"In the small number of things we are able to know with any certainty. . . the principal means of ascertaining truth are based on probabilities." Pierre Simon de Laplace
Steve Quayle shows photos of alien-appearing remains with elongated heads; no one of any standing in the academic world voices an opinion, even though Pericles of Athens had the same sort of skull (he wore a helmet over the back of his head to cover his deformation). In his book The Third Eye T. Lobsang Rampa speaks of his initiation involving the revealing of dead giants, but not one word of refutation is presented as coming from any renowned archeologist. However, there are many people of science that disagree with the 9/11 Commission report's findings even as the government organs remain mum. And there are other people that refer to the most ancient artifacts recovered from the gold mines of California; these items indicate that there were advanced technologies in use, of a far greater antiquity than any authority will admit. Further, in the very few cases where statements have come down from the ivory towers on high they all have an atmosphere of stonewalling. In this category are all of the assassinations of the '60s and '70s: the official positions concerning the murder of JFK are something more than ridiculous, going instead to full-blown outrageous. Then, in the face of the mathematic interconnections displayed by the Monuments of Mars at Cydonia the position of NASA is untenable. In the case of each of these lies spewing like vomit from those drunk with arrogance there ought to be pickets stationed outside of their offices with but two words on their signs: "Stop Lying."
As I have stated in other places, there are no evidences connecting flying saucers to other dimensions or galaxies; but there are evidences showing a program in effect and used by NAZI Germany to build them. It makes sense to think that the angels seen at Mons in Belgium during the battle of August of '14 as being an early form of a hologram; ditto, that of the vision of the Virgin Mary at Fatima, Portugal in '17.
What makes all of this lying bullshit possible is the age of Jesus with his program of belief. The shadow government and the secret societies at the top are strictly amoral, they have no belief structure at all, this, at the same time that all those below are encouraged to seek the happy place, a fantasy land where God is all good. In this system of perversion truth, reality and God do not have any fixed meanings, the adherents of Islam, Judaism, and Christianity are professed monotheists but in saying, "Behold, the man is become as one of us" the god of the bible disagrees; and in the first sentence of the Torah the word for god is stated in the plural, eem, signifying more than one. With all of this discombooberated nonsense in our faces the only ones who can lead are the ones who are dictatorial and brutal enough to force people to go against their own sense of decision making and be dependent upon the top dog in the animal network to tell them what to believe from moment to moment. Everything depends on who is beating on you (physically, mentally, or spiritually). If you are being bribed or blackmailed, the reality of God means nothing. In the words of Dustin Hoffman in The Marathon Man, "No, it's not safe. . . . It's safe; boy is it safe." Yet in a gentler, more pervasive, way it can be the threat of being blacklisted; your daughter may be able to get entrance to the university you have wanted for her; you could be banned from the country club you once belonged to, your wife may be turned into a drug addict, or your son may get a role in a film. The controllers are very expert at turning someone into a laughing stock or lauding him in the whore outlets of their media.
Look up Smedley Butler; check out how many times Barry Soetoro has lied; research how G. H. W. Bush's father was conducting business deals with the German state in the middle of WWII; look at the meeting at the Clint Murchison house held in Dallas on the night before John Kennedy was killed, and check statements made by one of the household maids along with that coming from LBJ's mistress; know that "In Hoc Signo Vinces" was made possible by the use of an advanced, for its time, technology; see PDD-51 as written by George W. Bush. Is it so far-fetched to think of Lyndon Johnson as being behind the murder of his own sister? It goes on and on: tons of drugs were brought into Arkansas while Bill Clinton was the Governor; and the ghost of Vince Foster still cries out. Who remembers? And who will test the DNA of the former president to either verify or refute any connections to Arkansas former Governor, Winthrop Rockefeller? And, in the midst of all of this rottenness, Laura Eisenhower is ridiculed for speaking about the colonies of Mars.
Just in time for the rubes to forget the last manufactured fear a new one is invented. We've gone through scores of them since the end of the great war, from "Duck and Cover" to Ebola. The ancient Gnostics and the followers of Islam agree: forgetfulness is a huge problem for mankind. The accursed methods of rule will step in with a new fad, a new fear/fashion before the average person has the time to connect this dot with the last one. Race divisions are a great tool for the monsters: when a white policeman kills a highly suspect criminal black man, the whore-media swings into full, overblown reaction, but when black violence happens to whites there is almost no coverage at all (in spite of the fact that the occurrences are far more in number). This is an example of roiling up the masses and making the less mentally capable among the majority take a stand when none should be taken at all. No matter which side you fall on, you lose in the face of the evil of the leaders and authorities, and especially as they are controlled by the money powers and shadow government of the secret societies. There is no left/right, Republican/Democrat, or Conservative/Liberal; it's all staged and acted out.
It was a hired and paid agent who fired the first shots at Kent State. He did this so as to get the ball rolling. Also, by the bizarre occurrences taking place at election times it seems perfectly reasonable to think that the process is moved by strategically rigged computerized voting machines; just enough of them are in place to swing elections. As in the case of Genetically Modified Foods, you have no say at all. And, as I have said before, the "Anarchists" at demonstrations are paid provocateurs.
But, all of what I am writing about, while pointing to the fallacies of the human organization—historically, and how it continues to be today—still has not touched upon the prime directive. It is true that almost everything here is false, but, "If you don't believe it, I'll beat it into you"; "Because I say so"; "What will people think"; "Might makes right"; "If you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain't gonna make it with anyone anyhow." Animals have peer pressure; animals are born—people are born; animals learn enough for them to get along—people learn enough for them to get along; animals mate and have offspring—people mate and have offspring. For most humans, life is carried out in the trap of a squirrel cage. Without the abandonment of his wife and children we would have never heard of Siddhartha, the first Buddha. We can rise to the next level only if we can find the balance between the fecund and the sublime, between the material and the spiritual… And stop lying.
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Thursday, July 2, 2015
Friday, June 27, 2014
Half a Century Ago
Half a century ago:
There was hybridization and selective breeding, but no GMOs.
I was part of the largest demographic this country had ever seen; after WW II our forefathers really got down on it and produced The Baby Boom Generation. We had a strong influence upon American culture but were unaware of the fact, being caught up in our own world. Bombarded by sales pitches, often we were coaxed down incorrect paths that would lead to nothing, or to ends that would serve others. We were brainwashed into thinking that love was the answer for all of our ills when I was seventeen, but the radio in our barracks sometimes played songs that made me wonder if there weren't other parts of life at least as important if not of a greater meaning. Granted, one of my favorite ones in that summer of '64 was "Sealed with a Kiss" by Brian Hyland; it was a very romantic ballad that had a line I could identify with because of the impending date of our completion of training: "…meet in September, and seal it with a kiss." But there were other songs that did not toe the love line. In "It's All Over Now" Mick Jagger put out a message in keeping with those four words while Gale Garnett did a reprise of the Paris Cabaret scene of the late 1930s, wistfully singing, "We'll sing in the sunshine." Looking back, I'm glad that I had no one waiting for me. Strange mixture, in this de facto physical prison of the Navy I found feelings of emotional freedom that would have been diminished by having a girl on the outside.
With the Internet, today, many different versions of the truth can be quite a bit easier to find than they were in 1964, but I'm not sure if it's better now because there are scores of paid debunkers, whores who have as their employed task the job of ruining and destroying any and all evidences of establishment lying.
In that time of the summer virtually everything over the airwaves was A) the wrong stuff to want; B) lying; C) twisted; D) disinformation; E) deflections to something else; F) or focused in on some (safe) useless crap. And then came the Gulf of Tonkin Incident, the excuse to snuff out the lives of about 58,000 American kids (and a whole lot more Asian ones). We had been brought up in the age of "duck and cover," and the experience of the Cuban Missile Crisis was fresh in the minds of every one of the recruits in company 366. We had H-bombs over our heads; the Cold War was raging, and America had a very powerful sense of raison d'être. Each of us had to deal with this atmosphere as best we could individually. If one of us were to think about these influences too much it would not lead to any positive pattern. Concentrated on too much, the result could lead one to cynicism and even nihilism; I'm tempted to characterize this negative in the words of Mel Brooks, in what he said about the time in England when the tales of Robin Hood became popular: "When things were rotten." But there was also a negative we all knew about. It was conveyed to us by our parents, who told us, by their experiences, that what they had gone through in the Great Depression had been terrible. Things could be worse – by far. In 1958 the U.S. had gone through a mini recession. Vietnam would be the eventual answer, but at a great cost. "Okay junkie, I'll get you the dope" (and he would only need more later).
A package of cigarettes cost twenty-once cents at the Navy exchange and a little more than thirty cents in town. A cup of coffee at most diners was a quarter but at the same time my pay, as a Seaman Apprentice, was in the range of thirty-two dollars every two weeks (so what the hell). And as another economic comparison, the minimum wage back in Omaha was a dollar twenty-five an hour.
When I left my family there were three television stations there; baseball was much more popular than it is now, and reefer was something that those nasty Mexican gangs smoked out in Los Angeles. The lid was still very much on the specific details of the assassination of John Kennedy. It wasn't just me: I can't say that in following a lack of knowledge that bliss results, but in checking alcohol consumption statistics for Omaha I found that in the sixties the locals consumed a lot of booze. It was, perhaps, a sign of the times that a few kids I knew weren't totally sure that pro wrestling was faked.
Most of the people I knew attended religious services at least once in a while. And in the years leading up to the millennium (not just the sixties), to be labeled a homosexual was a terrible stain to have on one's character. One of the recruits in our company was that way for sure: sometimes, on Sundays he would decorate himself with pinned handkerchiefs and dance on our center-table. How he got in, I'll never know, but I do know that the straight sailors were gnawed at by unspoken fear, and I was one of the ones who were scared of being turned over.
In the summer of that year San Diego was overrun with young men in uniform. The atmosphere of the Hollywood Theater was marvelous; it allowed this green bunch of swabbies an opportunity to harken back to the burlesque entertainment of the '30s and '40s, when sexual inferences and slight nudity, with suggestions, were considered to be at least slightly dirty. I looked around at the rest of the audience and saw nothing but sailors in white. Then, some weeks later, while at my next duty station, I went down to Tijuana where the hookers taught me that there is such a thing as bad sex.
In the early part of the decade Newton Minow had coined the term "a vast wasteland" to describe television in general. The words were accurate. But even during this period of drivel there were at least two exceptions: I thought that Naked City and East Side/West Side brought to the home a few excellent presentations of drama. Taken as a block, in TV there was not much for me to miss while at the Naval Training Center, however reading was another matter. During training there was no time for this, except for the manuals whose content we were tested on. But when I got to the air squadron after training once again I dove into my personal study program by checking out John Updike and John Steinbeck books from the base library. Also, in town I bought a book written by Henry Miller. It was total garbage from cover to cover but as a seventeen-year-old, I liked it that he used the word fuck a lot. Cool, during this time I learned the correct pronunciation for vagina too. As I look back at myself I see a horny, lonely, and uneducated kid, usually a little pissed off about the whole thing.
There was hybridization and selective breeding, but no GMOs.
I was part of the largest demographic this country had ever seen; after WW II our forefathers really got down on it and produced The Baby Boom Generation. We had a strong influence upon American culture but were unaware of the fact, being caught up in our own world. Bombarded by sales pitches, often we were coaxed down incorrect paths that would lead to nothing, or to ends that would serve others. We were brainwashed into thinking that love was the answer for all of our ills when I was seventeen, but the radio in our barracks sometimes played songs that made me wonder if there weren't other parts of life at least as important if not of a greater meaning. Granted, one of my favorite ones in that summer of '64 was "Sealed with a Kiss" by Brian Hyland; it was a very romantic ballad that had a line I could identify with because of the impending date of our completion of training: "…meet in September, and seal it with a kiss." But there were other songs that did not toe the love line. In "It's All Over Now" Mick Jagger put out a message in keeping with those four words while Gale Garnett did a reprise of the Paris Cabaret scene of the late 1930s, wistfully singing, "We'll sing in the sunshine." Looking back, I'm glad that I had no one waiting for me. Strange mixture, in this de facto physical prison of the Navy I found feelings of emotional freedom that would have been diminished by having a girl on the outside.
With the Internet, today, many different versions of the truth can be quite a bit easier to find than they were in 1964, but I'm not sure if it's better now because there are scores of paid debunkers, whores who have as their employed task the job of ruining and destroying any and all evidences of establishment lying.
In that time of the summer virtually everything over the airwaves was A) the wrong stuff to want; B) lying; C) twisted; D) disinformation; E) deflections to something else; F) or focused in on some (safe) useless crap. And then came the Gulf of Tonkin Incident, the excuse to snuff out the lives of about 58,000 American kids (and a whole lot more Asian ones). We had been brought up in the age of "duck and cover," and the experience of the Cuban Missile Crisis was fresh in the minds of every one of the recruits in company 366. We had H-bombs over our heads; the Cold War was raging, and America had a very powerful sense of raison d'être. Each of us had to deal with this atmosphere as best we could individually. If one of us were to think about these influences too much it would not lead to any positive pattern. Concentrated on too much, the result could lead one to cynicism and even nihilism; I'm tempted to characterize this negative in the words of Mel Brooks, in what he said about the time in England when the tales of Robin Hood became popular: "When things were rotten." But there was also a negative we all knew about. It was conveyed to us by our parents, who told us, by their experiences, that what they had gone through in the Great Depression had been terrible. Things could be worse – by far. In 1958 the U.S. had gone through a mini recession. Vietnam would be the eventual answer, but at a great cost. "Okay junkie, I'll get you the dope" (and he would only need more later).
A package of cigarettes cost twenty-once cents at the Navy exchange and a little more than thirty cents in town. A cup of coffee at most diners was a quarter but at the same time my pay, as a Seaman Apprentice, was in the range of thirty-two dollars every two weeks (so what the hell). And as another economic comparison, the minimum wage back in Omaha was a dollar twenty-five an hour.
When I left my family there were three television stations there; baseball was much more popular than it is now, and reefer was something that those nasty Mexican gangs smoked out in Los Angeles. The lid was still very much on the specific details of the assassination of John Kennedy. It wasn't just me: I can't say that in following a lack of knowledge that bliss results, but in checking alcohol consumption statistics for Omaha I found that in the sixties the locals consumed a lot of booze. It was, perhaps, a sign of the times that a few kids I knew weren't totally sure that pro wrestling was faked.
Most of the people I knew attended religious services at least once in a while. And in the years leading up to the millennium (not just the sixties), to be labeled a homosexual was a terrible stain to have on one's character. One of the recruits in our company was that way for sure: sometimes, on Sundays he would decorate himself with pinned handkerchiefs and dance on our center-table. How he got in, I'll never know, but I do know that the straight sailors were gnawed at by unspoken fear, and I was one of the ones who were scared of being turned over.
In the summer of that year San Diego was overrun with young men in uniform. The atmosphere of the Hollywood Theater was marvelous; it allowed this green bunch of swabbies an opportunity to harken back to the burlesque entertainment of the '30s and '40s, when sexual inferences and slight nudity, with suggestions, were considered to be at least slightly dirty. I looked around at the rest of the audience and saw nothing but sailors in white. Then, some weeks later, while at my next duty station, I went down to Tijuana where the hookers taught me that there is such a thing as bad sex.
In the early part of the decade Newton Minow had coined the term "a vast wasteland" to describe television in general. The words were accurate. But even during this period of drivel there were at least two exceptions: I thought that Naked City and East Side/West Side brought to the home a few excellent presentations of drama. Taken as a block, in TV there was not much for me to miss while at the Naval Training Center, however reading was another matter. During training there was no time for this, except for the manuals whose content we were tested on. But when I got to the air squadron after training once again I dove into my personal study program by checking out John Updike and John Steinbeck books from the base library. Also, in town I bought a book written by Henry Miller. It was total garbage from cover to cover but as a seventeen-year-old, I liked it that he used the word fuck a lot. Cool, during this time I learned the correct pronunciation for vagina too. As I look back at myself I see a horny, lonely, and uneducated kid, usually a little pissed off about the whole thing.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Facing Up to the Establishment
In the course of the last three sidereal months there have been many who honestly sought to better the emotional and sociological systems of man. As I have noted in my studies, the changes resulting from reformers efforts have been minimal and from the view of the common man, far too expensive for any of that level to attempt. I believe that one of the unspoken messages of Christianity is that to implement any real sociological change requires that the crusader be crucified; only after his death will the inheritors consider and (possibly) implement any of his suggestions.
When my father's ancestors went to church in the early colonies they sat in divided areas. In today's terms we may think of them as cubicles with shortened walls. True, not all congregations were seated in this way. But how much of a percentage were in pews is impossible to say. Really though, I am not seeking to discuss the social structure of the pilgrims and puritans so much as I wish to delve into the concept of revolution. However, the subject of the first settlers to North America is a good place to start since they were, by their very nature, revolutionaries.
What happened? Much like children in opposition to their parents, they created something at least as restrictive as what they left, and to emphasize, I wish to point out that those church cubicles I mentioned were symbolic of cattle pens, holding areas where the beasts can be kept until they are slaughtered. (In our lives are we not all marking time in preparation for our own ends?) But something happened to my father's paternal line in the late 1800s. Apparently my grandparents did not agree with the established religious systems. My grandmother had a large family Bible but the family did not attend church. Along with many of the signees of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution they were termed Deists.
Fast-forward to my generation of "Baby Boomers" that came into being after WW II; as a member of that grouping, my experience with all forms of salesmanship as propounded by the divisions of the establishment was that of being overwhelmed by far too many voices pounding my psyche with an overabundance of choices. It was that all the voices of leadership wanted me to buy into what they were selling, either economically or by getting me to at least believe in their message. The textbooks at school did that – along with teachers – and so did the various sects of Christianity, my elders, and parents. The music I listened to wanted me to buy records; my own peers sought to have me take their side in disagreements; television assaulted me with commercial advertisements; the news gave viewpoints that I was supposed to accept; and of course, the politicians continually strove to get all the people they could garner into their camp. (How unfair of it all: to attack ignorant little kids, those innocents naïve and pliable; are we not looking at a form of child molestation?) Of course at the time I did not know that all issues, pro or con, only received publicity if they had handlers behind the scenes directing the moves of the spokesmen. (Yes, I know that I started by referring to religion and shifted gears to Vox Populi, but if the reader will fairly consider, he may see that there is a mass human perception that can unite both areas.)
It is true that America has politically changed. Some of it was for the good and much was not. Direct voting for U.S. Senators was something the founders were against because with the decisions being made by the state houses the process was difficult to corrupt. (Now it is far too easy.) I have never been able to find anyone who was against the Statue of Liberty being sent here from France (with the secret society Prieuré de Sion behind the curtain). Maybe they didn't get it, that it was a Trojan Horse and with figurative immigrant warriors inside it would eventually bring down this country. And does no one else see that, if such a thing as the Pledge of Allegiance is mandated it reaches out to restrict the citizens' freedom a little more? Finally, "In God We Trust" is blasphemous – if Jesus's action of driving out the money changers from the temple precinct is to be believed – because it is stamped on American coins and written on paper dollars; it is the act of mixing God and mammon.
In the sixties and to a lesser extent the seventies change, evolution, and revolution were espoused by many popular music groups. They were ALL lying. And this can be written in stone as a tenet of how the old matrix of man used to work: when you repeat a lie often enough you will believe it yourself. I doubt if any of those musicians would admit that they worked in the field so as to make money. No, of course not; they (each) had a cause (so they said). And it becomes near to impossible for a thirteen- to twenty-year-old kid to see that they were lying because the disseminators of the lies did believe in what they said and did so fervently. "We can change the world," sang Crosby, Stills & Nash, but all that really changed was their perceptions of the world, courtesy of all the drugs they ingested.
We, the target of all this, were suffocating, buried under mounds and mounds of bulishit that was dumped on us from all quarters. Most people don't see that Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman were provocateurs, hired and directed by FBI agents (such as Agent Hosty, the handler of Lee Harvey Oswald). The average guy can't see the game of using people such as Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan. The Tsar's secret police used the same tricks. In 1905 Joseph Stalin's gang blew up the oil fields in southern Russia because he was ordered to by the big money powers of the Earth, such as J. D. Rockefeller. Communism and Nazism would have never come into being without the help of the shadow government. All of these so-called Anarchists with masks are whores in the employ of the inner powers. Their job is to turn peaceful demonstrations into violent affairs. Saul or Paul of Tarsus served the high priest at Jerusalem in the same way. In my book I point out that Billy Graham was elevated to a high station in the public eye by being promoted by William Randolph Hearst. People may laugh when they see pages of old catalogs, but their laughter blinds them to the fact that all sorts of figurative elixirs and snake-oil remedies are still being sold today. A portion of callers to talk show programs are shills, paid actors coached and well rehearsed, and the rest of the callers are strictly screened.
At bedrock, here's the deal: the reason why people will allow lies to continue is because they are often nice in their makeup, safer than truth, can be far more entertaining, and can fulfill the nature of wishful thinking that the majority may want to believe (even though there's no proof). "If Walter Cronkite said it, then it must be true."
No one wants to be the bad guy who will tell kids between five and ten that the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy are all lies, even though this is the time of life when the lying program begins. Adults are reluctant, perhaps afraid that they'll turn the children into cynics. It is a terrible situation here in that almost nothing can be believed at face value; there are always alternate explanations, each a slight danger to the political or religious establishment.
When my father's ancestors went to church in the early colonies they sat in divided areas. In today's terms we may think of them as cubicles with shortened walls. True, not all congregations were seated in this way. But how much of a percentage were in pews is impossible to say. Really though, I am not seeking to discuss the social structure of the pilgrims and puritans so much as I wish to delve into the concept of revolution. However, the subject of the first settlers to North America is a good place to start since they were, by their very nature, revolutionaries.
What happened? Much like children in opposition to their parents, they created something at least as restrictive as what they left, and to emphasize, I wish to point out that those church cubicles I mentioned were symbolic of cattle pens, holding areas where the beasts can be kept until they are slaughtered. (In our lives are we not all marking time in preparation for our own ends?) But something happened to my father's paternal line in the late 1800s. Apparently my grandparents did not agree with the established religious systems. My grandmother had a large family Bible but the family did not attend church. Along with many of the signees of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution they were termed Deists.
Fast-forward to my generation of "Baby Boomers" that came into being after WW II; as a member of that grouping, my experience with all forms of salesmanship as propounded by the divisions of the establishment was that of being overwhelmed by far too many voices pounding my psyche with an overabundance of choices. It was that all the voices of leadership wanted me to buy into what they were selling, either economically or by getting me to at least believe in their message. The textbooks at school did that – along with teachers – and so did the various sects of Christianity, my elders, and parents. The music I listened to wanted me to buy records; my own peers sought to have me take their side in disagreements; television assaulted me with commercial advertisements; the news gave viewpoints that I was supposed to accept; and of course, the politicians continually strove to get all the people they could garner into their camp. (How unfair of it all: to attack ignorant little kids, those innocents naïve and pliable; are we not looking at a form of child molestation?) Of course at the time I did not know that all issues, pro or con, only received publicity if they had handlers behind the scenes directing the moves of the spokesmen. (Yes, I know that I started by referring to religion and shifted gears to Vox Populi, but if the reader will fairly consider, he may see that there is a mass human perception that can unite both areas.)
It is true that America has politically changed. Some of it was for the good and much was not. Direct voting for U.S. Senators was something the founders were against because with the decisions being made by the state houses the process was difficult to corrupt. (Now it is far too easy.) I have never been able to find anyone who was against the Statue of Liberty being sent here from France (with the secret society Prieuré de Sion behind the curtain). Maybe they didn't get it, that it was a Trojan Horse and with figurative immigrant warriors inside it would eventually bring down this country. And does no one else see that, if such a thing as the Pledge of Allegiance is mandated it reaches out to restrict the citizens' freedom a little more? Finally, "In God We Trust" is blasphemous – if Jesus's action of driving out the money changers from the temple precinct is to be believed – because it is stamped on American coins and written on paper dollars; it is the act of mixing God and mammon.
In the sixties and to a lesser extent the seventies change, evolution, and revolution were espoused by many popular music groups. They were ALL lying. And this can be written in stone as a tenet of how the old matrix of man used to work: when you repeat a lie often enough you will believe it yourself. I doubt if any of those musicians would admit that they worked in the field so as to make money. No, of course not; they (each) had a cause (so they said). And it becomes near to impossible for a thirteen- to twenty-year-old kid to see that they were lying because the disseminators of the lies did believe in what they said and did so fervently. "We can change the world," sang Crosby, Stills & Nash, but all that really changed was their perceptions of the world, courtesy of all the drugs they ingested.
We, the target of all this, were suffocating, buried under mounds and mounds of bulishit that was dumped on us from all quarters. Most people don't see that Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman were provocateurs, hired and directed by FBI agents (such as Agent Hosty, the handler of Lee Harvey Oswald). The average guy can't see the game of using people such as Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan. The Tsar's secret police used the same tricks. In 1905 Joseph Stalin's gang blew up the oil fields in southern Russia because he was ordered to by the big money powers of the Earth, such as J. D. Rockefeller. Communism and Nazism would have never come into being without the help of the shadow government. All of these so-called Anarchists with masks are whores in the employ of the inner powers. Their job is to turn peaceful demonstrations into violent affairs. Saul or Paul of Tarsus served the high priest at Jerusalem in the same way. In my book I point out that Billy Graham was elevated to a high station in the public eye by being promoted by William Randolph Hearst. People may laugh when they see pages of old catalogs, but their laughter blinds them to the fact that all sorts of figurative elixirs and snake-oil remedies are still being sold today. A portion of callers to talk show programs are shills, paid actors coached and well rehearsed, and the rest of the callers are strictly screened.
At bedrock, here's the deal: the reason why people will allow lies to continue is because they are often nice in their makeup, safer than truth, can be far more entertaining, and can fulfill the nature of wishful thinking that the majority may want to believe (even though there's no proof). "If Walter Cronkite said it, then it must be true."
No one wants to be the bad guy who will tell kids between five and ten that the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy are all lies, even though this is the time of life when the lying program begins. Adults are reluctant, perhaps afraid that they'll turn the children into cynics. It is a terrible situation here in that almost nothing can be believed at face value; there are always alternate explanations, each a slight danger to the political or religious establishment.
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