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Rappoport: if I were President, if you were

Rappoport: if I were President, if you were

by Jon Rappoport

October 9, 2015

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No, I’m not running. This is a hybrid article about something else. Call it fantasy, metaphor, excursion into the wild blue yonder. It’s as real or unreal as things are to you when you imagine them. Have you ever experienced, with full-bodied impact, a future that didn’t exist, a new day that hadn’t come yet? Have you ever fallen asleep and had a dream that was more real than waking life? If so, you qualify as a candidate for the Presidency…

Okay. Here we go.

Ahem. Let me start off by saying this a metaphysical article, because on that level I am already President of the United States…and if that sounds ridiculous…good. Let’s begin from the ridiculous, since that’s where this country is anyway.

With me so far? All right.

Second; my background. I’ve been working as an investigative reporter for 30 years, because it enables me to skewer what’s happening in the place called “Earth Reality.”

Earth Reality is a rather pathetic locale. Many things are taking place that shouldn’t be. I believe we can all agree on this.

I concur with Barack Obama on one issue. Executive Orders are a powerful instrument for change, and as President, I would employ them to the fullest.

For example, I would decree, on a day of my choosing, that all buildings and facilities of the FDA and the CDC shall be emptied of humans, after which those buildings would be thoroughly fumigated, and those agencies would cease, finally, to exist.

On this count alone, I think you should elect me as President.

To replace the FDA and the CDC, I would issue a new decree, establishing that “medical treatment” will forthwith be accomplished by voluntary private contract between “practitioner” and “client.”

Anyone can be a practitioner. There are no more licenses.

In these private contracts, clients agree to take responsibility for the outcome of treatment. There will be no law suits.

And no one can be forced to take a medical drug or vaccine.

Those steps will create a new burgeoning economy throughout the land.

Furthermore, the purported harm that may result from the ingestion of a drug or nutritional supplement is the responsibility of the patient or client. If you have doubts about a drug or vitamin, don’t take them. If you need information in order to make a choice, consult the many sources of research and advice that will spring up in the new economy.

Back to the metaphysical for a moment. Believe it or not, there are, in a real sense, alternative streams of time. Possible futures. Just as there are “what-could-have-been” pasts that never materialized, owing to a lack of imagination and courage.

In the time stream I inhabit, where I am already President, things are looking rosy. Quite so. Freedom is expanding at an astonishing clip. Onerous and criminal Globalist trade treaties have already been wiped off the map.

David Rockefeller, Zbiggie Brzezinski, and the inner core of the CFR, Trilateral Commission, Bilderberger Group, and other such lunatic organizations are trying to make a go of several gas stations and tanning salons in Death Valley.

Of course, in Earth Reality, as President, I would do whatever it takes to cancel NAFTA, CAFTA, GATT, and all the other no-tariff treaties, in order to protect American businesses from predatory mega-corporations who have no allegiance beyond their bottom lines. My Executive Orders would probably bring about a Constitutional crisis. We’ve needed one of these for a long time. The Supremes would try to overrule me, the Congress would rise up like the pathetic losers they are, and I would step in and make my case directly to the American people.

I would tell them the Globalists have sacked and pillaged their country by closing down factories here and sending jobs overseas, where people work for a few pennies an hour. I would speak plainly. And often. Very often.

Eventually I would win. You would surely stand up and help me.

My Attorney General (not some schmuck) would be tasked with invading (with warrants) Monsanto facilities all over the country and making hundreds of arrests—on a charge of mass poisoning (Roundup). And the ensuing trials would be broadcast on the Net in full. Rest assured, my administration would find actual scientists (not paid-off slimeballs) to back our case, with something you may have heard of, called evidence.

These show trials would expose hundreds of instances of intentional scientific fraud, as well as prior government collusion with Monsanto (leading to more arrests).

Would we be having a little fun so far? I believe so.

Then on to the Federal Reserve. As you know, that’ll be a sizzler. Private banks parading as a federal agency? Inventing money out of thin air? Charging interest on it? Secretly regulating booms and busts? Bringing the faces of Fed Reserve bankers out in the open will result in a kind of negative-space Mt. Rushmore.

Back to metaphysics again. You see, there is a future in which we’ve already won. It’s sitting there like a cosmic plate of pancakes and butter and maple syrup on a kitchen table on a spring morning full of promise. Endless promise.

We just need to make a couple of turns in the road and go around a bend, and there it is.

How can I know all this? Because, like you, I’ve been involved in a few wonderful projects whose future fruition was tangible and palpable, as real as anything can be real—and then some faceless self-aggrandizing ego derailed them. Because he could. Because he was, say, the president of a college where I was working, and I had a fantastic—well, that’s another story for another time. But you get the point.

You can feel a better and freer future before it happens. You know it’s there. Because, and let’s all finally admit it, imagination creates reality. That’s not a New Age slogan. That’s the way the cosmos operates, and more importantly, that’s the way we operate, when we emerge from the shadows.

I’m not talking about a snap of the fingers and a rainbow appearing. I’m talking about dreams…and then making them fact in the world

I’m just warming up here. There are certainly other earth-Reality issues I can comment on, and probably will. Other issues on which I would, as President, take decisive action.

Such as: the federal funding of schools whose grossly illegal mission is the teaching of values, and the twisted little snipers who do the teaching. Needless to say, that would all stop. On a dime.

In case there is still any metaphysical confusion, I am already President in the space I inhabit (as are you, by the way), and I am also projecting the possibility of becoming President in the sad and screwed up and bent space called America.

There are better times ahead, since they already exist—which we would know if we owned up and confessed we are already looking at them.

power outside the matrix

For many moons, I’ve been relentless about attacking the sacred institutions of society, and with good reason. That doesn’t mean I want failure. I know people who do, and I avoid them like the plague.

On the other hand, I also know people who, operating on far less than a full deck, go through life with an empty glazed grin, and believe the (fill in the blank) are coming from the sky to rescue us. That’s another kind of plague.

You could say I inhabit a space between those two, which as it turns out is far larger than both of them put together. It actually has no limit. It opens up when you live through and by imagination.

It’s true home, and it always was.

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.

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

The hollow people. The Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden.

by Jon Rappoport

September 15, 2015

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

Give any one of them the election and you’ll get more of the high-flying soap-opera brain-eating rhetoric that covers the Globalist agenda and Globalist crimes, that signals the pandering for votes.

Biz as usual. Business on a stick. Corn dog on a stick.

Hollow Hillary: “There cannot be true democracy unless all citizens are able to participate fully in the lives of their country.”

Zzzzz. Can I have a little ketchup on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “It is time to put policy ahead of politics and success ahead of the status quo. It is time for a new strategy to produce what we need: a stable Iraq government that takes over for its own people so our troops can finish their job.”

Can I have a little mayo on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “At the end of the day, the American people are going to be faced with some very tough judgments, because, at the current course this president is pursuing, I’m afraid that the next president will inherit this situation, with all of its complexity and all of its heartbreak…”

Can I have a little cheese on my corn dog?

Hollow Jeb: “I think we need to lift our spirits and have high, lofty expectations for this great country of ours.”

Can I have a few more chlorine ice cubes in my Coke?

Hollow Jeb: “Governors have to balance budgets. And they have to make decisions. And they have to do things that sometimes aren’t popular. And they also have to bring people together to try to solve problems.”

Can I have a few more rubbery fries from last week?

This is the kind of language we’ve become used to.

Grown in a lab, then left to rot. Sick substance. Low-grade fever. Robot plastic for robot minds.

“What? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that language. It’s what politicians and leaders do. It’s expected. It’s actually comfortable.”

Yes, comfortable, like a sheet drawn over a dead body in a police case that will never be solved.

“Hillary and Jeb weren’t able to make it to the debate tonight. But they left messages for the viewing audience. We’re bringing those messages in, in a hermetically sealed aluminum container. No one has read the words yet. A representative from Price Waterhouse will now cut the seals and reveal the contents. Every syllable was created by a special computer buried on the moon…”

So last night Trump strolls into a hall in Dallas, lays down his ten-gallon hat and his six-guns and talks for an hour or so to an audience of 20,000 without a teleprompter.

He says, “Cheer or boo if you like the media.”

He says, “The [illegal immigrant] gangs will be outta hear so friggn’ fast…We have to stop this sanctuary city crap…I refuse to eat Oreo [cookies] anymore. They’re moving from Chicago to Mexico…[I’ll lay on a] 35% tax [tariff] on cars from [American car companies] coming in [from their plants in Mexico]…I’ll make the announcement at 9am…and I’m going to get the call from the CEO of Ford…Mr. President [Trump], I think you are doing the wrong thing…by 5pm [that day]…Ford will be bringing the plants back to the USA…Obamacare: we’re going to repeal it…”

He says he’s going to wipe out the huge trade deficits with China, Japan, and Mexico. Make new deals, better deals. Therefore, new jobs in America.

He’s letting it all hang out. He’s thinking as he’s talking. He’s remembering all the things he hates about American politics and politicians and bumbling American negotiators. He cuts himself off while talking about trade deals and abruptly launches into an attack on Obamacare and John Kerry and the Iran deal and then mentions that he, Trump, knows everything there is to know about making deals, and he knows the greatest and toughest and most ruthless negotiators in the world, and he will bring them on board to reverse the lousy self-destructive deals the US has made with other governments…

He’s all over the map. He’s going to build a great beautiful Trump Wall at the Mexican border for a few billion dollars and Mexico will pay for it and they’ll be happy to pay for it, because not paying for it will endanger the 50- billion-dollar trade advantage they have with the US—an advantage he is personally going to shrink anyway.

In the history of America, no politician has ever made a speech like this. Not in front of 20,000 people, not with his big poll numbers.

Of course, most of America still believes in the hollow people, the Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden. At least they say they do. But inside, where no one can see, they believe they’re trapped and they want to get out. They sense that this creature, Trump, is aware of the trap and he wants to spring it. He’s talking the way they would, if they dared to.

The jobs have gone away. The money has gone away. For half the country, this is Food Stamp America and Welfare America and NAFTA America and hunger America.

And Trump seems to be talking about jobs. Money. Better days. He’s not talking about how the country was founded on racist principles. He’s not talking about God. He’s talking about people going back to work. And it’s not just what he’s talking about, but how.

He’s slinging mud. He’s mocking his opponents. He’s bragging. He’s angry. He’s enjoying himself. He’s off the cuff. He’s a crazy stream of consciousness in a buttoned-up media-tized America. He could load up on coffee and talk for three days straight and turn out a book. He’s a lava-flowing subconscious in a moonscape of a nation.

He’s looking at the US as a business that’s going down the toilet, and he’s going to take it over and fire all the slackers and fakers and dolts and hangars-on and morons and revamp it and send it into orbit.

He’s going to slap around the news anchors and the talk-show hosts and the Eastern establishment journalists with their nasal superiority complexes.

Bring up the name of any famous person and Trump will say, “I know him. He’s a really nice guy, but he’s an idiot. He just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He lives in my building. I see him all the time. He’s a great guy. He’s not an idiot, but he’s, let’s say, wrong on every issue…”

He’s saying, “Look, you people have been worshiping wealth and money and power for a long time. Well, I have, too. And I made it. I’m on top. So you can choose me, or you can choose one of those closet socialists who wants commissars and agencies and rules and endless red tape that strangles everybody. You can choose a cowboy who doesn’t care what people think, or you can choose a pampered android who talks in circles. You can choose somebody who wants the government to run the whole show in America and drives us into bankruptcy and poverty for the sake of humanity, or you can choose me.”

power outside the matrix

Trump is a walled-off subconscious bubbling up to the surface and leaping across the landscape.

Ultimately, he isn’t about politics. He’s about crazy bad sometimes funny poetry exploding out of the hollow caverns of fear and paralysis in which the population lives.

Most people have no clue about this, but what the country needs is take-no-prisoners poets. And if Trump is the first one to jump into the political fray in a while, so be it.

The hollow candidates have nothing. No matter what they say, they’re excreting android public relations energy. They’re cheap realtors with cardboard houses they need to push. They’re like doctors hustling for patients. They’re holding up X-rays and offering drug prescriptions and making false diagnoses at every turn. They’re rubber-glove-wearing grotesqueries standing in the cold half-light of offices with anatomy charts on the walls.

They’re death warmed over and death cooled down and death on wheels preaching living death.

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.

Joe Biden: wackadoodle now “serious candidate”

Biden: wackadoodle now serious presidential candidate

by Jon Rappoport

September 8, 2015

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A few years back, the press was lampooning Joe Biden at every turn. They loved to quote his gaffes:

“I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy. I mean, that’s a storybook, man.” (about Barack Obama, January 31, 2007)

“You cannot go to a 7-11 or a Dunkin’ Donuts unless you have a slight Indian accent…. I’m not joking.” (2006)

“When the stock market crashed, Franklin D. Roosevelt got on the television and didn’t just talk about the, you know, the princes of greed. He said, ‘Look, here’s what happened.’” (2008)

There was no commercial television when the market crashed in 1929, and Roosevelt wasn’t president then.

A few years ago, Biden was considered an inept clown. The fact that he was a heartbeat away from the presidency was something people didn’t want to think about at all. As commander-in-chief, he might punch in the codes for a nuclear attack while thinking he was calling his wife about dinner.

And now…Biden is a serious candidate for the Oval Office.

I mention all this for one reason. The mainstream press was on the same page then (inept clown), and is on the same page now (serious candidate).

How interesting. One might infer all the networks and the major papers are working from the same script.

They’re pushing Biden because he could take Primary votes away from Bernie Sanders and thus leave a clear trail for Hillary to the nomination? Perhaps.

Whatever the reason, the press operates in unison. And not just in this case.

On most major stories, CBS, NBC, and ABC come to the same conclusions. Viewers are so used to it they don’t think it’s odd. But it is very odd. Unanimous consensus should be the exception, not the rule.

However, if the big three networks routinely disagreed on major stories, the effect would be catastrophic for the advancement of mind control. Viewers would be forced to think, compare, contrast, consider.

That is a no-no.

The mainstream game is the manufacture of seeming difference—“well, we have three separate major television networks”— when in fact there is one network.

What about FOX? It appears to represent the anti-Democrat point of view. But in forwarding a Republican agenda, it fosters its own illusion of difference. Why? Because on key issues (e.g., big government, Globalism, militarized police forces, the primacy of the medical cartel), the two major Parties are not different; they are on the same page.

The Biden story proves the networks can simultaneously change their minds (from “idiot” to “capable”) without even blinking, without even a moment of embarrassment.

“Look, Bob, just a year ago we were saying Biden was deranged. Now we want to make him a statesman? Isn’t that a risk? I mean, don’t we look like fools?”

“Don’t worry, Chet. People don’t remember what they had for breakfast yesterday. It’s not a problem. And we can always double back and call him an idiot again if we want to.”

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But isn’t it obvious we’re pushing Biden so he can take Primary votes away from Bernie Sanders and hand Hillary the nomination?”

“It might be obvious to you, but you’re a reporter, and you know how to keep your mouth shut. Let’s just say, as far as Biden is concerned, the situation is fluid. We can make him into anything we want to. Clown, statesman, Obama’s choice, foreign policy expert, idiot, Party hack, Senator with a long and distinguished record, wackadoodle.”

“My wife doesn’t like him. He came up behind her at a party, put his arms around her and kissed her on the neck.”

“Yeah. If need be, we can find women who’ll call him a serial sexual harasser. It all depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Our marching orders.”

“From whom?”

“Just kidding. Let’s get a drink.”

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.

Elections in Australia, Canada, England, Germany, Netherlands

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2015

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“National election campaigns are media events. Media run them. Media pump ratings. They produce the soap opera. They construct the illusion. Many people hate hearing this, because they prefer to believe the few candidates who can actually win are real. No one with that much face time on national television is real.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

I’ve just completed a flurry of articles on how elections work as media events in the US (archived here, under “elections”). But why leave out other countries, where the process is essentially the same?

You have to look at these major election seasons as television series produced by the major networks.

Then it begins to make sense.

The casting of characters tends to follow the same pattern, over and over. You have two major candidates (for president, premier, prime minister). Writing their parts is a bit of a challenge, because any intelligent person can see there is really not much to choose between them.

That’s a ratings killer. The networks need opposition and sharp differences. So while both of these “leaders,” behind the scenes, are Globalists and favor huge corporations and huge government bureaucracies, “free trade,” sending jobs overseas where workers will toil for virtually no pay in execrable conditions, etc., the networks will find issues on which they disagree.

Then you have a cast of minor characters running for the top office in the land. A couple of them are fiery and feisty, more “radical” or “radically conservative” in their views. They’ll never make it, but hope springs eternal, and a significant proportion of the population is drawn to them—for a while.

The television networks, as usual, adopt the horse race mode of reporting. Because, when all is said and done, that’s the main theme: who is going to win? Who really cares about exploring the issues in depth? There’s no juice or excitement there.

But watching two creatures gallop along a track toward the finish line moves the adrenaline.

And the networks, day after day, can point to what the candidates are doing or wearing or saying that is affecting their position in the race.

Did candidate A just utter a possibly politically incorrect phrase? Let’s interview three experts and find out.

Did candidate B once have dinner with a financier who cheated investors out of their life savings? No? It was lunch? A brief breakfast? Hmm. A professor of statistics explains how long a brief breakfast averages out to be.

Why has candidate A shifted from wearing blue to red?

To bolster all this, we have the polls, which seem to be taking place three times a day. Numbers to report. Breakdowns of the numbers in key voter areas of the country.

Meanwhile, the networks keep searching out differences between candidates A and B. A’s wet dream is wholescale bombing missions. B prefers thousands of drone strikes. Of course, this difference isn’t presented that way. B is a “peace candidate.” A is a “hawk.”

A wants the “free market.” B wants government to create millions of new jobs. On closer inspection, they’re both pushing the dominance of mega-corporations. But there is no closer inspection in the television series called Election.

At the root of all this insanity is the fact that television networks produce the series. As long as the viewing audience tunes in, as long as the ratings are respectable, the illusion continues.

The viewer, the voter, projects his hopes and dreams on to the television image of a candidate. It never occurs to him that a) he is now a fan of a soap opera and b) his adored candidate is part of an immense political system in which only minor deviations from the norm are permitted.

Entering that system and participating in it is like walking into a tailor’s shop where, by magic, the customer (participant, candidate) automatically shrinks to half his former size in an instant. And from there it only gets worse.

Television is there to obscure the actual size of the political system and its culture. The soap opera highlights the two major characters (candidates), as if they alone can work great changes in the direction the oil tanker called Politics takes.

Television relies on the fact that a majority of the population favors watching competition— rather than learning about the collaboration, behind the scenes, between characters who seem to be on opposing sides.

The election IS television.

Why is that not understood?

Perhaps for the same reason people can sit in a dark movie theater and look up at a large screen and forget, for a few moments, that they are sitting in a movie theater.

They are captured by the story and the images and the characters. And they want to be captured and taken away.

They want to believe, in the case of elections, that they are participating in something important simply by watching television.

You might say election campaigns are the original reality-shows. They’re soap opera, but the main characters are not actors. (Of course, they are actors.)

Perhaps you remember the 1972 American film, The Candidate, starring Robert Redford. The key moment occurs as Redford, who is running for a seat in the US Senate, watches a commercial he claims to favor, one that expresses his real convictions. Within moments he realizes it’s a dud. He comes across as a stammering lightweight. No, from now on, he’ll have to accept ads in which he appears authoritative (but vague), on top of his game, and handsome. The die is cast. He is now an artifact of television.

And then there is the best film ever made about television: Network (1976), written by Paddy Chayefsky. The embittered, half-mad, disintegrating news anchor, Howard Beale, assaults his viewing audience:

“We deal in illusions, man…We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. In God’s name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion.”

Unfortunately, the television audience is insulted if someone tells them the characters they’re watching are synthetic and artificial.

Something strange is happening here. It’s more than the flicker of the images or the frequency or the brain wave-states television induces. It’s a counterpart to what people dream when they’re asleep.

The story lines of dreams, the vividness, the intimate proximity to characters.

At the extreme edge, it’s what makes people who watch candidates on television write them adoring fan letters (just as they write letters to convicted killers in prison). It’s what makes people dress up at night to sit in front of their sets and watch late-night talk-show hosts—as if the hosts could see them in their living rooms.

Truth may be stranger than fiction, but fiction is more compelling.

The whole television exhibition called Election is, in every moment, a living rolling artifice of melodrama. Staged from end to end.

Consider this exchange, in the 1997 film, Wag the Dog, between movie producer, Stanley Motss, and the shadowy White House agent, Conrad Brean:

Motss: What do you think about lining the President up for the Peace Prize?

Brean: Our job’s over come election day.

Motss: Yeah, but c’mon…

Brean: What, just for the symmetry of the thing? [Motss nods] Well, if Kissinger can win the Peace Prize, I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up and found I’d won the Preakness.

Motss: Yeah, but our guy did bring peace.

Brean: There was never a war.

Motss: All the greater accomplishment.

The believable political face of the candidate is turned toward the camera, and television records it and sends it out to the millions. The other face, the secret face, is never shown on television; or if it is, the audience misses it, because they are trained to think only good political intentions are displayed on the screen. And they believe these intentions are the substance of election campaigns; the things worth voting for; the things the winners will try to bring into being in the world.

The audience believes television is democratic. Therefore, how could it deceive? Democracy is the only fair system ever devised.

Such illusions pile up and up.

When one fades, another takes its place.

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Most citizens prefer to fight out elections inside the system ruled by television. They prefer to attack and defend the images on the screen.

And they prefer to imagine that the entire political landscape will make room for their hero, this one time, after which he will transform it.

Midway through my 1994 campaign for a seat in the US Congress, I woke up from my hallucination and realized that, if I won, my job ought to be exposing the corrupt system in the best way I could.

My job wouldn’t be battling for better legislation or more money for my constituents. It would solely consist of:

Renting large trucks we would drive slowly through the traffic-crowded streets of Washington DC, every day. Those trucks would sport huge posters on their sides:

“Corrupt Congressman of the Week” would be the headline, underneath which a photo of the man in question would float; and then: a list of bills he had voted on, and the money he’d received from the special interests to vote that way.

Every week, more trucks, new posters, new revelations, in the streets of the capital.

Biting the hand that feeds, biting the hand that takes.

Making it personal. Not abstract.

The television series called Election is dedicated to making candidates appear forward-looking. “Yes, mistakes have been made, but now things will be better.”

That delusion needs to be shattered. The system is so corrupt that attacking it and exposing it to extreme embarrassment is the only reasonable strategy.

It’s possible to get on television with that message, but only after forcing television to take notice and after staging a different kind of show.

Hence, the trucks. For starters.

Crack the delusion. Crack the egg.

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.

Is Trump a stage prop to hand Hillary the election?

Is Trump a stage prop to hand Hillary the election?

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2015

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

“In acting, sincerity is everything. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” — George Burns

Like it or not, accept it or not, there is a code you have to crack, in order to understand big elections.

They’re fixed. And in this piece, I’m not talking about rigged voting machines. On psychological, mental, and spiritual levels, the fix is in, because of one overriding factor:

The voters are oh so sincere.

And they shouldn’t be. It’s killing them.

Yes, that’s right.

The media presentation called The Election is a straight con from the get-go. Anyone who is sucked into it is a rube, a yokel, a hick.

So the question about whether Donald Trump is running to suck votes away from other Republican candidates or win the nomination himself, in order to deliver the presidency to Hillary? That’s a non-starter.

Who cares? What are we talking about here?

What’s the alternative if Trump isn’t running? Jeb vs. Hillary in November? The Bush crime family versus the Clinton crime family? That would be the “good” election?

How many more of these hideous campaigns do we have to endure before people wake up to the con? A hundred? A thousand?

“This fall, it looks like Lizardi Venom and Scorpion Ooze are the two parties’ choices. It promises to be a tightly contested race. Mr. Venom, of course, is for a utopian social-justice meter installed in the brain of every citizen, while his opponent, Ms. Ooze, promises to place four million dollars in a special account for every person who claims he or she has been ‘injured, defamed, or insulted by the system’. Both candidates agree that sincere voters who care about the future of this great nation must come out to the polls on Election Day and make their voices heard…”

“But wait. Some billionaire cowboy with a very spotty past has entered the lists. He’s reckless. He’s all over the place. He’s insulting the sacred media stars. He’s ruining The Show. He’s making a mockery out of it. He’s torpedoing everybody. He’s scamming the scammers. He’s upsetting The Sincere Voters who believe in the system like babies believe in Mommy and Daddy. And some claim that—wait for it—the cowboy is there to deliver the election to Ms. Ooze instead of Mr. Venom. This is shocking, I tell you. Shocking. And there’s more. This cowboy has been charged with making promises he doesn’t intend to keep. My God. Has any candidate in recent memory done that? A revered critic for the New York Times, Calder A Hogsniffer, takes it a step further. Higsniffer proposes that the cowboy is, in fact, raising several legitimate issues, but by lending his name to them he is degrading those issues and postponing the day when they’ll be taken seriously by the electorate. Certainly, no presidential candidate has ever tried that before. Heavens no. This cowboy is, well, crashing the party and spoiling it for everybody.”

Yes, he is. It was serious and sober and on-track and oh-so-sincere before he came through the wall with his hair and his shit-eating grin and his guns blazing.

Before he showed up, we could attack Hillary and Jeb and argue about whether Rand (who’ll never make it) really has the right ideas, and we could argue about the niceties of Bernie’s version of socialism…and we could watch the whole election, as usual, go right down the toilet.

Then we would have fulfilled our duty to The Process and we could sit back and nod wisely. Yes.

But this slug Trump gets on television (which is of course the holy medium through which we understand the sacred sincere election process); Trump gets on television and seems to be assaulting television itself. And that’s going too far. That’s out of bounds. That’s putting an unharmonious disruption in The Field.

I mean, who knows? If he ever made it to the religious hush of the final debates, he might turn around and start lobbing grenades at the moderators, the high priests—Scott (“I’m doing brain surgery on you without anesthetic because I really want to”) Pelley; Lester (“I’ve been in a state of deep hypnosis since the early days of MKULTRA”) Holt; Wolf (“I made my reputation during the first war in the Persian Gulf because my name meshes nicely with the US bombing runs”) Blitzer.

Voters’ sincerity in this whole election story is a plague.

The voters believe in the media show. They believe in the major candidates. They believe campaign statements and promises and policy positions. They believe that stage magic is real and three-card monte on a streetcorner is an honest game.

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The solution, of course, if it could be engineered, would be: stay home on Election Day.

That’s the sane course.

If, by some miracle, only 19% of eligible voters showed up at the polls, that would constitute a national vote of no-confidence. That would say: we don’t believe in this media-election-cartoon. We woke up. We saw the con and the shuck and the jive.

Washington DC would experience a psychotic break. It would unhinge.

The television networks would undergo collective cardiac arrest. Their produced series, called Election, bombed. It was a ratings disaster.

The plague of misplaced, puerile, glazed-over, low-IQ, idiots-delight sincerity would begin to cure itself.

But the likelihood of 80% of the voters staying home is 100000000000000 to 1. It’s too real an answer. It’s too effective. And it requires a depth of perception that bypasses thousands of propaganda terminals.

Major media in general, and television in particular, are set up to substitute for the eyes and ears and brains and minds of the populace. To the degree that Donald Trump can turn the game around and run for president against the media, he’s providing a public service, and I don’t care how many blanks he’s shooting when he says he stands for this and that.

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.

What about Bernie Sanders and Rand Paul?

What about Bernie Sanders and Rand Paul?

by Jon Rappoport

August 31, 2015

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“If you discovered a major institution of society absolutely devoted to reducing humans down to androids, would you say that was a significant problem? Would you admit that institution could radically alter life and send it careening in the wrong direction?” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

This article isn’t about campaign issues or policy issues or who is qualified to lead. It’s about the presidential election season and who runs that show:

Big media.

Get used to it. Every few years in the US (and other countries), the television production teams swing into gear with their wall-to-wall series called:

“Let’s have our robots talk to the robot candidates.”

This is what is delivered, and this is what the audience expects, in the same way you expect to be served bad food every time you go to the same bad restaurant.

And in case you haven’t noticed, huge numbers of people keep going to bad restaurants.

Now, the robot presidential candidates may not have started out that way. Perhaps a few of them were genuinely passionate about this or that. But the show called “Let’s have our robots…” will fix that. By the time the actual debates are broadcast, the debates that count, all the candidates are blown dry and coiffed and powdered and reduced to a few minutes of spouting ghoulish empty generalities.

There’s no juice left. Brains have been shifted into neutral. Castrations have been performed. Any idiosyncrasy or sign of an actual individual present on stage in front of the lights has been rubbed away. You in your home, sitting in front of the box, could feel more life staring at a roll of toilet paper.

This, mind you, is all by design. The candidate’s advisors, the pollsters, the party hacks, the donors all contribute to the outcome. But the television networks, who devise the formats, bring on the moderators, arrange the podiums, light the stage, place the cameras, and construct a rolling image of “what the American people need” from their candidates are the producers. They synthesize and fabricate. They execute their android manipulations.

The media don’t just bury the truth inside of information. They obscure humans by making them over into psychological, mental, and spiritual eunuchs (like the elite television anchor is).

That’s why this whole set up needs to be punctured like an old colostomy bag.

So let’s start with Rand Paul. What are the chances, if he somehow arrives at the final debates, that he can wreak havoc and disrupt the whole show?

Close to zero. He’s talking like a politician. Forget his ideas for the moment. He’s unwilling or unable to express how he really feels in a way that causes sudden and irreversible impact. He still seems to believe in the process. He may be on the wrong train with right ticket, but he won’t get off the train.

He can show up with a buzz saw and cut through the IRS tome of regulations, and he can say he’ll close down a huge NSA facility if elected, but in boxing terms, he’s not mixing it up with his opponent. He’s not bringing the crowd to their feet.

Bernie Sanders is a slightly more elusive case. He is attracting larger and larger crowds, and he is getting them up out of their seats. But Bernie is still committed to Washington DC because he’s been there for 150 years, and if you listen to him talk you can hear the ding-dong of programmatic politics.

Bernie has a fiery edge, but he’s a kind of a rebel Commissar. If he makes it to the final Primary debates, he’ll come across on television like a little walrus on a modest dose of meth.

He won’t tear the grotesque media format to tatters.

Understand this distinction. A candidate can make himself look like an exception to the rule, while still following the rules. Or he can torpedo the whole show and reveal it for the vicious farce it is.

Like it or not, the latter is what we need.

Think of it this way. The television networks erect a funnel. At the wide end, anybody with half an idea can get in. But as the funnel narrows and the process moves along to major coverage and the major debates, the survivors are scrubbed and sanitized and de-balled and shortened in terms of how much time they’re allotted and which execrable drone is interviewing them and moderating them—until at the end they’re a slice of Wonder Bread with a thin coat of mayo.

Busting a real move in this situation takes—and this may sound odd—indifference to the whole show. Serene indifference. That coupled with authentic passion. Then you can be in the moment. Then you can look around and expose the charade itself. Then you can let the audience know what, underneath it all, they already know. They’re watching a hideous cartoon.

They’re watching a police chief standing outside City Hall saying, “The vehicle was entered and controlled substances were recovered by officers. At this juncture, this is all we can report, because the investigation is ongoing.”

They’re watching a corporate spokesman standing in an office miles from the chemical explosion that killed 100 people saying, “We’re cooperating fully with authorities in the investigation. We are confident our tests of the product were correct and the product is safe for home use.”

Destroying the cartoon isn’t something Rand Paul or Bernie Sanders will do. They’ll fail. They’ll stay in the cartoon.

“Oh, but who cares about the media. I’m voting for the candidate who’ll being us positive change. That’s all that counts.”

How has that been working out?

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I don’t care how many bankers and CEOs and war hawks and CFR big shots and so on have been pulling candidates’ strings behind the scenes. The media show covers up the possibility of finding out what cheaters and liars and deceivers and lunatics these presidential politicians actually are.

Taking down that façade with a crash would shed some light on the scene—and the best people to do that are the candidates themselves; the candidates who can, who are able to.

Bernie? Rand? No.

Whether you love them or hate them, they don’t have what it takes.

For that, you need a candidate who runs against the media and knows how to create his own compelling and riveting show. And not just a tempest in a teacup, but a storm that reaches down into the repressed cesspool where millions of people live every day.

This presidential election isn’t itself going to produce a major change in American life. But exposing the television series that is the election campaign is a place to start.

Android television produces the show called Election, and then android voters vote for android candidates.

That’s what’s happening.

Breaking that pattern and formula is job one.

The old “who’s the best candidate” and “who is running to suck votes away from another candidate” are outmoded.

The one candidate—and there is only one—is NBC/CBS/CNN/FOX/ABC. That’s who needs to lose.

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.

The Donald Trump phenomenon: hidden meanings

by Jon Rappoport

August 30, 2015

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“You could take the five major news networks and filter Jesus Christ, Buddha, Hitler, Stalin, Attila, Gandhi, and Lawrence Welk through them, and eventually you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference among them. They’d all come across in the same way. That, in fact, is the purpose of television.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

I have nothing against hope, but the brand of naïve hope that surfaces during every presidential election season is truly ridiculous.

Candidate after candidate lies through his teeth, and the people buy in.

Now some are saying The Donald is running to form a third party and thus hand the election to Hillary. Whereas the preferred alternative would be what? Prince Jeb? There’s a difference between Hillary and Jeb? Who’s kidding who?

Or they say The Donald is running to provide a safety valve, so the American people can blow off steam, but ultimately wind up with nothing to show for it.

If that were true, so what? Public despondency will set in? What grotesque political swamp-soup are we wading in now?

I approach this from a different angle.

Trump is unpredictable. He’s the only unpredictable presidential candidate in recent memory. That’s a major plus, because the press can’t do anything with him. They attack him on point A, and he responds with his own attack, or he replies with a non-sequitur, or he just changes the subject because he’s bored with the reporters.

He’s mentioning taboo subjects. Bring back tariffs on US imports. Get rid of inner city gangs.

He says something culturally and politically incorrect, and the press jackals go after him with flashing teeth and claws, fully expecting a take-down, demanding a grovel—and he shrugs—and his approval ratings go up.

Putting the press into the wall—this alone is a feat worth celebrating. Reporters want Trump to be one defined thing they can identify, and then they want to assault that…but he keeps shifting ground and juking and putting on new moves and faces. He drives them crazy.

And the crowds at his speeches are building. Maybe he’ll fill a football stadium one of these days.

What brings the people out? They sense he hasn’t got a script. They love that. They think he’s a different breed from Politician 1-A Normal. They love that, too.

The press hates that.

Right now, The Donald is all throwaway lines—and that’s good. If he resorts to analysis, the press will bring on an army of experts to refute him “on the facts.”

Megyn Kelly thought she’d make a bigger name for herself by trumping the Trump, and instead helped power his new numbers-busting popularity. Another defeat for the press.

When it comes to election campaigns, you have to understand that the job of the media is to grind down every candidate to a small series of meaningless truisms.

The press wants empty generalities. They want android candidates in the debates. They want to make a possible something into nothing.

This is a form of intended political correctness that goes largely unnoticed.

Trump has broken the mold. Therefore, he must pay. But…it’s not working. Not so far. Something in the machinery has gone wrong.

Trump has triggered a response in an audience who feels they’ve been bottled up and straitjacketed for far too long. They’ve been seething and straining. They can’t say this, they can’t say that. And they can’t look to presidents for solutions. Presidents spout rhetorical bullshit.

And then a man shows up who seems to feel the same way they do and isn’t afraid to say so.

The press doesn’t know what to do. Every line they feed Trump, in an effort to slam him, becomes the occasion for one of his comebacks that carries the day.

Trump doesn’t use filler. He improvises. He doesn’t play fast and loose behind the scenes; he does it right out in the open.

Worst of all, the media, for decades, built up the image of Trump. He was great copy. His hair, his marriages, his business deals, his scandals, his greedy eagerness for self-promotion.

Now here he is, and he can’t be cast off like an old suit. He’s front and center.

Presidential campaigns ARE the press. That’s the way it’s been for decades. Campaigns are media events manufactured out of slime you’d sue the city for if it bubbled up in your back yard.

The press takes the slime and lies and packages them into neat little products and puts them in front of television viewers. The press runs the campaigns and wins every election.

But right now…a monster has showed up.

Making a joke out of him doesn’t help, either. People laugh, but the laughs are becoming with-Trump rather than at-him. So what if he’s a self-serving cartoon? Isn’t all presidential politics a cartoon?

You can be sure the foul stench-ridden execs at the major networks are trying to figure out how to torpedo Trump. They’re in a dither. This is supposed to be their presidential campaign, not his. They own the franchise. But he’s ripping huge chunks out of their hides.

Is it possible they could unearth some horrendous cheating scandal from Trump’s past, expose it to the sky, and then watch Trump nod and say, “Yeah, I screwed up, so what?”—and his ratings would jump another ten points? Yes, it’s possible.

Regardless of the issues coming to the fore in this presidential season, the real issue, as always, is the press itself. That’s not supposed to be noticed, but more and more people are noticing it. And because they instinctively hate the powdered and coiffed anchors with their presumptive attitudes, every time Trump hits a home run against one of these smug bloodless motherfuckers, it’s an occasion for great glee.

Trump is doing much more than gaining ground on the other candidates; he’s attacking the whole framework of the Show.

He’s sawing off the pillars of the studio sets. He’s slapping the faces of the news hosts. And as the ultimate insult, he’s lifting their ratings.

An interview with Trump isn’t an interview. It’s a circus. He’s essentially saying, with every breath he takes, “See, audience, see this whole charade, it’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Why should I agree to their terms? Why should I consider these doofus Demo-Repub media mouthpieces are any better than I am or you are? Watch me crack the illusion of television. It’s fun. Let’s kick some high-priced ass together…”

On the media front, it’s looking like Trump is too big to fail. The only thing the networks can do is try to shut him out. I’m not sure that’s going to work. He’s cranked up too much visibility jizz.

On the Disney spectrum of personality, Trump is Scrooge McDuck with some Goofy thrown in, plus a slice or two of Mickey Mouse’s good will. But then there is also a piece of Sheriff Joe Arpaio, a clump of Ralph Nader (Nader would hate to admit it), a splash of Salvador Dali, and a passable imitation of Ronald Reagan.

Let the press try to reduce that down to a mainstream presidential candidate.

The television medium, in particular, sets itself up to accommodate the lies candidates tell. It builds studios and lights them for those lies and empty promises. It provides camera angles to feature those lies. It hires hosts and moderators who will facilitate the candidates who lie.

But even all this is not enough. The networks set themselves up to offer a style of lying. Candidates are expected to deploy all sorts of hollow, sanitized, and familiar phrases. They’re expected to affect a fake sense of passion. They’re prompted to offer some fake “new beginning,” as if no other candidate has ever tried that before.

Through these mechanisms, the viewing public is conditioned to expect predigested soulless corporate PR and accept it.

This, as much as anything else, is the death of modern politics. It’s bright grinning groomed zombie android death.

Any man or woman who can come along and punch a gaping hole in that illusion is a threat to the Big Sleep.

Trump is warming to the job.

Could he win the election? It’s hard to fathom it. But again, consider his crooked business past against the crimes of the Bush and Clinton families. In those terms, Trump is a mere piker.

But right now, he’s providing another service. He’s cracking the media egg. And any presidential candidate who even mentions laying on protective tariffs and getting rid of gangs is outdistancing Queen Hillary or Prince Jeb.

Trump is trying to roll crazy sevens and elevens. Hillary/Jeb roll snake eyes every time.

Exit From the Matrix

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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.

What happens to Tony Montana if Trump gets rid of gangs?

What happens to Tony Montana if Trump gets rid of gangs?

by Jon Rappoport

August 26, 2015

In an interview Tuesday evening with Univision anchor Jorge Ramos, Donald Trump said he would get rid of gangs in America (see this video starting at 2m36s.)

Boom.

Much, much easier said than done, but why is Trump, that fast-talking cowboy, the only presidential candidate in memory who has put elimination of gangs near the top of his to-do list or even mentioned them at all?

Why does Trump, whom so many people think of as nothing more than a predatory capitalist, spend a second talking about the gang scourge that locks up and imprisons so many Americans in inner cities and makes them fearful of leaving their homes or allowing their children to make “new friends”—aka recruiters for gangs.

Why is Trump touching the never-touched electric wire called gangs?

Has Barack Obama, who professes to make all Americans equal, ever seriously mentioned gangs? Has he ever mentioned that the fate of so many Americans in city slums are deeply affected by gang crime and gang control?

Has he ever discussed, in public, the murder and maiming numbers—the human numbers racked up by gangs?

He must be too busy getting the Trans Pacific Partnership Treaty passed, thus sinking the economy to new lows.

Well, there is this: the drug business.

Yes.

US gangs transport and sell drugs for the cartels. The recent case of Jesus Vicente Zambada-Niebla in Chicago exposed the long-suspected US government partnership with the Mexican Sinaloa cartel.

Basically, the US feds permit Sinaloa clean drugs routes all the way up to Chicago, where lesser gangs handle distribution to other American cities, via still other gangs.

In return, Sinaloa provides the feds actionable intelligence on its rival Mexican cartels.

And of course, when you talk about the drug business, you talk about banks laundering billions and billions and billions.

Trump might want to think about all this. It explains a great deal. It explains why more heavily scripted politicians avoid the subject of gangs altogether.

Drug money is sugar for banks. US based gangs sell the drugs. All sorts of people, usual and unusual suspects, scrape off pieces of the action. In cash.

Businesses and companies, including some on Wall Street here and there, do very nicely as a result of drug money.

The unofficial US government policy includes this principle: if the drug business needs US gangs as a vital component, then sacrificing the lives and futures and day-to-day safety of millions of people living with gangs in inner cities is a small price to pay.

Meanwhile, mountains of bullshit rhetoric can be expended on “concern” for those very same inner-city residents. Whole agendas consisting of politically correct this and politically incorrect that can be formed, enlisting the innocent and brain-addled youth of the nation.

Hollywood can make a few thousand movies about the drug biz and never reveal the actual set-up, from the lowest to the highest levels.

And colleges? You can forget about professors laying out the real story.

So Trump has just taken another crazy turn. He’s mentioned gangs. He’s said he intends to get rid of them. What a lunatic.

Watch his poll numbers rise even higher if he keeps talking about this issue. Because untold millions of Americans have felt, for a long time, that a going after gangs is exactly what this country needs to do.

Of course, the American people must be crazy, too. What do they know?

We don’t need a war on gangs. What we need is another HBO series about drug gangsters in prison. Yes, absolutely.

And for those who think ending the war on drugs and legalizing every chemical known to man will eliminate gangs, I have news for you.

The products don’t create the culture. Not at the core. The people who rob the lives of decent citizens will always find a way to do that.

Just as mega-corporations will always find a way.

But don’t worry. Surely, Hillary Clinton will present a major policy on gangs. Surely she will come out swinging and…wait. I seem to remember something about her husband Bill and Mena, Arkansas; an airport, wasn’t it? Cocaine deliveries? And then there was a CIA project to build munitions factories in Arkansas, which Bill greenlighted. The Agency thought it would be easier to make their own guns rather than trade cocaine for them? Terry Reed and John Cummings wrote a book about all this: Compromised.

But that’s old history. Who cares? Maybe it’s just a bad dream.

Anyway, back to Trump. He just can’t keep his big trap shut. First, it was putting back tariffs on US imports, thus creating huge numbers of jobs again for Americans. Now it’s gangs. He obviously needs a week or two in a psych ward. One of those powerful anti-psychotic drugs will slow him down.

Then we can return to a reasonable and dignified presidential campaign. Sanitized debates, puffball rhetoric, generalities, Jeb versus Hillary. Familiar ground. The liars we know. The thieves and killers. Dynasty, the series running on all channels.

Comfort food.

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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.

Trump catches attention of CFR, Bilderberg, Trilateral

by Jon Rappoport

August 24, 2015

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The powerful Globalist players at the Council on Foreign Relations, the Bilderberg Group, and the Trilateral Commission are certainly watching the presidential campaign of Donald Trump.

Trump has already made statements about immigration they find troubling. They may or may not be taking Trump’s presidential run seriously. They may or may not view him as an inconsequential blowhard, a shoot-from-the-hip cowboy who forgets today what he said yesterday—but today the New York Times has made reference to Trump in a way that will make these Globalist heavy hitters pause and blink while drinking their morning coffee (Here in “As Stock Market Plunges, Donald Trump Takes a Worldview” by Alan Rappeport):

“Mr. Trump has said that bad trade deals with China and Mexico are to blame for a sluggish American economy and weak job creation. He has promised to make ‘great’ deals with other countries to protect American workers and has threatened to raise taxes on imports to the United States to bolster domestic production.”

It’s the last part that rings alarm bells and shoots firecrackers into the sky:

“[Trump] has threatened to raise taxes on imports to the United States to bolster domestic production.”

Taxes on imports. Also known as tariffs.

Every significant trade-treaty negotiated since 1945 has been aimed at lowering or eliminating tariffs, in order to establish Globalist “free trade.”

Treaties like GATT, NAFTA, CAFTA, for example; as well as the current TPP and its cousins.

Free trade is code for: mega-corporations and banks can roam the planet and set up shop anywhere they please. They can bankroll and build production facilities, produce cheap goods, and sell them anywhere in the world without paying tariffs.

Tariffs would make that whole operation useless. It would defeat mega-corporate greed and ambition internationally.

“We’ve got these factories making gizmos in East Nowhere, we’re paying workers four cents an hour, we’ve got no environmental/health regs and rules that would raise production costs, there are no worker unions, and we’ve therefore got a big edge on our smaller competitors, because we can ship these gizmos anywhere in the world and sell them cheaper than they can, and all of this is possible because we pay no tariffs. If there were stiff tariffs, we’d have to shut down the whole scene, pack our bags, and leave…”

Globalism, at one level, is all about erasing tariffs.

Whether in a momentary fit, or by serious intent, Trump has crossed swords with the Globalists.

President Nixon tried that for a few moments in the early 1970s, and betrayed his main sponsor, David Rockefeller. Nixon erected a few tariffs to save American-based companies.

Rockefeller was and is Globalism personified.

Soon, Nixon found himself on a helicopter heading away from the White House for the last time.

Trump might want to think about pumping up his security detail.

He’s just stumbled into the Twilight Zone where money makes money for money making money. Trump $$$ is nothing compared with Globalist $$$.

He’s just pulled the pin on a quiescent grenade in the world of mainstream media, where the subject of tariffs is a no-no.

“Reggie, Klaus here. I was just reading the Times this morning. Did you see the reference to Donald Trump? Tariffs? Maybe we should take a second look at this lunatic. If he presses forward with the idea of protecting American businesses, and it catches on, and people figure out what he’s saying…if he figures out what he’s saying…we could have a problem. If all sorts of business people—I don’t mean people like us—but ordinary business people see a chance to come back to life…with tariffs to protect them…Trump’s campaign could take on a new dimension. We’d have to do whatever it takes to stop it…”

Yes, if the American people figure out that the new normal economy, as miserable as it actually is, is linked like a lock and key to the Globalist plan; if the American people figure out that no recent American president, including Obama, had any ambition whatsoever to lift up the American economy; that all these presidents are liars of the first order; something might happen.

Something might change.

the matrix revealed

If Trump, jumping and leaping and cavorting, suddenly grabs on to that secret and that issue, and tells the American people that their jobs really disappeared because of Globalist trade deals and no-tariffs…and he keeps growling and slathering and foaming…

He’s definitely caught the attention of the big-time Globalists at the CFR, the Trilateral Commission, and the Bilderberg Group.

Note to The Donald: Step up your security, and watch all the bankers you do business with very carefully. They will try to find a way to cut you off at the knees. You just stumbled into the Globalists’ private game preserve. They don’t like that shit.

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.

Canada billionaire, Clinton Foundation: a deal for the ages

Canada billionaire, Clinton Foundation: a deal for the ages

by Jon Rappoport

May 25, 2015

NoMoreFakeNews.com

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

If somebody said to you, “You know, the US needs to give Russia more uranium, it’s really important, it should be a matter of policy,” you’d shake your head and think you’d just run into one more bit of insane logic in an insane world.

But that’s pretty much what happened.

A Canadian billionaire named Frank Giustra was at the center of it, and so was his new best friend, Bill Clinton, and Bill’s wife Hillary, and there was a piece of payback that involved the Clinton Foundation.

Here’s the short version.

September 2005—Billionaire Frank and Bill fly to Kazakhstan and meet with the President, Nursultan Nazarbayev. Bill, of course, is a deal-maker supreme.

Suddenly, Frank and his little nowhere uranium company, UrAsia, obtain the rights to a whole lot of uranium in Kazakhstan. Boom. The international mining community is shocked.

Days after the windfall trip, Frank donates $30 million to the Clinton Foundation.

Two years later, Frank and Bill form a charitable partnership organization, to which Frank pledges $100 million.

Also two years later (2007), Frank turns around and sells his uranium company to an outfit called Uranium One, for a whopping $3.1 billion.

Uranium One is a Russian-Canadian company. Well, it was. A Russian company, ARMZ, bought a controlling interest in it, and that complicated deal was finalized in 2010.

A number of government entities had to okay the deal, and apparently one of those entities was the US State Department, led by Hillary Clinton. There is some controversy on this point, but if we take 2010 as the correct year for sealing the ARMZ deal, Hillary was, in fact, Secretary of State. The final-final ARMZ appropriation of Uranium One occurred in 2013, and multiple US agency heads had to chime in on the approval, including the US Secretary of State. Hillary surely had a voice at the table.

Then in 2013… ARMZ was bought out by Rosatom, a full-fledged state-owned Russian company (Russia’s State Atomic Energy Company). Rosatom handles all nuclear matters for the Russian government, from weapons to reactors.

So Rosatom ended up with the uranium. Russia got the uranium.

The Matrix Revealed

Frank Giustra ended up with billions of dollars.

Bill Clinton ended up with a new charitable partner, Frank, who was pledging at least $100 million.

And the Clinton Foundation ended up with $30 million, donated by Frank.

How sweet it was.

Chisel-chisel, pump-dump, donate-donate, one hand washing the other with uranium, and the Clintons keep saving the world.

Where would we be without them?

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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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.