I was looking over available movies yesterday, thinking one might be worth a trip down the hill. Meh. It all seems like crap. Maybe it is the fact of aging and maturing, but enjoyment of a movie requires willing suspension of disbelief. It is harder to do at age 65 than even at age 60. At age 20 I bought into all nonsense. Now I can embrace hardly any. A really good movie, like No Country for Old Men, is so rare as to be worth an automatic academy award, hands down.
Saturday fun …
I ran across this photo a couple of years ago, and then shelved it. Too weird. See if you can spot the reason why. And think innocent thoughts. That is probably the Brooklyn Bridge in the background, so this would have been taken when the Beatles were still touring, pre-1966.
The photo has not been doctored in any way. Shadows and lighting are natural. And frustrating as it is, it is not conclusive. Just weird.
I am testing you … I have noticed these past few years that people are not able to spot fakery in photos, even obvious stuff. But this photo is real.
For instance, see this photo below here, Monica and Bill:
It is an obvious fake, but it had you at first glance, right? They used body doubles, and all body doubles have to do is to fool you at first glance. Suggestive power does the rest. All presidents have doubles, and this guy above was obviously used by Clinton. I don’t know the circumstances –
Anyway, this is how I spent my Saturdays. Probably I suffer some form of mental illness, right? As I learned yesterday, our country has a mental health “crisis.” Here silly me merely thought that normal people have sadness, anger and depression, mood swings, and are susceptible to manipulation by TV, a hypnotic tool. Then there is all the agitation propaganda foisted on us by our spooks in the form of fake events like 9/11, the Boston Marathon bombing and San Bernardino, to name just a few.
There has been a horrible shooting up in Bozeman, Montana, my former home and first love, and people are driving right by the obvious suspicion, prescription drug side effects, and right to the least likely explanation … mental illness. The gal was suffering post-partum depression. That’s painful, but normal. Of course I don’t know, but am suspicious she was dosed up with antidepressants, most of which don’t even work and which are known to cause side effects like exacerbated hostility and suicidal ideation.
(Especially when mixed.)
Didn’t see that coming, did you. He’s rambling. Must be the drugs.
Fake Rodeos
Ah, so discouraging to watch as we endure yet another election contest, as if … after November, nothing will change. Nothing. Party politics has no effect on public policy, foreign or domestic. Those policies set to be implemented in the coming months will happen as if no election happened at all. There will be faux legislative battles, random court decisions, more manipulation of behaviors via fake terrorism, but mostly our governance is by edict and without reference to public opinion in any form.
What effect activists might have, those who take public officials and corporations to court, is minor, and about all we have left. But what else is there to do but act locally? If they could, our leaders would dispense with elections entirely, but they are apparently seen as necessary to foster the illusion of self-governance. Continue reading “Fake Rodeos”
How do I know Bernie is fake?
Please take note of the Mark Twain quote in the upper right corner of this blog. In days gone by I would rotate quotations as my mood dictated, but that one has stayed out now for months.
Indeed, it is incredibly easy to fool people. I have been fooled time and again throughout my life by advertising, politicians, public hoaxes and various women. I settled with my wife, as I would venture most people do with their mates, having found someone in whom I could place unconditional trust. Marriage is a refuge in a deceitful world.
The guy’s secret life is public
This falls under the heading “Duh!,” as when I realized what I was seeing, I knew I had been had yet again by our spooks, those who control our every perception. These are covers of Time Magazine back from the time of the Monica Lewinsky scandal. Both are fake, or pasted-up photos. Apparently no real photos of the two together exist.
On the left, Bill is in sunlight and has clearly defined and sharp features, while Monica is filtered, and has softer light from a photo obliviously taken indoors. In the second, Bill’s hair is poorly barbered, and he is a much taller man than that, much taller than her. It is just some guy, and the picture of her and everyone around her are pasted in from other sources.
Monica, in fact, never belonged in the White House, had no qualifications, probably has nothing more than an acting degree from a small college.
How do they get away with this? It is the power of suggestion. For instance, when Clinton was in Billings, Montana in the late 90’s they ran a motorcade up to the airport on North 27th Street, I assumed that it was him in the limousine that went by. More likely he was in a less conspicuous vehicle or rode to Air Force One in a military helicopter. But the mere suggestion, limousine, motorcade, allowed me to fill in my own blanks.
Far more important here – Clinton, who suffered a near deal-breaking scandal due to the Monica affair, was aware that these photos on the cover of a national magazine were faked. Therefore, he knew about it, and approved of it. What does that tell you?
Again, I slapped my forehead and mouthed the words “I am too stupid to live!!!” The answer is beneath the fold.
America: Exceptional all the way down
It is months to go until the Democratic Party covention in Philadelphia in late July. It is very easy to see that Michigan was flipped to Bernie Sanders to keep the drama alive, keep progressives interested. Polling errors like that do not happen, but electronic voting machines, which can be controlled by either party, can dramatically alter election outcomes. If it can happen (nothing prevents it), it will happen. It did.
Here’s a long list of reasons why the polls went wrong. They are all wrong.
It is embarrassing to watch pollsters flog themselves in public about how they screwed up when they didn’t, and for supposedly smart analysts to trip over the elephant in the room without acknowledging it. One smartass commenter I stumbled on said “Hey, I voted in Michigan and filled out a long paper ballot. End of story, OK?”
Well, no. Not end of story. You’re not thinking it through, commenter! The ballots are counted by electronic machines that can be hacked, and there are no audit procedures in place to make sure that the tally is accurate. It is called a “black box” for a reason – no matter what goes in, only what comes out matters.
The silence on the matter is fear. I encounter it often. Americans, those few left with functioning brains, know more than they say, and are afraid to face the demons. We’re not a free society, we don’t have a free press, honest elections, and are corrupt through and through in every way imaginable. It is only left now to collapse under the weight of our own hubris. We’ll imagine ourselves exceptional all the way down.
- We’ll think we are an example to the world, which laughs at us.
- We’ll think our institutions squeaky clean, even as students in other countries study American brainwashing techniques.
- We’ll continue to attack other countries to subjugate them and steal their resources, imagining we are defending ourselves.
- Our spooks will continue to run false-flag operations that a child can see through, and most Americans will eat it up.*
- We’ll imagine our education system makes us smart when it makes us stupid.
- Just as our nutritionists know nothing about nutrition, our political scientists do not understand politics …
- Our educators will still not know how to think properly, and our voting machines will not know how to count votes.
Our press, far from keeping an eye on crooks, is owned by the crooks. Down in the trenches, among rank and file reporters, they don’t even know to ask the question … How did that happen in Michigan? They honestly do not have that thought. It never occurs to them. They are that far gone.
So are you, dear reader, if you cannot look at an obvious fraud and say the words “It looks rigged,” and the investigate how that might happen. There is nothing to say. You cannot be reached. I can only hope future generations recover the lost art of critical thinking.
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*On the bright side, the Tate/LaBianca affair went unchallenged for over forty years before being revealed to be, along with the Manson trial, a hoax. Sandy Hook was exposed within weeks. The only resort for the spooks against such prying eyes is to stigmatize those who easily see through the hoaxes, and that, sadly, is effective enough to keep most people in mental chains.
Dave McGowan: Whoosh!es on out
As I read it, Dave McGowan died last December. Author of Weird Scenes in the Canyon, about the intelligence connections of various and medocre musicians of the period 1965-75 in Los Angeles, McGowan touched on a lot of topics, but never really followed through.
He also touched on serial killers, the moon landings, the Lincoln assassination, but never really followed through. I assumed his work was incomplete because he made his living doing other things and only wrote as a sideline. That has to be a working premise.
But some of the stuff he missed is monumentally important. His work appears to be nothing more and a compendium of the known, with nothing new or important divulged. With Weird Scenes he did not take time to attempt to run down any of the musicians still living to get their reactions. That would seem basic. Crosby, Stills and Nash just broke up, again, and the old farts will probably go to their graves never having been confronted about their shady pasts. That’s a crime.
This has led some to speculate that McGowan was a disinformation agent, appointed to lead opposition and make sure they never learn anything important. His death, sudden (lung cancer) is not accompanied by obituaries that I can find. If anyone has links, please supply them.
Here is the biggest link missed by McGowan, and also by another person thought to be a cutting edge researcher, Mae Brussel: Sharon Tate’s father, Colonel Paul Tate, along with so many others in the LA scene in the late sixties, was a government agent. He was not just a suit, but an infiltrator. He dressed like and smelled like the hippies of the time. He was in and around the canyon during the Manson affair.
This is vital information, never mentioned, and which opens the door to speculation, reinforcing current theories that the Tate murders were staged, as was the trial, in order to kill the hippie movement and discredit the Vietnam War resistance, which had been linked with hippies in mainstream media.
Hey Dave: Whoosh!
[Here is an interesting link on Tate/LaBianca.] Lots of information to digest.
Tenure is fake … too
My path of inquiry over the decades has been a slow and fascinating journey towards understanding that has more and more isolated me from the regular community. I don’t care about that, not that I like isolation, but rather that objective reality all by itself is a fascinating subject that moves me, thrills me, and gives me reason to keep writing. If I were to walk the path of a thousand clowns, I’d have a thousand followers.
In the comment thread below one guy trying to pigeonhole me, saying that I am only interested in “acolytes.” I assume he meant “accolades.” Were that true, since I am a fairly decent writer, I could attain them. You merely write for the crowd. Dan Brown perfected that technique.
Costa Rica is wired … More than US
We are at a resort at the base of Mt. Arenal, an active volcano. It is quite lovely here. Our friends are birders and are being treated to birds never seen before, and the pools are a choice of very warm to modestly cool, all flowing from a hot springs.
We we traveled through high country today as our guide talked about Costa Rica education, customs, taxes. I noticed that houses had no numbers or mailboxes. He said that there is no postal service here, that everyone pays bills on line or at the grocery store, and that houses are identified by directions from known landmarks, like centuries and museums. So if you call 911 (they have an active service), you tell the operator, for instance, to go three blocks south of the cemetery, turn left at a mango tree, and go to the third house on the right.
It works, he said. Prior to the Internet everything was handled via a central office in their towns where people paid their bills through a local official.
Internet very busy here at our resort, cannot upload photos of this beautiful spot.
The imperial tour begins…
We are finally leave San Jose today, though we are on a bus tour and so will be kept to main sites, a Potemkin Village tour. Today it is a volcano, a coffee plantation, butterflies, a city tour (again) and home.
We like to lay low when we travel, or as one travel agent advised us years ago, “try not to be Americans.” We should be polite, reserved, respectful and low key, show interest in their customs, and avoid the main tourist sites if possible, and yet not be intrusive and trample on private areas. On a bus tour, however, we will only deal with other Americans and the tourist interface. Our traveling companions are indeed an aging set, so there’ll be nothing athletic going on beyond getting on and off the bus.
A commenter noted in the post below that even though Costa Rica does not have a military, it did accommodate the CIA’s secret army during the Central American wars of the Reagan era, allowing its land to be used for running drugs and weapons in and out of the country. That is the Faustian deal any colonial state must strike to survive. On the Columbian portion of our city tour two days ago, I asked the guide if the President of Costa Rica had been awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for attempting to broker a deal as the US attacked Nicaragua from the surrounding countries. Yes indeed, he said, though his memory was not fresh in the matter.
This shows the bankruptcy of the Nobel Peace Prize, never to attain anything higher, and sinking to historical low when awarded to a certain Mr. Obama for having done nothing while planning yet more war.
Internet is crappy here today, cannot insert photos. The hotel is full, so the strain on the system is showing. Might not be able to even publish this.
Piece of Mindful 