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The UN has a new member: the NSA

The UN has a new member: the NSA

by Jon Rappoort

August 25, 2013

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The NSA joined the UN in 2012. But they didn’t go through the usual process. Instead, they hacked in and began bugging UN teleconferences at its New York headquarters.

Der Spiegel, based on another Snowden leak, reports, quoting an NSA document: “The data traffic gives us internal video conferencing of the United Nations (yay!)”

We’re not just talking about General Assembly meetings. NSA had to crack code to get in. Presumably, these were smaller, more private sessions.

Der Speigel also mentions that NSA has been spying on the EU delegation in New York, the IAEA (International Atomic Energy Commission), and 80 embassies and consulates around the world.

At this point, I’d normally write something like, “So who hasn’t the NSA been spying on? You, in your home?” But we already know the Agency is collecting information on all of us.

This is how federal agencies operate. Based on technology at their disposal and budget dollars, they’ll extend their “mandate” as far as they possibly can. Breaking the law is as important to them as running a red light is to a cop in pursuit of a bank robber.

NSA is supposed to collect information on behalf of “national security.” This now means “all data on everybody all the time.”

Because their true mission, aligned with that of the federal government, is control.

If the FDA had enough funding, they would track every item of food sold in America from farm to store to customer to digestion to elimination, just because they could. ATF would list and track every weapon from the North Pole to Tierra del Fuego. The Dept. of the Interior would label and analyze every inch of soil in America.

The technicians in these agencies would be thrilled to carry out such tasks. Give them an objective, tell them you want a system, and they’ll go to it like bloodhounds.

When government officials use the word “freedom,” they’re really saying, “You know, that old fairy tale people used to amuse themselves with.” We have our own clash of civilizations right here at home. It’s between, on the one side, government and its enabling partners, and on the other side, those of us who still know freedom actually means something. That clash isn’t going away.

The Matrix Revealed

That’s why you’ll find the following statement in a DOD training manual titled, Extremism, just exposed by Judicial Watch:

“In US history, there are many examples of extremist ideologies and movements. The colonists who sought to free themselves from British rule and the Confederate states who sought to secede from the Northern states are just two examples.”

Well, I guess that settles that. The colonists were just a bunch of extremist crazies. No connection to us now. A fringe group of haters. For some reason, they didn’t like the British.

One of the crazy colonists penned this quote. You can understand why the federal government of today prefers to think of him and his ilk as extremists:

“When the representative body have lost the confidence of their constituents, when they have notoriously made sale of their most valuable rights, when they have assumed to themselves powers which the people never put into their hands, then indeed their continuing in office becomes dangerous to the state, and calls for an exercise of the power of dissolution.” (Thomas Jefferson, 1774)

What would a less extremist mind produce? Something like this: “It is the sworn duty of the government to protect its citizens. In this regard, smashing the walls of privacy in every facet of life is essential. A protected citizen is a known citizen. If he errs, he can be corrected, through persuasion, peer pressure, threat, harassment, arrest and prosecution. A citizen who takes a dim view of government power is a potential terrorist. He is dangerous to the collective. He must be stopped.”

Yes, that’s a much more balanced and modern view. A person writing that statement would be given a pass by the government.

Actually, on a scale of venality, the NSA snooping on the UN ranks fairly low. I just wish the NSA would publish every word of what they’ve picked up. Then we would see what an infernal organization is headquartered in New York. Spying on one organic farmer in California is far worse than spying on the whole UN.

Finally, it shouldn’t escape your attention that the NSA is an agency formed under the Pentagon. That means the military is spying on everybody in America. The fact that the Pentagon is a section of the Dept. of Defense, which itself is under the control of White House merely indicates the President is doing nothing to stop the military.

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

Drugs, steel, and MKULTRA: engineering the super-soldier

Drugs, steel, and MKULTRA: engineering the super-soldier

by Jon Rappoport

August 22, 2013

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The reference here is a January 2013 report funded by the Greenwall Foundation titled: “Enhanced Warfighters: Risk, Ethics, and Policy.”

The report utilized military consultants, and reflects what the National Security State is promoting as “the wave of the future.”

Of course, this is a done deal. Enhancement is already an overall experiment.

Here is a key quote from the report: “…cognitive and physical enhancements aim to create a super-soldier from a biomedical direction, such as with drugs and bionics.”

This indicates pharmaceutical attempts to increase endurance, focus, and pain threshold, but also to alter states of mind: mood, emotional range (restricted), attitude (controlled, stepped up aggression).

Whatever mad chemists can fantasize about—for instance, the boosting of leadership traits—they’ll try to induce it in the lab.

Bionics, of course, means the replacement of body parts with machines. This would function as repair, in the case of wounds, but robotic devices would be installed simply because they work better than flesh. In which case, we can look forward to replacement as a general strategy—without the prior need for wounds.

“Listen, soldier, if we give you a new eye, you’ll be able to spot an enemy combatant at five hundred yards…and this miniaturized transmitter can be joined to your brain so you can receive commands directly from headquarters.”

With utter frankness, the Greenwall report continues: “For battle, we want our soft organic bodies to perform more like machines.”

This statement leaves no doubts about intentions. It also suggests that the number of bionic replacements per soldier isn’t limited. The goal is effective performance, come hell or high water, whatever it takes.

There’s more: “Somewhere in between robotics and biomedical research, we might arrive at the perfect future warfighter: one that is part machine and part human, striking a formidable balance between technology and our frailties.”

Why not call these soldiers human drones? Launched from command central, mission orders stored in their brains, operated remotely, their capabilities completely understood as elements of a program, the soldiers would fulfill the military meaning of war: complete victory as a function of underlying algorithms, regardless of the human cost.

This is the eternal wet dream of the war-makers.

It also happens to be the environment of video games. Therefore, volunteers should be plentiful.

“You’re only giving me one new arm and an enhanced ear? I was hoping for more. What about my brain? What can you do for me there?”

The Matrix Revealed

For those who still wonder whether the famed CIA MKULTRA mind control program of the 1950s continued after the announced cut-off date, your question is answered. Coerced brain and behavioral conditioning is at the core of creating the super-soldier.

Think about the money. The military can’t afford to risk trillions of dollars on pharmaceutical enhancement and body-part replacement, without also controlling the thoughts, responses, and actions of its high-priced personnel.

Technocrats are surely lining up, at the Pentagon, to provide this all-important MKULTRA element of warfare.

“Hi Mom. I’m home from the theater of operations. Don’t worry, I may look different with all these new enhancements, but I’m still your son. By the way, the girls love the new parts! And the Army spent $30 million on me! I’m very valuable! Oh…one little thing. If while we’re talking, I suddenly shut down or begin talking to someone who isn’t in the room, it’s okay. It’s business. What’s for supper?”

Finally, consider this. An all-out operation to transhumanize the military could not take place unless there is absolute dedication to fighting wars without end.

You don’t re-build humans for a future of skirmishes or peace treaties.

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

The tyranny of broadcast reality: a short story

The tyranny of broadcast reality: a short story

by Jon Rappoport

August 23, 2013

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The year is 2034. You’re hacking into a classified syndicate broadcast.

First you see a thick grove of pine trees, then a watering hole where a pack of wolves gather. Behind them are simul rows of infantry wearing black masks studded with silver sensors.

This gives way to a page of deep blue sky and white stars. A voice emerges:

“As I was saying before the riots interrupted us, we’re in good shape. The dopes are still buying reality. In fact, they’re more hungry for it than ever.

“Our surveys show a growing subset of addicts who are absolutely devoted to the Church of the Polite. In one experiment, we gave them a placebo. They went away grinning like idiots.

“Injections cause the full blossoming of a perceptual field filled with people, events, memory. Who knows what there was before? NOW is all that’s important. Take your shot and live a new life.

“WAIT A MINUTE. I’m showing a disruption of the consensus field in Sector 4-A-12, Los Angeles. It’s fluctuating, blinking out. Search underway for a source. An alt.reality-construction is occurring. Command: Go live with primary blocking program. Alt.reality-construction expanding in downtown, north of Olympic Boulevard. Blocking program fizzled.

“Crowds moving on to Olympic. They’re seeing the alt.reality! Drone strike called. Spraying aerosol vaccine to restore consensus field…no effect. Our agents are on the scene. We’re flying holographic banners: “THIS IS A LIE.” No effect so far.

“The alt. reality is coming in stronger now. It’s based on emotional sensation. Effluence of FREEDOM. Drones releasing Roundup, Paraquat…”

You leave your cellar apartment on Hoover Street, fight your way through a flank of buzzing subliminals, and hit Wilshire. DHS troops are setting up a roadblock at Vermont Avenue.

The underlying principle of the whole op: DON’T LET THE PEOPLE BE AS CONSCIOUS AS THEY CAN BE, AND DON’T LET THEM LIVE AND ACT FROM THAT CONSCIOUSNESS.

You head north through Lafayette Park and a blast of alt.reality from downtown crumbles the consensus field in front of you. You’re not in the park anymore. You’re walking through your own mind. You’re moving along a corridor next to a bookstore.

You now see your mind as a series of apartments and corridors. Two floors are devoted to EMPTY NEUTRALITY. You break down an apartment door. A heavy sleep machine is pumping out perfumed air. You almost go under.

You take the stairs down to ground level and see an apartment with an open door. You walk in.

It’s a large hall filled with people. At the front, the President is making a speech. The people are laughing. With each new statement he makes, the laughter grows louder.

You go back into the corridor and walk swiftly toward the end, which is floor-to-ceiling open window.

Exit From the Matrix

Reaching it, you look down at a city spread out before you. It’s Los Angeles, but something is missing. You can identify streets, buildings, neighborhoods, but something that is always there isn’t there now.

You stand at the window for a long time. Finally, it dawns on you. There is no hatred in the city. It’s gone.

How is that possible?

A wave of fear sweeps through you. Has it been artificially removed?

No.

Somehow you know the people themselves have emerged out of a cocoon of synthetically and externally broadcast hatred.

In its place is a…quiet.

Islands of alt.realities, in the form of wide percolating streaks of energy, are sweeping through the streets.

The energies are emanating from…people. It’s theirs.

Each powerful and thrilling wave is a unique emotion, but not one you can name or label or describe. You recognize all of them, but as distant memories of a long-ago time.

A voice in your mind, your voice, says: Log in.

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

The individual against the syndicate in 2044: a short story

The individual against the syndicate in 2044: a short story

by Jon Rappoport

August 22, 2013

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You’re an unemployed artist.

The year is 2044. A series of bombings has rocked the Capitol in the Western White House District, which is located in the heart of Hollywood. The Eastern seaboard is now uninhabitable, owing to a mysterious Monsanto accident, which rendered all plant life in that region poisonous…

Reality is a nasty syndicate operation. The technical side is put together by high-IQ idiots. They like to fiddle. They like the con. They like to torpedo the mind.

The syndicate is the Reality Manufacturing Company.

You buy a ticket to Disneyland, which encompasses the area from San Francisco to Tijuana, go through the big gate, and soon find out there’s no exit. At least you’re relatively safe. You book a small hotel room in Aspartame Village.

A note is taped to the back of the toilet, where you’ve been told to look. It’s unsigned. You read it while you’re preparing supper: powdered eggs, water, and a squirt of SweetHeaven:

“Greetings, GuestL28vi35. This to warn you the pillars of the community, the people who are supposed to be ‘doing good,’ are up to their necks in the operation. They’re hustling reality like porn.

“At the upper levels, we’ve even got the STE Command, peddling the space-time-energy continuum everyone is so fond of. Only one tin can and we’re all in it, biological machines ‘doing our best to get along.’

“Until recently, there was a sense that artists knew something about all this and were exposing the Company. But now, propaganda is eating into their psyches, or their work isn’t finding the light of day. Some have been conned into high-flying rhetoric about saving humanity and working together to build a better world inside the prevailing political framework. There is no better world inside the prevailing political framework.

“It’s just another hustle. Cheap salesmen on the job. ‘Here, let me try this pair of shoes on you. I think you’ll like them a lot…they’re supposed to feel tight, otherwise, the design doesn’t work.’

“The artist should be ripping away masks, exposing the Company employees. Adorning some fake religion promoted by the State, like the current MaR24tc, isn’t his job.

“But he’s promoting peace these days as if it were a little magic stone you rub. Or a gold fairy worm inside a gourd you shake.

“Overthrowing the reality-con is the work of the artist. He’s got to take to it like a duck to water. He has to like it. He has to use his weapons, all of them. He has to build bigger towers than the Company.

“Lately, have you noticed people asking you, ‘Are you coming from a place of anger or love?’ First of all, ‘coming from a place of’ is psycho-op lingo. It’s fake wisdom for the kiddies (adults whose development has been arrested in the Oprah-phase). I personally am coming from a lot of different places, including San Diego. It’s a town populated by many androids. They’ve learned to affect a pose of happiness because frankly they don’t know what else to do.

“I bring this up because it’s another Company op. Goes like this: find a place ‘to come from,’ and then make your existence an emotional bumper sticker. REDUCTION.

“That’s exactly what the syndicate wants. It opposes proliferation because it can’t profile it. The Matrix is built on the need to reduce thought. Reduction inevitably leads to whining and complaining. Then props called spiritual leaders emerge out of the woodwork and offer to solve the complaints. But they never can (even if they wanted to), because the original problem remains. REDUCTION.

“Our glorious New Age, so-called, is exactly that: THOUGHT REDUCTION. It fails, and the aftermath is ugly. People become contortionists and end up eating their own livers. They don’t even know how to season them. They take it straight.

“You might be wondering who I am. I’m from the Movable Underground Museum. You’ve probably heard of it. The Company calls us dangerous because we’ve found a way to dismantle their product.

“I can’t give you details in an open message. Keep your eyes open. We show up here and there. You’ll know. So far, we’ve laid out two new universes. They’re empty. Lots of room for adventurous souls.

“Here’s something else to keep your eye on, too. The Company’s reality is breaking down. You may see seams in odd places where there shouldn’t be any. Don’t pick at them or point them out to other people. You’ll get busted for that. A seam is usually a long thin blue line. If it pops far enough, you’ll see a different kind of space behind it. Stay calm.

“For the past two weeks, a big seam has been exposed at the corner of Sunset Boulevard and Vermont Avenue. Don’t try to go there. Crowds were gathering. The DHS came in and hosed them down with a version of Roundup. Upwards of six thousand people were arrested, and DHS has the area cordoned off with tanks.

“If you can still pick up SubNetB8 on your mobile device, you can see pictures. The white light streaming through the gap in the seam? It’s been photoshopped in. It isn’t really there. Neither are the UFOs or the voices. That’s the Company. They’re staging a ‘virtual drill’ in the area. Lots of phony religious content. It’s a cover. They’ve built a temp church in Silver Lake to handle the overflow of new believers.

“If somebody approaches you with an offer to travel to Mexico, then sneak back into the US and apply for benefits, don’t bite. Tomorrow morning, before nine, walk to the Mickey Pavilion, turn left and keep going for about a mile. On your right, you’ll see a small shed painted green. Behind the shed is a cheap water ride. Take out a boat and row to the Secret Tunnel.

“Take it. When the little train has been in the tunnel for a minute, you’ll see a dim corridor on your left. Hop off the train and walk along the corridor. You’ll come to the back of the Clinton-Bush-Obama Mountain. At the base is a service door. It’s unlocked.

“Go through and you’ll be standing on the corner of Ashbury Street and First Avenue. A day’s walk east will take you out into the desert. The fences are broken. Get out into the desert and head toward the Nevada Hills. You’ll see it. It’s a huge white hotel about five miles in.

“A mile before the hotel, you’ll come to a wide crack in the desert floor. It’s not a crack. The Company’s Simul is breaking down there. It’s an exit. Use it if you have the courage.”

Exit From the Matrix

You burn the note, sit and eat your powdered eggs and watch the news. You think about what you’re going to do. Or not do.

A few sentences float in from somewhere. They were written by Philip K Dick, an ancient writer whose works have been outlawed:

“Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups…So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms…And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.”

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

The US government is bankrolling the engineering of humans

The US government bankrolls the engineering of humans

by Jon Rappoport

August 22, 2013

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If you still remember a piece of paper called the US Constitution, you might wonder under what section of that document the government is permitted to alter the human species.

A current Pentagon plan to create a biological platform inside the human body, using it to deliver new genetic information, and thus changing what the human body is and does…well, that is about as outrageous as you can get, when it comes to the violation of permitted federal powers.

Yet, the White House doesn’t care, nor does Congress, nor does the Supreme Court, nor does any federal agency or oversight department. It’s all right. It’s not a problem. It’s a “medical” program, you see. And therefore it will help people, and the government’s job is to help people.

This is the new version of the Constitution: “the government is here to help you, and anything it does in that regard is legal.” Sign up now. Get on the list. Help overrides anything written into the Constitution.

“If the government wants to help me, it’s fine. That’s what government is for. It’s like a parent. If the daddy is injecting me with genetic material to make me better, I love it.”

DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) is preparing to launch these genetic experiments. DARPA is organized under the Pentagon, which is organized under the Dept, of Defense, which is an agency of the executive branch, which means the White House, which refers to the President, where the buck stops. So that’s the chain of command. The violation of the Constitution goes all the way to the top.

Here is a key quote from the DARPA proposal: “…the successful development of technologies for rapid introduction of large DNA vectors into human cell lines will enable the ability to engineer much more complex functionalities into human cell lines than are currently possible.”

DARPA plans to insert a 47th chromosome into human cell lines. That chromosome will serve as a kind of platform that will make subsequent delivery of new genetic information much easier.

New genetic information means alterations in the body, at the level of DNA.

Engineering humans.

(For a pdf copy of the DARPA solicitation in question — which is entitled “Advanced Tools for Mammalian Genome Engineering“, click here.)

The Matrix Revealed

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DARPA will justify these experiments on the basis of improving soldiers’ performance on the battlefield, their general health, their capacity to recover from illness, injury, exhaustion. They can justify it any way they want to, but it adds up to the same thing.

“We will change you. We will make you better. And, ahem, uh, easier to control.”

But this isn’t a debate about how a human could be made better or what “better” should mean or who should decide. It’s an argument that the whole program is a violation of the Constitution—because if we don’t stand on that, we don’t stand on anything.

Without invoking the law of the land, we allow various people to squabble about lesser issues and determine outcomes based on random and arbitrary factors.

“Well, I don’t think the Pentagon should be in charge of this program at all. It should be moved over to the National Institutes of Health, where it belongs.”

“I see no problem with Pentagon handling it, as long as there is civilian oversight from, say, the FDA. We could also have university scientists act in a consulting capacity…”

“The President should appoint a Genetics Czar. He could supervise the whole thing, with Congressional oversight.”

“It has to be run by the government. Otherwise, we can’t guarantee it’ll be done in an ethical fashion.”

No. The whole effort to engineer humans is unconstitutional, where government involvement is concerned. As for private companies taking part, there are already laws on the books about engineering humans. The adequate enforcement of those laws is another problem.

There’s nothing much at stake here. Only the future of the human species.

If private citizens, who are the target of this experimentation, don’t have standing to file a class action suit against the government, who does? A judge denying standing would, in and of itself, create an uproar.

“Let me see if I’ve got this straight, Your Honor. We, as private citizens, who would have our DNA changed, don’t have the right to object. Correct? Call us crazy, but we thought potential victims are precisely the class who must take action. Who should oppose this program? Ants? Rats? Chimpanzees?”

If there are any constitutional lawyers out there who see what’s happening here, I advise immediate filings. Take this horror to the most basic level: the gross violation of federal powers. Bury the government where they stand. Make the point. Cut this off at the pass.

If there is any issue around which the American people should be able to unite, the government alteration of their genes should be it.

If not, I suggest consulting travel brochures for other planets.

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

You can have consciousness made out of poetry or brain surgery

by Jon Rappoport

August 20, 2013

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—recounted as a dialogue—

“Well, Jim, we found a few interesting things when we went into your brain.”

“Really?”

“Yes. A whole lot of poems, in fact.”

“What?! Impossible. That has to be a mistake. I’m just an ordinary guy. I go to work, have a few beers, take the train home, eat dinner, read the paper, do a little note-writing on experiments at the lab, go to bed around midnight…”

“Jim, I’m not asking for your biography—”

“I know, Doc, but what you’re telling me is crazy. I like a limerick now and then, but the weird stuff…Shakespeare and Milton…that’s for the dome heads. I’m just…”

“You’re a regular guy. Got that, Jim. However, I can show you X-rays. Scans. There’s poetry in your brain, and it’s threatening to take over your cerebral cortex unless we go in and do a second surgery.”

“Take over? You’re joking.”

“You have to face up to a few things, Jimbo. You’re actually posing as just another Joe, and it’s a good impression, I’m sure, but inside you there are poems waiting to come out. And if they do, it’s going to get ugly, believe me. For one thing, you’ll see more.”

“See more what?”

“More of what existence can be.”

“THERE ISN’T ANYTHING MORE. There’s what I do every day. My work. My family. My salary. Beers with the boys. Football. I love football.”

“Yes, we all love football, Jim. It’s mandatory. But you…let me read one of the poems we found in your brain.”

“HELL NO.”

“It won’t hurt that much.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Now as I was young and easy, under the apple boughs, about the lilting house, and happy as the grass was green—”

“STOP!”

“Okay, Jim, take it easy, it’s in your head, don’t blame me. We’ve discovered that…how I can put this…on some level you’re always thinking in poetry. Your whole consciousness is involved, and if we were to take the poems away, you’d go into a deep sleep, a kind of amnesia, perhaps a coma, and you’d never wake up. So we can’t surgically remove the poems. At best we can bury them deeper.”

“Do it. Bury them. Bury them all.”

“Yes, Jim, but hear me out. If we do that, you’ll lose something.”

“You mean I won’t like football anymore?”

“No, Jim. You’ll still have football. But you might not have beer. Just kidding. Ha-ha. What you might lose is your interest in life.”

“What do you mean?”

“You may not feel alive in the same way. You could become very dull.”

“How’s that possible, Doc. You’re just getting rid of poems. Who cares?”

“Well, Jim, apparently you do. As much as you’d like to deny it, your existence, your feeling about what it means to be alive—even though you’re trying to emphasize how ordinary you are—is wrapped up in a certain poetic consciousness. I know, it’s strange. But again, don’t blame me.”

“Look, Doc, you went into my skull to remove some kind of little blockage. And then you came up with these poems. And now you want to bury them. But you say if you do, I might turn into a zombie.”

“In the surgery, Jim, there was a leakage. Poems started to come through. We put in a plug, but it’s just temporary. It’s a delicate situation. Going back in a second time, we either let out all the poems, or we build a thicker wall.”

“Let me ask you a question, Doc. This thing, consciousness. What is it?”

“It’s two things, Jim. It’s what makes you know you’re alive, and it’s also how you’re alive. That second part is tricky. You’re alive, Jim, through connecting with the rhythm and sound of certain thoughts, certain energies. And these energies would NEVER come through to you if it weren’t for language, and that language is poetic. It’s much greater than the reality we see around us. You dampen down that language, Jim, because you want to appear normal. It’s your goal in life, to pretend not to understand anything about this. Do you see? You want to come off like a regular guy, who’s smart and good at his job, and who knows what’s happening in the world. But you don’t want to admit you’re connected to…that thing you’re afraid of.”

“But LOOK. I AM a regular guy. All right, so I read the newspaper and I can look behind the stories and I can see a lot of the con games the government is playing on people. I can see crimes and conspiracies. I know something about who’s running the show, who’s behind the curtain. I take pride in that. But this poetry thing. It’s crazy.”

“Yes, I understand, Jim. But that’s not going to cut it in this case. We’re at a serious crossroad. We have to do something. You’re playing with fire, trying to deny your connection. On some level, you’re participating in a greater reality. You’re thinking on a different plane, and that thinking is what we call poetry. We could call it Budweiser, but it wouldn’t make any difference. It’s thought with higher force. It’s great and grand ideas. And they’re coming from you, from your mind. You want to say you’re living in a pond, but you’re living in the ocean. Let me put it this way. If you weren’t accessing oceanic consciousness, you couldn’t step it all down and appear to be a normal very smart guy. It wouldn’t work. You’d have nothing to dampen down.”

“What would I be?”

“A broccoli. A head of lettuce.”

“You’re serious?”

“As serious as an aneurism, Jim.”

“Geez, Doc, this is bad. My whole reputation, my whole rep with MYSELF is riding on the fact that I’m a hardheaded realist. Do you get what’s at stake here?”

“Of course I do. That’s why I’m being so forthcoming. I could have put you under without you knowing it and just cut into your skull again. But I wanted to explain the whole thing to you and give you a choice. You see, Jim, the truth is we’re all living in a charade. We’re all faking it. We’re pretending we don’t have these fantastic energies in us. We’re all stepping it down to average and normal and smart.

It just so happens that, by the luck of the draw, my assistant in the OR nicked a little piece of your brain and opened up a portal into what we’re all trying to avoid. We’re all hooked up to our own poetic centers. We all see life in much wider and deeper terms. I don’t mean little stupid rhymes. I mean great language that vaults us up into atmospheres and spaces that…well, I can’t really do it justice sitting here talking to you. But this is mind control here, Jim. The most profound kind. Self-induced. We do it to ourselves. We cut off access. We keep ourselves ignorant about the language we have…the genuine language that comes out of imagination. If I operate on you again, there’s a chance the wall we build will be too thick, and you’ll wake up with very little awareness. You’ll be regular and normal and average for real. And trust me, Jim, that’s a nightmare. I’ve seen it. The person is, to put it kindly, at an enormous disadvantage.”

“What should I do, Doc?”

“Take a chance, Jim. Let us clear away any scar tissue and just leave an open portal. Let the language and the energies come through. From one faker to another, go for it. Go for the great adventure. Who knows what’ll it be? One thing’s for sure. You won’t be sitting here whining to me. You’ll be you. Dealing with that won’t be easy, but with enough guts, you could make it through. You could show us what we don’t want to see.”

“Doesn’t sound very appealing.”

“That won’t be your problem, Jim. I guarantee it. The problem is, it’ll be too appealing.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. Being who you are is what you’ve sacrificed your whole life. You’re going to retract that sacrifice. Think of it that way. You’re going to pull away the sacrifice like an old coat and burn it in the fire of a thousand new suns…”

“Or else come back as a carrot.”

“Pretty much. People around you will still think you’re Jim, but inside you won’t be anybody or anything. You’ll be a robot with no real consciousness.”

“I hate poetry, Doc.”

“Why do you think that is, Jim?”

“I don’t know. I want things to be simple and clear. Like a story. Beginning, middle, end.”

“Wrapped up like a nice neat package.”

“That’s right.”

“Like your life.”

“Why not?”

“You tell me.”

“I hate poetry.”

“We all do, Jim. It reminds us of something we’d rather forget.”

“So help me forget it, Doc.”

“You want to be a zombie.”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Imagine a world full of zombies, Jim. Everybody cut off from their oceanic consciousness. No poetry ever again.”

“Sounds good. Sounds like realism. No more conflict. No more demons.”

“Demons? Is that what you think I’m talking about, Jim? Your greatest thoughts and energies expressed with their greatest force, with raw beauty and—”

“They’re not RATIONAL, Doc. They’re meaningless. I don’t understand those thoughts. They don’t make any sense.”

“If we build that wall in your brain, Jim, what’s left of you will be a machine. Do you get that?”

“That’s what I want. I want to be a machine. I’ll be fine.”

“Well…okay, kid. Your choice. Your destiny. We’ll prep you for surgery. We’ll make those trillion watts of energy shrink down to a ten-watt bulb.”

“This thing you call poetic consciousness, Doc? It’s just a delusion. And I want to get rid of it.”

“Okay, Jim, I’ll put the genie back in the bottle.”

“Nice talking to you, Doc.”

“I wish that were true, Jim. TYGER, TYGER, BURNING BRIGHT, IN THE FORESTS OF THE NIGHT, WHAT IMMORTAL HAND OR EYE COULD FRAME THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY?”

“See, Doc. That’s just what I mean. What the hell kind of talk is that? I don’t understand it! Get rid of it!”

“Sorry, kid, it just slipped out. I’ll go get ready. Relax. The nurse’ll be in in a minute. Piece of cake.”

“Poetry. Ridiculous. It’s for idiots.”

“Sure, kid.”

“We don’t need poets.”

Exit From the Matrix

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

“Of course not. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is
myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or
ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can
wait.

My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite,
I laugh at what you call dissolution,
And I know the amplitude of time.

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are
with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I
translate into a new tongue.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

…I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic
nourishing night!
Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night — mad naked summer night.

Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow’d earth — rich apple-blossom’d earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.

Prodigal, you have given me love — therefore I to you give
love!”

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. 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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

It’s the poets who destroy the old order

It’s the poets who destroy the old order

by Jon Rappoport

August 19, 2013

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“[Poetry] should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a Remembrance…” (John Keats)

“And then your life, the life you are telling me about, becomes a short story that had force only because it was viewed from a particular slant, your slant, which you found within the one language you speak…” (The Magician Awakes)

“The greatest sum is no sum at all. It isn’t the addition of facts or numbers. It’s the willingness, for a little while at first, to suspend judgment and consider there are mythic qualities in existence that come from us…myths greater than machines…and in order to give voice to the myths we need to go where poets go. We need to go there badly. For our own sake, we have to put that peculiar precision that splits a tiny particle into smaller and smaller pieces on the shelf for a little while…” (The Magician Awakes)

Call this an article of faith.

These days, people are rightly concerned about spying, snooping, tracking, hacking, profiling. The battle of privacy versus intrusion. The systems that look at other systems.

And at the same time, the people who are spying and tracking are trying to hide their own secrets. They’re doing double duty. Just off the top of your head, what would you think of a person who was doing everything he could to assemble the particulars of your life while he was concealing the details of his?

And suppose his wealth and access were, say, a few hundred billion times greater than yours?

What kind of language is involved in all this computer spying and counter-spying and protection? You don’t have to be an expert to see it’s the language of the machine. It’s certainly elegant in many respects, and it’s delineated in fine, very fine, and extra-fine shavings of detail. The Trojan Horse is now algorithmic.

The people who enter and work in that universe are committed to a meticulous process of move and counter-move. Programs above other programs. Look-ins which are processing the strategies of other look-ins.

I’m interested in all this because the past, present, and future of language is involved. A civilization, to a significant extent, rides on what happens to words—not as detached entities, but as the expression of what we invent ourselves to be.

“It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

These aren’t minor matters. Imagine what victory in a war means when the survivors, on both sides, emerge with battered minds, bodies, and souls. The experience of war makes them see the future in different terms.

If freedom is placed in a modern context of privacy vs. no-privacy, the war is going to embroil us in a language of the machine. We’re going to touch that language, rub up against it in one way or another, use it, oppose some piece of it with another piece of it.

Children are going to grow up learning it and swimming in it and its effects.

In that way, the creeks and streams and rivers and oceans of machine interaction are going to power human thinking.

“…it is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there…” (William Carlos Williams)

Here’s a strange example. People will take a paragraph out of an author’s novel, extract every key word, and track down their possible references—and then try to reconstitute the paragraph as if it were lines of secret code. They’ll rebuild it by welding together those references.

Because mathematics consists of symbol-manipulation, and the symbols have very specific and tight meanings, there is a growing tendency to assume all language works this way.

But of course, it doesn’t.

Poetry doesn’t. So the poet, who was already on the far edge of credibility, is reintroduced as a symbol maker, a mathematician slipping a coded revolution into the matrix.

That might make an entertaining science fiction novel, but it has nothing to do with the energy or intent of a poem.

Poets may be unearthing hidden treasure, but the spoils of their war are everything mathematics isn’t. Every great poet destroys the old order. It’s for the reader to discover and see that, if he can.

The old order, which is always and forever fascism dressed up as “greatest good,” keeps resurfacing in the same pool of decay.

It’s the poets who know how to climb down into the muck and also fly above it, waking the dead parts of the psyche.

Whoever rules these dead, and how, with what tricks and subterfuge, the royal purpose remains constant: the rejection of poetic consciousness that can fully restore the human being to the life that is his.

Poetry does more than reorder reality. It reconstitutes it from the beginning, from the first line on the page of the future.

Society, as it has been shaped, is the sum of illusions that prevent the individual from hearing the first line, even as it echoes in his mind.

This repression is a cooperative exchange in the marketplace. The individual agrees to deafen himself, in order to placate inner forces he fears. Forces that ultimately don’t exist. The whole operation is a chimera.

It’s the poets who destroy the old order.

“Time let me hail and climb, Golden in the heydays of his eyes. And honoured among wagons, I was prince of the apple towns, And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light.”

“Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table…”

“These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis…”

These aren’t instructions or code or habits to be performed, or political improvements. They’re grand intrusions on the commonplace labyrinth. They come in at an angle and explode.

As the consciousness of these things dwindles in the era of the machine and all its complications, as the matrix expands to include language-calculations designed to describe what the individual is and isn’t, a sea of geometry forms the illusion of progress.

Caught in nests of such symbolic relation, we wait, “till human voices wake us and we drown.”

The drowning comes because the voices are speaking and singing in a key that is one small mathematical preoccupation in the infinite spectrum of imagination.

To the extent the poet is merely taken to be crazy, doom is settling like a shroud around our shoulders.

“…the willingness to give the response to the heroic…gets weaker and weaker in every democracy, as time goes on. Then men turn against the heroic appeal, with a sort of venom. They will only listen to the call of mediocrity wielding the insentient bullying power of mediocrity: which is evil.” (DH Lawrence)

But poets always come. They see doom and they use it as fuel for a new fire that ends one epoch and begins another. Who hears them? That is always the open question. We are already living in a new time, if we would recognize it.

“Poetry is the mother tongue of the human race.” (Johann Georg Hamann)

“[Poetry:] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.” (Thomas Gray)

Imagine there were a million new and unknown languages waiting to be discovered. These tongues wouldn’t make things simpler. They wouldn’t make machines run more smoothly. They would wake us up to new sensations, feelings, exaltations. They would lead us into worlds that had remained in the shadows because we had no way to express our perception of them. They would light up whole geographies of our consciousness that had been dormant. Every compromise with reality would be exposed as a blatant enormous lie.

Every “thought-machine” would crumble. The absurdity of building bigger and bigger organizations as the grand solution to conflict would reveal itself so clearly, even android-humans would see it and wake up from their trance.

The dim apprehension of what is called “paranormal” would blow up and become part of every-day experience. But most of all, our aesthetic sense would expand in every direction, and we would be able to see how rock-bottom consensus reality is merely a fragment of material for making poetry.

Exit From the Matrix

Here’s an excerpt from my unfinished manuscript, The Magician Awakes:

“You sit there and tell me about your life, but after a while it occurs to me you’re talking in a blind language. You’re moving above other words you don’t give voice to. There’s another language running in your head, a language you haven’t found yet. It’s there, but you don’t want to look at it.

“You vaguely think, from time to time, it might be in Nature. You might find it there. But Nature is just one part of that expression. If the existence of Nature is so clear to you, consider that there are thousands of other Natures. And each one has a language that unlocks it and spreads it out in a different space and time.

“Would you rather pull back in and settle on the words you use every day? Would you rather become an expert in those words, a king of those words, a ruler in that small place? Is that the beginning and end of what you want and where you’re going? Is that all the human race is capable of?

“Because if it is, then we can end this discussion and all discussions. We can please ourselves with what we have. We can dodge and duck. We can inject ourselves with that ‘satisfaction drug’ and say there’s nothing else to do.

“But suppose these thousands of unknown languages, which no people on earth speak, are sitting like gigantic clouds and then moving slowly through our minds. Suppose each one of those languages can wake us up to new KINDS of experience—experience we perhaps once had but lost.

“And then your life, the life you are telling me about, becomes a short story that had force only because it was viewed from a particular slant, your slant, which you found within the one language you speak. Do you see?

“You’re battling within that one language and you’re finding your story in it. You’ve achieved something. I’m not asking you to throw it away by the side of the road. I’m suggesting that this same life can be told from thousands of angles in other languages, and those tongues are much different, much wider, and through them you see a far bigger life…and you can’t then avoid it, you can’t go back, you don’t want to avoid 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

Why must art imitate reality?

Why must art imitate reality?

By Jon Rappoport

August 17, 2013

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Well, of course, it doesn’t have to, but that’s what most people are looking for. An imitation of reality.

Surrealism, for example, is crazy by conventional standards. Which is its whole point: who set up the conventional standards?

Once you open up that question, all bets are off.

What happens if I write a short play in which Edward Snowden is a dictator in a police state, and the NSA are revolutionaries battling for freedom?

Is that stage play “illegal?” Could reversing roles actually indict the NSA to a greater degree and make its crimes more vivid?

“No! You’re twisting everything! Stick to the facts! You’re soiling the reputation of Edward Snowden!”

Is that what I’m doing? Of course not. But “the reality people” are offended.

The notion that inversion or metaphor could be more powerful than fact is impossible for them to conceive.

Satire? Never heard of it.

The truth is, in every person there is a force of imagination waiting to make a prison break. That force feels great joy in overturning reality. But most people lock it up behind bars. And having locked it up, they don’t want to be reminded of it.

Art reminds them.

Art is a thorn.

“Don’t bother me. I’m accepting reality. I’m a loyal foot-soldier in the army of What Is.”

Such a person is conning himself, but he doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it at all. But a child does. A child is ready to stage little improvisational plays at the drop of a hat. New roles, new stories. For him, reality is soft and elastic.

A child is prepared to torpedo any consensus in the service of inventing something spontaneous.

Eventually, he learns this a taboo. It isn’t part of the adult universe. If he’s going to use his imagination at all, it must be for the purpose of strengthening What Is.

His parents and teachers are there to help him with this effort.

But somewhere down deep, they all know this is collaborating with the enemy. It’s betraying the core of consciousness.

Exit From the Matrix

Awareness is only one part of consciousness. The greater part is imagination/creation. It needs no factual foundation. It needs no sanction.

Art makes realities, worlds, universes. In doing so, it jettisons rules. It makes up its own rules, or dispenses with rules altogether.

If more artists understood this, if more people became artists, society would undergo a remarkable transformation. It wouldn’t turn into a new consensus; it would evolve into millions of side-by-side original creations. What that would look like, how it would operate, is unknown. We’ve never seen a society like that on planet Earth.

But there would be no more need for war.

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

New owner at Washington Post: packaging insanity in bubbles

New owner at Washington Post: packaging insanity in bubbles

by Jon Rappoport

August 17, 2013

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There is deep context for every political story in the news. Of course, the networks and major newspapers don’t explore it. But it’s there if one wants to bother tracking it down.

How do you cover “quantitative easing” (printing endless money) unless you discuss what the Federal Reserve is and isn’t? You can’t. You get a body with its head chopped off. You get severely truncated information.

And this describes what the news does and what politicians do. They omit context. From A to Z. They chop heads.

The effect? A trance.

A trance IS what happens when the mind enters the dead zone where information doesn’t have a basis. A trance is that float.

Watching and listening to news and political statements is entering the float. The questioning mind piles up queries until it goes on overload and surrenders.

Because there is no context.

It’s like walking into a room where a group of strangers is discussing a story in midstream. You play catch-up. You try to fill in the blanks. But you’re lost.

Tech blather has already begun, since Jeff Bezos, CEO of Amazon, bought the Washington Post at a fire sale. Jeff Genius will invent new ways to transmit the news to ‘people on the go’ and make the Post a smashing success. (See Wired, “How Jeff Bezos Will Reinvent Legacy News Media,” by Puneet Mehta.)

The new Washington Post. Mobile devices. Multiple platforms. Digital, taking over from print. Ads customized to fit readers’ interests (profiling). News stories customized to fit readers’ interests (more profiling).

I can see it now. John Smith spends every waking hour watching porn. So HIS Washington Post will sport a page-one headline, LINDA LOVELACE RETROSPECTIVE RAISES PROTESTS.

Just what we need. Perfect.

A Democratic voter in Chicago will get a different page-one headline, OBAMA PROMISES NEW PROGRAMS FOR CRIME PREVENTION.

Streamlined media. Market-driven. More absurd than ever. A reflexive bubble inside which the reader can be entertained. Your own search engine without the need to search.

Another way of delivering content without context.

The Post will become an updated corpse burying the old corpse of the paper. Here’s my headline: WAPO PIG WITH LIPSTICK LAYS TO REST WAPO PIG WITHOUT LIPSTICK.

The Matrix Revealed

This is what a real publisher would do, in case anyone’s interested:

He’d assemble his key editors and reporters in a room, lock the door, and say: “All right, we have a handful of scandals here. The IRS targeting specific kinds of groups on non-profit status. Michael Hasting’s death. The NSA spying on AP reporters. Fast and Furious. Benghazi. NSA-Snowden. Now, if you were honest and open and unafraid, by some miracle, which one of these stories would you pick for a good old-fashioned slaughter?

“Which scandal do you think goes the deepest? If you were inclined to do an actual investigation, no holds barred, all the way to the bottom of the dung pile, to find the REAL secrets, which scandal would you choose? I’m talking about a series of, say, 50 page-one stories, during a relentless six-month blood bath.”

And then that publisher would sit back and listen to his lackeys bloviate for an hour or so.

Then he’d interrupt: “No, I don’t think you understand me. I’m not asking for pontification. I’m asking for reporters’ opinions. The real opinions. The ones you may have had before you sold out to the demands of your former employer. Get it?”

Then, assessing some of the blank looks around the room, he’d fire half his staff. Just as a warm-up.

“Okay now, the rest of you—you castrati who’ve been living off the largesse of this paper. Wake up or get out. We’re going to cover a scandal the way it should be done. We’re going to give our readers context for it. Actual background. Prior crimes, hidden players, covert ops, that sort of thing. Am I getting through at all, or do I have to hire kids who are currently working at high-school newspapers?….Excuse me? What did you say? You want to know what this has to do with mobile platforms and customized news for subscribers ON THE GO?…Is that what you actually said? I want to remember it word for word so when I write a letter to your mother I can explain what a complete moron you are and why I fired you…

“Anyway, since you buffoons can’t come up with the one scandal we should cover wall to wall, I’ll go with my own gut. It’s Benghazi. There’s murder there, and a major cover-up. Liars at the State Department, which means Hillary, and liars at the CIA and the Pentagon. And that’s just for starters.

“I want to know EVERYTHING about where the missiles went and who shipped them. I want witnesses who’ll testify the US government has been arming low-level terrorists to fight in Syria with those weapons. Nail it. Track it. Find out who’s covering it up. Climb the ladder. Can you see it? WHITE HOUSE USING TERRORISTS TO MAKE WAR. There are people in this city who have the answers…”

Yes, that’s the stuff of movies; not real life in the pigpen of major media. In real life, papers like the Washington Post are part of the cover-up. Their actual work is no work at all. Their principal mission is making sure they don’t dig deep on certain scandals.

There should be Pulitzer Prizes for media outlets based on stories they avoided and covered via limited hangout.

“This year, the Committee awards a Pulitzer for Omission and Limited Hangout to the Washington Post for its ‘coverage’ of SSRI antidepressants pushing children into committing suicide and murder all across America. What coverage? Exactly. Congratulations.”

I’m looking forward to a Washington Post that runs, on mobile devices, 5000 different page-one headlines every day, beamed at profiled readers.

THIRTY YEARS OLD AND LIVING IN YOUR PARENTS’ BASEMENT? NEW STUDY SHOWS VITAMIN D COULD IMPROVE SKIN HEALTH

SELLING WORTHLESS STOCKS TO SUCKERS: STEP ONE IN A CLIMB TO THE TOP

PENTAGON CHIEF SAYS BOYS WHO EAT FROZEN DINNERS MAKE BETTER SOLDIERS

TOP UNIVERSITIES SEEKING STUDENT ATHLETES WHO CAN’T READ: ABSOLUTELY NO BARRIER TO GRADUATION (If you’re a high school coach, read this headline to a 300-pound tackle.)

25 TO 44 YEAR OLD READERS WITH DISCRETIONARY INCOME FORM CLUB TO DISCUSS BEST MOBILE DEVICES, AS PREDATOR DRONES ATTACK IRAN NUCLEAR LAB

Yes, I see a great future for the Washington Post.

The big lie? “Once a great newspaper…” No, I’m afraid not. Mainstream journalism periodically reinvents its own past to pad its reputation. Straight con. There was never a golden age of journalism.

Actual investigative reporting was always the rare exception in major media. And these days, it’s virtually extinct.

Ditto for “the golden age of television broadcast news.” Ed Murrow. Chet Huntley. David Brinkley. Cronkite. I was there. I watched them do their dog and ponies night in and night out. Never an authentic context for a story in the whole lot of them. What they had was deadpan self-assurance. That was the basis of their act. It played well.

The Washington Post built its rep on Watergate, which was twisted from the beginning. Nixon was in David Rockefeller’s crosshairs. That’s where it all began. Nixon had laid tariffs on certain goods coming into the US. He violated the sacred Rockefeller principle of “free trade” (Globalism). He had to go. When he did go, a sop named Gerald Ford moved into the White House and brought along David’s brother, Nelson, as his vice-president.

I hope Jeff Bezos, or someone of his persuasion, ends up owning the NY Times and the LA Times, too, and turns them into advertising giants. Forget news content, except as pauses between commercials.

It’s what these papers deserve. They’re poseurs who’ve pretended to provide the real news for decades. Fake depth takes very little skill.

Most mainstream reporters are extremely low-level insiders, which means they can attend cocktail parties on the East coast and rub elbows with people who help shape government. These reporters come to know there is a standardized list of reliable sources for stories. A quote from such a source qualifies a media piece as authentic.

Attempting to write stories that cross swords with those sources’ agendas dooms a reporter. Access is thereafter denied. The result? The toilet flushes and his career spins down into the sewer.

A journalist who lasts 20 years in the business has sold out everything he has to sell. He comes to believe the bubble in which he lives is the only reality. He’s like the high-fashion PR person who hypes grotesque and buffoonish clothes stick-figure models wear in runway shows, insisting nothing is more beautiful.

The main difference between reporting and investigative reporting? In the first instance, the journalist moves laterally between two basic sources, each of which has a different version of facts or meaning. In the latter enterprise, the reporter digs down vertically and gathers testimony and documents that expose an underbelly. Then he looks for confirmation of what he’s found, while digging still deeper.

Exit From the Matrix

In the summer of 2009, while the CDC was promoting Swine Flu as the next end-of-the-world pandemic, Sharyl Attkisson at CBS discovered the CDC has stopped counting Swine Flu cases in the US.

This was explosive. How then could CDC, the agency tasked with reporting case numbers, claim Swine Flu was everywhere when they weren’t even countng. The CDC reacted with anger and began sidestepping and making absurd excuses.

The story was just taking off. It obviously had more secret compartments, but someone at CBS flashed a red light, and the coverage stopped in its tracks.

Now, four years later, writing in the online British Medical Journal, Peter Doshi has added another major layer to the scandal. Every year, Doshi states, samples from hundreds of thousands of people in the US, who have been diagnosed with flu, are sent to labs for analysis. Only 18% of those samples reveal the presence of ANY flu virus!

Knowing this in 2009, the CDC would have had a very good reason to stop counting Swine Flu cases. Their whole vaccine-promotion campaign was a fraud.

OVERWHELMING MAJORITY OF SWINE FLU CASES IN THE US HAVE NO FLU AT ALL. CDC KNEW.

CBS was on the cusp of blowing it all wide open, and they stopped.

“Yes, we here at CBS do a little investigative reporting, but only a little. When things get too hot, we run for the hills and hide.”

Mainstream media outlets have an important job to perform. They must build up politicians and experts as very important and authoritative figures. After all, comments from these towers of power drive many stories. So it all has to look on the up-and-up.

If CBS hit the CDC amidships with a series of torpedoes, suddenly the leaders and the experts at the agency would appear to be utter quacks and crooks, which is exactly what they are. That can’t happen. It would, among other things, reduce the prestige of CBS, because the network relies on such people to impart a major gloss to the news.

One domino falls, two dominoes fall, and pretty soon…“CBS regrets to announce that upwards of a hundred experts and political leaders on whom we’ve been basing our broadcasts and stories are all idiots and liars who should be in jail.”

And believe me, if CBS had pursued the Swine Flu/CDC story to its core, that agency would have collapsed. There are many more scandals hiding out at the CDC, not the least of which is the absurd contention that poisons in vaccines cannot cause what is called Autism.

The CDC scratches CBS’ back, and CBS returns the favor. They’re partners. Sharyl Attkisson never had a chance of tracking the Swine Flu story to its conclusion. She would have, had her bosses let her, but there was too much at stake.

That’s why turning major media outlets into mobile-device “on the go” advertising platforms, with all their users profiled, is a logical conclusion to the history of these organizations.

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

NBC’s Meet the Press hits lowest rating in 21 years

NBC’s Meet the Press hits lowest rating in 21 years

by Jon Rappoport

August 15, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

Another media ship is going down. Break out the champagne.

The big-3 Sunday morning news shows are basically politicians talking through the screen to their colleagues in Georgetown. Gibberish from idiots to other idiots.

In so far as the shows reach the general viewing public…

The unspoken premise of This Week, Meet the Press, and Face the Nation goes like this: Given the fact that America is making constant war to expand the imperial corporate empire, the military industrial complex is suffering a hernia from carrying so much money, multiple agencies are spying on everybody all the time, the medical system in America is killing 2.25 million people per decade, millions of acres of untested GMO food plus Roundup are a runaway health disaster, the Fed Reserve is a private banking monopoly posing as a government agency, the Mexican border is a sieve for the Sinaloa Cartel to kick off their Washington-approved drug routes to a distribution hub called Chicago, only “the cops and thugs should have guns,” the government-sponsored mental-health monopoly called psychiatry is destroying the brains of countless numbers of children, vaccines are filled with toxic ingredients, the federal government is pouring wet cement on the Constitution every hour of every day, more people are using food stamps than are working, our children are learning how to become little robots in school, the free and independent individual is an anathema, television is brainwashing 300 million people, and all presidents are vetted to ensure they’ll support a Globalist planet…NONE OF WHICH WE’LL TOUCH ON IN THE NEXT HOUR…

WHAT’S NEW THIS WEEK?

“Well, David, gurgle, gurgle, ahem, and then we have, but of course, some people believe, although I would say…”

Riveting.

These Sunday morning shows should be a ring of Hell, where sinners experience an eternity of soul-eating boredom and rage.

The challenge for David Gregory (Meet the Press (NBC)), George Stephanopoulos (This Week (ABC)), and Bob Schieffer (Face the Nation (CBS)) is: how do I make the interviews and conversations sound real, when more and more viewers realize we’re just doing another trance-induction?

The basis of hypnotic trance is: no authentic context. That’s it. The victim narrows his focus, under the direction of the hypnotist, producing a free-floating state devoid of any significant external connections.

David Gregory’s ratings-dive to third place, among the Sunday puppet shows, is mainly the effect of him failing to affect a persona that enhances the basic hypnotic effect of the non-news. He’s just a bland gray egg.

He doesn’t produce the sing-song mesmerizing rhythms of Bob Schieffer, who learned that trick as an anchor. Stephanopoulos, the “boy wonder” from the Clinton years, works an earnest front for the This Week audience, pretending he’s really “searching for answers” to weighty questions.

Gregory is basically a poor actor. He’s clueless about how to present clueless news. And he replaced the popular Tim Russert, who made his reputation by liking every disingenuous moron he ever interviewed.

The Matrix Revealed

The Sunday morning news-talk shows were invented to transmit the impression the networks were doing “public service by exploring political issues in greater depth.” They became prestige items for corporate advertisers.

The Sunday shows also evolved, over the years, to present the entirely phony idea that, on all major subjects of interest, the two political parties in America hold widely diverging views. Media companies, of course, specialize in that nonsense. The public must never learn there is basically one political party in the US.

Absent any prurient scandal, mass shooting, or disaster, these shows hobble along until election season, when they really swing into gear and feature The Horse Race. At that point, they vibrate between giving free ad time to candidates and asking deep thinkers to assess how the competing election PR teams are doing in their efforts to rope in voters.

In general, the Sunday morning viewing audience is supposed to feel they’re peering through a window to obtain insiders’ views on topics of great import.

David Gregory is dying on camera. Perhaps Mr. Wackadoodle, Chris Matthews, will ascend to the Meet the Press throne.

However, in the endless op to persuade Americans that the two-party system encompasses the whole spectrum of political thought, the Sunday shows have already been upstaged by more asinine and, therefore, popular installments: MSNBC and FOX. There you can find bigger hacks and hustlers shoveling 24/7 manure. They don’t bother with the niceties. They just pile it on by the ton. There, also, the proof of the pudding is in the eating during election season. If there is any lingering hope that newspeople believe the Constitution holds a shred of validity, those networks dispel it when they start wall to wall campaigning for the latest presidential crime figures.

Exit From the Matrix

About-Face on the Nation, This Weak, and Meat the Press don’t stand a chance. They’re relics of a time when lies were supposed to be delivered politely.

The three major networks should bury those corpses and use the time to re-air the most outrageous partisan political moments of the week, from FOX, MSNBC, and CNN.

A special segment, called Operation Mockingbird, would feature a CIA spokesman delivering “the best lie we planted as a news story in the past seven days.”

A final feature, played for comic value, The NSA Spies on an Entirely Innocent Private Citizen, would highlight the blow-by-blow tracking of an American at work and at home.

And then it’s on to golf, infomercials for vacation paradises and juicers, and Mail Your Money to This Particular TV Preacher Before It’s Too Late.

Not to worry. I’m developing an exciting Sunday show called The Food Stamp President. We’ll take cameras into the homes and cardboard boxes of formerly employed Americans who are learning a valuable lesson: Dependence means never having to say you’re sorry. We’re negotiating with a primary sponsor. Planned Parenthood. They have deep pockets, via your generous tax contributions to the federal government.

The overriding message? The gov will always and forever save you, but you should abort all those extra family members before they come into this world. It’ll give you a stress-free existence.

Other sponsors? Cell-phone companies. “Talk is cheap, and we’ll prove it. Sign up for your gratis phone. The White House loves you.”

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