They also reduce complex issues to short statements which can be written on index cards. Alex Jones, we are told–and this is the seeming universal argument, which I have seen repeatedly in multiple places–is evil because he denies the Sandy Hook shooting happened. What about the children? What about the grieving parents? Where did the children go? How is such a conspiracy possible?
To this I will oppose one simple question: why do the official FBI reports for December 2012 in Newtown, Connecticut–Sandy Hook was the school–not record any homicides? Myself, I thought well maybe they don’t record statistics for children, although this seemed unlikely. But several teachers were also reported murdered. Adam Lanza, according to the official narrative, first killed his mother.
This is a damning fact, which I attribute to some unnamed individual or individuals within the FBI trying to send a coded message. Perhaps this report has since been amended, but I doubt it. It recorded no homicides the last time I looked it up about three months ago.
Now, you can say this is a glitch, an error, that something went wrong somewhere. Fine. Do that. But is this REALLY an unreasonable question?
Do you know, personally, any of the parents or did you know any of the children? I don’t and did not. Everything I know came from the media, and everything the media knows is what it was told and which it accepted at face value. For 99.99 and a bunch more 9’s percent of the population, this is also true.
And there are other oddities. Supposedly grieving father Robbie Parker laughing and joking around before manifestly and in front of the camera putting on a grieving face. Seeming prior knowledge of an event going to happen. The immediate destruction of the building. An investigation in which at least one seasoned investigator reported never before seeing so many people who knew nothing. You can do your own digging. Perhaps YouTube has used this pretext to disappear some of the videos. I don’t know.
But what I mostly want to mention is how you engineer a conspiracy of silence. Imagine you were a crisis actor and you get a crisis of conscience and discuss reporting your role to the media, and two minutes later you get a call from a spoofed number which plays your conversation back to you. The next day a credit rating agency calls to report your credit card has been stolen and used fraudulently. The next day your boss calls you and tells you an anonymous source called to say you made some porno films you didn’t make, and is wanting to talk. The next day you get another spoofed call with someone crying out in pain. Dean Koontz has many twisted ideas in this regard.
This last, by the way, happened to me. I pick up a call, supposedly from Dayton, Ohio–although of course it could be from anywhere–and someone is just weeping in terrific grief and perhaps physical pain. It lasts fives seconds, then terminates. I call the number back, and whoever picks up says there was no one there who could have made that call. This makes sense. The number was spoofed.
Two days ago, I am doing my morning meditation, and a song I had discussed with someone appears in my playlist–which is quite fixed, and which has never happened before. Now, it was an emotionally important song to me, so I chose to think it was angels speaking to me, but it may have been demons (who by the way have stopped visiting).
Fear would be a not inappropriate response, but here is the thing: if “they” are coming, none of us will be spared. There is no hiding, not for anyone with s shred of brains or integrity. And we can all be broken.
But don’t break in fear. Break on the rack. Go all the way, to use Bukowskis phrase. We are eternal beings. All this has a purpose, in ways we cannot imagine. And there remain, perhaps, honest people in all our agencies of government. There remain people to fight back. They are perhaps even a large majority, and have simply lacked the capacity to truly GET how deep and awful the corruption among them is, how beholden to tyranny, to evil.
The hatred Trump has inspired is itself inspiring. He did not kick over a small beehive. No, it was a massive infestation.
Carry on. Believe good is possible, even when it seems impossible. Believe in the possibility of a good ending, even while swimming in lies, hatred, violence, greed, and profound stupidity.