FICTION, NONFICTION...AND THE TRUTH
You gotta pay your dues.
— the dues collector
The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. […] Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question, “Is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, “Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid ever, because this is just a ride.”
And we...kill those people. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.”
It’s just a ride. […] It’s just a ride.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wJ-js_NLV8
Who ― in their rational mind ― would care to live on a desert island, with no known method of escape?
Yet, doesn’t all of humanity reside on a desert island, with no suitable plan of circumvention, should they be forced to evacuate the celestial body they call home?
Isn’t it plausible Earth is a sizable spacecraft traversing the Universe? This being accurate, wouldn’t each human upon this vessel be an astronaut? ** If such is so, doesn’t it benefit us to maintain the ship upon which we’re traveling? Doesn’t deliberately damaging this craft ensure our demise?
** Fuller, Buckminster R. (1969). Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. Southern Illinois University Press. ISBN: 0671780468
Then what’s with all the atomic and nuclear testing? How about the pernicious burning of fossil fuels? What used car salesman sold us on continuously leaking nuclear power plants, when we’ve the biggest fusion reactor in this Solar System residing in our celestial backyard? *** And what of the hundreds of thousands of tons of radioactive garbage created by these facilities, for which we have no feasible method of storage? ****
*** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
**** Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
Moreover, if Homo sapiens are astronauts on this vessel, doesn’t destruction of each other mean termination of us all? It’s analogous to Spock continuously conspiring to kill Kirk. If such were so, the USS Enterprise would crash before its crew could complete season one.
As humans, we see ourselves as the consummate of intellect. In actuality, we can’t know much, since this Universe is vast, and we’re solely one species of insect on a microscopic dot in the cosmic spectrum.
Earth is a speck of dust in a colossal celestial ocean. Upon that particle is an even more minuscule morsel known as humanity. *****
***** Pale Blue Dot:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luAteAz3WQ0
It’s essential to our survival we learn as much about our environment as possible. Yet, doctrines like the Bible, the Koran and the Torah assure us there’s nothing we need research outside them, since they’re dogmas of some omniscient deity, and thus explain everything there is to know. If all humankind were to have lived by the letter of these publications, we would’ve invented nothing, and still be marveling at fire.
Even though the above books assert to possessing answers to every question asked, why can’t we reference them for the solution to anti-gravity, interstellar travel or zero-point energy?
Unraveled ― as its title proposes ― disentangles what most humans believe is reality. It’s a difficult truth to learn you’ve been living a series of lies, when you’re 103. Examine the words within. You’ll question what you once believed was real.
When you view the human plight from an impartial eye, the insanity of what most of us are doing is all too apparent.
Apart from the author, nobody’s gonna read this blog. This is too bad, as the erudition that follows is thicker than a five pound pork chop.
Then again, most individuals ― probably you included ― don’t live in reality.
Sources:
Books:
Fuller, Buckminster R. (1969). Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. Southern Illinois University Press. ISBN: 0671780468
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Into Eternity. Dir. Michael Madsen. Perfs. Timo Aikas, Carl Reinhold Brakenhjelm. DVD, 2010
Online Movies:
Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
ENLIGHTENMENT
A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. You think when Jesus comes back he ever wants to see a fuckin’ cross?
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7MLRF6ssKQ
“My husband cums in the first five minutes.”
I needed to hear this about as much as Kojak needed hair ties.
“I’ve been married 18 years, and have never had an orgasm during intercourse.”
Like 1400-DPI, color photos of one’s colon, it was more info than I’d asked for. Even so, the naked woman beneath me clearly wanted to come clean ― so to speak.
It was at that point I realized how imprisoned humans had become; how insane their mores were. A mandate created by some nameless control freak, at an undisclosed point in history, meant the undulant housewife currently in my presence couldn’t leave her lover in order to shoot a decent load of girl cum?! **
** Hubby, in this scenario, had coordinated his wife's erotic encounter with me. I may be horny, but I'm not duplicitous.
Inserting myself, I pumped away. We reached the six minute mark, as old boundaries were obliterated.
Let’s get something straight. I’m as appealing in bed as a Dutch oven. If it took a loser like me to make this woman orgasm, there was something seriously wrong regarding the paradigm in which we resided.
As years passed, I’d realize it was more than just one portion of the human endeavor that was out of whack. The entire system, to its core, was fucked. At this early stage, however, amid the glow of methane from a cow pasture adjacent this Motel Sex, it was apparent how irrational an institution like marriage was. Because someone wants to amass money from you ― should you choose to divorce ― you’re obligated by a silly directive to remain unhappy and unsatisfied?
Pondering this slavery to an inscrutable master, I continued to pump away, and ostensibly faked orgasms one and two commenced.
At this point, I’d been with maybe a thousand women, and most of them declared the same thing: They felt trapped by the system.
What was this enigmatic order to which they alluded?
Who knew, but they’d been scared to contradict it. Hence hesitant to shatter the shackles of marriage, frightened of religious wrath, or fearful of satiating their inherent desires, and being deemed a slut. They’d bought into this scheme that was developed to engender anxiety, and thereby obtain control.
Feigned orgasms three, four and five.
I was glad I’d seen the fallacy of this system early, and refused to adhere to it. If I hadn’t, I may have been married by now ― beaten into submission by a wife and children I abhorred.
As I reached for lube, my ephemeral lover’s orgasms were now occurring every 60 seconds. I thanked myself for not falling prey to the lunacy so many around me had.
Bob Blake ― as Baretta ― shot some dude on the six channel Sony in fantastic Technicolor.
The plump blonde joined at my hip stopped for a minute, catching her breath and gulping the 32 ounce Screwdriver I’d mixed her ― with a splash of orange juice for coloring.
Grainy shades of moonlight pierced her ample ass through curtains some obviously massive insect had been feasting on for years.
Although the encounter was as common for me as breakfast beer, this particular incident was a catalyst. The words I’d heard so often before ― from so many women ― placed me on a path for truth. If the marriage thing was a scam, what other lies were we being forced to deep throat?
Draggin’ my TV out to the desert, I mercifully filled its workings with low-caliber bullets, and began to question everything. I embarked on a reading frenzy, and haven’t stopped since. Comic books, warning labels, cryptic scratchings on matchbooks at interstate truck stops ― all were fair game. When my filter for the fallacious began working at optimal speed, I’d metastasized 95% of what I’d digested, and honed in on the relevant.
The prognosis was bleak. Humans had been ― and were being ― fucked like a nymphomaniac porn actress.
The upside? Contrary to what we’ve been told by those causing our dilemmas, solutions are simple. ** *** **** Hence, peruse this publication with optimism. Shit may appear grim, but ― like a two-piece puzzle ― we can put things back together correctly in no time.
** Zeitgeist: Addendum:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gKX9TWRyfs
*** Zeitgeist: Moving Forward:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z9WVZddH9w
**** Zeitgeist: The Movie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrHeg77LF4Y
Sources:
Movies:
Zeitgeist: Addendum. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. Jacque Fresco, John Perkins. DVD, 2008
Zeitgeist: Moving Forward. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. Gabor Mate, Robert Sapolsky. DVD, 2011
Zeitgeist: The Movie. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Jordan Maxwell. DVD, 2007
Online Movies:
Zeitgeist: Addendum:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gKX9TWRyfs
Zeitgeist: Moving Forward:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z9WVZddH9w
Zeitgeist: The Movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrHeg77LF4Y
A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. You think when Jesus comes back he ever wants to see a fuckin’ cross?
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7MLRF6ssKQ
“My husband cums in the first five minutes.”
I needed to hear this about as much as Kojak needed hair ties.
“I’ve been married 18 years, and have never had an orgasm during intercourse.”
Like 1400-DPI, color photos of one’s colon, it was more info than I’d asked for. Even so, the naked woman beneath me clearly wanted to come clean ― so to speak.
It was at that point I realized how imprisoned humans had become; how insane their mores were. A mandate created by some nameless control freak, at an undisclosed point in history, meant the undulant housewife currently in my presence couldn’t leave her lover in order to shoot a decent load of girl cum?! **
** Hubby, in this scenario, had coordinated his wife's erotic encounter with me. I may be horny, but I'm not duplicitous.
Inserting myself, I pumped away. We reached the six minute mark, as old boundaries were obliterated.
Let’s get something straight. I’m as appealing in bed as a Dutch oven. If it took a loser like me to make this woman orgasm, there was something seriously wrong regarding the paradigm in which we resided.
As years passed, I’d realize it was more than just one portion of the human endeavor that was out of whack. The entire system, to its core, was fucked. At this early stage, however, amid the glow of methane from a cow pasture adjacent this Motel Sex, it was apparent how irrational an institution like marriage was. Because someone wants to amass money from you ― should you choose to divorce ― you’re obligated by a silly directive to remain unhappy and unsatisfied?
Pondering this slavery to an inscrutable master, I continued to pump away, and ostensibly faked orgasms one and two commenced.
At this point, I’d been with maybe a thousand women, and most of them declared the same thing: They felt trapped by the system.
What was this enigmatic order to which they alluded?
Who knew, but they’d been scared to contradict it. Hence hesitant to shatter the shackles of marriage, frightened of religious wrath, or fearful of satiating their inherent desires, and being deemed a slut. They’d bought into this scheme that was developed to engender anxiety, and thereby obtain control.
Feigned orgasms three, four and five.
I was glad I’d seen the fallacy of this system early, and refused to adhere to it. If I hadn’t, I may have been married by now ― beaten into submission by a wife and children I abhorred.
As I reached for lube, my ephemeral lover’s orgasms were now occurring every 60 seconds. I thanked myself for not falling prey to the lunacy so many around me had.
Bob Blake ― as Baretta ― shot some dude on the six channel Sony in fantastic Technicolor.
The plump blonde joined at my hip stopped for a minute, catching her breath and gulping the 32 ounce Screwdriver I’d mixed her ― with a splash of orange juice for coloring.
Grainy shades of moonlight pierced her ample ass through curtains some obviously massive insect had been feasting on for years.
Although the encounter was as common for me as breakfast beer, this particular incident was a catalyst. The words I’d heard so often before ― from so many women ― placed me on a path for truth. If the marriage thing was a scam, what other lies were we being forced to deep throat?
Draggin’ my TV out to the desert, I mercifully filled its workings with low-caliber bullets, and began to question everything. I embarked on a reading frenzy, and haven’t stopped since. Comic books, warning labels, cryptic scratchings on matchbooks at interstate truck stops ― all were fair game. When my filter for the fallacious began working at optimal speed, I’d metastasized 95% of what I’d digested, and honed in on the relevant.
The prognosis was bleak. Humans had been ― and were being ― fucked like a nymphomaniac porn actress.
The upside? Contrary to what we’ve been told by those causing our dilemmas, solutions are simple. ** *** **** Hence, peruse this publication with optimism. Shit may appear grim, but ― like a two-piece puzzle ― we can put things back together correctly in no time.
** Zeitgeist: Addendum:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gKX9TWRyfs
*** Zeitgeist: Moving Forward:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z9WVZddH9w
**** Zeitgeist: The Movie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrHeg77LF4Y
Sources:
Movies:
Zeitgeist: Addendum. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. Jacque Fresco, John Perkins. DVD, 2008
Zeitgeist: Moving Forward. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. Gabor Mate, Robert Sapolsky. DVD, 2011
Zeitgeist: The Movie. Dir. Peter Joseph. Perfs. George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Jordan Maxwell. DVD, 2007
Online Movies:
Zeitgeist: Addendum:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gKX9TWRyfs
Zeitgeist: Moving Forward:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z9WVZddH9w
Zeitgeist: The Movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrHeg77LF4Y
HUMANITY: THE GRAND ILLUSION
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbor’s got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand Illusion
Deep inside we’re all the same
― Styx *
* Styx:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO62scTZ7Qk
There was once a planet called Earth. Upon this diminutive blue-green ball ― for a while, anyway ― existed a species termed humans. Most of this breed falsely believed they were the only tenants of the Universe, or at least the pinnacle of the food chain. This, despite they knew not who they were, from whence they came, nor how to escape Earth should they need to.
Said feeble-minded lot spent the majority of their existence amassing strips of fabric ― known as cash ― that inherently had no value to them. Even while giant space rocks hurtled their way, ** humans took no notice, and continued engaging in this useless task. Provided numerous warnings, their need to court the insignificant was unquenchable.
** Near-Earth objects:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Near-Earth_asteroid
In addition to the meaningless accumulation of these swatches of fiber, humans decided it would be a great idea to separate from each other. Even though logic dictated they ally to save themselves from what seemed an omnipotent Universe, they rather chose to divide. As a result, what was known as countries ― complete with imaginary boundaries ― were created.
But sequestering ― by way of this new implement ― was not enough. It became essential the members of these fictitious territories kill their own, should they happen to reside in different regions. This humans called war, necessary to retaining the illusory borders of the illusory countries.
While natural forces ― known as diseases ― annihilated this breed with dexterity, humans felt the strong desire to assist, killing as many of each other as they could.
At some point, the most peremptory of these territories was known as the United States ― or U.S. for short. Members of this region were falsely led to believe ― via a system of propaganda known as school ― theirs was a special make-believe territory, espousing ethics never before entertained. In reality, the U.S. was founded upon the same tenets ― murder, rape and thievery ― as any other country.
Residents of the United States were forced to pledge compliance to die for their territory to another useless strip of fabric called the flag. While most of the U.S. population told themselves there’s was an ethical endeavor, their ancestors had massacred, forcibly fucked and stolen from the humans who had formerly inhabited this region. Afterward, they developed a holiday ― a gala ― and referred to it as Thanksgiving to commemorate this monumental extermination. The population of the United States celebrated this festival yearly, forgetting the mass of humanity erased, now represented by this jovial event.
All the while, the enormous asteroids continued to race toward Earth.
Although money didn’t exist, holidays helped create so much more of this apocryphal ideal, humans were unable to cease at one. Hence, Christmas, which exalted the birth of Jesus Christ ― a fictional godhead for which there was no historical basis. This holiday was celebrated by homage to a fat geriatric with the ability to visit every home on Earth in a single night. Said swollen senior commanded a sled powered by eight animals with no wings, that magically possessed a mastery of aerial navigation.
And then came Easter ― a festival observing the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, by pretending a monstrous rabbit left chocolate eggs during the night. ***
*** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7ypvRtkkcQ
Since self-annihilation seemed paramount to humanity, Memorial and Veterans Days were designed to provide gratitude to hired assassins ― termed soldiers ― able to kill more of their own than typical humans. ****
**** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jtJqb-q3I
Fictitious regions known as countries required equally fictitious leaders known as presidents. These nonexistent commanders ― who annihilated more people in one day than most soldiers during entire careers ― also possessed their own holiday.
But humans couldn’t stop with adoration only on certain dates. They felt the need to idolize these consummate killers all the time. Hence, cash was decorated with the faces of these pretend leaders.
George Washington ― a man who owned more than 300 slaves and would, in most eras, be incarcerated for such ― was the first of these presidents. ***** His memory was apotheosized in denominations of cash known as the quarter, as well as the dollar bill.
***** Jacque Fresco:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnkCww2ZeVs
Abraham Lincoln ― an overt racist and mass murderer ― was glorified on currency called the penny, and the five dollar bill. ******
****** DiLorenzo, Thomas, J. (2006). Lincoln Unmasked: What You're Not Supposed to Know About Dishonest Abe. Three Rivers Press. ISBN: 0307338428
President Andrew Jackson ― a lightly-toned human with proficiency for killing dark-toned humans ― was remembered on the 20 dollar bill. *******
******* Andrew Jackson:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Removal_Act
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_of_Tears
This veneration wouldn’t be confined to presidents, though. Pretend protectors ― termed gods ― were imperative when controlling the population, should citizens become insurgent toward the imaginary rulers. Of course, these deities required homage. Over millennia, numerous gods came and went ― all dismissed as absurd by subsequent generations. None of these supreme beings were validated by physical evidence, and yet each was revered by the majority of humanity.
Noble traits were assigned these gods, which humans were informed they’d be judicious to emulate. This, even though the deity of the Jews ― a portion of humanity excluding itself from others ― commanded its adherents to slaughter, rape and plunder. ******** ********* The godhead of the Christians ― another chunk of humankind eager to separate themselves ― admonished those who failed to admire it, by doing so they’d be eternally burned and eaten alive.
******** www.evilbible.com
http://www.evilbible.com/Murder.htm
********* www.evilbible.com
http://www.evilbible.com/Rape.htm
Even without palpable proof of the existence of these deities, the bulk of humans declared belief in them, promulgating reverence again on cash. Hence the slogan “In God We Trust” on all forms of U.S. currency. Edicts of these gods were pronounced by individuals the ilk of Mother Teresa ― a fraud and mass murderer.
Although humans felt themselves shrewd for not believing the unsubstantiated word of a car salesman, they were willing to follow an invisible, silver-whiskered senior existing in an equally undetectable, gold city in the sky.
All this, while wayward asteroids sped toward Earth.
It appeared humanity thrived on delusion, and couldn’t have created a more pernicious paradigm.
And then came the Atomic Age ― an era during which this breed developed the capacity to exterminate itself. Prior, natural forces would have been the only cause for the extinguishment of humankind. Now, thanks to the ability to split, as well as fuse atoms, humans could eliminate their type in moments. This talent was captured in an invention called a bomb.
Thousands of these contraptions were made and pointed at each person on Earth. Hence, the entire population of this breed was minutes from nuclear demolition ― and would be for years ― although they’d done nothing to warrant such abuse. Oddly, humans did little to free themselves from this enslavement ― enabling the imaginary leaders to incarcerate by threat.
Even though humanity had the Sun at its disposal ― a source creating more energy in one second than humans produced in their entire existence ― leaders spuriously informed this breed it was exigent they split atoms. Hence, mammoth facilities ― termed nuclear power plants ― were developed, where this process was undergone. Humans were fallaciously informed this endeavor was safe. In reality, one meltdown ― a term denoting the unplanned destruction of a nuclear power plant ― could easily set in motion a chain of similar events that led to obliteration of this tiny species. In addition, humans had no means of storing the waste generated by this process; debris that would last for ― in certain cases ― billions of years. Excess that would be the most deadly substance known to humanity. **********
********** Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
Not only did the leaders of this breed sanction all nuclear power plants, not one of these facilities was developed without cash from their respective dominions.
This decrepit domicile was built on the feeble foundation of a sole power grid that provided electricity to the humans, and also prevented all nuclear manufactories from melting down. Should that single fail-safe stop working ― as it had no back-up ― all nuclear power plants the Earth over would release their products, terminating life on the planet. ***********
*********** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Able to control via suppression, governments failed to inform citizens of these crucial facts ― which included the ability to overcome this problem by building a second power grid.
Such was the dilemma of humans. Their fate was their own to decide. As of this writing, it remains uncertain what became of this infant of the cosmos.
Sources:
Books:
DiLorenzo, Thomas, J. (2006). Lincoln Unmasked: What You're Not Supposed to Know About Dishonest Abe. Three Rivers Press. ISBN: 0307338428
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Into Eternity. Dir. Michael Madsen. Perfs. Timo Aikas, Carl Reinhold Brakenhjelm. DVD, 2010
Online Movies:
Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbor’s got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand Illusion
Deep inside we’re all the same
― Styx *
* Styx:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO62scTZ7Qk
There was once a planet called Earth. Upon this diminutive blue-green ball ― for a while, anyway ― existed a species termed humans. Most of this breed falsely believed they were the only tenants of the Universe, or at least the pinnacle of the food chain. This, despite they knew not who they were, from whence they came, nor how to escape Earth should they need to.
Said feeble-minded lot spent the majority of their existence amassing strips of fabric ― known as cash ― that inherently had no value to them. Even while giant space rocks hurtled their way, ** humans took no notice, and continued engaging in this useless task. Provided numerous warnings, their need to court the insignificant was unquenchable.
** Near-Earth objects:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Near-Earth_asteroid
In addition to the meaningless accumulation of these swatches of fiber, humans decided it would be a great idea to separate from each other. Even though logic dictated they ally to save themselves from what seemed an omnipotent Universe, they rather chose to divide. As a result, what was known as countries ― complete with imaginary boundaries ― were created.
But sequestering ― by way of this new implement ― was not enough. It became essential the members of these fictitious territories kill their own, should they happen to reside in different regions. This humans called war, necessary to retaining the illusory borders of the illusory countries.
While natural forces ― known as diseases ― annihilated this breed with dexterity, humans felt the strong desire to assist, killing as many of each other as they could.
At some point, the most peremptory of these territories was known as the United States ― or U.S. for short. Members of this region were falsely led to believe ― via a system of propaganda known as school ― theirs was a special make-believe territory, espousing ethics never before entertained. In reality, the U.S. was founded upon the same tenets ― murder, rape and thievery ― as any other country.
Residents of the United States were forced to pledge compliance to die for their territory to another useless strip of fabric called the flag. While most of the U.S. population told themselves there’s was an ethical endeavor, their ancestors had massacred, forcibly fucked and stolen from the humans who had formerly inhabited this region. Afterward, they developed a holiday ― a gala ― and referred to it as Thanksgiving to commemorate this monumental extermination. The population of the United States celebrated this festival yearly, forgetting the mass of humanity erased, now represented by this jovial event.
All the while, the enormous asteroids continued to race toward Earth.
Although money didn’t exist, holidays helped create so much more of this apocryphal ideal, humans were unable to cease at one. Hence, Christmas, which exalted the birth of Jesus Christ ― a fictional godhead for which there was no historical basis. This holiday was celebrated by homage to a fat geriatric with the ability to visit every home on Earth in a single night. Said swollen senior commanded a sled powered by eight animals with no wings, that magically possessed a mastery of aerial navigation.
And then came Easter ― a festival observing the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, by pretending a monstrous rabbit left chocolate eggs during the night. ***
*** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7ypvRtkkcQ
Since self-annihilation seemed paramount to humanity, Memorial and Veterans Days were designed to provide gratitude to hired assassins ― termed soldiers ― able to kill more of their own than typical humans. ****
**** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jtJqb-q3I
Fictitious regions known as countries required equally fictitious leaders known as presidents. These nonexistent commanders ― who annihilated more people in one day than most soldiers during entire careers ― also possessed their own holiday.
But humans couldn’t stop with adoration only on certain dates. They felt the need to idolize these consummate killers all the time. Hence, cash was decorated with the faces of these pretend leaders.
George Washington ― a man who owned more than 300 slaves and would, in most eras, be incarcerated for such ― was the first of these presidents. ***** His memory was apotheosized in denominations of cash known as the quarter, as well as the dollar bill.
***** Jacque Fresco:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnkCww2ZeVs
Abraham Lincoln ― an overt racist and mass murderer ― was glorified on currency called the penny, and the five dollar bill. ******
****** DiLorenzo, Thomas, J. (2006). Lincoln Unmasked: What You're Not Supposed to Know About Dishonest Abe. Three Rivers Press. ISBN: 0307338428
President Andrew Jackson ― a lightly-toned human with proficiency for killing dark-toned humans ― was remembered on the 20 dollar bill. *******
******* Andrew Jackson:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Removal_Act
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_of_Tears
This veneration wouldn’t be confined to presidents, though. Pretend protectors ― termed gods ― were imperative when controlling the population, should citizens become insurgent toward the imaginary rulers. Of course, these deities required homage. Over millennia, numerous gods came and went ― all dismissed as absurd by subsequent generations. None of these supreme beings were validated by physical evidence, and yet each was revered by the majority of humanity.
Noble traits were assigned these gods, which humans were informed they’d be judicious to emulate. This, even though the deity of the Jews ― a portion of humanity excluding itself from others ― commanded its adherents to slaughter, rape and plunder. ******** ********* The godhead of the Christians ― another chunk of humankind eager to separate themselves ― admonished those who failed to admire it, by doing so they’d be eternally burned and eaten alive.
******** www.evilbible.com
http://www.evilbible.com/Murder.htm
********* www.evilbible.com
http://www.evilbible.com/Rape.htm
Even without palpable proof of the existence of these deities, the bulk of humans declared belief in them, promulgating reverence again on cash. Hence the slogan “In God We Trust” on all forms of U.S. currency. Edicts of these gods were pronounced by individuals the ilk of Mother Teresa ― a fraud and mass murderer.
Although humans felt themselves shrewd for not believing the unsubstantiated word of a car salesman, they were willing to follow an invisible, silver-whiskered senior existing in an equally undetectable, gold city in the sky.
All this, while wayward asteroids sped toward Earth.
It appeared humanity thrived on delusion, and couldn’t have created a more pernicious paradigm.
And then came the Atomic Age ― an era during which this breed developed the capacity to exterminate itself. Prior, natural forces would have been the only cause for the extinguishment of humankind. Now, thanks to the ability to split, as well as fuse atoms, humans could eliminate their type in moments. This talent was captured in an invention called a bomb.
Thousands of these contraptions were made and pointed at each person on Earth. Hence, the entire population of this breed was minutes from nuclear demolition ― and would be for years ― although they’d done nothing to warrant such abuse. Oddly, humans did little to free themselves from this enslavement ― enabling the imaginary leaders to incarcerate by threat.
Even though humanity had the Sun at its disposal ― a source creating more energy in one second than humans produced in their entire existence ― leaders spuriously informed this breed it was exigent they split atoms. Hence, mammoth facilities ― termed nuclear power plants ― were developed, where this process was undergone. Humans were fallaciously informed this endeavor was safe. In reality, one meltdown ― a term denoting the unplanned destruction of a nuclear power plant ― could easily set in motion a chain of similar events that led to obliteration of this tiny species. In addition, humans had no means of storing the waste generated by this process; debris that would last for ― in certain cases ― billions of years. Excess that would be the most deadly substance known to humanity. **********
********** Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
Not only did the leaders of this breed sanction all nuclear power plants, not one of these facilities was developed without cash from their respective dominions.
This decrepit domicile was built on the feeble foundation of a sole power grid that provided electricity to the humans, and also prevented all nuclear manufactories from melting down. Should that single fail-safe stop working ― as it had no back-up ― all nuclear power plants the Earth over would release their products, terminating life on the planet. ***********
*********** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Able to control via suppression, governments failed to inform citizens of these crucial facts ― which included the ability to overcome this problem by building a second power grid.
Such was the dilemma of humans. Their fate was their own to decide. As of this writing, it remains uncertain what became of this infant of the cosmos.
Sources:
Books:
DiLorenzo, Thomas, J. (2006). Lincoln Unmasked: What You're Not Supposed to Know About Dishonest Abe. Three Rivers Press. ISBN: 0307338428
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Into Eternity. Dir. Michael Madsen. Perfs. Timo Aikas, Carl Reinhold Brakenhjelm. DVD, 2010
Online Movies:
Into Eternity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eObN9B6hciQ
WORLD TRADE CENTER 7
You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control all the corporations. They’ve long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls. They’ve got the judges in their back pockets, and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all the news and information you get to hear. They got ya’ by the balls.
[…] Well we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else. But I’ll tell you what they don’t want. They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking.
[…] They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fuckin’ years ago. They don’t want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsL6mKxtOlQ
September 11, 2001. Some shit came down. From a cosmic context, it didn’t mean much, but for humanity, it was a game changer ― at the risk of sounding bromidic. A few thousand folk died in what the U.S. government alleges was a terrorist attack on domestic ground.
Let’s analyze the above pronouncement, and thereby dismiss it. Prior to humans, there was no domestic nor foreign soil. Planet Earth had land accessible to anyone, or anything. Altruistic of this celestial ball, don’t ya’ think?
Along came a sentient species, ravenous for control, and speciously divided up this gratuitous ground. Far before humans existed, and long after, their territorial boundaries ― from an empyrean standpoint ― didn’t mean anything. Thus, the ideology of domestic and foreign was solely implemented so some frightened control freak could retain what he, she or it perceived as domination.
Hence, no attack on domestic soil, as the ideas of domestic and foreign are meaningless.
Let’s move on, shall we?
Approximately 3,000 people perished on the aforementioned date, as a result of this incident. Again, within this paradigm, not a major deal, since thousands die every day. From a cosmic framework ― as there are countless species Universally ― not much of a dent.
Where proceedings do become important are on the microcosmic level. Even more imperative, September 11, 2001, left behind definitive evidence as to who’d been guilty of sabotage against humanity for some time.
Three steel-framed skyscrapers ― two 110 stories, another 47 floors tall ― were obliterated by two planes.
Let’s repeat this sentence, which defines the official government theory ― a hypothesis a significant percentage of Americans is no longer buying. Two planes demolish three buildings.
Two planes. Three buildings. Math that defies known logic, at this point.
According to the U.S. hegemony, these mammoth edifices were felled by office fires, generated by commercial airliners crashing into two of them. The structures in question were steel-framed skyscrapers ― a type of building that hadn’t prior, nor since, collapsed due to conflagration.
The following entry won’t impart extensive details regarding this event ― as such would require an entire book. However, this segment will provide meaty hunks of veracity blasting cannonball holes in the tenuous hypothesis the American government provides us all.
Let’s revisit simple mathematics: two planes, three structures.
That equation alone should cause people to inquire, “What the fuck―?!?”
Since a capacious faction don’t realize there was a third building ― World Trade Center 7 ― that disintegrated on September 11, few query what we’ve been told.
Let’s start with the most obvious problem regarding the official report of 9/11. There are two main suspects implicated in this crime: al-Qaeda and the U.S. government, itself. The latter was tasked ― via the 9/11 Commission and NIST (the National Institute of Standards and Technology) ― to determine what transpired on September, 11, 2001. The aforementioned are government organizations.
How often does one find a main suspect to a crime allowed to solve that malfeasance? By this rationale, shouldn’t al-Qaeda be provided the opportunity to investigate this transgression, as well?
We’re left to ponder the fact not only had no other steel-framed skyscraper in history collapsed due to fire, but three such edifices, on a single day, in the same locale, came to this demise.
Since we’ve addressed problems posed by basic math ― in opposition to the official theory ― let’s move on to dilemmas caused by simple physics. Via NIST, the government would have us believe all 267 stories of World Trade Center 1, 2 and 7 toppled due to warping steel, resultant of office fires. It’s well known such blazes can reach nowhere near the temperature required to accomplish this.
Structural steel does not begin to melt until it reaches about 2,700 degrees Fahrenheit. NIST does not suggest that any of the steel in WTC 7 [World Trade Center Building 7] came anywhere close to this temperature. Its most extravagant claim is that some of the beams reached 1,250 degrees Fahrenheit. **
** Griffin, David Ray. (2010). The Mysterious Collapse of World Trade Center 7: Why the Official Report About 9/11 is Unscientific and False. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566567862
Melting and warping steel happen at different temperatures, but office blazes could never have burnt so virulently to collapse a 47 story skyscraper, let alone two buildings, each 110 floors tall. In addition, what could have caused pools of molten iron, molybdenum and steel found in the World Trade Center rubble? Temperatures necessary for the above to be present could never have been generated by office fires, but would definitely have been a result of explosives. Infernos within the aftermath raged for weeks ― an occurrence impossible due to the low-level heat produced by smoldering office equipment.
NIST itself reported that it found no evidence that any of [the steel in the Twin Towers] had reached temperatures above 1,100 degrees Fahrenheit. NIST also explicitly stated that the fires in the towers could not have melted any steel. ***
*** IBID.
Copious proof of nano-thermite and thermate ― both products of highly-charged explosives ― were found in the ruins of WTC 1, 2 and 7. Office fires could not have produced these incendiary footprints.
We discover that numerous steel-frame skyscrapers throughout history had endured infernos much greater than those witnessed on 9/11, but none fell as a result.
In 1988, a blaze burned in the First Interstate Bank of Los Angeles for three and a half hours, yet the building failed to collapse. An inferno in 1991 engulfed a skyscraper at One Meridian Plaza in Philadelphia for 18 hours, but didn’t bring the structure down. A high-rise pyre continued 17 hours in Caracas, Venezuela, and the massive edifice remained standing.
Contrary to the infernos within these three buildings, fires in World Trade Center 7, as well as WTC 1 and 2, were dying. Blazes in these structures emitted black, opaque smoke, and were thus going out. As anyone who’s built a fire in a fireplace will note, flames burning hottest emit little exhaust, and those dwindling ― thus least hot ― produce copious amounts of dark smoke. This was evidenced by fires in all three buildings that collapsed at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.
Additionally, according to NIST, these blazes were fueled by office furnishings, which were designed to be flame-retardant. Columns and supporting beams of WTC 1, 2 and 7 were also coated with fire-proofing products.
As anybody can deduce ― via online videos of the World Trade Center collapses ― buildings were brought down in a controlled, symmetrical fashion. Since the official theory asserts these edifices endured disparate fires on various floors, shouldn’t the skyscrapers have come down in a disorderly way? Previous to, and after these occurrences, the only method by which structures near these magnitudes were destroyed was controlled demolition.
For WTC 7 to have fallen in the fashion it did ― precisely into its own footprint ― it would be necessary 82 structural columns demolish at the same rate, at the same time. It’s a physical impossibility a series of office fires could have caused such a scenario.
Then we have the problem of the evidence itself. Before an investigation could commence, the government carted the remaining portions of all three structures to China and India, and melted it down. Isn’t this destruction of evidence, and thereby obstruction of justice?
The Jersey Girls ― a group of widows, due to the events of that day ― generated sufficient notoriety to force the government to launch a halfhearted and weak investigation into the events of September 11, 2001. This being said, the accuracy of NIST’s findings is highly questionable, as its conclusions were based upon computer simulations, as opposed to the evidence, itself. Variables were fabricated by this government agency, until “sufficient” results were obtained. Even so, the National Institute of Standards and Technology was unable to reproduce what ensued on 9/11, and their conclusions defied known laws of physics.
In the end, 118 of 503 firefighters interviewed on site professed to experiencing, hearing or seeing explosives in use during the collapse of WTC 1, 2 and 7. Such testimony has been labeled inadmissible in the final NIST report.
Eyewitness corroboration via Barry Jennings and Michael Hess ― deputy director of the Emergency Services Department of the New York City Housing Authority; and New York City’s chief lawyer, respectively ― was dismissed by NIST. Both individuals were inside WTC 7 shortly before the building came down, and both maintained experiencing explosions within the edifice.
And what of NIST’s admission Building 7 collapsed for 2.25 seconds at free fall acceleration? This is equivalent to dropping a bowling ball off a roof. Physics a child can understand prove if something obstructs this object, it’s descent speed will decrease. The only way the ball can drop at the rate of gravity would be if nothing impeded it. This constant remains true for WTC 7. For this structure to have fallen at freefall speed, the edifice below the descending floors would had to have been removed. This feat is unattainable via office fires, but can easily be accomplished through controlled demolition. Even when not collapsing at free-fall speed, both WTC 7, as well as Buildings 1 and 2, dropped at a velocity so close to that of gravity, such could only have been caused by regulated destruction.
None of the above even addresses the official theory concerning the Pentagon, nor an open field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which were also targets during September 11, 2001.
The former is obviously one of the most surveilled buildings on the planet. One wouldn’t be surprised to discover closed-circuit television cameras in the toilets of this edifice, and yet five frames of video is all we’re provided to explain what happened here during 9/11? According to the government theory, a jumbo jet crashed into the Pentagon, but these five frames provide no such evidence. We’ve an ambiguous explosion into the building in question, caused by nothing in particular. All this from one of the most secure facilities on Earth. Should an hegemony wish to dispel contradictory conclusions, why wouldn’t they produce exhaustive footage ― which they obviously possess ― that would end the dilemma once and for all?
How did Flight 93 near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, evaporate ― when no other airliner in history has, upon impact with soft ground?
Again, this segment is solely meant to address ― in broad terms ― World Trade Center 7, a building approximately 50% of Americans, until recently, didn’t even realize collapsed. Hence, details regarding WTC 1, 2, the Pentagon and Shanksville will be saved for a later entry.
Before moving on to the next chapter, though, ask yourself: Do you think a ragtag group of individuals living in caves could have pulled off a mission of this magnitude against the most technologically advanced nation on Earth?
One would either have to be ignorant, or severely retarded, in order to believe what the U.S. government is asserting regarding 9/11.
Sources:
Books:
Griffin, David Ray. (2010). The Mysterious Collapse of World Trade Center 7: Why the Official Report About 9/11 is Unscientific and False. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566567862
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
You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control all the corporations. They’ve long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls. They’ve got the judges in their back pockets, and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all the news and information you get to hear. They got ya’ by the balls.
[…] Well we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else. But I’ll tell you what they don’t want. They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking.
[…] They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fuckin’ years ago. They don’t want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsL6mKxtOlQ
September 11, 2001. Some shit came down. From a cosmic context, it didn’t mean much, but for humanity, it was a game changer ― at the risk of sounding bromidic. A few thousand folk died in what the U.S. government alleges was a terrorist attack on domestic ground.
Let’s analyze the above pronouncement, and thereby dismiss it. Prior to humans, there was no domestic nor foreign soil. Planet Earth had land accessible to anyone, or anything. Altruistic of this celestial ball, don’t ya’ think?
Along came a sentient species, ravenous for control, and speciously divided up this gratuitous ground. Far before humans existed, and long after, their territorial boundaries ― from an empyrean standpoint ― didn’t mean anything. Thus, the ideology of domestic and foreign was solely implemented so some frightened control freak could retain what he, she or it perceived as domination.
Hence, no attack on domestic soil, as the ideas of domestic and foreign are meaningless.
Let’s move on, shall we?
Approximately 3,000 people perished on the aforementioned date, as a result of this incident. Again, within this paradigm, not a major deal, since thousands die every day. From a cosmic framework ― as there are countless species Universally ― not much of a dent.
Where proceedings do become important are on the microcosmic level. Even more imperative, September 11, 2001, left behind definitive evidence as to who’d been guilty of sabotage against humanity for some time.
Three steel-framed skyscrapers ― two 110 stories, another 47 floors tall ― were obliterated by two planes.
Let’s repeat this sentence, which defines the official government theory ― a hypothesis a significant percentage of Americans is no longer buying. Two planes demolish three buildings.
Two planes. Three buildings. Math that defies known logic, at this point.
According to the U.S. hegemony, these mammoth edifices were felled by office fires, generated by commercial airliners crashing into two of them. The structures in question were steel-framed skyscrapers ― a type of building that hadn’t prior, nor since, collapsed due to conflagration.
The following entry won’t impart extensive details regarding this event ― as such would require an entire book. However, this segment will provide meaty hunks of veracity blasting cannonball holes in the tenuous hypothesis the American government provides us all.
Let’s revisit simple mathematics: two planes, three structures.
That equation alone should cause people to inquire, “What the fuck―?!?”
Since a capacious faction don’t realize there was a third building ― World Trade Center 7 ― that disintegrated on September 11, few query what we’ve been told.
Let’s start with the most obvious problem regarding the official report of 9/11. There are two main suspects implicated in this crime: al-Qaeda and the U.S. government, itself. The latter was tasked ― via the 9/11 Commission and NIST (the National Institute of Standards and Technology) ― to determine what transpired on September, 11, 2001. The aforementioned are government organizations.
How often does one find a main suspect to a crime allowed to solve that malfeasance? By this rationale, shouldn’t al-Qaeda be provided the opportunity to investigate this transgression, as well?
We’re left to ponder the fact not only had no other steel-framed skyscraper in history collapsed due to fire, but three such edifices, on a single day, in the same locale, came to this demise.
Since we’ve addressed problems posed by basic math ― in opposition to the official theory ― let’s move on to dilemmas caused by simple physics. Via NIST, the government would have us believe all 267 stories of World Trade Center 1, 2 and 7 toppled due to warping steel, resultant of office fires. It’s well known such blazes can reach nowhere near the temperature required to accomplish this.
Structural steel does not begin to melt until it reaches about 2,700 degrees Fahrenheit. NIST does not suggest that any of the steel in WTC 7 [World Trade Center Building 7] came anywhere close to this temperature. Its most extravagant claim is that some of the beams reached 1,250 degrees Fahrenheit. **
** Griffin, David Ray. (2010). The Mysterious Collapse of World Trade Center 7: Why the Official Report About 9/11 is Unscientific and False. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566567862
Melting and warping steel happen at different temperatures, but office blazes could never have burnt so virulently to collapse a 47 story skyscraper, let alone two buildings, each 110 floors tall. In addition, what could have caused pools of molten iron, molybdenum and steel found in the World Trade Center rubble? Temperatures necessary for the above to be present could never have been generated by office fires, but would definitely have been a result of explosives. Infernos within the aftermath raged for weeks ― an occurrence impossible due to the low-level heat produced by smoldering office equipment.
NIST itself reported that it found no evidence that any of [the steel in the Twin Towers] had reached temperatures above 1,100 degrees Fahrenheit. NIST also explicitly stated that the fires in the towers could not have melted any steel. ***
*** IBID.
Copious proof of nano-thermite and thermate ― both products of highly-charged explosives ― were found in the ruins of WTC 1, 2 and 7. Office fires could not have produced these incendiary footprints.
We discover that numerous steel-frame skyscrapers throughout history had endured infernos much greater than those witnessed on 9/11, but none fell as a result.
In 1988, a blaze burned in the First Interstate Bank of Los Angeles for three and a half hours, yet the building failed to collapse. An inferno in 1991 engulfed a skyscraper at One Meridian Plaza in Philadelphia for 18 hours, but didn’t bring the structure down. A high-rise pyre continued 17 hours in Caracas, Venezuela, and the massive edifice remained standing.
Contrary to the infernos within these three buildings, fires in World Trade Center 7, as well as WTC 1 and 2, were dying. Blazes in these structures emitted black, opaque smoke, and were thus going out. As anyone who’s built a fire in a fireplace will note, flames burning hottest emit little exhaust, and those dwindling ― thus least hot ― produce copious amounts of dark smoke. This was evidenced by fires in all three buildings that collapsed at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.
Additionally, according to NIST, these blazes were fueled by office furnishings, which were designed to be flame-retardant. Columns and supporting beams of WTC 1, 2 and 7 were also coated with fire-proofing products.
As anybody can deduce ― via online videos of the World Trade Center collapses ― buildings were brought down in a controlled, symmetrical fashion. Since the official theory asserts these edifices endured disparate fires on various floors, shouldn’t the skyscrapers have come down in a disorderly way? Previous to, and after these occurrences, the only method by which structures near these magnitudes were destroyed was controlled demolition.
For WTC 7 to have fallen in the fashion it did ― precisely into its own footprint ― it would be necessary 82 structural columns demolish at the same rate, at the same time. It’s a physical impossibility a series of office fires could have caused such a scenario.
Then we have the problem of the evidence itself. Before an investigation could commence, the government carted the remaining portions of all three structures to China and India, and melted it down. Isn’t this destruction of evidence, and thereby obstruction of justice?
The Jersey Girls ― a group of widows, due to the events of that day ― generated sufficient notoriety to force the government to launch a halfhearted and weak investigation into the events of September 11, 2001. This being said, the accuracy of NIST’s findings is highly questionable, as its conclusions were based upon computer simulations, as opposed to the evidence, itself. Variables were fabricated by this government agency, until “sufficient” results were obtained. Even so, the National Institute of Standards and Technology was unable to reproduce what ensued on 9/11, and their conclusions defied known laws of physics.
In the end, 118 of 503 firefighters interviewed on site professed to experiencing, hearing or seeing explosives in use during the collapse of WTC 1, 2 and 7. Such testimony has been labeled inadmissible in the final NIST report.
Eyewitness corroboration via Barry Jennings and Michael Hess ― deputy director of the Emergency Services Department of the New York City Housing Authority; and New York City’s chief lawyer, respectively ― was dismissed by NIST. Both individuals were inside WTC 7 shortly before the building came down, and both maintained experiencing explosions within the edifice.
And what of NIST’s admission Building 7 collapsed for 2.25 seconds at free fall acceleration? This is equivalent to dropping a bowling ball off a roof. Physics a child can understand prove if something obstructs this object, it’s descent speed will decrease. The only way the ball can drop at the rate of gravity would be if nothing impeded it. This constant remains true for WTC 7. For this structure to have fallen at freefall speed, the edifice below the descending floors would had to have been removed. This feat is unattainable via office fires, but can easily be accomplished through controlled demolition. Even when not collapsing at free-fall speed, both WTC 7, as well as Buildings 1 and 2, dropped at a velocity so close to that of gravity, such could only have been caused by regulated destruction.
None of the above even addresses the official theory concerning the Pentagon, nor an open field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which were also targets during September 11, 2001.
The former is obviously one of the most surveilled buildings on the planet. One wouldn’t be surprised to discover closed-circuit television cameras in the toilets of this edifice, and yet five frames of video is all we’re provided to explain what happened here during 9/11? According to the government theory, a jumbo jet crashed into the Pentagon, but these five frames provide no such evidence. We’ve an ambiguous explosion into the building in question, caused by nothing in particular. All this from one of the most secure facilities on Earth. Should an hegemony wish to dispel contradictory conclusions, why wouldn’t they produce exhaustive footage ― which they obviously possess ― that would end the dilemma once and for all?
How did Flight 93 near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, evaporate ― when no other airliner in history has, upon impact with soft ground?
Again, this segment is solely meant to address ― in broad terms ― World Trade Center 7, a building approximately 50% of Americans, until recently, didn’t even realize collapsed. Hence, details regarding WTC 1, 2, the Pentagon and Shanksville will be saved for a later entry.
Before moving on to the next chapter, though, ask yourself: Do you think a ragtag group of individuals living in caves could have pulled off a mission of this magnitude against the most technologically advanced nation on Earth?
One would either have to be ignorant, or severely retarded, in order to believe what the U.S. government is asserting regarding 9/11.
Sources:
Books:
Griffin, David Ray. (2010). The Mysterious Collapse of World Trade Center 7: Why the Official Report About 9/11 is Unscientific and False. Olive Branch Press. ISBN: 9781566567862
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
MOTHER TERESA
Religion has actually convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live, and suffer, and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever, ’til the end of time…
But he loves you. […]
He loves you, and he needs money.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Po_AhPg1Oc
Mother Teresa has been called many things: a martyr, a living saint, an inspiration. But allow me be the first to call her a cunt.
Too harsh? You have no problems referring to Adolf Hitler by that label, since he was a mass murderer. Well, so too was Mom T. Thus, why not afford her the same irreverence?
How else should one refer to an individual who hoarded money ― had more than she could count ― and refused to spend it on the infirm and suffering? What about a personage who coerced others to agonize and die when their afflictions were easily treatable? How about a thief, ready to steal in order to stock her own, private cache?
Well, Mother Teresa was all of the above, and so much more. Shall we add fraud to her list of accomplishments, since she convinced the majority of humans she was an appendage of some divine deity, although nothing could be further from the truth?
You hear it all the time. The invocation of her name, as though it holds pious veneration we should all aspire to.
“I’m caring, but I’m no Mother Teresa.”
“Like Mother Teresa, I try to do more good.”
“What would Mother Teresa do?”
Why not disclose this cheat for what she was ― solely another parlor trick in the bag of the Catholic Church to expand its membership of paying devotees?
The needle perforated the tenuous skin of the youth. His flesh was paper-thin, almost diaphanous in the lackluster light of the Home for the Dying in Calcutta. This was headquarters for Mother Teresa. The teenage boy ― suffering from a malady easily curable at the hospital down the road ― was being allowed to rot and die, as per the aforementioned’s decree. By daybreak, he’d be dead. He wasn’t the first, and so long as Mom T’s foot soldiers were allowed to practice their perverted penitence, wouldn’t be the last.
Categorized the Missionaries of Charity (MC), Mother Teresa’s followers are portrayed in a righteous light. In reality, their apotheosized leader — no better than a Marshall Applewhite or Jim Jones — instructed her adherents it was necessary they agonize to find redemption.
This contemptible woman’s catalyst was suffering. She thought because we’re told Jesus endured great pain in his death, we all should, too. Thus, we would become more Christ-like. By such a maniacal motivation, wouldn’t our agony also make us more akin to murderers executed in the electric chair?
Via Mother Teresa’s logic, shouldn’t those of us who suffer prior to death now all be closer to William Kemmler ― a man who hacked his girlfriend to bits with an axe? A man who also endured insane amounts of pain when his execution was mismanaged. A man who fried to death for several minutes, causing the electric chair chamber to wreak with the nauseating stench of searing meat.
By Mother Teresa’s reasoning, shouldn’t this convicted killer also be closer to Christ, since he suffered greatly?
This lunacy can be exemplified by a filmed interview with Mother Teresa, in which she related an exchange she had with a cancer patient. The individual in question was in the final stages of the disease, and agonizing immensely. Mommy T leaned in, asserting, “You are suffering like Christ on the cross. So Jesus must be kissing you.”
The anguished patient responded with, “Then please tell him to stop kissing me.”
While folks in Mother Teresa’s care ― or lack thereof ― were dying in droves, provided insufficient medical treatment, this living saint was seen to by the finest of physicians, when she became ill.
Mary Louden ― who volunteered at the Home for the Dying ― had the following to impart:
They’re not being given a great deal of medical care. They’re not being given painkillers really beyond aspirin and maybe if you’re lucky some Brufen or something, for the sort of pain that goes with terminal cancer […].
They didn’t have enough drips. The needles they used and re-used over and over and over and you would see some of the nuns rinsing needles under the cold water tap. And I asked one of them why she was doing it and she said: “Well to clean it.” And I said, “Yes, but why are you not sterilizing it; why are you not boiling water and sterilizing your needles?” She said, “There’s no point. There’s no time.”
The first day I was there when I finished working in the women’s ward I went and waited on the edge of the men’s ward for my boyfriend, who was looking after a boy of fifteen who was dying, and an American doctor told me that she had been trying to treat this boy. And that he had a really relatively simple kidney complaint that had simply got worse and worse and worse because he hadn’t had antibiotics. And he actually needed an operation. I don’t recall what the problem was, but she did tell me. And she was so angry, but also very resigned which so many people become in that situation. And she said, “Well, they won’t take him to hospital.” And I said: “Why? All you have to do is get a cab. Take him to the nearest hospital, demand that he has treatment. Get him an operation.”
She said: “They don’t do it. They won’t do it. If they do it for one, they do it for everybody.” And I thought ― but this kid is fifteen.
The aforementioned example ― indicative of the adoration Mother Teresa bestowed upon her patients ― may cause one to surmise the MC was broke. Little could be more incorrect.
When asked how much money the Missionaries of Charity possesses, Sister Nirmala Joshi ― Mother Teresa’s successor ― responded:
Countless…Countless […]. It is difficult, in a sense, to keep on counting all the time […]. Only God knows. You can ask him.
Susan Shields ― who spent close to 10 years as a Missionary of Charity ― asserted:
Our bank account was already the size of a great fortune and increased with every postal service delivery. Around $50 million had collected in one checking account in the Bronx…Those of us who worked in the office regularly understood that we were not to speak about our work. The donations rolled in and were deposited in the bank, but they had no effect on our ascetic lives or on the lives of the poor we were trying to help.
Even though Mother Teresa made the following attestation:
We have to do God’s will in everything. We also take a special vow which other congregations don’t take; that of giving wholehearted free service to the poor. This vow means that we cannot work for the rich; neither can we accept any money for the work we do. Ours has to be a free service, and to the poor.
The fact is, the MC receives ample amounts of cash from bureaucracies, big business and affluent individuals.
Over the years, Mother Teresa had been bestowed innumerable awards ― among them the Nobel Peace Prize, in addition to India’s
Prize of the Miraculous Lotus. These adulations often garner a generous dollar amount, which the Missionaries of Charity retains in its treasury.
In addition, according to Colette Livermore ― 11 year member of the MC ― Mother Teresa was not above groveling. In fact, she’d send her stooges into the streets ― pretending her institution was insolvent ― to beg for handouts. Mother Teresa, herself, literally always had her palm presented to accept any donation, large or small.
Although the MC have stockpiled more than enough money to fund the finest medical facilities in the land, they refuse proper treatment to those in need. Any credible medical institution would be indictable as a result. Because we’re talking an association under the auspices of the Church, this barbarity is overlooked.
The Home for the Dying is deluged with emaciated, agonizing individuals, given little more than cots for comfort ― while the Missionaries of Charity has more money than it knows what to do with. All this while signs about the building read: “I am on my way to heaven.”
But the amassing of funds wasn’t solely kept from those at death’s door; it was also concealed from those seeking simple necessities, like roofs over their heads. Miss Elgy Gillespie ― columnist and writer ― experienced firsthand the push for pain Mother Teresa commanded, when she visited a San Francisco affiliate of the MC:
Sent to cook in her hostel, tactfully named “The Gift of Love” (it is for homeless men with HIV), I found a dozen or so very sick men; but those who weren’t very sick were exceptionally depressed, because they were not allowed to watch TV or smoke or drink or have friends over. Even when they were dying, close friends were not allowed. They are never allowed to drink, even at the funerals of their friends and roommates […].
A Guatemalan writer that I befriended there was desperate to get out, so a friend of mine who was also there adopted him for as long as she could. He became much sicker and when she begged him to go back because she couldn’t mind him, he begged her to keep him because he knew they didn’t medicate enough, or properly, and was afraid he would have to die without morphine.
According to Susan Shields:
In the Bronx, plans were being made to establish a new home for the poor. Many of the homeless were sick and needed more permanent accommodations than that offered by our night shelter. We had bought a large abandoned building from the city for one dollar. A co-worker offered to be the contractor and arranged for an architect to draw up plans for the renovations. Government regulations required that an elevator be installed for the use of the disabled. Mother would not allow an elevator. The city offered to pay for the elevator. Its offer was refused. After all the negotiations and plans, the project for the poor was abandoned because an elevator for the handicapped was unacceptable.
All this while the coffers of the MC were overflowing with riches ― cash the order was forbade from spending either on the indigent, or themselves.
Perhaps the most renowned donations to the Missionaries of Charity were made by Charles Keating. Said individual masterminded the infamous 1980s Savings and Loan opprobrium, during which he purloined exorbitant amounts of money from ignorant investors. What resulted was a bailout ― using taxpayer cash ― to the extent never before seen.
In 1992, Mr. Keating was indicted, and placed on trial for his duplicitous actions, but not before granting roughly $1,250,000 to the MC. Keating provided money and a private jet to Mother Teresa, while the demented Albanian nun offered a falsely ethical reputation in exchange.
In conclusion, Keating would be sentenced to prison, and Mother Teresa ― knowing full well the aforementioned donations were stolen ― refused to return the cash. In addition, Mom T wrote a plea to the court seeking leniency on behalf of ol’ Chaz.
Mr. Paul Turley ― Deputy District Attorney for Los Angeles, and Keating’s co-prosecutor ― sent the following letter to Mother Teresa. He never received a response:
I am a Deputy District Attorney in Los Angeles County and one of the persons who worked on the prosecution of your benefactor, Charles H. Keating, Jr. I read your letter to Judge Ito, written on behalf of Mr. Keating, which includes your admission that you know nothing about Mr. Keating’s business or the criminal charges presented to Judge Ito. I am writing to you to provide a brief explanation of the crimes of which Mr. Keating has been convicted, to give you an understanding of the source of the money that Mr. Keating gave to you, and to suggest that you perform the moral and ethical act of returning the money to its rightful owners.
Mr. Keating was convicted of defrauding 17 individuals of more than $900,000. These 17 persons were representative of 17,000 individuals from whom Mr. Keating stole $252,000,000. Mr. Keating’s specific acts of fraud were that he was the source of a series of fraudulent representations made to persons who bought bonds from his company and he also was the repository of crucial information which he chose to withhold from bond purchasers, thereby luring his victims into believing they were making a safe, low-risk investment. In truth and in fact, their money was being used to fund Mr. Keating’s exorbitant and extravagant lifestyle.
The victims of Mr. Keating’s fraud come from a wide spectrum of society. Some were wealthy and well-educated. Most were people of modest means and unfamiliar with high finance. One was, indeed, a poor carpenter who did not speak English and had his life savings stolen by Mr. Keating’s fraud.
The biblical slogan of your organization is “As long as you did it to one of these My least brethren. You did it to Me.” The “least” of the brethren are among those whom Mr. Keating fleeced without flinching. As you well know, divine forgiveness is available to all, but forgiveness must be preceded by admission of sin. Not only has Mr. Keating failed to admit his sins and his crimes, he persists in self-righteously blaming others for his own misdeeds. Your experience is, admirably, with the poor. My experience has been with the “con” man and the perpetrator of the fraud. It is not uncommon for “con” men to be generous with family, friends and charities. Perhaps they believe that their generosity will purchase love, respect and forgiveness. However, the time when the purchase of “indulgences” was an acceptable method of seeking forgiveness died with the Reformation. No church, no charity, no organization should allow itself to be used as salve for the conscience of the criminal. We all are grateful that forgiveness is available but we all, also, must perform our duty. That includes the Judge and the Jury. I remind myself of the biblical admonition of the Prophet Micah: “O man, what is good and what does the Lord require of you. To do justice, love mercy and walk humbly.”
We are urged to love mercy but we must do justice.
You urge Judge Ito to look into his heart ― as he sentences Charles Keating ― and do what Jesus would do. I submit the same challenge to you. Ask yourself what Jesus would do if he were given the fruits of a crime; what Jesus would do if he were in possession of money that had been stolen; what Jesus would do if he were being exploited by a thief to ease his conscience?
I submit that Jesus would promptly and unhesitatingly return the stolen property to its rightful owners. You would do the same. You have been given money by Mr. Keating that he has been convicted of stealing by fraud. Do not permit him the “indulgence” he desires. Do not keep the money. Return it to those who worked for it and earned it!
If you contact me I will put you in direct contact with the rightful owners of the property now in your possession.
Sincerely,
Paul W. Turley
Emily Lewis ― a nurse who has spent much of her time toiling in Third World destinations ― asked the pertinent question:
Is it going too far to liken Mother Teresa to some of our infamous televangelists, turning their audiences on to what is in God’s heart and mind while encouraging and accepting all donations?
To paraphrase the late Christopher Hitchens, those in more affluent countries sleep much better at night believing ― whether truthfully or not ― someone is taking care of the poor. As a result, individuals in prosperous portions of the world tend to ask few questions when it comes to the true stewardship of the impoverished. Believing the Missionaries of Charity are helping ― even if such isn’t the case ― is all we need.
When it came down to it, Mother Teresa was no more than an exalted cult leader. Not only are patients of her convent coerced into pain and suffering, so too are nuns of the MC, who live in bare, impoverished conditions. While in their places of residence, it’s mandatory sisters remain silent, except when taking meals. Besides their garment, “[s]oap, a comb, toothbrush and paste” are all the necessities provided them. Three hours a day are allotted to prayer. Novices to the order must wear chains with “inward-pointing spikes” to perforate the skin around their waist while praying in the morning. It’s compulsory neophytes whip their bare thighs a specific amount with “a knotted rope” in private bathrooms, following nightly meals.
All sisters eat a strictly regimented appropriation, and are provided no more, should they remain hungry. Dishes are washed with ash, as opposed to detergent. Showers are taken using a bucket ― the same in which clothes are cleaned.
Missionaries are coerced to speak the Rosary aloud, whilst in public, appearing like crazed cult members. Outside of specified religious texts, books are not allowed. Newspapers and television are forbidden.
Familial bonds become tenuous, as families are permitted to visit sisters one day a month. Missionaries are not to call their loved ones, and can write them once every 30 days.
Does the above sound more restricting than most maximum security prisons? Moreover, how does making people suffer help the poor?
So immovable were Mother Teresa’s beliefs, she once claimed if given the choice between Galileo’s assertion of heliocentrism and the contention of the Inquisition, she would have backed the Church. Recall, heliocentrism is the scientific fact Earth, and all other planets in this Solar system, revolve around the Sun. This cosmic truth was denied and suppressed by the Catholic authorities ― who spuriously insisted, for over 200 years, all celestial bodies rotate around the planet on which we live.
Although Mother Teresa professed to being a strict disciple of Catholicism, her private writings reflect otherwise:
When I try to raise my thoughts to heaven there is such convicting emptiness….I am told God loves me ― and yet the reality [is] of darkness and coldness.
Mom T “wanted to ‘tell the truth ― that [she had] no faith’ but remained silent. She felt Jesus had left her alone to walk in the darkness.” **
** Livermore, Colette. (2008). Hope Endures: Leaving Mother Teresa, Losing Faith, and Searching for Meaning. Free Press. ISBN: 9781416593614
Mother Teresa asserted “She had so many ‘unanswered questions’ within her, but she was ‘afraid to uncover them ― because of the blasphemy.’ She prayed, ‘If there be God please forgive me.’” ***
*** IBID.
How could anyone, with even a semblance of conscience, be witness to such suffering, and not wonder why God’s been on a lunch break?
What does it say about the Catholic church if the best it has to offer is a crook, a cult leader, an impostor and a serial killer?
Sources:
Books:
Hitchens, Christopher. (1995). The Missionary Position: Mother Teresa in Theory and Practice. Twelve. ISBN: 9781455523009
Livermore, Colette. (2008). Hope Endures: Leaving Mother Teresa, Losing Faith, and Searching for Meaning. Free Press. ISBN: 9781416593614
Online Movies:
Hell's Angel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WQ0i3nCx60
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKkcDgeYBdk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGuzFUeDDgY
Shaming Mother Teresa:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30XdrOLT7J4
Religion has actually convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live, and suffer, and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever, ’til the end of time…
But he loves you. […]
He loves you, and he needs money.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Po_AhPg1Oc
Mother Teresa has been called many things: a martyr, a living saint, an inspiration. But allow me be the first to call her a cunt.
Too harsh? You have no problems referring to Adolf Hitler by that label, since he was a mass murderer. Well, so too was Mom T. Thus, why not afford her the same irreverence?
How else should one refer to an individual who hoarded money ― had more than she could count ― and refused to spend it on the infirm and suffering? What about a personage who coerced others to agonize and die when their afflictions were easily treatable? How about a thief, ready to steal in order to stock her own, private cache?
Well, Mother Teresa was all of the above, and so much more. Shall we add fraud to her list of accomplishments, since she convinced the majority of humans she was an appendage of some divine deity, although nothing could be further from the truth?
You hear it all the time. The invocation of her name, as though it holds pious veneration we should all aspire to.
“I’m caring, but I’m no Mother Teresa.”
“Like Mother Teresa, I try to do more good.”
“What would Mother Teresa do?”
Why not disclose this cheat for what she was ― solely another parlor trick in the bag of the Catholic Church to expand its membership of paying devotees?
The needle perforated the tenuous skin of the youth. His flesh was paper-thin, almost diaphanous in the lackluster light of the Home for the Dying in Calcutta. This was headquarters for Mother Teresa. The teenage boy ― suffering from a malady easily curable at the hospital down the road ― was being allowed to rot and die, as per the aforementioned’s decree. By daybreak, he’d be dead. He wasn’t the first, and so long as Mom T’s foot soldiers were allowed to practice their perverted penitence, wouldn’t be the last.
Categorized the Missionaries of Charity (MC), Mother Teresa’s followers are portrayed in a righteous light. In reality, their apotheosized leader — no better than a Marshall Applewhite or Jim Jones — instructed her adherents it was necessary they agonize to find redemption.
This contemptible woman’s catalyst was suffering. She thought because we’re told Jesus endured great pain in his death, we all should, too. Thus, we would become more Christ-like. By such a maniacal motivation, wouldn’t our agony also make us more akin to murderers executed in the electric chair?
Via Mother Teresa’s logic, shouldn’t those of us who suffer prior to death now all be closer to William Kemmler ― a man who hacked his girlfriend to bits with an axe? A man who also endured insane amounts of pain when his execution was mismanaged. A man who fried to death for several minutes, causing the electric chair chamber to wreak with the nauseating stench of searing meat.
By Mother Teresa’s reasoning, shouldn’t this convicted killer also be closer to Christ, since he suffered greatly?
This lunacy can be exemplified by a filmed interview with Mother Teresa, in which she related an exchange she had with a cancer patient. The individual in question was in the final stages of the disease, and agonizing immensely. Mommy T leaned in, asserting, “You are suffering like Christ on the cross. So Jesus must be kissing you.”
The anguished patient responded with, “Then please tell him to stop kissing me.”
While folks in Mother Teresa’s care ― or lack thereof ― were dying in droves, provided insufficient medical treatment, this living saint was seen to by the finest of physicians, when she became ill.
Mary Louden ― who volunteered at the Home for the Dying ― had the following to impart:
They’re not being given a great deal of medical care. They’re not being given painkillers really beyond aspirin and maybe if you’re lucky some Brufen or something, for the sort of pain that goes with terminal cancer […].
They didn’t have enough drips. The needles they used and re-used over and over and over and you would see some of the nuns rinsing needles under the cold water tap. And I asked one of them why she was doing it and she said: “Well to clean it.” And I said, “Yes, but why are you not sterilizing it; why are you not boiling water and sterilizing your needles?” She said, “There’s no point. There’s no time.”
The first day I was there when I finished working in the women’s ward I went and waited on the edge of the men’s ward for my boyfriend, who was looking after a boy of fifteen who was dying, and an American doctor told me that she had been trying to treat this boy. And that he had a really relatively simple kidney complaint that had simply got worse and worse and worse because he hadn’t had antibiotics. And he actually needed an operation. I don’t recall what the problem was, but she did tell me. And she was so angry, but also very resigned which so many people become in that situation. And she said, “Well, they won’t take him to hospital.” And I said: “Why? All you have to do is get a cab. Take him to the nearest hospital, demand that he has treatment. Get him an operation.”
She said: “They don’t do it. They won’t do it. If they do it for one, they do it for everybody.” And I thought ― but this kid is fifteen.
The aforementioned example ― indicative of the adoration Mother Teresa bestowed upon her patients ― may cause one to surmise the MC was broke. Little could be more incorrect.
When asked how much money the Missionaries of Charity possesses, Sister Nirmala Joshi ― Mother Teresa’s successor ― responded:
Countless…Countless […]. It is difficult, in a sense, to keep on counting all the time […]. Only God knows. You can ask him.
Susan Shields ― who spent close to 10 years as a Missionary of Charity ― asserted:
Our bank account was already the size of a great fortune and increased with every postal service delivery. Around $50 million had collected in one checking account in the Bronx…Those of us who worked in the office regularly understood that we were not to speak about our work. The donations rolled in and were deposited in the bank, but they had no effect on our ascetic lives or on the lives of the poor we were trying to help.
Even though Mother Teresa made the following attestation:
We have to do God’s will in everything. We also take a special vow which other congregations don’t take; that of giving wholehearted free service to the poor. This vow means that we cannot work for the rich; neither can we accept any money for the work we do. Ours has to be a free service, and to the poor.
The fact is, the MC receives ample amounts of cash from bureaucracies, big business and affluent individuals.
Over the years, Mother Teresa had been bestowed innumerable awards ― among them the Nobel Peace Prize, in addition to India’s
Prize of the Miraculous Lotus. These adulations often garner a generous dollar amount, which the Missionaries of Charity retains in its treasury.
In addition, according to Colette Livermore ― 11 year member of the MC ― Mother Teresa was not above groveling. In fact, she’d send her stooges into the streets ― pretending her institution was insolvent ― to beg for handouts. Mother Teresa, herself, literally always had her palm presented to accept any donation, large or small.
Although the MC have stockpiled more than enough money to fund the finest medical facilities in the land, they refuse proper treatment to those in need. Any credible medical institution would be indictable as a result. Because we’re talking an association under the auspices of the Church, this barbarity is overlooked.
The Home for the Dying is deluged with emaciated, agonizing individuals, given little more than cots for comfort ― while the Missionaries of Charity has more money than it knows what to do with. All this while signs about the building read: “I am on my way to heaven.”
But the amassing of funds wasn’t solely kept from those at death’s door; it was also concealed from those seeking simple necessities, like roofs over their heads. Miss Elgy Gillespie ― columnist and writer ― experienced firsthand the push for pain Mother Teresa commanded, when she visited a San Francisco affiliate of the MC:
Sent to cook in her hostel, tactfully named “The Gift of Love” (it is for homeless men with HIV), I found a dozen or so very sick men; but those who weren’t very sick were exceptionally depressed, because they were not allowed to watch TV or smoke or drink or have friends over. Even when they were dying, close friends were not allowed. They are never allowed to drink, even at the funerals of their friends and roommates […].
A Guatemalan writer that I befriended there was desperate to get out, so a friend of mine who was also there adopted him for as long as she could. He became much sicker and when she begged him to go back because she couldn’t mind him, he begged her to keep him because he knew they didn’t medicate enough, or properly, and was afraid he would have to die without morphine.
According to Susan Shields:
In the Bronx, plans were being made to establish a new home for the poor. Many of the homeless were sick and needed more permanent accommodations than that offered by our night shelter. We had bought a large abandoned building from the city for one dollar. A co-worker offered to be the contractor and arranged for an architect to draw up plans for the renovations. Government regulations required that an elevator be installed for the use of the disabled. Mother would not allow an elevator. The city offered to pay for the elevator. Its offer was refused. After all the negotiations and plans, the project for the poor was abandoned because an elevator for the handicapped was unacceptable.
All this while the coffers of the MC were overflowing with riches ― cash the order was forbade from spending either on the indigent, or themselves.
Perhaps the most renowned donations to the Missionaries of Charity were made by Charles Keating. Said individual masterminded the infamous 1980s Savings and Loan opprobrium, during which he purloined exorbitant amounts of money from ignorant investors. What resulted was a bailout ― using taxpayer cash ― to the extent never before seen.
In 1992, Mr. Keating was indicted, and placed on trial for his duplicitous actions, but not before granting roughly $1,250,000 to the MC. Keating provided money and a private jet to Mother Teresa, while the demented Albanian nun offered a falsely ethical reputation in exchange.
In conclusion, Keating would be sentenced to prison, and Mother Teresa ― knowing full well the aforementioned donations were stolen ― refused to return the cash. In addition, Mom T wrote a plea to the court seeking leniency on behalf of ol’ Chaz.
Mr. Paul Turley ― Deputy District Attorney for Los Angeles, and Keating’s co-prosecutor ― sent the following letter to Mother Teresa. He never received a response:
I am a Deputy District Attorney in Los Angeles County and one of the persons who worked on the prosecution of your benefactor, Charles H. Keating, Jr. I read your letter to Judge Ito, written on behalf of Mr. Keating, which includes your admission that you know nothing about Mr. Keating’s business or the criminal charges presented to Judge Ito. I am writing to you to provide a brief explanation of the crimes of which Mr. Keating has been convicted, to give you an understanding of the source of the money that Mr. Keating gave to you, and to suggest that you perform the moral and ethical act of returning the money to its rightful owners.
Mr. Keating was convicted of defrauding 17 individuals of more than $900,000. These 17 persons were representative of 17,000 individuals from whom Mr. Keating stole $252,000,000. Mr. Keating’s specific acts of fraud were that he was the source of a series of fraudulent representations made to persons who bought bonds from his company and he also was the repository of crucial information which he chose to withhold from bond purchasers, thereby luring his victims into believing they were making a safe, low-risk investment. In truth and in fact, their money was being used to fund Mr. Keating’s exorbitant and extravagant lifestyle.
The victims of Mr. Keating’s fraud come from a wide spectrum of society. Some were wealthy and well-educated. Most were people of modest means and unfamiliar with high finance. One was, indeed, a poor carpenter who did not speak English and had his life savings stolen by Mr. Keating’s fraud.
The biblical slogan of your organization is “As long as you did it to one of these My least brethren. You did it to Me.” The “least” of the brethren are among those whom Mr. Keating fleeced without flinching. As you well know, divine forgiveness is available to all, but forgiveness must be preceded by admission of sin. Not only has Mr. Keating failed to admit his sins and his crimes, he persists in self-righteously blaming others for his own misdeeds. Your experience is, admirably, with the poor. My experience has been with the “con” man and the perpetrator of the fraud. It is not uncommon for “con” men to be generous with family, friends and charities. Perhaps they believe that their generosity will purchase love, respect and forgiveness. However, the time when the purchase of “indulgences” was an acceptable method of seeking forgiveness died with the Reformation. No church, no charity, no organization should allow itself to be used as salve for the conscience of the criminal. We all are grateful that forgiveness is available but we all, also, must perform our duty. That includes the Judge and the Jury. I remind myself of the biblical admonition of the Prophet Micah: “O man, what is good and what does the Lord require of you. To do justice, love mercy and walk humbly.”
We are urged to love mercy but we must do justice.
You urge Judge Ito to look into his heart ― as he sentences Charles Keating ― and do what Jesus would do. I submit the same challenge to you. Ask yourself what Jesus would do if he were given the fruits of a crime; what Jesus would do if he were in possession of money that had been stolen; what Jesus would do if he were being exploited by a thief to ease his conscience?
I submit that Jesus would promptly and unhesitatingly return the stolen property to its rightful owners. You would do the same. You have been given money by Mr. Keating that he has been convicted of stealing by fraud. Do not permit him the “indulgence” he desires. Do not keep the money. Return it to those who worked for it and earned it!
If you contact me I will put you in direct contact with the rightful owners of the property now in your possession.
Sincerely,
Paul W. Turley
Emily Lewis ― a nurse who has spent much of her time toiling in Third World destinations ― asked the pertinent question:
Is it going too far to liken Mother Teresa to some of our infamous televangelists, turning their audiences on to what is in God’s heart and mind while encouraging and accepting all donations?
To paraphrase the late Christopher Hitchens, those in more affluent countries sleep much better at night believing ― whether truthfully or not ― someone is taking care of the poor. As a result, individuals in prosperous portions of the world tend to ask few questions when it comes to the true stewardship of the impoverished. Believing the Missionaries of Charity are helping ― even if such isn’t the case ― is all we need.
When it came down to it, Mother Teresa was no more than an exalted cult leader. Not only are patients of her convent coerced into pain and suffering, so too are nuns of the MC, who live in bare, impoverished conditions. While in their places of residence, it’s mandatory sisters remain silent, except when taking meals. Besides their garment, “[s]oap, a comb, toothbrush and paste” are all the necessities provided them. Three hours a day are allotted to prayer. Novices to the order must wear chains with “inward-pointing spikes” to perforate the skin around their waist while praying in the morning. It’s compulsory neophytes whip their bare thighs a specific amount with “a knotted rope” in private bathrooms, following nightly meals.
All sisters eat a strictly regimented appropriation, and are provided no more, should they remain hungry. Dishes are washed with ash, as opposed to detergent. Showers are taken using a bucket ― the same in which clothes are cleaned.
Missionaries are coerced to speak the Rosary aloud, whilst in public, appearing like crazed cult members. Outside of specified religious texts, books are not allowed. Newspapers and television are forbidden.
Familial bonds become tenuous, as families are permitted to visit sisters one day a month. Missionaries are not to call their loved ones, and can write them once every 30 days.
Does the above sound more restricting than most maximum security prisons? Moreover, how does making people suffer help the poor?
So immovable were Mother Teresa’s beliefs, she once claimed if given the choice between Galileo’s assertion of heliocentrism and the contention of the Inquisition, she would have backed the Church. Recall, heliocentrism is the scientific fact Earth, and all other planets in this Solar system, revolve around the Sun. This cosmic truth was denied and suppressed by the Catholic authorities ― who spuriously insisted, for over 200 years, all celestial bodies rotate around the planet on which we live.
Although Mother Teresa professed to being a strict disciple of Catholicism, her private writings reflect otherwise:
When I try to raise my thoughts to heaven there is such convicting emptiness….I am told God loves me ― and yet the reality [is] of darkness and coldness.
Mom T “wanted to ‘tell the truth ― that [she had] no faith’ but remained silent. She felt Jesus had left her alone to walk in the darkness.” **
** Livermore, Colette. (2008). Hope Endures: Leaving Mother Teresa, Losing Faith, and Searching for Meaning. Free Press. ISBN: 9781416593614
Mother Teresa asserted “She had so many ‘unanswered questions’ within her, but she was ‘afraid to uncover them ― because of the blasphemy.’ She prayed, ‘If there be God please forgive me.’” ***
*** IBID.
How could anyone, with even a semblance of conscience, be witness to such suffering, and not wonder why God’s been on a lunch break?
What does it say about the Catholic church if the best it has to offer is a crook, a cult leader, an impostor and a serial killer?
Sources:
Books:
Hitchens, Christopher. (1995). The Missionary Position: Mother Teresa in Theory and Practice. Twelve. ISBN: 9781455523009
Livermore, Colette. (2008). Hope Endures: Leaving Mother Teresa, Losing Faith, and Searching for Meaning. Free Press. ISBN: 9781416593614
Online Movies:
Hell's Angel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WQ0i3nCx60
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKkcDgeYBdk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGuzFUeDDgY
Shaming Mother Teresa:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30XdrOLT7J4
THE SYMBOL-MINDED
I don’t get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I consider them to be symbols, and I leave symbols to the symbol-minded.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDw-zFFhFgc
Here’s a question: Wouldn’t those ubiquitous Coexist ** bumper stickers be more relevant if they included a Nazi swastika or KKK logo? If you’re proposing harmony amongst all, why are symbols solely acceptable to mainstream morons used in these myopic marketing ploys?
** Coexist bumper stickers:
http://chicagoboyz.net/archives/18000.html
http://www.carryabigsticker.com/coexist_earth.htm
Muslims, peace activists, men, women, Jews, Wiccans, Confucians and Christians are represented on the Coexist sticker, but wouldn’t the swastika make a better “X” than a Jewish star? And how about that creepy Ku Klux Klan cross in place of the Christian one connoting the “T.” Flip the Communist Soviet Union sickle around, and it becomes a great “C.” Satanism’s upside-down pentagram, encased in a circle, works beautifully as the “O.”
Not only is the Coexist bumper sticker ― like most everything else in the current human paradigm ― designed to generate cash, it has nothing to do with the message we’re told it represents.
To a citizen of Fantasyland ― intent on being delusional ― the Coexist marketing ploy is a wonderful way to unify people the world over. In truth, traditional religion ― represented by five of the seven symbols ― has sequestered almost as much of humanity as the monetary system. More importantly, religion is to blame for innumerable deaths ― from the Crusades, *** to the Inquisition, **** to holy wars, ***** to 300 years of bloodshed concerning Christianity’s inception.
*** The Crusades:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_crusades
**** The Inquisition:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inquisition
***** Holy wars:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_wars
Why not be truthful and replace the “S” in the bumper sticker with the “$” symbol, as that’s what this obvious advertisement is about.
To most, Nazi swastikas denote evil, but if we all adhered to everything the Catholic Church told us, humans would still believe the Sun, as well as planets in this Solar System, revolved around the Earth. Hence, no space program, nor interplanetary travel. No Hubble nor Kepler telescopes providing us imperative views into the Universe surrounding us. Thus, no hope to save our species, should we someday need to evacuate Earth.
Money isn’t wealth; knowledge is. ****** Money incarcerates, while knowledge frees.
****** Fuller, Buckminster R. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
Find yourself on a deep space journey, during which you lose communication with mission control. Additionally, your rocket engines ― crucial for return ― are faltering. Would you rather be graced with a commodious accumulation of cash, or knowledge regarding how to fix your dilemma?
It’s extremely plausible money has no significance anywhere but Earth.
This blog is an attempt to shed light on reality ― which, for humanity, hides behind a morass of illusion. Face facts: Most individuals in the U.S. are more stressed-out about Ashton Kutcher substituting Chuck Sheen in Two and a Half Men than an out of control nuclear power plant that’s been drowning them in radioactive fallout since March, 2011. ******* Then again, most humans still believe voting is an important activity.
******* Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Sources:
Books:
Fuller, Buckminster R. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
I don’t get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I consider them to be symbols, and I leave symbols to the symbol-minded.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDw-zFFhFgc
Here’s a question: Wouldn’t those ubiquitous Coexist ** bumper stickers be more relevant if they included a Nazi swastika or KKK logo? If you’re proposing harmony amongst all, why are symbols solely acceptable to mainstream morons used in these myopic marketing ploys?
** Coexist bumper stickers:
http://chicagoboyz.net/archives/18000.html
http://www.carryabigsticker.com/coexist_earth.htm
Muslims, peace activists, men, women, Jews, Wiccans, Confucians and Christians are represented on the Coexist sticker, but wouldn’t the swastika make a better “X” than a Jewish star? And how about that creepy Ku Klux Klan cross in place of the Christian one connoting the “T.” Flip the Communist Soviet Union sickle around, and it becomes a great “C.” Satanism’s upside-down pentagram, encased in a circle, works beautifully as the “O.”
Not only is the Coexist bumper sticker ― like most everything else in the current human paradigm ― designed to generate cash, it has nothing to do with the message we’re told it represents.
To a citizen of Fantasyland ― intent on being delusional ― the Coexist marketing ploy is a wonderful way to unify people the world over. In truth, traditional religion ― represented by five of the seven symbols ― has sequestered almost as much of humanity as the monetary system. More importantly, religion is to blame for innumerable deaths ― from the Crusades, *** to the Inquisition, **** to holy wars, ***** to 300 years of bloodshed concerning Christianity’s inception.
*** The Crusades:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_crusades
**** The Inquisition:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inquisition
***** Holy wars:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_wars
Why not be truthful and replace the “S” in the bumper sticker with the “$” symbol, as that’s what this obvious advertisement is about.
To most, Nazi swastikas denote evil, but if we all adhered to everything the Catholic Church told us, humans would still believe the Sun, as well as planets in this Solar System, revolved around the Earth. Hence, no space program, nor interplanetary travel. No Hubble nor Kepler telescopes providing us imperative views into the Universe surrounding us. Thus, no hope to save our species, should we someday need to evacuate Earth.
Money isn’t wealth; knowledge is. ****** Money incarcerates, while knowledge frees.
****** Fuller, Buckminster R. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
Find yourself on a deep space journey, during which you lose communication with mission control. Additionally, your rocket engines ― crucial for return ― are faltering. Would you rather be graced with a commodious accumulation of cash, or knowledge regarding how to fix your dilemma?
It’s extremely plausible money has no significance anywhere but Earth.
This blog is an attempt to shed light on reality ― which, for humanity, hides behind a morass of illusion. Face facts: Most individuals in the U.S. are more stressed-out about Ashton Kutcher substituting Chuck Sheen in Two and a Half Men than an out of control nuclear power plant that’s been drowning them in radioactive fallout since March, 2011. ******* Then again, most humans still believe voting is an important activity.
******* Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Sources:
Books:
Fuller, Buckminster R. (1983). Grunch of Giants. Design Science Press. ISBN: 9781607027591
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
THE BOMB MAKERS
Everything original has already been written.
— somebody without an original idea
Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again.
Here. Here’s American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here’s American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it. […]
Here you go, America. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFWvo9hLY2E
“You turn through the Bible and you won’t ever find a passage that condemns war,” Reverend Terry Moore preached to the bomb makers at his sermon. “God hates war, but sometimes God uses war as a way to achieve His objectives, ridding a dictator or sin in a nation.”
A sketchy argument, since the Bible doesn’t contain passages condemning priests fucking children, either. Are we to surmise, then, that the god of Christianity would condone Father Franz bending boys over the altar, and sticking his diminutive dinghy up their asses?
McAlester, Oklahoma.
Chances are you’ve never heard of this Lilliputian shithole, population less than 20,000. However, unless you’ve been existing inside Simon Cowell’s asshole, you’ve observed McAlester’s contribution to humanity.
This burg ― something Rod Serling should be introducing ― is home for manufacture of almost all non-nuclear bombs produced in the United States. Roughly seven miles south of town resides the McAlester Army Ammunition Plant (MCAAP), a facility two times the size of Manhattan. Whilst watching the Iraqi war on TV ― doing your best to keep Meister Brau on the market ― you were viewing some of McAlester’s handiwork.
“Of course, I see an explosion and think, ‘There goes another McAlester bomb’“ boastfully attests former McAlester Mayor Dale Covington. “We’re proud of it, proud of our workers. They take a lot of pride in the way they build bombs.”
Considering at least 143,000 innocent civilians — but closer to 1,000,000, when you factor in aftereffects — have been killed in the Iraqi war, ** who the fuck wouldn’t be radiant?
** Iraq Body Count:
http://www.iraqbodycount.org/
Definitely not Colonel Jyuji Hewitt ― one-time commander of the MCAAP ― who loved his career. “Sometimes I see bombs being dropped on TV, and I say, ‘Boy, that’s several days’ work right there.’ Sometimes I see a bomb exploding and say, ‘Yeah, that’s a McAlester calling card right there.’“
Then again, there are those on the verge of contrition for what they’ve done, but thanks to Santa ― who’s obviously as real as Jesus ― everything’s better!
“I don’t guess I’m real proud of the fact I make bombs and what they’re used for,” says grandmother Loretta Russell, “but it’s necessary and has to be done to help support our country. I feel like they [Iraqis] asked for it; they kind of started this. […] When I see something explode over there I think, ‘Did my hands help make that?’ I’d rather help Santa make toys, that’s what I’d really like to do.”
Additionally, there are those plant employees who just exemplify that all-American winning spirit. Take Aaron Kilburne for example, who, like his parents and grandparents, manufactures munitions. Aaron explained, “With the war on, [morale’s] going through the roof. I wish there wasn’t such a thing as war, but if there’s war, I want to win.”
During the latest Iraqi conflict, the collective attitude of the employees at the plant was jubilation. There was no shortage of work, and overtime was the rule of the day. Workers were ecstatic to not only be assisting the cause, but padding their bank accounts in the process.
Luke Tucker — another employee at the factory — ponders, “I’m not dropping ‘em, but I’m making ‘em, and I think, ‘Well, am I hurting innocent people or anything?’”
No, Luke. Sleep easy at night. Bombs aren’t made to hurt anyone. They’re filled with delicious chocolate that’s dispensed throughout the atmosphere upon detonation.
When asked if he’d rather be producing candy at a candy factory, Luke stated, “Yes I would, if it paid as much.”
In the incisive words of Bill Hicks:
I guess the most amazing thing about the war, obviously the disparity in the casualties. Iraq: 150,000 casualties. U.S.A.: 79.
Does that mean if we had sent over 80 guys, we still would’ve won that fuckin’ thing?
Sources:
Books:
Geist, Bill. (2007). Way Off the Road: Discovering the Peculiar Charms of Small-Town America. Broadway. ISBN: 9780767922739
Online Movies:
MCAAP promotional video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o074xTx5CvI
MCAAP promotional video [2]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JAXfJrcmRw
Online Sources:
McAlester Army Ammunition Plant:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MCAAP
Everything original has already been written.
— somebody without an original idea
Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again.
Here. Here’s American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here’s American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it. […]
Here you go, America. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFWvo9hLY2E
“You turn through the Bible and you won’t ever find a passage that condemns war,” Reverend Terry Moore preached to the bomb makers at his sermon. “God hates war, but sometimes God uses war as a way to achieve His objectives, ridding a dictator or sin in a nation.”
A sketchy argument, since the Bible doesn’t contain passages condemning priests fucking children, either. Are we to surmise, then, that the god of Christianity would condone Father Franz bending boys over the altar, and sticking his diminutive dinghy up their asses?
McAlester, Oklahoma.
Chances are you’ve never heard of this Lilliputian shithole, population less than 20,000. However, unless you’ve been existing inside Simon Cowell’s asshole, you’ve observed McAlester’s contribution to humanity.
This burg ― something Rod Serling should be introducing ― is home for manufacture of almost all non-nuclear bombs produced in the United States. Roughly seven miles south of town resides the McAlester Army Ammunition Plant (MCAAP), a facility two times the size of Manhattan. Whilst watching the Iraqi war on TV ― doing your best to keep Meister Brau on the market ― you were viewing some of McAlester’s handiwork.
“Of course, I see an explosion and think, ‘There goes another McAlester bomb’“ boastfully attests former McAlester Mayor Dale Covington. “We’re proud of it, proud of our workers. They take a lot of pride in the way they build bombs.”
Considering at least 143,000 innocent civilians — but closer to 1,000,000, when you factor in aftereffects — have been killed in the Iraqi war, ** who the fuck wouldn’t be radiant?
** Iraq Body Count:
http://www.iraqbodycount.org/
Definitely not Colonel Jyuji Hewitt ― one-time commander of the MCAAP ― who loved his career. “Sometimes I see bombs being dropped on TV, and I say, ‘Boy, that’s several days’ work right there.’ Sometimes I see a bomb exploding and say, ‘Yeah, that’s a McAlester calling card right there.’“
Then again, there are those on the verge of contrition for what they’ve done, but thanks to Santa ― who’s obviously as real as Jesus ― everything’s better!
“I don’t guess I’m real proud of the fact I make bombs and what they’re used for,” says grandmother Loretta Russell, “but it’s necessary and has to be done to help support our country. I feel like they [Iraqis] asked for it; they kind of started this. […] When I see something explode over there I think, ‘Did my hands help make that?’ I’d rather help Santa make toys, that’s what I’d really like to do.”
Additionally, there are those plant employees who just exemplify that all-American winning spirit. Take Aaron Kilburne for example, who, like his parents and grandparents, manufactures munitions. Aaron explained, “With the war on, [morale’s] going through the roof. I wish there wasn’t such a thing as war, but if there’s war, I want to win.”
During the latest Iraqi conflict, the collective attitude of the employees at the plant was jubilation. There was no shortage of work, and overtime was the rule of the day. Workers were ecstatic to not only be assisting the cause, but padding their bank accounts in the process.
Luke Tucker — another employee at the factory — ponders, “I’m not dropping ‘em, but I’m making ‘em, and I think, ‘Well, am I hurting innocent people or anything?’”
No, Luke. Sleep easy at night. Bombs aren’t made to hurt anyone. They’re filled with delicious chocolate that’s dispensed throughout the atmosphere upon detonation.
When asked if he’d rather be producing candy at a candy factory, Luke stated, “Yes I would, if it paid as much.”
In the incisive words of Bill Hicks:
I guess the most amazing thing about the war, obviously the disparity in the casualties. Iraq: 150,000 casualties. U.S.A.: 79.
Does that mean if we had sent over 80 guys, we still would’ve won that fuckin’ thing?
Sources:
Books:
Geist, Bill. (2007). Way Off the Road: Discovering the Peculiar Charms of Small-Town America. Broadway. ISBN: 9780767922739
Online Movies:
MCAAP promotional video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o074xTx5CvI
MCAAP promotional video [2]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JAXfJrcmRw
Online Sources:
McAlester Army Ammunition Plant:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MCAAP
YOU ARE HERE
I hope we’re interfered with again by the extraterrestrials, and this time they help. You know? In a big way. This time they say, “We’re gonna do another genetic thing. We’re gonna do it just like we did when suddenly you had architecture, suddenly you could lift stones up and build a pyramid. Suddenly you had mathematics. […] We’re gonna do that again, and this time we’re gonna help you folks […].”
I hope that happens. Then all those dreams that I don’t quite have for us could come true, and that would be the best surprise I could get.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kNyPUBPSUk
Sweat.
His body was drenched in it.
Fear.
He could feel nothing else.
It was a hundred blood-thirsty classmates demanding he fight a school bully bigger than a full-grown Black Bear. The initial punch burst his lip like a ruptured water balloon.
The second blow crushed his left shoulder into pureed pulp. Molten lava coursed through his veins. His world contorted into a funhouse mirror reflection. He could feel whatever he had for lunch on a round trip.
He thrust his good arm forth. The effort was less effective than a drive from New York to France. His tiny fist was caught and crushed like overripe fruit.
Losing all faith in David and Goliath, he was a domestic housecat squaring off against a ravenous lion.
Parviz Jafari was drowning in this defenseless sensation, as he confronted the massive UFO. Not only had this anomaly rendered his weapons system inoperable, the inexplicable craft jettisoned a smaller pair of conundrums, one of which was maneuvering around his plane, as though he was standing still. He was flying faster than the speed of sound.
His orders had been to intercept, and engage the craft, if necessary. He now knew neither was possible.
He was helpless. In the black, nebulous space over Tehran, Parviz Jafari speculated if this would be his last night alive.
September 18, 1976. 11 PM. Residents of Tehran, Iran, report a mysterious object overhead, displaying multicolored lights.
The Iranian Air Force scrambles a Phantom F-4 fighter from nearby Shahrokhi Air Base. Upon approaching the anomalous craft, the jet loses nearly all control of its instrumentation. Veering away, the F-4 regains full command of its avionics.
Subsequently, a separate Phantom is sent aloft to investigate. Current-General Parviz Jafari — who pilots this second jet — reports an inexplicable object in front of him, flashing powerful lights in a diamond-shaped array.
Although ground radar fails to work properly, the fighter's tracking system acquires the signature of the mysterious craft, which seems to be roughly the size of a 707 airliner.
Believing the object was of detriment to his plane, Jafari decided to launch an attack on the anomaly. Before he could, his weapons systems failed, and radio transmittance became distorted.
When a circular craft jettisoned the main UFO, and sped toward the F-4, Jafari attempted to fire an AIM-9 heat-seeking missile. Once again, the jet's defensive instruments jammed. Cognizant he was facing superior technology, Parviz veered left in an effort to retreat.
The advancing object returned to the main craft, only to be replaced by a second, similar enigma that flew circles around the F-4. As this anomaly passed alongside the jet, a "round dome over it with a dim light inside" could be seen.
Launching from the principal vessel, an additional object headed directly for the ground. This aberration landed on the desert floor, emanating an intense light, and an "emergency squawk," normally used to locate those who've ejected an aircraft. The sound was so definitive, nearby commercial jetliners detected it.
As for the inscrutable craft initially sighted, it simply vanished.
Upon landing, Jafari and his co-pilot were escorted to a hospital. Following testing, Parviz was informed his blood had failed to coagulate. A second blood sample was drawn, and the men were given permission to leave, without receiving verification as to why Jafari's hemoglobin had initially failed to coalesce.
Via helicopter, Jafari toured the location at which he had seen one of the smaller crafts land. To his wonderment, the squawk continued to resonate, even though he was unable to locate its source. The shrill signal sounded for days afterward.
The United States Defense Intelligence Agency asserts, "This case is a classic which meets all criteria necessary for a valid study of the UFO phenomenon." Such standards include:
A) extremely credible observers, all of whom were positioned in disparate locations.
B) anomalous objects recorded on radar.
C) failure of instrumentation on three different airplanes, including a commercial jetliner in the area.
D) an unprecedented display of maneuverability from the enigma in question.
The U.S. stance on this incident was reportedly one of great interest, as they claimed the information obtained from this event could be extremely useful.
When asked by the Shah of Iran about his encounter, Jafari responded, "In my opinion, they [the UFOs he observed] cannot be from our planet, because if anyone on this planet had such power, he would bring the whole planet under his own command."
The Shah informed Parviz this was not the first UFO report from military officials in Iran. To this day, Jafari remains lost when attempting to determine what he encountered.
Ever get that feeling you’re being watched? That’s because you are…by otherworldly intelligence.
What is this conundrum? Who knows, but an avalanche of proof from exceptionally credible witnesses ― commercial pilots, FAA officials, governors, military aviators, police officers, presidents, senators, scientists, etc. ― substantiate Earth is being frequented by an intellect, or intellects, beyond our current capacity.
The above account of several Iranian armed forces individuals is not aberrant. In fact, it’s quite common, although the governments of humanity would have you believe otherwise.
Why would such be the case?
Do you think anyone is gonna listen to Barack Obama if they had access to ideas and technology thousands of years in advance of what current regimes possess? Hegemonies would forfeit control, and they know it. Hence, suppression ― via ridicule ― continues.
It's one thing to observe a UFO if you're drunk, alone, and traversing a dark road in the middle of nowhere. Should you happen to be a senior air traffic controller, cold sober, and working at a military base ― when you witness not just one unidentified flying object, but seven ― your encounter takes on a different level of credibility. If your sighting is not only visual, but captured on radar by numerous tracking stations, you're posed with an enigma. Moreover, what if the mystifying craft were observed for a period of four consecutive hours? For Sergeant Chuck Sorrells ― on the evening of October 7th, 1965 ― this scenario played itself out.
The graveyard shift at California's Edwards Air Force Base could actually prove quite exciting. Since highly secret military projects are tested at this installation, night skies are anything but dull.
Having been the air traffic controller on duty at the time of this incident, Sorrells was cognizant of just about every type of aircraft flying. Still, what he encountered on the evening of October 7th remains a mystery to him.
At approximately 1:30 AM, to the east of the control tower, Sorrells observed a radiant green luminescence with a red, pulsing light beneath it. Atop this mysterious object was a white glow. No other aircraft were aloft in the vicinity at the time.
Besides the sergeant, the base dispatcher, the weatherman and an individual from the interceptor detachment also witnessed the enigma. After the conundrum was reported to Air Defense in Los Angeles, four other radar sites throughout the state received enigmatic returns.
It was about this time Sorrells observed three other objects, similar to the first. Flying in formation, and remaining stationary for a time, these auxiliary craft also registered on the air traffic controller's radar screen. In a matter of moments, three more vessels appeared.
Upon confirmation of these last objects, the military scrambled a fighter jet to assess the situation. Although the plane was able to paint the inexplicable craft on its radar, the pilot was unable to ascertain what the anomalies were. Even though the jet rose to a height of 40,000 feet, the aerial enigmas rapidly ascended, in order to avoid capture. Sorrells concluded the mysterious crafts were flying at somewhere near 100,000 feet. In 1965, the ceiling capacity of a jet aircraft was just that. As the sergeant’s shift progressed, the conundrums proceeded higher and higher, until, by daylight, they disappeared into the heavens.
Someone in Chuck Sorrells' position is made privy to anything experimental traversing the airspace he's in charge of. You’d be more likely to find a Cosmopolitan magazine article entitled Make Love the Rupert Murdoch Way, before the military tests expensive craft in the skies, without alerting its air traffic controllers.
According to Sorrells:
I know craft of all types, so I know a lot of things this was not. I know it was not a helicopter. I know it was not an airplane. I know it was not a balloon ― a weather balloon or any other type of balloon. I know it was no known aircraft or flying object that we know of today, or at that time. And it wasn't a laser show…They could probably go 30–40 miles in the time you could snap your fingers twice…And they could rise ― just go straight up. It seemed like they could do that instantaneously. At some points they would hover and just sit for a long period of time — then they would move.
Sgt. Chuck Sorrells — the most qualified of witnesses — observed several anomalies for which he is unable to account. Corroborative documentation from at least seven other sources — both visual, as well as radar — substantiate his assertions.
Birds, meteors and weather balloons don't produce signatures on radar — which solely originate from solid, metal objects. As such, whatever Chuck Sorrells, and several others witnessed on the evening of October 7th, 1965, were tangible craft.
As stated previously ― when it comes to superlative sources, neither Chuck Sorrells nor Parviz Jafari are alone in their claims. Entire volumes could be filled with known citations ― from the most consummate of authorities ― validating UFOs of an otherworldly nature.
This says nothing of the innumerable astronauts, government officials and pilots who’ve experienced the unknown, and been too afraid to go on the record.
That being said, what follows is a sampling of the credibly-credentialed attesting we’re not alone.
I’m Fife Symington. In 1997 — during my second term as governor of Arizona — I saw something that defied logic and challenged my reality. […]
My office did make inquiries as to the origin of the craft, but to this day, they remain unanswered. I still don’t know what it was. As a pilot and a former Air Force officer, I can definitively say that this craft did not resemble any man-made object that I had ever seen.
Regarding the same incident ― known as the Phoenix Lights ― retired Northwest Airlines Captain Trig Johnston had this to assert:
I'd say I saw an unidentified flying object of massive proportions float over the city of Phoenix and Scottsdale, and I don't have the damnedest clue what it was.
Neither Symington nor Johnston were alone in their observations concerning the enigma to which they referred. Thousands of Arizona residents attested to witnessing the anomaly in question.
In 1980, Peruvian Air Force pilot Oscar Santa Maria experienced an aerial encounter he was at a loss to explain. Subsequently, he claimed:
At this point I came to about 300 feet within the UFO. It had an enamel, cream-colored dome with a wide circle metallic base. It had no engines, no exhaust, no windows, no wings or antennas. It lacked all the typical aircraft components with no visible propulsion system.
Former FAA Division Chief John J. Callahan ― who later admonished the CIA for seizing evidence regarding a 1986 encounter concerning a JAL 747 ― had the following to allege:
When the pilot first reported the UFO, he described it as a huge ball with lights running around it. He said it was about four times bigger than the 747 he was riding in.
And remember the 747 has an elevator. And he’s looking out the window and he sees something that’s four times the size of his aircraft.
Captain Ray Bowyer ― of Aurigny Airlines in the UK ― was shaken after witnessing a pair of colossal aerial anomalies:
On nearing the object, a second identical shape appeared beyond the first. Both objects were of a flattened disk shape, with a dark area to the right. They were brilliant yellow, with light emanating from within, and I estimated them to be up to possibly a mile across.
Sergeant James Penniston, and dozens of other military staff, encountered an anomaly in 1980 they weren’t able to explain:
I would go ahead and feel the craft, which was warm. There was static electricity in the air […]. I knew that that craft could not have been made by man.
Mercury 7 astronaut ― and the last American in space on a solo flight ― L. Gordon Cooper penned the following in a letter to Secretary-General of the United Nations Kurt Waldheim:
I believe that these extraterrestrial vehicles and their crews are visiting this planet from other planets, which obviously are a little more technically advanced than we are here on earth. **
** Gordon Cooper:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvPR8T1o3Dc
Cooper had his own, personal experiences with aerial anomalies, in 1951 and 1957.
According to Edgar Mitchell ― Apollo astronaut, and sixth person to walk on the Moon:
I don’t know how many, or where, or how they’re doing it, but they’ve been observing us, and here for quite some time. And we see these craft [UFOs] all the time. ***
*** Edgar Mitchell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhxxHxIEmO4
Healthy skepticism is essential when disproving or proving anything. Unhealthy skepticism simply results in subjectivity, and a failure to acknowledge the truth. Thus, corruption, derangement, lying and suppression of the facts. That being said, the most common skeptical arguments attempting to debunk UFOs of an otherworldly origin, crumble under scrutiny. Those not willing to address the truth typically counter with a rebuttal the likes of, “If aliens are visiting Earth, why haven’t they touched down on the White House lawn?”
A lame contention that will take one as far as a train with no track.
The obvious answer is, “Would you fly an aircraft onto the White House lawn?”
First off, you couldn’t, since defense systems would shoot you down before you could even get close to the grass.
Second, given the U.S. penchant for extreme violence toward everything ― especially its own populace ― why the hell would an intelligent species, able to travel this Universe, get anywhere near government?
Third, when you’re able to reach “here” from “there,” your technology is so much more advanced than ours, what the fuck could Barack Obama and his cronies possibly offer you?
Fourth, during more than one well-documented incident in 1952, numerous mysterious, aerial vehicles buzzed the U.S. capital — including the White House. To date, a definitive explanation as to what these craft were, eludes humanity. **** *****
**** Dolan, Richard, M. (2002). UFOs and the National Security State: Chronology of a Cover-up: 1941–1973. Hampton Roads Publishing Company. ISBN:1571743170
***** 1952 Washington, D.C. UFO incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Asa91nLri00
Another retort is that UFOs might be secret military vehicles.
Such is definitely possible, but the problem with this argument is that ― in countless cases ― fighter jets are scrambled after these enigmas. If the flying conundrums are yours, why would you send armed aircraft aloft to intercept and/or shoot them down?
Those with a recalcitrant need to debunk ― going far beyond objectivity ― often toss this absurd rebuttal into the mix:
“Pilots are the worst observers of aerial anomalies.”
Would you knowingly board a jetliner with an aviator at the helm who couldn’t discern between a flock of birds and an aircraft the size of a small city?
The following argument rears its head often from mainstream scientists:
“In a court of law, anecdotal evidence is the weakest form of proof, and therefore claims of UFO experiences should be categorized as tenuous, at best.”
First off, innumerable encounters with unexplained aerial anomalies have not only been witnessed by extremely credible observers, they’ve also been corroborated by physical validation. This confirmation often comes in the forms of radar returns ― both aircraft, in addition to ground-based ― and pilot-to-tower, tower-to-pilot audio transmissions.
Second, these scientists may wish to consider amending what they perceive as laws, since multitudinous individuals have been executed solely based on anecdotal evidence.
But of course most mainstream scientists are going to overtly ridicule the UFO phenomena. These individuals are at the top of their respective food chain. They’re garnering fame, fortune and notoriety for supporting the prosaic line. They now have their own TV shows, and many are accumulating millions off books sales. Do you really think they wanna run the risk of losing all that by reporting the truth? Talk to any scientist. One of the better methods for killing your career is to openly embrace UFOs of an otherworldly nature visiting Earth. Just watch those cable ratings dwindle, and book sales dry up like a 90 year old’s nut sack.
Countless scientists of mainstream fame were allowed to become so because they conformed. Sedition opposing what governments wish you to believe will result in your lifelong obscurity, at best. At worst, you’ll be eradicated from the scenario. Follow suit, or perish ― one way or another.
When you factor a monetary system into the equation, almost everybody ― scientists included ― become trained seals, with money as their treat. Threaten a professor of chemistry with a loss of career, should he go public with his paradigm-shifting discovery, and he’ll be mute. Promise to no longer fund experiments for a physicist, if she divulges the secret to cold fusion, and she’ll become more silent than a law school library during finals. Best not promulgate an antidote for cancer, since detrimental treatments are big business, and you’ll be flippantly abused, until a compulsive liar garners greater credibility.
In addition, mainstream scientists are highly revered within this current paradigm. Everybody seeks them for answers. Their egos are continually stroked, akin to a lovable cat with silken fur.
If suddenly it was proven humanity was being visited by species far more advanced than we are, nobody would come to these individuals for anything more than evacuation of a foot-long turd clogging their toilet. Rather, people would seek solutions from the otherworldly beings, since they could cross this Universe, while our “experts” can’t even safely get us to the Moon.
Throughout history, humans have witnessed their position of importance diminish. At one point, we speculated we were the lone reason for creation of everything. Steadily, our grasp of the reign slipped, as we realized the Sun, and other celestial bodies in this Solar System ― besides the Moon ― don’t revolve around us. Verity became even more distressing when we learned this wasn’t the only solar system. Our unique nature further decreased when we fathomed the galaxy in which we resided wasn’t the solitary one of its kind, but rather one of hundreds of billions.
Now, with the hypothesis of multiverses ― an infinite number of universes ― humanity can no longer put off the inevitable. Even though mainstream cardboard cutouts — who pose as scientists on TV — will inform you that humans are the sole game in town, knowing how vast the cosmos is, their position is laughable.
All this being said, it’s obvious folks in highly credible positions ― within our human paradigm ― are of the mindset we’re not the sole sentient species. Again, with hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way alone, and hundreds of billions of galaxies in this particular Universe, to believe otherwise is insanity.
So, where are we? As a species, we’re a particle of dust on a particle of dust in a massive macrocosmic ocean. We’re positioned on an outer arm of the Milky Way Galaxy.
If we were in a shopping mall ― staring at a directory of this Universe ― the You Are Here dot, denoting Earth, would neither be viewable by eye, nor microscope. How long would it take us to get to Cock-Shaped Confections at the other end of the mall? Since we perceive this Universe as presently expanding, we’d walk for an innumerable number of lifetimes, only able to satisfy our phallic sugar fix perhaps billions of years from now, when the cosmos collapsed upon itself. By that time, we may not have even strode to the edge of our own Solar System.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William, J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. Pocket Books. ISBN: 0743466748
Greer, Steven, M., M.D. (2001). Disclosure: Military and Government Witnesses Reveal the Greatest Secrets in Modern History. Crossing Point, Inc. ISBN: 0967323819
Kean, Leslie. (2010). UFOs: Generals, Pilots, and Government Officials Go on the Record. Harmony Books. ISBN: 9780307716842
Kitei, Lynne, D., M.D. (2010). The Phoenix Lights: A Skeptic’s Discovery That We Are Not Alone. Hampton Roads Publishing Company, Inc. ISBN: 9781571746320
Movies:
I Know What I Saw. Dir. James Fox. Exec. Prods. Pat and Tony Craddock, Mark Fraser, Jackie and Michael Gardner. Perfs. James Fox. DVD, 2009. ISBN: 1-4229-7473-1
The Phoenix Lights: We Are Not Alone. Prod. Steve Lantz. Perfs. Frances Emma Barwood, Dr. Edgar Mitchell, Fife Symington III. DVD, 2005
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Online Movies:
I Know What I Saw:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_rev8Px2js
The Phoenix Lights: We Are Not Alone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS1fusC7MtI
I hope we’re interfered with again by the extraterrestrials, and this time they help. You know? In a big way. This time they say, “We’re gonna do another genetic thing. We’re gonna do it just like we did when suddenly you had architecture, suddenly you could lift stones up and build a pyramid. Suddenly you had mathematics. […] We’re gonna do that again, and this time we’re gonna help you folks […].”
I hope that happens. Then all those dreams that I don’t quite have for us could come true, and that would be the best surprise I could get.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kNyPUBPSUk
Sweat.
His body was drenched in it.
Fear.
He could feel nothing else.
It was a hundred blood-thirsty classmates demanding he fight a school bully bigger than a full-grown Black Bear. The initial punch burst his lip like a ruptured water balloon.
The second blow crushed his left shoulder into pureed pulp. Molten lava coursed through his veins. His world contorted into a funhouse mirror reflection. He could feel whatever he had for lunch on a round trip.
He thrust his good arm forth. The effort was less effective than a drive from New York to France. His tiny fist was caught and crushed like overripe fruit.
Losing all faith in David and Goliath, he was a domestic housecat squaring off against a ravenous lion.
Parviz Jafari was drowning in this defenseless sensation, as he confronted the massive UFO. Not only had this anomaly rendered his weapons system inoperable, the inexplicable craft jettisoned a smaller pair of conundrums, one of which was maneuvering around his plane, as though he was standing still. He was flying faster than the speed of sound.
His orders had been to intercept, and engage the craft, if necessary. He now knew neither was possible.
He was helpless. In the black, nebulous space over Tehran, Parviz Jafari speculated if this would be his last night alive.
September 18, 1976. 11 PM. Residents of Tehran, Iran, report a mysterious object overhead, displaying multicolored lights.
The Iranian Air Force scrambles a Phantom F-4 fighter from nearby Shahrokhi Air Base. Upon approaching the anomalous craft, the jet loses nearly all control of its instrumentation. Veering away, the F-4 regains full command of its avionics.
Subsequently, a separate Phantom is sent aloft to investigate. Current-General Parviz Jafari — who pilots this second jet — reports an inexplicable object in front of him, flashing powerful lights in a diamond-shaped array.
Although ground radar fails to work properly, the fighter's tracking system acquires the signature of the mysterious craft, which seems to be roughly the size of a 707 airliner.
Believing the object was of detriment to his plane, Jafari decided to launch an attack on the anomaly. Before he could, his weapons systems failed, and radio transmittance became distorted.
When a circular craft jettisoned the main UFO, and sped toward the F-4, Jafari attempted to fire an AIM-9 heat-seeking missile. Once again, the jet's defensive instruments jammed. Cognizant he was facing superior technology, Parviz veered left in an effort to retreat.
The advancing object returned to the main craft, only to be replaced by a second, similar enigma that flew circles around the F-4. As this anomaly passed alongside the jet, a "round dome over it with a dim light inside" could be seen.
Launching from the principal vessel, an additional object headed directly for the ground. This aberration landed on the desert floor, emanating an intense light, and an "emergency squawk," normally used to locate those who've ejected an aircraft. The sound was so definitive, nearby commercial jetliners detected it.
As for the inscrutable craft initially sighted, it simply vanished.
Upon landing, Jafari and his co-pilot were escorted to a hospital. Following testing, Parviz was informed his blood had failed to coagulate. A second blood sample was drawn, and the men were given permission to leave, without receiving verification as to why Jafari's hemoglobin had initially failed to coalesce.
Via helicopter, Jafari toured the location at which he had seen one of the smaller crafts land. To his wonderment, the squawk continued to resonate, even though he was unable to locate its source. The shrill signal sounded for days afterward.
The United States Defense Intelligence Agency asserts, "This case is a classic which meets all criteria necessary for a valid study of the UFO phenomenon." Such standards include:
A) extremely credible observers, all of whom were positioned in disparate locations.
B) anomalous objects recorded on radar.
C) failure of instrumentation on three different airplanes, including a commercial jetliner in the area.
D) an unprecedented display of maneuverability from the enigma in question.
The U.S. stance on this incident was reportedly one of great interest, as they claimed the information obtained from this event could be extremely useful.
When asked by the Shah of Iran about his encounter, Jafari responded, "In my opinion, they [the UFOs he observed] cannot be from our planet, because if anyone on this planet had such power, he would bring the whole planet under his own command."
The Shah informed Parviz this was not the first UFO report from military officials in Iran. To this day, Jafari remains lost when attempting to determine what he encountered.
Ever get that feeling you’re being watched? That’s because you are…by otherworldly intelligence.
What is this conundrum? Who knows, but an avalanche of proof from exceptionally credible witnesses ― commercial pilots, FAA officials, governors, military aviators, police officers, presidents, senators, scientists, etc. ― substantiate Earth is being frequented by an intellect, or intellects, beyond our current capacity.
The above account of several Iranian armed forces individuals is not aberrant. In fact, it’s quite common, although the governments of humanity would have you believe otherwise.
Why would such be the case?
Do you think anyone is gonna listen to Barack Obama if they had access to ideas and technology thousands of years in advance of what current regimes possess? Hegemonies would forfeit control, and they know it. Hence, suppression ― via ridicule ― continues.
It's one thing to observe a UFO if you're drunk, alone, and traversing a dark road in the middle of nowhere. Should you happen to be a senior air traffic controller, cold sober, and working at a military base ― when you witness not just one unidentified flying object, but seven ― your encounter takes on a different level of credibility. If your sighting is not only visual, but captured on radar by numerous tracking stations, you're posed with an enigma. Moreover, what if the mystifying craft were observed for a period of four consecutive hours? For Sergeant Chuck Sorrells ― on the evening of October 7th, 1965 ― this scenario played itself out.
The graveyard shift at California's Edwards Air Force Base could actually prove quite exciting. Since highly secret military projects are tested at this installation, night skies are anything but dull.
Having been the air traffic controller on duty at the time of this incident, Sorrells was cognizant of just about every type of aircraft flying. Still, what he encountered on the evening of October 7th remains a mystery to him.
At approximately 1:30 AM, to the east of the control tower, Sorrells observed a radiant green luminescence with a red, pulsing light beneath it. Atop this mysterious object was a white glow. No other aircraft were aloft in the vicinity at the time.
Besides the sergeant, the base dispatcher, the weatherman and an individual from the interceptor detachment also witnessed the enigma. After the conundrum was reported to Air Defense in Los Angeles, four other radar sites throughout the state received enigmatic returns.
It was about this time Sorrells observed three other objects, similar to the first. Flying in formation, and remaining stationary for a time, these auxiliary craft also registered on the air traffic controller's radar screen. In a matter of moments, three more vessels appeared.
Upon confirmation of these last objects, the military scrambled a fighter jet to assess the situation. Although the plane was able to paint the inexplicable craft on its radar, the pilot was unable to ascertain what the anomalies were. Even though the jet rose to a height of 40,000 feet, the aerial enigmas rapidly ascended, in order to avoid capture. Sorrells concluded the mysterious crafts were flying at somewhere near 100,000 feet. In 1965, the ceiling capacity of a jet aircraft was just that. As the sergeant’s shift progressed, the conundrums proceeded higher and higher, until, by daylight, they disappeared into the heavens.
Someone in Chuck Sorrells' position is made privy to anything experimental traversing the airspace he's in charge of. You’d be more likely to find a Cosmopolitan magazine article entitled Make Love the Rupert Murdoch Way, before the military tests expensive craft in the skies, without alerting its air traffic controllers.
According to Sorrells:
I know craft of all types, so I know a lot of things this was not. I know it was not a helicopter. I know it was not an airplane. I know it was not a balloon ― a weather balloon or any other type of balloon. I know it was no known aircraft or flying object that we know of today, or at that time. And it wasn't a laser show…They could probably go 30–40 miles in the time you could snap your fingers twice…And they could rise ― just go straight up. It seemed like they could do that instantaneously. At some points they would hover and just sit for a long period of time — then they would move.
Sgt. Chuck Sorrells — the most qualified of witnesses — observed several anomalies for which he is unable to account. Corroborative documentation from at least seven other sources — both visual, as well as radar — substantiate his assertions.
Birds, meteors and weather balloons don't produce signatures on radar — which solely originate from solid, metal objects. As such, whatever Chuck Sorrells, and several others witnessed on the evening of October 7th, 1965, were tangible craft.
As stated previously ― when it comes to superlative sources, neither Chuck Sorrells nor Parviz Jafari are alone in their claims. Entire volumes could be filled with known citations ― from the most consummate of authorities ― validating UFOs of an otherworldly nature.
This says nothing of the innumerable astronauts, government officials and pilots who’ve experienced the unknown, and been too afraid to go on the record.
That being said, what follows is a sampling of the credibly-credentialed attesting we’re not alone.
I’m Fife Symington. In 1997 — during my second term as governor of Arizona — I saw something that defied logic and challenged my reality. […]
My office did make inquiries as to the origin of the craft, but to this day, they remain unanswered. I still don’t know what it was. As a pilot and a former Air Force officer, I can definitively say that this craft did not resemble any man-made object that I had ever seen.
Regarding the same incident ― known as the Phoenix Lights ― retired Northwest Airlines Captain Trig Johnston had this to assert:
I'd say I saw an unidentified flying object of massive proportions float over the city of Phoenix and Scottsdale, and I don't have the damnedest clue what it was.
Neither Symington nor Johnston were alone in their observations concerning the enigma to which they referred. Thousands of Arizona residents attested to witnessing the anomaly in question.
In 1980, Peruvian Air Force pilot Oscar Santa Maria experienced an aerial encounter he was at a loss to explain. Subsequently, he claimed:
At this point I came to about 300 feet within the UFO. It had an enamel, cream-colored dome with a wide circle metallic base. It had no engines, no exhaust, no windows, no wings or antennas. It lacked all the typical aircraft components with no visible propulsion system.
Former FAA Division Chief John J. Callahan ― who later admonished the CIA for seizing evidence regarding a 1986 encounter concerning a JAL 747 ― had the following to allege:
When the pilot first reported the UFO, he described it as a huge ball with lights running around it. He said it was about four times bigger than the 747 he was riding in.
And remember the 747 has an elevator. And he’s looking out the window and he sees something that’s four times the size of his aircraft.
Captain Ray Bowyer ― of Aurigny Airlines in the UK ― was shaken after witnessing a pair of colossal aerial anomalies:
On nearing the object, a second identical shape appeared beyond the first. Both objects were of a flattened disk shape, with a dark area to the right. They were brilliant yellow, with light emanating from within, and I estimated them to be up to possibly a mile across.
Sergeant James Penniston, and dozens of other military staff, encountered an anomaly in 1980 they weren’t able to explain:
I would go ahead and feel the craft, which was warm. There was static electricity in the air […]. I knew that that craft could not have been made by man.
Mercury 7 astronaut ― and the last American in space on a solo flight ― L. Gordon Cooper penned the following in a letter to Secretary-General of the United Nations Kurt Waldheim:
I believe that these extraterrestrial vehicles and their crews are visiting this planet from other planets, which obviously are a little more technically advanced than we are here on earth. **
** Gordon Cooper:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvPR8T1o3Dc
Cooper had his own, personal experiences with aerial anomalies, in 1951 and 1957.
According to Edgar Mitchell ― Apollo astronaut, and sixth person to walk on the Moon:
I don’t know how many, or where, or how they’re doing it, but they’ve been observing us, and here for quite some time. And we see these craft [UFOs] all the time. ***
*** Edgar Mitchell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhxxHxIEmO4
Healthy skepticism is essential when disproving or proving anything. Unhealthy skepticism simply results in subjectivity, and a failure to acknowledge the truth. Thus, corruption, derangement, lying and suppression of the facts. That being said, the most common skeptical arguments attempting to debunk UFOs of an otherworldly origin, crumble under scrutiny. Those not willing to address the truth typically counter with a rebuttal the likes of, “If aliens are visiting Earth, why haven’t they touched down on the White House lawn?”
A lame contention that will take one as far as a train with no track.
The obvious answer is, “Would you fly an aircraft onto the White House lawn?”
First off, you couldn’t, since defense systems would shoot you down before you could even get close to the grass.
Second, given the U.S. penchant for extreme violence toward everything ― especially its own populace ― why the hell would an intelligent species, able to travel this Universe, get anywhere near government?
Third, when you’re able to reach “here” from “there,” your technology is so much more advanced than ours, what the fuck could Barack Obama and his cronies possibly offer you?
Fourth, during more than one well-documented incident in 1952, numerous mysterious, aerial vehicles buzzed the U.S. capital — including the White House. To date, a definitive explanation as to what these craft were, eludes humanity. **** *****
**** Dolan, Richard, M. (2002). UFOs and the National Security State: Chronology of a Cover-up: 1941–1973. Hampton Roads Publishing Company. ISBN:1571743170
***** 1952 Washington, D.C. UFO incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Asa91nLri00
Another retort is that UFOs might be secret military vehicles.
Such is definitely possible, but the problem with this argument is that ― in countless cases ― fighter jets are scrambled after these enigmas. If the flying conundrums are yours, why would you send armed aircraft aloft to intercept and/or shoot them down?
Those with a recalcitrant need to debunk ― going far beyond objectivity ― often toss this absurd rebuttal into the mix:
“Pilots are the worst observers of aerial anomalies.”
Would you knowingly board a jetliner with an aviator at the helm who couldn’t discern between a flock of birds and an aircraft the size of a small city?
The following argument rears its head often from mainstream scientists:
“In a court of law, anecdotal evidence is the weakest form of proof, and therefore claims of UFO experiences should be categorized as tenuous, at best.”
First off, innumerable encounters with unexplained aerial anomalies have not only been witnessed by extremely credible observers, they’ve also been corroborated by physical validation. This confirmation often comes in the forms of radar returns ― both aircraft, in addition to ground-based ― and pilot-to-tower, tower-to-pilot audio transmissions.
Second, these scientists may wish to consider amending what they perceive as laws, since multitudinous individuals have been executed solely based on anecdotal evidence.
But of course most mainstream scientists are going to overtly ridicule the UFO phenomena. These individuals are at the top of their respective food chain. They’re garnering fame, fortune and notoriety for supporting the prosaic line. They now have their own TV shows, and many are accumulating millions off books sales. Do you really think they wanna run the risk of losing all that by reporting the truth? Talk to any scientist. One of the better methods for killing your career is to openly embrace UFOs of an otherworldly nature visiting Earth. Just watch those cable ratings dwindle, and book sales dry up like a 90 year old’s nut sack.
Countless scientists of mainstream fame were allowed to become so because they conformed. Sedition opposing what governments wish you to believe will result in your lifelong obscurity, at best. At worst, you’ll be eradicated from the scenario. Follow suit, or perish ― one way or another.
When you factor a monetary system into the equation, almost everybody ― scientists included ― become trained seals, with money as their treat. Threaten a professor of chemistry with a loss of career, should he go public with his paradigm-shifting discovery, and he’ll be mute. Promise to no longer fund experiments for a physicist, if she divulges the secret to cold fusion, and she’ll become more silent than a law school library during finals. Best not promulgate an antidote for cancer, since detrimental treatments are big business, and you’ll be flippantly abused, until a compulsive liar garners greater credibility.
In addition, mainstream scientists are highly revered within this current paradigm. Everybody seeks them for answers. Their egos are continually stroked, akin to a lovable cat with silken fur.
If suddenly it was proven humanity was being visited by species far more advanced than we are, nobody would come to these individuals for anything more than evacuation of a foot-long turd clogging their toilet. Rather, people would seek solutions from the otherworldly beings, since they could cross this Universe, while our “experts” can’t even safely get us to the Moon.
Throughout history, humans have witnessed their position of importance diminish. At one point, we speculated we were the lone reason for creation of everything. Steadily, our grasp of the reign slipped, as we realized the Sun, and other celestial bodies in this Solar System ― besides the Moon ― don’t revolve around us. Verity became even more distressing when we learned this wasn’t the only solar system. Our unique nature further decreased when we fathomed the galaxy in which we resided wasn’t the solitary one of its kind, but rather one of hundreds of billions.
Now, with the hypothesis of multiverses ― an infinite number of universes ― humanity can no longer put off the inevitable. Even though mainstream cardboard cutouts — who pose as scientists on TV — will inform you that humans are the sole game in town, knowing how vast the cosmos is, their position is laughable.
All this being said, it’s obvious folks in highly credible positions ― within our human paradigm ― are of the mindset we’re not the sole sentient species. Again, with hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way alone, and hundreds of billions of galaxies in this particular Universe, to believe otherwise is insanity.
So, where are we? As a species, we’re a particle of dust on a particle of dust in a massive macrocosmic ocean. We’re positioned on an outer arm of the Milky Way Galaxy.
If we were in a shopping mall ― staring at a directory of this Universe ― the You Are Here dot, denoting Earth, would neither be viewable by eye, nor microscope. How long would it take us to get to Cock-Shaped Confections at the other end of the mall? Since we perceive this Universe as presently expanding, we’d walk for an innumerable number of lifetimes, only able to satisfy our phallic sugar fix perhaps billions of years from now, when the cosmos collapsed upon itself. By that time, we may not have even strode to the edge of our own Solar System.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William, J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. Pocket Books. ISBN: 0743466748
Greer, Steven, M., M.D. (2001). Disclosure: Military and Government Witnesses Reveal the Greatest Secrets in Modern History. Crossing Point, Inc. ISBN: 0967323819
Kean, Leslie. (2010). UFOs: Generals, Pilots, and Government Officials Go on the Record. Harmony Books. ISBN: 9780307716842
Kitei, Lynne, D., M.D. (2010). The Phoenix Lights: A Skeptic’s Discovery That We Are Not Alone. Hampton Roads Publishing Company, Inc. ISBN: 9781571746320
Movies:
I Know What I Saw. Dir. James Fox. Exec. Prods. Pat and Tony Craddock, Mark Fraser, Jackie and Michael Gardner. Perfs. James Fox. DVD, 2009. ISBN: 1-4229-7473-1
The Phoenix Lights: We Are Not Alone. Prod. Steve Lantz. Perfs. Frances Emma Barwood, Dr. Edgar Mitchell, Fife Symington III. DVD, 2005
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Online Movies:
I Know What I Saw:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_rev8Px2js
The Phoenix Lights: We Are Not Alone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS1fusC7MtI
WORLD WAR III
I’m 94 years old now, and I’m afraid my disposition is the same as it was 75 years ago...
This shit’s got to go.
― Jacque Fresco *
* Jacque Fresco:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gF0M_yfkzQ
For there to a be a World War III, it stands to reason there had to have been a World War I and II. Unknown to most, there wasn’t.
During the periods these alleged altercations occurred, Earth ― also known as the world ― wasn’t fighting various planets. Humans were slaughtering one another, but celestial bodies weren’t duking it out.
When people began perceiving themselves as analogous with the globe upon which they resided, they fallaciously assumed their species ― akin to the Earth ― would exist for billions of years. Sounds like semantics, but do you see humanity addressing the dilemma of the supervolcano beneath Yellowstone Park, or the inevitable reversal of the North and South Poles?
No. And that lack of logic results from the assumption our kind ― like this planet ― will be around as long as there’s a Universe.
Hence, there never was a World War I, nor II. There may have been a Humanity War I and II, but when people are constantly killing each other, how do you determine when one conflict ends, and another begins?
For the sake of argument, you’ve been concerned about what you perceive as World War III for years, never understanding it’s already begun. In fact, World War III has been in progress for decades. It became a legitimate battle in 1989, when the Internet was released to the public. Skirmishes were small and localized at that point, but as use of the World Wide Web grew, combat escalated.
You see, the Internet was the key to the revolution. With instant communication worldwide, a person in Nepal could share an idea with an individual in Nevada as soon as she thought it. Unlike prior eras, there was no lag time. Five hundred years previous, one was forced to wait months before discovering what was happening on the other side of the planet.
For the first time in written history, humans could converse with each other right away, no matter how far apart they were on this vast, azure ball. The Internet took the fight to another level, changing the dynamics of World War III. Suddenly, people were not only sharing ideas instantaneously, but understanding they were more alike than their governments lead them to believe. Propaganda instilled in our minds ― via brainwashing, otherwise known as schooling ― no longer made any sense.
Fear of “capitalists” or “communists” began to abate, as an individual from Montana could chat with someone from Moscow, and comprehend they were so similar they could have been twins.
As such, terms like those above were viewed as ludicrous, and factions which had injected them into our lexicon ― to divide and conquer our species ― were regarded as the true enemy. Battle lines became defined, and populations began seeing what they once thought to be their governments, in real light.
Painful verity was being exposed, and distributed across the globe with the push of a button. Hence, one could now learn that a nuclear power facility named Fukushima was melting down ― open to the environment ― and humanity’s hegemonies were doing nothing to fix the dilemma. ** We could instantaneously disseminate information regarding the Gulf of Tonkin incident *** **** ― perpetrated by the U.S. ― that lead to the murders of 58,200 American soldiers in Vietnam. Enlightenment was happening, as humans realized their governments were knowingly destroying them.
** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
*** The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poz_GgwabZU
**** Gulf of Tonkin Incident:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_of_tonkin_incident
In addition, profundity took a leap of paradigm shifting proportions, as the Internet provided access to the most extensive library in known history. A repository that put the Ancient Library of Alexandria to shame. As a bonus, this warehouse of knowledge was accessible to anyone from anywhere.
Unfortunate or otherwise, most humans misused this resource that was essential to their survival. Vapid Internet sites ― which allowed a person to inform nearly any human on the planet where and when they were taking their latest shit ― were accessed most often by the majority of the population. Indecipherable messages were typed with thumbs, as the already borderline-illiterate populace became even more obtuse.
Regardless, during this epoch, more humans were able to read than at any other known period in history. Hence, awareness increased, and a division between those who understood what was happening, and the ignorant, developed. Those uninformed continued to support the very regimes that were killing them, and had no idea World War III was even occurring. Those enlightened began to grow in numbers, as they fought this silent battle to keep humanity from being exterminated. ***** Separation was apparent, and yet solidarity among all walks of humans was, as well.
***** Culture in Decline:
http://www.cultureindecline.com/
As such, the gap between governments ― who had always historically sought control ― and their populations, widened.
As of the writing of these words, the outcome of World War III had yet to be determined.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara. Prod. Julie Ahlberg. Perfs. Fidel Castro, John F. Kennedy, Robert McNamara. DVD, 2003
I’m 94 years old now, and I’m afraid my disposition is the same as it was 75 years ago...
This shit’s got to go.
― Jacque Fresco *
* Jacque Fresco:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gF0M_yfkzQ
For there to a be a World War III, it stands to reason there had to have been a World War I and II. Unknown to most, there wasn’t.
During the periods these alleged altercations occurred, Earth ― also known as the world ― wasn’t fighting various planets. Humans were slaughtering one another, but celestial bodies weren’t duking it out.
When people began perceiving themselves as analogous with the globe upon which they resided, they fallaciously assumed their species ― akin to the Earth ― would exist for billions of years. Sounds like semantics, but do you see humanity addressing the dilemma of the supervolcano beneath Yellowstone Park, or the inevitable reversal of the North and South Poles?
No. And that lack of logic results from the assumption our kind ― like this planet ― will be around as long as there’s a Universe.
Hence, there never was a World War I, nor II. There may have been a Humanity War I and II, but when people are constantly killing each other, how do you determine when one conflict ends, and another begins?
For the sake of argument, you’ve been concerned about what you perceive as World War III for years, never understanding it’s already begun. In fact, World War III has been in progress for decades. It became a legitimate battle in 1989, when the Internet was released to the public. Skirmishes were small and localized at that point, but as use of the World Wide Web grew, combat escalated.
You see, the Internet was the key to the revolution. With instant communication worldwide, a person in Nepal could share an idea with an individual in Nevada as soon as she thought it. Unlike prior eras, there was no lag time. Five hundred years previous, one was forced to wait months before discovering what was happening on the other side of the planet.
For the first time in written history, humans could converse with each other right away, no matter how far apart they were on this vast, azure ball. The Internet took the fight to another level, changing the dynamics of World War III. Suddenly, people were not only sharing ideas instantaneously, but understanding they were more alike than their governments lead them to believe. Propaganda instilled in our minds ― via brainwashing, otherwise known as schooling ― no longer made any sense.
Fear of “capitalists” or “communists” began to abate, as an individual from Montana could chat with someone from Moscow, and comprehend they were so similar they could have been twins.
As such, terms like those above were viewed as ludicrous, and factions which had injected them into our lexicon ― to divide and conquer our species ― were regarded as the true enemy. Battle lines became defined, and populations began seeing what they once thought to be their governments, in real light.
Painful verity was being exposed, and distributed across the globe with the push of a button. Hence, one could now learn that a nuclear power facility named Fukushima was melting down ― open to the environment ― and humanity’s hegemonies were doing nothing to fix the dilemma. ** We could instantaneously disseminate information regarding the Gulf of Tonkin incident *** **** ― perpetrated by the U.S. ― that lead to the murders of 58,200 American soldiers in Vietnam. Enlightenment was happening, as humans realized their governments were knowingly destroying them.
** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
*** The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poz_GgwabZU
**** Gulf of Tonkin Incident:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_of_tonkin_incident
In addition, profundity took a leap of paradigm shifting proportions, as the Internet provided access to the most extensive library in known history. A repository that put the Ancient Library of Alexandria to shame. As a bonus, this warehouse of knowledge was accessible to anyone from anywhere.
Unfortunate or otherwise, most humans misused this resource that was essential to their survival. Vapid Internet sites ― which allowed a person to inform nearly any human on the planet where and when they were taking their latest shit ― were accessed most often by the majority of the population. Indecipherable messages were typed with thumbs, as the already borderline-illiterate populace became even more obtuse.
Regardless, during this epoch, more humans were able to read than at any other known period in history. Hence, awareness increased, and a division between those who understood what was happening, and the ignorant, developed. Those uninformed continued to support the very regimes that were killing them, and had no idea World War III was even occurring. Those enlightened began to grow in numbers, as they fought this silent battle to keep humanity from being exterminated. ***** Separation was apparent, and yet solidarity among all walks of humans was, as well.
***** Culture in Decline:
http://www.cultureindecline.com/
As such, the gap between governments ― who had always historically sought control ― and their populations, widened.
As of the writing of these words, the outcome of World War III had yet to be determined.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara. Prod. Julie Ahlberg. Perfs. Fidel Castro, John F. Kennedy, Robert McNamara. DVD, 2003
IBM AND THE NAZIS
I create nothing. I own.
― Gordon Gekko *
* Wall Street:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9mWAxHpeew
There’s a substantial chance you’re reading this sentence on a descendant of an IBM computer. Crucial components of hardware within that machine are most likely IBM-based. You probably interact with IBM products at work, and in the marketplace, every day.
Yet, how many people are aware International Business Machines (IBM) helped exterminate millions of Nazi concentration camp prisoners during World War II? Without IBM’s complicity in this genocide, there’s no way so many innocent lives could have been extinguished so expeditiously.
Imagine an era before computers. Seems like an epoch previous written language, doesn’t it? In truth, the year was 1933 ― a time when Adolf Hitler came to power, establishing himself as the voice of a pure Aryan race. There was no room in Hitler’s Germany for anything but an unadulterated bloodline. Jews were despised, and it was determined they need be expunged in order to racially cleanse Europe. But without computers, this was a daunting task.
Lineage and nationalist provenance of such a diverse group were largely unknown. Those of Jewish descent were everywhere. Thanks to Hitler’s onslaught, they were typically hiding, having changed their identities to avoid persecution.
The Nazi Party needed an efficient cataloging machine to determine who was Jewish. Enter IBM ― now regarded as a corporation with the ability to provide solutions. Throughout World War II, this is exactly what said company did…for Hitler and Nazi Germany.
As computers had yet to be developed in the ‘30s, their forerunner ― punch cards processed via tabulation machines ― became the cutting edge technology. According to Edwin Black ― author of IBM and the Holocaust ― this was the actual beginning of the Information Age.
Thomas Watson ― former CEO of IBM ― as well as innumerable personages within said company, knowingly created the punch card system employed by the Nazis to categorize and annihilate millions of people. Additionally, IBM deliberately produced, and leased to the Third Reich, machines that codified these cards. International Business Machines trained Nazi employees regarding the use of these contraptions ― which were precursors to the modern-day computer.
But all that wouldn't suffice for ol' Tom and his crew. IBM also conducted censuses that allowed the Nazis to conclude who ― throughout Europe ― was Jewish. International Business Machines developed the punch card system, and apparatuses, that controlled and coordinated the trains transporting concentration camp prisoners to their deaths.
So smile, and feel good about using IBM products! Billions of people do every day.
IBM and the Holocaust: The Strategic Alliance Between Nazi Germany and America’s Most Powerful Corporation provides a cavalcade of damning documentation. The aforementioned book contains nearly 75 pages of reference sources to substantiate the preceding facts.
How does this avowedly insidious technology work, and where did it all begin? Step back in history to 1890. During that year, the United States Census was being undertaken. Herman Hollerith ― architect of Tabulating Machine Company, which later became IBM ― invented a punch card system that enabled governments to categorize and track mass quantities. Capacious volumes of anything ― be it foodstuffs, houses, or train cars ― could now be counted and classified. In this instance, the considerable amounts tabulated were people.
Punch cards. Customized strips of card stock are perforated with holes in specific columns. These columns denote certain characteristics of a human being; i.e. country of birth, native language, location, profession, religious affiliation, etc. When these implements of information are fed through a calibrated tabulation device, they calculate classifications of people. Thus, due to this heightened technology, millions of those the Nazi war machine found deplorable, were categorized and executed.
Tens of thousands of these cards were processed hourly through the above IBM machines. From this info, Hitler’s Third Reich could now identify who was Jewish, and where they lived. Because banks in Nazi Germany were also run by IBM’s tabulation apparatuses, Jews could be tracked by their assets. The rest was just a matter of abducting these people, and corralling them into ghetto dwellings, soon to be replaced by concentration camps.
Whilst incarcerated in these facilities, prisoners were processed via International Business Machines punch card technology. Hence, the future of inmates was listed on scraps of card stock signifying whether they would live one day, or die the next. With this instrument for efficiency, the Third Reich could proficiently eradicate Jews, Gypsies and other undesirables ― thus producing an Aryan Europe.
Masturbation! It’s an exciting hobby, and one that relieves so much stress. Wouldn’t it have been great if Tom Watson, International Business Machines and the Nazis had known this at the time?
Specific IBM code numbers signified the fate of those incarcerated. A1 meant the prisoner was to be released. A2 denoted an inmate to be transferred. A3 described a captive who perished of “natural causes.” A4 stood for execution. A5 meant suicide. A6 designated death via gas chamber. A7 indicated a prisoner had escaped.
Imagine being the IBM engineer tasked with developing such a demented system. You’d have to possess a demeanor more callous than the soles of a lifelong, career firewalker.
Each Nazi concentration camp housed an IBM Hollerith Department, where running tallies of incarcerates, and their status, could be monitored and amended. Inmates were assigned their own, personal Hollerith Number ― which allowed International Business Machines’ tabulators to analyze them. These demarcations ― which most of us have seen on the wrists of Auschwitz prisoners ― were originally designed by IBM to track captives.
This system eventually became what we now know as the bar code; something we currently employ ubiquitously. Today, this symbol ― a number of vertical lines scanned by computers ― graces almost every product sold via retail, from soup to laxatives.
IBM may meekly deny the above indictments. However, with explosive proof to substantiate this corporation’s collusion, there isn’t much they can do except work continuously to keep this topic out of the public eye.
Let’s examine portions of that evidence. The following is the reason International Business Machines will never sue writer Edwin Black for his expose. IBM comprehends Mr. Black possesses a cavalcade of substantiation they can’t refute. Take, for instance, the following personal correspondence:
July 5, 1937
Your Excellency
Adolf Hitler
Berlin
Before leaving Berlin, I wish to express my pride in and deep gratitude for the high honor I received through the order with which you honored me. Valuing fully the spirit of friendship which underlay this honor, I assure you that in the future as in the past, I will endeavor to do all in my power to create more intimate bonds between our two great nations. My wife and family join in best wishes for you.
Thomas J. Watson [CEO & Chairman]
International Business Machines
Not only would Thomas Watson consult intimately with Adolf Hitler, but the head of IBM also became the beneficiary of the Nazi Merit Cross of the German Eagle with Star. This medal ― created for Watson ― was bestowed upon foreigners proving themselves worthy of inclusion into the Third Reich. Said commemoration was second in esteem solely to Adolf Hitler’s German Grand Cross.
As if providing Nazi Germany with the technology to determine, wrangle and annihilate non-Aryans wasn’t enough, Watson worked personally with Japan to improve its air force and aircraft carriers. In addition, the CEO of IBM conferred in secret with Benito Mussolini in order to assist Italy in its war designs.
All the while, Watson and his wife were treated like royalty in Germany ― entertained in lavish style ― by the likes of Josef Goebbels and Hermann Goering. This, even after it was viewed as treasonous — via the U.S. Trading with the Enemy Act — for American corporations to conduct business with the Third Reich.
Edwin Black has accessed, and photocopied, numerous punch cards with the name of the IBM German affiliate — Dehomag — emblazoned on them. Mr. Black exhibits death lists from concentration camps, proudly boasting International Business Machines’ logo.
Regarding contracts, Thomas Watson was cautious not to leave a paper trail. Transactions with Hitler’s minions were conducted via verbal agreements. The Nazis, however, didn’t trust IBM’s CEO, and did produce evidence of business in the form of typewritten memos. These missives often addressed Watson, describing negotiations undertaken, as well as products and services provided.
On top of this, IBM’s leader did respond ― at least once ― with written confirmation to a Nazi business deal, thus implicating himself. The dispatch in question showcases a proud International Business Machines Corporation letterhead. What follows is a portion of the message, personally drafted in October, 1941, by Thomas Watson:
On the occasion of my visit to Berlin, I also settled a few pending matters, such as the [punch card] machines blocked in Poland, the Romanian Census, the bold patents and other minor subjects on which I’m addressing separate reports to the executive concern in New York [IBM’s head office].
Following World War II, Dr. Georg Schneider ― director of IBM’s Czechoslovakian affiliate ― sent a letter addressed to Watson, signifying:
I beg to give you my report about the IBM office in Prague, Czechoslovakia. All the interests of the IBM were in good hands. The $-rentals were transferred to the account of IBM in Geneva, after begin [sic] of war with U.S. All $-rentals must be converted at the rate of exchange of K25.02 Crowns = $1 and stored on the blocked account of IBM in Prague.
Schneider asserted after U.S. entrance into the war, he met with Harrison K. Chauncey ― IBM’s foremost attorney. It was agreed German punch card apparatuses be guised as Czech, and sold or re-rented. “From each machine,” Schneider purported, “we had to pay a license-tax [royalty] to the IBM.”
Edwin Black went so far as to obtain a copy of the Auschwitz phone book, in which Dehomag is listed, as well as the two members who ran said office.
In order to publish IBM and the Holocaust, Mr. Black employed in excess of 100 investigators, who researched over 20,000 primary source documents.
As astutely predicated by the above author:
When you ask IBM ― as many people have ― why they did it, the Information Company says, “We have no information. We’ve lost it all.” […]
Will IBM ever be brought to justice? The answer is, “No.”
The fact is that many people have sued IBM around the world. They were never called to account during the Holocaust; never called to account after the Holocaust; and they will not be called to account today. They are, indeed, bigger than nations, bigger than genocides, bigger than the justice system, itself.
It was IBM that both calculated the weather for the Normandy invasion ― for the United States and Allied forces ― and the strength of the German defenses for the German high command.
During World War II, IBM profited at the expense of millions of human lives. All the while, its CEO sported a shit-eating grin. Let’s face it, only a psychotic would smile at the prospect of devouring fecal matter.
Sources:
Books:
Black, Edwin. (2001). IBM and the Holocaust: The Strategic Alliance Between Nazi Germany and America’s Most Powerful Corporation. Crown Publishers. ISBN: 0316857696
Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
Online Movies:
Edwin Black presentation:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQPiub5Qyqw
Hitler's American Business Partners:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMKnH2BlkBA
One Mainframe to Rule Them All:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXTwS_TCvM
I create nothing. I own.
― Gordon Gekko *
* Wall Street:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9mWAxHpeew
There’s a substantial chance you’re reading this sentence on a descendant of an IBM computer. Crucial components of hardware within that machine are most likely IBM-based. You probably interact with IBM products at work, and in the marketplace, every day.
Yet, how many people are aware International Business Machines (IBM) helped exterminate millions of Nazi concentration camp prisoners during World War II? Without IBM’s complicity in this genocide, there’s no way so many innocent lives could have been extinguished so expeditiously.
Imagine an era before computers. Seems like an epoch previous written language, doesn’t it? In truth, the year was 1933 ― a time when Adolf Hitler came to power, establishing himself as the voice of a pure Aryan race. There was no room in Hitler’s Germany for anything but an unadulterated bloodline. Jews were despised, and it was determined they need be expunged in order to racially cleanse Europe. But without computers, this was a daunting task.
Lineage and nationalist provenance of such a diverse group were largely unknown. Those of Jewish descent were everywhere. Thanks to Hitler’s onslaught, they were typically hiding, having changed their identities to avoid persecution.
The Nazi Party needed an efficient cataloging machine to determine who was Jewish. Enter IBM ― now regarded as a corporation with the ability to provide solutions. Throughout World War II, this is exactly what said company did…for Hitler and Nazi Germany.
As computers had yet to be developed in the ‘30s, their forerunner ― punch cards processed via tabulation machines ― became the cutting edge technology. According to Edwin Black ― author of IBM and the Holocaust ― this was the actual beginning of the Information Age.
Thomas Watson ― former CEO of IBM ― as well as innumerable personages within said company, knowingly created the punch card system employed by the Nazis to categorize and annihilate millions of people. Additionally, IBM deliberately produced, and leased to the Third Reich, machines that codified these cards. International Business Machines trained Nazi employees regarding the use of these contraptions ― which were precursors to the modern-day computer.
But all that wouldn't suffice for ol' Tom and his crew. IBM also conducted censuses that allowed the Nazis to conclude who ― throughout Europe ― was Jewish. International Business Machines developed the punch card system, and apparatuses, that controlled and coordinated the trains transporting concentration camp prisoners to their deaths.
So smile, and feel good about using IBM products! Billions of people do every day.
IBM and the Holocaust: The Strategic Alliance Between Nazi Germany and America’s Most Powerful Corporation provides a cavalcade of damning documentation. The aforementioned book contains nearly 75 pages of reference sources to substantiate the preceding facts.
How does this avowedly insidious technology work, and where did it all begin? Step back in history to 1890. During that year, the United States Census was being undertaken. Herman Hollerith ― architect of Tabulating Machine Company, which later became IBM ― invented a punch card system that enabled governments to categorize and track mass quantities. Capacious volumes of anything ― be it foodstuffs, houses, or train cars ― could now be counted and classified. In this instance, the considerable amounts tabulated were people.
Punch cards. Customized strips of card stock are perforated with holes in specific columns. These columns denote certain characteristics of a human being; i.e. country of birth, native language, location, profession, religious affiliation, etc. When these implements of information are fed through a calibrated tabulation device, they calculate classifications of people. Thus, due to this heightened technology, millions of those the Nazi war machine found deplorable, were categorized and executed.
Tens of thousands of these cards were processed hourly through the above IBM machines. From this info, Hitler’s Third Reich could now identify who was Jewish, and where they lived. Because banks in Nazi Germany were also run by IBM’s tabulation apparatuses, Jews could be tracked by their assets. The rest was just a matter of abducting these people, and corralling them into ghetto dwellings, soon to be replaced by concentration camps.
Whilst incarcerated in these facilities, prisoners were processed via International Business Machines punch card technology. Hence, the future of inmates was listed on scraps of card stock signifying whether they would live one day, or die the next. With this instrument for efficiency, the Third Reich could proficiently eradicate Jews, Gypsies and other undesirables ― thus producing an Aryan Europe.
Masturbation! It’s an exciting hobby, and one that relieves so much stress. Wouldn’t it have been great if Tom Watson, International Business Machines and the Nazis had known this at the time?
Specific IBM code numbers signified the fate of those incarcerated. A1 meant the prisoner was to be released. A2 denoted an inmate to be transferred. A3 described a captive who perished of “natural causes.” A4 stood for execution. A5 meant suicide. A6 designated death via gas chamber. A7 indicated a prisoner had escaped.
Imagine being the IBM engineer tasked with developing such a demented system. You’d have to possess a demeanor more callous than the soles of a lifelong, career firewalker.
Each Nazi concentration camp housed an IBM Hollerith Department, where running tallies of incarcerates, and their status, could be monitored and amended. Inmates were assigned their own, personal Hollerith Number ― which allowed International Business Machines’ tabulators to analyze them. These demarcations ― which most of us have seen on the wrists of Auschwitz prisoners ― were originally designed by IBM to track captives.
This system eventually became what we now know as the bar code; something we currently employ ubiquitously. Today, this symbol ― a number of vertical lines scanned by computers ― graces almost every product sold via retail, from soup to laxatives.
IBM may meekly deny the above indictments. However, with explosive proof to substantiate this corporation’s collusion, there isn’t much they can do except work continuously to keep this topic out of the public eye.
Let’s examine portions of that evidence. The following is the reason International Business Machines will never sue writer Edwin Black for his expose. IBM comprehends Mr. Black possesses a cavalcade of substantiation they can’t refute. Take, for instance, the following personal correspondence:
July 5, 1937
Your Excellency
Adolf Hitler
Berlin
Before leaving Berlin, I wish to express my pride in and deep gratitude for the high honor I received through the order with which you honored me. Valuing fully the spirit of friendship which underlay this honor, I assure you that in the future as in the past, I will endeavor to do all in my power to create more intimate bonds between our two great nations. My wife and family join in best wishes for you.
Thomas J. Watson [CEO & Chairman]
International Business Machines
Not only would Thomas Watson consult intimately with Adolf Hitler, but the head of IBM also became the beneficiary of the Nazi Merit Cross of the German Eagle with Star. This medal ― created for Watson ― was bestowed upon foreigners proving themselves worthy of inclusion into the Third Reich. Said commemoration was second in esteem solely to Adolf Hitler’s German Grand Cross.
As if providing Nazi Germany with the technology to determine, wrangle and annihilate non-Aryans wasn’t enough, Watson worked personally with Japan to improve its air force and aircraft carriers. In addition, the CEO of IBM conferred in secret with Benito Mussolini in order to assist Italy in its war designs.
All the while, Watson and his wife were treated like royalty in Germany ― entertained in lavish style ― by the likes of Josef Goebbels and Hermann Goering. This, even after it was viewed as treasonous — via the U.S. Trading with the Enemy Act — for American corporations to conduct business with the Third Reich.
Edwin Black has accessed, and photocopied, numerous punch cards with the name of the IBM German affiliate — Dehomag — emblazoned on them. Mr. Black exhibits death lists from concentration camps, proudly boasting International Business Machines’ logo.
Regarding contracts, Thomas Watson was cautious not to leave a paper trail. Transactions with Hitler’s minions were conducted via verbal agreements. The Nazis, however, didn’t trust IBM’s CEO, and did produce evidence of business in the form of typewritten memos. These missives often addressed Watson, describing negotiations undertaken, as well as products and services provided.
On top of this, IBM’s leader did respond ― at least once ― with written confirmation to a Nazi business deal, thus implicating himself. The dispatch in question showcases a proud International Business Machines Corporation letterhead. What follows is a portion of the message, personally drafted in October, 1941, by Thomas Watson:
On the occasion of my visit to Berlin, I also settled a few pending matters, such as the [punch card] machines blocked in Poland, the Romanian Census, the bold patents and other minor subjects on which I’m addressing separate reports to the executive concern in New York [IBM’s head office].
Following World War II, Dr. Georg Schneider ― director of IBM’s Czechoslovakian affiliate ― sent a letter addressed to Watson, signifying:
I beg to give you my report about the IBM office in Prague, Czechoslovakia. All the interests of the IBM were in good hands. The $-rentals were transferred to the account of IBM in Geneva, after begin [sic] of war with U.S. All $-rentals must be converted at the rate of exchange of K25.02 Crowns = $1 and stored on the blocked account of IBM in Prague.
Schneider asserted after U.S. entrance into the war, he met with Harrison K. Chauncey ― IBM’s foremost attorney. It was agreed German punch card apparatuses be guised as Czech, and sold or re-rented. “From each machine,” Schneider purported, “we had to pay a license-tax [royalty] to the IBM.”
Edwin Black went so far as to obtain a copy of the Auschwitz phone book, in which Dehomag is listed, as well as the two members who ran said office.
In order to publish IBM and the Holocaust, Mr. Black employed in excess of 100 investigators, who researched over 20,000 primary source documents.
As astutely predicated by the above author:
When you ask IBM ― as many people have ― why they did it, the Information Company says, “We have no information. We’ve lost it all.” […]
Will IBM ever be brought to justice? The answer is, “No.”
The fact is that many people have sued IBM around the world. They were never called to account during the Holocaust; never called to account after the Holocaust; and they will not be called to account today. They are, indeed, bigger than nations, bigger than genocides, bigger than the justice system, itself.
It was IBM that both calculated the weather for the Normandy invasion ― for the United States and Allied forces ― and the strength of the German defenses for the German high command.
During World War II, IBM profited at the expense of millions of human lives. All the while, its CEO sported a shit-eating grin. Let’s face it, only a psychotic would smile at the prospect of devouring fecal matter.
Sources:
Books:
Black, Edwin. (2001). IBM and the Holocaust: The Strategic Alliance Between Nazi Germany and America’s Most Powerful Corporation. Crown Publishers. ISBN: 0316857696
Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
Online Movies:
Edwin Black presentation:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQPiub5Qyqw
Hitler's American Business Partners:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMKnH2BlkBA
One Mainframe to Rule Them All:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXTwS_TCvM
SOLDIERS
Anyone dumb enough to wanna be in the military should be allowed in. End of fuckin’ story. That should be the only requirement.
I don’t care how many push-ups you can do. Put on a helmet, go wait in that foxhole, we’ll tell ya’ when we need you to kill somebody. […]
Aren’t y’all fuckin’ hired killers? […] You are thugs. And when we need you to blow the fuck out of a nation of little, brown people, we’ll let ya’ know.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jtJqb-q3I
War is a racket. It always has been. […]
At least 21,000 new millionaires and billionaires were made in the United States during the World War [World War I]. […]
How many of these war millionaires shouldered a rifle? How many of them dug a trench? How many of them knew what it meant to go hungry in a rat-infested dug-out? How many of them spent sleepless, frightened nights, ducking shells and shrapnel and machine gun bullets? How many of them parried a bayonet thrust of an enemy? How many of them were wounded or killed in battle? […]
I say, “To Hell with war!”
In 1935, Major General Smedley Darlington Butler wrote the above citation in his book War is a Racket. At that period, “Old Gimlet Eye” was the most decorated U.S. Marine in history. Today, Butler remains one of a handful of individuals so highly revered in this department of the armed forces.
Why would such an esteemed personage blatantly attack war ― the act that afforded him great approbation? Because Smedley understood he was nothing more than a “high class muscleman for Big Business.” He realized soldiers were no more than “cannon fodder” for corporations. He comprehended war was an implement by which hegemonies pitted individuals against one another, and thus profited.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscleman for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers,” asserted this war veteran.
In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902–1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.
Soldiers not only bear the weight of sacrificing their own lives ― as well as those they’re willing to kill ― they’re also forced to pay in other ways. According to Smedley Butler:
Boys with a normal viewpoint were taken out of the fields and offices and factories and classrooms and put into the ranks. There they were remolded; they were made over; they were made to “about face,” to regard murder as the order of the day. They were put shoulder to shoulder and, through mass psychology, they were entirely changed. We used them for a couple of years and trained them to think nothing at all of killing or of being killed. […]
In the World War, we used propaganda to make the boys accept conscription. They were made to feel ashamed if they didn’t join the army.
So vicious was this war propaganda that even God was brought into it. With few exceptions our clergymen joined in the clamor to kill, kill, kill. To kill the Germans. God is on our side…it is His will that the Germans be killed.
Although life is the ultimate sacrifice we’re currently aware of, soldiers willing to die still hadn’t given enough. The powers that be demanded more. Hence, during World War I, assassins sent to perish in battle were forced to monetarily shoulder a considerable portion of the bloodshed. To quote Butler:
Thus, having stuffed patriotism down their throats, it was decided to make them help pay for the war, too. So, we gave them the large salary of $30 a month. […]
Half of that wage (just a little more than a riveter in a shipyard or a laborer in a munitions factory safe at home made in a day) was promptly taken from him to support his dependents, so that they would not become a charge upon his community. Then we paid him what amounted to accident insurance ― something the employer pays for in an enlightened state ― and that cost him $6 a month. He had less than $9 a month left.
Then, the most crowning insolence of all ― he was virtually blackjacked into paying for his own ammunition, clothing, and food by being made to buy Liberty Bonds. Most soldiers got no money at all on pay days.
We made them buy Liberty Bonds at $100 and then we bought them back ― when they came back from the war and couldn’t find work ― at $84 and $86. And the soldiers bought about $2,000,000,000 worth of these bonds!
If War is a Racket was mandatory reading for everyone entering the military, it’s highly plausible enlistment rates would drop to zero.
Unknown to most, soldiers weren’t always awarded medals. At one point, cash was their incentive, and they battled for bonuses. These compensated killers were often afforded large sums solely for enlisting.
It was after the Spanish-American War that commanders realized their troops ― akin to children ― adored adulation, as well as shiny things. Hence, medals were offered ― in lieu of pay ― and graced upon those who followed orders best, remaining most loyal to the noble cause of annihilating other humans.
In the words of Napoleon Bonaparte:
All men are enamored of decorations…they positively hunger for them.
By endorsing the Napoleonic system, leaders could amass an army for less money. Troops were satisfied with pretty medallions, and the wealthy remained so, since they were able to retain far more cash.
“Thank you for your service.”
It was the most obsequious and stupid thing I’d heard, and yet everybody was saying it.
“Thank you for your service. Awk! Thank you for your service…”
Somehow people had transformed into talking parrots, repeating what they’d heard, without understanding what it meant.
At 3 AM, in a forgotten greasy spoon, on the edge of the Earth. In a liquor emporium, while preparing for one’s latest liver workout. Even at a porn arcade, in the midst of a crucial decision between big chicks, or girls with bushes thicker than the skull of a Wheel of Fortune addict.
Just because you don some camos, and a pair of army regulation boots, everyone seems at the ready to suck your sphincter. How did any of these fawning fuckers know the dude in the fatigues didn’t just slaughter a family of five, buy a uniform at a costume store and decide to walk the town for quick praise?
Everywhere you go, folks are thanking people in military uniforms. Soldiers are paid assassins. There’s no equivocation here. Look up the word “assassin” on a number of Internet thesauruses. A primary synonym is “soldier.” Servile suckers who praise them are showing appreciation for an individual who’s contractually agreed to kill innocent people so they, themselves, can collect a paycheck and a pension. That’s not the type of person I’d ever thank, much less be associated with. As I’m a civilian, one can never be sure when I’ll be next in this hired killer’s cross hairs.
The damned things are everywhere. Typically in sticker form, attached to vehicle bumpers, nothing’s stopping folks from slappin’ ‘em on houses, traffic signs or dead pets. The worst one has to be “God Bless Our Troops…Especially Our Snipers.”
How deranged, morbid and pompous is somebody supporting such a delusional sentiment?
“God Bless Our Troops” is psychotic enough, since, at that point, you’re invoking an invisible senior citizen — who lives in the sky — to protect a bunch of hired killers. Don’t you have something better to do, like fashioning your own stool into a commemorative bust of John Stamos, to honor the 20th anniversary of Full House? When adding sharpshooters into the mix, now you’re asking said unseen retiree to guide the bullets of assassins laying in wait to pick folks off.
Didn’t the government inform us Lee Harvey Oswald was a sniper?
Today, you see soldiers marching in lockstep ― unable to reason for themselves ― all over the place. Often, proud parents gaze on admirably from some grandstand.
“Look, honey! It’s Tim! Isn’t he handsome?”
“My son, the expendable drone!”
“I’m so excited! Let’s hurry home and make another one!”
“Now you’re talkin’ my lingo, woman!”
Politicians demand soldiers fight, as they, themselves, sleep securely in their beds, far from the gunfire. But weapons only kill if there are those willing to use them. These compensated assassins can refuse to pull the trigger, and drop their guns whenever they choose. If performed en masse, bureaucracies of humanity would have no recourse.
Unfortunately for ex-U.S. Marine, Jon Michael Turner, he elected to discharge his weapon…numerous times:
On April 18th, 2006, I had my first confirmed kill. This man was innocent. I don’t know his name. I called him the Fat Man. He was walking back to his house, and I shot him in front of his friend and his father.
The first round didn’t kill him, after I had hit him up here in his neck area. And afterwards he started screaming, and looked right into my eyes. So, I looked at my friend ― who I was on post with ― and I said, “Well, I can’t let that happen,” so I took another shot, and took him out.
He was then carried away by the rest of his family. It took seven people to carry his body away.
We were all congratulated after we had our first kills, and that happened to have been mine. My company commander personally congratulated me, as he did everyone else in our company. This is the same individual who had stated that whoever gets their first kill by stabbing them to death will get a four day pass when we return from Iraq.
Jimmy Massey ― a 12 year veteran, and U.S. Marine in the Iraqi War ― had this to say:
I was about to open up a meal, when I heard a gunshot that went over our heads from the right to the left. I immediately stepped from behind my vehicle and my marines were already discharging their weapons towards the protestors. I unslung my weapon, and I put the weapon up into my shoulder, and I began to fire.
When everything was said and done, we went and did a reconnaissance of the bodies. We were lookin’ for weapons […] and I don’t see any weapons. And then I look up, and about 50 meters away from the protesters was some RPGs [rocket-propelled grenades] that were lined up against the wall, and I thought to myself, “They had the capability to fire at us if they wanted to, but they didn’t. So that means that they were holding a protest ― a peaceful protest.” And then all of a sudden, in your mind, you realize that you just murdered some people.
Twenty minutes later, a car sped into our checkpoint area and we discharged our weapons, and come to find out that it was innocent life again.
And then another one happened; and then another one happened. By the last one, I had an occupant of the vehicle asking me, “Why did you kill my brother? We didn’t do anything. We’re not terrorists.”
I was so devastated, my commanding officer, Captain Schmidt, he came up to me and he says, “Staff sergeant,” he said, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You look a little under the weather.”
And I said, “Well, today’s been a bad day, sir; we’ve killed a lot of civilians.”
And he said, “No. Today’s a good day.”
U.S. Marine Corporal Jason Washburn will probably never forget his time spent in the Middle East:
If the town or the city that we were approaching was a known threat― If the unit that went through the area before we did took a high number of casualties, […] we were allowed to shoot whatever we wanted. It was deemed a free-fire zone. So, we would roll through the town and anything that we saw, everything that we saw, we engaged it, and opened fire on everything.
There was really no rule governing the amount of force we were allowed to use on targets during the invasion. I remember one woman was walking by, and she was carrying a huge bag, and she looked like she was heading towards us, so we lit her up with the Mk 19 ― which is an automatic grenade launcher ― and when the dust settled, we realized that the bag was only full of groceries. She had been trying to bring us food, and we blew her to pieces for it. […]
Something else we were actually encouraged to do ― almost with a wink and a nudge ― was to carry drop weapons or, by my third tour, drop shovels. What that basically is is we would carry these weapons or shovels with us because in case we accidentally did shoot a civilian, we could just toss the weapon on the body and make them look like they were an insurgent. […]
We were told, by my third tour, that if they were carrying a shovel, and a heavy bag ― if they were digging anywhere, especially near roads ― that we could shoot them. […]
This was commonly encouraged, but only behind closed doors.
Staff Sergeant Camilo Mejia’s recollections of Iraq are far from pleasant:
This time when this child was basically riding in the passenger’s seat with his father, and we decapitated his father with a machine gun. And when we went down to the low ground to search for enemy wounded, I remember seeing this young person standing next to this body that was decapitated and when I think about it I cannot remember the expression on the child’s face. I cannot remember that he was a child. I only know this because people told me later on that was the man’s son. The man’s young son who was standing next to the body.
For individuals like Hart Viges ― who served in the 82nd Airborne Division in the Iraqi War ― the barbarity he perpetrated will haunt him the rest of his days:
I never really saw the effects of my mortar rounds in the towns, so that just leaves my imagination open to countless deaths that― I don’t know how many civilians ― innocents ― I’ve killed. […]
And then with raids― We never went on a raid where we got the right house, much less the right person. Not once.
And what of Iraqi prisoners ― more often innocent than not ― who were incarcerated?
U.S. Marine Matthew Childers had this to say:
They were in our custody for about a week. Over this week, these guys were beaten relentlessly, and humiliated, teased with food and water. They were begging the marines for food and water, and the marines would mock them. Throw water in their face.
The detainees were FlexiCuffed by their wrists, behind their back, and they were blindfolded. The marines were screaming at them to get up, and then they’d trip them, down on their face. They couldn’t break their fall, ‘cause they were tied up.
The marines were showing the Iraqis pornography, which is strictly taboo to their religion, and they made this very obvious to us.
I saw a marine take the hat off of an Iraqi. He shoved it down the back of his pants, and wiped himself with it, and then tried to feed it to the Iraqi ― who was blindfolded ― and because he [the Iraqi] was desperate for food, he actually tried to eat it. […]
These guys were under custody for about a week, and I didn’t see them eat the whole time.
I wasn’t around them 24/7; I don’t know how long the posts were, but I didn’t see them eat or sleep at all.
But the desecration wreaked by U.S. forces in Afghanistan and Iraq wasn’t only exacted on the indigenous population. Friendly fire ― U.S. Marines attacking other United States soldiers ― also occurred, attested Corporal Christopher Gallagher:
April 7th, 2005. Lance Corporal Juan Benitez ― who was one of the snipers in my unit ― was on a mission in Fallujah. He was in a hide, when a patrol of Force Recon Marines drove up in their Hummers, and had mistaken him for an insurgent, running him over with their vehicles.
The official story released by the Defense Department stated that he was involved in a hostile vehicle accident that was under investigation. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard of a hostile vehicle accident before.
Medical care ― for United States soldiers, let alone Iraqi citizens ― was often reprehensible. According to Surgical Intensive Care Unit nurse Doug Connor ― who served in Iraq:
It got to the point where we started calling the Iraqi patients― We’d call them range balls because, just like on a driving range, you don’t care about losing ‘em. […]
The health care system […] it’s not set up for soldiers. In fact, it seems to me there is almost a conspiracy to not treat soldiers because it makes you think about going back into the army if your health care is so dismal when you get out, and the VA that’s supposed to take care of you is so dismal. […]
I had so many patients that would tell me, six months later ― and these are amputees ― […] that hadn’t received benefits yet. They [Veterans Affairs] were still deciding whether they [wounded soldiers] would receive them. Now this is clear-cut ― triple amputee is triple amputee. There shouldn’t even be a question.
United States Navy Petty Officer Zollie Peter Goodman asserted:
September, 2005, I was on a training operation deployed out of Jacksonville, Florida. We were underway. My wife was pregnant with my unborn child.
While I was on that training operation, my wife began the horrible process of a miscarriage. Being home by herself, the first thing she did was call the Tricare hotline.
Tricare is the health care service that’s provided to us in the military.
The lady on the hotline told her that she probably already had lost her child, and that there was nothing they could do. She asked for an ambulance, and she was told that if she had $1,500, they were willing to send an ambulance. Not having $1,500 ― on the salary of an E-4 ― she chose not to get the ambulance, and she called a friend of mine, and waited for him to come pick her up at our apartment, and drove her to base. There’s a hospital on Naval Station Mayport. […] She arrived there at 4 PM. She went inside, and the nurse told her that they were closing at 4:30, and they couldn’t help her. She insisted to see a doctor. The doctor told her that they could not help her, and she was turned away.
And she once again waited in the parking lot, while she was bleeding, for my friend to take her to another hospital 23 miles away […]. No ambulance was provided. Nothing. No assistance, and we lost the child. […]
I went home on leave with no assistance; no plane ticket. The money that I did spend on a plane ticket to get home left me in a very hard position with a wife who needed health care that I could not provide for her, and neither could my government apparently.
Later on after that incident, I was discharged with no access to the VA, no assistance with help into the VA.
Finally finding out that I qualified for veterans health care, I found the application online, filled it out, and sent it in to be processed. […]
Upon requesting mental health and mental help, […] the first thing they tried to do was medicate me. No therapy was recommended. Medications were recommended. They gave me three different medications. The first was Trazodone; the second was Paxil; and the third was Gabapentin […]. My doctor did not give me any information on these medications. […]
So, I left my appointment that day, and I went home, and I did research on the medications that I was given. And I found out that the main side effect of all three medications is suicidal thoughts and suicidal tendencies. And that’s disgusting. […]
Ten thousand Iraq War vets have committed suicide.
Stories of atrocities like those above fill entire volumes, as well as numerous documentaries.
Fighting a tangible enemy ― if it be another human ― is ludicrous enough. When you’re waging a war on terror, you’re no longer battling something palpable. You’re feuding with a tactic.
Imagine how devastated you’d be if you were a soldier who lost several limbs during a war, only to discover you’d fought to pad the bank accounts of the rich, or the egos of the control hungry.
Sources:
Books:
Butler, Smedley D. (2003). War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier. Feral House. ISBN: 0922915865
Iraq Veterans Against the War; Glantz, Aaron. (2008). Winter Soldier: Iraq and Afghanistan: Eyewitness Accounts of the Occupations. Haymarket Books. ISBN: 9781931859653
Online Movies:
Camilo Mejia testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0RlA-PRbXQ
Christopher Gallagher testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAhvuTrYgDk
Doug Connor testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy-75TDRp7I
Hart Viges testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lez-mPSnZ6E
Jason Washburn testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNTVeGAQt90
Jimmy Massey testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN5Lu94l_E0
Jimmy Massey testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jS68jwnpiqo
Jon Michael Turner testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6hp8HMstkE
Matthew Childers testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRrkT8oCAJU
Smedley Butler lecture:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smedley_Butler#Lectures
Zollie Peter Goodman testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h91K6CyHEl4
Anyone dumb enough to wanna be in the military should be allowed in. End of fuckin’ story. That should be the only requirement.
I don’t care how many push-ups you can do. Put on a helmet, go wait in that foxhole, we’ll tell ya’ when we need you to kill somebody. […]
Aren’t y’all fuckin’ hired killers? […] You are thugs. And when we need you to blow the fuck out of a nation of little, brown people, we’ll let ya’ know.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jtJqb-q3I
War is a racket. It always has been. […]
At least 21,000 new millionaires and billionaires were made in the United States during the World War [World War I]. […]
How many of these war millionaires shouldered a rifle? How many of them dug a trench? How many of them knew what it meant to go hungry in a rat-infested dug-out? How many of them spent sleepless, frightened nights, ducking shells and shrapnel and machine gun bullets? How many of them parried a bayonet thrust of an enemy? How many of them were wounded or killed in battle? […]
I say, “To Hell with war!”
In 1935, Major General Smedley Darlington Butler wrote the above citation in his book War is a Racket. At that period, “Old Gimlet Eye” was the most decorated U.S. Marine in history. Today, Butler remains one of a handful of individuals so highly revered in this department of the armed forces.
Why would such an esteemed personage blatantly attack war ― the act that afforded him great approbation? Because Smedley understood he was nothing more than a “high class muscleman for Big Business.” He realized soldiers were no more than “cannon fodder” for corporations. He comprehended war was an implement by which hegemonies pitted individuals against one another, and thus profited.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscleman for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers,” asserted this war veteran.
In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902–1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.
Soldiers not only bear the weight of sacrificing their own lives ― as well as those they’re willing to kill ― they’re also forced to pay in other ways. According to Smedley Butler:
Boys with a normal viewpoint were taken out of the fields and offices and factories and classrooms and put into the ranks. There they were remolded; they were made over; they were made to “about face,” to regard murder as the order of the day. They were put shoulder to shoulder and, through mass psychology, they were entirely changed. We used them for a couple of years and trained them to think nothing at all of killing or of being killed. […]
In the World War, we used propaganda to make the boys accept conscription. They were made to feel ashamed if they didn’t join the army.
So vicious was this war propaganda that even God was brought into it. With few exceptions our clergymen joined in the clamor to kill, kill, kill. To kill the Germans. God is on our side…it is His will that the Germans be killed.
Although life is the ultimate sacrifice we’re currently aware of, soldiers willing to die still hadn’t given enough. The powers that be demanded more. Hence, during World War I, assassins sent to perish in battle were forced to monetarily shoulder a considerable portion of the bloodshed. To quote Butler:
Thus, having stuffed patriotism down their throats, it was decided to make them help pay for the war, too. So, we gave them the large salary of $30 a month. […]
Half of that wage (just a little more than a riveter in a shipyard or a laborer in a munitions factory safe at home made in a day) was promptly taken from him to support his dependents, so that they would not become a charge upon his community. Then we paid him what amounted to accident insurance ― something the employer pays for in an enlightened state ― and that cost him $6 a month. He had less than $9 a month left.
Then, the most crowning insolence of all ― he was virtually blackjacked into paying for his own ammunition, clothing, and food by being made to buy Liberty Bonds. Most soldiers got no money at all on pay days.
We made them buy Liberty Bonds at $100 and then we bought them back ― when they came back from the war and couldn’t find work ― at $84 and $86. And the soldiers bought about $2,000,000,000 worth of these bonds!
If War is a Racket was mandatory reading for everyone entering the military, it’s highly plausible enlistment rates would drop to zero.
Unknown to most, soldiers weren’t always awarded medals. At one point, cash was their incentive, and they battled for bonuses. These compensated killers were often afforded large sums solely for enlisting.
It was after the Spanish-American War that commanders realized their troops ― akin to children ― adored adulation, as well as shiny things. Hence, medals were offered ― in lieu of pay ― and graced upon those who followed orders best, remaining most loyal to the noble cause of annihilating other humans.
In the words of Napoleon Bonaparte:
All men are enamored of decorations…they positively hunger for them.
By endorsing the Napoleonic system, leaders could amass an army for less money. Troops were satisfied with pretty medallions, and the wealthy remained so, since they were able to retain far more cash.
“Thank you for your service.”
It was the most obsequious and stupid thing I’d heard, and yet everybody was saying it.
“Thank you for your service. Awk! Thank you for your service…”
Somehow people had transformed into talking parrots, repeating what they’d heard, without understanding what it meant.
At 3 AM, in a forgotten greasy spoon, on the edge of the Earth. In a liquor emporium, while preparing for one’s latest liver workout. Even at a porn arcade, in the midst of a crucial decision between big chicks, or girls with bushes thicker than the skull of a Wheel of Fortune addict.
Just because you don some camos, and a pair of army regulation boots, everyone seems at the ready to suck your sphincter. How did any of these fawning fuckers know the dude in the fatigues didn’t just slaughter a family of five, buy a uniform at a costume store and decide to walk the town for quick praise?
Everywhere you go, folks are thanking people in military uniforms. Soldiers are paid assassins. There’s no equivocation here. Look up the word “assassin” on a number of Internet thesauruses. A primary synonym is “soldier.” Servile suckers who praise them are showing appreciation for an individual who’s contractually agreed to kill innocent people so they, themselves, can collect a paycheck and a pension. That’s not the type of person I’d ever thank, much less be associated with. As I’m a civilian, one can never be sure when I’ll be next in this hired killer’s cross hairs.
The damned things are everywhere. Typically in sticker form, attached to vehicle bumpers, nothing’s stopping folks from slappin’ ‘em on houses, traffic signs or dead pets. The worst one has to be “God Bless Our Troops…Especially Our Snipers.”
How deranged, morbid and pompous is somebody supporting such a delusional sentiment?
“God Bless Our Troops” is psychotic enough, since, at that point, you’re invoking an invisible senior citizen — who lives in the sky — to protect a bunch of hired killers. Don’t you have something better to do, like fashioning your own stool into a commemorative bust of John Stamos, to honor the 20th anniversary of Full House? When adding sharpshooters into the mix, now you’re asking said unseen retiree to guide the bullets of assassins laying in wait to pick folks off.
Didn’t the government inform us Lee Harvey Oswald was a sniper?
Today, you see soldiers marching in lockstep ― unable to reason for themselves ― all over the place. Often, proud parents gaze on admirably from some grandstand.
“Look, honey! It’s Tim! Isn’t he handsome?”
“My son, the expendable drone!”
“I’m so excited! Let’s hurry home and make another one!”
“Now you’re talkin’ my lingo, woman!”
Politicians demand soldiers fight, as they, themselves, sleep securely in their beds, far from the gunfire. But weapons only kill if there are those willing to use them. These compensated assassins can refuse to pull the trigger, and drop their guns whenever they choose. If performed en masse, bureaucracies of humanity would have no recourse.
Unfortunately for ex-U.S. Marine, Jon Michael Turner, he elected to discharge his weapon…numerous times:
On April 18th, 2006, I had my first confirmed kill. This man was innocent. I don’t know his name. I called him the Fat Man. He was walking back to his house, and I shot him in front of his friend and his father.
The first round didn’t kill him, after I had hit him up here in his neck area. And afterwards he started screaming, and looked right into my eyes. So, I looked at my friend ― who I was on post with ― and I said, “Well, I can’t let that happen,” so I took another shot, and took him out.
He was then carried away by the rest of his family. It took seven people to carry his body away.
We were all congratulated after we had our first kills, and that happened to have been mine. My company commander personally congratulated me, as he did everyone else in our company. This is the same individual who had stated that whoever gets their first kill by stabbing them to death will get a four day pass when we return from Iraq.
Jimmy Massey ― a 12 year veteran, and U.S. Marine in the Iraqi War ― had this to say:
I was about to open up a meal, when I heard a gunshot that went over our heads from the right to the left. I immediately stepped from behind my vehicle and my marines were already discharging their weapons towards the protestors. I unslung my weapon, and I put the weapon up into my shoulder, and I began to fire.
When everything was said and done, we went and did a reconnaissance of the bodies. We were lookin’ for weapons […] and I don’t see any weapons. And then I look up, and about 50 meters away from the protesters was some RPGs [rocket-propelled grenades] that were lined up against the wall, and I thought to myself, “They had the capability to fire at us if they wanted to, but they didn’t. So that means that they were holding a protest ― a peaceful protest.” And then all of a sudden, in your mind, you realize that you just murdered some people.
Twenty minutes later, a car sped into our checkpoint area and we discharged our weapons, and come to find out that it was innocent life again.
And then another one happened; and then another one happened. By the last one, I had an occupant of the vehicle asking me, “Why did you kill my brother? We didn’t do anything. We’re not terrorists.”
I was so devastated, my commanding officer, Captain Schmidt, he came up to me and he says, “Staff sergeant,” he said, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You look a little under the weather.”
And I said, “Well, today’s been a bad day, sir; we’ve killed a lot of civilians.”
And he said, “No. Today’s a good day.”
U.S. Marine Corporal Jason Washburn will probably never forget his time spent in the Middle East:
If the town or the city that we were approaching was a known threat― If the unit that went through the area before we did took a high number of casualties, […] we were allowed to shoot whatever we wanted. It was deemed a free-fire zone. So, we would roll through the town and anything that we saw, everything that we saw, we engaged it, and opened fire on everything.
There was really no rule governing the amount of force we were allowed to use on targets during the invasion. I remember one woman was walking by, and she was carrying a huge bag, and she looked like she was heading towards us, so we lit her up with the Mk 19 ― which is an automatic grenade launcher ― and when the dust settled, we realized that the bag was only full of groceries. She had been trying to bring us food, and we blew her to pieces for it. […]
Something else we were actually encouraged to do ― almost with a wink and a nudge ― was to carry drop weapons or, by my third tour, drop shovels. What that basically is is we would carry these weapons or shovels with us because in case we accidentally did shoot a civilian, we could just toss the weapon on the body and make them look like they were an insurgent. […]
We were told, by my third tour, that if they were carrying a shovel, and a heavy bag ― if they were digging anywhere, especially near roads ― that we could shoot them. […]
This was commonly encouraged, but only behind closed doors.
Staff Sergeant Camilo Mejia’s recollections of Iraq are far from pleasant:
This time when this child was basically riding in the passenger’s seat with his father, and we decapitated his father with a machine gun. And when we went down to the low ground to search for enemy wounded, I remember seeing this young person standing next to this body that was decapitated and when I think about it I cannot remember the expression on the child’s face. I cannot remember that he was a child. I only know this because people told me later on that was the man’s son. The man’s young son who was standing next to the body.
For individuals like Hart Viges ― who served in the 82nd Airborne Division in the Iraqi War ― the barbarity he perpetrated will haunt him the rest of his days:
I never really saw the effects of my mortar rounds in the towns, so that just leaves my imagination open to countless deaths that― I don’t know how many civilians ― innocents ― I’ve killed. […]
And then with raids― We never went on a raid where we got the right house, much less the right person. Not once.
And what of Iraqi prisoners ― more often innocent than not ― who were incarcerated?
U.S. Marine Matthew Childers had this to say:
They were in our custody for about a week. Over this week, these guys were beaten relentlessly, and humiliated, teased with food and water. They were begging the marines for food and water, and the marines would mock them. Throw water in their face.
The detainees were FlexiCuffed by their wrists, behind their back, and they were blindfolded. The marines were screaming at them to get up, and then they’d trip them, down on their face. They couldn’t break their fall, ‘cause they were tied up.
The marines were showing the Iraqis pornography, which is strictly taboo to their religion, and they made this very obvious to us.
I saw a marine take the hat off of an Iraqi. He shoved it down the back of his pants, and wiped himself with it, and then tried to feed it to the Iraqi ― who was blindfolded ― and because he [the Iraqi] was desperate for food, he actually tried to eat it. […]
These guys were under custody for about a week, and I didn’t see them eat the whole time.
I wasn’t around them 24/7; I don’t know how long the posts were, but I didn’t see them eat or sleep at all.
But the desecration wreaked by U.S. forces in Afghanistan and Iraq wasn’t only exacted on the indigenous population. Friendly fire ― U.S. Marines attacking other United States soldiers ― also occurred, attested Corporal Christopher Gallagher:
April 7th, 2005. Lance Corporal Juan Benitez ― who was one of the snipers in my unit ― was on a mission in Fallujah. He was in a hide, when a patrol of Force Recon Marines drove up in their Hummers, and had mistaken him for an insurgent, running him over with their vehicles.
The official story released by the Defense Department stated that he was involved in a hostile vehicle accident that was under investigation. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard of a hostile vehicle accident before.
Medical care ― for United States soldiers, let alone Iraqi citizens ― was often reprehensible. According to Surgical Intensive Care Unit nurse Doug Connor ― who served in Iraq:
It got to the point where we started calling the Iraqi patients― We’d call them range balls because, just like on a driving range, you don’t care about losing ‘em. […]
The health care system […] it’s not set up for soldiers. In fact, it seems to me there is almost a conspiracy to not treat soldiers because it makes you think about going back into the army if your health care is so dismal when you get out, and the VA that’s supposed to take care of you is so dismal. […]
I had so many patients that would tell me, six months later ― and these are amputees ― […] that hadn’t received benefits yet. They [Veterans Affairs] were still deciding whether they [wounded soldiers] would receive them. Now this is clear-cut ― triple amputee is triple amputee. There shouldn’t even be a question.
United States Navy Petty Officer Zollie Peter Goodman asserted:
September, 2005, I was on a training operation deployed out of Jacksonville, Florida. We were underway. My wife was pregnant with my unborn child.
While I was on that training operation, my wife began the horrible process of a miscarriage. Being home by herself, the first thing she did was call the Tricare hotline.
Tricare is the health care service that’s provided to us in the military.
The lady on the hotline told her that she probably already had lost her child, and that there was nothing they could do. She asked for an ambulance, and she was told that if she had $1,500, they were willing to send an ambulance. Not having $1,500 ― on the salary of an E-4 ― she chose not to get the ambulance, and she called a friend of mine, and waited for him to come pick her up at our apartment, and drove her to base. There’s a hospital on Naval Station Mayport. […] She arrived there at 4 PM. She went inside, and the nurse told her that they were closing at 4:30, and they couldn’t help her. She insisted to see a doctor. The doctor told her that they could not help her, and she was turned away.
And she once again waited in the parking lot, while she was bleeding, for my friend to take her to another hospital 23 miles away […]. No ambulance was provided. Nothing. No assistance, and we lost the child. […]
I went home on leave with no assistance; no plane ticket. The money that I did spend on a plane ticket to get home left me in a very hard position with a wife who needed health care that I could not provide for her, and neither could my government apparently.
Later on after that incident, I was discharged with no access to the VA, no assistance with help into the VA.
Finally finding out that I qualified for veterans health care, I found the application online, filled it out, and sent it in to be processed. […]
Upon requesting mental health and mental help, […] the first thing they tried to do was medicate me. No therapy was recommended. Medications were recommended. They gave me three different medications. The first was Trazodone; the second was Paxil; and the third was Gabapentin […]. My doctor did not give me any information on these medications. […]
So, I left my appointment that day, and I went home, and I did research on the medications that I was given. And I found out that the main side effect of all three medications is suicidal thoughts and suicidal tendencies. And that’s disgusting. […]
Ten thousand Iraq War vets have committed suicide.
Stories of atrocities like those above fill entire volumes, as well as numerous documentaries.
Fighting a tangible enemy ― if it be another human ― is ludicrous enough. When you’re waging a war on terror, you’re no longer battling something palpable. You’re feuding with a tactic.
Imagine how devastated you’d be if you were a soldier who lost several limbs during a war, only to discover you’d fought to pad the bank accounts of the rich, or the egos of the control hungry.
Sources:
Books:
Butler, Smedley D. (2003). War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier. Feral House. ISBN: 0922915865
Iraq Veterans Against the War; Glantz, Aaron. (2008). Winter Soldier: Iraq and Afghanistan: Eyewitness Accounts of the Occupations. Haymarket Books. ISBN: 9781931859653
Online Movies:
Camilo Mejia testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0RlA-PRbXQ
Christopher Gallagher testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAhvuTrYgDk
Doug Connor testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy-75TDRp7I
Hart Viges testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lez-mPSnZ6E
Jason Washburn testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNTVeGAQt90
Jimmy Massey testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN5Lu94l_E0
Jimmy Massey testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jS68jwnpiqo
Jon Michael Turner testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6hp8HMstkE
Matthew Childers testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRrkT8oCAJU
Smedley Butler lecture:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smedley_Butler#Lectures
Zollie Peter Goodman testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h91K6CyHEl4
A LONELY OUTPOST
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
I learned that Washington never told a lie
I learned that soldiers seldom die
I learned that everybody’s free
That’s what the teacher said to me
And that’s what I learned in school today
That’s what I learned in school
― Pete Seeger *
* Pete Seeger:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VucczIg98Gw
Keep things simple. The answer to human hunger on Earth, as well as human poverty, is to end the monetary system, and distribute everything freely and equally. A child can comprehend this. Any politician who states otherwise, is doing so for their own private reasons.
Barack Obama ― and anyone holding political office ― will never enlighten you of this truth. They’d be out of power if they did, and that’s not a direction they wish to steer this ship.
Once money is extirpated from the equation, so too is corruption. Why would anybody steal from their neighbors, if everyone had access to the same resources, in the same amounts? Politics and religion would also quickly vanish. Who’s gonna strive to be president or pope, if there’s no money in it?
Without money, class divisions disappear, as everyone is suddenly on the same plane. Of course, this is problematic for the current hierarchy, as the rich rely on a monetary system to retain power. Without such structure, politicians and the monetarily wealthy cease to exist.
Thus, the president isn’t looking out for your best interest. He never has been. Neither have the 43 assholes who came before him. If they let you in on the obvious secret, they’d all be unnecessary, and unable to retain control.
If what I’m asserting is true, why haven’t you considered it before? Twelve years of brainwashing disguised as school. Four more years of post-graduate indoctrination, should you have chosen the college route. A paradigm so insular and controlling, it solely reinforces the benefits of “getting ahead,” “making money” and “establishing financial security.”
Do you enjoy being a slave?
Once you understand you’re already ahead, simply by being able to think for yourself, and financial security is an illusion ― as the monetary system can end tomorrow ― it’s time to focus on what’s important. As a species, we’re on a lonely outpost in the middle of the cosmic nowhere. Given how violent this Universe is, we can be obliterated in an instant. It’s imperative we find feasible means off this planet, in case the shit comes down. Spinning your wheels selfishly, in pursuit of the insignificant — attempting to finance your second mortgage — is no longer an option. In fact, it’s pissing the rest of us off who’ve understood this for quite some time now, and will suffer alongside you ― due to your ignorance ― should all Hell break loose. Cease being children ― playing with your immaterial toys ― and grow up.
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
I learned that Washington never told a lie
I learned that soldiers seldom die
I learned that everybody’s free
That’s what the teacher said to me
And that’s what I learned in school today
That’s what I learned in school
― Pete Seeger *
* Pete Seeger:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VucczIg98Gw
Keep things simple. The answer to human hunger on Earth, as well as human poverty, is to end the monetary system, and distribute everything freely and equally. A child can comprehend this. Any politician who states otherwise, is doing so for their own private reasons.
Barack Obama ― and anyone holding political office ― will never enlighten you of this truth. They’d be out of power if they did, and that’s not a direction they wish to steer this ship.
Once money is extirpated from the equation, so too is corruption. Why would anybody steal from their neighbors, if everyone had access to the same resources, in the same amounts? Politics and religion would also quickly vanish. Who’s gonna strive to be president or pope, if there’s no money in it?
Without money, class divisions disappear, as everyone is suddenly on the same plane. Of course, this is problematic for the current hierarchy, as the rich rely on a monetary system to retain power. Without such structure, politicians and the monetarily wealthy cease to exist.
Thus, the president isn’t looking out for your best interest. He never has been. Neither have the 43 assholes who came before him. If they let you in on the obvious secret, they’d all be unnecessary, and unable to retain control.
If what I’m asserting is true, why haven’t you considered it before? Twelve years of brainwashing disguised as school. Four more years of post-graduate indoctrination, should you have chosen the college route. A paradigm so insular and controlling, it solely reinforces the benefits of “getting ahead,” “making money” and “establishing financial security.”
Do you enjoy being a slave?
Once you understand you’re already ahead, simply by being able to think for yourself, and financial security is an illusion ― as the monetary system can end tomorrow ― it’s time to focus on what’s important. As a species, we’re on a lonely outpost in the middle of the cosmic nowhere. Given how violent this Universe is, we can be obliterated in an instant. It’s imperative we find feasible means off this planet, in case the shit comes down. Spinning your wheels selfishly, in pursuit of the insignificant — attempting to finance your second mortgage — is no longer an option. In fact, it’s pissing the rest of us off who’ve understood this for quite some time now, and will suffer alongside you ― due to your ignorance ― should all Hell break loose. Cease being children ― playing with your immaterial toys ― and grow up.
THE AMERICAN DREAM
It’s called the American Dream…’cause you have to be asleep to believe it.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acLW1vFO-2Q
“The Kremlin's got a hell of a sense of humor,” Colonel Trautman concluded wryly.
“Please explain,” responded Zaysen.
“You talk peace and disarmament to the world, and here you are wiping out a race of people. […] You expect sympathy? You started this damn war, now you'll have to deal with it,” the American officer declared.
“And we will. It is just a matter of time before we achieve a complete victory,” Zaysen replied.
“You know there won't be a victory. Every day, your war machines lose ground to a bunch of poorly-armed, poorly-equipped freedom fighters. The fact is that you underestimated your competition. If you'd studied your history, you'd know that these people have never given up to anyone. They'd rather die than be slaves to an invading army. You can't defeat a people like that. We tried; we already had our Vietnam! Now you're gonna have yours,” retorted Trautman.
The preceding comes via 1988’s Rambo III ― a movie in which Russia was portrayed as villainous for invading Afghanistan. However, in 2001, the United States mounted an even more destructive offensive against the same Middle Eastern nation. During this war ― which is ongoing ― the U.S. has characterized itself as the good guy. Hence, countless Americans support the same action they found repulsive when perpetrated by Russia.
You can keep deceiving yourself you’re living in a “free” country, unhindered by subterfuge, but it’s absurd enough when you lie to others. Lying to yourself is simply insane.
So, what makes a soldier any different than a serial killer? Both annihilate numerous innocent people; both do so under the auspices of a higher compulsion. However, one is sanctified while the other denigrated. Identical actions, antithetical response. Doesn’t this mean on Veteran’s Day we’re honoring mass murderers?
Somehow, the English language was replaced by acronyms, and people reverted to illiteracy. Correct communication may seem trivial. However, you’ll view things differently when individuals unable to read design the components for the jumbo jet in which you’re flying. How about entrusting cooling procedures of a nuclear power plant to someone who can’t write?
Why do folks pay extra for car alarms? When was the last time you saw anybody respond to such a feature? Car alarms activate constantly, and nobody ― including the vehicle owners ― view them as anything but a bother.
People are illogical. We don’t even know from whence our species derives, and most of us are doing nothing to find out. The blog you're reading is an effort to correct such failings.
Doesn’t it behoove us to discover why we’re here, and how this Universe works? If so, how come we constantly involve ourselves in topics more senseless than using a GPS to drive 10 feet? The pettiness with which we’re concerned is as pointless as asserting Dr. Phil is having a bad hair day.
Just because you’ve been brainwashed into accepting things as true, doesn’t make them real. Could the verisimilitude you’ve always known be no more authentic than the recent version of Dolly Parton’s face?
The above examples chip away at what most of us perceive as reality. Realize, these are a minute percentage of the lapses in logic humanity engages in every day. Documenting each instance of unreason would require volumes. Suffice it to say, the paradigm created around us isn’t real.
So, the question arises as to what reality is.
It’s when you stop watching television that it begins. Soon, you cancel your cable subscription. Sometime later, you no longer own a TV. The vacuous truth there’s a show called The Biggest Loser eludes you. Imperative facts ― like the 240 foot wide asteroid that marginally missed Earth in 2002, unknown to humans until three days after it passed ― occupy your brain. ** You’re stupefied Heinz Haber ― a Nazi war criminal responsible for hundreds of executions ― acted beside Walt Disney on a post-World War II production known as Our Friend the Atom. *** **** You’re amazed Tom Cruise firmly believes in Xenu ― ruler of the “Galactic Confederacy,” who migrated his kind to Earth in a DC-8, positioned them around volcanoes, and destroyed them with hydrogen bombs. *****
** 2002 MN:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002_MN
*** Our Friend the Atom:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRzl1wHc43I
**** Heinz Haber:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinz_Haber
***** Xenu:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenu
You now reside in a paradigm most choose to believe doesn’t exist. It’s called reality. Still, you interact with people who know nothing of it. You’ve tried to apprise them, but they’ve only gawked at you as though you had a birthmark resembling Geraldo’s face on your forehead. Hence, you remain quiet while they sermonize about an Ashton Kutcher love triangle, the best temperature for baking flan, or the amount of hair on Mitt Romney’s balls.
You observe as most of humanity drugs itself with placebos ― that cause more harm than good ― for maladies that don’t exist. You know you’d never put something in your body that could induce a heart attack, just to obtain an erection. With escalating revenue of so-called erectile dysfunction drugs, however, you realize there are those who would.
A $500 phone you’ll drop, and thus destroy; a $600 pair of sunglasses you’ll lose in a week; a blouse you can’t wash because of bleeding dyes, but one you’re willing to buy for $700 due to its name.
It doesn’t make sense to the logical…but the logical don’t make sense to those living this confusion. In the paradigm of the insane, the sane will forever be viewed like someone having sexual relations with a Disney dog mascot ― fuckin’ Goofy!
It’s called the American Dream…’cause you have to be asleep to believe it.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acLW1vFO-2Q
“The Kremlin's got a hell of a sense of humor,” Colonel Trautman concluded wryly.
“Please explain,” responded Zaysen.
“You talk peace and disarmament to the world, and here you are wiping out a race of people. […] You expect sympathy? You started this damn war, now you'll have to deal with it,” the American officer declared.
“And we will. It is just a matter of time before we achieve a complete victory,” Zaysen replied.
“You know there won't be a victory. Every day, your war machines lose ground to a bunch of poorly-armed, poorly-equipped freedom fighters. The fact is that you underestimated your competition. If you'd studied your history, you'd know that these people have never given up to anyone. They'd rather die than be slaves to an invading army. You can't defeat a people like that. We tried; we already had our Vietnam! Now you're gonna have yours,” retorted Trautman.
The preceding comes via 1988’s Rambo III ― a movie in which Russia was portrayed as villainous for invading Afghanistan. However, in 2001, the United States mounted an even more destructive offensive against the same Middle Eastern nation. During this war ― which is ongoing ― the U.S. has characterized itself as the good guy. Hence, countless Americans support the same action they found repulsive when perpetrated by Russia.
You can keep deceiving yourself you’re living in a “free” country, unhindered by subterfuge, but it’s absurd enough when you lie to others. Lying to yourself is simply insane.
So, what makes a soldier any different than a serial killer? Both annihilate numerous innocent people; both do so under the auspices of a higher compulsion. However, one is sanctified while the other denigrated. Identical actions, antithetical response. Doesn’t this mean on Veteran’s Day we’re honoring mass murderers?
Somehow, the English language was replaced by acronyms, and people reverted to illiteracy. Correct communication may seem trivial. However, you’ll view things differently when individuals unable to read design the components for the jumbo jet in which you’re flying. How about entrusting cooling procedures of a nuclear power plant to someone who can’t write?
Why do folks pay extra for car alarms? When was the last time you saw anybody respond to such a feature? Car alarms activate constantly, and nobody ― including the vehicle owners ― view them as anything but a bother.
People are illogical. We don’t even know from whence our species derives, and most of us are doing nothing to find out. The blog you're reading is an effort to correct such failings.
Doesn’t it behoove us to discover why we’re here, and how this Universe works? If so, how come we constantly involve ourselves in topics more senseless than using a GPS to drive 10 feet? The pettiness with which we’re concerned is as pointless as asserting Dr. Phil is having a bad hair day.
Just because you’ve been brainwashed into accepting things as true, doesn’t make them real. Could the verisimilitude you’ve always known be no more authentic than the recent version of Dolly Parton’s face?
The above examples chip away at what most of us perceive as reality. Realize, these are a minute percentage of the lapses in logic humanity engages in every day. Documenting each instance of unreason would require volumes. Suffice it to say, the paradigm created around us isn’t real.
So, the question arises as to what reality is.
It’s when you stop watching television that it begins. Soon, you cancel your cable subscription. Sometime later, you no longer own a TV. The vacuous truth there’s a show called The Biggest Loser eludes you. Imperative facts ― like the 240 foot wide asteroid that marginally missed Earth in 2002, unknown to humans until three days after it passed ― occupy your brain. ** You’re stupefied Heinz Haber ― a Nazi war criminal responsible for hundreds of executions ― acted beside Walt Disney on a post-World War II production known as Our Friend the Atom. *** **** You’re amazed Tom Cruise firmly believes in Xenu ― ruler of the “Galactic Confederacy,” who migrated his kind to Earth in a DC-8, positioned them around volcanoes, and destroyed them with hydrogen bombs. *****
** 2002 MN:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002_MN
*** Our Friend the Atom:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRzl1wHc43I
**** Heinz Haber:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinz_Haber
***** Xenu:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenu
You now reside in a paradigm most choose to believe doesn’t exist. It’s called reality. Still, you interact with people who know nothing of it. You’ve tried to apprise them, but they’ve only gawked at you as though you had a birthmark resembling Geraldo’s face on your forehead. Hence, you remain quiet while they sermonize about an Ashton Kutcher love triangle, the best temperature for baking flan, or the amount of hair on Mitt Romney’s balls.
You observe as most of humanity drugs itself with placebos ― that cause more harm than good ― for maladies that don’t exist. You know you’d never put something in your body that could induce a heart attack, just to obtain an erection. With escalating revenue of so-called erectile dysfunction drugs, however, you realize there are those who would.
A $500 phone you’ll drop, and thus destroy; a $600 pair of sunglasses you’ll lose in a week; a blouse you can’t wash because of bleeding dyes, but one you’re willing to buy for $700 due to its name.
It doesn’t make sense to the logical…but the logical don’t make sense to those living this confusion. In the paradigm of the insane, the sane will forever be viewed like someone having sexual relations with a Disney dog mascot ― fuckin’ Goofy!
THE CULT OF AMERICA
“My daddy died for that flag.”
“Really? I bought mine. Y’know they sell ‘em at Kmart and shit. Yeah, three bucks.”
“He died in the Korean War for that flag.”
“What a coincidence. Mine was made in Korea.”
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGRFUu-uWps
Each year, on the 4th of July, 300 million people lie to themselves in such vehement fashion, they literally believe in something that has never existed.
America. A few centuries ago, some random control freak scrawls an arbitrary line in the dirt, and asserts, "On that side is Canada; on this side, the United States," and magically it becomes so? Hang on, guys. I’ve got this bottle of pills in the overheating trunk of my car I wanna sell ya’. Never mind those expiration dates reading 1937.
I ain't buyin' it. The soil on that side still looks exactly the same as the soil on this side. The next you know, you’ll be forcing me to fight with folks “over there” to preserve my freedom. Go sell your snake oil to the naive.
Strangely enough, now people on either side of this nonexistent demarcation are willing to kill and die for what was the same dirt a few hundred years ago. Dirt nobody then, nor now, owns. Songs are written, lovingly sung by millions, commemorating this fictitious division of the Earth that means fuckin’ nothing.
Armies are developed to protect this dirt from that. Children are taught to venerate this soil, and vilify what’s on the other side of our imaginary line. Yet, we don’t see ourselves as brainwashed, even though we’re willing to murder over mud.
Drive cross-country. The only thing defining one state from another is a sign. If that marker wasn’t present, I wouldn’t have known when I was in Arizona or Nevada, and neither would you.
Still, you’ll form rivalries ― thereby division between North and South Dakota. Somehow, magically, North Carolina is different than the state below it, even though neither exist anywhere but in your minds. Pittsburgh Penguins fans despise Philadelphia Flyers enthusiasts, solely because some anonymous ass cracks, centuries ago, told them such was auspicious. Do you enjoy being lead around by that cattle ring through your nose?
People think they own Earth, and can thereby divide it up in order to control each other. In fact, none of us have ever owned any part of this planet. Earth has existed roughly 4.5 billion years. Homo sapiens have been bumbling around nowhere near. We’re renting space. It’s inescapable we face facts before we're annihilated by the natural forces of this Universe, much of which we can ― given our current level of technology ― protect ourselves against.
We nearly got spanked by yet more errant asteroids recently. ** *** People need to stop looking down, toiling at their trivial tasks ― like acquiring more cash ― and begin looking up, in order to save our species.
** 2012 DA14:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_DA14
*** 2013 TV135:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2013_TV135
Money? It doesn't exist, and never has. Money’s nothing more than an IOU. I can sail a boat all over the planet, but I can't sail 500,000 strips of useless fabric ― cash ― anywhere. Yet, in this backwards paradigm, both are regarded as equally valuable.
What causes a $1 bill to be any different than $1 of Monopoly currency? A wooden-toothed weirdo on the front ― George Washington ― who owned over 300 slaves?
Wanna demonstrate your gullibility? Affix an American flag bumper sticker to your vehicle. Even better, how about an actual U.S. flag on your house? Those who’ve created this paradigm — within which you’re choosing to be enslaved ― are laughing at your credulity.
Most of us drank the Kool-Aid. How could we not, being forced into indoctrination camps ― reverently termed school ― for 12 straight years? That being said, some of us pretended to swallow this cyanide cocktail, before spitting it out.
What did anybody learn in school? How to read and write ― which we could’ve taught ourselves ― and a cavalcade of crap none of us can recall. How many times have you heard someone assert, “I can’t remember anything I was taught in high school”? Billions of individuals claiming the same thing, and you don’t think that’s by design?
Don’t you want those 12 years back, so you can do something memorable with them? Think for yourselves. Make your own decisions. Refuse to allow the incompetent to apprise you you’re equally inept.
The whole terminology of thinking outside the box is ludicrous. Those who coined the phrase want you to do just the opposite, and simply develop ideas that will provide them money. As long as there’s a monetary system, none of us will think outside the box. The fucking box is the monetary system. Thinking outside of it would denote getting rid of it, and looking to the stars; determining how we can travel to the next habitable solar system. Anything else keeps us confined to this fleck of dust in the middle of nowhere, and will lead to our demise as a species.
The above isn’t one dude’s opinion. It’s fact. If we don’t stop fucking around with the insignificant, we’re gonna get killed by the natural forces of this Universe.
Do you actually believe the nonexistent entity known as the United States is going to overcome the powers of the cosmos? A Universe that’s existed 13.5 billion years?! The U.S. ― a make-believe set of borders, residing solely in our delusional psyches ― hasn’t even been fictionally present 250 trips around the Sun.
Welcome to the cult of America.
“My daddy died for that flag.”
“Really? I bought mine. Y’know they sell ‘em at Kmart and shit. Yeah, three bucks.”
“He died in the Korean War for that flag.”
“What a coincidence. Mine was made in Korea.”
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGRFUu-uWps
Each year, on the 4th of July, 300 million people lie to themselves in such vehement fashion, they literally believe in something that has never existed.
America. A few centuries ago, some random control freak scrawls an arbitrary line in the dirt, and asserts, "On that side is Canada; on this side, the United States," and magically it becomes so? Hang on, guys. I’ve got this bottle of pills in the overheating trunk of my car I wanna sell ya’. Never mind those expiration dates reading 1937.
I ain't buyin' it. The soil on that side still looks exactly the same as the soil on this side. The next you know, you’ll be forcing me to fight with folks “over there” to preserve my freedom. Go sell your snake oil to the naive.
Strangely enough, now people on either side of this nonexistent demarcation are willing to kill and die for what was the same dirt a few hundred years ago. Dirt nobody then, nor now, owns. Songs are written, lovingly sung by millions, commemorating this fictitious division of the Earth that means fuckin’ nothing.
Armies are developed to protect this dirt from that. Children are taught to venerate this soil, and vilify what’s on the other side of our imaginary line. Yet, we don’t see ourselves as brainwashed, even though we’re willing to murder over mud.
Drive cross-country. The only thing defining one state from another is a sign. If that marker wasn’t present, I wouldn’t have known when I was in Arizona or Nevada, and neither would you.
Still, you’ll form rivalries ― thereby division between North and South Dakota. Somehow, magically, North Carolina is different than the state below it, even though neither exist anywhere but in your minds. Pittsburgh Penguins fans despise Philadelphia Flyers enthusiasts, solely because some anonymous ass cracks, centuries ago, told them such was auspicious. Do you enjoy being lead around by that cattle ring through your nose?
People think they own Earth, and can thereby divide it up in order to control each other. In fact, none of us have ever owned any part of this planet. Earth has existed roughly 4.5 billion years. Homo sapiens have been bumbling around nowhere near. We’re renting space. It’s inescapable we face facts before we're annihilated by the natural forces of this Universe, much of which we can ― given our current level of technology ― protect ourselves against.
We nearly got spanked by yet more errant asteroids recently. ** *** People need to stop looking down, toiling at their trivial tasks ― like acquiring more cash ― and begin looking up, in order to save our species.
** 2012 DA14:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_DA14
*** 2013 TV135:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2013_TV135
Money? It doesn't exist, and never has. Money’s nothing more than an IOU. I can sail a boat all over the planet, but I can't sail 500,000 strips of useless fabric ― cash ― anywhere. Yet, in this backwards paradigm, both are regarded as equally valuable.
What causes a $1 bill to be any different than $1 of Monopoly currency? A wooden-toothed weirdo on the front ― George Washington ― who owned over 300 slaves?
Wanna demonstrate your gullibility? Affix an American flag bumper sticker to your vehicle. Even better, how about an actual U.S. flag on your house? Those who’ve created this paradigm — within which you’re choosing to be enslaved ― are laughing at your credulity.
Most of us drank the Kool-Aid. How could we not, being forced into indoctrination camps ― reverently termed school ― for 12 straight years? That being said, some of us pretended to swallow this cyanide cocktail, before spitting it out.
What did anybody learn in school? How to read and write ― which we could’ve taught ourselves ― and a cavalcade of crap none of us can recall. How many times have you heard someone assert, “I can’t remember anything I was taught in high school”? Billions of individuals claiming the same thing, and you don’t think that’s by design?
Don’t you want those 12 years back, so you can do something memorable with them? Think for yourselves. Make your own decisions. Refuse to allow the incompetent to apprise you you’re equally inept.
The whole terminology of thinking outside the box is ludicrous. Those who coined the phrase want you to do just the opposite, and simply develop ideas that will provide them money. As long as there’s a monetary system, none of us will think outside the box. The fucking box is the monetary system. Thinking outside of it would denote getting rid of it, and looking to the stars; determining how we can travel to the next habitable solar system. Anything else keeps us confined to this fleck of dust in the middle of nowhere, and will lead to our demise as a species.
The above isn’t one dude’s opinion. It’s fact. If we don’t stop fucking around with the insignificant, we’re gonna get killed by the natural forces of this Universe.
Do you actually believe the nonexistent entity known as the United States is going to overcome the powers of the cosmos? A Universe that’s existed 13.5 billion years?! The U.S. ― a make-believe set of borders, residing solely in our delusional psyches ― hasn’t even been fictionally present 250 trips around the Sun.
Welcome to the cult of America.
FORD AND THE NAZIS
We look on Heinrich [Henry] Ford as the leader of the growing Fascist Party in America.
― Adolf Hitler *
* Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
“I’m a Ford truck man!”
I wonder if that means third generation Ford vehicle owner, and country music icon, Toby Keith is an anti-Semite, ambitious to exploit slave labor and furtively work with Nazis.
Just when you thought it was safe to drive a fuckin’ Ford, you discover the namesake of said company blamed Jews for the problems humanity was facing during the 30s and 40s. In addition, Henry Ford dug Adolf Hitler like a backhoe does soft soil. This appreciation was reciprocated by der Fuhrer, as the leader of the Nazi war machine stated, “I regard Henry Ford as my inspiration.” The infamous architect of the Third Reich proudly boasted a prodigious portrait of ol’ Hank over his desk in Munich.
So smile, Mr. Keith, as you croon with a guitar adorned in a Ford logo. Continue to clarify how Ford is all-American ― the only truck you’ll ever drive ― ignorant a 1945 U.S. Army report classified Ford Motor Company as “the arsenal of Nazism.”
As Bill Hicks would say:
Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control. Here’s Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinkin’ beer, you fuckin’ morons!
What the―?! We are talkin’ Henry Ford here, right? The guy who’s last name is on millions of cars internationally? Founder of Ford Motor Company ― humanity’s third largest vehicle manufacturer in terms of sales volume? The dude quite possibly responsible for at least one of the autos in my garage? That Henry Ford?
The very same.
Lest we forget the Henry Ford who became a national hero for implementing the $5 workday, during an era when it was customary to pay employees half that for a nine hour shift. The same Henry Ford a considerable faction of the United States populace, at one time, believed should be president. Hank ― master mechanic and the man so many heralded the greatest industrialist of his epoch. The prime example of someone with meager beginnings, who managed to build his own empire through hard work. And who can forget the inventor of the assembly line?
Funny how effective propaganda can be.
In reality, Ford’s initiation of the $5 workday had nothing to do with sympathy for his employees. As 1914 dawned, Hank was shittin’ his pants. It appears our hero wasn’t the best of bosses. Anemic wages and a substandard working environment had resulted in almost 380% turnover at Ford Motor Company. Henry was forced to employ roughly 1,000 workers in order to retain 100 willing to stay on staff.
In a missive to Ford, the wife of an employee wrote:
Are you aware that a man cannot “buck nature” when he has to go to the toilet and yet he is not allowed to go at his work. He has to go before he gets there or after work. The chain system you have is a slave driver! My God! Mr. Ford.
Again, Ford hadn’t increased wages, nor curtailed the workday to eight hours, out of empathy. As Henry asserted, he’d lessened the severity of his slave driving to keep workers from quitting, and increase productivity.
As far as Ford becoming president, would you feel safe if the man at the helm — when asked if he could expand on the American Revolution — stated, “I understand there was one in 1812.” The same dude who attested, “I don’t like to read books, they muss up my mind.” A true intellectual fearful of sugar because he believed the jagged edges of its crystals would shred his stomach when ingested. An individual one journalist described as, “Outside of business, where he [Ford] is a genius, his mind is that of a child.” An icon of intelligence many thought was a moron.
Too bad someone like that isn’t around today, itchy trigger finger on the nuclear button―
Oh, wait. He is.
According to Ford’s sister Margaret, Henry exaggerated to the point of lying. This great industrialist hadn’t been raised destitute, but was actually the son of an affluent father. In addition, Ford ― rather than being a superlative mechanic ― had surrounded himself with the best in the business. Henry called on the expertise of others to conceive his vehicles. Contrary to popular fallacy, Ford didn’t create the assembly line; he simply improved on the existing design.
Yeah, Hank was a real gem, in the same way a polished, petrified turd might be. Thus, when he began speaking ill of Jews ― blaming them for troubles suffered by humans ― it wasn’t a big stretch for Henry. Suffice it to say, Ford fell into the bullshit quicksand so many bigots do, displaying his one cylinder mind for humanity to see.
Henry went so far as to author a book ― The International Jew ― berating what he termed “bad” devotees to Judaism. Equally insane individuals — called Nazis — got their creepy hands on the text, busting that shit-filled pinata wide open.
When the Third Reich took control of Germany, copies of Henry’s tome ― bedecked with the names Ford and Hitler on their covers ― were distributed to schools and Nazi offices across the country.
In the words of the Fuhrer, “The book is being circulated to millions throughout Germany.”
Well, there’s a blow to starving artists who’ve been poundin’ away at the keyboard for the past 25 years, relegated to self-publishing. I ― and others like me ― distribute truths for the betterment of humans, and nobody reads the material. Along comes some psycho with cash, and millions gorge themselves on the lunacy he’s propagating.
According to Baldur von Schirach ― leader of the Hitler Youth and notorious Nazi governor of Vienna:
The decisive anti-Semitic book which I read at that time, and the book which influenced my comrades was Henry Ford’s book, The International Jew. I read it and became anti-Semitic. This book made in those days a great impression on my friends and myself, because we saw in Henry Ford the representative of success, also the representative of a progressive social policy. In the poverty-stricken and wretched Germany of the time, youth looked toward America, and…it was Henry Ford who, to us, represented America…If he said the Jews were to blame, naturally we believed him.
Being an idiot isn’t a crime. If it were, there wouldn’t be enough prison cells to hold all the violators. There is, however, impropriety associated with forcing people into slave labor, and working them amid concentration camp conditions. One can easily assign malfeasance to those who assist in the slaughter of millions of humans. Of these two transgressions, Henry Ford is guilty.
Envision armadas of Ford trucks descending upon Europe and the USSR during World War II. Picture the occupants of these vehicles kidnapping innocents. Visualize these victims being taken to the Ford-Werke plant ― Ford’s German affiliate in Cologne ― forced to build trucks for the Third Reich.
For Elsa Iwanowa ― one of multitudinous individuals abducted by Ford and the Nazis in this fashion ― it wasn’t necessary to imagine anything, since she lived it.
They took us by truck to the Ford plant in Cologne. We were just children, we were frightened, calling out for our mothers, crying all the time. At first, they told us it would only be for a few months and then we would go home, but they lied to us, they never let us go. At Ford, we were treated like dogs, thrown into a barracks without any heat, running water or sewage. It was freezing in the winter, terrible, just terrible. The bunks had no mattresses, just wooden planks with a little straw and they only fed us a bowl of cabbage and water broth twice a day with a slice of bread. We were always hungry. I sat all day dreaming about food. If you asked for seconds, they would beat you.
I was forced to work from seven in the morning until seven at night drilling holes in engine blocks while the foremen, who were like animals, supervised us. We had no names, only numbers. Whenever a worker got sick, they took them away. We later heard they were shot. If we didn’t meet our quota, we were beaten.
Robert Schmidt ― company manager of the Ford-Werke plant in 1942 ― asserted:
It depends upon our work whether the front can be supplied with its necessities…therefore, we too are soldiers of the Fuhrer.
That’s not distressing, nor the type of quote you’d expect to hear from somebody working on Toby Keith’s pickup. Maybe the Ford Truck Man video should feature assembly line workers being executed, and a swastika replacing the Ford logo on Mr. Keith’s guitar.
Nazi armaments minister Albert Speer promised to provide 12,000 concentration camp prisoners for the German auto industry, which he asserted was crucial to the success of the Third Reich. As such, Buchenwald ― an infamous incarceration facility ― sent a continuous cascade of detainees to Ford-Werke throughout the war.
One may squabble Ford was coerced by the Third Reich to use slave laborers. They’d be wrong. Ford purchased these incarcerates by choice. What’s more, Ford employees could have treated these captives any way they desired. As it was, they decided to abuse them. When Allied military finally overran the Ford-Werke plant, it was ascertained most of the Russian female slaves had contracted venereal diseases, indicating they’d been raped by the Ford employees.
Keep singin’, Toby!
Imagine how shocked American soldiers must have been, hitting the battlefield, only to be met by Third Reich battalions driving Ford vehicles. More than 30% of the Nazi regime’s trucks had been produced by Ford.
According to a 1945 U.S. Army report:
Ford increasingly resorted to use of prisoners of war and other slave labor…The foreigners employed rose to over 40 percent of its labor supply in 1944. The usual Nazi discriminations in wages and working conditions were practiced.
Even though other American corporations in Germany were seized by Hitler’s Third Reich after the U.S. entered the war, Ford-Werke was left to continue operations unhindered. In fact, profits were safeguarded in private accounts, so Ford could collect them following the culmination of the bloodshed.
Henry, himself, was awarded the Nazi Grand Cross of the Order of the German Eagle — reserved for “foreigners who have been of special service to the Reich.”
And what did Elsa Iwanowa receive? According to this kidnapped slave laborer, she was never paid by Ford-Werke. Rather, in 1995, she was provided a free tour of the plant as it stood then, and given a small Ford commemorative pin as compensation.
As an addendum, Ford-Werke produced the turbines used in Nazi V-2 rockets — which were responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent, British civilians. The V-2 was invented, and developed, by Wernher von Braun ― who subsequently became the head of NASA and the Father of the U.S. Space Program.
Sources:
Books:
Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
Wallace, Max. (2003). Henry Ford, Charles Lindbergh, and the Rise of the Third Reich. St. Martin’s Griffin. ISBN: 9780312335311
Online Movies:
Hitler's American Business Partners:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMKnH2BlkBA
Online Sources:
Ford-Werke:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford-Werke_AG
Opel:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opel
We look on Heinrich [Henry] Ford as the leader of the growing Fascist Party in America.
― Adolf Hitler *
* Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
“I’m a Ford truck man!”
I wonder if that means third generation Ford vehicle owner, and country music icon, Toby Keith is an anti-Semite, ambitious to exploit slave labor and furtively work with Nazis.
Just when you thought it was safe to drive a fuckin’ Ford, you discover the namesake of said company blamed Jews for the problems humanity was facing during the 30s and 40s. In addition, Henry Ford dug Adolf Hitler like a backhoe does soft soil. This appreciation was reciprocated by der Fuhrer, as the leader of the Nazi war machine stated, “I regard Henry Ford as my inspiration.” The infamous architect of the Third Reich proudly boasted a prodigious portrait of ol’ Hank over his desk in Munich.
So smile, Mr. Keith, as you croon with a guitar adorned in a Ford logo. Continue to clarify how Ford is all-American ― the only truck you’ll ever drive ― ignorant a 1945 U.S. Army report classified Ford Motor Company as “the arsenal of Nazism.”
As Bill Hicks would say:
Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control. Here’s Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinkin’ beer, you fuckin’ morons!
What the―?! We are talkin’ Henry Ford here, right? The guy who’s last name is on millions of cars internationally? Founder of Ford Motor Company ― humanity’s third largest vehicle manufacturer in terms of sales volume? The dude quite possibly responsible for at least one of the autos in my garage? That Henry Ford?
The very same.
Lest we forget the Henry Ford who became a national hero for implementing the $5 workday, during an era when it was customary to pay employees half that for a nine hour shift. The same Henry Ford a considerable faction of the United States populace, at one time, believed should be president. Hank ― master mechanic and the man so many heralded the greatest industrialist of his epoch. The prime example of someone with meager beginnings, who managed to build his own empire through hard work. And who can forget the inventor of the assembly line?
Funny how effective propaganda can be.
In reality, Ford’s initiation of the $5 workday had nothing to do with sympathy for his employees. As 1914 dawned, Hank was shittin’ his pants. It appears our hero wasn’t the best of bosses. Anemic wages and a substandard working environment had resulted in almost 380% turnover at Ford Motor Company. Henry was forced to employ roughly 1,000 workers in order to retain 100 willing to stay on staff.
In a missive to Ford, the wife of an employee wrote:
Are you aware that a man cannot “buck nature” when he has to go to the toilet and yet he is not allowed to go at his work. He has to go before he gets there or after work. The chain system you have is a slave driver! My God! Mr. Ford.
Again, Ford hadn’t increased wages, nor curtailed the workday to eight hours, out of empathy. As Henry asserted, he’d lessened the severity of his slave driving to keep workers from quitting, and increase productivity.
As far as Ford becoming president, would you feel safe if the man at the helm — when asked if he could expand on the American Revolution — stated, “I understand there was one in 1812.” The same dude who attested, “I don’t like to read books, they muss up my mind.” A true intellectual fearful of sugar because he believed the jagged edges of its crystals would shred his stomach when ingested. An individual one journalist described as, “Outside of business, where he [Ford] is a genius, his mind is that of a child.” An icon of intelligence many thought was a moron.
Too bad someone like that isn’t around today, itchy trigger finger on the nuclear button―
Oh, wait. He is.
According to Ford’s sister Margaret, Henry exaggerated to the point of lying. This great industrialist hadn’t been raised destitute, but was actually the son of an affluent father. In addition, Ford ― rather than being a superlative mechanic ― had surrounded himself with the best in the business. Henry called on the expertise of others to conceive his vehicles. Contrary to popular fallacy, Ford didn’t create the assembly line; he simply improved on the existing design.
Yeah, Hank was a real gem, in the same way a polished, petrified turd might be. Thus, when he began speaking ill of Jews ― blaming them for troubles suffered by humans ― it wasn’t a big stretch for Henry. Suffice it to say, Ford fell into the bullshit quicksand so many bigots do, displaying his one cylinder mind for humanity to see.
Henry went so far as to author a book ― The International Jew ― berating what he termed “bad” devotees to Judaism. Equally insane individuals — called Nazis — got their creepy hands on the text, busting that shit-filled pinata wide open.
When the Third Reich took control of Germany, copies of Henry’s tome ― bedecked with the names Ford and Hitler on their covers ― were distributed to schools and Nazi offices across the country.
In the words of the Fuhrer, “The book is being circulated to millions throughout Germany.”
Well, there’s a blow to starving artists who’ve been poundin’ away at the keyboard for the past 25 years, relegated to self-publishing. I ― and others like me ― distribute truths for the betterment of humans, and nobody reads the material. Along comes some psycho with cash, and millions gorge themselves on the lunacy he’s propagating.
According to Baldur von Schirach ― leader of the Hitler Youth and notorious Nazi governor of Vienna:
The decisive anti-Semitic book which I read at that time, and the book which influenced my comrades was Henry Ford’s book, The International Jew. I read it and became anti-Semitic. This book made in those days a great impression on my friends and myself, because we saw in Henry Ford the representative of success, also the representative of a progressive social policy. In the poverty-stricken and wretched Germany of the time, youth looked toward America, and…it was Henry Ford who, to us, represented America…If he said the Jews were to blame, naturally we believed him.
Being an idiot isn’t a crime. If it were, there wouldn’t be enough prison cells to hold all the violators. There is, however, impropriety associated with forcing people into slave labor, and working them amid concentration camp conditions. One can easily assign malfeasance to those who assist in the slaughter of millions of humans. Of these two transgressions, Henry Ford is guilty.
Envision armadas of Ford trucks descending upon Europe and the USSR during World War II. Picture the occupants of these vehicles kidnapping innocents. Visualize these victims being taken to the Ford-Werke plant ― Ford’s German affiliate in Cologne ― forced to build trucks for the Third Reich.
For Elsa Iwanowa ― one of multitudinous individuals abducted by Ford and the Nazis in this fashion ― it wasn’t necessary to imagine anything, since she lived it.
They took us by truck to the Ford plant in Cologne. We were just children, we were frightened, calling out for our mothers, crying all the time. At first, they told us it would only be for a few months and then we would go home, but they lied to us, they never let us go. At Ford, we were treated like dogs, thrown into a barracks without any heat, running water or sewage. It was freezing in the winter, terrible, just terrible. The bunks had no mattresses, just wooden planks with a little straw and they only fed us a bowl of cabbage and water broth twice a day with a slice of bread. We were always hungry. I sat all day dreaming about food. If you asked for seconds, they would beat you.
I was forced to work from seven in the morning until seven at night drilling holes in engine blocks while the foremen, who were like animals, supervised us. We had no names, only numbers. Whenever a worker got sick, they took them away. We later heard they were shot. If we didn’t meet our quota, we were beaten.
Robert Schmidt ― company manager of the Ford-Werke plant in 1942 ― asserted:
It depends upon our work whether the front can be supplied with its necessities…therefore, we too are soldiers of the Fuhrer.
That’s not distressing, nor the type of quote you’d expect to hear from somebody working on Toby Keith’s pickup. Maybe the Ford Truck Man video should feature assembly line workers being executed, and a swastika replacing the Ford logo on Mr. Keith’s guitar.
Nazi armaments minister Albert Speer promised to provide 12,000 concentration camp prisoners for the German auto industry, which he asserted was crucial to the success of the Third Reich. As such, Buchenwald ― an infamous incarceration facility ― sent a continuous cascade of detainees to Ford-Werke throughout the war.
One may squabble Ford was coerced by the Third Reich to use slave laborers. They’d be wrong. Ford purchased these incarcerates by choice. What’s more, Ford employees could have treated these captives any way they desired. As it was, they decided to abuse them. When Allied military finally overran the Ford-Werke plant, it was ascertained most of the Russian female slaves had contracted venereal diseases, indicating they’d been raped by the Ford employees.
Keep singin’, Toby!
Imagine how shocked American soldiers must have been, hitting the battlefield, only to be met by Third Reich battalions driving Ford vehicles. More than 30% of the Nazi regime’s trucks had been produced by Ford.
According to a 1945 U.S. Army report:
Ford increasingly resorted to use of prisoners of war and other slave labor…The foreigners employed rose to over 40 percent of its labor supply in 1944. The usual Nazi discriminations in wages and working conditions were practiced.
Even though other American corporations in Germany were seized by Hitler’s Third Reich after the U.S. entered the war, Ford-Werke was left to continue operations unhindered. In fact, profits were safeguarded in private accounts, so Ford could collect them following the culmination of the bloodshed.
Henry, himself, was awarded the Nazi Grand Cross of the Order of the German Eagle — reserved for “foreigners who have been of special service to the Reich.”
And what did Elsa Iwanowa receive? According to this kidnapped slave laborer, she was never paid by Ford-Werke. Rather, in 1995, she was provided a free tour of the plant as it stood then, and given a small Ford commemorative pin as compensation.
As an addendum, Ford-Werke produced the turbines used in Nazi V-2 rockets — which were responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent, British civilians. The V-2 was invented, and developed, by Wernher von Braun ― who subsequently became the head of NASA and the Father of the U.S. Space Program.
Sources:
Books:
Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
Wallace, Max. (2003). Henry Ford, Charles Lindbergh, and the Rise of the Third Reich. St. Martin’s Griffin. ISBN: 9780312335311
Online Movies:
Hitler's American Business Partners:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMKnH2BlkBA
Online Sources:
Ford-Werke:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford-Werke_AG
Opel:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opel
A LIVING HELL
Nothing says, “I love you” like exploding a nuclear bomb on the object of your affection.
If such is true, the U.S. government adores its citizens. What could be more proof than roughly 1,000 nuclear devices detonated upon its own people?
When you consider the United States exploded a pair of atomic weapons on Japan ― and the devastation was nightmarish ― 500 times more discharges is a living Hell. How does one justify detonating such a far greater number of nuclear devices on their own populace than on those they call foreigners? They don’t.
Even more surreal is that United States citizens paid to be irradiated. What did taxes of the U.S. working class buy them? A planet deluged in radioactive fallout. Residents paid to have themselves, and future generations, immersed in deadly radionuclides. They paid for a rapid increase in cancer. They paid to exist every moment under the ominous shadow of imminent nuclear annihilation.
But the U.S. government can’t take all the credit, can they?
No way. Any country detonating an atomic or thermonuclear device has increased the lethal radioisotopes saturating the Earth. Any nation creating plutonium, or engaging in uranium mining, is possibly to blame for your cancer, the cancer of someone you know, or have known. In short, governments participating in the production of fission, or fusion, have put us all at risk…and we’ve paid them to do so.
Think how bizarre it is we send our children to school to pledge allegiance to a bureaucracy that’s irradiated them. What does this scream about our professed love for our offspring?
Believe presidents are great people? Do great people insist on the explosions of 67 nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands, thus eradicating entire societies? *
* Marshall Islands nuclear tests:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Islands
So many of you reading this will do nothing to remedy these atrocities, concluding the Marshall Islands are a world away. In fact, this assemblage of atolls are located in the Pacific Ocean, directly in the jet stream blowing west to east across the U.S. Fallout from atmospheric nuclear discharges is carried on the wind, and ends up back on Earth. Hence, each thermonuclear weapons test the United States performed in the Bikini Atolls, irradiated U.S. citizens. Sixty-seven explosions ― many of them, by themselves, hundreds of times more lethal than the bomb detonated over Hiroshima ― are a nightmare to endure. This number doesn’t include the 1,021 discharges at the Nevada Test Site (NTS), ** and a handful of other detonations elsewhere in the United States.
** Nevada Test Site nuclear tests:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_test_site
Are we told these facts in high school history class?
Of course not. They’re the equivalent of bad press for the U.S. government.
Do we question why bombs are developed and tested in the first place?
Obviously not. If we did, phrases like “for the good of our citizens” and “national security” would make no sense. How do you massively irradiate a populace for the benefit of its inhabitants?
“National security?” If you call the U.S. home, take a flight to Moscow. When you disembark, are there hundreds of Russian citizens awaiting your arrival, handguns pointed at you? No. If such isn’t so, why does the United States possess an arsenal of nuclear weapons targeted at a population who could give a flying fuck if you travel to their country?
Why would Russia have a comparable number of nuclear devices aimed at the U.S.? I don’t rush to the international terminal at my nearest airport, gun in hand, whenever somebody from a foreign land arrives.
If the citizens of the planet aren’t interested in fighting each other, why so many devastating weapons in the name of “national security?” If the answer isn’t residents, there’s one place left to turn: government.
Bureaucracies hunger to wage war. Citizens don’t. Governments require cash from these same residents to create the nuclear weapons that are destroying us all. Without financing from citizens, hegemonies wouldn’t be able to produce these armaments, and an increase in resultant diseases would diminish.
You assert how smart you are, yet how brilliant can you be if you’re paying governments to kill you?
How many of you have vacationed in Tahiti? How many answering, “Me” know said atoll has been inundated by radioactive fallout, resultant of French weapons testing?
Who wouldn’t want to visit Palomares, Spain, where tourists proliferate, unaware the U.S. dropped four, live hydrogen bombs on this village in 1966?
Headed for the luminous lights of Tinseltown? Best conduct your research, since a clandestine nuclear disaster happened 30 miles from L.A. in 1959. A catastrophe which may have yielded 240 times more fallout than the egregious Three Mile Island Incident.
These events are drops in the bucket when it comes to the total nuclear atrocities governments have executed on us all. Even so — after learning these truths — you’re likely to forget them, or convince yourself I fucked up. I assure you the latter isn’t the case, but I’d prefer you don’t take my word for it. I’d rather you investigate the reference material provided, to arrive at what seems the only conclusion: Bureaucracies are murdering people via radioactive fallout.
Radionuclides are magnificent means of massacre. Not only are they lethal in minute quantities, they’re invisible; meaning you could be ingesting them while reading this. In addition, they’re often odorless, as well as tasteless. Without a dosimeter or Geiger counter, you wouldn’t comprehend they were present even after they made you ill. And what of plutonium and uranium, both undetectable by the above two devices?
Radioisotopes are also able to traverse vast expanses upon prevailing wind systems. Most of these nuclides won’t considerably diminish for thousands, millions, and in certain cases, billions of years. This means radiation from Chernobyl, Fukushima and Simi Valley will be around well into future millennia.
It’s time we know the truth: facts hidden from us by governments. After all, millions of people continue producing children, unaware the aforementioned contaminates exist, and have been created by bureaucracies we believe protect us.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir. Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN: 1-58565-922-3
Radio Bikini. Dir. Robert Stone. Perfs. Kilon Bauno, John Smitherman. DVD, 1988
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
Radio Bikini:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmyH0cNVhyA
Nothing says, “I love you” like exploding a nuclear bomb on the object of your affection.
If such is true, the U.S. government adores its citizens. What could be more proof than roughly 1,000 nuclear devices detonated upon its own people?
When you consider the United States exploded a pair of atomic weapons on Japan ― and the devastation was nightmarish ― 500 times more discharges is a living Hell. How does one justify detonating such a far greater number of nuclear devices on their own populace than on those they call foreigners? They don’t.
Even more surreal is that United States citizens paid to be irradiated. What did taxes of the U.S. working class buy them? A planet deluged in radioactive fallout. Residents paid to have themselves, and future generations, immersed in deadly radionuclides. They paid for a rapid increase in cancer. They paid to exist every moment under the ominous shadow of imminent nuclear annihilation.
But the U.S. government can’t take all the credit, can they?
No way. Any country detonating an atomic or thermonuclear device has increased the lethal radioisotopes saturating the Earth. Any nation creating plutonium, or engaging in uranium mining, is possibly to blame for your cancer, the cancer of someone you know, or have known. In short, governments participating in the production of fission, or fusion, have put us all at risk…and we’ve paid them to do so.
Think how bizarre it is we send our children to school to pledge allegiance to a bureaucracy that’s irradiated them. What does this scream about our professed love for our offspring?
Believe presidents are great people? Do great people insist on the explosions of 67 nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands, thus eradicating entire societies? *
* Marshall Islands nuclear tests:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Islands
So many of you reading this will do nothing to remedy these atrocities, concluding the Marshall Islands are a world away. In fact, this assemblage of atolls are located in the Pacific Ocean, directly in the jet stream blowing west to east across the U.S. Fallout from atmospheric nuclear discharges is carried on the wind, and ends up back on Earth. Hence, each thermonuclear weapons test the United States performed in the Bikini Atolls, irradiated U.S. citizens. Sixty-seven explosions ― many of them, by themselves, hundreds of times more lethal than the bomb detonated over Hiroshima ― are a nightmare to endure. This number doesn’t include the 1,021 discharges at the Nevada Test Site (NTS), ** and a handful of other detonations elsewhere in the United States.
** Nevada Test Site nuclear tests:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_test_site
Are we told these facts in high school history class?
Of course not. They’re the equivalent of bad press for the U.S. government.
Do we question why bombs are developed and tested in the first place?
Obviously not. If we did, phrases like “for the good of our citizens” and “national security” would make no sense. How do you massively irradiate a populace for the benefit of its inhabitants?
“National security?” If you call the U.S. home, take a flight to Moscow. When you disembark, are there hundreds of Russian citizens awaiting your arrival, handguns pointed at you? No. If such isn’t so, why does the United States possess an arsenal of nuclear weapons targeted at a population who could give a flying fuck if you travel to their country?
Why would Russia have a comparable number of nuclear devices aimed at the U.S.? I don’t rush to the international terminal at my nearest airport, gun in hand, whenever somebody from a foreign land arrives.
If the citizens of the planet aren’t interested in fighting each other, why so many devastating weapons in the name of “national security?” If the answer isn’t residents, there’s one place left to turn: government.
Bureaucracies hunger to wage war. Citizens don’t. Governments require cash from these same residents to create the nuclear weapons that are destroying us all. Without financing from citizens, hegemonies wouldn’t be able to produce these armaments, and an increase in resultant diseases would diminish.
You assert how smart you are, yet how brilliant can you be if you’re paying governments to kill you?
How many of you have vacationed in Tahiti? How many answering, “Me” know said atoll has been inundated by radioactive fallout, resultant of French weapons testing?
Who wouldn’t want to visit Palomares, Spain, where tourists proliferate, unaware the U.S. dropped four, live hydrogen bombs on this village in 1966?
Headed for the luminous lights of Tinseltown? Best conduct your research, since a clandestine nuclear disaster happened 30 miles from L.A. in 1959. A catastrophe which may have yielded 240 times more fallout than the egregious Three Mile Island Incident.
These events are drops in the bucket when it comes to the total nuclear atrocities governments have executed on us all. Even so — after learning these truths — you’re likely to forget them, or convince yourself I fucked up. I assure you the latter isn’t the case, but I’d prefer you don’t take my word for it. I’d rather you investigate the reference material provided, to arrive at what seems the only conclusion: Bureaucracies are murdering people via radioactive fallout.
Radionuclides are magnificent means of massacre. Not only are they lethal in minute quantities, they’re invisible; meaning you could be ingesting them while reading this. In addition, they’re often odorless, as well as tasteless. Without a dosimeter or Geiger counter, you wouldn’t comprehend they were present even after they made you ill. And what of plutonium and uranium, both undetectable by the above two devices?
Radioisotopes are also able to traverse vast expanses upon prevailing wind systems. Most of these nuclides won’t considerably diminish for thousands, millions, and in certain cases, billions of years. This means radiation from Chernobyl, Fukushima and Simi Valley will be around well into future millennia.
It’s time we know the truth: facts hidden from us by governments. After all, millions of people continue producing children, unaware the aforementioned contaminates exist, and have been created by bureaucracies we believe protect us.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir. Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN: 1-58565-922-3
Radio Bikini. Dir. Robert Stone. Perfs. Kilon Bauno, John Smitherman. DVD, 1988
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
Radio Bikini:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmyH0cNVhyA
SIMI VALLEY: LOS ANGELES' NUCLEAR NIGHTMARE
When it comes to nuclear reactor accidents, the top three ― in terms of radioactive fallout ― are definitively Chernobyl, Fukushima and Three Mile Island, right?
Wrong. An event occurred in 1959 — 30 miles north of Los Angeles — releasing perhaps 240 times the radiation Three Mile Island did two decades later. How come you haven’t heard about it? The Atomic Energy Commission ― a now-obsolete branch of the government ― lied regarding the mishap. Isotopes from this accident still exist, and will do so for centuries.
Amid the Simi Hills, the Santa Susana Field Laboratory initiated nuclear production and rocket development in 1948. Run by Atomics International and Rocketdyne, projectile engines strident enough to be heard across Simi Valley were tested at the plant.
Trials included a Sodium Reactor Experiment (SRE) ― the first nuclear reactor in the U.S. providing electricity to a public power facility. This venture used sodium, instead of water, to cool its radioactive core. In 1959, something that has never been clarified went terribly wrong.
July 26th. After temperatures inside the reactor vessel drastically increased, employees at Santa Susana narrowly brought the device to shutdown. Following a cursory inspection — that lasted two hours — technicians restarted the process. Amid heightened radiation levels, workers continued operating the machine two consecutive weeks. After readings reached horrifying plateaus for an extended period, employees reevaluated the situation. About as effective as applying the brakes after launching a car off a cliff. Lowering a camera to the core, it was established 13 of 43 fuel rods had been destroyed and, due to their use over the prior 14 days, partly melted.
Should this have occurred inside a properly protected facility, it would have been devastating enough. However, Santa Susana was a testing location. Thus, precautions employed at a nuclear power plant were nowhere to be found.
Santa Susana was no more capable of protecting surrounding environs from fallout than your home, a grocery store or office building. As if this weren’t virulent enough, the structure was specifically created to vent radioactive steam into the air.
Due to insufficient monitoring, scientists have yet to determine how much radioactivity was released. The SRE was about 100 times smaller than the damaged Three Mile Island reactor. Since Santa Susana wasn’t equipped to contain fallout, however, this may have resulted in much more discharge than the accident in 1979 Pennsylvania. Investigators speculate release of radioactive particles in Simi Valley could be hundreds of times that of Three Mile Island.
The Atomic Energy Commission erroneously asserted only one of the nuclear fuel rods was damaged and, at that, minimally.
Good luck finding these facts on Los Angeles tourism brochures. L.A., baby: Home to more plastic faces than a Barbie factory, what remains of Matt LeBlanc’s career and one of history’s worst nuclear nightmares.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Online Movies:
The Simi Valley Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAHmaEs5cYU
When it comes to nuclear reactor accidents, the top three ― in terms of radioactive fallout ― are definitively Chernobyl, Fukushima and Three Mile Island, right?
Wrong. An event occurred in 1959 — 30 miles north of Los Angeles — releasing perhaps 240 times the radiation Three Mile Island did two decades later. How come you haven’t heard about it? The Atomic Energy Commission ― a now-obsolete branch of the government ― lied regarding the mishap. Isotopes from this accident still exist, and will do so for centuries.
Amid the Simi Hills, the Santa Susana Field Laboratory initiated nuclear production and rocket development in 1948. Run by Atomics International and Rocketdyne, projectile engines strident enough to be heard across Simi Valley were tested at the plant.
Trials included a Sodium Reactor Experiment (SRE) ― the first nuclear reactor in the U.S. providing electricity to a public power facility. This venture used sodium, instead of water, to cool its radioactive core. In 1959, something that has never been clarified went terribly wrong.
July 26th. After temperatures inside the reactor vessel drastically increased, employees at Santa Susana narrowly brought the device to shutdown. Following a cursory inspection — that lasted two hours — technicians restarted the process. Amid heightened radiation levels, workers continued operating the machine two consecutive weeks. After readings reached horrifying plateaus for an extended period, employees reevaluated the situation. About as effective as applying the brakes after launching a car off a cliff. Lowering a camera to the core, it was established 13 of 43 fuel rods had been destroyed and, due to their use over the prior 14 days, partly melted.
Should this have occurred inside a properly protected facility, it would have been devastating enough. However, Santa Susana was a testing location. Thus, precautions employed at a nuclear power plant were nowhere to be found.
Santa Susana was no more capable of protecting surrounding environs from fallout than your home, a grocery store or office building. As if this weren’t virulent enough, the structure was specifically created to vent radioactive steam into the air.
Due to insufficient monitoring, scientists have yet to determine how much radioactivity was released. The SRE was about 100 times smaller than the damaged Three Mile Island reactor. Since Santa Susana wasn’t equipped to contain fallout, however, this may have resulted in much more discharge than the accident in 1979 Pennsylvania. Investigators speculate release of radioactive particles in Simi Valley could be hundreds of times that of Three Mile Island.
The Atomic Energy Commission erroneously asserted only one of the nuclear fuel rods was damaged and, at that, minimally.
Good luck finding these facts on Los Angeles tourism brochures. L.A., baby: Home to more plastic faces than a Barbie factory, what remains of Matt LeBlanc’s career and one of history’s worst nuclear nightmares.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Online Movies:
The Simi Valley Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAHmaEs5cYU
SPAIN WAS EVIL, AND DESERVED TO BE NUKED
When envisioning nefarious faces throughout history, certain personages come to mind ― Adolf Hitler, Ted Bundy ― but who conceptualizes a whole country, let alone a nation like Spain? Similar to admiring comedian Steven Wright’s hairstyle, it’s a rarity. So why did the United States drop four hydrogen bombs on this commonwealth in 1966?
Refueling a plane in midair sounds more problematic than viewing one’s own asshole without a camera or a mirror. This was the case on January 17th of the aforementioned year, when a U.S. B-52G and a KC-135 tanker collided at 31,000 feet, off Spain’s coast. The refueling craft was instantly decimated, after the gasoline aboard ignited. The bomber tore into pieces, and four of its seven person crew were able to escape.
Hydrogen bombs. Who wouldn’t want one, let alone three, landing in their backyard? If you asserted, “The friendly folks of Palomares,” you’d be correct. Palomares ― a tiny coastal town of tomato farmers ― wouldn’t be the same after a trio of Mk28 thermonuclear devices descended upon it. A fourth ordnance of the same variety would find its way into the adjacent ocean, and be lost for almost three months.
Operation Chrome Dome was to blame on this one. During the Cold War, the aforementioned was a U.S. directive responsible for constantly flying live nuclear explosives over unwitting civilians. After all, the best way to protect people is to buzz them with hydrogen bombs.
Chrome Dome flew a number of routes, allegedly to act as a deterrent for potential Soviet attacks on the United States. The flight plan during the Palomares Incident had B-52s traversing the Atlantic Ocean, to the western border of the U.S.S.R., and back to the U.S.A. With such a vast distance to cover, refueling was necessary, and occurred over Spain.
Planes soar. Planes crash. Continually flying craft carrying thermonuclear weapons means these bombs may eventually come plummeting back to Earth, and perhaps detonate, murdering millions. Even though I wasn’t alive in 1966, I wouldn’t have voted for this suicidal plan. Of course, this is why the United States public was kept largely in the dark regarding details of Operation Chrome Dome.
What happened to “[…] of the people, by the people, for the people […]”?
The KC-135 that collided with the B-52 flew out of Moron Air Base in Spain. The name of this installation has an accent over the second “O,” but who’s counting?
The first bomb was recovered mostly intact on a dry riverbed. Conventional explosives on the second and third detonated, soaking 490 acres in plutonium-239 and radioactive debris. Desperate, the military scrambled to keep the incident from the media. When the press began swarming, the Air Force and Navy were coerced to admit an accident had occurred, but stifled the phrase “lost nuclear bombs.” Unable to withhold they'd misplaced the fourth weapon, perhaps beneath the Mediterranean Sea, the U.S. was forced to concede this nuclear nightmare.
This final device ― which settled on a precarious 70 degree declination, 2,550 feet below the surface ― was accidentally dropped by salvage crews and lost a second time before it was found again at 2,900 feet. After a drone vessel ― normally employed for torpedo reclamation ― became tangled in the bomb’s parachute, the weapon, along with the recovery craft, was raised to 100 feet below the water line. From there, the bomb was guided aboard the USS Petrel, and deactivated.
Cleanup efforts of Palomares were interesting, as Strategic Air Command (SAC) ― which was responsible for the accident ― hadn’t considered emergencies of this magnitude. Thus, almost every aspect of the search was makeshift. Toilet paper played a crucial part in recovery, as U.S. soldiers marked debris with the stuff, and rolls of this valued commodity were used to demarcate distances along beaches. Contaminated earth was packed into 4,810 barrels by workers garbed in minimal protective clothing.
To compensate farmers for desecrated crops, the Air Force purchased corrupted tomatoes. Sounds like a gesture of good faith, until one learns the military then fed this poisoned produce to its own pilots. Soldiers were informed alpha radiation — with which they came in contact — could be repelled by nothing more than sheets of paper, and was innocuous. What the military failed to reveal was, when consumed, alpha radiation is often lethal. In all, it was a joyous, potentially calamitous romp along the Med.
As plutonium-239 has a half-life of 24,100 years, continual re-dredging of the ground at Palomares will cause this city to be radioactive for hundreds of generations. Scientists continue to downplay the adverse nature of what's occurring there, whilst quietly recommending new cleanup efforts.
Between 2006 and 2007, 71 million square feet of town, and outlying areas, were tested for radiation. Technicians were surprised to discover levels far exceeding what they’d expected. Increased isotope deposits were now yielding americium — a lethal product of plutonium decomposition. The most highly saturated region has been increased from 107,000 square yards to nearly 360,000.
Palomares is currently a popular tourist destination. Condominiums and hotels line the city; there's an adjacent nudist beach; and the village now has its own skyline. The town’s agricultural industry flourishes, with greenhouses springing up everywhere. What most travelers to Palomares don’t realize is they're venturing to a region contaminated by radioactive fallout, at levels harmful to their health, as well as those of future generations.
List of Places to Visit:
1) Hell. I have a theory it’s awesome, and only given bad press by those who want to keep it all to themselves.
2) Wherever Rosario Dawson happens to be.
3) Anywhere but Palomares, Simi Valley, Fukushima, etc., etc., etc.
Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir. Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN: 1-58565-922-3
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
The Palomares Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tql5Nw0OOa0
When envisioning nefarious faces throughout history, certain personages come to mind ― Adolf Hitler, Ted Bundy ― but who conceptualizes a whole country, let alone a nation like Spain? Similar to admiring comedian Steven Wright’s hairstyle, it’s a rarity. So why did the United States drop four hydrogen bombs on this commonwealth in 1966?
Refueling a plane in midair sounds more problematic than viewing one’s own asshole without a camera or a mirror. This was the case on January 17th of the aforementioned year, when a U.S. B-52G and a KC-135 tanker collided at 31,000 feet, off Spain’s coast. The refueling craft was instantly decimated, after the gasoline aboard ignited. The bomber tore into pieces, and four of its seven person crew were able to escape.
Hydrogen bombs. Who wouldn’t want one, let alone three, landing in their backyard? If you asserted, “The friendly folks of Palomares,” you’d be correct. Palomares ― a tiny coastal town of tomato farmers ― wouldn’t be the same after a trio of Mk28 thermonuclear devices descended upon it. A fourth ordnance of the same variety would find its way into the adjacent ocean, and be lost for almost three months.
Operation Chrome Dome was to blame on this one. During the Cold War, the aforementioned was a U.S. directive responsible for constantly flying live nuclear explosives over unwitting civilians. After all, the best way to protect people is to buzz them with hydrogen bombs.
Chrome Dome flew a number of routes, allegedly to act as a deterrent for potential Soviet attacks on the United States. The flight plan during the Palomares Incident had B-52s traversing the Atlantic Ocean, to the western border of the U.S.S.R., and back to the U.S.A. With such a vast distance to cover, refueling was necessary, and occurred over Spain.
Planes soar. Planes crash. Continually flying craft carrying thermonuclear weapons means these bombs may eventually come plummeting back to Earth, and perhaps detonate, murdering millions. Even though I wasn’t alive in 1966, I wouldn’t have voted for this suicidal plan. Of course, this is why the United States public was kept largely in the dark regarding details of Operation Chrome Dome.
What happened to “[…] of the people, by the people, for the people […]”?
The KC-135 that collided with the B-52 flew out of Moron Air Base in Spain. The name of this installation has an accent over the second “O,” but who’s counting?
The first bomb was recovered mostly intact on a dry riverbed. Conventional explosives on the second and third detonated, soaking 490 acres in plutonium-239 and radioactive debris. Desperate, the military scrambled to keep the incident from the media. When the press began swarming, the Air Force and Navy were coerced to admit an accident had occurred, but stifled the phrase “lost nuclear bombs.” Unable to withhold they'd misplaced the fourth weapon, perhaps beneath the Mediterranean Sea, the U.S. was forced to concede this nuclear nightmare.
This final device ― which settled on a precarious 70 degree declination, 2,550 feet below the surface ― was accidentally dropped by salvage crews and lost a second time before it was found again at 2,900 feet. After a drone vessel ― normally employed for torpedo reclamation ― became tangled in the bomb’s parachute, the weapon, along with the recovery craft, was raised to 100 feet below the water line. From there, the bomb was guided aboard the USS Petrel, and deactivated.
Cleanup efforts of Palomares were interesting, as Strategic Air Command (SAC) ― which was responsible for the accident ― hadn’t considered emergencies of this magnitude. Thus, almost every aspect of the search was makeshift. Toilet paper played a crucial part in recovery, as U.S. soldiers marked debris with the stuff, and rolls of this valued commodity were used to demarcate distances along beaches. Contaminated earth was packed into 4,810 barrels by workers garbed in minimal protective clothing.
To compensate farmers for desecrated crops, the Air Force purchased corrupted tomatoes. Sounds like a gesture of good faith, until one learns the military then fed this poisoned produce to its own pilots. Soldiers were informed alpha radiation — with which they came in contact — could be repelled by nothing more than sheets of paper, and was innocuous. What the military failed to reveal was, when consumed, alpha radiation is often lethal. In all, it was a joyous, potentially calamitous romp along the Med.
As plutonium-239 has a half-life of 24,100 years, continual re-dredging of the ground at Palomares will cause this city to be radioactive for hundreds of generations. Scientists continue to downplay the adverse nature of what's occurring there, whilst quietly recommending new cleanup efforts.
Between 2006 and 2007, 71 million square feet of town, and outlying areas, were tested for radiation. Technicians were surprised to discover levels far exceeding what they’d expected. Increased isotope deposits were now yielding americium — a lethal product of plutonium decomposition. The most highly saturated region has been increased from 107,000 square yards to nearly 360,000.
Palomares is currently a popular tourist destination. Condominiums and hotels line the city; there's an adjacent nudist beach; and the village now has its own skyline. The town’s agricultural industry flourishes, with greenhouses springing up everywhere. What most travelers to Palomares don’t realize is they're venturing to a region contaminated by radioactive fallout, at levels harmful to their health, as well as those of future generations.
List of Places to Visit:
1) Hell. I have a theory it’s awesome, and only given bad press by those who want to keep it all to themselves.
2) Wherever Rosario Dawson happens to be.
3) Anywhere but Palomares, Simi Valley, Fukushima, etc., etc., etc.
Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir. Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN: 1-58565-922-3
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
The Palomares Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tql5Nw0OOa0
WHILE WE'RE AT IT, LET'S NUKE GREENLAND
For seven airmen in 1968, the frigid climate of Thule, Greenland, became too much to bear. What resulted was one of the most deleterious nuclear accidents in history.
The cockpit of HOBO 28 ― a B-52G carrying four live thermonuclear weapons ― was freezing. So cold, in fact, third pilot Major Alfred D’Mario unlocked a conduit leading from the engine that would take the chill off things. Instead of creating more tolerable flying conditions, though, the compartment became overheated, as four stowed seat cushions caught flame. Upon uncovering the fire’s source, the plane’s navigator unsuccessfully attempted to extinguish the blaze.
Let’s stop for a minute and ponder the insanity of this scenario. Live hydrogen bombs are less stable than celebrity weddings. Why are these potential cataclysms being flown above the planet?
Six hours into the mission ― roughly 90 miles from Thule Air Base ― Captain John Haug radioed air traffic control, notifying them of the situation. After exhausting all on board fire extinguishers, smoke filled the cabin to the point the airmen could barely see their instruments, much less read them. Around that time, the plane’s electrical power ceased.
Another interjection to the military: “Thanks for playing Affirm You’re a Lunatic! Congratulations! You’ve Won!”
With no way to land, except for a powerless glide onto treacherous ice, Haug prepared to abandon the craft. Being so far from an outpost, the airplane was surrounded by blackness. It wasn’t until several excruciating minutes later pilot D’Mario announced they were over the illuminations of Thule Air Base. Six of the crew abandoned the aircraft. Copilot Leonard Svitenko ― who had no access to an ejection seat ― was killed whilst attempting to exit the plane via a hatch in the fuselage.
While Haug and D’Mario landed inside the confines of the military facility, three other crew members were rescued within one and a half miles of the base.
Captain Curtis R. Criss was discovered by dog teams roughly 21 hours later, in -23 degree Fahrenheit temperatures. Having suffered hypothermia atop an ice floe, the officer had only been able to survive due to his parachute, which he’d wrapped around himself for heat.
Upon abandonment, the plane became a toxic ghost ship ― nuclear cargo aboard without a crew. Hurtling forth at speeds exceeding 500 miles per hour, the craft descended and exploded into the ice of North Star Bay, at least seven miles beyond Thule Air Base.
The resultant fireball was the ultimate dirty bomb ― a radioactive munition combined with traditional explosives ― as the conventional propellants within all four weapons detonated. Fortunately, no fissile discharges were triggered, and the blasts weren’t intense enough to initiate a critical reaction.
The temperature of the resulting fire, due to 225,000 pounds of airplane fuel, melted a sizable hole through the ground ― which consisted of solid ice. As a result, debris and whatever was left of the bombs, sunk to the floor of the ocean below. A 2,200 foot swatch of ice was stained black by aviation fuel and highly radioactive discharge, including americium, plutonium, tritium and uranium.
From this catastrophe, Project Crested Ice ― a cleanup operation about as efficacious as opening a snowplow business in Miami, Florida ― was born. Conversationally designated Dr. Freezelove, this mitigatory undertaking was a race against time. With spring imminent, portions of ice mass would melt, resulting in radioactive areas sinking, thus contaminating the oceans.
What was known as the “zero line” demarcated a one by three mile expanse where Geiger counters were picking up high levels of alpha radiation. With temperatures averaging -40 degrees Fahrenheit, and 90 mile per hour winds, workers toiled in continuous darkness, save for the generator lights of a makeshift compound.
In the end, approximately 700 individuals labored for nine months to assuage the cataclysm, and prevent a greater catastrophe. Often, these frigid souls worked with insufficient protection from the deadly contaminant they were handling.
One of the secondaries ― the main destructive force of the bombs ― remains lost to this day. Although Strategic Air Command (SAC) asserted all four weapons had been accounted for, it was later determined the armed forces lied to the media. Such was an aberrant occasion in the same way the sunrise has been a serious shocker for the past 6,000 years.
An ensuing SAC report predicated:
An analysis by the AEC (Atomic Energy Commission) of the recovered secondary components indicated recovery of 85% of the uranium and 94%, by weight, of three secondaries. No parts of the fourth secondary have been identified.
In plain English, the baddest part of one of the bombs was never found, and had most likely melted through the ice.
Ain’t nothin’ like a huge ball of radioactivity restin’ on the ocean floor to contaminate sea life, and hence seafood, for hundreds of thousands of years. Military intelligence? Sounds like an oxymoron to me.
Sushi, anyone?
Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047
For seven airmen in 1968, the frigid climate of Thule, Greenland, became too much to bear. What resulted was one of the most deleterious nuclear accidents in history.
The cockpit of HOBO 28 ― a B-52G carrying four live thermonuclear weapons ― was freezing. So cold, in fact, third pilot Major Alfred D’Mario unlocked a conduit leading from the engine that would take the chill off things. Instead of creating more tolerable flying conditions, though, the compartment became overheated, as four stowed seat cushions caught flame. Upon uncovering the fire’s source, the plane’s navigator unsuccessfully attempted to extinguish the blaze.
Let’s stop for a minute and ponder the insanity of this scenario. Live hydrogen bombs are less stable than celebrity weddings. Why are these potential cataclysms being flown above the planet?
Six hours into the mission ― roughly 90 miles from Thule Air Base ― Captain John Haug radioed air traffic control, notifying them of the situation. After exhausting all on board fire extinguishers, smoke filled the cabin to the point the airmen could barely see their instruments, much less read them. Around that time, the plane’s electrical power ceased.
Another interjection to the military: “Thanks for playing Affirm You’re a Lunatic! Congratulations! You’ve Won!”
With no way to land, except for a powerless glide onto treacherous ice, Haug prepared to abandon the craft. Being so far from an outpost, the airplane was surrounded by blackness. It wasn’t until several excruciating minutes later pilot D’Mario announced they were over the illuminations of Thule Air Base. Six of the crew abandoned the aircraft. Copilot Leonard Svitenko ― who had no access to an ejection seat ― was killed whilst attempting to exit the plane via a hatch in the fuselage.
While Haug and D’Mario landed inside the confines of the military facility, three other crew members were rescued within one and a half miles of the base.
Captain Curtis R. Criss was discovered by dog teams roughly 21 hours later, in -23 degree Fahrenheit temperatures. Having suffered hypothermia atop an ice floe, the officer had only been able to survive due to his parachute, which he’d wrapped around himself for heat.
Upon abandonment, the plane became a toxic ghost ship ― nuclear cargo aboard without a crew. Hurtling forth at speeds exceeding 500 miles per hour, the craft descended and exploded into the ice of North Star Bay, at least seven miles beyond Thule Air Base.
The resultant fireball was the ultimate dirty bomb ― a radioactive munition combined with traditional explosives ― as the conventional propellants within all four weapons detonated. Fortunately, no fissile discharges were triggered, and the blasts weren’t intense enough to initiate a critical reaction.
The temperature of the resulting fire, due to 225,000 pounds of airplane fuel, melted a sizable hole through the ground ― which consisted of solid ice. As a result, debris and whatever was left of the bombs, sunk to the floor of the ocean below. A 2,200 foot swatch of ice was stained black by aviation fuel and highly radioactive discharge, including americium, plutonium, tritium and uranium.
From this catastrophe, Project Crested Ice ― a cleanup operation about as efficacious as opening a snowplow business in Miami, Florida ― was born. Conversationally designated Dr. Freezelove, this mitigatory undertaking was a race against time. With spring imminent, portions of ice mass would melt, resulting in radioactive areas sinking, thus contaminating the oceans.
What was known as the “zero line” demarcated a one by three mile expanse where Geiger counters were picking up high levels of alpha radiation. With temperatures averaging -40 degrees Fahrenheit, and 90 mile per hour winds, workers toiled in continuous darkness, save for the generator lights of a makeshift compound.
In the end, approximately 700 individuals labored for nine months to assuage the cataclysm, and prevent a greater catastrophe. Often, these frigid souls worked with insufficient protection from the deadly contaminant they were handling.
One of the secondaries ― the main destructive force of the bombs ― remains lost to this day. Although Strategic Air Command (SAC) asserted all four weapons had been accounted for, it was later determined the armed forces lied to the media. Such was an aberrant occasion in the same way the sunrise has been a serious shocker for the past 6,000 years.
An ensuing SAC report predicated:
An analysis by the AEC (Atomic Energy Commission) of the recovered secondary components indicated recovery of 85% of the uranium and 94%, by weight, of three secondaries. No parts of the fourth secondary have been identified.
In plain English, the baddest part of one of the bombs was never found, and had most likely melted through the ice.
Ain’t nothin’ like a huge ball of radioactivity restin’ on the ocean floor to contaminate sea life, and hence seafood, for hundreds of thousands of years. Military intelligence? Sounds like an oxymoron to me.
Sushi, anyone?
Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047
TAHITI: SWIMMING IN FALLOUT
Is it mandatory for governments to hate anything resembling a tropical utopia? If not, why do the sovereignties of humanity continue to contaminate idyllic, island locales?
For those who’ve spent well-deserved vacation time unwinding in Tahiti, you may find it psychologically beneficial to skip the following. Becoming aware this atoll is immersed in radioactive fallout, after you’ve lounged about this Shangri-La, isn’t comforting.
It all began in 1966 with Aldebaran ― a 200 kiloton atomic test conducted by France. Thirty years, 193 trials later, French Polynesia ― the island chain of which Tahiti is a part ― was at last released from nuclear Hell. Forty-one aboveground trials were commenced on the atoll of Moruroa. One hundred and forty-seven subterranean tests — at both this archipelago and adjacent Fangataufa — were also executed. Although the explosions have ceased, the lethal fallout will remain beyond your lifetime.
France’s leader Charles de Gaulle convinced the French Polynesian government detonating approximately 200 nuclear bombs within its borders would be beneficial for this string of islands. The influx of industry was, he asserted, a catalyst for this region’s debilitated economy. The only difference between a politician and a used car salesman? The price of his suit.
What sparked the impassioned need to annihilate the denizens of this territory? Had these people committed crimes so repugnant they warranted the utmost punishment?
Akin to Britain in the ‘50s, the government of France was petrified they were being left behind in the race nobody wins ― that of nuclear arms. As a result, this Parisian nation catapulted into atomic absurdity, in a desperate attempt to rival the genocidal forces possessed by countries with nuclear capabilities. France began a policy of exploding everything it could, and lying about the extent of damage to the intended targets.
The atolls composing French Polynesia housed about 75,000 inhabitants, none of whom were enlightened regarding the severity of nuclear tests being conducted in their very own backyards. Fangataufa and Moruroa were typically the objects of decimation. Although France’s Center for Pacific Experiments (CEP) reassured island residents they were in no danger, monitoring devices were recording readings near 70 times safe limits.
Citizens were tested for heightened levels of radioactivity, but not provided results. Hence, these natives believed they were safe. After all, no news is good news, right? Wrong. Even though endemic inhabitants commenced life as usual ― feeding on regional fruits and vegetables ― it wasn’t long before they realized French scientists on the atolls were no longer eating local produce.
A clandestine Telex from the Radiation Safety Officer stationed on adjacent Mangareva Atoll in 1966 stated:
Minister informed radiation not negligible. Stop. Soil contaminated. Stop. Await instructions for decontamination and provisions. Stop.
It’s been alleged Philippe Millon — Chief Doctor for the Safety Department of the CEP — wrote a furtive report assessing the situation after weapons trials began. Asserting he’d tested vegetation on Mangareva, Millon found it to be as radioactive as that studied at Chernobyl in 1986, following the nuclear catastrophe in the Ukraine.
In the 1960s, the World Health Organization (WHO) suggested the highest allowable levels of radioactive contamination in foodstuffs to be 270 picocuries per gram. Vegetables sampled in 1966 in Mangareva registered 18,000 picocuries per gram.
Although the Partial Test Ban Treaty ― which forbade atmospheric nuclear trials ― was implemented in 1963, France failed to recognize this mandate, and continued its barrage on Tahiti.
Sarcastic wisecracks were made concerning this neophyte to the Atomic Club, in comparison to the power of the United States or the Soviet Union. The Parisian nation was viewed as having a Napoleon Complex ― only able to destroy humanity once ― while the big boys could do so thousands of times.
During 1968, France became the fifth nation ― including the U.S., the U.S.S.R., Britain and China ― to test a hydrogen bomb. This event, occurring at Fangataufa, yielded a 2 megaton blast ― 100 times more devastating than the detonation at Hiroshima, Japan.
In France’s defense, they did construct fallout shelters for occupants of adjacent islands. These buildings were made of meager, corrugated metal, contained sand floors and provided no protection against radionuclides. Residents would’ve been just as safeguarded if they’d been bequeathed huts made of cardboard and pigeon dung. Vive la France!
In addition, people were allowed to leave these impenetrable fortifications, and recommence everyday life ― farming, fishing, swimming ― mere hours following a nuclear test. Unbeknownst to these individuals, the air, soil and water they were making use of was awash in lethal radiation.
Not only were endemic peoples of this region not informed of the austere nature of these trials, French soldiers were kept in the dark.
When radiation sirens sounded on Tureia Atoll, after the 1971 Encelade test, they were turned off so recruits could fall back to sleep. Similar to silencing your car alarm whilst your vehicle is being broken into, this allowed harm to take hold, as the populace was none the wiser. Rainfall from this trial accumulated in outdoor water tanks, where soldiers brushed their teeth. Servicemen continued consuming seafood and vegetation from this region. Troops were often allowed to return to Moruroa a day or two following a nuclear test, and did so frequently garbed in shorts and other nonprotective clothing.
In order to measure these trials, planes typically flew through the mushroom clouds generated by the explosions. Thus, these aircraft were highly irradiated, and cleaned on a tarmac adjacent a tennis court where servicemen engaged in sport. Hence, the spray of foam and water ― now also radioactive ― coming off these planes drifted into the adjoining athletic facility, inundating those ill-fated enough to have been present.
A myriad of cancers, cardiovascular disorders, diabetes and aberrant skin afflictions are now commonplace throughout Tahiti.
In 1983, a squad of scientists from Australia and New Zealand ― referred to as the Atkinson Mission ― were permitted to investigate the test sites. These authorities concluded underwater rocks comprising Moruroa Atoll housed immeasurable amounts of radioactive waste that will eventually discharge into the ocean. Geologist Professor Peter Davies, of this group, referred to this sequence of islands as “a time bomb. It’s a high level nuclear waste dump in the middle of the ocean […].” According to researchers, this inevitable next phase of radioactive fallout ― much like an unexpected fart on the Paula Deen show ― can occur at any moment.
Sources:
Movies:
Blowing Up Paradise. Dir. Ben Lewis. TV, 2005
Is it mandatory for governments to hate anything resembling a tropical utopia? If not, why do the sovereignties of humanity continue to contaminate idyllic, island locales?
For those who’ve spent well-deserved vacation time unwinding in Tahiti, you may find it psychologically beneficial to skip the following. Becoming aware this atoll is immersed in radioactive fallout, after you’ve lounged about this Shangri-La, isn’t comforting.
It all began in 1966 with Aldebaran ― a 200 kiloton atomic test conducted by France. Thirty years, 193 trials later, French Polynesia ― the island chain of which Tahiti is a part ― was at last released from nuclear Hell. Forty-one aboveground trials were commenced on the atoll of Moruroa. One hundred and forty-seven subterranean tests — at both this archipelago and adjacent Fangataufa — were also executed. Although the explosions have ceased, the lethal fallout will remain beyond your lifetime.
France’s leader Charles de Gaulle convinced the French Polynesian government detonating approximately 200 nuclear bombs within its borders would be beneficial for this string of islands. The influx of industry was, he asserted, a catalyst for this region’s debilitated economy. The only difference between a politician and a used car salesman? The price of his suit.
What sparked the impassioned need to annihilate the denizens of this territory? Had these people committed crimes so repugnant they warranted the utmost punishment?
Akin to Britain in the ‘50s, the government of France was petrified they were being left behind in the race nobody wins ― that of nuclear arms. As a result, this Parisian nation catapulted into atomic absurdity, in a desperate attempt to rival the genocidal forces possessed by countries with nuclear capabilities. France began a policy of exploding everything it could, and lying about the extent of damage to the intended targets.
The atolls composing French Polynesia housed about 75,000 inhabitants, none of whom were enlightened regarding the severity of nuclear tests being conducted in their very own backyards. Fangataufa and Moruroa were typically the objects of decimation. Although France’s Center for Pacific Experiments (CEP) reassured island residents they were in no danger, monitoring devices were recording readings near 70 times safe limits.
Citizens were tested for heightened levels of radioactivity, but not provided results. Hence, these natives believed they were safe. After all, no news is good news, right? Wrong. Even though endemic inhabitants commenced life as usual ― feeding on regional fruits and vegetables ― it wasn’t long before they realized French scientists on the atolls were no longer eating local produce.
A clandestine Telex from the Radiation Safety Officer stationed on adjacent Mangareva Atoll in 1966 stated:
Minister informed radiation not negligible. Stop. Soil contaminated. Stop. Await instructions for decontamination and provisions. Stop.
It’s been alleged Philippe Millon — Chief Doctor for the Safety Department of the CEP — wrote a furtive report assessing the situation after weapons trials began. Asserting he’d tested vegetation on Mangareva, Millon found it to be as radioactive as that studied at Chernobyl in 1986, following the nuclear catastrophe in the Ukraine.
In the 1960s, the World Health Organization (WHO) suggested the highest allowable levels of radioactive contamination in foodstuffs to be 270 picocuries per gram. Vegetables sampled in 1966 in Mangareva registered 18,000 picocuries per gram.
Although the Partial Test Ban Treaty ― which forbade atmospheric nuclear trials ― was implemented in 1963, France failed to recognize this mandate, and continued its barrage on Tahiti.
Sarcastic wisecracks were made concerning this neophyte to the Atomic Club, in comparison to the power of the United States or the Soviet Union. The Parisian nation was viewed as having a Napoleon Complex ― only able to destroy humanity once ― while the big boys could do so thousands of times.
During 1968, France became the fifth nation ― including the U.S., the U.S.S.R., Britain and China ― to test a hydrogen bomb. This event, occurring at Fangataufa, yielded a 2 megaton blast ― 100 times more devastating than the detonation at Hiroshima, Japan.
In France’s defense, they did construct fallout shelters for occupants of adjacent islands. These buildings were made of meager, corrugated metal, contained sand floors and provided no protection against radionuclides. Residents would’ve been just as safeguarded if they’d been bequeathed huts made of cardboard and pigeon dung. Vive la France!
In addition, people were allowed to leave these impenetrable fortifications, and recommence everyday life ― farming, fishing, swimming ― mere hours following a nuclear test. Unbeknownst to these individuals, the air, soil and water they were making use of was awash in lethal radiation.
Not only were endemic peoples of this region not informed of the austere nature of these trials, French soldiers were kept in the dark.
When radiation sirens sounded on Tureia Atoll, after the 1971 Encelade test, they were turned off so recruits could fall back to sleep. Similar to silencing your car alarm whilst your vehicle is being broken into, this allowed harm to take hold, as the populace was none the wiser. Rainfall from this trial accumulated in outdoor water tanks, where soldiers brushed their teeth. Servicemen continued consuming seafood and vegetation from this region. Troops were often allowed to return to Moruroa a day or two following a nuclear test, and did so frequently garbed in shorts and other nonprotective clothing.
In order to measure these trials, planes typically flew through the mushroom clouds generated by the explosions. Thus, these aircraft were highly irradiated, and cleaned on a tarmac adjacent a tennis court where servicemen engaged in sport. Hence, the spray of foam and water ― now also radioactive ― coming off these planes drifted into the adjoining athletic facility, inundating those ill-fated enough to have been present.
A myriad of cancers, cardiovascular disorders, diabetes and aberrant skin afflictions are now commonplace throughout Tahiti.
In 1983, a squad of scientists from Australia and New Zealand ― referred to as the Atkinson Mission ― were permitted to investigate the test sites. These authorities concluded underwater rocks comprising Moruroa Atoll housed immeasurable amounts of radioactive waste that will eventually discharge into the ocean. Geologist Professor Peter Davies, of this group, referred to this sequence of islands as “a time bomb. It’s a high level nuclear waste dump in the middle of the ocean […].” According to researchers, this inevitable next phase of radioactive fallout ― much like an unexpected fart on the Paula Deen show ― can occur at any moment.
Sources:
Movies:
Blowing Up Paradise. Dir. Ben Lewis. TV, 2005
DRANO FOR BREAKFAST
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
I learned our government must be strong
It’s always right and never wrong
Our leaders are the finest men
And we elect them again and again
And that’s what I learned in school today
That’s what I learned in school
― Pete Seeger *
* Pete Seeger:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VucczIg98Gw
Since the majority of what we’ve been taught in school is lies ― and the rest is just useless to humans ― shouldn’t we be filing textbooks under fiction? To save trees, it may benefit us to cease printing these propaganda manifestos altogether. Why continue torturing kids who’d be much happier enjoying their lives, learning what’s relevant?
What high school history professor is willing to inform students Arnold Schwarzenegger’s dad was a Nazi Party member? ** How about the fact George W. Bush ― in his youth ― stuffed firecrackers inside live frogs, and detonated said explosives? ***
** Gustav Schwarzenegger:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Schwarzenegger
*** George W. Bush: frog killer:
http://www.all-creatures.org/aip/nl-3nov2000-frogs.html
The answer is, “None.” Why? In this paradigm, you follow established lines, or don't eat. Yet, both the above are provable truths.
You’re living a series of lies. We all are. Reality is not what it seems.
Even though these assertions sound like the beginning of a Twilight Zone episode, consider the following phrases:
Make a living.
Cost of living.
Both are used every day. Even so, few ponder the ruthless implications of these idioms.
Make a living. Haven’t you already done so by being born? What is there left to create after this essential step? Should one be forced into producing more than his own existence, and if so, how?
Cost of living. It doesn’t get any more twisted than this. The above connotes there’s a price to our lives. If that tax isn’t paid, we die.
Who hasn’t heard the false statement “Money makes the world go ‘round”? Most of us have probably said it. Think how insane that adage is. Whomever coined it, and those who use it, believe sans a monetary system, Earth would cease to spin on its axis. What the fuck―?!
Making such an assertion is the epitome of arrogance. To believe that somehow banknotes cause the massive celestial body on which we reside to revolve, is ludicrous. So, if we’re of this inclination ― since we all keep uttering this phrase ― doesn’t that make us insane?
What is money, literally? Most people would respond it’s pieces of paper. In actuality, it’s strips of cotton and linen, innately useless to humans, since you can neither eat nor inhale it in order to survive.
Don’t believe money is valueless? Travel back in time 500 years with a bushel of apples and a $1,000 bill. See which takes you further in that particular era. Enough said.
Let’s assume you’re employed from the ages of 18 to 65. Say you work 40 hours a week. At that rate, following one year, you’ll have spent 2,080 hours at your occupation. During your complete existence, you’ll have labored at your job ― which most people detest ― for 97,760 hours. That’s more than 11 years of life devoted to acquiring worthless swatches of material. This doesn’t take into consideration countless time spent preparing for work, and altering your existence to accommodate your job. Feverishly collecting scraps of useless cotton and linen sounds like the hobby of the mentally deranged. Wasting nearly a dozen years of your life doing so ― in addition to the 12 stolen from you via the school system ― is the obsession of a psychotic. Still, this is the activity we almost all engage in constantly.
Media, movies and television are deluged with examples of humans killing other humans for money. You applaud the hero ― risking his existence ― when he robs a casino to become a millionaire, even though he just put his life in jeopardy for a bunch of pointless cloth.
What is this guy infatuated with sewing?
Talk about a moron failing to view the bigger picture before taking action.
Consider Walter White’s character from the TV show Breaking Bad. Everything he did ― dying, estranging himself from his immediate family, killing people, etc. ― was perpetrated to amass inherently worthless pieces of fabric. Rendered to its basics, that’s the premise of the show. The protagonist may have been adept at chemistry, but what a fuckin’ idiot!
Akin to politics and religion, money is an implement of internment humans need to break free from before it destroys us all.
MAD ― mutual assured destruction. Adhering to such lunacy, why isn’t the whole of humanity on suicide watch? This is the best foundation the powers that be could create to enslave us? The strategy that if I possess more nuclear weapons than you ― and can destroy our species 5,000 times over, while you can only do so 3,000 times ― no one’s gonna use these ordnances for fear of annihilation?!
Are we drinking Drano for breakfast?
If we’re eradicated once, who’s gonna launch the remainder of nukes that can wipe us out the other 7,999 times?!
Santa?
Jesus?
Oh, wait. Same guy.
Haven’t you asked the next logical question, anyway? Why create the weapons in the first place? It’s not like nuclear bombs ― and the process for producing them ― is making the environment more human-friendly.
Take professional hockey. A large portion of players in the NHL ― Alex Ovechkin, Evgeni Malkin, etc. ― were born in Russia. These two forwards are revered in the U.S., to the point they’re idols. In the same breath, the United States has thousands of nuclear tipped warheads presently pointed at their families. Even the most twisted of minds can’t prevaricate enough to make that one sound rational, since it defies logic.
“I like ya’, kid. Here’s 10 million bucks. By the way, I’m pointing a gun at your mom’s head.”
Should humanity make it through this lapse of reason, it’s quite plausible future generations will gaze back in shock we fell for such a load of horse shit!
Spending one’s life gathering strips of worthless cloth; believing in an old guy who floats in the sky and can hear our every thought, while placing trust in individuals who’ve deliberately drowned us via radioactive fallout, isn’t the mindset of logical individuals. It’s time we woke from our slumber, before it’s too late.
This blog does its best to demonstrate the safety net we've been brainwashed to believe is there, doesn't exist.
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
I learned our government must be strong
It’s always right and never wrong
Our leaders are the finest men
And we elect them again and again
And that’s what I learned in school today
That’s what I learned in school
― Pete Seeger *
* Pete Seeger:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VucczIg98Gw
Since the majority of what we’ve been taught in school is lies ― and the rest is just useless to humans ― shouldn’t we be filing textbooks under fiction? To save trees, it may benefit us to cease printing these propaganda manifestos altogether. Why continue torturing kids who’d be much happier enjoying their lives, learning what’s relevant?
What high school history professor is willing to inform students Arnold Schwarzenegger’s dad was a Nazi Party member? ** How about the fact George W. Bush ― in his youth ― stuffed firecrackers inside live frogs, and detonated said explosives? ***
** Gustav Schwarzenegger:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Schwarzenegger
*** George W. Bush: frog killer:
http://www.all-creatures.org/aip/nl-3nov2000-frogs.html
The answer is, “None.” Why? In this paradigm, you follow established lines, or don't eat. Yet, both the above are provable truths.
You’re living a series of lies. We all are. Reality is not what it seems.
Even though these assertions sound like the beginning of a Twilight Zone episode, consider the following phrases:
Make a living.
Cost of living.
Both are used every day. Even so, few ponder the ruthless implications of these idioms.
Make a living. Haven’t you already done so by being born? What is there left to create after this essential step? Should one be forced into producing more than his own existence, and if so, how?
Cost of living. It doesn’t get any more twisted than this. The above connotes there’s a price to our lives. If that tax isn’t paid, we die.
Who hasn’t heard the false statement “Money makes the world go ‘round”? Most of us have probably said it. Think how insane that adage is. Whomever coined it, and those who use it, believe sans a monetary system, Earth would cease to spin on its axis. What the fuck―?!
Making such an assertion is the epitome of arrogance. To believe that somehow banknotes cause the massive celestial body on which we reside to revolve, is ludicrous. So, if we’re of this inclination ― since we all keep uttering this phrase ― doesn’t that make us insane?
What is money, literally? Most people would respond it’s pieces of paper. In actuality, it’s strips of cotton and linen, innately useless to humans, since you can neither eat nor inhale it in order to survive.
Don’t believe money is valueless? Travel back in time 500 years with a bushel of apples and a $1,000 bill. See which takes you further in that particular era. Enough said.
Let’s assume you’re employed from the ages of 18 to 65. Say you work 40 hours a week. At that rate, following one year, you’ll have spent 2,080 hours at your occupation. During your complete existence, you’ll have labored at your job ― which most people detest ― for 97,760 hours. That’s more than 11 years of life devoted to acquiring worthless swatches of material. This doesn’t take into consideration countless time spent preparing for work, and altering your existence to accommodate your job. Feverishly collecting scraps of useless cotton and linen sounds like the hobby of the mentally deranged. Wasting nearly a dozen years of your life doing so ― in addition to the 12 stolen from you via the school system ― is the obsession of a psychotic. Still, this is the activity we almost all engage in constantly.
Media, movies and television are deluged with examples of humans killing other humans for money. You applaud the hero ― risking his existence ― when he robs a casino to become a millionaire, even though he just put his life in jeopardy for a bunch of pointless cloth.
What is this guy infatuated with sewing?
Talk about a moron failing to view the bigger picture before taking action.
Consider Walter White’s character from the TV show Breaking Bad. Everything he did ― dying, estranging himself from his immediate family, killing people, etc. ― was perpetrated to amass inherently worthless pieces of fabric. Rendered to its basics, that’s the premise of the show. The protagonist may have been adept at chemistry, but what a fuckin’ idiot!
Akin to politics and religion, money is an implement of internment humans need to break free from before it destroys us all.
MAD ― mutual assured destruction. Adhering to such lunacy, why isn’t the whole of humanity on suicide watch? This is the best foundation the powers that be could create to enslave us? The strategy that if I possess more nuclear weapons than you ― and can destroy our species 5,000 times over, while you can only do so 3,000 times ― no one’s gonna use these ordnances for fear of annihilation?!
Are we drinking Drano for breakfast?
If we’re eradicated once, who’s gonna launch the remainder of nukes that can wipe us out the other 7,999 times?!
Santa?
Jesus?
Oh, wait. Same guy.
Haven’t you asked the next logical question, anyway? Why create the weapons in the first place? It’s not like nuclear bombs ― and the process for producing them ― is making the environment more human-friendly.
Take professional hockey. A large portion of players in the NHL ― Alex Ovechkin, Evgeni Malkin, etc. ― were born in Russia. These two forwards are revered in the U.S., to the point they’re idols. In the same breath, the United States has thousands of nuclear tipped warheads presently pointed at their families. Even the most twisted of minds can’t prevaricate enough to make that one sound rational, since it defies logic.
“I like ya’, kid. Here’s 10 million bucks. By the way, I’m pointing a gun at your mom’s head.”
Should humanity make it through this lapse of reason, it’s quite plausible future generations will gaze back in shock we fell for such a load of horse shit!
Spending one’s life gathering strips of worthless cloth; believing in an old guy who floats in the sky and can hear our every thought, while placing trust in individuals who’ve deliberately drowned us via radioactive fallout, isn’t the mindset of logical individuals. It’s time we woke from our slumber, before it’s too late.
This blog does its best to demonstrate the safety net we've been brainwashed to believe is there, doesn't exist.
BACON, EGGS AND PROPAGANDA
Fuck you, Edward Bernays.
― Hugh Mungus
Bet you’ve no idea why you eat bacon and eggs for breakfast. Believe it or not, he’s the same reason you bought that $2,000 handbag. Yeah, the one that cost 43¢ to make. His name was Edward Bernays, and you can thank him not solely for influencing your first meal of the day, but also intimidating you into such a ridiculous purchase.
Who was this manipulative asshole? Sigmund Freud’s nephew, Edward Bernays, is typically termed the Father of Public Relations. In the early 1900s, Bernays was so adept at being devious, he sold an entire war ― World War I ― to a nation. The U.S. populace believed the erroneous claims ― originating from Bernays, and those of his ilk ― this conflict would “Make the World Safe for Democracy.” We now realize such was a lie, and approximately 120,000 Americans ― suckered by Edward’s scheme ― died as a result.
In 1928, Bernays published Propaganda ― a book outlining his method for swindling anyone into buying anything, whether it be war or used toilet paper. According to Eduardo, the population was too stupid to know what was best for them, and couldn’t make prudent decisions. Akin to an ignorant child, it was imperative the public allow the powerful elite ― people who controlled with cash ― to decide what was best for all.
From the pages of Propaganda:
The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.
We are governed, our minds molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. […]
It might be better to have, instead of propaganda and special pleading, committees of wise men who would choose our rulers, dictate our conduct, private and public, and decide upon the best types of clothes for us to wear and the best kinds of food for us to eat. […]
As civilization has become more complex, and as the need for invisible government has been increasingly demonstrated, the technical means have been invented and developed by which opinion may be regimented.
Since we’re told the United States is a democracy ― and such denotes government by the people ― Edward is full of shit.
Unlike prior coercive efforts, Bernays didn’t believe in bludgeoning consumers with hard-nosed tactics ― “You must buy this product, or else―!” Rather, Edward used the more wily method of making folks feel inadequate if they didn’t have what he was selling. Thus, manipulating individuals into thinking their lives were incomplete unless they spent rent money on a down payment for a $50,000 watch. A watch, no less, thieves in a number of Third World nations, would amputate one’s hand in order to obtain.
Using Bernays’ tactics, marketing and public relations companies have persuaded the population into financial slavery, and governments have sold us all on wars that murder our species in droves. Thanks to Eddie, countless men and women have been slaughtered, duped into believing they’re donning fatigues and killing innocent civilians for a moral cause.
See that genetically modified meal in front of you? Of course you do, as a majority of food sold in United States grocery stores contain GMOs ― thought to cause life-threatening afflictions. You can thank Edward for that, as well, since marketing methods employed by corporations like Monsanto ― which produce genetically-modified organisms ― are inspired by the work of Mr. Bernays.
You can also express gratitude to Edward for the fluoride in toothpaste, since he organized an advertising campaign to sell the U.S. public on this substance. It’s a matter of record fluoride ― a derivative of the poisonous gas fluorine ― is dangerous to humans in anything but trace amounts. Why, then, are we ingesting copious quantities of it through our daily dental routines, as well as the water we drink? That’s correct. America is one of the few remaining countries still fluoridating its public drinking water — a procedure many believe was undertaken by Nazi Germany, in order to pacify its populace to make them more docile and pliable.
Hence, I say, “Fuck you, Edward Bernays.”
Oh, yeah. The bacon and eggs thing? During the 1950s, Bernays was hired by the Beech-Nut Packing Company to increase bacon sales. Ed created a campaign, informing the public, doctors overwhelmingly agreed a substantial breakfast of bacon and eggs was beneficial.
And all this time you believed you were thinking for yourself.
Sources:
Books:
Bernays, Edward; Miller, Mark Crispin. (1928, 2005). Propaganda. Ig Publishing. ISBN: 9780970312594
Movies:
Genetic Roulette: The Gamble of Our Lives. Dir. Jeffrey M. Smith. DVD, 2012. ISBN: 978-0-98526-510-6
The World According to Monsanto. Dir. Marie-Monique Robin. Perfs. David Carpenter, Dr. Samuel Epstein. DVD, 2008. ISBN: 978-0-9729665-9-7
Online Movies:
Fluoride:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toU3qIR8xgw
Genetic Roulette: The Gamble of Our Lives:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-WUsaASEkc
Stuff They Don't Want You to Know: Edward Bernays:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=druOAHVKHCQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQZFTbPh4jM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSPRKL0xzVg
The World According to Monsanto:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6_DbVdVo-k
To Sell a War:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaR1YBR5g6U
Fuck you, Edward Bernays.
― Hugh Mungus
Bet you’ve no idea why you eat bacon and eggs for breakfast. Believe it or not, he’s the same reason you bought that $2,000 handbag. Yeah, the one that cost 43¢ to make. His name was Edward Bernays, and you can thank him not solely for influencing your first meal of the day, but also intimidating you into such a ridiculous purchase.
Who was this manipulative asshole? Sigmund Freud’s nephew, Edward Bernays, is typically termed the Father of Public Relations. In the early 1900s, Bernays was so adept at being devious, he sold an entire war ― World War I ― to a nation. The U.S. populace believed the erroneous claims ― originating from Bernays, and those of his ilk ― this conflict would “Make the World Safe for Democracy.” We now realize such was a lie, and approximately 120,000 Americans ― suckered by Edward’s scheme ― died as a result.
In 1928, Bernays published Propaganda ― a book outlining his method for swindling anyone into buying anything, whether it be war or used toilet paper. According to Eduardo, the population was too stupid to know what was best for them, and couldn’t make prudent decisions. Akin to an ignorant child, it was imperative the public allow the powerful elite ― people who controlled with cash ― to decide what was best for all.
From the pages of Propaganda:
The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.
We are governed, our minds molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. […]
It might be better to have, instead of propaganda and special pleading, committees of wise men who would choose our rulers, dictate our conduct, private and public, and decide upon the best types of clothes for us to wear and the best kinds of food for us to eat. […]
As civilization has become more complex, and as the need for invisible government has been increasingly demonstrated, the technical means have been invented and developed by which opinion may be regimented.
Since we’re told the United States is a democracy ― and such denotes government by the people ― Edward is full of shit.
Unlike prior coercive efforts, Bernays didn’t believe in bludgeoning consumers with hard-nosed tactics ― “You must buy this product, or else―!” Rather, Edward used the more wily method of making folks feel inadequate if they didn’t have what he was selling. Thus, manipulating individuals into thinking their lives were incomplete unless they spent rent money on a down payment for a $50,000 watch. A watch, no less, thieves in a number of Third World nations, would amputate one’s hand in order to obtain.
Using Bernays’ tactics, marketing and public relations companies have persuaded the population into financial slavery, and governments have sold us all on wars that murder our species in droves. Thanks to Eddie, countless men and women have been slaughtered, duped into believing they’re donning fatigues and killing innocent civilians for a moral cause.
See that genetically modified meal in front of you? Of course you do, as a majority of food sold in United States grocery stores contain GMOs ― thought to cause life-threatening afflictions. You can thank Edward for that, as well, since marketing methods employed by corporations like Monsanto ― which produce genetically-modified organisms ― are inspired by the work of Mr. Bernays.
You can also express gratitude to Edward for the fluoride in toothpaste, since he organized an advertising campaign to sell the U.S. public on this substance. It’s a matter of record fluoride ― a derivative of the poisonous gas fluorine ― is dangerous to humans in anything but trace amounts. Why, then, are we ingesting copious quantities of it through our daily dental routines, as well as the water we drink? That’s correct. America is one of the few remaining countries still fluoridating its public drinking water — a procedure many believe was undertaken by Nazi Germany, in order to pacify its populace to make them more docile and pliable.
Hence, I say, “Fuck you, Edward Bernays.”
Oh, yeah. The bacon and eggs thing? During the 1950s, Bernays was hired by the Beech-Nut Packing Company to increase bacon sales. Ed created a campaign, informing the public, doctors overwhelmingly agreed a substantial breakfast of bacon and eggs was beneficial.
And all this time you believed you were thinking for yourself.
Sources:
Books:
Bernays, Edward; Miller, Mark Crispin. (1928, 2005). Propaganda. Ig Publishing. ISBN: 9780970312594
Movies:
Genetic Roulette: The Gamble of Our Lives. Dir. Jeffrey M. Smith. DVD, 2012. ISBN: 978-0-98526-510-6
The World According to Monsanto. Dir. Marie-Monique Robin. Perfs. David Carpenter, Dr. Samuel Epstein. DVD, 2008. ISBN: 978-0-9729665-9-7
Online Movies:
Fluoride:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toU3qIR8xgw
Genetic Roulette: The Gamble of Our Lives:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-WUsaASEkc
Stuff They Don't Want You to Know: Edward Bernays:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=druOAHVKHCQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQZFTbPh4jM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSPRKL0xzVg
The World According to Monsanto:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6_DbVdVo-k
To Sell a War:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaR1YBR5g6U
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