Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Will Get Fooled Again

The rabbit hole is deep. Magic is not magick. It is manipulation. It is illusion. Your participation is delusion. Evil paints with lies. Lies made to glow like televisions and fire. We sleep through the nightmare in the making. We laugh at our own demise. Our evolution mutated by lies. Fooled time and time again like a dog and a fake stick toss. Black, white, grey or rainbow we are imprisoned in this prism, spectators of this spectrum. Children in awe of this spectacle. Time to grow up and be the individual greatness that God made you to be. The collective sucks off your life force as vampire and parasites do. The magic is in your own empowerment. Quit the club, be the club. A club of one. You. If the TV asks you to feel... to react... Do not. Wait. Watch. Investigate. Look for the strings. Look behind the curtain. 


Put head phones on and listen closely so you will hear William Guy Carr's
explanation of the Satanic secret World Conspiracy....








http://youtu.be/QxUC7LB1TmU

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Lights Camera Propaganda....

Many of the mass shootings are drills staged with actors, stage props, a video crew by Homeland Security. They plan the event and have everyone role play as a paid gig and sign waiver forms. They then edit the video and bounce it off satellites as the truth. The goal is gun confiscation so the same crazed lunatics that staged 911 and have been your Lords for 50 years in this country can cement their rule.

These pictures are from the Colorado event. Actors giggling their way through their parts and of course sandwiches.The same actors are used over and over again and have been filmed at many events including Occupy events so the gullible TV watchers who think their TV IS REALITY WILL SUPPORT THEIR OWN ENSLAVEMENT.

The idiot TV watchers were told all this would happen in the books they read in High School, Brave New World and 1984. This same drill was used in Giffords and Columbine.

Smiling actors copping a paycheck for playing victims in mass shooting drills. Fotoforensics says the bat on the shirt was photoshopped in. Why?  See links bottom of series.

Mass Casualty Exercise at Community

 College of Aurora in Colorado




Shooting in aurora movies people shot


some of the drill actors don't take the shooting seriously because they know it is a drill and stroll leisurely from the theater....






Sandwiches will be served.

NOTE: I believe Ed Chiarini is working for some sort of opposition and the plan is to combine fact and fiction to put pressure on those who are perpetrating this fraud.... the term is plausible deniability but when he proves fraud that is what matters...please dismiss the instances when it seems quite wrong because I have the feeling that is how this power struggle between agencies has to work.


MORE CRAPPY ACTING





Note on the younger left the girl's lipstick is spread "round" reshaping her actual lips. Note her teeth, eyes, eyebrows and she is of the same family involved in the other "theater"....watch the videos below to learn more. Click on pics to view larger.  In the video they use a cutaway video camera in a one camera shoot showing that that alone is a violation of journalist ethics. Ever see Broadcast news? By all indication this news segment was shot at different points in time. Maybe even before.

These actors are even given jobs in Government to carry on the scam which is all about confiscating guns and leaving America as unprotected as The Russians, Germans and Chinese were to Stalin, Hitler and Mao who removed their guns right before slaughtering millions.


police audio at above link paints a different picture...

some people are just crappy actors, don't worry we will edit that out.



Speaking of crappy actors....

The President questioned about using fake news and no denial... hmmmmmmmmmm.....




these two men may not be the same person but the shooter picture and the man on the right look awfully similar and doesn't the idea that this small group of actors seem just a bit coincidental to a striking resemblance?  2:45 in to video....
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VIDEO SHOWS NO BLOOD....

www.wellaware1.com

60 Minutes covers fake news?



now think one layer deeper….
is palestine faking news about Israel or
Is Israel faking news about Palestine faking news about Israel?
Israel are the ones that go by the motto
“By deception we shall do war.”


Jay Pharoah's Career from Saturday Night Live is about to Soar to Will Smith levels, this is how it works in the Luciferian Syndicate....


Also possible these are LOOKALIKES but don't be mistaken... Lookalikes was not accidental then.... That is to sew division in the truth community.... and look for Pharoahs career to skyrocket anyway....

Lookalike of Tom Cruise or Tom Cruise?








So was she a real nurse who was asked to lie, an actor who was going to talk, an agent they faked a death of or some variation.... coincidences are by the dozens on this travesty of justice..... the odds don't roll like this...


PROOF of PHOTOSHOP on pictures...
http://fotoforensics.com/analysis.php?id=a04c6e7129e3deca5a2b0028e3ca41cecabec05c.195919




1995 Holder talks about "brainwashing" kids against guns in the coming years...




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Army Hires Actors For Live Combat Drills





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TermAcronymDefinition


Atop
ActorActors are typically volunteer personnel whose responsibility it is to simulate a specific role in an exercise. Actors are vital to creating a realistic scenario and can play a variety of roles. For example, actors can simulate victims of a disaster, be civilians receiving prophylaxis, or friends and family of victims.

Actor BriefingAn actor briefing is generally conducted the morning of the exercise and provides actors with an overview of the exercise (e.g., schedule, safety information, actual emergency instructions, role and responsibilities, and acting instructions). Identification badges and/or symptomology cards should be distributed before or during this briefing. If moulage is to be applied to actors, it should be completed before the briefing. Actor instructions or identification tags tell volunteers about any special considerations about the exercise.

After Action ConferenceAs soon as possible after completion of the draft After Action Report (AAR), the lead evaluator, members of the evaluation team, and other members of the exercise planning team should conduct an After Action Conference to present, discuss, and refine the draft AAR, and to develop an Improvement Plan (IP). This conference is a chance to present the AAR to participating jurisdictions/organizations in order to solicit feedback and make necessary changes. A list of corrective actions should be generated identifying what will be done to address the recommendations, who (what agency or person) is responsible, and the timeframe for implementation.

After Action Report / Improvement PlanAAR/IPThe main product of the Evaluation and Improvement Planning process is the AAR/IP. The AAR/IP has two components: an AAR, which captures observations of an exercise and makes recommendations for post-exercise improvements; and an IP, which identifies specific corrective actions, assigns them to responsible parties, and establishes targets for their completion. The lead evaluator and the exercise planning team draft the AAR and submit it to conference participants prior to the After Action Conference. The draft AAR is completed first and distributed to conference participants for review no more than 30 days after exercise conduct. The final AAR/IP is an outcome of the After Action Conference and should be disseminated to participants no more than 60 days after exercise conduct. Even though the AAR and IP are developed through different processes and perform distinct functions, the final AAR and IP should always be printed and distributed jointly as a single AAR/IP following an exercise.

Agent Fact SheetThe Agent/Source Fact Sheet contains specific information regarding the scenario agent or radiological source used in an exercise (e.g., anthrax, smallpox, cesium). Fact sheets might include properties, symptoms, effects, lethality, transmissibility, decontamination, or prophylaxis methods. (Note: In a radiological scenario, it is not an agent, it is a “source.”)
The Family of Actors who also happen to be filthy rich and owners of media....








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Friday, July 20, 2012

WorldWorm Is Hiring!


Jesus Christ Emily I told you we didn't have time for a quickie before my interview.... It's going to take hours to get this knot out!


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We find women are good with this and men who are really women. Typical situation is a blogger posts something we don’t like at WorldWorm The New World Order Luciferian Mind Control Outsourcing Center and we will have one or two of our veteran agents respond immediately and then our staff will put our minds together to use hundreds of years of Freudian/ Tavistock Institute Education derived from our lab of people and children in cages and come up with a reply. We will work in teams much like hyenas do.
The object is to get those who are lurking at the blog, regular people to be confused and choose our side in any debate. Which is easier than you think because although the minority opinion is proven out century after century to be the right one, being that it is emanating from an actual soul, we the technological majority team hive mind will make sure it is more popular to choose the majority opinion. Using psychology that has worked at recess on the playground for hundreds of years our bully mentoring program will allow you to grow with the company, share in military contracting perks like student loans, local YMCA discounts, Obamacare, and the feeling you are somebody.
Our age old strategy of finding a Guru in trouble with the law and promoting them to the top of the mountain has worked to be the perfect way to control the message the TV programmed two dimensional mind numb will surrender their common sense to. This will make your job easier to send them to fictional propaganda prepared by our Transhumanist team of Mind rapists.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Be The Truth...


ZAP!!!!!!!




I don't necessarily have to know whether Freeman is a regular guy or an agent to learn from his work.... all information needs to be demonstrated and tested in your own life to find its connection to what feels like truth.... Many of these concepts help me make my point...








"I see dead people"

The child in the movie-- The 6th Sense is the perfect metaphor for those of us who have researched enough to see what we perceive to be the enemy.... or maybe we just have a gift to see or feel what would make a dog's hair stand on end....

whether the enemy is knowing --- or people programmed and repeating the mantras and brainwashing of the enemy--- UNKNOWINGLY....

So many people starry eyed are childlike in their following and repeating of what is the programming of Luciferianism....

One who opposes this cannot reach people by being nice..."nice" is one of the weapons they are numbed and blinded by.... there is no place for nice when someone is in a trance....

Trances are broken with cold buckets of water and brutal truth, shouting, a slap in the face.... shaking....

seen that a few times in the movies?

a real man or woman is human.... not in a trance of any religion but fully awake.... a person who feels every emotion.... nice, anger, love, hate. laughter, sadness, jealousy...etc.

That is human... That is normal...

A real man pays attention to his instincts and knows not to trust strangers who approach his home and family....

The dog growls...

ANYTHING that is attached to science or religion or new age subversion that seeks to project their perceptions onto a human in order to control it and label it, lure it into a trap and use human emotions as a control grid but couching it in all sorts of ritual of light and sound and hypnosis.... are doing exactly that....

If those of us who oppose that perception of hypnosis whether you are the hypnotist or the hypnotized -- we will try to snap you out of it....

A con man is a hypnotist....

Con games are psychology....

Psychology can be a form of hypnosis or use hypnosis and it can be used to "game" any system....

Prosecuting attorneys use "experts" --Psychologists-- who sit in a room for an hour with their subject and essentially project their labels onto a person to label and control....

to the easily suggestible they can make them a willing participant in their own control by diagnosing them and then medicating... "depression"  as a diagnosis becomes a reason for behavior as if it is an abberation of humanity to be down.... and not natural.... and the label becomes an invisible leash the con artist... the hypnotist... the "professional" then leads the subject... the mark... with....

Anger gets labeled as mental illness... or as "Hate"....

The expert witness then sits in a room all designed around psychology and hypnosis to make the jury believe the ritual....

The Judge in black robe like a Wizard sits above everyone....

The two sides are like the flippers on a pinball machine...

they pop the ball back into a certain narrow game area.... maybe 20 degrees of the 360 degrees possible....

I know I am beginning to have an effect because I see these tricks and labels being used on me....

using words like mean or hateful to describe me...

let me be clear.... I am in the process of shaking people out of their trances so forget about me being nice... if I sense nice is the best route... I will use nice.... nice is usually the best way to reach someone who is acting violently to get them to stop being violent..... sometimes violence is best met with violence but only after reason fails after exhaustive attempts...

but this new age luciferianism is a trance.... this tranquil belief of being of higher consciousness is a trap... an illusion that is kidnapping humanity from being human....

I rather spend the day with the farmer who has no time for such nonsense because his day is full of needing his mind to do his job correctly.....

But the farmer is being replaced by machines and corporations and these real men who are angry for having their world stolen from them--become depressed and disillusioned, and where possible they will be met by the "authorities with anger management courses and "retraining" and medication and psychologists to accept the NEW WORLD....

The Death panels in the healthcare bill will eventually decide millions are better off dead....

This psychology has been groomed for at least a hundred years to control every aspect of humanity and to control, con, game... lead... hypnotize, categorize....

Why do I choose to use my real name, real pictures, real videos and real life, and every human emotion I have?

Because I am trying to remind humanity what it is like to be human....to not be ashamed of being flawed.... emotional.... but demonstrate which emotion is actually normal for the situation...and to admit fully.... not all emotional reactions are always what we want in retrospect but to know is human and normal...

When I see the slick use of fake names, fake pictures, and fake words designed to subvert.... I get angry because I know the lie has come to do battle.... to try and subvert like the snake in the grass....

Trillions of dollars paid mad scientists to keep people in cages in underground labs in order to perfect this transhumanistic world...




Stop and think about a person you have known that excelled in mind games or manipulation.... whether they learned it from their parents or it comes from some other source-- think about how it made you angry to know he or she was manipulating you or someone you loved....

Personally I became a better person when i was made aware of my own manipulation and used my own flaws to learn by and teach by.... You may need to make your own mistakes but this paragrapgh may be the seed that makes you recognize your own behavior...

We have schools teaching this, military, cops, religions --controllers-- where the "officials or authority figure is trained in ritual to do what hypnosis or trance does.... repetition....

how do we drive and not remember driving?

repetition... we have driven so many times it is unconscious...

this is a perfect example of what people are now... walking down the street staring at cell phones... listening to music....

linguistic neural programming....

Stepford people....



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_byfPNoKAo

people using fake names and pics.... what are you afraid of? You have been trained to be afraid by the same hypnotists but THEY have your IP address.... they know exactly who you are....

and the doublethink of saying you are hiding from the stalkers who were also groomed assassins by our controllers when anyone who gets this technology knows they can track your IP if they want....

People get angry when someone insults their fake name and picture?

How retarded is that?

Why bother to have an opinion if you aren't willing to stand behind it as you?

why because you are fearful.... your head is full of "maybe someone will seek retribution" and "but what if....?"

What's the difference between a backstabber and one who attacks from behind a fake name and picture....?

and then add the fact that most of these fake names and pictures are agents trained to try and get certain reactions....

God they hate real whistleblowers....

If you are a paid troll, quit your snake job....

If you aren't.... and you are in a trance repeating Luciferian Age of Aquarius "enlightenment" because you think you are of a higher conscience than the farmer working on his tractor and listening to country music...

SNAP OUT OF IT....

Because he is human and you are hypnotically following a script designed to numb you of natural emotions and turn you into a hive minded zombie of such passiveness, you will eventually serve no purpose and be easy to eliminate.... all your natural survival instincts surrendered to the idea that you are nicer and of a higher mind....about as judgmental as a poser can cluelessly become.... Self awareness removed by the false suggestion you are more aware....

The truth is the farmer busting his ass in the dirt.... everything about his day and exhaustive sleep is reality.... is true humanity.... tilling the soil, planting, growing, harvesting, milking, fixing, scraping knuckles... engaged with nature, hard work, real hunger, real sweat, nothing easy or given... all worked for and earned...

and if you want to be a truther then you have to BE the truth....

fear and all...

Friday, July 13, 2012

Extra Extra!


I have written professionally here and there through the years. This paper talked highly of my writing style. Always interested in a paid gig.


















Sunday, July 8, 2012

Shekeling the Comedian...





Neo, what about Jesus and taxes – any words of wisdom




MK
it was like this
Jesus walked into the temple
JESUS: Prepare to meet your maker Usury Boys!
Then he pulled out some nunchucks and went all Bruce Lee on their asses.




There is of course a new age version of the story that says he went all Jackie Chan on their asses but I was raised Catholic and we were taught he invoked the name of Bruce Lee…
some say that is impossible because Bruce Lee wasn’t born yet…. same thing they say about all the sun god, son of god disinfo….
God and Jesus were great writers and huge fans of the Green hornet…. there is a version of the bible that says he used whips…
but think about it… would Jesus use whips when he could use nunchucks?
I rest my case….


Neo, what about Jesus and taxes – any words of wisdom
Comment by mkddachs on July 9, 2012 @ 3:35 am
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I can prove taxes exist, can you prove Jesus exists?
LMAO
Neo




Jesus: Let me get this straight….
Judas: We make them buy or trade whatever wealth they have for the half shekel so they can pay the tax…
Jesus. You’re shittin’ me?
Judas: nope, and they do it here at the temple…
Jesus: Fucking bastards…
Judas: yep, trade your wealth just for the chance to buy a coin to pay a tax…. heard somewhere they will be getting away with this sort of scam for another couple thousand years until some dude name of Drake gets some of the guys together over the weekend and puts a redlight to it…
Jesus: A redlight? What’s that?
Judas: It’s the opposite of a green light…
Jesus… oh okay… I get it… um…. no I don’t…. explain….
Judas: Greenlight means go and redlight means stop…
Jesus: oh you mean like traffic lights?
Judas: What’s a traffic light?
Jesus: it’s how we will keep cars from running into each other in a couple thousand years…
Judas: What’s a car…
Jesus: Like a chariot without a horse…. runs on gasoline…
Judas: gotcha…what’s gasoline?
Jesus: sort of like the oil we use on our torches… we use it for a combustion engine…
Judas: Gotcha… what’s a combustion engine…?
Jesus: google wikilinks…
Judas: Ok… what’s wikilinks?
Jesus: Just google it… they explain stuff… sometimes they put bullshit up though so you may want to cross reference with other links on google…
Judas: gotcha… what’s google?
Jesus: NSA data mining mind control operation run by the money changers…
Judas: is this future shit?
Jesus: Oh yeah forgot you are 3D… so what’s up with the Jews?
Judas: They like money…. a LOT…
Jesus: that’s got to be a generalization right?
Judas: well just make sure you never repeat what I just said out loud or you will be labeled an anti-semite…
Jesus: What is that?
Judas: some sort of unwritten law…sort of a way of shunning… branding…. shaming people for not liking Jews very much….
Jesus: Gotcha… why don’t people like them very much?
Judas: because you got to give them all your money to barely survive…
Jesus: oh…gotcha…
Judas: Just make sure you keep that to yourself or the ADL will make your life a living hell…
Jesus: ADL?
Judas: AD Hell…
Jesus: Okay so explain it to me again…. why do I have to like Jews again?
Judas: If you don’t they will make your life miserable…
Jesus: They really have that kind of power…?
Judas: They will tell you they don’t…
Jesus: huh…weird… great mind fuck….
Judas: You have no idea… They even claim you as theirs later…
Jesus: How so?
Judas: Must we talk religion?
Jesus: We could talk politics….
Judas: Heard Brutus might stab Caesar in the back….
Jesus: I heard the same about you and me…
Judas: Hey you wrote the book I’m just an actor…
Jesus: Well, let’s end this here today… go grab my nunchucks out of the car… I mean the donkey…
Judas: you mean your whip?
Jesus: no I mean the nunchucks…. I am going Jackie Chan on those money changing bastards…
Judas: Love that guy, that dude practically walks on water…
Jesus: he choreographs all his own stunts…
Judas: you sure you want to do this Jesus…. The Jews don’t get mad they get even…
Jesus: I guess that’s a cross I will have to bare…

Thursday, July 5, 2012

The Hopeful Hopers...


Tomorrow we will greenlight hope for everyone...






The Hopeful Hopers of Goodness Gracious by Geno Kalmes

Once upon a time in the land of Goodness Gracious there lived a people who thought themselves so “one” with the spirit of goodness that they didn't own anything due to the fact every evil criminal on the planet targeted the good people of Goodness Gracious.

Goodness Gracious even had a militia that trained night and day and weekends well that is when they weren't in the factory on the assembly line helping assemble the very guns pointed at the Land of Goodness Gracious. Guns that said pay the complete taxes due to your overlords or be locked in a metal box and forced to make license plates.

More than half their salary went to their overlords. This wasn't counting the tax on their vehicles, petrol, food, and homes. Most were so broke before their next pay check they borrowed on the next paycheck and paid interest on the loan that made it certain they could never ever be “current” in their payments.

Many were on food stamps that allowed them to buy genetically modified foods that made them sick and have to see Doctors who charged them even more money and even jabbed them with needles to make them even sicker.

When they weren't at work they usually sat inside their houses watching an electronic box with movies that told them they could be anything they wanted if they just “hoped” hard enough. In the movies the person sometimes got what they hoped for and other times met a horrific death and the movie ended making people feel sad.

In fact 9 out of 10 movies had bad sad endings which made that one movie where the character...fictional of course.... got everything he wished for.

Then there was a lottery so 1 in a billion could win everything they wished for after 65% in taxes and winnings spread over 20 years.

But the good people of Goodness Gracious still saw this as a good deal because they “hoped” harder than any hopeful bunch of hopers a world of hope could ever hope for.

The militia was ex military who were lucky enough not to die who watched army movies where the small band of men died saving the town for future generations to live and work in factories assembling the guns that were pointed back at themselves by the evil overlords.

The militia loved how the electronic flag waved on the screen at the final scene at the all white funeral. Tears streamed down the faces of the people on the screen and on the couch. The movie made them think they had to die so others could live to build and assemble guns that would point at their children in the future and tax them into constant stress and worry which amazingly didn't bother them much because the good people of Goodness Gracious also had a blog where they all wrote about hopeful stuff.

The man who ran the blog claimed to know magical people out in space and under ground and invisible beings who would help them be free of the evil overlords if they would just hope hard enough and all the good hopers had no problem hoping because they were the best darn hopers a world of hope could ever hope for. They were proud to be so hopeful and really annoyed at this one guy who kept saying wake up dumbfucks, your eating a shit sandwich and asking for more scrumptious shit – all the while wasting your time listening to con men who work for the evil overlords. But the hopeful hopers of Goodness Gracious not only hoped that wasn't true they willed it not to be true because they were glass half full hopers and they detected sincerity in masterbloggers voice when he talked on the radio with Lady Maybetomorrow and FreedomPromiser Jimbo....

Each day the good people of goodness Gracious would go back to work and come home and watch a movie about an army who died bravely fighting a bigger army and cry and feel proud to be the kind of people who practiced in their free time being an army willing to die to preserve the right to be free to work in a factory building weapons the evil overlords pointed at them. The masterblogger told them each night that tomorrow the evil overlords would be gone and each day the hopeful hopers of the most hopeful people who ever populated a world of hope went to work knowing tomorrow there would be hope... always there was hope.... that was the other thing they manufactured in that town... hope.... shiny... worthless invisible hope....

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Planet Asshat


Mom, I need you to western union me some money, I left my wallet
in my other pants in another galaxy... and tell Dad to watch the Cubs game Friday, I am going to beam up their star pitcher and tank their run for the series... I don't think they ever lost by UFO before... should be hilarious....



Too CLOSE 4 Southern Comfort: The Moon Whore, Drake's Beard and The Ferretfaced Galactic Posse

By Asshat formerly known as Butthead

This is what happened the past 24 hours: I was gathering intel on a CIA-run GirlScout Front called Cookies for Daddy when someone sent me a pic on Spacebook of Drake and a Turnip Creature eating McDonald cashiers at a remote Mickey Ds on route 3 near buttfuck Nowhere Nevada. Drake hugged the Turnip-Being and said, Happy Fathers Day and then got on a Harley and drove off. The Turnip being jumped on a spacepod and vanished over the mountains.

Then I got a text from James Casbolt who said, “wattup Thug?”
I answered, “Notta Homie.”
James texted, “Headup bro, wormhole yellow light.”
I texted back, “TY”

(I looked at the pic again and noted a McOrb by Drake's beard.)

I think a small constellation of man eating chin crabs may have set up shop in Drake's beard. First chance I get I will take a flea bath and Supersize in reverse and go in to have a look see. Pretty sure I will find Drake at Walmart talking up Shantelleniqua the big butted African America Clerk in electronics.

But first things first. I was given a wormhole yellow light and I would need to proceed with caution so I put the pedal to the medal and blew through just as it turned orange and then red. I was safely in the inner outer inny outy of the naval interstellar bellybutton. I cleared the lint from the concave flesh pouch and saw a fleet of incoming snatchwaxers.

Before I could cloak my ass a Venus Flytrap from the Milky Way was straddling me and rubbing her pistol on my pistol.

Ahhhh what the hell I said and grabbed her petals in my hands and drove pollen deep within her throbbing mucus chamber. Then we shared some chronic from the Venus Co-op MM13 and zipped back into Wendover Nevada to The Burger King to grab a couple shakes. Doubt I'll ever see her again but the Snatchwaxers were still hovering over a chemtrail and they looked like they could use a little asshat juice too but I was spent and needed a nap.

I needed rocket fuel and called a contact at the Jet propulsion lab to wire me some petrol but I knew it would not be there until morning so I went to play some 3 card poker at the Peppermill.

The waitress, who was a beautiful Mexican woman asked me if I needed a drink. She looked very familiar but I could not place her in my memory. I ran a face recog on her and found her code name, Lady Beandip who works for a Cabal-run escort service out of L.A., Vegas, Dallas and Phoenix (that is, she is flown out to clients in these cities, commands a $5K a night price, but all are CIA missions or, as a Project Monarch graduate, for use free-of-price by politicians and bankers of the Cabal--- for bankers she comes with a toaster or a waffle iron).

I asked her why a high priced sex slave was working a Wendover Casino and she smiled revealing her fangs, licked her lips and said, “sorry no comprendez?”

Either she was playing it cool or my face recog was on the fritz again. “Fuckin' Radio shack.”

So I ordered a Bud and a shot of tequila, caught the house manipulating the dealing device and told the pit boss telepathically “I can have your license with one phone call.” Suddenly the cards went my way. The pit boss who had one of those perfect heart shaped asses telepathed back, “I'm off at dawn. Room 1313.”

I told him I would be there.

Of course I wouldn't be because although he had a perfect ass I was programmed to muffdive and old school programming is hard to break. I looked across the casino and saw the snatchwaxers were gathered around a Sex in the City slot machine and making feminine cooing noises. I knew I would have to make my exit.

I excused myself and went to cash in my chips and make a call. That's when another familiar face walked by and smiled. I remember her being assigned to a colleague of mine who was at Lockheed-Martin working with new alien tech handed over by the NRO and ONI, acting as a friend of his 19-year-old daughter, she was actually reporting on him and seduced him, and he later vanished once he realized his daughter was 14 and that could get him two days in prison in Utah.

I contacted a former asshat of mine from the ONI days, a double-agent who worked for the same secret escort service but now under a new name, “whore2door” because she had been in Monarch with Lady Lipgloss. I needed to know what she had on her fellow sex slave. My asshat, whom I will call Lady Butterfinger because she knows my favorite candy bar and where I like to eat them.

Just then a tall blond Korean Snatchwaxer walked up and stuck out her hand and I made the huge mistake of shaking it. A carpet shock of about 120 volts ripped through my arm – it felt like a thousand of those little snapdragons kids throw at each other on Independence Day. Thinking quickly I asked myself, “what would Benjamin Fulford do?” I then sucked the static electricity out of my wrist and spit it into a cocktail napkin. The Snatchwaxer, embarrassed looked at her fur boots on the carpet and shrugged. I punched her lights out and headed for the door.

As I passed the Unlucky 7s slot machines I saw Geno Kalmes sweating, shaking amd mumbling profanity as he kept pushing the slot button practically crying. This crackpot monkey had the gamblebug bad. “Fuckin mutter fuckin son of a goddamn cuntmutterfuckinbitch I have lost all my travelin money.” He cursed.

I stopped, put a hand on his machine and zeroed in on the microchip processor and flipped some digits. The next push he hit 250 bucks. When the moron went to hit the button again I took him by the ear, escorted him to the cashiere and then to his car.

I told him do not stop at another casino or I swear I will sick the turnipcreatures on your sorry ass. He looked at me and shamefully whispered, “who are you?” I told him we have been laughing at you for 51 years but your Truman show has gone into hyper unfunny reruns.... time to get a real job. I gave him the card of a DEA agent I know in California and told him he needed someone to sling dimebags to college kids.

That's when a wormhole opened up and the wormhole attendant asked me, “what floor sir?”

Before I could run the wormhole tongue snapped me up and I was spun through light years and the time space continuum to what I think is the planet David Wilcocks must have come from because everyone there looked like David Wilcocks.

I sat down at an outside cafe in a city that looked like a cross between San Francisco and dubuke Iowa and ordered a plate of Algae and sprouts. The waitress who looked just like David Wilcocks went and got my ice tea from the bartender who looked just like David Wilcocks just then Lady Thongshowing sat down and said, “I’m sorry, they kidnapped my son and made me do it.”

Half a dozen cammo dudes with guns drawn surrounded me, they did not look like David Wilcocks however, no they all looked like a Chinese Sylvester Stallone. Plus an agent in a black suit appeared using teleportation and placed a gun to Lady Thongshowings buttcrack which was also showing. He told me, “Shift out and I will shoot her buttcrack.

I was indeed going to shift to 5D and get the hell out of Dodge which oddly enough was the name of the planet. But I knew he really would shoot her buttcrack and give the boy to a homeless Draco to eat, so I remained still. My curiosity got the best of me as well.

A second suit guy (I hate to use the term “man in black” especially because he was wearing a light blue jump suit and a really gay vest) appeared by my side and slipped a damper collar around my neck — this collar kept my body vibrating at 3D…if I attempted to shift, it would tighten so hard my head would be severed. I know, because I have used the same collar on my mother.


I was ushered away and blindfolded and taken onto a vessel that I am pretty sure was some sort of TR-3, perhaps the E or G Tier 2 model. Google Ford or Chevy and ask a salesman they have all the time in the world.
BTW, there was a small news item about my apprehension:
MID-AFTERNOON SHOCK AND AWE!

Man abducted by military seems real
Customers having lunch at a  Dodge Restaurant were shocked and awed when a military unit of seven heavily armed men who looked like Sylvester Stallone if Sylvester Stallone was Chinese and converged on a couple in the outdoors patio and arrested both. The man was led away in handcuffs and what appeared to be a collar around his neck and the woman with her buttcrack and thong showing was also cuffed.

 When asked about the incident, the public information officer who looked like David Wilcock started crying and sobbing and bawling and gasping and sputtering... we said, “forget it.”

The flight was five minutes but I could have been taken anywhere. I knew wherever we landed, the platform went below ground based on the sound.  Above ground is a hooosh.... below is a woooosh....

I was escorted to a room, hit in the stomach by the butt of a gun, and handcuffed to a barberchair. I sat there for eight hours, never fed or given water, a Geneva Conventon violation if I might say. But the haircut made me look 10years younger.

I promised a tip when I freed my hands, the intergalactic coiffure said he would settle for a kiss. Well, mind you.... I'm not into it but my hands were tied and his kisses tasted like cinnamon and when he blew on my stomache like an adult does to a baby what could I do.... I closed my eyes and did my best to fantasize about Angelie Jolie kissing her brother. When I woke up from my satisfied sleepy nap, The blindfold was taken off and the two suit guys stood there plus an armed guard by the door.

“If you’re going to give me another haircut ” I said, “I expect you buy me dinner first.”

The suits did not have a sense of humor.

“We finally got you,” one said, “Mr. Former White Hat…did you think you could really elude us? Did you really think it would be that easy?”

“You know,” I said, “for a while, I did. But then I decided to let you catch me because I needed a haircut and a bellyblow...boredom does weird things to a super soldier”

“You’re in for a universe of hell, F.W. Hat.”

“Did you just call me F.W. Hat?” I said incredulously. “Who writes the shit that comes out of your chinese looking stallone mouth?”

I didn’t finish because two technicians in lab coats and a tray came in. They took my fingerprints, blood and hair samples, and performed a rectal exam. They told me I should eat more fiber now that I was 40 something.

“We’ll know your true identity soon,” said talky suit chinese stallone looking guy, “and then we’ll grow a few good clones and infiltrate your group of 8 dollar paying MI5 front Ben Fulford blog agents and use such tricky names as Stardweeb66 or Puddlepants1955.”

“Oh while you are there I said, can you tell them my friend Geno is just fucking with them?”

The Chinese Stallone looking guy third from the left said, “That punkass bitch homophobic know it all is already slated for handshake prick poisoning to be carried out by Rabbi Shelman of Berwyn Illinois.”

“How original I said. Don’t you know,” I replied, “Geno is Rothschild DNA and Rockefeller DNA coupled with Kalmes, Barry and Shaquille O'Neal designed to be a shitty free throw shooter and a sleeper agent who will one day be named Prince of Wisconsin.''

They seemed surprised but tried not to, “Funny guy,” said a Stallone Chinese looking guy in a blue jumpsuit with a gay vest.

When the techies left with my DNA, a four star general entered the room, along with a pudgy and short woman with a deep French Canadian accent. I knew her instantly: It was Lady Dragon.

“You have been pain in ass, Former White Hat,” said Lady Dragon.

“”I said, “please....call me asshat.”

“It was only matter of time before we get you,” said the four-star general. who found himself talking like Lady Dragon after a long car ride together.

“And who are you, sir?” I asked. “I would salute you, sir, being former military, but my hands are tied from following protocol.”

“It does not matter my name, asshat,” said the general, “just know I am the one who will give the green light on the mass arrests.” He smiled.

“You are Drake’s Pentagon contact,” I said.

“And we have had that clone spilling the bullshit to the public. And the twits at Fulford spreading it all over the world. A nifty game.”

“What did you do with original? I asked... “I have been looking for an ugly hairy fucker to turn into a floor lamp in my Southern Hillbilly themed d├ęcor in the Florida room in my trailer park beach house.”

“He is safely tucked away,” said Lady Dragon sounding like nails on a blackboard if fingernails had a really horrible Quebec accent.

“A wonderful plan devised by Hillary Clinton and Poppy Bush,” said the general. “You have this sincere-sounding old soldier talking about freedom and mass arrests, he gets the militias worked up, the people pissed off, you keep holding off the arrest dates so they will get so mad they will do it themselves; then you give a green light, arrest a few bankers and congressmen of no great consequence, you ask the militias to head out, and things look fishy, a few planned terrorist attacks, a war brewing in the Middle East, and the President declares martial law, and we move in without none of this Constitutional rights baloney. Riots and civil unrest starts up –”

I had to admit. Only Carl Rove had the brilliance to hatch such a brilliant plan and I knew he had volunteered for guard duty on planet 8 year old boy in the pedo galaxy of prepubesctatron.

“who is your brain trust on this one?” I asked.

“We thought of it ourselves.” He said proudly.

“And then Project Strawman and Op 7/11 Slurpybrainfreeze goes green light,” I said, feeling defeated.

He smiled broadly. “You are looking at the man who has the codes to activate millions of clones out there: women, children, men of all stripe and strata. This was Hilary’s design, the bitch has some brains.”

“And a fat ass,” Lady Dragon chortled.

We all laughed because Hillary fat ass jokes are funny no matter what side you are on.

TO BE CONTINUED....