You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world.  You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

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Sunday, November 15, 2015

Belle Paris


Victims of a shooting attack lay on the pavement outside La Belle Equipe restaurant in Paris Friday, Nov. 13, 2015.
Well over 100 people were killed in Paris on Friday night, in a series of shootings and explosions.

 


I'm not even paying attention to the attack in Paris two days ago on Friday the 13th, 2015. I'm not watching the constant coverage on TV with angst and amazement. I'm not modifying my Facebook picture by overlaying it with the French flag. I'm not grieving or clenching my jaw in anger.

I'm not being manipulated.

Instead, I am watching how the rest of the world is being deceived and manipulated. I can see how our empathy is used against us. I can see how this manipulation works every time, whether it be the sinking of the Lusitania, the attack on Pearl Harbor, the Holocaust Lie, the Murrah Building bombing, 9/11, Sandy Hook, the Boston Marathon bombing, or any other orchestrated drama. I can see why the ruling sociopaths think we are stupid sheep, worthy of nothing more than to serve their needs and desires until we outlive our usefulness.

Oh yeah, I can see the problem.

Humanity has never known a solution, as far as I can tell. Organized sociopaths have always ruled us. They have always fooled us with their superficial charm, their clever lies, their chameleon-like adaptability, their secrecy, their affected certainty, and their inherent selfishness and arrogance. We are sucked into their game like moths attracted to a flame. Because of our respective psychologies, they can't help playing us, and we can't help being played. It's an eternal tango, with sociopaths leading and non-sociopaths being spun, flipped, swung, slid, and otherwise tossed about like sacks of grain.

Is there any overcoming this broken record? Is this a dead-end skip which won't stop repeating? Does an outside operator have to come into the room and move the needle for us for the music to ever play again? And is there an outside operator that even hears our predicament? Do we have to do this ourselves by becoming self-aware, by understanding how we actually work, and what makes us tick, and realizing that it is not the same for sociopaths and saints?

Ya, like that's ever gonna happen...



 "Look at me, America.  Look at my concerned face.  I practiced this face in the mirror for several minutes until I got it down pat.  I can put on this face at a moment's notice now to show how much empathy I have for the victims of the sociopathic policy I help deliver.  It's all an act, of course, because I don't feel empathy like the rest of you stupid sheep, but I'm the best damned actor since Ronald Reagan, and I'll fool around 80% of you all of the time.  Pretty convincing face, huh.  Yeah, I'm damn good.  That's why they picked me for this job, because I follow orders and sell the deception so well.  Fall for it, suckers!  You know you love it!  I'm your leader, worship me!  Hail me!  Admire me!  Another Nobel Peace Prize to cap my unforgettable performance!  Who da man!  Who, who who!"

Monday, January 19, 2009

Lying for non-Dummies

The beauty of 9/11 is that almost no one will believe the truth.  That's the beauty of false-flag operations, and that's why the United States uses them successfully again and again.  A nation raised on a steady diet of nationalistic propaganda and patriotism cannot accept that its own government would sacrifice thousands of innocent citizens in the pursuit of so-called national interest.  Even with convincing evidence, probably a third of the population would still deny such a horrible realization, and if the evidence were to be hidden, destroyed, or planted, as is always the plan in false-flag operations, probably two thirds of the people would always be in denial.  False-flag operations work, even when mistakes are made or the unexpected occurs, as the following will illustrate.

In 1971, Nixon was desperate to bring Cambodia into the Vietnam War.  North Vietnamese troops regularly slipped across the Cambodian border to regroup and resupply, knowing the American forces could not legally engage them on Cambodian soil.  Henry Kissinger proposed a bold, false-flag operation, known internally as Operation Redrock, which called for using U.S. special forces disguised as North Vietnamese Army troops (NVA).  The plan was to attack the Phnom Penh airport in Cambodia to convince Lon Nol, the leader of Cambodia, that NVA troops were warring against his nation so that he would ally himself with the U.S. and allow U.S. forces to engage the enemy in Cambodia.  Nixon approved this plan with the stipulation that "no one can ever know."  You see, when you are President of the United States, ordering blatant criminal activity including murder, you want to make sure that everything is top secret, all evidence is destroyed, and all witnesses silenced, in order to cover your sorry butt.  Nixon, Bush Senior, Clinton, and Bush Junior are all well-versed in this type of "protection."

Chip Tatum was one of the 13 U.S. soldiers picked for this mission.  A dozen captured NVA POW soldiers were brought along as planted evidence.  Unbeknownst to the POW's, the U.S. soldiers were to murder them at the airport to provide "proof" that this was indeed an NVA attack.  After the attack, South Vietnamese Montagnards were to transport the U.S. soldiers to a fly-out zone for retrieval.  Unbeknownst to the U.S. soldiers, the Montagnards were under orders to kill them all before the fly-out and bury them in a pre-dug mass grave (so that "no one can ever know" as Nixon ordered).  The level of deceit and betrayal goes even deeper, but Chip Tatum astoundingly lived to tell this incredible story, although our government did eventually silence him with a most gruesome death.

In September-October of 2000, a male body with its face ripped off was found on a beach in Nicaragua. This was a message from the Bush crime family to those shadow government players to keep their mouths shut about the crimes of Bush Junior and Senior before the 2000 presidential election.  It spread like wildfire among former and current shadow players -- this was their warning.  Later that body on the beach in Central America was identified as Gene "Chip" Tatum.

Despite the magnitude of the crime, the high cost, and the lives lost, the secret mission in Cambodia remains an inaccurate footnote in history.  U.S. history is loaded with deceit.  The real truth is often stranger than fiction and more horrible than a nightmare, but it needs to be heard.  Unless we uncover that truth, our leaders will continue to bleed us and lie about it, and we will continue to blame the wrong people for the 9/11's of our lives.

Here is Chip Tatum's story in his own words.

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