EMPTY
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
― children's nursery rhyme *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imXsTOcQJ4Q
So often times it happens
That we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key
― The Eagles *
* The Eagles:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoGweOFqapU
Yuri Oscar Ulisov.
"Stupid name," thought Randall. "Fuckin' foreigners," he cogitated, the same way he had thousands — perhaps tens of thousands — of times in the past.
What else could he do? Sixty-two years in the same goddamned cell, and every night — or close to it — he'd awaken at the same time, and that Russian's name would be illuminated through his window. Damnedest thing, too. Not that he was an educated man — he'd been locked up for a crime he hadn't committed since he was 18 — but wasn't the Moon supposed to be at different points in the sky throughout the year?
"Why then," he wondered, "was that Red's name lit up perfectly, the same time every night?"
Didn't make sense, but he'd stopped trying to figure out the moniker engraved into the cold concrete wall of his cell, the same way he'd ceased attempting to decode the message carved beneath it: HAVE THE KEYS.
For years, awakening to YURI OSCAR ULISOV HAVE THE KEYS was a tick burrowing under his skin. Randall was no wordsmith, but even he knew the grammar in that sentence was more fucked than a pedophile in the joint.
"Dumb shit, Commie prick. It's Yuri Oscar Ulisov has the keys. Has, you sorry son of a bitch," Randall mumbled to himself.
He knew goddamned well why this lapse in language was suddenly bothering him after all these years. He was turning 80. Tonight was his birthday, and he'd spent almost his entire existence behind bars. There was no hope for parole either; not that it mattered at this point. He'd never even kissed a girl, let alone been intimate with one. The only times he'd fucked had been against his will, and even those horrific nights in the shower were long gone.
He was an old man, and nobody but death wanted old men.
"God fuckin' dammit!" he turned in his cot, to avoid staring at that Pinko's wall carving. In the sickly light, he gazed at the lone photo he had of himself and his mother. She'd just stopped visiting one day, probably 20 years ago. He didn't have to be some slick-suited lawyer to figure that one out. She'd been the only one who'd ever shown. He surmised the others were dead, as well. They were far older than he was. He'd known he was alone for at least a decade; he could feel it.
It was impossible to believe that 16 year old kid in the picture was related to him…much less actually him. For 62 years, all he'd had was Yuri. Yuri god-fucked Oscar Ulisov.
Randall wondered what the prick was in for, how much time he did, whether he'd died in this shithole, or was released.
He would've taken the time to contemplate whether he, too, would end up dying in here, had he not understood that happened decades ago. Sixty-two years in an eight by 10 foot cell was death. He'd been existing, but hadn't lived a day, let alone an hour, the entire time he'd been on Earth.
In fact, he couldn't be certain if the planet — outside these walls — was still around. Apart from the news he caught on the dilapidated three channel in the rec room, he had no idea what the world was like. When he was first locked up, cars were the size of elephants, and couldn't go more than 50 miles per hour. The rockets on wheels he saw on TV these days weren't even as big as the go-karts he'd built as a kid, and looked like they could reach the Moon before lunch.
And how about television? It hadn't existed when he spent his first night in the joint.
Fuckin' Yuri had probably driven fast cars and fucked fast women. He'd probably done his time, and been released early enough to own a house, and drown his liver in troughs of whiskey.
Randall's deep-seated hatred for Yuri Oscar Ulisov overcame him, as he twisted toward the wall, delivering a haymaker into the name that had mocked him for so long.
Though he'd braced for the inevitable physical anguish, it never came. Blood never spattered, and no bones broke. To the prisoner's shock, the concrete wall surrounding the Russian's name was thinner than Randall's see-through skin, and crumbled like the timeworn cornbread served in the cafeteria. From the resultant hole his fist had created, something emerged. Whatever it was echoed with a metallic tone at the foot of his cot. Randall collected himself, before gazing at the corroded key on the ground.
Why wasn't he in anguish, clutching his obliterated fist, and what was this new development before him?
Trembling, he extended arthritic fingers, and grabbed the alloy object.
Sixty-two years confined here, without a clue what was now in his palm had been with him the entire time.
Randall stared down at his newfound discovery. "A key?...To what?" he wondered.
In his limited scope, there was only one option. The prisoner gazed toward the lock on his cell.
"Is it possible? Could the answer have been here all along?" Randall asked himself. Six decades in Hell, and the key to escape was with him the full sentence?"
"Is this what you've been trying to tell me all this time, Yuri?" the inmate pondered.
"You bastard!" Randall's mind raced out of control. "Why didn't you—?"
His thought processes came to a screeching halt, similar to a speeding train slamming into a mountain.
Whatever the elderly incarcerate had for dinner came up for air, as he realized he'd possessed the key to freedom all along. Randall collapsed to the floor, any strength remaining drained from his weary frame. In the sickly moonlight, he wiped the hunks of partially digested meat from his chin, pushing himself up from the freezing concrete.
"Yuri Oscar Ulisov," he whispered in the din of his cell. Over and over that name formed on his bleeding lips. "Yuri Oscar Ulisov. Yuri Oscar Ulisov. Yuri Oscar Ulisov. Y.O.U. YOU. YOU…You have the key."
The grammar had been correct all along.
With a quaking paw, Randall looked to the lock, raised to his feet and inserted the cold chunk of steel into the cylinder. Cinderella's foot in the glass slipper. Before turning the key, he prayed — for what remained of his sanity — it wouldn't work. How could he justify having the method for escape all along, yet allowing himself to be imprisoned for the past 62 years?
The loosening of tension, as the lock rotated, and the barred door before him opened.
Randall was a free man.
The guard station was less effective than a skull with no brain, as he passed a sleeping sentry in the midst of what appeared a fitful nightmare. From there, passage to the prison entrance was an obstacle course with no obstacles.
Seconds later, he was outside the penitentiary, headed toward a world he'd never before encountered. His heart raced like a starving man for food. His breath nearly didn't come, as he ascended a ridge above a road, and gazed down on lights as far as the eye could see. He understood he was staring at a city; a metropolis he'd been a mile from almost his entire life, but had never visited. The sheer expanse of the municipality frightened him to no end.
Out of nowhere, something roared overhead through the night, as he cowered in horror. He knew about planes, but had never actually seen one in person; and this variety appeared immense.
A train whistle announced the size of something monstrous, and the biggest truck he'd ever seen — he heard they were called semis — raced toward him, as he leapt to the soft shoulder for safety.
Attempting to calm himself, he stared across an open field at an immense sign. There, the largest photograph he'd ever observed showcased a smiling, young woman, clad in a bikini that left nothing the to the imagination. In the background was a tropical beach.
Randall realized he'd never actually been to a beach, nor seen the ocean, except on TV.
This foreign world around him was far larger, and much more intimidating than it seemed on television. An interstate sign above was the size of a cell block, and the city looming closer with each step, the entire Earth.
There was nothing he could relate to, and at his age, how could others relate to him? He was an infant in an 80 year old man's body. Randall had watched the news, and seen the dreadful stories of how the elderly were forgotten in modern society.
Even out here in the middle of the country, everything was moving more quickly than he could comprehend. By the time he reached the city, he'd be lost.
He found himself atop an overpass, looking down, the fastest vehicles he could ever imagine speeding beneath him.
He'd never even learned to drive.
No, this was not a world he could live in nor adjust to. Hence, he quietly climbed the slick metal railing, and leapt into the rushing river of vehicles below.
The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us; even now in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. […]
Like everyone else, you were born into bondage; born into a prison that you cannot smell, or taste or touch. A prison for your mind.
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Remember, all I'm offering is the truth; nothing more.
― Morpheus *
* The Matrix:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zE7PKRjrid4
What if humanity became extinct this second, leaving its creations behind? What if travelers from a distant planet arrived on Earth hours later? What conclusions would these adventurers derive from what they found?
Being that money is, by far, the most prevalent of humankind's inventions, these explorers would probably deduce people required cash in order to survive. Perhaps it was necessary for humans to eat or inhale these strips of fabric to stay alive.
Of course, nothing is further from the truth. Humans most definitely can't ingest money, should they be starving. As far as breathing in these swatches of material — if we're suffocating — you're more likely to be thrilled at the thought of waiting in line at the DMV.
In fact, since there's an overabundance of food on Earth, and more than a billion people starving to death — because they don't have the cash to buy said sustenance — it seems money would be the least common artifact in a rational society. Hence, one can deduce the current version of humanity is illogical, and suicidal. Why else would it make the one thing that's bringing about its demise, the most widespread object in civilization?
What if Earth is a prison planet? Some of the most successful penitentiaries — when it comes to keeping prisoners confined — are the most remote. Alcatraz, Devil's Island and Siberia were effective due to isolation from the majority of the populace.
What if we step back and view Earth from a Universal angle? Even in the context of the Milky Way, this planet seems in the boondocks; distant from what would likely be the most inhabited portions of the cosmos.
Thus, if Earth is a prison planet, would that make us prisoners; unable to leap into the cosmic ocean with our primitive lifeboats — spaceships — and drift to those highly populated areas, and hence salvation? Perhaps. The answer to that query seems to depend on who put us here, and why. After all, not only do prisoners reside in a prison, but so too guards and wardens.
What if we've been placed on Earth not to be punished, but to keep those who are being punished from escaping? What if felons of this Universe were on this planet, as we speak, and we were keeping them from absconding? The question arises as to how we wouldn't realize these prisoners were among us.
Again, take a step back and view the current human condition.
There are a handful of people — in comparison to the total populace — who are prospering, while the rest of us struggle to stay alive. One can suggest these few are simply more adept. When you consider their success comes at the expense of those who are toiling against extermination, proficiency isn't part of the equation. At this point, these prosperous individuals thrive thanks to pain and suffering of the masses.
Who are these entities flourishing from the agony of the rest of us? Obviously, it's the ultra-monetarily affluent of humanity.
Designer Hugo Boss produced the standard Nazi uniform for Third Reich soldiers during World War II. Today, his corporation continues to reap benefits; its garments beloved, whether worn by those sending the emaciated to gas chambers or high school students suppressing boners at formal dances. **
** Hugo Boss:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo_Boss
And Hugo Boss is one of a myriad of companies — as long as there's a monetary system — eager to exploit anyone, in order to acquire more cash — swatches of fabric, as previously proven, inherently useless to humans. Yet, a tool many are willing to use for their own benefit, whether or not others suffer as a result.
What of Coca-Cola producing Fanta specifically for Nazi troops, parched after blowing fist-sized holes through skulls of concentration camp prisoners? *** Is that any different than U.S. soldiers downing ice cold Cokes, whilst lobbing mortars into apartment buildings in downtown Baghdad?
*** Fanta:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanta
In short, millionaires and billionaires derive rewards at the ultimate cost to the innocent. Because what these deranged entities are collecting — when reduced to fundamentals — is meaningless to humans, that makes them psychopaths. How are they any different than individuals on the television show Hoarders, who crazily compile an overabundance of useless objects? ****
**** Lee Camp: Billionaires are Psychopaths:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZrxDzo3Zzw
Where's the dissimilarity between keeping a million pointless strips of fabric in your coffers, and a million used tampons in your linen closet? At least the tampons, at one point, had a legitimate use. In the words of comedian Lee Camp:
You don't respect anyone else who collects a billion or a million of something. […]
If you find out someone's got a million shoes, you're like, "What the fuck's the matter with you?!" So why do we respect people with a million pieces of paper with Alexander Hamilton's fugly mug on ['em]? *****
***** IBID.
It's into this fucked-up paradigm — the deep end of the shit pool, if you will — we've all been launched.
As if the above weren't enough to contend with, most people around you have chosen to take the blue pill, while you've taken the red. Attempt to show them the truth, and be attacked by rabid masses the way Winston Smith was in the movie 1984. ******
****** 1984:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajWC_J-jgLc
It is my thesis that flying saucers are real, and that they are spaceships from another solar system. I think that they possibly are manned by intelligent observers who are members of a race that may have been investigating our Earth for centuries.
― Professor Hermann Oberth, Father of Space Travel *
* Birnes, William, J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. Pocket Books. ISBN: 0743466748
It was approaching dusk when one other soldier and I were stationed in one of the ambulance trucks at the recovery site. Everything was being loaded onto trucks, and I couldn't understand why some of the trucks had ice or something in them. I did not understand what they wanted to keep cold. Our orders were not to look under the canvas tarp in the back. The moment we had a chance, I pulled back the covering. There were bodies…small bodies…and they had big heads and slanted eyes.
So stated Sergeant Melvin E. Brown during a deathbed confession regarding the Roswell Incident of 1947.
But Brown wasn't the only witness asserting whatever crashed in this distant region of New Mexico was of otherworldly origin. In fact, more than 600 purported observers to some portion of the event — most of them military — have offered up their testimony.
If you're on your deathbed, expressing your last words to immediate family, wouldn't you want to convey the most important thoughts on your mind? For decades, you never hint to interacting with a crashed UFO of extraordinary derivation in the southwestern desert. In fact, you don't even speak of the subject, in general. Then, with final breath, you reveal you were present — near Roswell, New Mexico — and witness to the bizarre events that occurred there in 1947.
So, what did crash outside the sleepy hamlet of Corona — in The Land of Enchantment — that year? Here's a subtle hint: It was a flying saucer! At least one, anyway.
The 600-plus witnesses referenced prior constitutes an argument formidable enough.
Combine this with the fact the U.S. military initially admitted to a downed disc in nationwide newspapers, and you've got a case any court of human law would deem authentic.
What did eyewitnesses have to gain by going public? Solely two — both military officers; one a medical doctor — penned books about the topic. Both did so late in life. Obviously, monetary compensation was not a factor in the confessions.
Could fame have been the catalyst for such an array of credible individuals coming forth?
Since mainstream media has perpetually relegated those reporting UFOs as less reliable than political promises, why would anyone willingly subject themselves to scorn? What's more, when the prospect of losing one's pension — should they go public — is dangled before them more conspicuously than Dick Rambone's dong, what would encourage so many individuals to speak out?
The inner serenity that comes with divulging the truth appears more of an incentive than originally imagined. Many of these witnesses to Roswell were threatened by the U.S. government with their lives. Chavez County Sheriff George Wilcox, wife Inez, schoolgirl Frankie Dwyer, rancher Mac Brazel's family, and numerous others were issued death threats if they revealed the truth.
Government: Kenny Loggins is more likely to release a death metal album than bureaucracies are to care for their populaces.
Why such secrecy if — as the U.S. hegemony asserts — all that crashed at Roswell was an ordinary weather balloon; the type launched daily by the military? Was it necessary to levy the ultimatum, "If you talk, we'll not only kill you, but your entire family," should the government be hiding a mundane object?
Moreover, who the fuck is Washington, D.C. — which only exists due to taxpayer's money — to threaten a population giving them life?! So much for democracy: rule by the people.
More than likely, you've heard some version of the events that took place in Roswell referenced on a warmed-over, mainstream cable show. You probably paid less attention to what was being presented than kale garnishing on a plate of prime rib. Well, guess what? Kale's big news now — featured as an appetizer, in salads, and even fried as vegetable chips.
In similar fashion, Roswell's also big news, and always has been, no matter the number of lame excuses the government provides to disregard it. Ah, government: What other entity is allowed to decide how it will testify — reference Dick Cheney and George W. Bush regarding 9/11 — changing its story as often as it pleases? When it comes to at least one otherworldly vehicle — which is what was uncovered at Roswell — how could that be anything but the biggest news in human history?
Let's cover the fundamentals concerning this event that took place in 1947.
At some point in July of that year — during a thunderstorm — something crashed in the middle of the night on the Foster Ranch near Corona, New Mexico. Mac Brazel — caretaker of the homestead — awoke to a wreckage field about a mile square, strewn with anomalous material. Mac, and others in the area, were accustomed to finding downed weather balloons sent aloft at nearby Roswell Army Air Field (RAAF). The debris the rancher discovered on this day, however, was vastly different from any he had encountered before. Thus, he decided to take the anomalous remains to Roswell — the closest town of appreciable size.
Doing so ignited one of the greatest cover-ups of the 20th century.
Local sheriff George Wilcox, and Roswell radio personality Frank Joyce, suggested Brazel bring the debris to RAAF, after failing to determine what it was.
Major Jesse Marcel — intelligence officer for the 509th Composite Bomb Group at the Roswell base — and Captain Sheridan Cavitt were sent to the Foster Ranch to investigate. Upon viewing the expansive debris field, the two men loaded their vehicles with as much of the wreckage as they could, and carted it back to RAAF. Along the way, Major Marcel stopped at his home, and showed the material to his wife Viaud, and son Jesse, Jr. All confirm the wreckage they handled consisted of "memory metal" — a foil-like material that wouldn't burn, dent nor tear, and returned to a smooth, flattened state, even after being wadded into a ball. In addition, abnormally light, yet strong I-beams — with unrecognizable markings on them — were observed.
When Marcel and Cavitt delivered the debris to the base, and it was determined to be of unknown origin, a press release was issued stating a flying saucer had been discovered. More wreckage was collected. Within hours, the army had retracted its original story, now asserting what they'd found was a downed weather balloon.
Under armed guard, with preeminent military officials present — is there such a thing? — debris was transported to Fort Worth Army Air Base in Texas. It was there General Roger Ramey held a deceptive press conference in which Major Marcel was ordered to pose for photographs with wreckage from a weather balloon. The military claimed Marcel — who had been explicitly trained to identify radar targets indicative of weather balloons — had made a mistake, unable to discern between balsa wood, neoprene and a flying saucer.
Less likely than The Rolling Stones are to be crowned Best New Band of 2015.
The government then engaged in an extensive, and surreptitious, clean-up of the debris field. Those who handled material were ordered to stay silent, bribed or threatened with their lives, as well as lives of their families.
Death threats? Over a commonplace weather balloon?
Two additional sites — one with the craft, itself; the other with up to four non-human pilots — were soon discovered.
Rancher Mac Brazel was sequestered by the military for nearly a week. Upon return to society, oddly enough, he was no longer referring to aliens and flying saucers. Instead, he was now embracing the government's cover story of a downed weather balloon.
The enigmatic craft, along with the bodies — one of which was allegedly alive — are speculated to have been flown to Wright Field — later re-designated Wright-Patterson Air Force Base — in Ohio.
To silence growing reports of aliens, the military again changed its verdict regarding Roswell. This time they asserted crash test dummies had been dropped from classified, aerial crafts. When researchers noted crash test dummies hadn't been employed in such experiments until 1953, and Roswell occurred in 1947, the military quietly placed its tail between its legs.
Sometime later, they offered up still another weak explanation for what had been found. This fourth false claim was a Mogul balloon — a string of neoprene weather balloons attached to a microphone, used to intercept Soviet atomic detonations.
First, how many times are we — as a populace — going to allow these fuckers to change their story before we acknowledge we're being lied to? Did we selectively forget the tale of the boy who cried wolf?
Second, if Major Jesse Marcel — specifically trained to recognize radar targets — couldn't determine a balloon from a flying disc, how did he graduate from Army Air Forces Training Command?
Third, Colonel William Blanchard was in command of Roswell Army Air Field — where the 509th Composite Bomb Group was stationed.
This elite assemblage dropped atomic weapons Little Boy on Hiroshima, and Fat Man on Nagasaki, Japan. At that time, the 509th was the sole atomic bombardier unit in the U.S. If Blanchard — who ordered the flying saucer explanation issued to newspapers — wasn't able to distinguish between an extraterrestrial vessel and a weather balloon, why the hell was he in command of the most lethal weapons known to man?!
Fourth, rancher Mac Brazel knew goddamned well what a weather balloon looked like. All farmhands in the region did, since they routinely discovered them strewn about their property, thanks to continual military testing of the devices. Because sheep, and often cattle, eat anything they find on the ground, it was essential local homesteaders dispose of weather balloon wreckage before livestock could get to it, and satiate on something that may choke them. In fact, an adjacent empty water tank was filled with downed weather balloons uncovered over the years.
Fifth, intransigent skeptics — who themselves don't believe their ridiculous conclusions, but refuse to accept a tsunami of proof — assert Project Mogul was Top Secret. Hence, these insular idiots allege the military acted appropriately, rather than excessively.
True, the aforementioned surveillance initiative was furtive, but the materials comprising the rudimentary craft were objects you could buy at a hardware store. Hence, the components of a Project Mogul array were anything but unique; i.e. something restricted. In fact, calling attention to what — on the surface — seemed just another weather balloon, would make no sense. If the military wished to keep its secrets, why wouldn't they simply retrieve this mundane material without bringing in high-ranking officials, cordoning off the area, vacuuming the site clean for days, flying the wreckage to three other military facilities and two states, and imposing death threats?
Sixth, after technology has advanced to such great extent, once-Top Secret programs are typically featured in museums, since they're now archaic, and control freak bureaucracies no longer feel the need to keep them hidden. The Bell X-1 and SR-71 Blackbird are but a sampling. If what crashed at Roswell was some sort of secret project the U.S. was attempting to keep under wraps, where are the overt displays of it? No longer need to hide whatever it was, as humanity now has satellites with the ability to count your scrotal hairs from miles above Earth.
Seventh, how does a weather balloon leave wreckage over — from different accounts — 250,000 square feet, up to approximately a mile in length? These apparatuses don't explode when they crash. They're filled with helium — an inert gas. Hence, they just deflate, coming down in one piece. Numerous individuals — like Staff Sergeant Earl Fulford — affirm visiting a debris site that stretched out for "hundreds of yards." According to Fulford:
The bus took about two hours. The site was northwest of Roswell. We went north up Highway 285, then west on the Corona road, which was a gravel road back then, past a little school house and some other structures, and then turned south onto a dirt road. I remember seeing a little house, which was not far from where we were going. When the bus stopped, we were told to get out. A major was in charge, and armed MPs ringed the site, which was situated at the base of gently sloping hills. Sgt. Rosenberger then handed each of us a burlap bag and told us to "police up" the site and put anything that we found in the bags.
I picked up small, silvery pieces of metallic debris, the largest of which was triangular in shape, about 3 to 4 inches wide by about 12 to 15 inches long. It looked like thin, light, aluminum foil that flexed slightly when I picked it up, but once in the palm of your hand, you could wad it up into a small ball. Then, when you let it go, it would immediately assume its original shape in a second or two — just like that! That was the only type of debris I saw that day. I thought to myself, "Hey, this stuff is neat. I'm going to keep a piece for myself." But they searched us thoroughly when we got back to make damned sure that none of us had anything of size. We didn't see any other type of debris or pieces of debris with writing on them, and we didn't see any bodies. We also did not see any balloons or balloon material. They launched weather balloons from in between barracks where I lived back on the base every day. I was familiar with them, and the debris wasn't from one of those. When we got back to the base, everything that we picked up was taken back to Hangar 3. We were then lined up and told one-by-one by our First Sergeant in no uncertain terms that we didn't see anything, and we didn't say anything; and if we did from that point forward, we might be courtmartialed. A few days later, I think it was on Saturday, our entire squadron was called together for a special meeting in Hangar 2 where we were addressed by our Squadron Commander, Maj. Harry Shilling. Also present was our second-in-command, Capt. Earl Casey, and a glowering First Sergeant Hardy who had been in my face a few days earlier. Capt. Casey gave the cautionary admonition to everyone present not to talk about anything they might have seen or heard in the past few days, but Maj. Shilling got right to the point, "You didn't see or hear anything. Nothing happened!"
Eighth, if a missing Project Mogul balloon was so important, why wasn't the military looking for it? Rancher Mac Brazel found anomalous debris. Had he not reported his discovery, it seemed the U.S. armed forces would have remained clueless as to what was found on the Foster Ranch. Major Jesse Marcel and Captain Sheridan Cavitt certainly had no idea the magnitude of the remains to which they'd be privy.
And then, of course, we've over 600 individuals — the majority of whom are highly credible military — testifying to having observed a cover-up by the government.
Let's start with the signed, sealed affidavit of First Lieutenant Walter Haut — RAAF Public Information Officer in 1947 — which was to be opened after his death.
My name is Walter G. Haut. […]
In July, 1947, I was stationed at the Roswell Army Air Base in Roswell, New Mexico, serving as the base Public Information Officer. […]
I was aware that someone had reported the remains of a downed vehicle by midmorning after my return to duty at the base on Monday, July 7. […]
By late in the afternoon that same day, I would learn that additional civilian reports came in regarding a second site just north of Roswell. […]
A preliminary briefing was provided by [Colonel William] Blanchard about the second site approx. 40 miles north of town. Samples of wreckage were passed around the table. It was unlike any material I had or have seen in my life. Pieces which resembled metal foil, paper thin yet extremely strong, and pieces with unusual markings along their length were handled from man to man, each voicing their opinion. No one was able to identify the crash debris. […]
At approximately 9:30 a.m. Col. Blanchard phoned my office and dictated the press release of having in our possession a flying disc, coming from a ranch northwest of Roswell […].
Before leaving the base, Col. Blanchard took me personally to Building 84, a B-29 hangar located on the east side of the tarmac. Upon first approaching the building, I observed that it was under heavy guard both outside and inside. Once inside, I was permitted from a safe distance to first observe the object just recovered north of town. It was approx. 12 to 15 feet in length, not quite as wide, about 6 feet high, and more of an egg shape. Lighting was poor, but its surface did not appear metallic. No windows, portholes, wings, tail section, or landing gear were visible.
Also from a distance, I was able to see a couple of bodies under a canvas tarpaulin. Only the heads extended beyond the covering, and I was not able to make out any features. The heads did appear larger than normal and the contour of the canvas over the bodies suggested the size of a 10-year-old child. At a later date in Blanchard's office, he would extend his arm about 4 feet above the floor to indicate height. […]
I am convinced that what I personally observed was some type of craft and its crew from outer space.
And what of Private First Class Eli Benjamin, who also attests to having experienced, firsthand, remnants of an otherworldly visitation:
I got myself ready, got my gun, and reported to the big hangar, as ordered. As near as I can recall, it was late afternoon or early evening at the time. While looking for my OIC [officer in charge] to get instructions for duties at the hangar, I came upon a commotion taking place at the main entrance to the hangar. Some MPs were trying to subdue an out-of-control officer who, among other things, appeared to be drunk as a skunk. I found out later that the officer in question was from my squadron and was the very officer — whose name I cannot now recall — was to have overseen the transfer of several "Top Secret items" from the big hangar to the base hospital, and I was there to help escort the transfer. I was later told that he had been to the crash site and had seen the ship. When this officer reported to the hangar and saw the small bodies, it was apparently too much for him to handle, and he just lost it. At this point, having just arrived myself, a Major or Lt. Colonel came out of the hangar, looked at the situation, and pointed at me. "You! Come over here," he said. "You're now in charge of this detail. Get these over to the base hospital!" He then pointed to three or four gurneys inside the hangar, each of which had something on it that was covered by a sheet. On one of the gurneys, whatever was under the sheet appeared to me to be moving. I saluted my acceptance and understanding of his order, and instructed the rest of the men in the detail to load the gurneys with their payload into the back of a truck that had just arrived for the purpose. Up to this point, I had no idea what we were transporting to the hospital. I would know soon enough, however. As the men were loading the truck, one of the gurneys slipped during the handoff, and the sheet covering it fell away, revealing the grayish face and swollen, hairless head of a species that I realized was not human. My orders were to deliver these to the base hospital's emergency room [Building 317] and remain there until relieved.
Upon arriving at the emergency room ramp, we proceeded to unload. I went in with the first gurney and stood aside near the doorway as the medical people took control of the gurney. A half-dozen or so medical and non medical officers quickly removed the covering sheet. I couldn't see too well from where I was standing because of the number of officers gathered around the gurney, but I could see well enough to make out that a very small person with an egg-shaped head that was oversized for its body was lying on the gurney. The only facial features that stick out in my mind now are that it had slanted eyes, two holes where its nose should have been, and a small slit where its mouth should have been. I think it was alive. The medical people were mostly just staring at it, but I'm not sure. After the rest of the gurneys were brought into the room, I was dismissed and told to return to my squadron, which I did. There, I was debriefed and made to sign a nondisclosure statement regarding what had just taken place. I was told that if I ever spoke about it, something bad would happen, not only to me, but also to my family. I heard later that the one species that was still alive was apparently taken to Alamogordo, then shipped to Texas or Ohio.
When all was said and done, Major Jesse Marcel — perhaps the key player in the reason the Roswell Incident is so widely known — had the following to say:
It was nothing we had ever seen before. It was not an aircraft of any kind; that I am sure of. We didn't know what it was. It was nothing made on this Earth.
Jesse's son — Jesse Marcel, Jr. — who also allegedly handled the crash wreckage, and later became a flight surgeon for the 189th Helicopter Battalion in Iraq, would conclude:
As did my late father, I have no doubt that what I saw in Roswell was unearthly in origin. The only questions that continue to nag at me are, first of all: from where did it come? Secondly, what does the government I have joyfully served for all these years have to gain from hiding the truth? And lastly — though just as worrisome as the other questions — to what lengths will it go to perpetuate the falsehood?
General Arthur Exon was stationed at Wright Field when the Roswell debris was delivered for testing. Exon — a lieutenant colonel in 1947 — was employed at the (FTD) Foreign Technologies Division. It was here ordnances seized from other nations were analyzed. Arthur was also part of Air Material Command, in Dayton, where crash remains were initially sent. In 1964, General Exon became base commander of Wright-Patterson, and — to the displeasure of the government — spoke freely regarding what occurred at Roswell.
According to Arthur, the belief amongst scientists inspecting the anomalous debris was that the:
...pieces [of wreckage] were from space. […]
They knew they had something new in their hands. [T]he metal and material was unknown to anyone I talked to. Whatever they found, I never heard what the results were. A couple of guys thought it might be Russian, but the overall consensus was that the pieces were from space. Everyone from the White House on down knew that what we had found was not of this world within 24 hours of our finding it.
In 1991, Thomas Jefferson DuBose — chief of staff to General Ramey during the Roswell Incident — divulged a government cover-up. Ramey was the architect of the weather balloon story, and DuBose — having been a colonel at the time — assisted in the deception. Retiring as a Brigadier General, Thomas DuBose had the following to say:
It was a cover story. The balloon part of it is the story that's to be given to the press, and that is it. And anything else, forget it.
DuBose avowed General McMullen — Deputy Head of Strategic Air Command — had supervised the Roswell clean-up, and admonished:
"you are not to discuss this, and this is […] more than Top Secret," as he said. "It's beyond that. […] [T]his is the highest priority [that] can exist, and you will say nothing." And that was the end of it. ***
*** Brigadier General Thomas BuBose:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4yVEEff8Gw
Counter Intelligence Corps Master Sergeant Lewis "Bill" Rickett — who assisted preeminent meteor expert Dr. Lincoln LaPaz in uncovering specifics regarding the crashed craft — had this to say:
The Air Force's explanation that it was a balloon is totally untrue. It was not a balloon. I never did know for sure exactly what its purpose was, but…it wasn't ours!
Sources:
Books:
Berliner, Don; Friedman, Stanton T. (2004). Crash at Corona: The U.S. Military Retrieval and Cover-Up of a UFO. Paraview Special Editions. ISBN: 1931044899
Carey, Thomas J.; Schmitt, Donald R. (2007). Witness to Roswell: Unmasking the 60-Year Cover-Up. New Page Books. ISBN: 1564149439
Marcel, Jesse Jr.; Marcell, Linda. (2009). The Roswell Legacy: The Untold Story of the First Military Officer at the 1947 Crash Site. New Page Books. ISBN: 1601630261
Online Movies:
Recollections of Roswell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuQXkTdv16g
Roswell: The UFO Cover-Up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_Y08U2gQXI
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait ’til their judgment day comes
― Black Sabbath *
* Black Sabbath:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jDvEbT0hb8
If governments were people, they would have been sentenced to countless executions by now, for the innumerable murders they've committed. Still, we humans continue to enable a force that has — throughout history — massacred us in droves, to do what it pleases.
Do we possess a death wish? What else can explain the lack of caring we display for our own lives?
Government is the ultimate Mafia. You pay both for "protection" against nothing. Even though U.S. citizens are informed China is their adversary, we've flown into Hong Kong International Airport. In fact, we stayed a week there — holed up — as the events of September 11, 2001 unfolded. We were neither accosted, nor threatened, nor held at gunpoint by enraged Chinese citizens during our stay. Proof positive what the United States' government is offering "protection" from is a fabricated and false menace.
Democracy is defined as government by the people. Being one of these people, do you feel you're governing anything?
If so, you're a shitty leader who hates him or herself.
How else would you explain your indentured servitude for 40 hours a week — at a place you loathe — that barely allows you to keep a roof over your head?
When politicians amass trillions of dollars by turning on the money machine and "legally" counterfeiting, yet you don't have enough to buy a can of peas, what exactly are you ruling over?
Did you choose to exterminate more than 1,000,000 people — most of them innocent civilians — in Iraq?
Did you determine to pay a bureaucracy to keep secrets from you for your own "benefit?"
Did you decide to bequeath large sums of your paycheck to a dominion that refuses to show you what it does behind closed doors?
In reality, you're not in control of anything at all, are you?
Most don't know it, but the word government derives from the Latin verb "gubernare" — meaning "to control," and the Latin noun "mens" — which translates to "mind." Thus, the term government literally means "mind control." ** ***
** Gubernare definition:
https://en.glosbe.com/la/en/gubernare
*** Mens definition:
https://en.glosbe.com/la/en/mens
Thanks to the advent and proliferation of the Internet, this fact is readily available.
Now knowing the definition of the word government, why would you believe anything this suppressive entity — which you solely fund, and thereby allow to be — has to say?
In the words of George Carlin:
I have certain rules I live by. My first rule: I don't believe anything the government tells me. Nothing. Zero. ****
**** George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub5RtAu-j0I
End the monetary system, and government disappears at your whim.
Do you like being controlled, enslaved, surveilled and exterminated? If so, what the fuck is your problem? You have the key to unlock your handcuffs, yet choose to remain subjugated? Creepier than the vision of the Pope as a professional babysitter.
In the words of Frederick Douglass:
Find out just what people will submit to, and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them; and these will continue until they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress. *****
***** Jamail, Dahr. (2009). The Will to Resist: Soldiers Who Refuse to Fight in Iraq and Afghanistan. Haymarket Books. ISBN: 1931859882
"Isms," "ologies" and "ocracies." Self-appointed leaders will offer them up as readily as a proud grandmother dispensing freshly-baked biscuits. When it came to Hitler, it was fascism. For Stalin, Stalinism. Bush, Clinton, Obama — and the rest of the 44 fuckups we've called presidents — trumpet their particular brand of corruption under the banner of democracy.
In truth, isms, ologies and ocracies are all the same. They all mean control. You can wrap a lit stick of dynamite in a hot dog bun, slather it in condiments and refer to it as a frankfurter, but you're still biting down on a lethal explosive.
From regime to regime, era to era, bureaucracies have immutably oppressed, while the masses have perpetually been enslaved.
Regard our paradigm as a pyramid. At the top are those who run the show; at the bottom, the populace. In between is knowledge suppressed from the multitudes, and thus used to keep the public in the dark.
In the past, government control came in the form of an Old World Order; i.e. this domination was vested in one person, known as a king. This monarch was at the top of the pyramid, and the population at the bottom.
Today, we have a New World Order, whereby a small faction of individuals — known as government — replaces the king. The public still remains at the bottom of the pyramid, and in between lies the wisdom being kept from us all.
Old World Order, New World Order: It's the same shit. There are just a few more folks at the top of the pyramid reaping all the benefits.
The reason Old World Orders were replaced by New is because the population wouldn't fall for a single leader these days. Kings are seen as primitive and outdated, even though governments are the same thing, with solely some extra individuals at the ruling apex. ******
****** Mark Passio: Street-Wise Spirituality:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOYTHg8cadY
Ask yourself how Barack Obama is any different than a despot? He's not. He declares war whenever he pleases; and thus exterminates innocents with the swish of his pen. He kills via drone strikes as it suits him. He levies constraining mandates on whomever he wants. The only way Barack Obama, George Bush, or any other president differs from a king is in name. Refer to him as a king, and the public envisions nightmarish, feudal imprisonment. Call him a president, and the ignorant masses see democracy through rose-colored glasses.
Dub it an old piece of garbage, and nobody wants it. Refer to it as an antique, and everybody has to have it. Edward Bernays' legacy in action. Please see the Unraveled blog for further details:
http://www.unraveled1.weebly.com/
In the end, whether the Old World Order, or New, both equate to slavery for the masses.
Via the CIA, FBI, NSA, and a slew of asinine, acronym government agencies, the president can not only spy on you, but have you arrested and murdered. Can you do the same to him?
When was the last time you declared bombing raids on a city filled with innocent citizens — thereby murdering tens of thousands — and weren't only provided immunity from the gas chamber, but granted a private jet to be chauffeured around in?
Isn't it strange how Hillary Clinton can openly admit:
The people we are fighting today we funded 20 years ago. […]
It was President Reagan in partnership with the Congress, lead by Democrats, who said, "You know what? Sounds like a pretty good idea. Let's deal with the ISI [ISIS] and the Pakistani military, and let's go recruit these Mujahideen. […] Let's get some to come from Saudi Arabia and other places. *******
******* Hillary Clinton al-Qaeda admission:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYKD_Qjhcwg
Isn't it even more bizarre how the population of the U.S. still backs coalition troops decimating areas filled with blameless people, in order to ferret out something they created? What of president after president asserting, "We refuse to negotiate with terrorists"? Isn't funding and spawning terrorists negotiating with them?
Moreover, why isn't the United States populace seeking revenge from the government for the alleged attacks on 9/11? Weren't we just apprised by Hillary Clinton al-Qaeda was created by the U.S. bureaucracy? Haven't we been told for the past 13 years — by that same regime — al-Qaeda is to blame for ruin wreaked on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon? Outraged masses didn't solely pursue vengeance on Frankenstein's monster; they went after Dr. Frankenstein, as well.
If a Pit Bull escapes its pen, running rampant through a town, killing six children, you don't just shoot the dog. You additionally go after the owner, since it's his fault for placing people in harm's way.
Consider countries the United States ritualistically attacks are far weaker opponents. The U.S. is the fearful playground bully, afraid to throw a punch at a foe his size.
Cogitate how these Third World nations, the United States invades, fortuitously happen to possess natural resources — typically oil — the U.S. covets. This is about as coincidental as the sunrise.
What's really happening — while folks watch their soap operas or football games — can be summed up by John Perkins, a former Economic Hit Man for the U.S. government:
That is what we EHMs [Economic Hit Men] do best: we build a global empire. We are an elite group of men and women who utilize international financial organizations to foment conditions that make other nations subservient to the corporatocracy running our biggest corporations, our government, and our banks. Like our counterparts in the Mafia, EHMs provide favors. These take the form of loans to develop infrastructure — electric generating plants, highways, ports, airports, or industrial parks. A condition of such loans is that engineering and construction companies from our own country must build all these projects. In essence, most of the money never leaves the United States; it is simply transferred from banking offices in Washington to engineering offices in New York, Houston, or San Francisco.
Despite the fact that the money is returned almost immediately to corporations that are members of the corporatocracy (the creditor), the recipient country is required to pay it all back, principal plus interest. If an EHM is completely successful, the loads are so large that the debtor is forced to default on its payments after a few years. When this happens, then like the Mafia we demand our pound of flesh. This often includes one or more of the following: control over United Nations votes, the installation of military bases, or access to precious resources such as oil or the Panama Canal. Of course, the debtor still owes us the money — and another country is added to our global empire.
Perkins elucidates how EHM strive to coerce leaders of Third World nations into accepting these unethical loans, at the expense of their populaces. Behind closed doors, bribes are offered. In the end, though, if rulers refuse to sell out, thus remaining loyal to their people:
an even more sinister breed steps in, ones we EHMs refer to as the jackals, men who trace their heritage directly to those earlier empires. The jackals are always there, lurking in the shadows. When they emerge, heads of state are overthrown or die in violent "accidents." And if by chance the jackals fail, as they failed in Afghanistan and Iraq, then the old models resurface. When the jackals fail, young Americans are sent to kill and to die.
Even though we're told this system of government currently killing us is a democracy, in our species' recorded history, there's never been such an order on Earth. You hear it all the time: "The United States is the first democracy ever!" Such is incorrect, as ancient Greece developed the term, using it to incarcerate and kill its population. Why wouldn't this non-existent body known as the U.S. do the same?
The goal of government — via the meaning of the term — is to control. Through control, anything's possible for this entity. In our current situation, it appears government wishes to exterminate as many of us as it can. From Fukushima raging unchecked, to the majority of nuclear power plants leaking their lethal product daily; from free energy being suppressed, to the unnecessary burning of toxic fossil fuels, governments are furtively doing everything they can to kill us. Anybody who condones the actions of those who are destroying us are what's known as morally culpable; i.e. they, themselves, are also guilty of this annihilation. Thus, soldiers who carry out orders given by corrupt leaders are liable. Those supporting the soldiers — family, friends, etc. — are also responsible.
The question arises concerning who is more morally culpable — the order-givers or the order-takers; i.e. rulers or soldiers.
The answer is the soldiers.
They pulled triggers, dropped bombs and fired mortars that killed the innocent civilians. Presidents solely gave the commands to do so, but didn't commit the actual acts. Hence, order-followers — who could refuse to commit these atrocities — are to blame, should they fire that RPG (rocket-propelled grenade) or shoot into an open crowd.
When it comes to soldiers, only they can pull the trigger. In the same token, only they can drop their guns and refuse to fight. ********
******** Mark Passio: Street-Wise Spirituality:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOYTHg8cadY
As stated in the Unraveled blog, soldiers are nothing more than hired killers. The ignorant or obstinate may euphemize, but consider the following:
Soldiers are paid, right? Hence, they're hired.
In addition, they aren't provided brooms nor dustpans when sent into battle. That would make them salaried floor sweepers. Soldiers aren't bequeathed sponges, nor buckets of soapy water. Thus, they aren't compensated car cleaners. Since they're neither provided paint brushes nor paint, it can be concluded they aren't paid house painters.
No, soldiers are given guns when sent into battle, and the only use for a gun is to kill.
Therefore, soldiers are hired killers. Don't kid yourself.
Additionally, don't deceive yourself that soldiers of every other country are innately evil, but those sporting U.S. uniforms are magically ethical, and actually peace keepers. If they promoted peace, they'd refuse to carry guns.
In addition, many soldiers claim to be fighting for democracy, but they're lying. They're fighting for money. Want proof? How many of them would face gunfire and lethal explosions if they weren't getting paid?
This said, unknown to most, numerous soldiers decline to follow orders given them by their respective governments, and therefore say, "No" to killing. It happens all the time, although you'll never hear about it — or anything else of worth — in mainstream media.
Perhaps some have figured out the dog tags bequeathed them equate to collars a master would place around his canine's throat. Dog tags designate nothing more than the attack dogs of the "elite." *********
********* Mark Passio: A Message to the Military:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gWCajGSwpY
To cite Henry Kissinger:
Military men are dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns for foreign policy. **********
********** Henry Kissinger:
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Henry_Kissinger
And ol' Hank's been part of the government how many decades now?
From U.S soldiers painting slogans the likes of "Fuck the War" and "Fuck the U.S. Marine Corps" on bathroom walls in Iraq, to military in the United States protesting any invasion, people are getting the message. Countless individuals are now comprehending the actual enemy is government of any kind, including their own.
Take the story of Steve Casey — a member of Iraq Veterans Against the War (IVAW), and an ardent protestor of the armed forces:
I watched soldiers firing into the radiators and windows of oncoming vehicles. Those who didn't turn around at checkpoints were neutralized one way or another. Well over twenty times I personally witnessed this.
Jason Hurd — previously based in Baghdad — now also disagrees with the U.S. occupation of Iraq:
We fired indiscriminately at this building. Things like that happened every day in Iraq. We reacted out of fear for our lives, and we reacted with total destruction. Over time, as the absurdity of war set in, individuals from my unit indiscriminately opened fire at vehicles driving down the wrong side of the road. People in my unit would later brag. I remember how appalled I was that we could be laughing about such things, but that was the reality…We're disrupting not only the lives of Iraqis but also the lives of our veterans with this occupation. If a foreign occupying force came here to the United States, do you not think that every person that has a shotgun would fight for his right for self-determination? Ladies and gentleman, that country is suffering from our occupation, and ending that suffering begins with the total and immediate withdrawal of all of our troops.
Whilst in Ramadi, Iraq, Eli Wright witnessed the following, and hence now denounces the war:
It was the scent of blood that hit me immediately on walking in there. It was a sort of old, stale scent of blood that had just permeated that place for a long time. And they walked us inside and there was this prisoner in there, completely naked except for a small little cloth tied around his waist, and he was standing up on top of a cinder block that was placed on end. They said that he had been there for three days. His scabbed hands, tied with zip ties that cut into his wrists were purple and swollen. This guy had the most confused, glazed look on his face.
He was being interrogated by several men who were just grilling him. They said he had been up for three days in this interrogation process. He had not slept. He had been standing on this cinder block for most of the time. They had this bucket of water, which they would splash on him whenever he dozed off. They took him off the cinder block and stood him against the wall and told us to start checking him out. And I didn't even know where to begin. He was covered in bruises, his face was all busted up and bleeding. This other medic started to check him out. Our task was more or less to see if the guy was stable, to ascertain if he was in any condition to continue his interrogation. […]
He was complaining of pain on the side of his chest, on his back. He had a lot of bruising on his ribs, so the medic started feeling his ribs, and he pressed on a couple of his ribs and the guy just screamed in pain and sort of buckled. They picked him up and slammed his back against the wall. […] I verified that his ribs were broken and the medic started feeling around the rest of the area around his ribs to feel if there were any more fractures, and then suddenly he cocked his fist back and punched him right in the broken ribs. And the guy just dropped and screamed. I was stunned. It shocked the hell out of me.
It was an important moment for me. Seeing a medic, a fellow care provider, violate our code of ethics, which is first and foremost to do no harm […] That's when I realized that we weren't there to help anybody. […] I never talked to anybody else about it. I was going to testify about it in Winter Soldier but was not able to. […]
The reason I did not speak out about what I felt all through my time in Iraq and later was fear of the consequences. Because I felt I was alone.
Innumerable accounts, like those above, will never be featured in mainstream media — more accurately called the propaganda arm of government. The public will be spuriously informed disgruntled soldiers are but a select few, and this unrest is to be expected from a small faction, when so many people are involved.
Back in reality, vast numbers of the armed forces don't agree with what they're doing, and many are turning to resistance in various forms. Some — being unable to cope with the situation — take extreme measures. Such was the quandary of Army reservist Douglas Barber, who wrote the following in an Internet article:
This war on terror has become a personal war for so many, yet the Bush administration do not want to reveal to America that this is a personal war. They want to run it like a business, and thus they refuse to show the personal sacrifices the soldiers and their families have made […].
All is not OK or right for those of us who return home alive and supposedly well. What looks like normalcy and readjustment is only an illusion to be revealed by time and torment. Some soldiers come home with missing limbs and other parts of their bodies. Still others will live with permanent scars from horrific events that no one other than those who served will understand. We come home from war trying to put our lives back together but some cannot stand the memories and decide that death is better. We kill ourselves because we are so haunted by seeing children killed and whole families wiped out.
Not long after uploading his post, Barber recorded the following message on his voice mail:
If you're looking for Doug, I'm checking out of this world. I'll see you on the other side.
Subsequently, he phoned the police, walked out onto his porch, engaged in a short altercation with local law, and blew his own head off with a shotgun.
In 2005, Colonel Westhusing — a direct subordinate to General Petraeus — purportedly committed suicide in similar fashion. Although the event remains of deep dispute, Westhusing supposedly left a message detailing his motives for killing himself. The letter in question reads:
You are only interested in your career[s] and provide no support to your staff — no [mission] support and you don't care. I cannot support a [mission] that leads to corruption, human right abuses and liars. I am sullied — no more. I didn't volunteer to support corrupt, money grubbing contractors, nor work for commanders only interested in themselves…I came to serve honorably and feel dishonored…I cannot live this way…Death before being dishonored any more…Why serve when you cannot accomplish the mission, when you no longer believe in the cause, when your every effort and breath to succeed meets with lies, lack of support, and selfishness? No more. Reevaluate yourselves, cdrs [commanders]. You are not what you think you are and I know it.
Not all military protest war with such drastic measures. Others elect to speak out — often in public forums — in order to alert the populace of the atrocities being committed.
Such is the case of Hart Viges, former Army mortar man, who had the following to say:
We were driving in Baghdad one day and found a dead body on the side of the road. We pulled over to secure the area and my friends jumped off and started taking pictures with it, smiling. They asked me if I wanted to join them, and I refused. Not because it was unethical, but because it wasn't my kill. Because you shouldn't make trophies of what you didn't kill. I wasn't upset this man was dead, but just that they shouldn't be taking credit for something they didn't do.
Stationed in Iraq, Scott Ewing conceded:
During my deployment, I saw far more civilians injured and killed than insurgents. There has been virtually no explicit reporting by the mainstream media of civilian casualties caused by U.S. troops in Iraq. Anytime a suicide bomber kills civilians, it is highly publicized, but my personal experience in Tal Afar has been that the number of Iraqis killed or injured by U.S. forces far outnumber those killed by insurgents or suicide bombers.
Of course, there are those who just refuse to fight. Known as "search and destroy" missions, these maneuvers were common practice in Vietnam. Troops were often sent into contentious regions to detect and demolish hostile forces and evacuate the area promptly afterward. In Iraq, numerous U.S. soldiers refer to these assignments as "search and avoid" duty.
Phil Aliff — with the Tenth Mountain Division — asserted:
During my stints in Fallujah and in the Abu Ghraib area of western Baghdad between August 2005 and July 2006, we probably ran three hundred patrols. Most of the men in my platoon were just in from combat tours in Afghanistan, and morale was incredibly low. Recurring hits by roadside bombs had demoralized us to such an extent that we decided the only way we could avoid being blown up was to stop driving around all the time. So every other day we would find an open field and park, and call our base every hour to tell them we were searching for weapons caches in the fields and doing weapons patrols and everything was going fine. All our enlisted people had grown disenchanted with our chain of command.
Stationed near Baghdad, infantryman Ronn Cantu stated:
On my second tour I was going on search-and-avoid missions. The patrols wouldn't go up and down the streets like they were supposed to, they would just go to a friendly compound with the Iraqi police or the Kurdish peshmerga [Kurdish militia] and stay at their compound and drink tea until it was time to go back to the base.
Ask yourself this obvious question: "How do you bomb the shit out of a country, in order to liberate it's people?"
As Audre Lorde declared, "Your silence will not protect you", *********** since the answer is: "You don't."
*********** Audre Lorde:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audre_Lorde
There's no ethical rationalization concerning what's being done to Afghanistan and Iraq. You might wish to shut the fuck up, or slap a Support the Troops sticker on your car, but what you're really saying is: "I want soldiers to fight, so I can continue to have my comfortable lifestyle."
There's nothing comfortable in a cancer rate heading toward 50% for any demographic, martial law implemented and no feasible method for storing ever-increasing amounts of nuclear waste, etc. If you believe such, you're hallucinating.
Talk of patriotism and dissent are misused. True patriots are those defending humanity. Insurgents are the individuals who've hijacked our species, with intent of enslaving and exterminating us. Hence, the real dissenters are those claiming to be our leaders — entities who lack patriotism to humans and this Universe.
The point is, you can resist. You can refuse to be complicit in the actions of government.
Simply put, you control bureaucracies. When you determine you've had enough, you can stop them whenever you desire.
In the words of famed actor Charlie Chaplin — via the movie The Great Dictator:
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others' happiness, not by each others' misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another.
In this world, there's room for everyone, and the good Earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much, and feel too little.
More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent, and all will be lost.
The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for Universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all.
Even now, my voice is reaching millions throughout the world. Millions of despairing men, women and children; victims of a system that makes men torture, and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say, "Do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed; the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people, and so long as men die, liberty will never perish."
Soldiers, don't give yourselves to brutes; men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives; tell you what to do, what to think or what to feel; who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men; machine men with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate. Only the unloved hate. The unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers, don't fight for slavery; fight for liberty! […]
You the people have the power; the power to create machines; the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful; to make this life a wonderful adventure. […]
Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world […] that will give youth the future, and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie. They do not fulfill that promise; they never will.
Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people.
Now, let us fight to fulfill that promise; let us fight to free the world; to do away with national barriers; to do away with greed, and hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason; a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. ************
************ The Great Dictator:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dX25PDBb708
Sources:
Books:
Jamail, Dahr. (2009). The Will to Resist: Soldiers Who Refuse to Fight in Iraq and Afghanistan. Haymarket Books. ISBN: 1931859882
Mungus, Hugh. (2013). Unraveled 2: When the Fabric of "Reality" Rips to Shreds. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1493522469
Mungus, Hugh. (2013). Unraveled 3: When the Fabric of "Reality" Tears to Pieces. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1494844826
Perkins, John. (2004). Confessions of an Economic Hit Man. Berrett-Koehler Publishers. ISBN: 576753018
Online Movies:
John Perkins: Zeitgeist Addendum:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLe9u9SffO0
Mark Passio: A Message to the Military:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gWCajGSwpY
Mark Passio: Cosmic Abandonment:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiCnrn6LkUo
Mark Passio: Street-Wise Spirituality:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOYTHg8cadY
Welcome to Fantasy Island!
― the slogan on Earth's tourism brochure
If you've been able to gulp down this much of The Red Pill, by now you should be questioning numerous beliefs you previously accepted as true. What follows are a few more considerations that should pave the path to enlightenment. Because intelligence is presently scattering like hash browns on a Waffle House skillet, contemplate the following.
One
Many claim the U.S. is the most wealthy nation ever. They're wrong.
First off, as proven in the Unraveled blog, countries don't exist. They're figments of our imaginations, created by those who wish to control us. What was once claimed to be the property of some Native American tribes is now allegedly land owned by the United States? Prior to these American Indian control freaks, some other bureaucracies did their best to coerce people into believing they owned this portion of the planet. And so on, and so on.
Back in reality, nobody — from the original fuckhead hegemonies, to the present assholes speciously declaring control — own anything on Earth. This Universe is our landlord, and can evict us anytime it pleases. Regimes come, and regimes go. Through them all, the planet has remained constant. Even after humans annihilate themselves with thermonuclear destruction — should this eventually occur — the Earth will be here.
Thus, countries are nothing more than make-believe borders existent solely in our minds. Yes, that means we're all insane.
If you still believe the Earth — a living being — recognizes these false boundaries we call nations, ask yourself if grass in the U.S. miraculously stops growing once it reaches the non-existent confines of Canada. Does wind from Mexico halt, and turn back when it hits the fictitious perimeter of the United States? Do rivers stop flowing between the made-up edge of one nation in Europe and another?
Get wise to the fact you've been brainwashed into accepting an imaginary reality, and start hauling your ass out of this delusional paradigm.
All that proven, the U.S. — being the fictional territory it is — is not the most wealthy of countries. In truth — unbeknown to most — those residing within the illusory borders of this fraudulent region are among the most poor.
Knowledge seems to be the currency of the cosmos. Don't believe us? Take a hundred dollar bill to Mars. Even better, take all the hundred dollar bills on Earth to Mars. Now, take the ability to terraform and colonize that — or any other planet — into space. Which do you think will become more imperative in your travels? Do you seriously believe a five hundred dollar bill will buy you anything in a solar system ten thousand light years away? If so, you're delusional.
That said, how much will the knowledge necessary to exist on faraway planets be worth, when the one upon which you reside, dies?
Thus, money is useless throughout this Universe. The same is true here on Earth. Knowledge is wealth.
Having established this truth, since the non-existent region known as the U.S. is so comprised of money and so depleted of knowledge, most of it's populace haven't an idea what's real. From a cosmic sense, the United States is bankrupt of wealth, and thus broke.
Thanks to mainstream media, it's beaten into our brains that space travel isn't profitable. Here's the last word on that subject: Unless we, as a species, find a way off planet Earth, we're fucked. Some natural event — deemed a catastrophe, from a human standpoint — will eventually occur, and we'll have nowhere to run.
Space exploration not profitable?! Without it, arrogant assholes in the mainstream media will no longer be around when this Universe destroys the planet upon which they're being allowed to live.
Two
You hear it all the time: "Thank God for this; thank God for that…"
People need to stop thanking God for their own achievements, and start thanking themselves.
Three
Isn't it strange how the oceans on Earth are one body of water, yet humans have divided them up as several? Exactly where does the Atlantic end, and the Pacific begin? Think the sea life in one ocean instinctively turns back once it reaches this imaginary line? How cavalier are we — one of millions of species on Earth — to believe we can designate the end of one ocean and the beginning of another?
Four
If you don't believe this paradigm is insane, consider we have a clock that keeps us informed of how close we are to exterminating ourselves with nuclear weapons. Called the Doomsday Clock, and developed in 1947, this allegorical timepiece is an obvious indicator of a sick society. * Don't agree? Then how come we don't have clocks keeping us apprised of how close we are to ending human hunger, or human poverty?
* Doomsday Clock:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doomsday_Clock
Five
Could time be an implement of incarceration created by the powers that be to control the human species? People rush about constantly, putting themselves and others at risk, so they can adhere to this confining concept. Is it possible time solely exists on this planet, and nowhere else in this Universe?
Six
"Somebody paid good money for that."
There's no such thing as good money. All money is bad. It keeps our species enslaved.
Seven
"I want to thank you for everything you do."
"Great! Everything? Well, we shit. That's one of the things we do. Would you be thanking us for that?"
Eight
"At least we're no longer in the Cold War."
Give us a fuckin' break! What follows is the www.dictionary.com definition of a cold war:
a continuing state of resentful antagonism between two parties short of open hostility or violence.
Wow! With tens of thousands of nukes on Earth, pointed at everything in sight, able to be launched in seconds, that doesn't sound at all like our current situation. We're deeply embroiled in a cold war, as we speak! Don't kid yourself.
Nine
We shout we’re Americans ― thus united ― and then fuck each other out of a promotion. On the anniversary of 9/11, we profess our camaraderie, and the next day sell each other shit we don’t need so we can individually gain.
Ten
Doesn't the idea we're all born of sin smack of a lifetime of servitude, having to pay off our debt? Sounds like something a Mafia enforcer would tell a small shop owner. How is an innocent infant — who's never done anything besides breathe, eat, shit and sleep — born into sin?
Sources:
Books:
Mungus, Hugh. (2013). Unraveled 2: When the Fabric of "Reality" Rips to Shreds. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1493522469
Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you, all around you!
― Street Preacher *
* They Live:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcidKce8tGE
They're all the same. I'll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here:
"I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs."
"I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking."
"Hey, wait a minute! There's one guy holdin' up both puppets!"
― Bill Hicks **
** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrjWALYlH0A
Now my grandmother was a wonderful person. She taught me how to play the game Monopoly. She understood that the name of the game is to acquire. She would accumulate everything she could, and eventually she became the master of the board. And then she would always say the same thing to me. She'd look at me, and she'd say, "One day, you'll learn to play the game."
One summer, I played Monopoly almost every day, all day long. And that summer, I learned to play the game. I came to understand the only way to win is to make a total commitment to acquisition. I came to understand that money and possessions — that's the way that you keep score.
And by the end of that summer, I was more ruthless than my grandmother. I was ready to bend the rules, if I had to, to win that game. And I sat down with her to play that fall. I took everything she had. I watched her give her last dollar, and quit in utter defeat.
And then she had one more thing to teach me. Then she said, "Now it all goes back in the box. All those houses and hotels. All the railroads and utility companies. All that property, and all that wonderful money. Now it all goes back in the box. None of it was really yours. You got all heated up about it for a while, but it was around a long time before you sat down at the board, and it will be here after you're gone. Players come, players go. Houses and cars, titles and clothes, even your body."
'Cause the fact is that everything I clutch and consume and hoard is gonna go back in the box, and I'm gonna lose it all.
You have to ask yourself, when you finally get the ultimate promotion, when you've made the ultimate purchase, when you buy the ultimate home, when you have stored up financial security, and climbed the ladder of success to the highest rung you can possibly climb it, and the thrill wears off — and it will wear off — then what?
How far do you have to walk down that road before you see where it leads?
Surely you understand it'll never be enough. So you have to ask yourself the question, "What matters?" ***
*** John Ortberg: Monopoly:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_tFYqz-Igk
The sails filled with precious wind the way a gluttonous man's gut does a platter of pudding. Like so many times before, the open ocean awaited the mariners. These men had constructed substantial ships, and were thus able to travel the seas. This had transformed them into gods; deities known as the Great Pirates (G.P.).
While the remainder of humans were land-locked — confined by oceans surrounding them — the G.P. wandered effortlessly over the Earth. Ergo, they understood the planet was round, during an epoch in which most believed it was flat.
The Great Pirates knew that by sailing long enough in one direction, they would return to their original starting point. Consequently, they realized the celestial body on which they lived was spherical.
Possessing such erudition provided the G.P. great advantage over others, as they could travel to far off ports, and return with exotic treasures — for which they commanded exorbitant fees. To the few aware they existed, the Great Pirates were apotheosized. It appeared, to the land-locked, the G.P. were performing miracles every time they'd leave with one cargo, and return with something else of alluring nature.
The Great Pirates were anything but caring and kind. Coveting power, they used their asset to enslave those on land. Whilst voyaging overseas, they assigned leadership of these populaces to an exclusive few they referred to as kings.
These rulers were to keep the masses under control during the Great Pirates' absence. In addition, these sultans were not to speak to the people about the G.P. — who hid behind the scenes, camouflaged from public view. Should emperors reveal the existence of the Great Pirates, they would be killed.
In this way, the G.P. ruled the masses without the proletariat aware of their presence.
So stated R. Buckminster Fuller in his book Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. Do the Great Pirates bear a strong resemblance to those currently controlling humanity? Out of the purview of slumbering masses, insidious individuals manipulate us continuously. These entities have access to commodities and technologies the rest of us don't. They bestow us a trinket here and another there, but these pittances pale in comparison to what they possess, either secretly or overtly.
Don't believe us?
Do you own a thermonuclear weapon?
Who knows what these individuals have access to behind closed doors? At this point, they may be so much more technologically advanced than the public, they're what's referred to as a Breakaway Civilization — a faction of society speedily progressing, unknown to the rest of its constituents. ****
**** Dolan, Richard M.; Zabel, Bryce. (2012). A.D. After Disclosure: When the Government Finally Reveals the Truth About Alien Contact. New Page Books. ISBN: 1601632227
If the Breakaway Civilization becomes so much more precocious than the rest of the population, it has the potential to become a separate species from that which it derived. As such, it's possible a certain sect of humanity have secretly advanced so much further than the remainder of us, they no longer are us, but rather something else.
You see them on the street. You watch them on TV. You might even vote for one this fall. You think they're people just like you.
You're wrong. Dead wrong. *****
***** They Live movie poster:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096256/?ref_=nv_sr_1
We're imparted cellphones, wireless Internet and amusing computer games. As such, we think we're advanced. We might know how to use this technology — to minimal extent — but can we create it? Could you construct a smartphone from scratch?
Moreover, whilst entertaining ourselves with vacuous apps, praising our fallacious ingenuity, what technology are those behind the scenes employing? It's possible — with how expeditiously industrialization has advanced in the last century — a device 50 years more state-of-the-art than what the public has access to, may appear, in the eyes of an ignorant population, indistinguishable from magic. Ponder how slowly technology advanced from 1000 AD to 1800 AD. Thus, if we were to bring a laptop computer back to society 500 years ago, we'd probably be viewed as a heretic, witch or god.
So, the Great Pirates controlled solely due to a monetary system. When talking money, we mean barter, as well. If you broach the subject of eliminating cash, so many people ignorant of reality will respond with, "You're right. We should return to a form of trade."
This is inaccurate. Bartering and money add up to the same thing: "If you don't possess what I want, I'll deny you this good or service…even if you die as a result."
Again, canceling the monetary system goes back to the fact nobody owns anything. It's eventually all gonna go back in the box, no matter who you are. If we, as a species, understand this, and act upon it, we cease allowing money, and those with it, to control us. No one buys and sells anything because nobody owns anything, and everything is freely, and evenly, available to everyone.
In a system without money, the G.P. — and those who conduct themselves like them — immediately cease retaining power. You've just taken the wind out of the sails of the Great Pirates. You've drained the vital fluid from the body politic, body religion, corporations, and any other specious institutions we've allowed to control us. You've released yourself from slavery — as you always had the key — and your jailor is no more.
Intoxicated with a delusional, psychopathic mindset, those who once controlled you will be forced to conform to this new paradigm — one founded in sustainability, renewable energy, abundance, caring and empathy for all. If your former imprisoners refuse to integrate, they'll stand out like Jason Alexander in a hair metal band. Thus, they'll be ostracized. Anybody who hoards or plunders in a paradigm where everything is free, will be immediately viewed as the sociopaths they are.
Additionally, these individuals will die; not by your hand, but their own, since they've lost their impetus — which is control — for existing. Thus, they'll simply perish if they've nothing left to live for, and refuse to acclimate to this new version of humanity on the planet.
The choice will be theirs to make. Conform to logic and the benefit of everyone, or allow yourself to die. No trial need be held — since that would perpetuate this arrogant and insane system we refer to as man-made "legalities." No shots need be fired to begin this revolution — as doing so maintains the violence and bloodshed these evil entities thrive upon.
Don't believe the powers we've allowed to be flourish as a result of human suffering?
Just watch the mainstream news — a task most detest doing, because it's nothing but class distinctions, famine, poverty, rampage and war.
Currently, akin to the G.P., our captors control via the largest and most pervasive religion known to humans on this planet; i.e. the monetary system. Whether you refer to yourself as atheist, Buddhist, Catholic, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or otherwise, almost invariably you're adhering to, and preserving, money. Thus, the monetary system is far more all-encompassing a religion than any of the above sacerdotal systems. In size and number of devotees, money overtakes them all.
Hence, even though atheism is a religion — the devout belief there is no God — most professing to be atheists argue they're non-religious. As long as they back a monetary system, they're as religious as it gets.
Huge savings!
Sale of the century!!
No payments for one year!!!
Almost everywhere you go, you see the lies. Still, you pretend not to notice.
They'll act as though they're doing you a favor. However, when you comprehend everything should be free, offering a credit card at 0% APR for the first nine months is a rip off! Charging anybody anything — be it a billion dollars, or one cent — is a scam!
If you realize there should be no price tags at all, you see nothing but corruption every time you enter a retail outlet, grocery store or shopping mall — fees on everything that should be complimentary.
Certain individuals endorse buying as much gold and silver as possible, as it's stressed these metals have real value, whereas money doesn't.
Talk about a joke less humorous than purchasing a blind guy a Big Screen TV!
If you're stranded in the freezing tundra — a thousand miles from civilization — with no means of communication to the remainder of society, what good is 10,000 pounds of gold gonna do you? It would be an albatross around your neck. Best of luck burning it to keep warm, so as to stay alive.
To paraphrase R. Buckminster Fuller, if you find yourself on a sinking ship with a cache of gold, that "precious" metal would be the last thing you'd cling to. If you did grab on to it, you'd sink immediately, and therefore drown. ******
****** Fuller, R. Buckminster. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
It would be fantastic if we could don pairs of Hoffman Lenses — like characters in the movie They Live — in order to see the evil entities among us. Fortunately or unfortunately, we simply have to count on our own intelligence to guide us regarding who to trust, and who to doubt.
Does all this mean our species on this planet is being controlled via an alien force? Absolutely.
Whether you refer to them as psychopaths, sociopaths or reptilians, they're individuals who don't have our best interests in mind.
Are they of otherworldly origin, shape-shifters, or beings that can imitate human form? This remains to be confirmed. That said, as vast as this Universe is, as little as we know about it — and as clearly as these entities despise us — it shouldn't be an explanation dismissed without further investigation.
We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep. […] [H]uman rights are nonexistent.
They have created a repressive society, and we are their unwitting accomplices. […] We have been lulled into a trance.
They have made us indifferent to ourselves, to others. We are focused only on our own gain. Please understand, they are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their primary method of survival. Keep us asleep; keep us selfish; keep us sedated. *******
******* They Live:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V-4JHT2q3w
Sources:
Books:
Dolan, Richard M.; Zabel, Bryce. (2012). A.D. After Disclosure: When the Government Finally Reveals the Truth About Alien Contact. New Page Books. ISBN: 1601632227
Fuller, R. Buckminster. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
Fuller, R. Buckminster. (1969). Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. Pocket Books. ISBN: 0671780468
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
― Jiddu Krishnamurti *
* Jiddu Krishnamurti:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EewGMBOB4Gg
Humanity on Earth — being offspring of the cosmos — is deeply embroiled in it's own soap opera, only this show's entitled All My Retarded Children.
It's not only acceptable to execute your own species, it's celebrated, as you're bestowed medals for doing so.
You revere people who collect more meaningless strips of fabric — known as cash — than others.
Mass murderers are your leaders.
You remodel your house, yet do everything you can to decimate the planet upon which it's built.
You've no way off Earth — should you be forced to escape — and you're doing nothing to fix that.
You watch egomaniacs pretend to be other people on an invention called a TV — whilst wishing you were them.
You believe you're the ultimate species, yet you've never left the planet, and couldn't do so if you needed to.
You abbreviate your life by adhering to cults known as religions, that keep you segregated from your own kind, and compel you to denounce others.
Yet, you're fine with all this. In fact, you believe this is reality.
That's what you get when you take the blue pill.
In the words of Bill Hicks:
Quit putting a goddamned dollar sign on every fuckin' thing on this planet! **
** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkfBflLg8gY
Ostensibly, Sam Walton — the founder of Walmart — was doing his damnedest to accumulate more cash, from his hospital bed, mere days before he died… ***
*** Fishman, Charles. (2006). The Wal-Mart Effect: How the World's Most Powerful Company Really Works — and How It's Transforming the American Economy. The Penguin Press. ISBN: 1594200769
What a fuckin' loser!
Pay for 10,001 hookers, so you can best Wilt Chamberlain's record; overdose on psychotropic drugs; give your billions — including all the stores you own — to starving people the planet over! Anything worthwhile, but instead you spend your last moments in this corporeal form collecting worthless swatches of cloth?!
C'mon, people. When are ya' gonna scream, "Enough's enough," and drop this monetary system that's killing our species on Earth?
Why do we work so hard? For what? For this? Paper?
Other people; they bomb, they steal, they get away with murder. They create currency out of thin air, and lone it out at interest. Interest!
Why aren't you like that? Why aren't we like that?
Because we're sleepwalking, brainwashed debt slaves, that's why. […]
To the elite we're inferior. […]
It's pretty simple. You work hard, watch TV, take pills and vote once a year. You operate strictly from your left brain. As for all this paper [money], it doesn't even exist. Just numbers on a screen. ****
**** Joy Camp:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4L8QMNJyiU
Still, every day, billions of us curtail our lives over something that isn't even real. Stock markets rise, and stock markets fall, and yet — back in reality — nothing is happening. Nothing! Still, imbeciles leap to their deaths from high-rise windows, as a result. What a bunch of morons! How stupid — and pissed off — would they feel if they knew they killed themselves over nothing?
Good idea: using condoms.
Bad idea: re-using condoms.
Good idea: not believing in a monetary system.
Bad idea: killing yourself because of a thing that doesn't even exist.
And what of these anthropogenic laws we're told we have to adhere to? Talk about a joke less funny than buying a double leg amputee a pair of shoes!
In a region of Germany, it's illegal to include anything but hops, malt, water and yeast in beer you're making.
Can you imagine being arrested for putting strawberries in your ale?
"What are you in prison for, big fella'?"
"I killed, and ate, my whole family. I burnt an entire city to the ground, raping anything, or anyone, I could find still alive in the smoldering ashes. What are you in for, little man?"
"I put strawberries in my beer."
"You're mine now, bitch!"
In Virginia, it's a crime to practice oral sex — whether giving or receiving.
What the fuck—?!
Picture this scenario: You're in bed with your wife, and feeling affectionate. You crawl between her legs, and the next thing you know, Jack Lord and the cast of Hawaii Five-0 crash through your plate glass window — armed like a Seal team — ready to arrest you.
Governor Rick Perry incriminated on abuse of power charges? What is that?! Sounds like something as egregious as sprinkling when tinkling. Why not prosecute him, and all politicians, for what they're truly guilty of? Preserving a system that's annihilating us all; i.e. mass murder.
At one point it's not okay to eat meat on a certain day; the next it is?! If you're stupid enough to believe any man-made law is valid, you're exactly what the powers currently controlling us want.
The only laws that exist in reality are known as natural laws — Universal, non-anthropogenic conditions ruling the consequences of behavior. Natural laws are constant — on Earth anyway — cosmic mandates acting as the governing dynamics of consciousness. *****
***** Mark Passio: Natural Law:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1pkJaNbzLU
We could go into detail here, but our blogs are about concision and ease of understanding. Hence, a man-made law would be a decree not binding anywhere but within the myopic minds of those mandating it, and those wishing to adhere to it. Let's say something like not being able to turn left at a particular street sign. Hit the intersection in question, and hang a south paw late at night. Your car won't be broadsided, and — although you may incur a ticket — you'll still be able to perform the maneuver in question.
An example of a natural law would be walking off a 500 foot cliff over a bed of jagged rocks. Invariably, you'll die. This is conclusive and immovable. The law of gravity cares not if you're an innocent child taking that step off the precipice, or a mass murderer the likes of Barack Obama. You'll meet your demise, either way.
When it comes to natural laws, there's no sympathy, and no malice. There's only what is.
Natural laws exist in the paradigm of those who take the blue pill, but individuals in this domain choose to believe otherwise. Rather, they drown themselves in what's known as cognitive dissonance — something a considerable portion of the human population engages in when shown the truth.
You're presented with reality, but because it doesn't gibe with how you wish to exist, you force yourself to believe a lie. ******
****** Cognitive dissonance:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_dissonance
Glaring examples of this are the more than 1,000 nukes the U.S. government detonated on its own populace. Since it's too scary to believe the American bureaucracy could have committed such vicious atrocities out of malice, people choose to believe the insane justification these genocidal acts were executed for a demented, non-existent tenet known as "national security." Once again, how do you drown a population in radioactive fallout for its own benefit?! Adding insult to injury, you send your children to propaganda factories — termed school — to be indoctrinated into believing this obvious bullshit.
Engaging in cognitive dissonance is lying to oneself, and doing so is a blatant indication of insanity. In contemporary terms, cognitive dissonance is known as denial.
That said, venture forth into a public arena, and literally prove to the populace 9/11 was an inside job. The facts supporting such are overwhelming! No amount of evidence matters. Observe the reactions of individuals to your exposure of the truth. You'll incur everything from rage, to profuse weeping, to being ignored as if you weren't there, speaking. Every technique will be employed so people can continue to immerse themselves in cognitive dissonance — residing in their fantasy realm, as opposed to living in reality.
Again, welcome to what you get — this paradigm in which you currently reside — when you take the blue pill.
Sources:
Books:
Fishman, Charles. (2006). The Wal-Mart Effect: How the World's Most Powerful Company Really Works — and How It's Transforming the American Economy. The Penguin Press. ISBN: 1594200769
Online Movies:
Mark Passio: Natural Law:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1pkJaNbzLU
That's it for me, religion's fuckin' finished. […] It's fuckin' over! You've had a couple a thousand years. Ya' fucked it. […] It's fuckin' over!
Take your Reformation, your Vatican, your fuckin' Mecca and fuck off!
― Billy Connolly
The more you begin to investigate what we think we understand, where we came from, what we think we're doing, the more you begin to see we've been lied to. We've been lied to by every institution. What makes you think for one minute that the religious institution is the only one that's never been touched?
The religious institutions of this world are at the bottom of the dirt. The religious institutions in this world are put there by the same people who gave you your government, your corrupt education, who set up your international banking cartels…
Because our masters don't give a damn about you or your family. All they care about is what they have always cared about, and that's controlling the whole damn world.
We have been misled away from the true and divine presence in the Universe that men have called God. I don't know what God is, but I know what he isn't. And unless, and until you are prepared to look at the whole truth, and wherever it may go, whoever it may lead to — if you want to look the other way, or if you want to play favorites — then somewhere along the line you're gonna find out you're messing with divine justice.
The more you educate yourself, the more you understand where things come from, the more obvious things become, and you begin to see lies everywhere. You have to know the truth, and seek the truth, and the truth will set you free.
— Jordan Maxwell *
* Jordan Maxwell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xDp1ehg7Yk
Here's the scenario: You're buying a used car on Craigslist. One day, you're speaking with the owner online. He informs you the vehicle in question has 125,000 miles on it, five previous owners and two prior accidents.
The following day, you hop on the Internet to discover the owner has become severely ill, and his brother has taken over negotiations for him. Miraculously, the same car has now been driven no more than 14,000 miles, seen one prior owner and never been in a fender-bender.
Do you still buy the vehicle?
Of course not. You're not an idiot.
That said, billions of people have purchased that car, when they decided to place belief in the Bible. Akin to the asserted owner of the vehicle — whom you don't know — you've no idea who the hell wrote the Bible. For all you're aware, it could be the irrational musings of an amalgamation of lunatics living in the woods, high on psychedelic fungi, well over a thousand years ago.
In addition, "the good book" — which is anything but — contradicts itself continuously, just like the ostensible owner of the Craigslist car, and his supposed brother.
Hence, if you're not gonna believe one, why believe the other? In order to go to heaven? The same authors who can't keep their stories consistent are the ones telling you there is a heaven.
Let's put it this way: If some obviously pregnant chick professed she became so without having sex, would you believe her?
Nope.
Moreover, if the crazy in question ran around town, proclaiming she was still a virgin, some "child protection agency" would probably seize her kid — once birthed — as the woman would be deemed an unfit mother.
Still, at least 2.2 billion people on Earth buy the fantasy of Mary's Immaculate Deceptio— Conception.
To quote Thomas Paine — who was categorized a Founding Father of the U.S.:
Were any girl that is now with child to say, and even to swear it, that she has gotten with child by a ghost, and that an angel told her so, would she be believed? Certainly she would not.
Paine spent a terrifying portion of his life imprisoned in France — facing possible execution on a daily basis — writing a book now known as The Age of Reason. This publication uses nothing more than the Bible as its sole reference source, in order to thoroughly confirm "the good book" is no more than a horrendous work of fiction.
For this, Thomas Paine was renounced by his peers — the same Founding Fathers who exalted him for penning Common Sense; a pamphlet that galvanized colonists to break away from England.
In The Age of Reason, Paine not only reveals the tremendous inconsistencies of the Bible, but also the inordinate cruelty displayed by a supposed benevolent and loving God:
It is from the Bible that man has learned cruelty, rapine, and murder; for the belief of a cruel God makes a cruel man. That bloodthirsty man, called the prophet Samuel, makes God to say, (1 Sam. xv. 3,) "Now go and smite Amaleck, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not, but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass."
Really? You're gonna massacre the livestock, as well? How is this the mandate of a loving deity? We shudder to see what this ass detesting clown would be like if he was a hateful god.
What if some fucker ambled onto somebody else's farm today, and slaughtered as many cows, horses and pigs as he could, asserting voices in his head told him to do so? Would you believe him?
Of course not. Moreover, the guy would either be shipped to a mental institution, or incarcerated in prison for decades.
Multitudinous passages within the Bible, displaying such overt evil, forced Thomas Paine to conclude:
Whenever we read the obscene stories, the voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and torturous executions, the unrelenting vindictiveness, with which more than half the Bible is filled, it would be more consistent that we called it the word of a demon, than the Word of God. It is a history of wickedness, that has served to corrupt and brutalize mankind; and, for my own part, I sincerely detest it, as I detest everything that is cruel.
In part, this flagrant malevolence demanded by the god of the Bible led Paine to declare:
I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, not by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church.
All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.
Face it, the Bible is one lengthy, boring read most who profess to believe won't ever pore over. Hence, they've no idea the cruelty and immorality within. They're simply told by parents — who probably never read the Bible, either — it's a book of love, teaching ethics. Nothing could be further from the truth. For copious examples of barbarity displayed in the Old Testament, just visit evilbible.com. Passages pulled precisely from that first portion of the Bible, exposing the nefarious nature of the tome in question.
But it wasn't only the odious character of the Bible that led Thomas Paine to bring to light the book's uselessness. It was also the fact this publication contradicts itself constantly. How can a form of reference be valid, if it's perpetually negating itself?
You've just purchased a hand-held, circular saw. On page one of the instruction manual, you're informed if you don't engage a particular safety feature, you'll inadvertently amputate your fingers while using this product.
On page two, however, you're told if you do engage this same feature, you'll end up severing your digits. By page three, you're apprised you'll dismember yourself, if you simply turn the saw on.
Do you use the saw, being that its instruction manual is filled with discrepancies?
Unless you're one of those strange individuals who doesn't feel complete until amputating some of their own appendages, the answer is obviously, "No." Instead — like anyone displaying logic — you return the tool, and buy a different brand.
In the same token, how is one supposed to place credibility in what the Bible tells you, if it's constantly contradicting itself?
Since we've already done a competent and pithy job of dismissing the Old Testament in What's to Stop an Atheist From Lying on the Witness Stand?, let's allocate the rest of this chapter to the New Testament and the quandary of contradictions it is.
A significant portion of the New Testament consists of Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
As suggested by many, the New Testament may have been written hundreds of years after Christ allegedly walked the Earth. If such is the case, how could it be a firsthand account of anything Jesus allegedly did?
In addition, how can one accurately remember what happened centuries ago? Most individuals can't recall what occurred in their own lives, no less, last week. Hence, we may have a version of the telephone game here. One generation apprises the next what they perceive happened, while that second generation imparts a skewed rendition of the supposed events to a third; the third to a fourth, and so on. After the passing of hundreds of years, you've got a completely different story than that of the original.
Furthermore, Paine states:
About three hundred and fifty years after the time that Christ is said to have lived, several writings of the kind I am speaking of were scattered in the hands of divers[e] individuals, and as the church had begun to form itself into an hierarchy, or church government, with temporal powers, it set itself about collecting them into a code, as we now see them, called The New Testament. They decided by vote, as I have before said in the former part of [T]he Age of Reason, which of those writings, out of the collection they had made, should be the word of God, and which should not. The Rabbins of the Jews had decided, by vote, upon the books of the Bible before.
As the object of the church, as is the case in all national establishments of churches, was power and revenue, and terror the means it used, it is consistent to suppose that the most miraculous and wonderful of the writings they had collected stood the best chance of being voted.
As Thomas Paine declared, if Matthew, Mark, Luke and John — who were allegedly living in close proximity to one another — couldn't agree on the same story, the New Testament was obviously not written by them, but by other individuals.
When it comes to the New Testament, we're left with the Beatles producing an album on which George, John, Paul and Ringo simultaneously croon contrasting lyrics to the same songs. The tome in question is jumbled chaos no one has been able to comprehend for well over 1,500 years.
Over the course of more than a millennium, most folks believed the New Testament was composed by those for whom the individual books were named. Today, such a theory is highly questioned, not solely by those who denounce the Bible, but many theologians who study it.
If Matthew, Mark, Luke and John didn't pen the books to which their names are attributed, who did? We're left with an anonymous publication.
Should someone you'd never met before engage you on the street, bequeathing you an unsigned book he swore contained answers to everything, would you live your life by it?
You'd be more likely to shove your own foot up your ass. Yet, that's exactly what 2.2 billion people are doing, when they believe in the Bible.
"I don't know who the fuck wrote this thing, but goddamn we gotta place all our faith in it, people! Says here in chapter six we need to dunk our balls in battery acid, and knit our nipples to the rear of a Greyhound bus minutes before departure. Let's do this!"
Sounds stupid, after being reduced to its basics, doesn't it?
When exposing the falsehood of the New Testament, why not kickoff with Jesus Christ (J.C.) — leading cast member of the book? Christianity informs us J.C. was sent to Earth to spread God's message to all nations. Unfortunately, Christ only spoke Hebrew. Since hundreds of languages were in use on Earth at the time Jesus was allegedly here, and no printing presses present, how is disseminating this information possible?
As Paine discloses, solely humans — who, at that time, believed the world was flat, and walkable in its entirety — would assume such could be accomplished. An omniscient deity would know better.
But how was Jesus Christ to make anything known to all nations? He could speak but one language, which was Hebrew; and there are in the world several hundred languages. Scarcely any two nations speak the same language, or understand each other; and as to translations, every man who knows anything of languages, knows that it is impossible to translate from one language into another, not only without losing a great part of the original, but frequently of mistaking the sense; and besides all this, the art of printing was wholly unknown at the time Christ lived.
Also, don't you think the son of God would be able to speak any, and all, languages he wanted? After all, the dude purportedly rose from the dead, didn't he?
In addition, if it had been Jesus' objective to create a new religion, why didn't he write the dogma upon which it was based himself, or have it written by others while he was living? The Bible is the playbook manual for Christianity. As such, why not compose it while the quarterback is still alive? Leaving it to chance that someone else may pick up the ball at a later date seems risky.
Let's begin with Matthew 2:16. In this verse, Herod — ruler of the Jews, and a real party guy — ordered the execution of all boys in and around Bethlehem "two years old and under." What's life without a hobby?
Only Matthew writes about this. John, Luke and Mark don't even mention it. You'd think such a drastic and heinous act would be reported by all four of these alleged authors.
If you're a news outlet only covering the consistency of Zac Efron's stool, when the U.N. demands all males under two must die, do you think you'll be viewed as a credible information source?
Mark testifies Christ was crucified at 9 AM, while John asserts it was noon.
Juan: sleepin' off a hangover.
How 'bout what was written over Christ when he was crucified? We're talkin' one sentence of inscription here.
As John states, it was: "Jesus of Nazareth, the king of the Jews."
Luke recalls it being: "This is the king of the Jews."
Mark: "The king of the Jews."
For Matthew, we're lookin' at: "This is Jesus, the king of the Jews."
Guys, this is a single sentence. Y'all couldn't even agree on that? We're referring to your main man; walkin' on water, bringin' people back from the dead, etc. Don't ya' think you would've remembered exactly what it said on the written notice above his cross?
Matthew purports Mary Magdalene and the other Mary arrived around dawn to check out Christ's grave. John alleges it was dark, and Mary came alone. Luke insists Mary Magdalene, Joanna, James' mom Mary and a mess of other women made the trek. We claim it wasn't anybody, since this is obviously some really boring, yet twisted, fairy tale.
Matthew rambles on about a massive earthquake prior to the angel of the Lord cruisin' down from heaven, rolling back the boulder covering Christ's crypt, and sitting on it. The other books don't mention said tremor, nor the angel hangin' out on the huge rock. Luke endorses the two angel theory, arguing both were standing up.
Oh, Luke. Why such a rebel? Why?!
Mark attests--
How come we're even having to write about this crap?! Aren't asteroids — we should be doing our best to stop — headed our way?
Anyway, Mark purports one angel spoke to Mary; Luke swears it was two; and John says Jesus was Chatty Cathy.
At this point, Paine brings up the fact that if these four stooges were in court, providing testimony, we'd be lookin' at perjury charges by now. This thing's more of a mockery than the O.J. trial.
Perceptive catch here: Whomever wrote the Book of Matthew tells a tale that doesn't appear in any of the other books. According to Matt, guards at Christ's grave told a handful of priests about some strange shit happenin' in the cemetery.
As such, these "holy" guys paid off the sentries to lie that Jesus' Apostles had engaged in a little grave robbing. Sure sounds easier to digest than divulging that J.C. had risen from the dead, and might be preparing to kick ass.
In addition, Matt fucked up — once again — by exclaiming:
So they took the money, and did as they were taught; and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day.
That last term — "until this day" — could be further proof whomever wrote the Gospel of Matthew wasn't Matthew, himself, but someone else long after these events purportedly occurred. Until this day designates a lengthy passage of time.
The author of Matt's book has 11 of Christ's followers headed to Galilee to meet Jesus in a mountain. John, however, proclaims these adherents were somewhere else at that time. And, of course, Mark doesn't even mention the party caravan to G-town.
Thomas Paine brings up another great point: All four alleged authors of the these gospels finally agree on something: that Christ's resurrection was a private affair. Thus, very few witnesses. Hence, not many to interview with the possibility of finding flaws in the story.
In addition, only Paul — where the fuck did he come from? — asserts 500 folk saw Christ alive post-mortem. Did any of those half a thousand make the same claim?
Nope.
You've gotta admit, the whole suffering and dying for our sins thing, even though you're not only God's child, but God himself, is as convoluted and ridiculous as Obamacare. It makes no fucking sense. What point are you, being a supreme deity, attempting to prove? Furthermore, why go about it in such circuitous fashion that causes billions of people to agonize and die unnecessarily?
Then again, that's the point, isn't it? The Bible is that six inch thick sheaf of "legalese" you receive from the IRS that wouldn't make sense if you did take 14 years to read it. This piece of literary shit — by far the most purchased book in written history — is a sleight of hand, dumped in our laps so we'll ponder it, whilst failing to notice the overwhelming atrocities perpetrated on us every day.
As Thomas Paine writes:
[T]he fall of man, the account of Jesus Christ being the Son of God, and of his dying to appease the wrath of God, and of salvation by that strange means, are all fabulous inventions, dishonorable to the wisdom and power of the Almighty.
In the end, Paine exclaimed:
Of all the systems of religion that were ever invented, there is none more derogatory to the Almighty, more unedifying to man, more repugnant to reason, and more contradictory to itself, than this thing called Christianity. Too absurd for belief, too impossible to convince, and too inconsistent for practice, it renders the heart torpid, or produces only atheists and fanatics. As an engine of power, it serves the purpose of despotism; and as a means of wealth, the avarice of priests; but so far as respects the good of man in general, it leads to nothing here or hereafter. […]
The Christian theory is little else than the idolatry of the ancient mythologists, accommodated to the purposes of power and revenue.
We began with Billy Connolly, so let's end with him:
I find it [Catholicism] primitive, and frightening. I find the whole child molestation on an international scale a disgrace […]
I have a deep distrust and dislike of the Catholic church, and any other organization that brainwashes people. […]
There was Sarah Palin — wanted to be vice president of America, which would make her the second most powerful person in the world. And if McCain unfortunately died, she would be the most powerful person in the world. This is a person who thinks the world is 4,000 years old! **
** Billy Connolly:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZw4I5qSOkY
Sources:
Books:
Life Application Study Bible: "NIV" New International Version. (1984). Tyndale House Publishers and Zondervan, Inc. ISBN: 0310941466
Mungus, Hugh. (2011). What's to Stop an Atheist From Lying on the Witness Stand?. CreateSpace. ISBN: 146631348X
Paine, Thomas. (2006). The Age of Reason (Barnes & Noble Library of Essential Reading). Barnes & Noble. ISBN: 9780760778951
Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.
― President George W. Bush *
* President George W. Bush:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at56A5eg3vs
The reason why 9/11 is not mentioned on [O]sama Bin Laden's Most Wanted page is because the FBI has no hard evidence connecting Bin Laden to 9/11.
— The FBI's chief of investigative publicity, Rex Tomb, 2006
Oops.
Might not wanna share that quote with families of tens of thousands of Afghani civilians killed by U.S. forces, ** in the hunt for a guy the FBI admits had nothing to do with 9/11.
** Afghani civilian deaths:
http://costsofwar.org/article/afghan-civilians
While we're at it, the above death toll estimate is extremely conservative. Who knows how many citizens have perished months or years after coalition attacks, due to war-related reasons? In addition, how many innocents have been wounded — limbs amputated, bodies irreversibly burned — thanks to what the U.S. has done?
Since we're spitballin' here, if bin Laden's dead, and we're told such was a major reason for going to war with Afghanistan, why are U.S. troops still in said country?
A "war on terror"?
Just ask carpet and "precision" bombed civilians of Afghanistan who they think the terrorists are. Without fail, they'll answer, "the United States."
If you still believe the official government theory regarding 9/11, then you're willing to accept as truth that:
Inexperienced Muslim hijackers, armed with only knives and box-cutters, took control of four airliners, then outfoxed the world's most sophisticated air defense system, then used two of those airliners to bring three skyscrapers down (indeed, straight down, in virtual free fall), and then, almost an hour later — when the U.S. air defense system would have been on highest alert — flew a third one, undetected, from the midwest back to Washington, DC, where — thanks to heroic piloting by a man who had never before flown an airliner and who was, according to the New York Times, known as a "terrible pilot," incapable of safely flying even a tiny plane — this third airliner went through an extremely difficult trajectory (even too difficult for themselves, said some experienced airline pilots) in order to strike the first floor of the Pentagon — surely the most well-protected building on the planet — without scraping the Pentagon lawn. ***
*** Griffin, David Ray. (2011). 9/11 Ten Years Later: When State Crimes Against Democracy Succeed. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566568685
About as likely as a hockey team pulling its goalie whilst on a penalty kill.
Because the topic of World Trade Center 7 was covered in the Unraveled blog, we'll focus on other elements of 9/11. As investigator David Ray Griffin — author of a dozen books on the subject — exclaims, in order to believe the official theory of 9/11, one must accept multitudinous miracles occurred that date.
An extensive recounting of the particulars of September 11, 2001, would be redundant. Most of us know what allegedly happened that day. Thus, a brief overview will suffice.
According to what the U.S. government tells us, four commercial airliners were hijacked on the aforementioned date. Two of these planes were flown into Buildings 1 and 2 of the World Trade Center. Consequently, the edifices collapsed, along with an additional skyscraper — World Trade Center 7.
The third plane crashed into the Pentagon, while the fourth slammed into an open field adjacent Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
None of the crew, hijackers, nor passengers on any of the planes survived, and roughly 3,000 individuals were killed as a result of the aforementioned atrocities.
Let's start with the hijackers. As the government would have us believe, there were 19 total who did the deed. Does it seem problematic at least six, perhaps more of these individuals, were alive after the events of 9/11?
We've been informed these half dozen supposed radicals — which included Saeed al-Ghamdi, Ahmed al-Nami and Waleed al-Shehri — were hijackers during this attack. According to mainstream news sources the likes of the Associated Press, The Telegraph and the BBC, these six individuals have subsequently been discovered — alive — none too happy for being indicted of crimes they obviously didn't commit.
Since the government tells us all four planes involved in the 9/11 onslaught — and almost everything inside them — were vaporized, how is it possible alleged hijacker Satam al-Suqami's passport survived, and was found in the rubble of the World Trade Center?
Nearly everything on the airliners was disintegrated, and yet a paper passport remains? This obviously begs the question: If passports are so impervious to destruction, why don't airlines build planes out of them?
How about Hani Hanjour, who — by government account — flew American Airlines Flight 77 into the Pentagon? Hani Hanjour, who had never piloted a jumbo jet before. Hani Hanjour, referred to as a dreadful pilot by his flight instructors, on small, single-engine planes. Hani Hanjour, who the government would have us believe executed a near-impossible maneuver — veteran pilots assert they couldn't perform — in order to fly mere meters above the Pentagon lawn.
Said sublime stunt — which Hani purportedly accomplished, in order to crash Flight 77 into Wedge 1 of the Pentagon — was addressed by ex-Navy "top gun" pilot Ralph Kolstad, who later flew commercial jetliners:
I have 6,000 hours of flight time in Boeing 757s and 767s and I could not have flown it the way the flight path was described.
This dazzling deed required Hani Hanjour to perform a descending spiral — dropping 8,000 feet in just over three minutes. From there, he would level off — going hundreds of miles per hour — racing parallel to the Pentagon lawn, precisely crashing into the edifice between its first and second floors.
Hani Hanjour was described in a New York Times article as "a trainee known for incompetence." One flight instructor, after drilling Hanjour on single-engine craft, stated, "He [Hani Hanjour] could not fly at all." The 9/11 Commission, itself, professed an additional trainer — subsequent taking to the air once with Hanjour — "declined a second request because of what he considered Hanjour's poor piloting skills."
Is it a dilemma that none of the alleged hijackers names are on the flight manifests for the airliners purportedly used as weapons that day?
Is it a problem there's no videotape of any of these individuals boarding these respective flights?
Of course not.
Why?
Because the government says so.
Since none of the passenger manifests for the jetliners contained a single Arab name, let alone specific appellations of those the government informs us were responsible, it becomes plausible these planes were not hijacked by Middle Eastern terrorists.
In addition, autopsies performed on the deceased from the wreckage at the Pentagon included no Arab names either.
Mohamed Atta is claimed to have been the ringleader of the events transpiring on 9/11. Hence, those supporting the official government theory — no matter how weak it is — will note the claim Atta's luggage was discovered in Boston's Logan Airport after the attacks. According to the FBI, this proof — as is often the case with check-in baggage — never made it onto the plane. In his suitcases, an abundance of evidence was disclosed, validating Atta was a main player behind the devastation of this day.
As we're lead to believe, the luggage contained Atta's last will and testament, a copy of the Koran, a pair of videos about Boeing airplanes and a slide-rule flight calculator.
First off, if these items were in Atta's check-in suitcase, they would have remained in the baggage hold during the flight. Hence, he wouldn't have had access to them. As such, why bring 'em on board?
Secondly, if you're on a suicide mission — aware the plane on which you're flying will be devastated — why take your will with you? Akin to yourself, it's going to be destroyed in the destruction. The whole point of a will is to keep it preserved, so others can view it after you're gone, and fulfill the wishes within it. Hence, why bring it aboard a vessel you know is bound for decimation?
Let's address the Pentagon and Flight 77 — the aircraft the government would like us to believe slammed into the above building on 9/11.
As stated in the Unraveled blog, the Pentagon is the most surveilled building in present-day society. Yet, all the FBI provides us to substantiate their claim a jetliner crashed into it, is five frames of video footage? Five frames — no less — that show no evidence of any plane, and are inconclusive. ****
**** Flight 77 Pentagon surveillance video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgyPbUoe2iA
Not only is the Pentagon the most vigilantly observed structure currently known to man, the building also has its own defense system. We're talking radar to detect incoming threats, and missiles to deter them.
How is it, then, a gawky, slow-maneuvering Boeing 757 — flown by a pilot who couldn't handle a Cessna — was able to circumvent mankind's preeminent defense battery?
How is it fighter jets — routinely scrambled within minutes after a plane's transponder is shut off, or an aircraft veers significantly off course — weren't sent to intercept Flights 11, 77, 93 and 175 until these jetliners were upon their targets?
Why is it what the government would have us believe was such a well-honed adversary hadn't conducted fundamental research regarding the Pentagon? One could have performed a cursory investigation to determine then-Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld — and others of high rank in the government — would be located in offices on the east wing of this building. The west wing, on the other hand, was undergoing renovation, and hence very few individuals of eminent nature, or otherwise, would be found here. Why, then, would a superlative terrorist cell go out of its way to crash an airliner into the west wing — which was much less easily accessible, given their flight path?
Additionally, why perform such an intricate and risky maneuver rather than aiming for the Pentagon's roof — a far larger target, at 29 acres?
How is it there was decidedly little debris on the Pentagon lawn following 9/11? Why is it what was found in no way resembled wreckage of an airliner? We're talking an aircraft capable of carrying hundreds of passengers, yet it vaporizes after impact? If such was the case, why didn't the Pentagon lawn, and a prodigious portion of said building, do so, as well?
A Boeing 757 — which Flight 77 was — has a wingspan of nearly 125 feet. It's tail section is over 40 feet in height.
How did such a colossal plane leave a hole only 20 feet in diameter in the facade of the Pentagon?
When it comes to the building in question, not only does the absence of physical, photographic and video evidence substantiate whatever hit it wasn't a jetliner, but personal testimony of those on scene does, as well. Take, for instance, Eileen Murphy — a registered nurse who arrived at the Pentagon not long after the devastation on 9/11:
I knew it was a crash site before we got there, and I didn't know what it was going to look like. I couldn't imagine because the building is like rock solid. I expected to see the airplane, so I guess my initial impression was, "Where's the plane? How come there's not a plane?" I would have thought the building would have stopped it and somehow we would have seen something like part of it, or the lower part, or the back of the plane. So it was just a real surprise that the plane wasn't there.
As stated by April Gallop — a U.S. Army executive administrative assistant working at the Pentagon on 9/11:
I had no jet fuel on me…I didn't see any airplane seats. I didn't see any plane parts…I didn't see anything that would give me any idea that there was a plane.
Huey helicopter pilot Ronald Alan Galey — of the Park Police — was on scene at the Pentagon within minutes of the crash, and had the following to report:
[I]t couldn't possibly have been a 757. The building had not collapsed at that point and there [were] spot fires everywhere. In fact the most fire that I saw was the crash truck, foam truck on fire. That was creating the greatest amount of fire at the particular point and it was a relatively small hole in the side of the building. I'm going, "This couldn't possibly have been a 757." There's absolutely nothing that you could identify as an aircraft part anywhere around there. Nothing. Just couldn't have been.
Let's now address Flight 93 that — according to the government — crashed, vaporizing in an open field contiguous Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Upon viewing photos of the alleged impact site in the Keystone State, one is immediately struck by the fact there's no plane! Not only is such the case, but there are no remnants of a plane. We're not talking a single-engine, two-seater, either. This was assertedly a United Airlines jumbo jet capable of carrying the populace of a decent-sized village.
The second thing one notes is there seems to be an insufficient amount of damage to the ground. When we refer to soil here, it appears to be soft dirt; the type one would expect a monstrous airliner — traveling at hundreds of miles per hour — to gouge an extended ditch through in its aftermath. Yet, we've got a furrow described by on scene Fox News photographer Chris Konicki as 10 feet in width, and maybe 20 feet in length. ***** A Boeing 757 — which Flight 93 was — is over 150 feet long. How does such a massive craft, traveling at such high momentum, leave such a meager gouge in its wake?
***** Flight 93 witness:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0eC3uns3pA
At what point do these fuckers simply throw their hands in the air, and exclaim, "I give up! You caught me. I'm guilty!"?
Since the U.S. government organized NIST, as well as the 9/11 Commission — the two official "investigations" into what happened on September 11th, the answer is, "Never." Why admit guilt when you're the final arbitrator, you regulate what the media tells the population, and the people will believe anything you say? You can act with impunity indefinitely, labeling anyone with a myriad of facts as a "conspiracy theorist," thus dooming truths they impart to be ridiculed.
How do a pair of the tallest structures ever created in known history collapse symmetrically — perfectly into their own bases — when struck by two planes? We're talking 220 stories of high-rise here.
Again, even if sparse and randomly burning office fires could reach levels hot enough to melt steel — which they can't — shouldn't these skyscrapers have fallen asymmetrically? After all, blazes at different points about these buildings couldn't have resulted in a smooth descent.
These edifices would have toppled partially, stopped, collapsed in a different direction, ceased for a bit and continued forth in this manner. Arbitrary fires on various floors — even if they were able to fell a steel-framed skyscraper — would have resulted in a far more chaotic, widespread dispersion of debris.
Initially, the U.S. government declared what was known as the pancake theory — or progressive collapse — occurred. During such a scenario, floors fall atop one another, resulting in total destruction of all the stories. When this hegemony realized such a conclusion would have left 94 massive steel columns — 47 apiece for Buildings 1 and 2 — still standing amidst the rubble, they abandoned this idea. After all, take a look at the outcome of the World Trade Center devastation. Destruction is complete and total; no conspicuous core columns still raised to the sky. Thus, the government — like it did with the Roswell Incident — continued to change its story about 9/11, until it fit their agenda. Well, there's an unscientific way of conducting business.
Now, let's address supplementary subjects regarding 9/11.
As the government would have us believe, cell phone calls were made from the planes involved in this cataclysmic day, via flight attendants and passengers, to loved ones on the ground. Sounds like proof validating terrorists had hijacked the airliners in question. The only problem here is that, in 2001, mobile phones didn't work at altitudes at which these jumbo jets were flying.
As scientist A.K. Dewdney — former long-time journalist for Scientific American — determined, cell phones available to the public in 2001 would have been useless, when it came to making calls from Flights 11, 77, 93 and 175. In his 2008 book The New Pearl Harbor Revisited, eminent researcher David Ray Griffin had the following to say regarding cell phone communication from jetliners in 2001:
[Dewdney] conducted some experiments with single and double-engine airplanes to test the likelihood of successful cell phone calls from high altitudes. He found that in a single-engine plane, successful calls could be counted on only under 2,000 feet. Above that altitude, they become increasingly unlikely. At 20,000 feet, Dewdney concluded, "the chance of a typical cellphone call making it to the ground and engaging a cell site there is less than one in a hundred."…In later experiments using a twin-engine plane, which has greater mass and hence provides greater insulation from electronic signals than a single-engine plane, Dewdney found that the success rate decayed to 0 percent at 7,000 feet. A large airliner, having much greater mass, would provide far greater insulation. […]
A cell phone had to complete a "hand-shake" with a cell site, and this took several seconds, so cell phones in high-speed planes would have had trouble staying connected to the cell site long enough to complete a call.
As a result, in 2001, cell phone calls from jetliners flying at the altitudes of the aircraft involved in 9/11 would have been impossible for the public to make.
In regard to the flights themselves, commercial jetliners come equipped with a specific hijack code (7500) pilots can transmit to air traffic control, in case of emergency.
Although this process takes a few seconds, none of the four flights sent this crisis alert.
Does it surprise anybody that while the shit was spiraling outta control at WTC 1 and 2, President Bush was reading a book about a pet goat? That's correct. Your commander-in-chief was in Sarasota, Florida, at a "photo opportunity," with a second grade class.
When the first plane slammed into the Twin Towers, the President was quietly informed by his assistants. Apparently, he referred to the incident as a "horrible accident."
At approximately 9:05 AM, Bush was inconspicuously apprised of a second jetliner hitting the World Trade Center. Even so, he continued to sit and read about fictitious — albeit courageous — livestock with a group of elementary school brainwashing victims for the next 30 minutes!
This brings up the obvious question: If the President and the Secret Service knew the United States was under terrorist attack, why wasn't Boy Bush rushed away to a safe venue? Given the fact his whereabouts on this day were public knowledge, and had been for some time, doesn't it seem he would've been a sitting duck for enemy forces wishing to eradicate him? After all, a President is the exemplary symbol of this non-existent horse shit people refer to as the U.S. What better blow to strike at western society?
Additionally, by keeping his lying ass in the classroom, wasn't Bush exposing not solely the kids he was with to an air strike, but the entire school at which he was holed up?
If the above wasn't enough aspartame to digest, the sickeningly sweet frosting came when Bush Baby was chauffeured to the airport. No air cover — via fighter jets — was provided. The nipple ring on top of it all came when Air Force One took off around 9:54 AM — the President aboard — still unprotected by a single military plane.
Do ya' think that's because Bush Master and his Secret Service knew they weren't intended targets, and therefore had nothing to fear?
When reduced to basics, the only evidence the U.S. bureaucracy has implicating Osama bin Laden to the attacks of 9/11 is what's deemed a confession videotape. According to the government, this meager proof was found in Jalalabad, Afghanistan, and is dated November 9, 2001. We're bestowed no particulars as to how the United States happened upon this evidence, nor who provided it.
We refer to this video as extremely suspect, since prior its recovery, bin Laden had adamantly declared his lack of involvement in 9/11. Suddenly, he changes his tune? One moment he's playing Muzak, the next he's beltin' out a black metal anthem?
What's more, previous videos of big O provide a different personage than the offering of November 9th. Even though we're aware bin Laden was of ailing health, it seems his cheeks become much more full in his "confession" video, and his skin tone far darker. In addition, his nose has changed shape, and his hands are "shorter" and "heavier."
On top of this, Osama makes statements — like that below — in the November 9th video that contradict the validity of this "proof":
[D]ue to my experience in this field, I was thinking that the fire from the gas in the plane would melt the iron structure of the building and collapse the area where the plane hit and all the floors above it only. This is all that we had hoped for.
A contractor, Osama bin Laden would have never made the above declaration, as he'd have been aware WTC 1 and 2 were constructed with steel, instead of iron. In addition, he would have known jet fuel couldn't burn anywhere near hot enough to melt this metal. Jet fuel reaches a maximum temperature of 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit. Steel, on the other hand, won't melt until heated to almost 2,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
As a final nail in the coffin of the bin Laden video, Professor Bruce Lawrence — the preeminent academic authority regarding OBL — claims the footage provided by the government is "bogus." In addition, Lawrence affirms his contacts within the Department of Homeland Security "also know it's bogus."
To date, tens of thousands of professionals — encompassing architects, engineers, pilots, doctors and even actors — are crying out for an objective investigation regarding 9/11. As we know all too well, this is something the U.S. bureaucracy — akin to freedom for its populace — will never willfully allow. That said, as the ranks of those who refuse to believe the government conspiracy theory regarding 9/11 grows every day, the ultimate decision may not rest with any ruling regime, but with people, themselves.
As declared by David A. Johnson — architect of international renown:
As a professional city planner in New York, I knew these buildings and their design…So I was well aware of the strength of the core with its steel columns…When I saw the rapid collapse of the towers, I knew that they could not come down the way they did without explosives and the severing of core columns at the base…Moreover, the symmetrical collapse is strong evidence of a controlled demolition. A building falling from asymmetrical structural failure would not collapse so neatly, not so rapidly…[T]he official explanation doesn't hold water.
In a 2009 lecture, David Ray Griffin made the following exemplary points:
Among scientists and professionals in the relevant fields who have studied the evidence, the weight of scientific and professional opinion is now overwhelmingly on the side of the 9/11 Truth Movement. Whereas well over 1,000 such people have publicly supported the stance of this movement, there are virtually no scientists or professionals in the relevant fields who have gone on record in defense of the official story — except for people whose livelihood would be threatened if they refused to support it. This caveat is important, because, as Upton Sinclair famously observed: "It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it." Except for such people, virtually everyone who has expertise in a relevant field, and who has seriously studied the evidence, rejects the official conspiracy theory. It is time, therefore, for journalists and everyone else to take a second look.
We could ramble on about so much more damning proof regarding 9/11, but we're all about being concise and compelling. The overwhelming evidence — from stock market deals known as put options, to quotes from individuals within the FBI — that 9/11 was an inside job, is accessible via the bibliography of this entry. How many hundreds of air traffic controllers need to fail drastically at their work — causing 3,000 people to die — before admitting we were duped? How many times does the government have to express — prior to 9/11, and in writing — the necessity for "a new Pearl Harbor" to galvanize public sentiment into invading Afghanistan and Iraq? How many jet fighters, their pilots, crews and commanding officers need to be totally incompetent on this one day — and solely this day — before we yell in unison: "We're being lied to"?
Ask yourself at what point do you just admit these fuckers are guilty, and get rid of 'em?
We know that means overhaul of everything you've been indoctrinated to believe in, but what's the alternative? Re-signing your lease in Make-Believetown, and perpetuating this shameless lie that causes droves of people to die unnecessarily every day?
Just a brief note regarding WTC 7:
When it comes to Building 7 of the World Trade Center, if we're to believe what the U.S. government claims happened, then every steel-frame skyscraper on the planet must be destroyed, and rebuilt to meet new codes. Either that, or all insurance policies for these buildings need be rewritten. Everyone worldwide must be informed high-rise buildings can now be demolished by office fires, and steel has a new melting temperature.
Not only that, but every physics textbook in existence must be thrown away, and new elementary, middle, high school and university curricula created.
That said, all physics professors must be retrained. In addition, anybody using physics — even remotely in their jobs — must be retaught. Sir Isaac Newton — upon whose theories a good portion of classical physics is based — must be relegated to a footnote in history, and declared incorrect.
As the Jersey Girls — an association of widows, due to the events of 9/11 — declared:
Dr. Shyam Sunder of NIST…stated that WTC 7 met all New York City codes. Yet, WTC 7 is the first steel high-rise building of traditional construction in the United States — and the world, to completely collapse as a result of fire. According to...Dr. Sunder, "there were no flaws with the construction of the building."
We don't know how the rest of the country is feeling about this news, but we are very scared! These findings suggest that ANY EXISTING building is prone to a progressive collapse if a fire should start and the sprinkler system fails for whatever reason….
The ultimate purpose of advocating for the $16 million to have NIST study this event was to determine how to make buildings safer in the future. If we are now to believe that any skyscraper is subject to total collapse from fire, why isn't NIST emphasizing the impact on EXISTING buildings?…NIST needs to…provide guidance for EXISTING buildings.
NIST should put the most important conclusion in plain English and announce it to the entire country: UNCONTROLLED FIRES IN HIGH-RISE BUILDINGS CAN LEAD TO THEIR TOTAL COLLAPSE….NIST must address this dangerous issue immediately. The future safety of the public and the fire services hangs in the balance.
The destruction and loss of life taking place on September 11, 2001, are what's referred to as a false flag attack. ****** Any government claiming the known rules of physics were mangled on a particular day, yet returned to normal, and have remained constant since, is either culpable or complicit. Since seeking to ferret out the guilty parties is useless, just demolish the whole hegemony.
****** False flag:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_flag
"No desire to work with us, although you attest to being our representatives? Well, then you're done."
Let's describe a false flag attack. A government secretly stages an offensive against its own populace, and then blames it on some other party; e.g. terrorists, another country, etc.
What would a bureaucracy engaging in such evil have to gain?
Considering several wars have been waged on the pretext 9/11 was a terrorist offensive, and trillions of dollars generated as a result, we'd say you have part of your answer. How about the increased amount of control the United States government now has over its populace, in the name of "protection from terrorism"? The likes of the Patriot Act, TSA and NSA spying stripping you of privacy, so this bureaucracy can maintain your "safety," comes to mind.
"I'll take 'Ability to Control Middle Eastern Oil Reserves' for 5,000, Alex."
"That's correct, Tim. Unfortunately we're out of time. As a consolation gift, though, I can slap your frightened face with my shriveled nuts on national TV."
It's known as the Hegelian dialectic, also referred to as Problem, Reaction, Solution. *******
******* Hegelian dialectic:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dialectic#Hegelian_dialectic
Here's how it works:
1) You create a problem.
2) People react to that problem.
3) You — the producer of that problem — offer a solution.
More sick and twisted than the 100 year old bowels of a patient with colon cancer, but it works.
1) Collapse the World Trade Center.
2) Blame it on terrorists.
3) Offer to invade Afghanistan — which was your primary goal, anyway — in order to kill the individual you claim was responsible for the destruction.
It's more simple than the thoughts passing through the mind of an avid Oprah viewer.
That said, hundreds of millions of those referring to themselves as Americans bought into it, when it came to 9/11.
In the words of Hermann Goring — founder of the Gestapo; the second most powerful individual in Nazi Germany; and head of the Luftwaffe:
Why of course the people don't want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally the common people don't want war neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.
We spoke to one individual about this fateful day, showing him the events that ensued were physically impossible when interpreted by the government theory.
Therefore, we affirmed, the U.S. hegemony is lying about 9/11, and thus guilty. Whether they acted in collusion with other entities, or not, they themselves were culpable.
The gentleman asked why the United States bureaucracy would perpetrate such hideous acts upon its own populace.
We explained, when you look at what's occurred afterward — erosion of what people perceive their rights; invasions, decimations and occupations of several empires; and an excuse to attack anyone on the pretext of a "terror threat" — it's clear the government coordinated, or helped to coordinate, 9/11 in order to obtain more power. In addition, would it solely be coincidence United States military bases throughout Afghanistan and Pakistan precisely follow the major oil pipeline being built in that region?
To this, the man's reply was, "Who am I to question motives of the government? If they had their reasons for carrying out 9/11, I'm sure it was to our benefit in the long run."
We were stunned. This person was justifying the government executing 3,000 Americans. What's more, he was acquitting this evil bureaucracy because its nefarious acts were allegedly part of some strategy for the betterment of everyone!
How do you murder a few thousand American citizens for the benefit of American citizens?!
Allowing the government immunity for mass extermination on 9/11 — because you obtusely want to believe they were adhering to a greater blueprint that would help us all — is similar to coming home to discover this bureaucracy has slaughtered your wife, children, grandchildren and dog. At first, you're infuriated, demanding retribution. However, when the government explains they committed these atrocities for your benefit, you're suddenly at peace with the situation, satisfied your immediate family was brutally annihilated in your best interest.
There wasn't a semblance of logic — nor intelligence — in the guy's conclusion. It's incredible people denying themselves the capacity to think don't congregate outside, in droves, during thunderstorms, gazing up at the sky, mouths wide, drowning as a result.
Would this individual still have felt the government was justified in killing 3,000 Americans on 9/11, if he realized that's what was happening as he was jumping to his death from WTC 1 or 2? Would he still be so indifferent if a relative he dearly loved was slain in the events of that day?
Allowing the U.S. government to get away with mass murder — doing nothing to stop this genocide, while people in Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria are being senselessly slaughtered — is to become an accomplice in this crime. If you don't know the facts regarding September 11, 2001, you're ignorantly complicit. If you do know the truths concerning this day — and we all should, given the Internet — but are doing nothing to bring the perpetrators to task, you're willingly assisting the United States government regarding murder of any innocent civilians by coalition troops in the above countries. What's more, you're an accessory to those who exterminated 3,000 Americans on 9/11.
Nescience is a lack of comprehension, due to inadequate information.
Ignorance comes when you've got the tools to understand, but you're just fuckin' dumb.
With ease of access to the Internet, and the overwhelming cornucopia of facts invalidating the official theory of 9/11, which do you think people still believing the government on this issue might be?
Sources:
Books:
Berkowitz, Matt; Joseph, Peter; McLeish, Ben. (2014). The Zeitgeist Movement Defined: Realizing a New Train of Thought. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1495303195
Griffin, David Ray. (2011). 9/11 Ten Years Later: When State Crimes Against Democracy Succeed. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566568685
Griffin, David Ray. (2005). The 9/11 Commission Report: Omissions and Distortions. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 1566565847
Griffin, David Ray. (2004). The New Pearl Harbor: Disturbing Questions About the Bush Administration and 9/11. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 1566565529
Mungus, Hugh. (2013). Unraveled: When the Fabric of "Reality" Comes Apart. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1492158917
Movies:
9/11: Blueprint for Truth — The Architecture of Destruction. Dir. Ken Jenkins. Perfs. Richard Gage, David Ray Griffin. DVD. 2008.
9/11: Explosive Evidence — Experts Speak Out. Dir. Richard Gage. Perfs. David Ray Griffin, Niels Harrit, Robert E. McCoy, Tom Sullivan. DVD. 2012.
9/11: Press for Truth. Dir. Ray Nowosielski. Perfs. Kristen Breitweiser, Patty Casazza, Mindy Kleinberg, Lorie Van Auken. DVD. 2006.
Online Movies:
9/11: Blueprint for Truth — The Architecture of Destruction:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQgVCj7q49o
9/11: Explosive Evidence — Experts Speak Out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ddz2mw2vaEg
9/11: Press for Truth:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AJ056Ajqd0
April Gallop:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIy9hjB3DGk
April Gallop:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LowalA57AzY
David Ray Griffin: 9/11 Commission Report:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7KS-DbpdS8
David Ray Griffin: 9/11 Miracles:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3caIG0SMHXE
I was lost in your world of fantasy
I was caught, caught in your game of make-believe […]
Look what you've done, done to me
All the times you lied and all the times I cried
I'm never gonna be the same again
― Triumph *
* Triumph:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBmZJ925jEo
Today, most individuals laugh at those who once believed the Earth was flat. We praise ourselves for being smart enough to realize the planet upon which we live is spherical.
Ironically, many of us still engage in our own brand of idiocy, when we assert we're alone in this cosmos. With hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way, and hundreds of billions of galaxies in this Universe, to conclude we're the only sentient life is a psychosis. Future generations will view those who maintained they were the sole cognizant species, as narrow-minded as anybody who once argued the Earth was flat.
The following are observations which may help you progress in your forward thinking.
One
"Right as rain."
What the fuck—?!
When was the last time you looked outside during a thunderstorm and exclaimed, "You know what? This rain? It's right."?
Two
Is there a reason it's called a flu shot, as opposed to an anti-flu shot?
Three
"My son has a great job!"
No he doesn't. Jobs are identical to slavery. Hence, what you're asserting is your son has great slavery. There's no such thing...unless you're a slave owner.
Four
At some point, if you have an overwhelming amount of conclusive evidence to substantiate your affirmations, wouldn't you go from conspiracy theorist to conspiracy factualist? For far too long, those with urgently important erudition have been dismissed as a lunatic fringe.
Five
Is it possible there was a typo in the original John 11:35 verse of the Bible? Maybe what the author meant to say was "Jesus swept," since floors were probably pretty dirty back then, and needed a good cleaning.
Six
"Anybody who has half a brain would know that!"
No, anybody who had half a brain wouldn't have a single thought, be completely paralyzed and continually drool on oneself.
Seven
Don't forget, only one letter separates the word "Mormon" from "moron."
Eight
"Even if you wanna talk shit about the U.S., you should be thankful you live here. Would you rather live in Iraq?"
So, what you're saying is, if conditions were better in Iraq, you'd live there?
Ah, counterfeit patriotism. People love to go with the winning team, don't they?
Nine
Why do we call it rush hour traffic, if it's not moving?
Ten
Most of us work diligently the majority of our existences, in hopes of retiring, and enjoying "the good life." Customarily, that buona vita comes for most people near the age of 70. Since the average human lifespan in the U.S was 78.74 years — as of 2012 — that doesn't give a person a lot of time to revel in the leisure and recreation they've been informed they earned.
When you consider a number of those 8.74 years will be spent battling a breakdown of the body — aging, disease, etc. — retirement is just a joke we're led to believe will be a wonderful reward.
As long as folks are insisting they be subjugated by this fucked-up system, how 'bout they retire first, at the age of 18 — for 8.74 years — and then engage in debt slave imprisonment for the rest of their lives? Retirement first; work second. Makes sense, doesn't it? Why not retire when you're young and healthy, so you can truly enjoy it?
Of course the powers we allow to be would never accept this, because once people realize how great it is to not be a slave, they'll never comply to serfdom.
Sources:
Books:
Mungus, Hugh. (2013). Unraveled 2: When the Fabric of "Reality" Rips to Shreds. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1493522469
www.wwbhsa911.weebly.com
www.unraveled1.weebly.com