Anterograde

July 17, 2015

Alcohol is legal and easy to get.  If you are under the age of getting it legally, you can have a friend buy it for you who is a little older.  The “legal drinking age” law is a joke.

 

Alcohol is a convenient anterograde amnesiac.  Even without doping it with other drugs, alcohol has many sinister uses.

 

Unattractive men use alcohol to get sex.  They buy it for women at bars all the time.  The ploy is to get her drunk enough so that she will “do anything” and have no memory of it in the morning.

 

Think about the utility of alcohol for agents of terrorism — for example.  People who are addicted to alcohol are numerous.  It is easy to target them in society.  Once targetted, they can be employed for anything.  Just get them drunk enough and they will do your bidding.  They will pass out afterwards and not remember a thing.

 

A colleague of mine shared how the dentist offered a drug for use with his children.   They have a sweet drink before the dental procedure that erases their memories of everything that happened.  This precludes anxiety about their next dental visit.

 

Amnesiacs have many uses.  When people get drunk enough, they will do anything.  Retaining no memory of what they did.  They have to be told by their friends what they did at wild parties.

 

The reason “demon alcohol” is a term applied to alcohol does not require elaboration.

 

People who get very drunk will have a sudden change of personality.  They become someone else.  And do things that they would otherwise never do.

 

Heinous murders, crimes of all kinds, animal cruelty, dare-devil stunts, disgusting acts of lunacy, etc., the list is endless of what a drunk will do.

 

Yet alcohol is legal.  And marijuana (cannabis, hemp) is not.

 

Why?  Because many people who currently “use” alcohol will switch to marijuana.  They will prefer it, enjoying the plant’s natural anti-depressant quality.  Cannabis is non-addicting.  It cannot erase your memory.  People will simply grow it in their gardens next to their tomatoes.  Then all the hype, jail-time, underground smuggling and peddling will have to stop.  Think of all the money that somebody will stop making off this plant.  Because it cannot be employed for acts of terrorism, marijuana has no use for the “organisation” who orchestrates acts of terrorism.

 

The same organisation that engineers world terrorism, writes your laws, rapes your daughters and murders your sons.  They use alcohol and drugs to manipulate and control unwitting operatives.

 

A word about sex and pornography.  They use these to manipulate and control males.  Women are seldom swayed by the promise of sex.  Pornography and sex are addictions of males, not females.  Every doctor can tell you why.  But he won’t.

 

So alcohol and its chemical counterpart are the “go to” manipulator for those who would render your daughters a porn star.  Girls gone wild?  No.  They were just drunk.

 

Without alcohol there would be no frat parties or home made pornography.  There are few women in the world who would succomb to humiliating acts of whoredom unless they were hammered out of their minds.

 

You can observe this fact in “adult” movies.  The rare sober girl has tears in her eyes.   Reluctant porn stars are women who have been tricked into the industry.  Take a guess at who runs your porn industry world-wide.

 

It follows that the architects of 9/11 are behind every other act of terrorism.  Why wouldn’t they be?  The sky is the limit of what they will do next.  They control every industry, write your laws, defile your daughters and trample underfoot the Law of God.

 

Alcohol is the handiest tool in their shed.

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Dylann Roof

June 25, 2015

Please note the formulaic pattern in this murder spree.  Same old same old hat.  A shtick.

 

This “Dylann Roof” character looks like a plant job.  An israeli agent perhaps?  He looks very jewish.  His name looks contrived.  He looks contrived.  Like the numerous others who did a similar job for the man behind the curtain.

 

What is clear is that this massacre was done to foment racial division and hatred.  It is a pretext for seizing the free man’s weapons.  Predictably the puppet in the white house (boy do I miss the Kennedy brothers) whines about gun control.  He is such a flaming commie.  A front man with no soul.

 

Why look for black rapists in church, Mr. Roof?  Lame premise for your murder spree.  Are you israeli?  Are you hypnotized?  Black people are not taking over our country.  They are victimized and exploited by you bastards.  Like Mexican girls who work in your sweat shops and end up in snuff movies.

 

Get the pattern down.  Anadarko.  Oslo.  Virginia Tech.  Sandy Hook.  The jewish-looking theatre clown.  Makes you wonder if all those “shooters” and “gunmen” that supposedly were found criminally insane are living in a villa in Costa Rica.  Or like those white van jews who got caught celebrating 9/11 — spirited back to israel.  Just because they tell you on TV that a murderer went to prison does not mean that he actually went to prison.  You have no way to prove where he went.  All you got is TV.  They should rename it to “the lying idiot box.”

 

Note how this bozo had a post-action manifesto conveniently posted on Face Book.  Just like all the others.  Please tell me that you have not swallowed this like a big mouth bass.

 

 

Damage Control

May 18, 2015

That’s what I call it when suddenly labels change from “Made in China” to “Made in the USA.”

 

If that was true then where are all the new manufacturing plants that give jobs to Americans?  Made in the USA you say?  Okay, where in the USA?  I figure that many new American jobs would make front page news.

 

Then there comes this new web-apedia calling itself “Conservapedia.”  In it one can read lip service about how it opposes the “hear-say” of the wikipedia.  Reads like more tare’ish damage control.  If there is anyone who needs damage control for his dirty deeds, it is the tare of our fields.

 

They have a plethora of “news papers” claiming to oppose the rampant filth of our day.  This is simply controlled opposition.  A kind of judas goat for people who own little knowledge.  That way they can be steered over a cliff without them knowing it until they are in a free fall.  Gullible innocents who depend on windbags from the pulpit for their weekly dose of “guidance.”  God help them.  More judas goats leading astray the flocks.  Those windbags are on the payroll of the tares.

 

Advice:  if you want guidance, learn Latin and read the Latin Vulgate of St. Jerome.  Latin is not a dead language.  It is the language of the Church of St. Peter the Rock.  If you do not have time to learn Latin, then read the 1611 King James Bible from cover to cover.  The King James Bible is God’s damage control for what Henry did to His Church.  You will then own the knowledge that outranks bullshit.

 

Just Busted

April 9, 2015

Cops are out of control.  One got caught in the act of shooting a man in the back.  Rapid fire.  Then he had the gall to hand-cuff a corpse.  One of the Charleston brothers happened to catch the whole thing on video.  The videographer asked to remain anonymous.  He knows the crooked cops would hunt him down.

I have been there with these mercenary attack dogs of the neo-bolsheviks.  To my experience they have gone to hell.  They turn a blind eye to crime in my town.  And harass good Christian people instead.

This time one of them shot the wrong man in the back.  How about it johnny law?  How does it feel to be “busted.”  Caught in the act.
All you protesters out there, I’m with you.  100%

Here’s the YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=XKQqgVlk0NQ

Missing Damage

April 1, 2015

There was an entry I made in 2010 that was mysteriously whited out.  They left the title, *Damage*, along with a footnote and software coded the text as white with a white background.  Only upon highlighting it during editing mode, would it show up.  How strange.  They try everything.  Smiley face.

So here is the text again.  As I know there is something in it they did not want you to read.  Prolly something I wrote about aircraft.  As I doubt if murders in the backwoods rate concern.  People have gotten so far away from loving their neighbors as themselves, they don’t seem to give a dam.

Here are the deleted scenes:

There are certain things we don’t know.  Like what kind of drug earned Mr. Hershman his present address at the county jail.  It had to be more than a marijuana cigarette.  Wouldn’t you think?
Hershman’s 27-year-old estranged wife, Stephanie, had his two sons back-to-back.  One was three and the other not quite two.  Makes for a busy household I’d say.  Whilst one was in diapers, the next was on the way.
Two toddlers can make houses into hampers.  There needs to be a strong draw, lest a suitor scampers.  Whatever it was that lured U.S. Army Sergeant First Class Matthew V. Perkins into the arms of Stephanie Hershman had to be that.  A strong draw.
He was the Army Recruiter of the town.  A high-visibility military post that enjoys prestige and hero-worship.  He wore the status of returning warrior with tours in both Iraq and Afghanistan.  His arms are covered in “Billy-Bad-Ass” tattoos.  His job is to lure gullible high school boys into  signing on the dotted line for Israel.  He needs to cut a nice figure.  Be in good physical condition.  Be credible.  Be sharp.  The U.S. military conducts routine urinalysis exams to ensure     that this is how it is and how it stays.
Thereby I find it unlikely and untenable that here comes a man fresh from the battle-field to an important career-enhancing post who just nilly-willy takes up a drug habit.  All of a sudden.  Why would he brave two battle fronts and then shoot himself in the foot with C CH CH(CH 3 )NH(CH 3 )?  Methamphetamine turns bodies into wreckage in no slow show.
Perkins had a lot on the stick.  And a lot to lose.  Why not just knock back a little booze?  His office was located  between George Dickel and Jack Daniels distilleries.  Damn boy.  Why crystal meth?  Just go over to Daddy Billy’s and have a few beers.
Maybe he wasn’t into drinkin’.  So I got to thinkin’.  About horses.  When I’m in a quandary, I think about horses.  Sometimes an equine analogy that helps me makes sense of things.
Horses and I — see eye to eye.  I love them and they love me.  I don’t need to take up a whip to make a pony do the high-step.  He does it just to impress me.  And I give him the candied apple of my smile.  That’s how it is with me and horses.  And has been for a while.
Okay, so you throw in an apple or two with his oats and molasses.  Now he wears you weightless with a skirt of tasses.  And the grooming.  The one-plus hour sessions in the barn where I break a sweat while they lull and bathe in the fragrance of last summer’s hay.  That is the way.  You get out of a horse what you put into him.  Like attracts like.  You give love.  You get love.
Conversely, however, if you abuse a horse and kick him around.  One day he will kick you back.  Horses are formidable kickers.  Not everybody treats a horse like I do.  Not even close.  It breaks my heart but that is reality.
As a realist I’ll take you now to the shows, the races.  Where men go to win.  For the athlete horses who run their races and dazzle in their shows — anything goes.  These ruthless, rabid people will resort to any dirty trick in the book to win.
The foremost edge is an injection of amphetamine.  It hops them up.  Gives them the charge beyond charge that propels them down the track.  As if a good horse isn’t rocket enough.  It’s about winning, winning, winning.  By a nose.  By a hair.  Just winning.
Now let’s go to the battle field.  You’re losing your ass.  Getting it handed to you in spades.  The assigned enemy believes in his fight.  You are making war on his land and he knows it better than you.  Like those Confederates and the Swamp Fox.  They will not only fight you to the death, but they have a home-turf advantage.
Your supply lines are iffy.  Big Money wants to win in a jiffy.  He doesn’t mean tomorrow.  He wanted to win yesterday.  He doesn’t care about that race horse or know him personally.  If he loses one more race he’s off to the slaughter-house.  He doesn’t care if the horse is only two years old.  Off with his head.  He’ll put it in your bed, General.
Your Big Money Boss wants to gloat in glory.  He doesn’t care about those soldier boys.  Or whether they come back with a dog-tag or a toe-tag.  He just wants to win.
The Tactical Mind:  If I was losing a war under great pressure and fear of my over-lords, I might resort to a dirty trick.  You can give a soldier methamphetamine and he will stay awake for days while the enemy has to sleep.  Wired and full of crazy aggression, your forces can sneak up on sleeping Pashtuns and cut their throats.
Crystal meth has the same effect as ergot mushrooms did for Vikings.  Before a raid, Vikings ate them for boosted vim and aggression.  They went berserk. It is how they got their name “berserkers.”  They were noisy frontal attackers, clanging battle-axes, these braided Beowulf’s.
Silence, however, would serve today’s losing officer in Afghanistan’s fight.  Just ask Boeing Aerospace.  They make monstrous muted jets you can’t hear even with your rag-top down and them just a little over your head.  Way-low.  Nocturnal stealth is everything to a hunting owl.  And silence has its place when people are sleeping.  Particularly those you plan on killing.  There is a fine line between predation and war.
Given that the men in charge of today’s “War on Terror” are advancing world terrorism for Israel, anything goes.  9/11 sure did.  It’s a false-flag warfare extravaganza.
So, that said, I see a possibility for Stephanie Hershman’s draw-factor.  She may have had a taste for drugs, seeing as her estranged spouse is in the slammer for them.  Since birds of a feather seek each other out, she may have attracted our returning battle-ax with something other than two toddlers.  What it was may or may never come out in the Jewish-owned and controlled media.
That meth was a factor in this horrendous multiple murder case is on the street.  I was just thinking about the “why and how” of it.  Police say that the murders occurred on 19 September 2010.  That’s a Sunday.
A plausible scenario is this one.  Perkins is in the Hershman house.  One or both of the toddlers might have been fussy, whiney or crying.  The psy-op of a baby crying was used to torment the besieged, soon-to-be victims of the Waco inferno.  Toddlers and babies can sometimes test the nerves of their loving parents.  On 19 September, you not only have a non-parent in the house with these children, but possibly a hopped-up soldier.
Feels like we are supposed to think that he snapped and went into kill-mode.  Would it include carving out the victim’s eyes?  Unlikely.  When this news broke, I felt corralled to think that Perkins went berserk.  But now five years have passed and there have been other heinous murders in the same area.  They all happened after Perkins had been removed from society.
Some of the murders became cold case files.  Rape/murder cases, garroted widow…  Two other murder cases sent unlikely convictions to prison.  According to the relative of one victim, the cops arrested a Mexican alien who could not speak English.  They accused him of raping and drugging to death the victim with fentanyl patches.  Unlikely.  The other unlikely conviction was a family man with five children who had no apparent motive.  He was under heavy guard until they locked him away in prison.  They allowed him no contact with objective, independent journalists during his time in county jails.  His mail was intercepted at the prison with no reply to the sender.
Given that rape/murder and pedophiliac snuff films are big business these days, with easy video gadgets, imagine the possibilities.  One horse towns and rural hinterlands are no longer wholesome places to raise your kids.  Corruption and depravity rule the streets.

Reads Like a Rig

March 26, 2015

Today’s German plane crash reads like a big fat rig.  John F. Kennedy, Jr.’s plane crash read like one too.  Sudden rapid descent.  No distress signal.  Unlikely and untenable turn of events.  John-John was one shoe in the White House.  So was his uncle when Sirhan Sirhan supposedly shot him in the head with no motive.  The adored Princess Diana was on a glide-track to marrying an Egyptian Arab.  She was going to make a Muslim prince charming out of him.  Plane crash, car crash….

Why is it that the news hounds do not identify their sources these days?  Isn’t that what we were taught in journalism school?

The news report says that one of the Lufthansa (Germanwings) pilots was locked out of the cockpit?  What kind of cock and bull story is that?  I would have to hear the recording myself.  It smacks of the same baloney we read about the 9/11 victims who supposedly called their loved ones while airborne from out-of-range cell phones.

Here is a pair that may have downed the plane in my opinion:  “Two Iranian journalists who covered the “El Clasico” soccer match between Barcelona and Real Madrid on Sunday were among the crash victims.”  Journalism is dangerous today if you publish truth or hail from a Muslim Middle Eastern State, particularly Iran.  

Planes, cars, boats, name it — can be operated via remote control.  I believe this is how Princess Diana and John Kennedy, Jr. were killed.  Sabotage is old hat.  But today’s sabotage has gotten sophisticated.  Computers make things easy to lie about and withhold from the public.

I believe that German plane was sabotaged.  Everything they do is “two-bird.”  Who do they hate harder than Germany and Iran?  And who has enough money to bottleneck every industry and bribe just about everyone?  What has happened to the FAA?  What has happened to every rural airport?  What has happened to the three letter guys?  What has happened to those who claim they are there to “protect and serve?”  Why did they confiscate all the video footage from 9/11’s Pentagon kamikaze jet?  Why did they spirit away the forensic evidence of 9/11?

Think about other passenger jets in recent years who met similar fates.  With similar untenable “news” stories that followed.  What pilot suddenly dives into the ocean or into a mountain?  Ask yourself who was on the passenger list and to what country the jet belonged.

In the case of hated journalists and German/Austrian politicians, car explosions have been popular.  If my investigations had not borne out so many other “rigs” over the last seven years, perhaps I would be less jaded by what to me reads like a template.

I invite “the authorities” to share their black box findings with us.  Slap it up on YouTube and the six o’clock news.

http://www.aol.com/article/2015/03/25/the-latest-report-says-1-pilot-locked-out-before-crash/21157659/?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmain5%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk2%26pLid%3D633562

The Pope Defined

March 9, 2015

It is not only the half-baked offshoots of what once was — who are getting dive-bombed by the father of lies.  Not only they are threatened with “my way or the highway.”  This fungus is universal.

The current “pope” is clearly a sold-out installation whose task it is  to lead astray the Faithful.  God helps us, don’t you worry.  Here is what a true priest had to say about it back in 1976:

“People ask me what I think of the Pope [Paul VI]…  The true Pope is the unity of the Church, inspired by the Holy Ghost, and protected by the promise of Our Lord in upholding the Faith.  But in the aftermath of Vatican II, Paul VI is systematically destroying the Church.  Nothing is spared: catechism, universities, Congregations, seminaries, schools.  Everything Catholic is being destroyed.  One looks for a solution.”  — Arch Bishop Lefebvre  (Source for quote:  Bishop Richard Williamson)

News Clip

August 4, 2014

Here’s a news clip from 1951:

 

“Baghdad, Iraq, 18 June 1951 (AP) – Police said today they had discovered large quantities of weapons and explosives in Izra Daoud Synagogue. Military sources estimated it was enough to dynamite all Baghdad.”

Source:  

Beaty, John.  The Iron Curtain Over America.  1952.  (page 217)

Survival and Austere Medicine: An Introduction

May 18, 2014

( T h e   R e v i e w s )

 

From a suspiciously-anonymous clique of medical writers comes a suspiciously-free “do-it-yourself” manual. One can download from the Internet a copy of their 213-page guide about roughing it after a catastrophe. This darkly-written medical book is entitledSurvival and Austere Medicine: An Introduction (Second Edition), written and edited by The Remote, Austere, Wilderness and Third World Medicine Discussion Board Moderators. What a mouthful — but they sure won’t give you their names.

This foreboding freebie was published in 2005. In an exhaustive lecture about what to do in dire straits, a nurse-paramedic, lab technician, military medic, emergency medical technician, herbalist and a pair of doctors combine their advice for what could be an ulterior motive.

As one reads their chilling dose of good will, the reason for their desired anonymity emerges. There is a chapter in this book that seems like a provocation for nurses to commit murder. In a burdensome load, the nursing chapter instructs care-givers to do things no person would be able to do in an austere situation short of going insane. In a previous chapter, detailed instructions are given on how to make ether. How convenient. Then in a burst of sarcastic warning, there comes a thinly-veiled hint that it can be used to put somebody’s lights out.

The book reads like a calm, jeering mockery of a future predicament. In response to fear and worry, the star doctor lectures for chapters about the grimmest of miseries. Like a demon in a white coat, he mocks his readers with comments like, “…if you are considering a long-term collapse…” and “…if you are planning for a multi-generational catastrophe…” Then a nurse/paramedic calling him or herself “Reasonable Rascal,” pushes a nurse to the brink with, “You should give some thought to how you will wash large amounts of linen possibly without access to electricity.”

Euthanasia is addressed and offered as a way to take care of business when things get bad enough. They even have gruesome fiction in the back of the manual about amputations and other things that interest the medical community.

This glib manual reads like a preparation for not only the medical community, but also ordinary citizens. The focus is quick and dirty medicine that one would have to practice in back-woods, 3rd World, or post- nuclear/biological/chemical/radiological-attack scenarios.

The buzzwords used throughout this book tie these shadow doctors in with other globalists. There is nobody who writes an exhaustive medical book of this size for free. The ulterior motive for this project might be a commission from the Wizard to lighten the load on the first-responders, military and medical staff who will be saddled with the task of a disaster aftermath.

This free Internet manual is hardly the first sighting of an iceberg whose tip has been bobbing up since 2002. The doctor who wrote most of it tries to rally up eager beavers who are instructed to buy a library of medical reference books. These groups are then to gather up more groups of medical enthusiasts to form pockets of disaster preparedness teams across the country. It seems that without substantial motive, nobody would go through all that trouble.

This manual is in good company with an ocean of post-2002 documents on the street of the same vein (military, state and municipal). It ties in neatly with the government’s mass casualty assistance and mobile mortuary teams. These groups are all part of the “Preparedness Community.” Prepared for what one might ask. This books lists a few things.

Here’s the web address to their sinister freebie:www.survival-spot.com/survival-files/survival-medicine.pdf

Getting the Math

March 5, 2014

I trust and believe that my Maker dictates what of His universe I am to “get” in the math sense.  If everybody “got” aerospace engineering, they’d be aerospace engineers.  But they don’t and they’re not.  Down here in our crude physical world, we are limited enough mentally.  Beyond this world, it’s a great wide open.  Stuff so fabulous and fearsome, most earthlings will never get it on this side of the grave.  God dictates who gets that stuff.  He decides our talents.  He lays the track of our trains up the road.  We cannot know the future.  But trusting in Him, will be pleasantly surprised by it.  I own the knowledge.

One of my math professors was a mechanical engineer before he decided to teach math.  His mind was honed in the ways of engineering.  A keen blade of mathematical disciplines.  During one of our study sessions, he is the one who first used the phrase “you don’t own it,” referring to my ability to work a certain math problem.  In other words, “you do not own this knowledge” yet.  You don’t get the math yet.  You can work the problem by rote and produce the correct answer.  But if I throw you a curve ball on an exam, you won’t understand it.  Since that day I knew what “owning the knowledge,” meant.

Today, sadly, this kind of math is being used to design machines of mass murder.  Medical men are cooking disease.  It is the “my will be done” trying to overshadow the righteous “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven…” that will sound the knell of our world.  When man tries to play God, he fails.