we are, how deep in the muck the rest of the population is. It seems a hopeless situation when we see that Americans are putty in the hands of TV news and social media.

Americans are under hypnosis, in a deep trance. This land is an intellectual desert with nothing but sand and hot air for miles in every direction.

What then is the point? If the population under a deep spell, will it ever change? It is hard to know, but seems unlikely. There has to be another reason to stay on top of things and away from control of the propaganda system.

I have my head above water, and can see more than others … and  that is freedom. I am nobody’s fool, under no spell. I see clearly. The word “freedom” has been sullied. Like “republican,” “democracy,” “choice,” “election,” it is overused and never really understood. If a person has never lived free, how to explain it? It is like explaining chess to a child who only knows Chutes and Ladders.

But I have freedom of thought and inquiry, and so do my friends. We cannot bring others over to see things our way.  That has to happen internally, and is rare.

This is the American way.