Here is just one photo from the latest event, taken from the comments in the post below. Stop and have a gander, and then ask …
- Why is no one tending to these victims? How long will they just lay there?
- How much time did the photographer spend on this photo? He got the angle right, and the lighting is superb. His camera, obviously a very good one, was f-stopped in such a way that objects in foreground and background are blurred, and only the victims are in focus.
Comments are mounting down below, people giving mostly numeric clues suggesting that the event in Las Vegas was fake.
I am putting this post up as a place to comment on the event. I am not going to write about it, as we have enough astute commenters that I am not needed anyway. Should be interesting.
Other researchers can work their way around roadblocks like this, but as a rookie I am prepared to just patiently absorb and learn. Time and effort will produce results. (But look at the names! … Morrison, Heileg, Ryan, Miller.)
Brown, circa 1847, Springfield, MA
While in college I took sanctioned history courses, and they were interesting. I was not mature enough to question what I was told, but some things did stand out, one of which was John Brown’s raid on Pottawatomie. That night in Kansas Territory he and his sons and companions visited three households, interrogated and murdered five people, letting others go if given satisfactory answers. The murders were not at all merciful, but rather by hacking with swords, brutal beyond conscience, insane and monstrous. If real.
What struck me was not what was obvious, that there was no attempt to find and imprison the murderers, well-known to be the Brown family and a couple of friends. What I took from that was that John Brown was clinically insane. Someone, perhaps the teacher, suggested that he looked to the stars for signs that guided his hand, as a schizophrenic might do.
The following words are taken from another blog:
Consider that the nuclear bomb was impossible to make. The science was not there. The theories were incorrect. The geniuses of all geniuses were fabrications. Not even a thousand billion dollars could produce the impossible – a weapon of apocalyptic proportions, that produces the heat of 10,000 suns. Just bollocks. The bomb never made anyone surrender. It never won a war. It did not deter wars. It did not stop communism. The communists were never any nuclear threat. The cold war was based on poorly done fantasy movies. The build-up of military industrial complex, which was sustained to counter the Soviet nuclear threat, was actually a big lie. The massive secret infrastructure to counter the Soviet nuclear threat was a big lie as well. The space race based on superior technology is in question consequently. Excuse me, but the whole rationale for building the massive state super complex after WWII is a complete fraud. And all the nuclear paranoia promoted by the state is down right evil. Even now the rhetoric, that States fart out on mass media about this or that power trying to obtain nuclear weapons, is a complete charade.
The national anthem of the United States of America is an awkward tune that tests the limits of our vocal ranges. It is also not a very good song, clunky and lacking a catchy melody, barely lending itself to harmony. Singers at ball games often try to improvise on it, adding a note or two to show off their range. Even so, after singing it perhaps 50,000 times most of us are (or should be) tired of it.
I see that the European Union chose Ludwig von Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, part of the fourth movement of his Ninth Symphony, a very moving piece of music. They added new words as follow:
Europe is united now
United it may remain
Our unity in diversity
May contribute to world peace.
Faith and Justice
And freedom for its people
In a bigger motherland.
Citizens, Europe shall flourish
Golden stars in the sky are
The symbols that shall unite us.
Those are good words, appealing to our higher values with no reference to war or rockets going off.
That in mind, with Europe having set a precedent of sorts by using classical music for an anthem, I thought perhaps I could get a movement going in this country to do the same. See below the tab for my suggested national anthem of the United States of America.
I have a large piece I am working on, and don’t want to do the serialization business again until it is done and vetted, beginning to end. In the meantime, a couple of matters are worthy of a look:
I only had to look at this once before thinking “fake, fake, fake.” What do you think? He needed to choose a larger hostage, one big enough to cover both his front and back. He leaves the store thinking the only police are stationed to his right front?
Placement of police car conveniently hides him as he takes his fall.
For those who believe in TV news, video is beneath fold. Proceed with caution.
I spent my morning going through old posts, and deleted many. At one time I was going to review all of the twins, but finally decided face splitting, while somewhat useful, was not reliable enough to make bold conjectures. More evidence was needed. So on the menu on the left what is left of twins are those in which I am confident I am on to something. Drake, Lindsay Lohan, Rihanna, for instance – we have photos of the two of them together. The others – McCartney, Dr. Phil, Buddy Holly, Joplin – I have worked very hard on them and stand by the work.
This is an edited version of the eight-part series that I put up some time back, everything consolidated into one post. I realized things at the end that I did not comprehend at the beginning, so have have done major changes to incorporate that knowledge into the piece to make it more comprehensive and thorough. I have left the original pieces intact, as below them are many valuable comments.
I was so fortunate to have a man named Steve as my older brother. He was a priest who affected many lives, including mine, and always advised that we “make decisions, move forward.” Often times I feel I have arrived at enough truth to stop, relax, and just live a Cassandra life, knowing that I can never impart what I know on others. People are not ready to receive the information, and most never will be. I have no problem with that. This type of work is of higher order, and only a few appreciate it. I am pleased that we have so many readers (and our writers) of that order.