Call this part two of the earlier false flag post. James Strong wrote:
Where are the 49 ‘victims’? If they weren’t killed as we are told they were then they should still be alive somewhere, unless they’ve been killed by the authorities. Not a risk-free operation.
Exactly. Like the birth certificate, these are the scenarios:
1. False flag, full stop.
2. They were murdered indeed, for political mileage, just as with the trades hall Maidan, then brought in for a show to make conspiracists look dummies.
3. It happened as said.
The overriding two things are cui bono and the presence of Bourne-like assets around the world. Always activated, they do the deed, they quote the lines, e.g. ‘I’m a patsy,’ they’re ‘retired’ in some way.
We’ve seen so many examples of activated assets, there’ve been films which hint at them, there’ve been many things written and dismissed by people claiming to be close to the action, e.g. Svali.
Whatever the truth is, the idea itself is quite live and the notion that it would not be tried on ignores G.H. Estabrooks and the use made of his work, for example, plus Selwyn Leeks who was charged in New Zealand, plus Ewen Cameron in Canada, plus Eli Lilly and Sandoz [posts passim].
There does come a point when tinfoil is just too pat a charge anymore. These guys are too well supported, they’re known to ‘authorities’, they’re always known, they’re used. Alice’s Restaurant summed it up in a slightly different way:
I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things.
And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said “Kid
see the psychiatrist in room 604.”
I went up there, I said, “Shrink, I want to kill. I want to kill! I want to see
blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I
Mean Kill. Kill!”
And I started jumpin’ up and down, yellin’ “Kill! Kill!” and he started
jumpin’ up and down with me, and we was both jumpin’ up and down, yellin’, “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” and the sergeant come over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said:
“You’re our boy”.
As Svali went to great lengths to point out, the single greatest protection these bstds have is our incredulity and there’s a whole language of denial: ‘I don’t do conspiracy theories [plural, indiscriminate, a genre],’ ‘You’re white, a rightwing hater.’ And so on. ‘Whack-job, tinfoil hatter.’
Sound arguments, aren’t they? Saves anyone from exploring. They’re buffers for duffers, Linus security blankets.
And then come the trolls, such as the ones who infiltrated Rense and the truth movement, plus the Tea Party, and they go OTT with the wild dot joining – as usual, it is those who wreck it for serious investigators, who are so off the planet that this becomes the image in people’s minds. Protocols of the Elders of Zion.
Wanna kill off Christianity in people’s minds? Paedo priests, Muslim Pope, fire and brimstone, pointy hatters, Ian Paisley Snr., Crusades, Leviticus, Revelation.
And coming back to cui bono – these are precisely the ones Them want to draw out publicly, to get fired up and on the trail, so Them put out red herrings, false trails. The birth certificates, I’m sure, contained fake and genuine – everyone was sent off on wild goose chases over the clearly fake, the genuine had the same treatment.
Meanwhile, the real game was elsewhere – Obama’s mother and father were the ones to look at, plus his college records etc. Strategic misdirection – I use it myself in a minor way.
Cui bono – wipe out those you hate anyway, e.g. a bunch of Muslims, the ones like that bint in NZ putting on the heebeegeebee and ‘luvvin our Mussie mates’ to little bits, shove the blame onto the ones you find the most dangerous, set them up to look foolish.
‘Where are the bodies?’ we cry and after it’s all done, after we feel vindicated, they produce one or two, parents sobbing.
‘There you go,’ say the trolls and govt., ‘who you gonna believe, eh?’ Pure theatre.
There was fair evidence that at least some of those among the Sandy Hook aftermath shots were actors from other scenes, other atrocities.
It’s the same game plan each and every single time. it works a treat.
But I keep saying it, many of us do, and providing pointers, e.g. the UN in Darfur and the atrocities on babies – same kind of fiendish embellishments – nothing was happening before the outbreak, in come UN ‘observers’, all hell breaks loose. Ditto Kissinger in Rwanda.
And the underlying, the driving characteristic is total sociopathy, psychopathy. Murder thousands as an exercise? Why not? It’s so difficult for normal people to know whom they’re dealing with. It’s so difficult for rationalists to understand whom they’re ultimately dealing with and I don’t mean green men from Mars.
Macron sends in troops with, ‘Shoot to kill?’ You saw the cudgels, the pepper spraying. No. Compunction. Whatever.
Multiple purpose – to prevail through fear, also to upset a population, as Alinsky said to do, use music too. Atrocities ordered in, pay the doers, end of.
We labour under this misconception that no one decent would do such things.
Correct – no one decent. But is that person decent?
I was told by one Russian ex-serviceman about spit-roasting a Chechyen nuisance alive over coals, he saw it done – it was the talk at the time – you think there is the least decency in any of this?
Check out G Gordon Liddy and his Russian counterpart, the tale of the hand over the candle flame.
For goodness sake – look at Abu Ghraib, so, so similar to the desert scene in the last Manchurian film with Denzel Washington.
The inaction of people is parodied so many times. Python in Brian – Judith rushes in: ‘It’s happening, Reg! It’s happening!’
‘Right, this calls for action! Let’s make a resolution.’ They sit down to chat and make resolutions. [May’s cabinet meetings, COBRAs]
Judith gazes on, screams and rushes out.
if you deeply believe that the way to peace and love and kumbaya is to first commit or be party to a Stage Four of horror and atrocities, that your Stage Five Venezuelan Nirvana will then follow, not unlike the Phoenix from the ashes, the same Phoenix you saw at the 2012 Olympic ceremony, then you have overdosed on the kool-aid.
And the Muslim Dar al Harb is precisely the same game plan – perma-stage-four.
That police officer calmly telling Twitter that wrong-pronouncing is a heinous crime – who is on what substances? I mean – really!
Knife through butter and we’re the butter.