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Syria: Obama, Congress, and media collaborating on a con job

Syria: Obama, Congress, and media collaborating on a con job

by Jon Rappoport

September 2, 2013

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Oh, our illustrious legislators will have their day to puff themselves up and speak about Principle! The networks will cover it.

They’ll prance and they’ll bray, because this is war, the nation’s most solemn undertaking and its most profitable business. And they’ll even refer to that suddenly rediscovered document, the Constitution.

The President asked them to pass judgment, and they shall.

House and Senate members will call in their tailors to let out their trousers, to give them more breathing room. Action on the floor will require baritone and basso, and rhetoric that shakes the walls.

Alas, there are no oily orators left in the Congress. Where is Ev Dirksen, dripping multi-syllables from every pore, when we need him? Where is Hubert Humphrey in his prime?

But today’s sad flowers will give it their best shot, because the nation will be watching. Syria doesn’t have to be Pearl Harbor or Saigon. It’s the idea of war and death and invasion and retribution that inflames voices.

Our legislators will imitate greatness. Their aides will ride herd on speechwriters to give these strutting little Congressmen a chance to shoot the moon and become heroes.

Obama, poised above and behind the show, will pretend to listen and consider their arguments.

“This is, finally, democracy at work,” said an anonymously anonymous but well informed (psyop) source. “We’ve got the president, the Congress, and the people trying to come to a very tough decision together. Part of it is the Constitution, part of it is, of course, the dire situation in Syria. But this is how we do things in America. Not by unilateral edicts, but through honest debate and the airing of differences…”

Well, no. How we do things in America is through a series of charades posing as reality. The media gives these phony episodes the aura of credibility.

Meanwhile, it’s the people of Syria who are caught in a squeeze play.

No US missile attack is going to change that situation. If Assad is the problem, the solution called massive chaos is only going to make things worse.

A dog and pony show in Congress, followed by Obama’s final decision on use of force, is about as effective and meaningful as wielding a feather to knock over a tank.

And that’s assuming, falsely, that the destabilization of the Middle East is really the outcome of some spontaneous uprising called Arab Spring.

The situation is actually much worse than trying to knock out a tank with a feather. All these so-called popular revolutions were engineered from a distance, playing on and using populations’ genuine suffering and desire for freedom as fodder, as fuel.

It’s not chaos, it’s Operation Chaos. And the elite Order that follows has the objective of controlling every inch of the Middle East.

Congress? It’s a stage play designed to convince the American people that the nation can still take serious matters seriously. But the truth is, on the floor of the Senate and the House, they may as well be carrying on a debate between Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck.

Disneyesque operators build American reality wall to wall, the people buy their tickets (taxes), salute it, and then believe it means something.

On the other hand, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness have been central in the minds and desires of every human on this planet since the dawn of time—but no government or priest class has consistently served that desire.

Where these ideals have been put into action, individuals have taken it upon themselves to declare what was theirs to begin with, beyond the reach of any ruling force.

The Matrix Revealed

No one in the upcoming Congressional debates will be touching on that subject.

They’ll be pontificating on the juice of their own elevated positions. As they always do.

And in the aftermath of debate, media parrots will exclaim, “This proves, once again, that the system works.”

If you want a few real clues about Syria, consider these two: the Assad government has erected tariff barriers to restrict imports; and agriculture is the country’s number-two industry behind oil. Globalists want to knock down those barriers and bring in “free trade” (aka multinational-corporate ownership of the Syrian economy), and…Monsanto wants to show up in Damascus, announcing it’s there to save the country and rescue local farmers from their impoverished lives.

In other words, business as usual.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Matrixology: fact vs. fiction

Matrixology: fact vs. fiction

by Jon Rappoport

September 2, 2013

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I’ve made this point several times: fiction is often a better way than fact to gain insight into the Matrix. With some people, this notion turns over in the mind about as compellingly as the engine of a 1947 Buick in a junkyard.

They can’t grasp it. They believe Matrix is a thing that can be taken apart piece by piece and then reconstructed.

They’re defending themselves against, perhaps, well, the sort of invader I’m describing in this story:

I’m at Walter Reed, where a lot of bad shit happens. I came back from Zganb12 in a heap. I was a ship captain once, but that’s over.

They’ve got me on pure IV neurotransmitters, but the proportions are never right. I still feel the pink love bugs. PLB don’t live by our rules. For one thing, they always smile. At least, that’s how I imagine it.

What I’m not imagining is how they got into my bloodstream through a scratch. In the dark towering forest out there, we were searching for one of our crew, who was probably sucked into a nest and incorporated.

They laughed in my veins at first. It was more than pleasant. I saw perfect breasts and slender thighs and curving puddles of Hindu gods having cosmic sex in what I took to be an ultimate form. No form.

That was in the first three seconds.

After two days, I realized the PLB were relentless. They were after my soul. And I didn’t believe I had one up until then. They were determined to be in love with me forever. How does a person know that? I just did. I felt it. I felt them swarming around my heart. At night, lying in bed, I saw them circling my head. They were pink. They were small. They always showed up in groups. The smallest group I saw was three. One ate the other two, and then hundreds came to join him. Or her.

The docs at Walter Reed are treating me for cognitive disintegration. That’s their story. It isn’t mine. They have me classified as delusional because it’s easy. Just another Navy man who was out there on the edge of the Milky Way and went nuts.

So how can they can cure me? They can’t. In fact, with the neurotransmitter treatments, I’m registering enhanced perception of the PLB. I can hear them sometimes. They have a language. It’s something like Portuguese, no geometry, all liquid.

I also realize they’re multi-taskers. For example, they can function as building blocks. Last month, I watched them assemble themselves into a chair in the corner of my room. It was a recliner. Maroon. It stayed there for almost an hour. Then it faded out.

I sat in the chair for ten minutes or so. I felt connected to the Whole. I was here, there, and everywhere. I was looking through the eyes of strange nameless creatures. I was inside the mind of an entity I’m calling The Reality Builder.

She makes reality out of nothing. That’s her work. That’s all she does. She can’t do anything else. She builds time, space, energy. She’s a kind of machine. She’s benevolent, but not through choice.

She talks to me. “Don’t worry about the PLB,” she says. “They’re all show. They overwhelm you with love, and then they go away. It might take a year or two, but it’ll happen. They’re like an infection. The cure is time.”

The Realty Builder came to me while I was sitting in the chair, as if the PLB were handing her off to me as a gift.

This morning, she was standing by the window. She said, “Think of me as a prop woman in a theater company. Maybe the stage manager. The set designer. That’s it. I make the sets. The rest is up to you. I don’t know why people get so worked up about reality. It’s pretty simple. I do my job. I keep adding space, time, and energy to what’s already there.”

“Then what’s the problem?” I said. I felt a sense of urgency.

“Well,” she said, “for you the problem seems to be the doctors here can’t accept what you’re telling them. That’s all. If you’d come back with a different story, they would have released you. Put you back to work.”

She was probably right. What was I doing to myself? I’d made a heavy mistake. So now, if I pretended their treatment was bearing fruit, would they sign me out, let me go? I could tell them the PLB were gone, they’d never really been here, they were a persistent but ultimately temporary hallucination. I wouldn’t pilot a ship again, but I could find something else to do.

The Reality Builder asked me if she could hang around with me for a few years. She needed somebody to talk to. Naturally, nobody else would know she was present. We would chat by ourselves at night.

I was on the verge of saying yes when her form, which had been hazy up to this point, clarified. She looked like Ava Gardner. In her prime. She was wearing a white gown. Her hair was up. She was young and eager and new.

“Are you a group manifestation of the PLB?” I said.

She looked at me silently.

Then she walked over and put her hand on my arm.

“Does it matter?” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

She nodded.

“You were inside my mind,” she said. “You were sitting in the chair and you entered my mind. You saw that I make, what, reality? Just the basics. What’s wrong with that?”

“But” I said, “I don’t want to fall for a mistake. I don’t want to give my trust to something that isn’t what it seems to be.”

“Yes,” she said. “In order to trust me, you have to believe I’m just one thing. That’s your real sickness, Captain.”

She started to fade out, and I heard a soft explosion at the back of my head.

I multiplied.

I became people and creatures and even inanimate objects. They sprang out of me as if from a trap.

I felt myself being torn apart. A wheel inside me was suddenly running at high speed and it was snapping and throwing off pieces of itself.

Then I felt I was alone for a long time.

Days, weeks, months.

Or perhaps only for a few minutes.

I was all alone.

I was the singular.

And she. She was the many.

She was doing the work she was pleased to do. Bringing light into the cracks between dark places.

I was the immovable object and she was the irresistible force.

This was the stage play. This was the plot I had failed to notice.

In a forest on a distant planet or in the hospital room at Reed.

“I won’t be bored with her,” I said out loud. “There’s that.”

The doctor walked in.

“Bored with who?” he said.

“A woman I just remembered. I used to go out with her.”

“You’re thinking of contacting her?” he said.

“Yes. I am.”

He smiled.

“Good. That’s a good sign. In fact, you look better today.”

“Feel better…Let me ask you something, Doc,” I said. “Have you ever caught yourself realizing that something deadly serious wasn’t serious at all?”

He stared down at his shoes.

“What’s the matter?” I said.

He shook his head and looked back up at me.

“No,” he said. “Not your fault. What you just described…well, I learned that from my wife. Every day. She died last year.”

The room darkened.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He smiled. “That was my journey out into the forest,” he said. “I had to decide whether there would always be something of her that would stay with me. Something…forever.”

Two weeks later, he signed my papers and I walked out of Walter Reed, a free man.

Exit From the Matrix

I trudged through the streets of Washington DC all day. I finally checked into a small hotel off the Park.

She was waiting in my room. She was wearing a dark blue dress. She was standing by the window.

“You know,” she said. “Things aren’t exactly the way you think they are. I’ve been alone, too. I know what it’s like. If, now and then, it seems like I’m trying to put one over on you, that’s why. I remember a lot of empty space and no one around. I don’t want to go back there. I do things to stay here.”

I walked over to her and put my arms around her.

“Let’s go out and have supper,” I said. “Then we’ll come back here. It’ll be a nice night.”

“Will you kiss me or kid me?” she said.

“Kiss you. Later, when we’re used to it, I’m sure we can kid each other about a lot of things.”

She smiled. “I can tell you this,” she said. “The PLB were never there. That was just the yearning. When we have that, we tell stories. But I’m here now.”

And she was.

It was a summer night. We had supper at an outdoor cafe near the river. I don’t remember what we ate, but I do remember she laughed.

Later, in our hotel room, she said, “Do you mind if I, well, become the night table and the chair and the bed and the carpet and the walls and the ceiling and the buildings in the city and the clouds?”

“For how long?” I said.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe an hour.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I don’t mind you being the same you a thousand times over.”

That was how it started.

When the lights go out suddenly and you’re in the dark all alone, and your eyes are trying to adjust, don’t look. At that moment, just know, just feel your way along, and you’ll find something. Hold on to it and follow what happens. I guess that’s pretty much what I did.

Three years later, on a foggy night outside our cottage in Delaware, she finally said, “I like you, Captain, so I’m going to tell you the truth. I’m a representative of the universe, and my mission is to make you a cog in that machine, to connect you with everything everywhere. That’s what I do. I use any and all means to make it happen. You peeked through a window you weren’t supposed to notice at all. So I was sent in to plug the gap. To keep you in check. Okay? So do what you want to now. I’ve blown my own cover.”

I drove all night and reached New York at dawn. I checked into a hotel and…here I am. Considering my options. Whatever action I take, I’m not going to back down…

And if you think this means I’m rejecting love, you’re way off the mark.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Which A-list celebrity will step up and ask, “Who used chemical weapons?”

Which A-list celebrity will step up and ask, “Who used chemical weapons?”

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2013

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Thought so. Nobody.

These A-list celebs are touchy, nervous. Go up against Obama? Are you kidding? A career killer. Suddenly the dude or dudette is back doing dinner theater in Florida, summer stock in Provincetown.

“Sorry, I can’t comment on Sarin. I’m just an actor. It’s a matter for the CIA. They’re the professionals. I’m sure Congress will take a long hard look at the Agency’s evidence.”

And that’s the intelligent brand of statement.

Mostly, you get: “Sarin? Didn’t she do a picture over at Disney? Oh, Sarin! The Latin singer!”

Celebs work off of generalities. “I’m saving Africa.” “I’m for helping the children.” “Education, yes. Definitely.”

Then you have this unvoiced subtext: “I’m Obama’s man in Hollywood. Whatever he does is okay because it forwards his agenda and his agenda is good so if he has to kill a few thousand or more people in Syria with missile strikes it’s all right because if it weren’t all right then other parts of his agenda might suffer and we can’t let that happen.”

Exit From the Matrix

Going deeper into other subtext: “I’m a movie star, which means I impinge on consensus reality and actually reinforces it with glitz and adrenaline and sparkle. I stand for consensus reality. It’s my job. I uphold things as they are and as they are manufactured. How do I do it? Through portraying cheesy archetypes that stand in for what is unknown, what is yet to be created. In a sense, I help derail what individuals might create for themselves. I do cartoons. I especially do cartoons of cartoons because, you see, that’s what reality is. It’s a version of a version. Lowest common denominator. I do movies about the movie called reality. So the very idea that I might step forward and ask who really used Sarin in Syria is impossible, because that would cut a hole in the movie called reality. It would start a disruptive ripple, a moment of surrealism. That is definitely not in my job description. I can save Africa, I can support education, I can help Bill Gates send 200 million doses of a (toxic) vaccine to the Third World and everything is fine. But if I ask who really used chemical weapons in Syria, I’m breaking the contract. My contract with my bosses. They’re in the profitable business of trance induction. So that’s my life, too. It’s a form of slavery, but I’m a well-paid slave. Every day I wake up and tell myself I’m doing what I want to do. I keep saying that, and eventually it sinks in further and further, and my friends and supporters and partners assure me I’m on the right track. When I have dreams about holding a press conference, with hundreds of reporter present, and the world watching, during which I expose everything I know about fake consensus reality and I feel a fantastic surge of fierce joy in my blood, I wake up and take a sleeping pill. So don’t get in my face about chemical weapons in Syria. I’d have to take more pills, and it could endanger my health. You see? I’m ingesting my own chemical weapons.”

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Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Buying a ticket to the war: no moron left behind

Buying a ticket to the war: no moron left behind

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2013

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You’re just a click away on your remote. Get the popcorn. It’s a blast. This one has moral stature. They used chemical weapons, so they will pay.

Don’t miss Chris Matthews. He’s tingling all over. “The president did the right thing and he upheld the Constitution. Only a living god could figure out how to pull that off.”

Welcome to the Syrian theater. All the players are assembled. Which one will intervene and turn a two-day blitz into a global conflagration?

We realize you don’t have whatever it takes to actually enlist in the Armed Forces and do six insane tours in Afghanistan building A-frames and wondering when one of those villagers will shoot you in the head. No problem. You can experience a very good simulacrum in your own mind. The anticipation. The adrenaline flow. The sweaty palms. Then the limbic thrust of revenge.

And as a bonus? No court martial when it turns out you killed an Afghan who was just reaching in his coat pocket for a screwdriver to attach his new front door!

The Syrian run-up is almost as good as the first missile launch. Click to Wolf Blitzer as he recalls his coverage of Gulf War One, when he made his bones purely on the basis of his name.

Catch the living cadaver, Scott Pelley, as he flashes back on his work at the Davidian siege at Waco.

Count down to the first explosion with the eternal newsboy riding his bike and flipping papers on front porches, Brian Williams.

Feel the undertone of sodden grief with Dianne Sawyer (weeps for everybody/all the time) as she does war as only a former America’s Junior Miss can.

And then, boom! You’re there. The attack is on! The sky over Damascus lights up! What unknown newsman, standing on a rooftop, narrating the unfolding scene, will emerge from the carnage with name recognition and a sudden career bump that makes his colleagues want to murder him in his sleep.

It’s the news! Tune in!

Exit From the Matrix

America is united again. Feel it. What took us so long to find each other once more? Post your experience on Facebook. Share your ecstasy with faux friends. Recite the Pledge of Allegiance against a hip-hop track and hope it goes viral.

Finally, all the goody-two-shoes questions about who used chemical weapons and which side we’re backing in Syria and who is al Qaeda and the CIA sending weapons and killers from Libya to Syria are gone. Erased. This is the show! This is what counts! Pretext? Invented provocation? False flag? Don’t bother me, I’m eating war!

If only we still had the Rat Pack around. Frank, Dean, Sammy, Lawford, and Joey Bishop. They could do a Sarin Night at the Desert Inn and wow the crowd with their support for the guys who launch the Tomahawks.

If your brother-in-law is over at the house as you watch the missile strike and he says, “You know, there’s no good proof Assad used poison gas,” poke him in the eye with a sizzling hot dog on a stick and yell, “USA! USA! USA!”

You might also try, “Obamacare! Immigration reform! Climate change! Carbon tax! NSA! Surveillance State! Gun control! Drone attacks!”

Suddenly, they’re in. They were out, but now the Commander-in-Chief has his hand on the pulse of the nation. We’re off life support. Who cares about Fast&Furious, the IRS non-profit division, Benghazi? They’re in the rearview mirror and we’re accelerating down the superhighway to fame and fortune. Jobs? We can live off our own fumes!

Mind-controlled androids? This is who we are! Love it, live it, watch it, soak it in!

God bless Congress for giving Obama back Constitutional authority to kill the enemy of the terrorists we’re backing.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Obama seeking to become a wartime president

Obama seeking to become a wartime president

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2013

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Obama wants the Congress to approve his plan to attack Syria so he can become an officially certified wartime president, and put the country on “unified status.”

Even in the wake of a brief air invasion, this stance would improve his standing in the eyes of the press, the Congress, and the public.

The press, in particular, would have a new reason to fawn over him, praise his effort and his moral position, adding that “the nation is behind him.”

Factually, it means very little, but for PR purposes, it’s gold. Suddenly, Obama would become generalized as a “unifying president,” which would be extrapolated to mean that his other programs and plans carry additional weight.

This is the way the press operates. A victory in one arena is taken to imply validity in other areas. It’s about as logical as inferring that a mule who can knock down an old fence with a kick should be anointed heavyweight boxing champion of the world.

“Mr. Obama emerged from the missile attack on Syria with an enhanced presidency. He has earned respect from our allies, even those who refused to back his plan. And domestically, the bipartisan support he was able to gather from the Congress has cast him in a new light…”

Absolute nonsense, but it works.

“The attack on Syria was a brave move, given that Russia and other nations opposed it. Obama emerges as the winner…New polls today showed a sharp jump in his overall approval rating…”

Keep slicing that baloney. Sell it.

Think of it as a mini-mini-911. Obama is doing a Bush. His predecessor in the Oval Office could barely navigate a teleprompter, but his response to the attacks on the Trade Center and the Pentagon earned him a year or two of immortality.

The art of PR creates goodwill on the slenderest of threads. It transmits the impression that what it is celebrating is the end result of public acclaim, when in fact it is inducing acclaim through bald pretense.

Reputations are built out of thin air this way. The phrase used to be “overnight sensation.”

“President Obama has gotten his groove back…”

Were chemical weapons used in Syria? If so, who really used them? How many people died in the US missile attacks? Dead issues. The important thing is the President won support from Congress and went to war. It was “clean and decisive.”

And network news ratings soar. Maybe we’ll even see a few anchors standing on rooftops in the Middle East at night, wearing Dan Rather bush jackets. Wolf Blitzer can get his groove back, too.

“This may look like a fireworks display in the evening sky, but these missiles are deadly and precise and smart…”

Bring all the old jive artists out of mothballs.

Exit From the Matrix

“The country needed this. In the wake of Benghazi and other troubling scandals, the administration was mired in problems. But now…”

Whoever came up with the bright idea of going to Congress to approve an attack on Syria deserves a PR plaque for ingenuity. Even if the Congress turns thumbs down on the Obama plan, he can “go it alone.”

“A valiant President, rebuffed by Congress, stood on principle and launched an attack and sent a message to international criminals…”

Somewhere in the bowels of the White House, an advisor is making midnight notes, trying to sort out the op: “Let’s see. We’re backing the thugs and terrorists in Syria. We helped arm them. If anyone used chemical weapons in Syria, it’s most likely those people. And now we’re supporting them with a missile strike against Assad, which could ultimately put them in power, with access to all the weapons, of every kind, that Assad possesses. What the hell is going on?”

It’s not the kind of contemplation that will make it into a later tell-all book or memoir.

Engineering perception is first order of business for any White House. They’ve got their hands on a valuable moment, and they’re going to squeeze every last bit of juice out of it.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Syria, lies exposed, broken paradigms, dead pigs

Syria, lies exposed, broken paradigms, dead pigs

by Jon Rappoport

August 31, 2013

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Update: WAR=UNITY. The President just gave his speech on Syria. He intends to launch an air attack. He wants Congress to approve it. He didn’t say what he’ll do if Congress refuses, and he didn’t say how the attacks will limit Assad’s ability to use chemical weapons on his people in the future. He’s utterly convinced, he claims, that Assad deployed chemical weapons. He’s “seen the evidence.”

Why should we believe him? There are ample reports that “the rebels” used those weapons. Those would be the rebels the US government is backing and arming.

Obama appears to trust he has the votes in Congress to approve his attack. He sees this as a feel-good moment when Congress and the White House are united. “Look, we can work together.”

He referred to Congress as “representatives of the American people.” So Obama is a comedian now. He’s suggesting that all of America will share in this act of war. Congress represents the American people the way a herd of lions is accountable to deer and antelope.

Here is the piece I’d already finished an hour before Obama made his speech. I don’t need to change anything, except perhaps to elevate the dosage of mescaline it would take to make Brian Williams finally “see the light.”

Brian Williams, the leading disinformation media specialist on American television, has accidentally ingested a drug before his broadcast.

Somehow, through a manufacturer’s error, mescaline was inserted in a headache pill. Brian just happened to take a pill in that bad batch.

His mind is scrambled.

He suddenly realizes he’s been on a lying jag for decades. What a revelation.

He sees a glint of daylight. He can go on television and tell the truth for once…and what better story to explore than the imminent US attack on Syria. Yes, he’ll do it. He’ll try for redemption.

He sits there on camera, his eyes shining. His mind is all over the place. But he bites his lip and begins:

“—Ladies and gentlemen…

I’m Brian Williams. Freedom is the wild card in any so-called system. How’s that for my opener?

That’s what I want to tell you, folks…the wild card. Yes…uh…

So listen up: Bureaucrats and other lackeys of the State are trained to work as if they are dealing with closed systems. They react to any deviation (freedom) as if it’s a black widow spider in a hotel bed.

Technocrats, the leading edge of the State, are trying to build a machine that incorporates all humans. They hail this as a future in which “the right answer” will always be obtained.

You have no right to be wrong. This is what we are coming to.

Get it?

You can see this in the run-up to the planned attack on Syria. Leaders are telling us, just as they did prior to the invasion in Iraq, that all the facts add up to the right answer. Once that answer is extracted, there is no turning back.

Syria. Chemical warfare was used. The Assad government used it. That’s the correct answer. Therefore, war. End of debate.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the picture looks a little different. I’m picturing that picture, ladies and gentlemen. The commander-in-chief is being briefed:

“Well, Mr. President, I want to recap where we are on Syria. I’m waiting for Prince Bandar to tell us. Ha-ha. Anyhow, we enabled the Syrian rebels or the terrorists, or al Qaeda, or the freedom fighters, or whatever we’re calling them today. We helped arm them. Now we’re about to bomb Syria to keep them in the game. These rebels are the same people we’re supposedly fighting in Afghanistan, right? I’m not against any of this, but I’m just saying it’s getting harder to sell it. And if our story line crumbles, we’re in deep trouble, Mr. President. People are more aware now. We’ve played both sides against the middle so many times before, the scenario is almost dead on arrival…”

Hi. Brian Williams still here. Let me make a leap, all you good folks out there in television land. The massive op/narrative called The New Age, which began its rapid spread in the 1960s, was designed to disguise our fascist government by moving consciousness to an appreciation for, and an insistence on, so-called spiritual unity.

Barack Obama was supposed to be the first president standing for that apotheosis. He would, in a sense, rule by faith, the faith of his supporters. He would sweep away all objections to government as the supplier of spiritual unity.

Government’s only hope is to somehow appear supernatural and inevitable. It can’t stand on its own.

Wars, especially, require “spiritual faith” in the mission. Obama has failed on this count, and with the opposition to an attack on Syria coming from so many quarters, there is very little cover left for him.

On a larger scale, the attempt to create a closed system, through a military-industrial-oil complex, is falling apart. Oil as the only recognized energy source for the planet determines the chessboard and the playbook. In one stroke, it names the geopolitical hot spots and the conflicts and the need for war as the American solution.

In truth, there are many technologies that could, if developed sufficiently, take us on the road to energy abundance. They are being stopped by the military-industrial-oil complex, not only to keep us on the oil teat, but also to keep us pinned to the need to make war to guarantee the oil flow.

But this system is losing its solid feel. It’s becoming more transparent as an op, long past its prime.

Every significant geopolitical story on the nightly news is a dead pig painted with lipstick.

On the home front, media, fed by politicians, are focusing on “dangerous people” who value freedom. This is a tale so old it creaks. It was told in ancient Egypt, in Greece, in Rome during the death throes of the Empire. Now, in America, it can only be spun by fatuously accusing freedom lovers of racism.

The Surveillance State is losing public support by the day. The notion that the government has to spy on everybody all the time to find “the terrorists” is so off-key, it sounds like a barroom medley sung by drunken sailors. Or a pronouncement rolled out at the height of the Catholic Inquisition.

To impose a closed system on the populace, it’s necessary to reduce the definition of what a person is. In this modern age, that strategy involves promoting stripped-down, lowest-common-denominator thought as a marvelous advance that will enable “human-machine” interactions…bringing us to the brink of a new techno-paradise.

It’s such a desperate tale, one wonders how the sellers can make it through the day without falling down and laughing themselves out of court.

The answer is: government funding. Like the oil monopoly, like the war machine, like the nuclear-energy titan, the government dispenses $$ to make the myths endure.

The pinnacle of this corruption is war. Offensive war. Not war to protect the home front, but to establish new beachheads of conquest, under the pretension of helping to liberate the oppressed. To create a sense of unity where unity was lacking.

The proposed attack on Syria is the latest footnote.

It’s not working.

The Matrix Revealed

People are waking up. Also, the man in the White House just can’t create new jobs. He’s putting on a show of trying, but he can’t do it, because he’s not interested in doing it. He wants more victims. So the people are looking at him with a tougher gaze. They don’t trust him.

On the issue of war against Syria, Obama can only try to take a moral high ground based on the idea that a chemical attack occurred. That’s all he’s got. He can’t peddle spiritual unity in this case. He’s dying on the vine.

The whole thing is a sham and a scam and a cardboard front. Get it? I’m trying to tell you, my fellow Americans, ladies and gentlemen, all you good folks out there, what’s really happening. I’m hitting the high points.

We, in the media, are your basic liars. That’s our skill. That’s what makes us great. Right now, we’re selling the war to you. We’re trying, damn it, but it’s not easy. We’ve got so little to work with.

Dianne Sawyer, Scott Pelley, and I are carnival barkers. We dress it up, but that’s all we are. We fake it every night. I don’t even need to be here. You could have a CGI of me, programmed with messages from the White House, polished by our writers at NBC. Now, in fact, looking back at my career, that’s what it feels like. I was never here. I don’t know where the hell I was, but through a stroke of fate, I’m back. And I’m trying to feed you a little truth.

Just think oil and keep thinking oil. Oil pipeline through Syria. Oil in the Middle East.

Anyway…where was I? I could show you pictures of a hundred, two hundred places around the world where governments are torturing and killing their own people and putting them in cages. Is the US supposed to go into all those places and liberate the oppressed? Are we supposed to force free elections from the North Pole to Tierra del Fuego?

And what is a free election? I’ll tell you. It’s the same big-time players behind the scenes cooking the vote for a new bunch of tyrants.

The only way to stop that—and it’s a long shot—is to form a government based on severely limiting the power of government.

Wow. What an idea! Where did that come from? Am I, Brian Williams, the first person to see that?

Anyway, Syria is a crazy op that’s gotten out of control.

We’ve got Egypt, Libya, Syria, Iraq. Why would the US government be trying to upset the apple cart in those places? To free the people? Don’t be stupid. To obtain cheaper oil prices? How is that working out?

If Dianne, Scott, and I were real reporters, this is the issue we’d be working on. Is this a destabilizing operation aimed at disrupting the flow of oil? Is this a high-level game in which the US and other industrial economies take a huge energy hit? Is this a prelude to the acceleration of the forces of elite Globalism? Is this the old create-chaos and then bring in order on top of that?

Right now, that’s what it looks like to me. Sitting here, that’s my thesis. I don’t think I’ll be able to get anybody in the White House to give me a straight answer, though.

But it’s a start. So…for all the good people here at NBC News, good night. I’ll be back tomorrow, possibly broadcasting from a holding cell under CIA headquarters at Langley. In which case, don’t believe anything I say. Signing off. Brian Williams.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Rappoport replies to a Salon.com charge that he’s a conspiracist

Rappoport replies to a Salon.com charge that he’s a conspiracist

by Jon Rappoport

August 30, 2013

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I just became aware that, this past June, Salon.com ran a story headlined, “Here come the Edward Snowden truthers.” The author, Alex Seitz-Wald (twitter), took several writers to task, including me, for doubting Snowden’s story.

Seitz-Wald wrote: “Why would these people find it easier to believe Snowden is an [sic] CIA plant than a whistle-blower? Conspiracists are reflexively skeptical of the ‘official narrative,’ even when it should confirm their worldview. Snowden should be a victory for them, but because the mainstream media and the government are corroborating much of what Snowden leaked, the mainstream account immediately becomes suspicious.”

Salon.com is now considering whether to publish this article.

Let’s see. Seitz-Wald claims I would doubt any mainstream account, right? Well, he’s absolutely on the money. I do. Like clockwork. I get up in the morning, I do 70,000 pushups, check my screen, read a “mainstream account” (of anything), and the pleasure of doubt moves right in. I pour milk on my doubt, a few strawberries, and that’s breakfast.

I doubt medical news, political news, economic news, energy news, military news, intelligence-agency news, and news about media. And that’s just for starters.

Am I a conspiracy theorist if I believe Ed Snowden’s leaks are important, but have serious doubts about his account of events leading up to his enormous data-grab at the NSA?

Let’s look at what Snowden told Glenn Greenwald about his background.

In 2003, at age 19, without a high school diploma, Snowden enlists in the Army. He begins a training program to join the Special Forces. He breaks both legs in a training exercise. He’s discharged from the Army. Is that automatic? How about healing and then resuming his Special Forces training?

If he was accepted in the program because he had special computer skills (why else?), then why discharge him simply because he was put into two casts?

“Listen, Ed, we’ve come to the conclusion that, although you’re a computer genius, your broken legs will, from this point on, destroy your unique talent. You’re fired.”

Snowden next joins the CIA, in IT. He has no high school diploma.
In 2007, the Agency sends Snowden to Geneva. He’s only 23 years old. The CIA gives him diplomatic cover there. Serious status. He’s put in charge of maintaining computer-network security. Major job. Obviously, he has access to significant classified documents. Sound a little odd? Maybe he has his GED by now. Otherwise, he still doesn’t have a high school diploma.

Snowden says that during this period, in Geneva, one of the incidents that really sours him on the CIA is the “turning of a Swiss banker.” One night, CIA guys get a banker drunk, encourage him to drive home, the banker gets busted, the CIA guys help him out, and then with that bond formed, they eventually convince the banker to reveal deep secrets to the Agency.

Snowden is soured by this? He’s that naïve? He doesn’t know by now that his own agency, CIA does this sort of thing all the time? He’s shocked? He “didn’t sign up for this?”

In 2009, Snowden leaves the CIA. Why? Presumably because he’s disillusioned. It should be noted that Snowden claimed he could do very heavy damage to the entire US intelligence community in 2008, but decided to wait because he thought Obama, just coming into the presidency, might make virtuous policy changes.

After a year with the CIA in Geneva, Snowden really had the capability to take down the whole US intelligence network, or a major chunk of it? He had that much access to classified data?

In 2009, Snowden leaves the CIA and moves into the private sector. He works for two defense contractors, Dell and then Booz Allen Hamilton. In this latter job, Snowden is assigned to work at the NSA.

By virtue of his 2013 hack, he claims to have grabbed so much sensitive NSA data that he can take down the whole US intelligence network in a single day. Really? In a single day?

How did he execute the hacks? According to press reports (and this isn’t necessarily Snowden’s version), the magic wand was a thumb-drive. Snowden waltzed into work with one, plugged in, and stole the farm and the Holy Grail and the kitchen sink.

Snowden’s claim of theft, by whatever method, is problematic, dubious, and suspect. Why do people insist on treating the NSA, on the one hand, as the most awesome, talented, resource-rich spying agency in the world and, on the other hand, as an astonishing bunch of morons who just happened to forget to develop their own useful internal security?

The NSA’s business is to intrude, spy, hack, tap, get into everybody’s system, yes? Right? But protecting themselves from the same kind of treatment is just too much to ask.

They never compartmentalized their own data to prevent somebody from climbing the ladder all the way to the top. They considered, but never made it mandatory to have two analysts sign off on every trip into classified areas.

They never got around to installing myriad checks and counter-checks, devised by their in-house geniuses, to prevent employee theft.

This is like saying, in the heyday of the Mafia, a junior hitman from New York could fly to Vegas and sign off on papers making him the owner of ten casinos and hotels on the Strip.

It’s like saying a radio man on a nuclear submarine could launch missiles by throwing a few switches.

“Yes, Mr. President, he bypassed our procedures and took out 24 islands in the Pacific before we could stop him. Well, we didn’t exactly stop him. He jumped into a lifeboat and paddled to shore before we knew what happened. But I swear, we’re going to fix this so it’ll never occur again.”

Or: “Yes, Mr. President, it turns out that the most dangerous weapon we face in the eternal war against terrorism is the thumb-drive. Who knew? Snowden made off with our most sensitive data. We forgot to make our systems secure. I think there was a meeting about it nine years ago, but I was on a plane home to my cousin’s nephew’s birthday party.”

The Matrix Revealed

Keep in mind that the very essence of being an intelligence officer is lying. Lying then, lying now, lying later. If you don’t get this, you know nothing about that world.

Given this fact, and given how unlikely it is that the NSA never installed extremely tight internal security, there is a strong chance that Snowden didn’t steal the farm. That’s not the way it happened.

Looking for a clue about how Snowden really operated, the most obvious place to start would be his former employer, the CIA. Would you rather start with his high school gym teacher or Putin?

I picked the CIA, an agency that has been at war with the NSA for a very long time. To boil it down, the agencies battle over federal funds, and the CIA has been losing. Why? Because intelligence-gathering has shifted from human vacuum cleaners to electronic ones. And there, the NSA is king.

Wired Magazine, June 2013 issue. James Bamford, author of three books on the NSA, states:

“In April, as part of its 2014 budget request, the Pentagon [under which the NSA is organized] asked Congress for $4.7 billion for increased ‘cyberspace operations,’ nearly $1 billion more than the 2013 allocation. At the same time, budgets for the CIA and other intelligence agencies were cut by almost the same amount, $4.4 billion. A portion of the money going to…[NSA] will be used to create 13 cyberattack teams.”

That means spying-money. Far more for NSA, far less for CIA.

Turf war.

So I propose this: Snowden didn’t steal the crown-jewels of information, they were given to him by CIA people who had accumulated them, carefully, over a long period of time, to put a hole in the mid-section of the agency they hate: the NSA. Snowden wasn’t capable of penetrating the NSA’s security, which was not a sieve. It was very, very good.

The CIA, of course, couldn’t be seen as the leaker. They needed a guy. They needed a guy who could appear to be from the NSA, to make things look worse for the NSA and to shield the CIA.

They had Ed Snowden. He had worked for the CIA in Geneva, in a high-level position, overseeing computer-systems security.

Somewhere in his CIA past, Ed meets a fellow CIA employee who sits down with him and says, “You know, Ed, things have gone too damn far. The NSA is spying on everybody all the time. I can show you proof. They’ve gone beyond the point of trying to catch terrorists. They’re doing something else. They’re expanding a Surveillance State, which can only lead to one thing: the destruction of America, what America stands for, what America is supposed to be. The NSA isn’t like us, Ed. We go after terrorists for real. Whereas NSA goes after everybody. We have to stop it. We need a guy…and there are those of us who think you might be that guy…”

During the course of this one disingenuous conversation, the CIA is killing 20 innocent civilians in a faraway land with drones, but that’s, ahem, beside the point.

Ed says, “Tell me more. I’m intrigued.”

After a series of chats, it gets serious. Eventually, Ed buys in.

And what Snowden’s theoretical CIA handler said, in his completely cynical self-serving way, is true. The Surveillance State isn’t about catching terrorists.

Or perhaps the handler is really a patriot inside the system. He and a few others want to wound and expose the NSA for good reasons.

Either way, Snowden takes the assignment.

I think my hypothesis is far more believable than the one in which the NSA has no clue about how to protect itself from an analyst at Booz Allen who shows up for work in Hawaii with a thumb-drive.

Unfortunately, the press and public are conditioned to look at disruptions in the body politic as one-move chess games. The hero (or villain) executes a single powerful play and then all hell breaks loose.

Intelligence work doesn’t operate that way. It never has. It’s about prelude, lead-in, middle strategy, end-move, cover story, false trail, and limited hangout.

No, the people who simultaneously accept the NSA as miracle-genius and mushhead-buffoon at its own trade are the conspiracists. They just happen to agree with the theme of mainstream press reporting.

Exit From the Matrix

Ask yourself this. Has any significant television anchor or Sunday-morning newstalk-host, with an NSA representative on camera, ever asked why we should swallow such an absurd genius-buffoon contradiction about the NSA? Has he asked the question with any degree of heat, and has he followed up, and has he stuck to his guns to press the issue further and further to a resolution or a meltdown?

No. And why not? Because those media stars know how far they can go, before the kind of official access they need to keep their jobs would evaporate in a wind of ill-will. To put it another way, they’re cowards.

Imagine, if by some miracle, David Gregory had NSA mob boss Keith Alexander in the chair on Meet the Press, and said, “Look General Alexander, we’re going to sit here until you explain to me exactly how your Agency can spy on untold numbers of people, utilizing the best minds in the business, and yet fail to secure your own temple against a single intruder who spies on you. I’m not looking for a facile gloss-over here. You’re budget is billions and billions of dollars. So let’s go. Buckle up…”

Just for starters. It’s my firm belief that the whole Snowden affair could then have unraveled in a much different way.

For another even greater miracle, suppose Alexander finally, after heavy grilling, finally jumped out of his chair and said, “Okay, you want the story? Here it is. It wasn’t our fault. We’re not bumblers. We have security that would make an ant squirm to get through, and even he wouldn’t make it past first base. Somebody with far more skill than Snowden penetrated us, and it’s a heavy blow, and we’re working on it!”

Then, all bets would be off.

The question readers will raise, of course, is: if Snowden was operating as an agent, as I suggest, does it matter? He took the files he took. The answer to that question is a subject for another story, but, yes, it does matter.

I’m fully aware that many people can’t and won’t separate a good deed from the doer, because they’re committed to believing, in a brain-addled fashion, that the two must harmonize. They would would prefer this sort of proposition: If JFK really, as some say, wanted to get us out of the horror called the Vietnam war early on, then he couldn’t have cheated on his wife a few thousand times.

Good luck. The world doesn’t always cooperate with such a puerile view. And, by the way, perhaps Snowden is a kind of hero, but with a significantly different twist.

So, if what I’m discussing in this piece is evidence that I’m a conspiracist, as Seitz-Wald claims, and the dubious statements Snowden has made are all resolvable, and the NSA really is an exceedingly brilliant but feeble-minded monster, so be it.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Would the US government let Jesus cure cancer?

by Jon Rappoport

August 28, 2013

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In the 1990s, I watched a federal trial in a Los Angeles courtroom. The defendant was charged with selling medical drugs without a license to practice medicine.

The defendant was prepared to argue that a) the substance he was selling was naturally produced in the body and b) it was effective.

The prosecution moved to exclude such testimony, on the grounds that it was irrelevant.

The judge agreed. Therefore, the trial was nasty, brutish, and short. The defendant was found guilty and sentenced to prison for several years.

This is how the federal bureaucracy operates. “Do you have a government-issued license to heal? No? You’re a criminal.”

I believe that if Jesus of Nazareth were walking the Earth today, in the United States, he would be arrested on the same grounds.

This would be particularly so if he were curing cancer.

Jesus wouldn’t be granted a license. No license? Guilty.

More importantly, the trillion-dollar cancer industry survives and makes its money by treating cancer, so curing it would be a major threat.

Imagine this extreme case: in a stadium packed with 50,000 people who have been diagnosed with cancer, Jesus of Nazareth waves his hand and cures all of them in a few seconds.

Now he is threatening the profits of many companies, to say nothing of the power of the government, which backs the chemo-radiation-surgery monopoly to the hilt.

So he is arrested. He is put on trial. He opts to defend himself without an attorney. He tells the court that curing cancer is no crime.

The prosecuting attorney objects. “Your Honor,” he says, “whether or not this man has cured cancer is beside the point. He has no license to practice medicine. That is why we are here today. We are simply establishing that a) he was practicing medicine and b) he has no government-issued license. That is the scope of this proceeding.”

The judge agrees. The verdict is decided. Guilty.

Of course, on another front, the major media, who depend for their existence on pharmaceutical advertising, take the ball and run with it. The networks and major newspapers seek out “experts,” who emphatically state that what Jesus of Nazareth “performed” in the stadium was mere hypnotism. It was all a placebo effect. Whatever sudden “remissions” may have occurred are just temporary. Tragically, the cancers will return.

Not only that, these 50,000 people have effectively been sidetracked and diverted from seeking “real care from real doctors.” With chemo, with radiation, with surgery, they would have stood a chance of surviving and living long normal lives.

Other media pundits send up this flag: “Many of those present in the stadium were bitter clingers to their religion. They refuse to accept science. They are living in the past. They favor superstition over real medical care. In fact, they are threatening the whole basis of Obamacare, since other confused and deluded Americans may now turn away from doctors and seek snake-oil salesmen and preachers for healing.”

From the highest perches of political power in this country, the word quietly goes out to the media: don’t follow up on those people who were in the stadium; don’t try to track them; don’t compile statistics on their survival rates; move on to other stories (distractions); let this whole madness die down.

But among the citizenry, an awareness spreads: the government is controlling healing through its issuance of licenses. That’s how the government is essentially protecting one form of “healing” and enabling it to become an all-encompassing cartel.

What would be the alternative or the adjunct to licenses?

Contracts.

Exit From the Matrix

Contracts are agreements entered into by consenting adults, who assume responsibility for the outcomes. In the case of healing, a contract would specify that people have a right to be wrong.

Let’s say two consenting adults, Jim and Frank, agree to allow Frank to treat Jim for his arthritis with water from a well on Frank’s land.

The two men acknowledge that no liability will be attached to the outcome. In other words, whether Jim get better or gets worse, no one is going file a suit. No one is going to go to the government for redress of wrongs.

The well water may be wonderful or it may be completely useless. Both men understand and acknowledge that. But they assert a right to try the treatment, because they are free.

Immediately people say, “This is ridiculous. Water can’t cure arthritis. Frank is cheating Jim. Jim is a victim. He needs to see a doctor. He needs to go on arthritis drugs.”

No, Jim doesn’t have to do anything. He is free.

To put it another way, Jim has the right to be right or wrong. It’s his decision, which is beyond the scope of any authority.

If government tries to remove that right from all of us, it is essentially saying it knows what is correct, it knows what is true, it knows what we need and require, and it’s going to give it to us even if it has to shove it down our throats. Does that sound like freedom to you?

Perhaps you’re familiar with the raid on James Stewart and Rawesome Foods in Los Angeles. Rawesome was a club. People joined voluntarily, so they could get access to raw milk. The government wants to limit access to raw milk. Prosecutors are apparently claiming Mr. Stewart has no license to sell raw milk.

A club like this rests on a contract. Consenting adults agree to buy and ingest a product. They assume full responsibility. They don’t care what the government says or thinks about the product.

And you see, that’s the problem for the government. They can’t allow these clubs to spread. If they did, contracts would begin to supersede licenses. People would wake up and realize they have a way to circumvent the whims, wishes, and arbitrary authority of the federal government.

A way through which they assert their freedoms and rights beyond what government claims.

I maintain that if Jesus of Nazareth lived in the United States today, and if he went around curing cancer, he would be arrested. He wouldn’t be charged with blasphemy or treason, as scholars state he once was. He would be charged with something much simpler and more mundane: practicing medicine without a license.

And he would be convicted and sentenced.

Because then and now, the government, in its throne of corruption, wants to protect its proprietary and illegal interests.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Insanity: new Google Glass app will read other people’s emotions

Insanity: New Google Glass app will read other people’s emotions

by Jon Rappoport

August 27, 2013

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If you’ve ever studied infomercials, you know the whole business is based on back-end sales. It’s not the product you buy for $19.95, it’s the products they can hook you into after you spend the $19.95.

So it is with Google Glass. It’s all about the apps that’ll be attached.

Glass gives the wearer short-hand reality as he taps in. That’s what it’s for. The user is “on the go.” If he’s driving his Lexus and suddenly thinks about Plato, he’s not going to download the full text of The Republic to mull while he’s crashing into big trucks on the Jersey Turnpike. He’s going to take a shorthand summary. A few lines.

People want boiled-down info while they’re on the move. Reduction. The “essentials.”

This is perfectly in line with the codes of the culture. Ads, quick-hitter seminars, headlines, two-sentence summaries, ratings for products, news with no context. Stripped-down, reduced.

Well, here is a look into right now. A student at Stanford is developing a Google app that “reads other people.”

From SFGate, 8/26, “Google Glass being designed to read emotions”: “The [emotion-recognition] tools can analyze facial expressions and vocal patterns for signs of specific emotions: Happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, and more.” (the SFGate article is also here with videos and images). (and on WIRED Magazine here).

This is the work of Catalin Voss (twitter), an 18-year-old student at Stanford and his start-up company, Sension.

So you’re wearing Google Glass at a meeting and it checks out the guy across the table who has an empty expression on his mug and, above your right eye, you see the word “neutral.” Now he smiles, and the word “happy” appears.

I kid you not. This information is supposed to guide you in your communication. The number of things that can go wrong? Count the ways, if you’re able. I’m personally looking forward to that guy across the table saying, “Hey, you, schmuck with the Glass, what is your app saying about me now? Angry?” That should certainly enhance the communication.

Or a husband, just back from his 12-mile morning bike ride, enters his Palo Alto home, wearing Glass, of course, and as he looks at his wife, who is sitting at the kitchen table reading a book, sees the word “sad” appear above his eye. “Honey,” he says, recalling the skills he picked up in a 26- minute webinar, “have you been pursuing a negative line of thinking?”

She slowly gazes up at the goggle-eyed monster in his spandex and grasshopper helmet, rises from her chair and tosses a plate of hot eggs in his face. YouTube, please!

But wait. There’s more. The Glass app is also being heralded as a step forward in “machine-human relationships.” With recognition services like Google Now and Siri, when computers and human users talk to each other, the computers will be able to respond not only to the content of the user’s words, but also to his tone, his feelings.

This should be a real marvel. As you’ve no doubt already realized, the emotion-recognition tool is all about reduction. It shrinks human feelings to simplistic labels. Therefore, what machines say back to humans will be something to behold.

Machine version of NLP, anyone? I’m predicting a surge in destroyed computers.

The astonishing thing about this new app is that many tech people are so on-board with it. In other words, they believe that human feelings can be broken down and worked with on an androidal basis, with no loss incurred. These people are already boiled down, cartoonized.

You think you’ve observed predictive programing in movies? That’s nothing. The use of apps like this one will help bring about a greater willingness on the part of humans to reduce their own thoughts and feelings to…FIT THE SPECS OF THE MACHINES AND THE SOFTWARE.

Count on it.

This isn’t really about machines acting more like humans. It’s about humans acting like machines.

The potential range of human emotions is extraordinary. Our language, when used with imagination, actually extends that range. It’s something called art.

Exit From the Matrix

The counter-trend is in gear. No matter how subtle the emotion-recognition algorithms become, there will always be a wide, wide gap between what they produce and the expression of humans.

The most profound kind of mind control seeks to eliminate that gap by encouraging us to mimic technology. That means people will think and feel less, and what they think and feel will mean less.

The machines won’t say, “I’m sorry, I can’t identify that emotion, it’s too complex.” They’ll say “sad” or “happy” or “upset” or whatever they have to say to give the appearance that they’re on top of the human condition.

Eventually, significant numbers of people will tailor their self-awareness to what the machines point to, name, label, declare.

Thus, inventing reality.

The wolf becomes a lamb, the lamb becomes a flea.

And peace prevails. You can wear it and see with it.

Eventually, realizing that Glass is too obvious and obnoxious and bulky, companies will develop something they might call Third Eye, a chip the size of half a grain of rice, made flat, and inserted under the skin of the forehead.

Perfect. Invisible. Of course, cops will have them. And talk to them.

“I’m parked at the corner of Wilshire and Westwood. Suspicious male standing outside the Harmon Building.”

“I see him. Searching relevant data.”

Which means any past arrests, race, conditions noted in his medical records, tax status, questionable statements he’s made in public or private, significant known associates, group affiliations, etc. And present state of mind.

The cop: “Recommendation?”

“Passive-aggressive, right now he’s peaking at 3.2 on the Hoover Bipolar scale. Bring subject into custody for general questioning.”

“Will do.”

No one will wonder why, because such analysis resonates with the vastly reduced general perception of what reality is all about.

People mimic how machines see them and adjust their human thinking accordingly.

Hand and glove, key and lock. Wonderful.

As the cop is transporting the suspect to the station, Third Eye intercedes: “Sorry, Officer Crane, it took me a minute to dig further. Suspect is business associate of REDACTED. This is a catch and release. Repeat, catch and release. Printing out four backstage passes to Third Memorial Rolling Stones concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Apologize profusely, give subject the tickets, and release him immediately.”

“I copy.”

“This arrest and attendant communication is being deleted…now.”

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Why do they try so hard to end freedom?

Why do they try so hard to end freedom?

By Jon Rappoport

August 26, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

I have several answers to that question.

The people who run the people who run things want to own everything.

To them, freedom is another thing to own. So they want it. And they want it all for themselves.

Second, they realize that people who have freedom will not want the kind of world being lowered on them, and with freedom, those rebels may just find a way to keep the planned future from happening. So…better to close all doors.

All the phony political talk about “we’re in this together” is a blatant attempt to promote the idea that freedom is a small thing that must be sacrificed. For the greater good.

The people who run things from the top believe that freedom can be owned, because they can’t think of anything that can’t be owned. That’s their view. That’s the way they see life and the world.

That puts them at a strategic advantage. They focus all their energies on buying and selling. The holdouts among us are those who have values that can’t be displayed like cars in a showroom. Values that can’t be argued for in commercial language. Values that are ultimately non-material.

Holding the value of freedom gives us one advantage. We’re not competing against similar products in the marketplace. We’re competing against one thing only: slavery.

In one way or another, I have been writing about mind control for 30 years. It’s the doorway into slavery. It’s an attempt to wipe out everything that freedom means—most of all, how much it means.

Whatever humans can accomplish, the platform for it is liberty.

To say that freedom carries too much potential for abuse is like arguing that oceans are too dangerous and should be outlawed.

The so-called philosophies that replace freedom try to paint their conclusions with inevitability, and they all fail. From Plato to Marx, they begin with statements of what is possible “if only people would recognize the truth.” Their utopias, when played out, produce tyranny over mind, body, and soul. The cost of perfection.

Behind every good thing you or I or anyone has accomplished, there was the space of freedom. It’s almost a truism, it’s so obvious. But because it’s so obvious, we tend to ignore it.

Now, strong advocates of freedom are looked upon, by the government, as potentially dangerous people. They are demeaned in every possible way. If that doesn’t give you a clue about where government is heading, try reading the piece of paper called the Constitution, and then compare the statements in that document with the present scope of government and come to a decision.

As an aside, try finding a serious college course that does exactly that comparison in great detail. Good luck.

Freedom is out; the collective is in.

Exit From the Matrix

Our petty leaders, the dupes and mules for the future over the hill, are humping the ultimate prize, freedom, which they will lay at the feet of their masters. They will do it gladly, because they can sell all the programs and systems and laws and regulations that add up to no-freedom. It’s easy. They believe it’s workable. And the less freedom that exists, they more power they, the dupes, have, and the bigger their principalities. They’re mercenaries.

Here’s a principle you won’t find in a college economics course: the free market can only exist when the participants have non-material values that conspire to produce good relations among people. In the absence of that, anything and everything can be bought and sold, including the right to be free.

This, of course, ties in with the elite philosophy of ownership.

If we give up our values, some distant future historian will write: “Those people believed in a myth of great men who had much money, much power. Demi-gods. The demi-gods appeared and approached the people with an offer. Sell us your freedom. What is your price? And the people named a price and the bargain was struck. The people were satisfied. They reasoned that what they were trading was a thing, an item, a kind of product, which, were it not for the demi-gods, could never be sold. In a way, the people were mesmerized by what they had been able to accomplish with that sale. Ironically, they were so deluded because they had allowed themselves to grow fat on freedom…”

Mind, body, soul, imagination, and love all exist on the basis that freedom is there—or if it isn’t, it must be fought for.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com