The Silence of Voices: The Tragic Deaths of 9/11 Witnesses


Why do these people keep dying?  Sometimes when the truth is right in front of your eyes, we fail to recognize it.

The statistical odds of the following data becoming a coincidental positive correlation becomes astronomically improbable and thus is a self-evident truth that conspiracy fact is the probable answer.  The voices of those that can persuade a population is a fear that tyrannical officials in power have always had, since there are more of us then them.  Unfortunately with the pre-planned placement of FEMA camps around the USA, the of repealing Posse Comitatus ( see Posse Comitatus Act), Militarization of our Police forces, Private Militia’s used by a Government, and other unconstitutional violations have become the status quo with our form of governance, and this makes it easier to subdue any protest by anyone who does not go along with the “official” government agenda.  Very scary since the history of our world dictators have used this method for centuries.  Think lately on what North Korea has done. (see North Korea confirms Kim Jong Un’s uncle executed for alleged coup), and what is even worse is the execution of a former girlfriend being accused by the state of pornography, (other evidence shows that the singer had possession of a bible, and the relationship was disapproved by the leader’s father).  ( see Ex-girlfriend of North Korean leader Kim Jong Un executed by firing )

The price of freedom is great.  Something that many citizens are taking for granted these days.

 

OWNtheNWO excerpts

“If we don’t get answers to what went wrong, there will be a next time. And instead of 3,000 dead, it will be 10,000. What will Congress do then?” ~ 9/11 Family Victims Advocate, Beverly Eckert.

Beverly met with Obama in 2009 at the White House asking him to open a new 9/11 investigation, Obama shook her hand on TV, then sent her on a ‘complimentary’ flight to Buffalo to celebrate her late husband’s (killed in the North Tower) 58th Birthday. Her airplane crashed just 6 days after meeting with Obama, Beverly Eckert was forever silenced.

Beverly Eckert — 9/11 Widow, Earwitness to an explosion in the Towers, Refused hush money

The crash of Continental Express flight 3407 has brought tragedy to the friends and family of all 50 victims. But for one family, grief has struck for a second time.

Relatives of Beverly Eckert, whose husband died in the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, say she was aboard the Buffalo, N.Y.-bound flight when it crashed in Clarence Center, N.Y.

Eckert was a WTC explosion earwitness:

“I heard him say, ‘I love you,’ then I heard a terrible explosion and a roaring sound,” Eckert told The Stamford Advocate. “It sounded like Niagara Falls. I knew without seeing that he was gone.” […]

The plane was flying with no troubles at one point, but then it suddenly started pitching wildly. The slick media ‘experts’ claimed it was due to ice, yet the plane had powerful de-icing systems.

Also, why the FBI presence at the crash scene? The FBI is only supposed to look into cases where there is a chance of foul play involved. They said that foul play was ruled out, yet their presence proves otherwise.

This suggests that they knew there was foul play and that their only purpose at the scene was to cover up said foul play. The investigator in the forensics recovery efforts  was the same man who led the forensics recovery efforts for Flight 93 in Shanksville.

This man was a FEMA operative who had worked with the UN on cases like the crash of Egyptian Airlines 990 (Another black-op). Was he considered a “safe pair of hands” for dealing with something like this?

There are many problems with the Flight 3407 Crash.

Eckert had met Obama the week before the crash. Did she start asking the wrong questions?

List of mysterious deaths of witnesses:

WHO KNEW TOO MUCH? See Video

Documented Death Accounts to date:

Barry Jennings (Eyewitness to explosions and bodies inside WTC7) — Undisclosed causes

Kenneth Johannemann (Eyewitness to explosions inside WTC, Saw no airplanes hit but just saw “floors blow up”) — Gunshot to the head, ruled a suicide

Beverly Eckert (Wife of 9/11 WTC Victim, Earwitness to WTC Explosion, Refused hush money) — Airplane crash

Prasanna Kalahasthi (Wife of 9/11 “Flight 11 Passenger”) — Suicide by hanging

David Graham (Dentist who saw three of the 9/11 Hijackers with Pakistani businessman in Shreveport, Louisiana) — Murdered (Poisoned with anti-freeze)

Paul Smith (Pilot of WABC7′s 9/11 “International Shot” Chopper) — Car accident

Michael H. Doran (9/11 Victims Lawyer) — Airplane crash

Bertha Champagne (Longtime babysitter for Marvin Bush’s family) — Crushed by a car

Christopher Landis (Former Operations Manager for Safety Service Patrol for the Virginia Department of Transportation, Interviewed by makers of “The Pentacon”, Gave makers of “The Pentacon” a photo collection, Involved in the response to the Pentagon attack) — Suicide

John P. O’Neill (FBI Counter-terrorism expert, Obsessed with catching Osama Bin Laden, Suspected Clinton/Bush/FBI complicity in the cover-up and protection of Bin Laden) — Died in the WTC on 9/11

Deborah Palfrey (Ran an escort service that had 911 Perps on it’s list) — Suicide by hanging

David Wherley (US General who ordered fighter jets to scramble on 9/11) — Train crash

Un-named Ticket Agent (Boston Logan Ticket Agent who checked Atta and Alomari) — Suicide

Suzanne Jovin (Yale Student who had a thesis about Osama Bin Laden, Her thesis adviser was an intelligence operative) — Murdered (Killer unknown)

Perry Kucinich (Brother of Congressman who advocated new 9/11 investigation) — Fell down

Salvatore Princiotta (9/11 FDNY Firefighter from Ladder 9) — Murdered

Ezra Harel (Chairman of the Israeli Company That Handled Security For All 9/11 Airports) — Heart attack

Bruce Ivins (Patsy in the 9/11-linked “Anthrax” Case) — Drug overdose

http://www.american-buddha.com/911.deadwitnesses.htm

Read her full statement entitled “MY SILENCE CANNOT BE BOUGHT”

http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/news/nation/2009-02-13-eckert-opinion_N.htm

My Silence Cannot Be Bought By Beverly Eckert This piece by Beverly Eckert was originally published on Friday, December 19, 2003, and ran on the Opinion page.

I’ve chosen to go to court rather than accept a payoff from the 9/11 victims compensation fund. Instead, I want to know what went so wrong with our intelligence and security systems that a band of religious fanatics was able to turn four U.S passenger jets into an enemy force, attack our cities and kill 3,000 civilians with terrifying ease. I want to know why two 110-story skyscrapers collapsed in less than two hours and why escape and rescue options were so limited.

I am suing because unlike other investigative avenues, including congressional hearings and the 9/11 commission, my lawsuit requires all testimony be given under oath and fully uses powers to compel evidence.

The victims fund was not created in a spirit of compassion. Rather, it was a tacit acknowledgement by Congress that it tampered with our civil justice system in an unprecedented way. Lawmakers capped the liability of the airlines at the behest of lobbyists who descended on Washington while the Sept. 11 fires still smoldered.

And this liability cap protects not just the airlines, but also World Trade Center builders, safety engineers and other defendants.

The caps on liability have consequences for those who want to sue to shed light on the mistakes of 9/11. It means the playing field is tilted steeply in favor of those who need to be held accountable. With the financial consequences other than insurance proceeds removed, there is no incentive for those whose negligence contributed to the death toll to acknowledge their failings or implement reforms. They can afford to deny culpability and play a waiting game.

By suing, I’ve forfeited the “$1.8 million average award” for a death claim I could have collected under the fund. Nor do I have any illusions about winning money in my suit. What I do know is I owe it to my husband, whose death I believe could have been avoided, to see that all of those responsible are held accountable. If we don’t get answers to what went wrong, there will be a next time. And instead of 3,000 dead, it will be 10,000. What will Congress do then?

So I say to Congress, big business and everyone who conspired to divert attention from government and private-sector failures: My husband’s life was priceless, and I will not let his death be meaningless. My silence cannot be bought.

On Commiseration


There are many examples that show the multitude of emotional illustrations in a life lived that can impact us on profound levels.  There are happy times and sad times in most of our lives as well as everything in between that spectrum, but for many others there is an experience with this world that is detestable.  Tragedy and good fortune comprise episodes in many of our lives to different levels and in different degrees.  I cannot even fathom the pain experienced by those that have suffered a far greater fate in their lives than my own limited experience with this world.

I would like to tell a story that has no woes, sorrows or pain.  But to enjoy and appreciate the good things in life, it is important that one must know the meaning of sorrow, pain and woe.  If one truly understands what it is to be sorrowful; feeling pain and feeling what can be a miserable state of being will indeed codify the elements of what it means to be down and conversely amplify our experience of what it means to be up.

Taking into consideration those times that we have all experienced, taking into account the disappointments we have felt, and the confrontations that we find on many occasions can bring us to resist these challenges and fight even harder for the goals we wish to excel in, or they may put these dreams to rest altogether.  Depending on the individual circumstances, our coping skills will ultimately effectuate a role, that will be a determiner of our fate.  The power of our emotional connection to the goals we wish to pursue is a duel edged sword.  On the one hand a cut received may lead us to sharpen our resolve and perform beyond our own expectations to find a desired result in further attempts, or on the other hand the cut received may just be the last injury we face before we emotionally implode and extinguish the desire to move forward.

A network of good friends would be a huge recommendation for ones emotional arsenal in any prevailing troublesome time.  Not the kind of friends that are there when you are up, but those that are there for you when you are down as well.

Many stories are filled with triumphs, and defeats under the human condition that we are all part of.  For each story there resides a meaning felt more by those whose shared affinities connect them both together.  For all of the stories that are told to us, there also will follow commentary and advise on such matters.  That may be true for most of the western world, but in many instances there are forces that prey on the less fortunate in other parts of the world, and we cannot even come close to identify with.

Troubles in the World


Troubles in the World

One day I was thinking ‘bout the troubles in the world
And how it would be without all those nasty quarrels
People helping people, and putting aside their different hero’s
But then I look around and see apathetic eyes
not much of a concern to my very own surprise
How can it be that I don’t see a better life
What can I do to end all this mortal strife
Where have we come from and where shall we all go
When will I see a better life
Well some of these questions are hard to answer, what do you know
An important human problem and it really shows
I guess most of these solutions just might be hidden in prose
Held by wise of the globe
and there’s only a few of those
So I looked around, what did I find,
A never-ending task and journey through time
Oh lord I’ve found a way but I’m still not quite at home
I know it’s not exactly where, but only how you go
I’ve only learned a few things, There’s still so much to know
When will I see a better life

Mardi, Novembre 4, 1986
words and music: DCG

The world can be a very troublesome thing.  An elite globalist agenda, progressive generations of dehumanized youths born into a world heading towards servitude, poverty of mind, spirit and body facing worldwide epidemic proportions with the souls of many in the hands of a few.  I wrote the song above 27 years ago and sadly have found the world is operating in a similar construct if not in an accelerated form from the words that was penned so long ago.

The sorrows felt from a lifetime of observations run deep in the soul’s of those who have suffered personal losses, angst, losses of faith, and loneliness by the side of atrocities committed in the ages of man.  It goes beyond comprehension for some who have never truly reflected upon their losses, or have not the courage to look at their situations in an honest way.  Tis it better to avoid a confrontation with the unpleasant life truths we choose to deny or that we do not hold any agents or brokers of governance accountable to these ideas and we just tolerate them?  Is it better to live in denial; is ignorance closer to being blissful?  Can one truly escape the realities that each of us face if we ignore, reject or dismiss the cruelties of these crimes upon humanity?

Is this the direction my mind must make?  I cannot shut off the streams of information that flood me everyday with the rot and stench of a humanity heading for tyranny and ruin.  It is as if I am the beacon for such calamity, and this places me in a perpetual unrest as I see the world around me.  In my studies I have found peace to mitigate these evil acknowledgements and has directed me towards the truly loving natures of being human.  The compassion, benevolence, and generosity of citizens is being systematically eviscerated from a corruption of a materialism that has spread like a cultural pathosis around the world.

A compelling book and documentary (with its share of flaws), started me off again on my rants this weekend.  The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism is a 2007 book by the Canadian author Naomi Klein, and is the basis of a 2009 documentary by the same name directed by Michael Winterbottom.

The book argues that the free market policies of Nobel Laureate Milton Friedman have risen to prominence in some countries because of a deliberate strategy of certain leaders to exploit crises by pushing through controversial, exploitative policies while citizens were too busy emotionally and physically reeling from disasters or upheavals to create an effective resistance. It is implied that some man-made crises, such as the Iraq war, may have been created with the intention of pushing through these unpopular reforms in their wake.

I urge you to do your own research.  Not everything you hear or read will be true, but nothing is better than discovering for yourself after reviewing many sources that you have been misled by the sources you thought you could trust.  I’ve listed some examples of what is out there not owned by the media sources you may normally go to.

Zeitgeist
 Zeitgeist: Addendum (2008)
Zeitgeist: Moving Forward (2011)
Apologies of an Economic Hitman (2010)
Esoteric Agenda (2008)
The One Percent (2006)
The Shock Doctrine (2009)
Endgame (2007)
Globalization: The New Rulers of the World (2001)
Terrorstorm (2006)
9/11: The Road to Tyranny (2002)
9/11: In Plane Site (2004)
9/11: Press For Truth (2006)
The Fluoride Deception (2011)
Fluoridegate: An American Tragedy (2013)
The Obama Deception
The Money Masters
Weapons of Mass Deception (2004)

The Hand We Are Dealt


My struggle to understand the world has been with me since childhood.  I was known for possessing qualities like being quiet, studious, and sensitive.  All of which would possibly make one a good candidate for their narration of the unfolding events in one’s life.

I remember a time in the sixties when I was growing up and one could get a sense of the world around them just by observing the popular culture such as the songs on the radio, the clothes people would wear, themes in television shows and movies, or maybe even what was taught in our schools at the time.  Some of the strongest impressions I have are seemingly random moments of my childhood that lead me back to those moments as I reflect upon them so many years ago.  For unknown reasons these precise moments I have captured in my memories have no trauma attached or even any kind of elation one would expect to form a long-lasting memory, yet they still bring me back to these moments as if I were living them today.  One example is an everyday event such as walking home from my grade school.  After years of doing this apparently left me with these memories with no particular reason other than maybe because I walked alone for many years without the sound of music (no Portable Radio’s, no WALKMANS, and no IPODS to distract me or to entertain me) for over 1 mile as I walked home.  I also did not have the companionship of others to talk to, so maybe my mind focused on these moments and stored these memories up.  These thoughts among others often inhabit my mind, but why?

I also remember times of being a passenger when my mother was driving the car in the rain going to some appointment.  Maybe a dentist, or some other function I can’t remember those details, but I do remember the drive vividly going down the streets as the rain poured down, the heater kicking on in the car, and the windshield wipers going back and forth making that squeaky sound as the blades rubbed against the glass.  I can even remember the feel of the vinyl seat and wearing no seat-belt as I might sway from time to time on a sharp turn.  Other times with a similar scenario included driving with the family as I chose to sing “It’s a small world” under my breath looking out the windshield of our small family car.  Was it because nobody else talked to me that left my mind to do what it does, record the empty moments in my experience, and leave me to question why was I here in the first place?  I cannot say, but I do know that much of my childhood was up to me on how I created my leisure and filled those empty moments with something to do.  Starved for attention, largely I had to create my own activities, fill the emptiness with my own thoughts, reading books, or thinking about the world when I could not find others to play with.  But why some of these memories come back as clear as when they happened to me take up residence in my consciousness?

Some of my activities were predetermined as a youth by my father such as playing on  baseball teams, or football teams but that was not something I found to be a pleasant experience.  It was an expectation that I would have to live up to, it was a function of my fathers’ own will that we play regardless of whether I wanted to play or not, regardless if I actually had an interest to play or wanted to play, it was just an expectation.  Organized sports in those days were not benefiting the kids as much as the people running the organizations.  It was manipulative, and was dominated by men with presumably unfulfilled dreams and vicariously playing through the kids actually playing the game.  Whether this experience was episodic and common for the sixties and seventies in youth sports I can only imagine, but the lessons learned were obviously not those one would like to expect when playing in an organized league.  I spent over 14 years of playing in these various leagues, as well as high school inter-mural sports.  Funny how I did not form many lasting memories of these experiences.  The countless memories of a life lived are comprised through-out my life, and for a time I have gone without asking the right questions.

Do these observations guide me to signposts leading into a direction of self discovery if I read them properly?  Were these memories of simply everyday examples of some of the life obstacles that we must face giving us a choice how we must live?  The analogies of a game of cards is used worldwide and is indicative of just how much it resembles life’s lessons.   There are so many expressions that we commonly use in our everyday conversations that come from the ordinary deck of playing cards. Have you ever heard someone say that they don’t want to “get lost in the shuffle” or ask, “what’s the deal anyway?”

Most of us have heard people say “it’s just not in the cards for me to …”  when things didn’t work out the way they planned.

When someone seems to be in charge of a situation, people say that they are “holding all the cards.”

Some days many people feel as though “the cards have been stacked against me” when nothing they try works out or something seems to be blocking their efforts or from achieving their goals.

We have also heard people say “I need to play my cards right to…” when they wanted to take make the most of certain opportunities present in their life.

Then there others who love to tell us that we need to “learn to play the hand we’ve been dealt” when things are not going our way. For some who can do everything and they say that we’re “the Jack of all trades!” or we’re “the Jack of all Spades!”

Many times we see people being secretive about their plans, thoughts, or feelings. We say they are “playing their cards close to their chest” like many card players do.

When people want someone to openly reveal what their plans or intentions are, they usually ask them to “put (or lay) your cards on the table.”

For what ever the reasons I find in living my life and trying to understand it, comprehend it, or subscribe meaning from it, I do believe in the credo that it’s not in the hand you are dealt, but rather in the playing of that hand that makes all the difference in the world.

 

Ernest Hemingway

“I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.”
Ernest Hemingway
Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wayne W. Dyer

“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.”
Wayne W. Dyer

Lao Tzu

“A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live.”
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Steve Jobs

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.”
Steve Jobs

Resolution of Happiness


crossroads

Can you recall a time in your life that you woke up and decided to fundamentally change a direction in your life in some way?  Was it from a dream, a real experience, or was it after several experiences that so affected you that you finally awakened and told yourself no more!  Did something within you “click”, and you were able to see things from a different perspective, and that maybe you now needed something different or something more than what you were getting?  Was it a friend that gave you some feedback, was it at some social function that created a dissonance between what others thought and what you yourself thought that seeded an idea that there was something you wanted to do differently, thus started you on a journey for looking at things differently and changing your current orientation?  Commonly our observance of others’ ordeals often triggers something within us to make sure that we do not travel down a similar path or conversely they show us a way that we would like to emulate.

I know that many might use examples often found within their own families growing up that might make them think differently with having both positive and negative examples to draw from.  The lifetime built upon someone Else’s dreams can be a hard pill to swallow when they later reflect on their success of a notion that was not theirs in the first place.  I have seen many examples of parents indoctrinating their children with ideas of the direction they should take in their own lives without any consideration as to what the child themselves may wish to aspire to.  I think in contrast it is noble when parents inspire their children by way of example, unlike that of a prescribed directive spoon fed to them day in and day out.  This pontificating can lead to some serious issues as the children grow up with unrealized dreams of their own.  Those who do not break free from its grasp may lead lives fulfilling the dreams of their families, yet failing to meet the potentials originating from within them.

As Robert Frost wrote in The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I– I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15717#sthash.cfShtprA.dpuf

I do think that this has been misinterpreted as Frost himself has shed some light on his work in letters and correspondence to others.

The last lines “I took the one less traveled by / And that has made all the difference” are often cited as emblematic of America’s individualist spirit of adventure, in a reading that assumes they are to be taken literally. This is doubtful: whatever difference the choice might have made, it was not made by a discerned difference between the two paths that opened up before the traveler. The speaker admits in the second and third stanzas that both paths may be equally worn and equally leaf-covered, and it is only in his future recollection that he will call one of the two roads, the one he took, “less traveled by.”

The “sigh” can be interpreted as one of regret or of self-satisfaction; in either case, the irony lies in the distance between what the speaker has just told us about the roads’ similarity and what his or her later claims will be. Frost might also have intended a personal irony: in a 1925 letter to Crystine Yates of Dickson, Tennessee, asking about the sigh, Frost replied, “It was my rather private jest at the expense of those who might think I would yet live to be sorry for the way I had taken in life.”

When you do not have much of a support group, when others around you pay little attention to you, and you have questions on what would be a good direction for you to pursue, than you must primarily rely on your own resources and experience with the world, thus, trial and error may play a large part in your decision-making.  Your talents and opportunities are predicated on what you have developed, what you have chosen to concentrate on which is also a starting point, but my focus is on those particular areas that you have not quite figured out for yourself, those areas that you do not have much experience in, or that what you once thought of as a sound path, has now been altered by a new perspective.

I can certainly remember times that struck a chord within me to change my aspect.  I think that maybe at times the persuasive forces that refocused my energies to gravitate towards these redefined goals because of my observations, or because of the feedback that others had given me was a metaphorical crossroad materializing before me.  I learned in part by the trial and error experiences in the social realms, an area I still have not even closely mastered to this day.  By that I mean that there are many situations that still elude me, as I continue to meet people who never stop surprising me with their behavior.

The question that keeps coming back to me is the kind of impression that is left upon me?  The deeper the impression of an event in your life, the more attention you give to it.  I like the song by INXS Don’t Change as it reminds me of a fresh start when pursuing new venues.  Our paths we choose are up to us.  The power of choice is within us.  What’s yours?

I’m standing here on the ground
The sky above won’t fall down
See no evil in all direction
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark
For too long

Don’t change for you
Don’t change a thing for me

I found a love I had lost
It was gone for too long
Hear no evil in all directions
Execution of bitterness
Message received loud and clear

Don’t change for you
Don’t change a thing for me

I’m standing here on the ground
The sky above won’t fall down
See no evil in all directions
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark for too long

Don’t change for you
Don’t change a thing for me

The Interogation of Enigma and The Architects of Fiction


The Architects of Fiction, the sophists, the propaganda of those that may themselves believe what they are told to believe, but at what price?  The myth’s sold to the public by a colossus opinion generating machine are a common place these days.  What do you stand for?  What sources do you trust?

The tales of many fabricators will go down in recorded history as fact, when they are designed to obfuscate the truth from those that would seek the answers.  These storytellers are just the minions from a distortion of the truth that exceeds even their known biases and collusion’s by the masters of the medium they work in.

There are countless examples of distortion espoused in everyday media, distortion of what is approved for our textbooks in schools, distortion of what is also taught in our classrooms, what is thought be the dominant paradigms of science, history, and religion are likely imposed upon us unless we do not challenge what would be accepted as the status quo.  My first introduction into a deeper understanding of the world was really felt when I became a student of Philosophy.  It was then that I was challenged to think beyond the opinion of others, to question the logic in any given argument.  It was during that time when I was given a toolkit that I could use to overcome the problems that would escape many who did not ask the proper questions about the information they would receive.  I do not claim by any stretch of the imagination that I hold some superior intellect that can thwart the rubbish produced by many of these publications and sources, as I find myself continually struggling to find continuity, and trying to sort out the evidence given.  What I do find to help me in reconciling these questions that I ask is a persistent desire to uncover stories that attract my attention.  Peal the onion skin back one more layer.  I understand there will be many of times I will fail to grasp the whole truth of the matter, but that will not stop me asking the questions.

I reference the Copernican revolution, the Inquisition, The selected books by Constantine when adopting the current known bible we know of today as we have found that there were other sources of books left out called the Gnostic Gospels that were deemed Heresy. (See The gnostic quill)  Also one should include events such as the Trojan Horse, The AIDS virus, 9/11, Chem-trails, Use of Floride, Use of Thiomersal (Mercury) in Vaccines,  Global Warming, The gulf of Tonkin incident, Income Taxes, JFK, Theory of Evolution, Codex Alimentarius, ad infinitum.

As Henley puts it….

I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It’s interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re stiff
Kick ’em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do “The Innuendo”
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!

Look also to the examples in other medium, as even the fictional accounts of characters runs a very ironic parallel to the world as we know it.  (See Frank Capra’s 1941 movie Meet John Doe, or his 1939 movie Mr Smith Goes to Washington.  Also see Aaron Russo’s 2006 Documentary America: From Freedom to Fascism)

Before you make up your mind about what you see, hear, read, or are led to believe by your peers, think a bit more about where this information came from, who will benefit or profit from it, and who has the power to keep it afloat?  The constitution gave us protections that are eroding from a malignancy and thus is under attack from an assault within our own country.  Thomas Jefferson among others warned us of this.

If https://i1.wp.com/constitutionus.com/images/we_the_people.jpg exercise our ability to sift through the fiction, demand accountability in governance, then maybe we have a chance in sustaining our country until the next coup tries to take us from it.  For now the decision is up to us, for how long this will remain true, I cannot say.

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Educate yourself without the distortions of the nimble minded media.  Look to other sources of information when conducting an investigation into the most serious questions of our time in the political arena’s…. see this next article below

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