THE BIG SNOW GLOBE
We sailed away
We walked two thousand miles
And then we slipped away
We looked so hard
But couldn’t seem to find just what
The world was for
Now we know
Just what the journey’s for
Looking out to the stars
Think about what you are
What do they think of you
Animals in their zoo
They haven’t got the time
Landing’s not on their mind
How do they have the nerve
We’re animals in preserve *
― Zebra *
* Zebra:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSZyezEhRhs
Humanity is on a roll like radioactive sushi following the Fukushima meltdowns. Deluding ourselves we live in a paradigm where slavery is abolished, we rarely stop to appreciate the fact we’re all slaves.
What’s different between you and a peasant living in bondage during the 1700s? You perform work you wouldn’t engage in if not being coerced; you’re held in check from experiencing all life offers, forced to remain in a restrictive area ― known as Earth.
Money comprises your shackles, but only so long as you allow it to. Even though you don’t physically see your implements of incarceration, you experience them every time you can’t take a trip because you don’t have the cash. You feel these restraints when spending weeks on end in your house, unable to venture out because you’re broke.
So, who does this system benefit? In a protracted sense, nobody ― since we could all be victims of a natural occurrence that annihilates us while we’re busy playing house. Yes, in such a scenario, it seems even those acting as our jailers would suffer. In the short term, a small faction ― possibly one percent ― are reaping rewards of this prison infrastructure, while the rest of us struggle to stay alive.
So, what’s better? Seeing your servitude, or remaining oblivious to it?
The former. You’re not living a lie ― spending your days aboard It’s a Small World in Fantasyland. Thus, you understand there’s a problem, and can do something about it.
Still don’t believe you’re a slave? The next time you’re incurring a verbal ass whipping from an enraged customer, or losing a limb inside the jaws of occupational machinery, tell yourself you’re free. How many times a week do you wake up elated to go to work? Everywhere you turn, miserable individuals are clock-watching ― counting the minutes until they can leave their jobs for the day.
“How’re things, Ed?”
“I’ll be a hell of a lot better in half an hour [the time when Ed is allowed to step away from a hazardous container of boiling grease he continually fills with GMO foodstuffs].”
You hear it constantly. Some version of the above is probably more often uttered than, “If only I could win the lottery.”
Even when you’re told soft stool is chocolate pudding, it remains shit. Just because you’re informed it’s a job, it’s still slavery. If you have any lingering doubts, ask yourself if you’d go to work if you weren’t getting paid. There’s your answer.
What’s more, folks not only embrace their imprisonment, they fight to retain it. The initial action someone usually engages in, when fired from a job, is the desperate search for new employment ― hence, further enslavement.
The powers that be ― who’ve created this serfdom ― must find it amusing people aren’t only willing to be vassals, they seek it out.
But jobs are necessary, right? By engaging in them we’re doing our part for the benefit of our species, correct?
Wrong. With the current level of human technology on this planet, almost all jobs we’re informed are essential can be executed via automation; i.e. machines. **
** Berkowitz, Matt; Joseph, Peter; McLeish, Ben. (2014). The Zeitgeist Movement Defined: Realizing a New Train of Thought. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1495303195
So, how did all this begin? Are we experiments? Lab rats in a maze created by a more technologically advanced species? Known as the zoo hypothesis, it may be more possible than we’ve been previously lead to believe.
Termed Goldilocks planets, outside of Earth itself, Kepler-22b was the first of its kind discovered by humans. *** **** This class of celestial bodies possesses the necessary attributes to support life. In the limited scope of scientists, that equates to close enough to the star it’s orbiting to melt ice ― creating water ― but not so close this precious life-giving commodity evaporates. In addition, a Goldilocks planet is one with a size relative to Earth. Goldilocks: not too hot, not too cold; not too big, not too small. Just right.
*** Goldilocks planets:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circumstellar_habitable_zone
**** Keppler 22-b:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kepler-22b
Of course, it’s always possible innumerable, exoplanetary species can survive without water ― perhaps on methane gas, pure hydrogen, etc. To placate the narrow spectrum of propagandists doubling as scientists, when it comes to Goldilocks planets, we’ll adhere to the official definition.
That said, it’s speculated by astronomers perhaps 40 billion of these potentially life-sustaining celestial bodies exist in the Milky Way, alone. Believed the above galaxy is one of hundreds of billions within this Universe, we’re talkin’ trillions of planets able to support life.
Since many of these viable biospheres are billions of years older than Earth, it’s a certainty other species have had far more time to advance than we have. Asserting humans are alone in this Universe is a position more filled with shit than an impacted bowel. Thus, we might be no more than entertainment for others looking on.
If the above is true, is it possible humans on Earth are existing inside a snow globe, watched by interlopers of advanced acumen? Sounds more plausible than being observed by some gigantic, invisible, gray-haired asshole in the sky, who obviously doesn’t care about us. Still, most go with the latter.
Concerning the snow globe analogy, everything within this pristine milieu appears idyllic. That said, figures inside remain stagnant. Sounds like humanity, doesn’t it? People allegedly stopped going to the Moon 42 years ago, and haven’t returned since, nor anywhere else in this Solar System. As a substitute, we’ve managed to murder each other in droves.
Statues inside the snow globe look cheerful, even though they’re drowning underwater. When you consider the current state of our species ― unknowingly enslaved by money, unwittingly forced to consume poisons, and ignorant of the radioactive fallout deluging us ― we resemble those fixed figurines. Submerged in a lethal environment, we smile ― garbed in prison uniforms, disguised as suits ― and do nothing to end our plight.
Even though quotes from astronauts, government and military representatives, pilots and scientists ― regarding the validity of UFOs ― are ubiquitous, you may still believe this is a phenomenon only experienced by individuals certain “each other” is one word, of the mindset “are” and “our” mean the same thing, and adamantly convinced Democrats are different from Republicans. “You know? Morons.” *****
***** Blazing Saddles:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZvT2r828QY
What follows are portions of official government documents proving otherwise:
In 1947, Four-Star General ― and former Chief of Staff for the U.S. Air Force ― Nathan Twining, wrote what is known as the Twining Memo. This letter was intended for General George Shulgen, who was interested in those bizarre “flying discs” so many had been reporting:
It is the opinion that the phenomenon being reported is something real and not visionary or fictitious. The reported operating characteristics such as extreme rates of climb, maneuverability (particularly in roll), and action with which must be considered evasive when sighted…lend belief to the possibility that some of the objects are controlled either manually, automatically or remotely.
A 1949 FBI Memo ― known as Protection of Vital Installations ― discussed concern regarding aerial anomalies over Los Alamos nuclear facility. Said conundrums ― according to “Airline Pilots; Military Pilots, Los Alamos Security Inspectors, and private citizens” ― maneuvered at speeds upwards of 27,000 miles per hour. This memorandum was sent to J. Edgar Hoover ― director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation:
Army intelligence has recently said that the matter of “Unidentified Aircraft” or “Unidentified Aerial Phenomena,” otherwise known as “Flying Discs,” “Flying Saucers,” and “Balls of Fire,” is considered top secret by intelligence officers of both the Army and the Air Forces.
A subject clandestinely deemed confidential, even though the public was led to believe UFOs were nothing more than mirages, misidentified man-made aircraft and natural occurrences.
Known as the 1952 Chadwell Memo, the following was sent from H. Marshall Chadwell ― CIA Director of Scientific Intelligence ― to General Walter Bedell Smith ― Director of the Central Intelligence Agency:
At this time, the reports of incidents convince us that there is something going on that must have immediate attention…Sightings of unexplained objects at great altitudes and traveling at high speeds in the vicinity of major U.S. defense installations are of such nature that they are not attributable to natural phenomena or known types of aerial vehicles.
Termed the 1954 Maxwell Air Force Base Emergency Report, the following was forwarded to the CIA, NSA and the Joint Chiefs of Staff:
…pilot of helicopter wished to stress fact that the object was of a saucer-like nature, was stationary at 2000 ft.
Here’s a germane question: What aircraft in 1954 was circular and able to hover?
The internal document below references the Minot Air Force Base Incident of 1966 — an enigmatic encounter corroborated by three missile installations, and lasting almost four hours. Military radar painted this object ― which ascended as high as 100,000 feet ― and was visually observed by an Air Force strike team:
When the team was about ten miles from the landing site, static disrupted radio contact with them. Five to eight minutes later, the glow diminished, and the UFO took off. Another UFO was visually sighted and confirmed by radar. The one that was first sighted passed beneath the second. Radar also confirmed this. The first made for altitude toward the north, and the second seemed to disappear with the glow of red.
Regarding a 1976 UFO encounter over Tehran, Iran, the U.S. government had the following to assert:
An outstanding report. This case is a classic which meets all the criteria necessary for a valid study of the UFO phenomenon:
a) the object was seen by multiple witnesses from different locations…and viewpoints.
b) the credibility of many of the witnesses was high (an Air Force general, qualified air crews, and experienced radar operators).
c) visual sightings were confirmed by radar.
d) similar electromagnetic effects (EME) were reported by three separate aircraft.
e) there were physiological effects on some crew members (i.e. loss of night vision due to the brightness of the object).
f) an inordinate amount of maneuverability was displayed by the UFOs.
Although countless humans cavalierly cavort about as though they’re the epitome of intelligence, are we no more than microbial pond scum in someone else’s Petri dish? Perpetually smiling figurines within a cosmic snow globe?
Since our kind is held captive on this planet, unable to escape, should the heavenly hammer strike, it definitely seems possible.
Sources:
Books:
Berkowitz, Matt; Joseph, Peter; McLeish, Ben. (2014). The Zeitgeist Movement Defined: Realizing a New Train of Thought. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1495303195
Dolan, Richard M. (2014). UFOs for the 21st Century Mind: A Fresh Guide to an Ancient Mystery. Richard Dolan Press. ISBN: 9781495291609
It’s all about money, not freedom, y’all, okay? Nothing to do with fuckin’ freedom. If you think you’re free, try going somewhere without fucking money, okay?
― Bill Hicks
The United States Constitution is not valid. Thus, you're not bound by it. This is something most people don't know.
The Constitution is a contract between government and citizenry. Such is clear.
In this document, rules are established regarding how the bureaucracy will operate, and the populace will conduct itself.
One of the striking inconsistencies, regarding the Constitution, is the benefits bestowed upon government, at the expense of the population. Via the above agreement, bureaucracy reaps rewards, while the masses receive nothing in return.
Don't believe me? Consider the following:
Congress can tax you. Can you tax Congress?
If you don't pay these taxes, the government can extort from you; i.e. steal your home, your cars, your bank accounts, etc. Can you do the same to the government?
The U.S. hegemony "magically" makes laws you're forced to abide by. Can you create statutes out of thin air that bind it? Moreover, if this bureaucracy doesn't adhere to your mandates, can you throw it in jail?
The answer to the above questions is: "No," so why would you sign such a lopsided pact? Do you often find yourself scrawling your name in agreement on obviously unbalanced arrangements?
"Let me get this straight: You're gonna force me to do things that only benefit you?"
"Yep."
"And you're gonna charge me for this coercion?"
"That's right."
"On top of this, if I don't pay, you've given yourself the power to throw me in prison?!
"You got it."
"Where do I sign?!?"
Speaking of signatures, when — in this fucked-up system we refer to as "legal" — are contracts binding?
When you sign them, of course.
Being the U.S. Constitution is a contract, did you sign it? I know I didn't. In fact, none of the common citizenry signed the fuckin' Constitution!
"Wait! I thought this was a democracy; you know, a government by the people. If none of the people signed it's main mandate, how can it be anything but a government by somebody else?"
Since none of the common populace — neither alive during its inception, nor kickin' today — signed the Constitution, how can we the people be bound by it? Only those who did sign it — politicians who've been dead hundreds of years — should be obligated to it.
Like a fully-charged digital camera, you're getting the picture. So, a bunch of monetarily affluent psychopaths — many of them slave owners — scrawled their signatures on this agreement that imprisons us on our behalf. Ask yourself, who doesn't trust a slave owner? Somebody willing to subjugate another person is willing to subjugate you — since you're another person. Why, then, wouldn't you expect a group of rich overlords to attempt to enslave the population of an entire country? We're talkin' deal of a lifetime here! Individually, they may have owned a few hundred folk, at most. With the implementation of the their Constitution, they had the opportunity to own a few million!
According to No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority, by advocate of natural law, Lysander Spooner:
It is a general principle of law and reason, that a written instrument binds no one until he has signed it. This principle is so inflexible a one, that even though a man is unable to write his name, he must still "make his mark," before he is bound by a written contract. This custom was established years ago, when few men could write their names; when a clerk — that is, a man who could write — was so rare and valuable a person, that even if he were guilty of high crimes, he was entitled to pardon, on the ground that the public could not afford to lose his services. Even at that time, a written contract must be signed; and men who could not write, either "made their mark," or signed their contracts by stamping their seals upon wax affixed to the parchment on which their contracts were written. Hence the custom of affixing seals, that has continued to this time.
What's more, the U.S. Constitution was enacted hundreds of years ago, before you or I were born, let alone old enough to sign anything. How can a contract created centuries ago bind you, me, or anyone else living today? Wouldn't we have to be provided a copy of this agreement, and then given the choice to sign it on our own, before we were obligated by it?
Typically — again, according to our insane code of "legalities" — we're not bound by contracts unless we're sent copies of them. Were you provided a copy of the Constitution?
I wasn't. Hence, according to the "rules" we've created for ourselves, this dissolute document isn't binding upon us.
If I was sent a copy of this insanity, there's no way I'd sign such a forfeiture of my natural abilities. Abandon the freedom we all possess prior to being under government rule? I'll pass like soft stool through a greased sphincter.
Again, in 1870, Lysander Spooner summed up the situation:
Moreover, a written instrument must, in law and reason, not only be signed, but must also be delivered to the party (or to some one for him), in whose favor it is made, before it can bind the party making it. The signing is of no effect, unless the instrument be also delivered. […] The Constitution was not only never signed by anybody, but it was never delivered by anybody, or to anybody's agent or attorney. It can therefore be of no more validity as a contract, then can any other instrument that was never signed or delivered.
If you don't receive a copy of your phone bill, how can you pay it? Moreover, how can you be bound by it? You can easily win the case you weren't provided proper notification of this contract — which is the reason citizens aren't bequeathed copies of the Constitution. If they were, few would be stupid enough to sign them.
To quote Lysander Spooner:
If the people of this country wish to maintain such a government as the Constitution describes, there is no reason in the world why they should not sign the instrument itself, and thus make known their wishes in an open, authentic manner […] But the people have never been asked to sign it. And the only reason why they have never been asked to sign it, has been that […] it is not what any sensible man wants for himself; nor such as he has any right to impose upon others. It is, to all moral intents and purposes, as destitute of obligations as the compacts which robbers and thieves and pirates enter into with each other, but never sign.
Are we to believe powers — self-bequeathed those who created the Constitution — magically transfer to their descendants? Since a bunch of slave owners gave themselves the right to rule our ancestors, their lineage today has the right to rule us?
The more you research the U.S. Constitution, the more you realize it's just another tool for control. It's no different than any other corrupt government's dogma employed to enslave its citizenry. The Constitution isn't even better camouflaged than the propaganda promulgated by other regimes.
Are we foolish enough to believe Hitler informed the German populace they were mass murderers, annihilating innocent men, women and children?
Of course Adolf spun his diabolical designs to make genocide delicious — a benefit of the greater good. And the people obviously bought it. No matter how evil der Fuhrer was, he couldn't have killed millions of humans, himself. He would've required the population of a country, willing to pull the triggers for him.
The same holds true for George Bush or Barack Obama. Both are psychopathic mass murderers, but it would've been impossible for these two clowns to exterminate over a million people in Iraq, if U.S. soldiers hadn't done it for them.
In the words of songwriter Donovan:
And he's fighting for Democracy
He's fighting for the Reds
He says it's for the peace of all
He's the one who must decide
Who's to live and who's to die
And he never sees the writing on the wall
But without him
How would Hitler have condemned them at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war
And without him all this killing can't go on.
He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame ***
*** Donovan:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to5d4p4aYiQ
Since taxation is extortion, consider the gall displayed by the government in its criminal demands. When a thief robs you at gunpoint, at least he's honest. His intentions are clear, and he doesn't lie about them. When the government purloins from you, it claims to do so for your benefit. As perceptively stated by Lysander Spooner:
The government does not, indeed, waylay a man in a lonely place, spring upon him from the roadside, and holding a pistol to his head, proceed to rifle his pockets. But the robbery is none the less a robbery on that account; and it is far more dastardly and shameful.
The highwayman takes solely upon himself the responsibility, danger, and crime of his own act. He does not pretend that he has any rightful claim to your money, or that he intends to use it for your own benefit. He does not pretend to be anything but a robber. He has not acquired impudence enough to profess to be merely a "protector," and that he takes men's money against their will, merely to enable him to "protect" these infatuated travelers, who feel perfectly able to protect themselves, or do not appreciate his peculiar system of protection. He is too sensible a man to make such professions as these. Furthermore, having taken your money, he leaves you, as you wish him to do. He does not persist in following you on the road, against your will; assuming to be your rightful "sovereign," on account of the "protection" he affords you. He does not keep "protecting" you, by commanding you to bow down and serve him; by requiring you to do this, and forbidding you to do that; by robbing you of more money as often as he finds it for his interest or pleasure to do so; and by branding you as a rebel, a traitor, and an enemy to your country, and shooting you down without mercy, if you dispute his authority, or resist his demands.
You've heard it before: Politicians are public servants; representatives of the people. It's a lie. How can you be subservient to someone if you can tax them, but they can't tax you? How can you represent somebody if you can force laws upon them, but they can't do so to you? Obviously, we the people are the servants here, and the government, our masters — even though we're brainwashed to believe otherwise.
And how about the process by which our overlords become such? We're talkin' selection by secret ballots. Anything that has to be done clandestinely should be viewed as suspect.
You vote, but since such is conducted in secret, how can we be certain the government hasn't lied to us about the results? It lies to us about everything else. Why should we suddenly believe bureaucracies when it comes to outcomes of elections?
In the words of Lysander Spooner:
Men honestly engaged in attempting to establish justice in the world, have no occasion thus to act in secret […]
The secret ballot makes a secret government; and a secret government is a secret band of robbers and murderers. Open despotism is better than this. The single despot stands out in the face of all men, and says: I am the State: My will is law: I am your master: I take responsibility of my acts: the only arbiter I acknowledge is the sword: If anyone denies my right, let him try conclusions with me. […]
The gross number of these secret votes, or what purports to be their gross number, in different localities, is occasionally published. Whether these reports are accurate or not, we have no means of knowing. It is generally supposed that great frauds are often committed in depositing them. They are understood to be received and counted by certain men, who are themselves appointed for that purpose by the same secret process by which all other officers and agents of the band are selected.
So, you've got votes tallied in secret by record keepers — who were, themselves, appointed surreptitiously. The Constitution awards whomever wins these ludicrous elections powers we, the people, don't possess. These abilities allow for thievery of us, under threat of extortion and imprisonment, should we not comply--
Does a dick have to be un-lubed before you realize it's fucking you?!
In addition, a secret ballot means those elected won't be accountable for their promises. You voted for a politician because he pledged a freeway that would reduce your drive time to the slavery known as your job. Once this slug is in office, he fails to keep his word, and no freeway is built.
You're pissed, asserting you voted for this loser because he made a commitment he's refusing to honor. That said, you have no recourse. You're mired in a system which elects its leaders via secret ballot. There's no way you can verify you voted for this guy. Hence, he can simply claim you're lying, and there's nothing you can do about it. Your anonymous ballot is somewhere amongst multitudinous other anonymous ballots.
Speaking of politicians, how many times have you heard this crap:
"As a nation, we're so far in debt it's crippling us. Our children are our future, and unless we can pay off this financial obligation, our progeny may not have a country to call their own."
Aw, fuck! The keyboard's covered in shit!
First off, money's debt. Anytime you provide something with intrinsic value, in exchange for useless pieces of paper called cash, you're in arrears. Hence, as long as there's money, there's debt. Great news, though. Money also doesn't exist. Its value is illusory, and only a factor as long as we believe it so. Hence, if we stop giving legitimacy to money, that "debt" these fucknuts keep crammin' down our throats — which never existed in the first place — fails to be a problem for us.
Second, I never signed any contract — known as the Constitution — claiming I'd pay the debt these politicians have accrued. Hence, according to your own legalese, I don't owe anything.
"You spent a trillion dollars bombing yet another territory filled with brown people, and now you want me to pay your debt so you can create more weapons and do it all over again? Fuck off! Where's the contract I signed obligating me to pay your debt? You can't produce it, because it doesn't exist."
Gotta reference ol' Lysander again on this one:
On general principles of law and reason, debts contracted in the name of "the United States," or of "the people of the United States," are of no validity. It is utterly absurd to pretend that debts to the amount of twenty-five hundred millions of dollars are binding upon thirty-five or forty millions of people, when there is not a particle of legitimate evidence — such as would be required to prove a private debt — that can be produced against any one of them, that he, or his properly authorized attorney, ever contracted to pay one cent.
Certainly, neither the whole people of the United States, nor any number of them, ever separately or individually contracted to pay a cent of these debts.
Why do we afford the U.S. Constitution — a contract that enslaves us — special privilege we'd never provide any other agreement? What the hell's wrong with us?!
The government will force you to do this, and strong arm you to do that, but — should you view the situation logically — it's a paper tiger.
First off, none of us own anything. See The Red Pill blog **** for proof of that, but the government really doesn't own anything. Ponder the depth of the bullshit pool you have to be drowning in to believe the government owns something!
**** The Red Pill: Take It:
http://www.theredpill1.weebly.com/
"Step away from the White House lawn, or I'll be forced to shoot you! This is government property!"
Are you kidding me? The taxes we the people paid funded the White House, its lawn, the maintenance of that lawn, the guard pointing the gun at you, the gun itself, the bullets in that gun, etc. The government doesn't own anything! If there were human owners of this crap — which there aren't — it would be the people.
L.S., take it away, brotha':
They [the government] do indeed pretend to own large tracts of wild lands, lying between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, and between the Gulf of Mexico and the North Pole. But, on general principles of law and reason, they might as well pretend to own the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans themselves; or the atmosphere and the sunlight; and to hold them, and dispose of them, for the payment of these debts.
Ruminate on the absurdity of man-made laws, which are no more than threats.
"If you don't do what we demand, we'll take away everything you have!"
"If you contradict the rules we've made for you, we'll throw you in jail!"
Reduce it to fundamentals, and see if it doesn't sound ridiculous. If you were told you could be imprisoned for taking a leaf across an imaginary line, would you believe it?
Of course not.
Yet, purchase pot in Colorado "legally," and drive into Kansas, and you can be arrested, and thrown in jail for years. What part of this bullshit doesn't sound insane to you? What portion of it doesn't wreak of control? You have a plant in your possession, and you just crossed a make-believe line, for fuck's sake!
So, the next time you're buying fireworks in preparation to celebrate your "freedom" on July 4th, ask yourself what you're free from. Autonomy? Logic? Sanity? How can you be free, if your entire life consists of doing things you abhor, cowering to threats others have forced upon you and battling extortionists? Yeah, you've been duped. We all have. Now, do something about it.
THE U.S. CONSTITUTION: PART TWO
The United States Constitution is a bombastic version of the playground bully demanding your milk money, in exchange for "protection." We're talkin' unexpurgated Mafia intimidation here.
In this literary lunacy, the U.S. government simply bequeaths itself "powers" out of thin air. Then again, what would you expect from a document written in secret by monetarily upscale slave owners?
Since most people have never read the Constitution, but take for granted it has their best interests in mind, let's go page by page, and break this maniacal missive down, dispelling such a fallacious belief.
The document in question begins with:
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union…
Translation: "We the slave owners who wrote this document in secret…"
Next up, we've got:
ARTICLE 1
Section 1. All legislative Powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States, which shall consist of a Senate and House of Representatives.
Who gave Congress these "Powers"? Not the public. Once again the slave owners who wrote the Constitution bestowed them from the ether. It's as if they, themselves, waved Tinkerbell's magic wand, and these rights appeared.
Section 2. The House of Representatives shall be composed of Members chosen every second Year by the People of the several States…
The House of Representatives is chosen via secret ballot, tallied by the slave owners. Leonard Nimoy will do a cameo in the next Star Trek movie before outcomes of these polls are recorded honestly.
Representatives and direct Taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union…
Taxes are extortion. Period. "If you don't pay us what we demand, we'll take everything you have, and throw you in prison!" These slave owners granted themselves the power to steal from us.
The House of Representatives shall [choose] their Speaker and the other Officers; and shall have the sole Power of Impeachment.
So, the people can't impeach? Only those the slave owners placed in positions of power can? Being tied to a chair, during a candlelit dinner with a ravenous cannibal, is starting to sound more appealing than believing in the Constitution.
Each House shall keep a Journal of its Proceedings, and from time to time publish the same, excepting such Parts as may in their Judgment require Secrecy […].
No chance for suppression and lies there.
"If I don't wanna tell you something, I now gave myself the power to declare it a 'necessary secret' — for your own good — and I can hide whatever I want from you, the populace."
How many times have we been told we — the people who supposedly run this non-existent thing called America — must be kept in the dark for the sake of "national security"? Talk about a catchall phrase in which those in control can hide whatever they want.
"Well, I fucked 12 kids, your wife, three deer and the couch cushion you're currently sitting on, whilst shitting in that stew you just ate, as I simultaneously drained your bank account. The reason I didn't tell you this before was because such information is detrimental to 'national security.' "
Section 6. The Senators and Representatives shall receive a Compensation for their Services, to be ascertained by Law, and paid out of the Treasury of the United States.
A "Law" which the monetarily wealthy slave owners wrote.
"Think I'll pay myself $10,000,000."
Potential corruption? How?! Like an over-excited penis in your face, you can't see this coming?!
Every Bill which shall have passed the House of Representatives and the Senate, shall, before it becomes a Law, be presented to the President of the United States; if he approve he shall sign it […].
Nowhere here are the people involved in this process. Man-made laws are nothing more than threats: "Do what we demand, or be thrown in prison."
Section 8. The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for common Defence and general Welfare of the United States…
Congress, which is the government, just gave itself the power to tax; i.e. the "right" to extort from you.
The Congress shall have Power To provide for the Punishment of counterfeiting the Securities and current Coin of the United States…
When the government creates money, it's "legal." When you do the same, it's counterfeiting?! Again, I thought this was a democracy — a government by the people. If such was the case, shouldn't the money the people create be "legal," while money anyone else produces, counterfeit?
The Congress shall have Power To constitute Tribunals inferior to the supreme Court…
The supreme court is that which created this Universe, not some man-made group of pasty-white psychopaths wearing stupid wigs.
The Congress shall have Power To provide and maintain a Navy;
To make Rules for the Government and Regulation of the land and naval Forces;
To provide for organizing, arming, and disciplining, the Militia […].
The government has just given itself the right to organize a group of people to fight other people — our own species — because they live far away, have a different skin color, and/or speak a different language?!
The Congress shall have Power To make all Laws which shall be necessary and proper for carrying into Execution the foregoing Powers, and all other Powers vested by this Constitution in the Government of the United States, or in any Department of Office thereof.
Translation: The government has granted itself the power to carry out the threats it forcing upon you, so their enslaving document is perpetually adhered to, and none of you sheep escape the pen.
The Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.
You've granted me the "privilege" to a trial in one of your courts, should I not conform to a threat you created and levied on me?! Adhering to a strict regimen of Orson Welles' Six-Pack Abs is more insane!
No Money shall be drawn from the Treasury, but in Consequence of Appropriations made by Law; and a regular Statement and Account of the Receipts and Expenditures of all public Money shall be published from time to time.
You make the laws; you make the money, and this is all done in secret? Then you expect us to believe you'll provide an accurate account of your expenditures?!
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No Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States…
Except, of course, fucking president!
Are plumbers chauffeured around in limos? Do TV repairmen have entire jet planes at their disposal? When was the last time you were aware of high school janitors being able to take multi-million dollar vacations on the public's dime? What about being president doesn't scream of nobility?! The fact you're not referred to as a king?
No State shall, without the Consent of Congress, lay Duty on Tonnage, keep Troops, or Ships of War in time of Peace, enter into any Agreement or Compact with another State [...]
Doesn't the above wreak of the Ten Commandments? Don't worship others, show allegiance to me, etc. It's a plausible conclusion both were written by scared entities, fearful they'll be usurped of "powers" they've granted themselves.
ARTICLE II
Section 1. The executive Power shall be vested in a President of the United States of America.
If a democracy is a government by the people, why does one person have paramount power here?
The Electors shall meet in their respective States, and vote by Ballot for two Persons, of whom one at least shall not be an Inhabitant of the same State with themselves. And they shall make a List of all the Persons voted for, and of the Number of Votes for each; which List they shall sign and certify, and transmit sealed to the Seat of the Government of the United States, directed to the President of the Senate. The President of the Senate shall, in the Presence of the Senate and House of Representatives, open all the Certificates, and the Votes shall then be counted. The Person having the greatest Number of Votes shall be the President, if such Number be a Majority of the whole Number of Electors appointed; and if there be more than one who have such Majority, and have an equal Number of Votes, then the House of Representatives shall immediately [choose] by Ballot one of them for President; and if no Person have a Majority, then from the five highest on the List the said House shall in like Manner [choose] the President. But in choosing the President, the Votes shall be taken by States, the Representatives from each State having one Vote; A quorum for this Purpose shall consist of a Member or Members from two thirds of the States, and a Majority of all the States shall be necessary to a Choice. In every Case, after the Choice of the President, the Person having the greatest Number of Votes of the Electors shall be the Vice President. But if there shall remain two or more who have equal Votes, the Senate shall [choose] from them by Ballot the Vice President.
First off, what the fuck—?! An infant's initial babbling is easier to understand.
Secondly, a secret ballot is more easily rigged than a card game in which you provide the cards, and none of the other players are allowed to see the hands they're dealt.
Third, where is the populace represented in the above?
Before he enter on the Execution of his Office, he shall take the following Oath or Affirmation: — "I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of the President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
"He," as in a male, will protect and defend the Constitution — which only protects and defends the rich, ruling slave owners who wrote said document.
[H]e [the President] shall take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed.
Translation: El Presidente will make damned sure the threats levied upon us by the rich slave owners are carried out.
ARTICLE III
Section 2. The judicial Power shall extend to all Cases, in Law and Equity, arising under this Constitution, the Laws of the United States, and Treaties made, or which shall be made, under their Authority; — to all Cases affecting Ambassadors, other public Ministers and Consuls; — to all Cases of admiralty and maritime Jurisdiction — to Controversies to which the United States shall be a Party; — to Controversies between two or more States; — between Citizens of different States; — between Citizens of the same State claiming Lands under Grants of different States, and between a State, or the citizens thereof, and foreign States, Citizens or Subjects.
In all Cases affecting Ambassadors, other public Ministers and Consuls, and those in which a State shall be Party, the supreme Court shall have original Jurisdiction. In all the other Cases before mentioned, the supreme Court shall have appellate Jurisdiction, both as to Law and Fact, with such Exceptions, and under such Regulations as the Congress shall make.
The people aren't allowed to levy the verdict?
The Congress shall have Power to declare the Punishment of Treason, but no Attainder of Treason shall work Corruption of Blood, or Forfeiture except during the Life of the Person attained.
The people can't determine who's treasonous? I thought this was a government by the people.
ARTICLE IV
Section 2. The Citizens of each State shall be entitled to all Privileges and Immunities of Citizens in the several States.
"Privileges" bequeathed by the rich slave owners, but "privileges" we already had, prior to the implementation of government.
Section 3. New States may be admitted by the Congress into this Union; but no new State shall be formed or erected within the Jurisdiction of any other State; nor any State be formed by the Junction of two or more States, or Parts of States, without the Consent of the Legislatures of the States concerned as well as of the Congress.
Translation: You're free and autonomous…as long we allow you to be.
The Congress shall have Power to dispose of and make all needed Rules and Regulations respecting the Territory or other Property belonging to the United States; and nothing in this Constitution shall be construed as to Prejudice any Claims of the United States, or of any particular State.
"Property"? Whatever created this Universe owns everything in it. Neither we, nor the United States — the latter of which doesn't exist — own anything.
ARTICLE VII
The Ratification of the Conventions of nine States, shall be sufficient for the Establishment of this Constitution between the States so ratifying the Same.
Done in Convention by the Unanimous Consent of the States present the Seventeenth Day of September in the Year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and Eighty seven and of the Independence of the United States of America the Twelfth IN WITNESS whereof We have hereunto subscribed our names,
Were the people present for, or involved in, this ratification?
That the Electors should meet on the Day fixed for the Election of the President, and should transmit their Votes certified, signed, sealed and directed, as the Constitution requires, to the Secretary of the United States in Congress assembled, that the Senators and Representatives should convene at the Time and Place assigned; that the Senators should appoint a President of the Senate, for the sole Purpose of receiving, opening and counting the Votes for President; and, that after he shall be chosen, the Congress, together with the President, should, without Delay, proceed to execute the Constitution.
Election by secret ballot, that's tabulated by individuals appointed by the slave owners. How fuckin' weak a foundation are you prepared to build your house on? An active mudslide, on top of a pit of quicksand, with just enough plutonium-239 to poison the fuck out of you, whilst drinking from a mercury-filled stream nearby, during construction?
For the sake of brevity, numerous depraved passages from the U.S. Constitution were omitted from the above. Suffice it to say, this document — many of us hold sacred — is the same thing a Mafia enforcer tells a small shop owner: "I make the rules, and you comply. If you don't, I'll destroy you."
Sources:
Books:
Spooner, Lysander. (1870). No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority. Free Patriot Press. ISBN: 9781938357008
Online Sources:
No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWESql2dXoc
So, we have this free spaceship — known as Earth — that was pre-assembled when we got here. Strangely enough, we humans are hellbent on obliterating it. Fuckin' insanity, when you comprehend we have no back-up craft, should this one become unusable. We treat this planet like we've another one to escape to.
Would it make sense to exit your car every time you stopped at a red light, and beat on it with a sledge hammer?
Obviously not, but producing plutonium — one of the most virulent substances known to man — and burying it in your basement is a fantastic idea!
How long do you think Earth — being a living entity — will tolerate our attempted decimation of it? How many thermonuclear detonations can we perpetrate on it? How many species can we render extinct, before the planet decides it's time to wipe us out?
If you hadn't yet considered the Earth a living being, ponder why grass grows on it. If this planet isn't alive, how come millions of species live, thanks to its perpetual ecosystem?
Earth will only endure the human race's endeavored destruction of it for so long, until it decides it's had enough, and obliterates us — spending less exertion doing so than you would scratching an itch.
Humans are a minor nuisance to this planet, but one can't tolerate that slight pain too long before resolving the problem.
The mentally challenged can only watch so many Internet videos of dancing dogs and people pretending their babies are special, before this Universe concludes there's no point keeping us around.
As usual, that gosh danged monetary system is our undoing here. The Earth is continually raped — forests obliterated, soil farmed until it's not usable, etc. — for the sake of accumulating pesky strips of meaningless fabric called cash. No mind is paid to the destruction fracking wreaks on the planet, so long as somebody amasses money in the process. Decimating the foundation of your house, so you can dementedly believe you're the owner of it, is as stupid as autographing a hockey puck with a black ink pen.
By the powers we allow to be, we're constantly told there's scarcity of resources on Earth. Such is a lie, and an easily provable one at that.
Why would the government falsely inform us there's a shortage of raw materials on our temporary home? Simple: They want us scared, so we support a monetary system, buying and hoarding as many resources as possible, out of fear. Remember, as long as there's money, these fuckers have the optimal tool with which to control us.
Mainstream media — a propaganda arm of the government — indoctrinates us into believing humans are running out of potable water on the planet. Over 70 percent of the Earth's surface is covered in this life-sustaining liquid — of which oceans comprise the majority. Hence, we're being sold a bill of goods.
"But wait," you shout. "We can't drink sea water! Its salt content is too high!"
One word: desalination.
Desalination plants have existed for years. These facilities are the solution to the fake water shortage governments predict, while secretly purchasing aquifers in preparation to charge you insane fees for drinkable H2O.
Asserting there's no answer to overcoming imminent water scarcity is like standing before a herd of cows, informing folks we've nothing to eat.
Obviously, desalination plants transmogrifying sea water are best positioned along coastlines. It's calculated, in order to provide all of present humanity with drinkable H2O — using ocean reserves — one would need enough facilities to cover roughly 8.5 percent of the planet's shores. That's nothing! Rather than producing bombs to "protect" ourselves from enemies that don't exist, why aren't we pursuing such easily attainable goals?
Governments inform us we may run out of wood, due to our species' rapid population growth, and its innate need for shelter. So stop building houses out of this resource for a while, and construct them from something else, until trees thrive again in abundance. It's not like these solutions require concentrated cogitation to arrive at!
How often have you questioned why you're here? There must be some reason for you, and what you're doing.
Many mainstream scientists paraded before the public, by the powers we allow to be, would have you believe otherwise. These "authorities" — who have never been anywhere in the known Universe but this planet — often assert humans on Earth are an aberration. Seems about as wrong as buying a pair of gloves for a guy with no hands.
First, when somebody contends there is no higher power, have them gaze over the landscape. Ask them if they could create that terrain, let alone the whole planet, and everything naturally occurring on it. Have them glance at the Sun or the Moon, inquiring as to whether they could produce such celestial bodies. Point to the plethora of stars viewable on a clear evening. Would they be able to make the above? Obviously not. Most people find it difficult to text without misspelling half the words they use. How could they possibly create a Universe?!
Thus, we have proof of a higher power, or powers. This is irrefutable with logic. Some force, or forces — more capable than you, or anybody you know — produced the environment in which we exist.
Does such mean whatever created all this is a god, or gods?
No.
The word god is primitive. You can ascribe it to cargo cults, * or those ignorant of who, or what, made this Universe. Cargo cults are archaic cultures, somehow separated from the preponderance of society — which has technologically developed. This separation often occurs thanks to a tremendous distance — typically an ocean — between the advanced culture, and the underdeveloped. As such, the more basic society has no idea the more progressive exists.
* Cargo cult:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cargo_cult
One day, for whatever reason, the mechanized culture visits the primitive. In the process, the former bequeaths applied science to the latter. This technology seems like magic to the underdeveloped society. Suddenly, there's an infusion of new gadgets making existence easier. Things are great; prospects are exciting; and then the advanced civilization departs. As such, the primeval group are left without modern amenities to which they'd become accustomed.
Hence, the more basic people do everything within their limited scope to bring the more advanced back. Such solicitation often comes in the form of erecting statues to honor the mechanized culture. The hope here is the developed society — whom these primitives consider gods — will see the tokens of appreciation, and return, bringing more gifts.
An example of a cargo cult would be the John Frum sect. ** During World War II, and for some time after, the indigenous people of Melanesia — a group of islands in the Pacific Ocean — were exposed to more modern societies. Amidst this time, Allied and Japanese forces waged their battles in the backyard of this string of atolls. As a result, copious quantities of provisions — canned food, guns, medical supplies, etc. — were airdropped into this region. These goods were often shared with locals, who hadn't known — let alone interacted with — more contemporary cultures.
** John Frum:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Frum
When Americans and Japanese departed, the Melanesians were left wondering where these "gods" had gone. Hence, they built sculptures in the shape of airplanes, in order to woo the return of these "deities."
When viewing this Universe as an immense cosmic ocean, we observe a case of the matryoshka — or Russian nesting doll. *** These hollow figurines are of the same shape, but varying size. Thus, one doll fits perfectly within the previous, whilst another of smaller dimensions resides within it, and so on. From the viewpoint of the tiniest doll within the set, the next larger doll is all-encompassing, and hence a god. However, there's another doll larger, and more comprehensive, than it. This trend continues, so long as there are bigger renditions of dolls with which to surround the others.
*** Matryoshka doll:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matryoshka_doll
It becomes obvious humanity is adrift on a remote island — known as Earth — far away from other inhabited atolls, and lacking the mental capacity to explore these archipelagos. Hence, those with the capability to travel such vast distances, and reach us, may be viewed in high esteem. In the matryoshka scenario, they may be the Russian doll one size larger than our own figurine. Perhaps we even see these entities as gods.
How many billions of people worship false deities — Christ, Mohammed, Yahweh — who could have been examples of technologically advanced societies visiting our archaic species here on Earth?
In this Universe, humanity may be a cargo cult, although most of us arrogantly choose to believe otherwise. We can hoist our versions of tributary statues — churches, crosses, effigies of Christ, etc. — in the hopes our "gods" will return to save us, but why don't we take matters into our own hands? Could that be what our plight is all about? Proving our species worthy of a place in this cosmic neighborhood, rather than being a suicidal, blood-thirsty menace not only to other lifeforms, but also ourselves? Currently, we possess the capacity to save our kind from extinction. In a logical society, shouldn't that be one's first concern?
Hold up. Parks and Recreation is on, isn't it? Guess this whole keeping humanity — which includes you — from being annihilated thing will have to wait.
Sources:
Books:
Berkowitz, Matt; Joseph, Peter; McLeish, Ben. (2014). The Zeitgeist Movement Defined: Realizing a New Train of Thought. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1495303195
I actually resent the fact that I'm gonna get judged someday. [...] That doesn't even make any sense. It's like, "Dude, you made me, so this is your fuck-up, alright? Let's not try to turn this around on me."
— Bill Burr *
* Bill Burr:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZDGMI_6LXM
Religion is more bizarre than being allergic to corn — and thus never eating it — but one day finding kernels of it in your stool.
How does a character — in this case Jesus Christ — claim to be dying for your salvation one minute, and tossin' out a quote like that below, the next:
Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law — a man's enemies will be the members of his own household.
And how about this little gem from our purported savior:
Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me […].
Well that doesn't sound at all like the demented ramblings of a paranoid cult leader bent on control.
What about this timeless classic, once again supposedly from Big Daddy Christ:
For God said, "Honor your father and mother" and "Anyone who curses his father or mother must be put to death."
Like an abusive husband, the hits just keep on comin', don't they?
The New Testament is so replete with insanity, there are only two options:
1) Either people calling themselves Christians, and professing to have read this book, are lying — and isn't lying one of those mini-sins Christ hates? — or
2) Christians have pored over this blatant lunacy, and believe it…which would mean they, themselves, are lunatics.
If some random person attested he spent 72 hours inside a giant fish, and lived to talk about it, would you believe him?
No fucking way!
Yet, you're cool with Jesus babbling that:
For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of Man will be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.
The New Testament appears more full of shit than a plugged-up toilet.
I'm not opposed to anybody believing what they want. What sticks in my craw is adherence to ideologies — like religion — that have a history of mass murder and torture. If you wanna follow unhinged, innocuous philosophies, go for it. When you support dogmas that separate and slaughter people, don't expect me to remain silent.
Continuing our trip through the Lamest Story Ever Sold, let's stop at — close your eyes and throw a dart; you're bound to hit something ridiculous — the annoying fact Jesus continually spoke in parables. Allegedly, he almost refused to do otherwise.
If you met someone on the street, asked for directions, and he spouted off irritating fables, wouldn't you wanna crucify him, too?
Here's an example:
"Hey! How's it goin'? Nice robes! Uh, I'm lost and my GPS isn't working. Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?"
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?
"Uh, sure…maybe in a lower rent district—"
Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.
"What the fuck's my dad got to do with—?"
And even the very hairs on your head are all numbered.
"So I'm goin' bald, douchebag! What if I get outta this car and give you a taste of my hairless fist—?!"
So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
At that point, the ass kicking would probably commence.
The above are continuous quotes from Jesus, via Matty 10:29 through 10:31.
Because they make less sense than opening a shaved ice stand in the Arctic, if you hadn't read them in the Bible, you might have assumed they were rambled off by an escaped mental patient.
Speaking of dubious dialogue, why is Jesus constantly prefacing his pronouncements with the phrase "I tell you the truth."? If someone continuously informed you they were being honest — to the point it became aggravating — wouldn't you deduce they were a liar?
When you converse with somebody, it's just assumed you're being candid. Having to assure people such is the case once seems sketchy enough; dozens of times, and you deservedly lose credibility.
Example one:
I tell you the truth, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town.
Example two:
I tell you the truth, you will not finish going through the cities of Israel before the Son of Man comes.
Example three:
I tell you the truth, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.
Let's get loose, and see what bizarre notions this book — which outsells any other — has folks all atwitter.
In Matty 15:32, Jesus asserts:
It is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to their dogs.
Sure it is! What if the kids are full, or insanely fat, and the dogs are starving to death?
This J.C. quote never fails to warm one's heart:
If your right eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.
So, we're no longer "loosing"?
The above is proof the words of Jesus Christ were written by mortal men. An omniscient deity would know human physiology, and be aware of the fact nobody's eyes nor hands cause them to do anything. Whatever action these body parts engage in are determined by the brain. Hence, if you wanna amputate appendages that cause you to sin, you have to start and end with the head — where the brain is located. This is a physical fact people existing between 1,700 and 2,000 years ago would probably not have known.
Additionally, if you've sinned, what's the point in chopping your hand off, or pulling your eye out? You've already transgressed. No reset button. Now, just to make matters ten trillion times worse, you're going to excruciatingly remove one of your crucial body parts?!
Moreover, how does cutting off your hand pardon you of your sin?! The obvious answer is, it doesn't! You've still perpetrated whatever act Jesus finds so deplorable. Now, you're gonna go through the rest of your life with one hand and one eye?! What the fuck's the matter with you? Do you hate yourself?
Imagine the number of idiots who have taken this parable literally.
Boston Corbett — the man who killed John Wilkes Booth — cut off his own testicles with scissors, due to the above Jesus quote from Matty 5:29. Corbett had been so enticed by prostitutes, he was fearful his desires would cause him to sin, and thus self-surgically amputated his own huevos to appease J.C. For more information regarding this — one of innumerable, outlandish historical footnotes — feel free to peruse the Unraveled 2 blog. **
** Unraveled 2: When the Fabric of "Reality" Rips to Shreds:
www.unraveled2.weebly.com
If you're of the mindset the above self-mutilation is an isolated case, guess again. The number of folks who've hacked off their own body parts because Christ told them to do so, has got to be prodigious.
An acquaintance — an Emergency Medical Technician — informed me he responded to a call at a church one day. Arriving on scene, he followed a copious trail of blood that led him to a man whose right arm had been amputated at the elbow. The injured individual was holding his severed limb with his remaining hand. Across the room, a circular saw — dripping in hunks of flesh and crimson bodily fluid — now lay dormant.
According to the victim — who was strangely cognizant — he'd cut off his arm after Christ told him to do so. A brainwashing casualty of Matty 5:29? At that point, who cares?! You're suddenly minus a major body part, with only yourself to blame. Whether you believe Jesus told you to perpetrate this mutilation in some fucked-up gospel, or via voices in your head, your existence is now adversely changed.
Not all J.C.'s quotes are so potentially perfidious to humans; some are just stupid.
For example, take the following:
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Actually, all kinds of birds store things in barns. These things are referred to as nests, and five year old kids comprehend this. How come Jesus — an alleged all-knowing entity — didn't?
Moreover, numerous species of birds gather food, and also store that in their nests.
And who can overlook the blatant misogyny ubiquitous in the New Testament, as well as the Old? You're less likely to see a double header in NHL hockey — featuring the same two teams — than you are to find women treated fairly in the Bible. Why should Jesus — our main character — break tradition? As such, direct from the man himself:
It has been said, "Anyone who divorces his wife must give her a certificate of divorce." But I tell you that anyone who divorces his wife, except for marital unfaithfulness, causes her to become an adulteress, and anyone who marries the divorced woman commits adultery.
What in the holy fuck—?!
You divorce some chick, and as a result, she perpetrates adultery?! I'll bet everything I have — which is pretty much my dong and some memories — whoever wrote the above quote had a pair of balls, a Y chromosome and non-milk-producing nipples.
Yet another Jesus quote, leading one to deduce healthy teeth are more prevalent in the deep south than intelligence was in the head of the author of this gem:
Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.
Wrong again. Good trees yield bad fruit all the time. Who hasn't picked a rotten apple? Shit left out in the elements is bound to go bad after a while.
And who doesn't believe in talking clouds?! One would be a fool not to! Millions of photographs, tens of thousands of videos, innumerable testimonies from pilots, air traffic controllers, government officials, astronauts and scientists validating the veracity of UFOs of an otherworldly nature. Still, a prodigious portion of the populace don't believe in unidentified flying enigmas of intelligent, non-human design. That said, a number of these same folk have no doubt a fuckin' cloud said the following to Peter in the Bible:
This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!
Who wouldn't want to read the timeless tale of Joseph — Jesus' cuckold dad — to their children? Joseph, who refused to have sex with his future bride Mary during her pregnancy — as was traditional, thanks to a Christian mandate — after a guy named God knocked her up. Joseph, a caring husband-to-be who considered having his wife stoned to death — also customary, due to a Christian decree — upon determining she'd become pregnant by another.
What does any of this have to do with saving humanity?
Not a fuckin' thing.
Keeping humans from becoming extinct on this planet would, of course, denote a discussion of vertical farming, so people in the future don't starve to death. Perhaps a transitioning from nuclear and fossil fuel — for pending generations — to clean, safe energy sources, so we don't all die from cancer. Of course, such isn't mentioned in the Bible. Instead, we get some soap opera about a potential wife who became pregnant without having sex, and her naive husband, who stuck by her while she popped out someone else's kid. That's beneficial in stopping those Earthbound asteroids from exterminating our species on this planet?!
More lunacy, this time from Matthew 3:16:
As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and lighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased."
What the above tells us is that Jesus saw his own spirit, and spoke to himself — since the Bible elucidates Jesus isn't solely God's son, but also God. And you thought fine print on insurance contracts was confusing. In current society, folks asserting to see their own spirits, and spending excessive time conversing with themselves, are often locked away in mental institutions.
In Matthew 3:8, the devil:
took [Jesus] to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. "All this I will give to you," he said, "if you will bow down and worship me."
Jesus said to him, "Away from me, Satan! For it is written: 'Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.'"
If Jesus is God, and God created everything, why would the devil tempt Jesus with Jesus' own creation?!
What's more, if you produced this entire Universe, why would you be enticed by meager strips of land, on a speck of dust, in an immense cosmic ocean — all of which you own?!
Mind you, I haven't even finished breaking down the Gospel of Matthew. If I did take this baby to term, I'd also expose the Gospels of Mark, Luke and Juan. Luckily, all these portions of the New Testament center around the same story; i.e. Jesus' fictitious life on Earth, his nonsensical teachings, his death — thankfully — and resurrection.
Hence, I don't have to cut a path through Mark, Luke and John. If I did, you'd probably be swallowing the barrel of a handgun by now, or pouring milk in a bowl filled with sleeping pills, spoon in hand.
I apologize for the laborious nature of all this, but I didn't write the New Testament; I just struggled to read it, on the verge of sucking a tailpipe with every painful word.
So, Jesus purportedly speaks to the masses in what's termed the Sermon on the Mount. Part of this oratory — Matthew 5:9 — goes like this:
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
The above means all presidents are damned to Hell. You don't order wars, force people to fight each other, and proliferate weapons manufacturing, yet still refer to yourself as a peacemaker. Moreover, all soldiers — according to the above decree — are doomed, as well. You don't carry a loaded gun to work, prepared to murder on command, and still call yourself someone who pledges amity.
In Matthew 6 through 6:3, Jesus states:
Be careful not to do your "acts of righteousness" before men, to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven. So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
Shortly after asserting the above, Jesus embarks on J.C.: The Middle Eastern Tour. During this interim, he heals a bunch of sick folk, causes paralyzed people to walk again, and rids dudes of demons — all, almost invariably, in front of colossal crowds. Criss Angel might as well have hired on as Christ's opening act, as the two could have performed to sold-out arenas.
In Matthew 6:9, Jesus lays down the rules:
This, then, is how you should pray:
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.
If God's omniscient, what's the point in praying at all? It's not as though he, she or it is going to change its mind because you — a speck of dust in the scheme of things — came to a personal revelation it hadn't considered. According to Christianity, we're talkin' God here — the all-knowing who has contemplated everything. Thus, you would accomplish more — however adverse — by jacking-off into the wind, and severing your sinful hand afterward, than by praying.
Jesus declares:
And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.
If he already knows what you need, what's the fuckin' point in asking?! Isn't it a waste of time? Then again, that's what the Bible is all about: wasting time, while evil — the powers we allow to be — slaughter us in droves.
Since God knows what you need, it doesn't matter what you ask him for. He already has his mind set on what he's givin' ya'. If you believe you can change that, then you think you know better than God. At that point, billions of Christians will condemn you for being an arrogant blasphemer. But wait, it's the Christians who are asking God for stuff in the first place, so they'd be condemning themselves. Circuitous insanity, isn't it?
So, we shouldn't spend a protracted period praying? Guess the Missionaries of Charity — Mother Teresa's cult, who pray for hours every day — negated to read this portion of the New Testament.
What's more, there's no difference between praying and begging. The two are synonymous in the dictionary. ** If you have to continually beg a higher power for things, you're in a master/slave relationship. You'll always be groveling, and that's one sorry-ass excuse for an existence.
** Beg:
http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/beg?s=t
What's the point in continuing this diatribe? If you've read this far, and haven't already acknowledged the New Testament is unexpurgated insanity, subterfuge and a tool for control, you never will. I can continue this obvious expose of such, but as Thomas Paine stated in The Age of Reason:
What is it the Bible teaches us? — Rapine, cruelty, and murder. What is it the Testament teaches us? — To believe that the Almighty committed debauchery with a woman engaged to be married; and the belief of this debauchery is called faith.
As to the fragments of morality that are irregularly scattered in those books, they [...] are the natural dictates of conscience, and the bonds by which society is held together, and without which it cannot exist [...]. The Testament teaches nothing new on this subject [...].
In short, if you don't inherently understand that it's cruel and detrimental to murder, rape and steal, then you're a psychopath. And psychopaths are folks anyone would do their best to steer clear of.
If you require a couple thousand page tome to elucidate these facts I just imparted in two sentences, then there's a serious problem with that publication, as well.
Like Paine, I hunger to read something else — something of value to humanity. Hence, I'm closing the book on the Bible — New Testament and Old.
Sources:
Books:
Life Application Study Bible: "NIV" New International Version. (1984). Tyndale House Publishers and Zondervan, Inc. ISBN: 0310941466
Paine, Thomas. (2006). The Age of Reason (Barnes & Noble Library of Essential Reading). Barnes & Noble. ISBN: 9780760778951
We huddled in our Midwest motel room watching the dangerous cloud of cesium-137 ― a radioisotope known to cause cancer ― as it engulfed the city of Omaha.
I mixed myself another discount drink.
I could hear Vanna White’s vacuous laughter resonating from the flat screen in the lobby.
“Was this happening?” I wondered, quivering as I brought the plastic convenience cup containing the iceless Cape Cod to my lips.
It was something straight out of a ‘50s science fiction flick. The one during which a distraught protagonist warns of imminent disaster, but nobody listens. Rather, neighbors continue painting their lawns or spackling beloved pet’s assholes, oblivious to what’s occurring.
The alcohol took hold. I dove headfirst into a sea of lucidity. “Of course people think you’re crazier than a JFK suicide theory,” I rationalized. “Radiation isn’t blue.”
It was true. Had iodine-131 innately possessed a color, clouds of this malignant radionuclide, drifting over major cities, would’ve resulted in panic ― a demand governments do everything to protect us. Out of sight truly was out of mind. This I understood watching the projections of radioactive fallout deluge Earth, from the Website of the ZAMG ― the oldest weather reporting service in the world.
I E-mailed family and friends the above information, pleading with folks to take a stand. My appeals were met with blank, glassy-eyed stares. Was I speaking a foreign language?
“Who cares if folks didn’t comprehend what I was saying?” I assured myself. When all else failed, I’d always been able to write. And so, that’s what I did.
One thousand E-mails ― each one more well-done than burnt meat ― to elected officials throughout the U.S. This was why I was holed up in a motel room in Nebraska, anyway: penning to state reps, whilst following events in Japan. Besides my mom, my family thought I was insane, and continue to conclude I'd momentarily lost my faculties.
There was no way to validate my assertions, since radioactive fallout doesn't come in colors. As such, I eventually told everybody what they wanted to hear: "I'm okay now, and I'll never check out a Fukushima post again.” Privately, I continued to investigate the subject, while staying silent.
As for response from the 1,000 politicians, I would’ve been more successful in producing a Casablanca remake with the original cast. Only one representative returned my correspondence. He vehemently asserted his position against nuclear power, and then did nothing. Why do we pay taxes again?
When it comes to Fukushima, what do people think is going to happen? You've got three nu-clear reactors in meltdown, open to the sky. In addition, there are thousands of spent fuel rods ― plausibly as treacherous as the reactors, themselves ― spewing various radioactive isotopes into the atmosphere. All this has been taking place for the past three years in the jet stream that flows directly over the continental U.S.
What does the current mitigation plan of this nightmare look like? Last I checked, it was being conducted by a group ― literally employing duct tape as a solution ― now so irradiated, most of them are probably dead.
I've researched documentaries in which filmmakers assert the potential for international disaster has been greatly exaggerated. They base their conclusions upon the fact nobody has perished thus far, due to fallout from the afflicted plant. Such an argument is absurd, since radiation causes latent cancers. With a mainstream media blackout on the topic, how are we to know who’s, died resultant of Fukushima, and who hasn’t? The longer this crisis continues, the higher the number of people who will contract life-threatening illnesses.
At present, 40% of any demographic ― adolescents, children, men, women, and any subset therein ― will develop some form of cancer during their lives. With Fukushima, are we looking at an increase to 50, perhaps 60%? Long-term effects are the dilemma, and nobody will be able to definitively point the finger of blame at Fukushima's fallout. Seventy years ago, cancer was rare. Today, it's common among almost half the population. Folks don't wonder why. They just accept it.
With at least 2,053 nuclear weapons detonations internationally, it doesn't take a Mensa member to realize the astronomical increase in cancers is largely due to governmental nuclear trials.
Amidst conflicting reports coming from Japan, and conventional news pretending the topic didn’t exist, it was nearly impossible to know who to believe. Hence, I looked to history for erudition. Little did I know what I uncovered would be so damning.
The following portions of this chapter provide ample proof world governments have irradiated humanity, and lied about doing so.
Knowing these truths, why would you trust any hegemony regarding information about Fukushima? It’s as intelligent as giving a 4 year old child a loaded handgun, and telling him to play cowboys and indians with his brothers.
Shivering in the sub-freezing temperatures of a dying vehicle, I stared at the lie mocking me beneath the emergency room entrance.
"Your health is our main concern" read the spurious words.
"What a fuckin' joke," I whispered, my breath taking observable form, and fanning out in front of me. "If our health was your 'main concern,' " I thought to myself, "you'd be treating us for free."
This beguiling company — along with all other deceiving corporations — was lying to our faces, and we, as a species, were allowing it to happen. If this hospital — a business at which my mom was currently holed up — had a 'main concern,' it was obviously money, since they weren't tending to the sick without promise of remuneration.
Say someone wandered into the emergency room, in dire need of medical assistance. If that person didn't have insurance, they would either be turned away, or gouged to the end of their days with debt, simply for receiving what — in a logical society — would be provided gratuitously to everybody.
Face facts: Whatever this is, it's not the "Land of the Free." In the Land of the Free, people don't starve to death, they don't sleep on sidewalks in winter and they don't die because they can't receive medical treatment. Why? Because they live in the Land of the Free! Thus, they, themselves are free, as is everything within such a society. Hence, the term. You can't be free, and still be enslaved by a monetary system. It's impossible. If you're enslaved, you're enslaved. Period.
Such is the obvious case regarding our current situation — you live in the Land of the Enslaved, even though the government will beat it into your head you're liberated. If you're not free, you're enslaved. End of fuckin' story.
Do you think a vagrant surviving on rotting meat he uncovers in a dumpster feels free? Does a patient dying of government-caused cancer — incurring an impregnable mountain of debt in the process — bask in his "freedom"? Do employees — otherwise known as slaves — awaken at 3 AM so they can flip GMO-riddled fries, and ponder their "liberation"?
When you reduce our situation to fundamentals, humans on Earth are anything but free! Not only are we currently trapped on a remote prison of this cosmos — unable to escape, should the shit come down — but we're allowing ourselves to be enslaved by psychopaths amongst us. Through it all, we consume this cooked-up calumny lacing our good ol', "American" — whatever the fuck that term means — apple pie, via the erroneous sales pitch: "We're free!"
It's beneath this Normal Rockwell portrait reality resides. Splash paint thinner on the bucolic lie, and view the Salvador Dali truth below. You're gorging on abundant doses of propaganda. These heapin' helpins are served up via mainstream media, school and the general notion you're liberated. All this, even though you're forced to — at penalty of death — enslave yourself at a job you abhor, pay debts that don't exist, and reside in subjugation beneath the constant threat of nuclear annihilation.
"How can such a colossal lie have been concealed from us?"
Ask yourself if you knew — prior to reading The Red Pill or the Unraveled series — live, thermonuclear weapons had been flown over your head, by your own government, for decades. Question as to whether you were aware IBM — whose products you use every day — deliberately slaughtered 11 million innocent people during World War II. Query why it's not screamingly common knowledge the god of the Old Testament demanded people kill and rape each other.
The obvious answer is we've been lied to. The truth — which is perpetually at our fingertips — has been suppressed from us. When the media is your propaganda arm, and schools your indoctrination institutions, you control what you want the public to hear, and force feed them the lies you want them to digest. Thus, it's laughingly simple — and everyday business-as usual — to hide whatever you want from a populace, and show them solely that which you desire they see.
Into this backdrop comes a wave of UFO sightings so conspicuous, it's only rivaled by events portrayed in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. We're talkin' motorists on major stretches of highway stopping their cars — in droves — and exiting their vehicles, to observe craft described as the size of "football stadiums" hovering above them for minutes. Moreover, such was not a lone incident, but one that occurred regularly in the Hudson Valley of New York, during the 1980s and '90s.
Among the witnesses were pilots, police officers, politicians, scientists and countless others typically deemed credible in this ass-backwards paradigm we refer to as "normal." When all was anything but said and done — since sightings in this region still occur, albeit less frequently — tens of thousands claim to have observed the unexplained over the Hudson Valley.
"This in incredible! How come this story isn't featured every night in the news?!"
Again, does CNN inform you the Ford Motor Company used slave labor — which it tortured and often killed — to produce over 30% of Hitler's trucks during World War II? Obviously not. As a result, you blindly continue driving your Ford Fuckup around your prison cell, happy as a slave can be. Thus, why would MSNBC feel the need to apprise you of an armada of what appear to be spacecraft of unknown origin, blanketing the skies in an area where you don't reside? If you can't see it, and they don't want you to know about it, you're as sightless to it as a Texas blind salamander.
"This is Lieutenant Peterson from New Castle PD. Do you have any aircraft in our area?"
"You mean the lights? Have people been calling reporting lights?"
"Well, we got a good load of reports from residents in the area, and several of our officers saw it, also. The people are getting somewhat upset about it, and I don't know what to tell them."
"Don't worry about it. They are most likely planes."
"What we saw was not planes."
"Just tell the people they saw planes."
"Did you spot anything on radar?"
"Yes, we had something, but it turned away, and we lost it."
"What was it? The people around here are seeing something!"
"It's planes, at least that's what I was told. Anyway, there's nothing we could do about it."
Even though the above exchange between an air traffic controller and Lieutenant Herbert Peterson of the New Castle Township police was captured on audiotape, the Federal Aviation Administration denies it ever occurred. At that point, though, to many of the populace of the Hudson Valley — in New York State — it didn't matter. Massive, triangular craft were silently hovering over this portion of the country, and tens of thousands were witnessing them. Dozens of motorists per incident were literally stopping their vehicles in the middle of the Taconic Parkway — a highly traversed artery — exiting their cars, and staring up in unison at the immense, aerial anomalies overhead. Each evening was a 1950's science fiction blockbuster come to life.
As I looked left, something drew my attention toward the sky and I looked up.
My first interpretation was that it was a very bright constellation, so I looked back at the road and then back up again, and it appeared the thing was now closer to me and that I was looking up at the bottom of it. All white lights, but bright lights with nothing showing down. It was just like a cluster of bright lights — maybe comparing it to a chandelier, where there's no beam or anything, just a series of lights in an elongated circle. I didn't stop to count how many there were, maybe nine or ten clusters.
Now, at this point I'm concerned about my mind. I'm ready to have myself committed. What really made me go "Ahhhh!" was the fact that it was enormous, like a football field in size. Big! I'm saying to myself, "Close Encounters, is this what's happening to me? This is not happening."
Basically, at this point it is stationary overhead. We are talking about a matter of seconds. [...]
The curious thing about it was that when it was immediately overhead, there was almost total silence.
Danbury police officer Lieutenant Kevin Barry was at wits' end to explain what he saw on the evening of July 12, 1984. How could he not be? During the '80s and 90s, the Hudson Valley seemed under invasion — deluged with multitudinous, corroborative reports. Throughout the barrage, the mainstream media remained silent on the wave of UFOs that was blanketing this portion of the East Coast. In addition, the scientific community — purportedly the pillar of objectivity — refused to acknowledge anything anomalous, let alone attempt to investigate this conundrum.
Instead, weak excuses — that became jokes among the community, when not inciting anger — were offered as explanations for craft the size of shopping malls, maneuvering above.
Bill Hele — chief meteorologist for the National Weather Corporation — related his sighting, after encountering the enigmatic along the Taconic Parkway:
I went down a hill and up to the crest of the next, and at that point I was beginning to become concerned as to what it could be. I was curious enough to pull my car off the road. I got out and took another look at this thing.
I have been around planes for the past twenty years — and at that point I realized that this thing did not have the appearance of any known object or anything similar to an airplane or group of airplanes that I'd ever seen.
I began to study this series of six or seven lights coming at me. The appearance of the lights was like a large check mark or a V with one end of the V clipped off. As the object approached, there was no sound. I estimate the initial altitude to be under 2,000 feet. As it approached, it seemed to be lowering to approximately 1,000 feet.
Soon it was at about a forty-five-degree angle to me away from the ground and away from the moon, which was full. The object slowed down, not to a stop but nearly to a crawl, still moving. All the lights were changing color at a different time frame from the other lights, as if it had a rotating prism within the lights. No aircraft I've ever seen has a rotating prism for a light source. […]
[I] continued to stare at it. It was about 1,000 feet above me, and it subtended an arc in the sky that led me to believe that perhaps I was looking at a series of lights about a quarter of a mile long.
Even though residents were reporting solid craft — typically triangular, or V-shaped, and silent — the government did their best to explain away these anomalies as either ultralights or small planes flying in formation. When one crunches the numbers, not only do such excuses become impossible, they become preposterous.
You've probably seen ultralights buzzing fields during your travels, but may not have been aware of the nomenclature for such minimalistic flying machines. These "weed-whackers with wings" are categorized as any aircraft tipping the scales at no more than 254 pounds. Think literally a dozen metal bars, some stretchable fabric for wings, a seat and an engine you wouldn't be surprised to find in a small riding lawnmower.
Obviously not designed for speed, top end on an ultralight is just slightly more than 50 miles per hour. Since these craft are so buoyant, it takes propulsion no more than 28 mph to keep them aloft. As a result of the ultralight's slight frame, flying in winds of 15 miles per hour, or more, is definitely not suggested. Hence, these craft are at the mercy of the breezes blowing during flight. A moderate gust could easily cause an ultralight to travel in reverse for a period of time, and flying in formation is extremely difficult — a task only trained professionals would be able to accomplish.
Since wind speeds on many of the nights UFOs were allegedly witnessed in the Hudson Valley were upwards of 35 mph, the ultralights flying in formation explanation seems tenuous. When you weigh in the fact most unidentified objects seen in this region were observed after dark, you've got another dilemma. The government has deemed it illegal to fly ultralights at night. Suddenly, our catch-all excuse seems to be crumbling like coffee cake.
Add onto this the strident noise produced by the engine of an ultralight, let alone numerous ultralights, and you've got real problems! Almost all witnesses reporting UFOs in the Hudson Valley during the '80s and '90s claim the crafts they observed were silent, or at most, emitted a low hum. A formation of ultralights buzzing overhead would be so jarring, it would be unmistakable as to what it was.
Additionally, as previously stated, ultralights have a top speed of little more than 50 miles per hour. Since numerous witnesses report the craft they observed racing into space at tremendous speed — after protracted periods of hovering — how could such be possible in a vehicle that can't even propel itself faster than a hatchback Chevy Vega?
Considering no arrests were issued due to ultralight, nor small plane, pilots perpetrating a hoax — and flying illegally — one buys the government story regarding Hudson Valley as readily as one would purchase a used condom.
"It was so close that if I had a baseball I could have hit it," exclaims then-deputy clerk for Putnam County, Dennis Sant.
According to Sant, the object he, his family and neighbors observed on March 17, 1983 was V-shaped, and slowly drifting a mere 50 feet above the roof of his house. Dennis described the anomaly as, "a city of lights in the sky."
The craft was moving so slowly, he was able to trot beneath it, in order to keep pace with it.
As we approached the house I saw a large, triangular object hovering over my yard about fifty feet from my house. It seemed to be not much higher than my roof.
We pulled into the driveway, and we all jumped out and ran into the backyard. The object was no longer there. I took the children into the house to get them ready for bed, but I felt a strong urge to go back outside.
As soon as I left the house, I saw the object hovering over I-84, just one hundred yards or so away and twenty feet or so above a truck that was passing underneath it. I ran in and got my children and my father, and we started to watch it.
It now seemed to be just above a truck that had pulled over to the side of the highway. I was amazed to see how low the object was. The traffic was stopped, and people were out of their cars looking up at it. You could see people on the bridge pointing at it.
I remember saying to myself, "I wish I could get a better look at it." And as I was thinking that, it made a 360-degree turn, as if rotating on a wheel, stopped, and started to float in my direction.
It continued to approach me, and I just stood there transfixed. It stopped forty feet from me and was hovering twenty feet above a telephone pole in front of my house. [...]
It was a very large, V-shaped object, a very massive size. I watched it from the time it left I-84 until the time it hovered, for approximately three minutes, and at that point all the lights seemed to intensify. I don't know if additional lights came on or if the same lights got a great deal brighter, but it was maybe three times as bright. It illuminated the whole area. […]
It seemed to be about the width of a football field and was a dark, very gray metal. It was so close you could hit it with a baseball. […]
At that point, I started to jog, and I seemed to have been almost directly underneath it, or maybe five or ten feet behind it. I could hear a low engine sound, very finely tuned. It wasn't audible at all until it hovered very close.
Those recalcitrant to objectively view the evidence regarding otherworldly UFO visitation to Earth, will often claim pilots make the worst witnesses of aerial phenomena. Apparently, this argument hinges on an obscure notion those at the helms of planes somehow can't discern properly that which occupies the skies.
Think about this logically. Why would you issue a license to fly aircraft to a person who is categorically one of the worst observers of things airborne? This line of irrationality doesn't make sense. It's akin to claiming professional hunters are the worst adjudicators of what to shoot and what not. Well, why put a gun in their hand then, since they're the most likely demographic to mistake a human for a bear, and start blowin' random people away? A plane can be a lethal weapon in the hands of those controlling it. Do you give a cop a license to carry a gun, if you don't feel he or she can differentiate between an innocent individual and those who have murdered?
The above stated, what follows are testimonies of pilots who witnessed the anomalous in the skies over the Hudson Valley.
Driving north on the Taconic Parkway, pilot Glen Skinner couldn't help but notice the conspicuous V-formation of illuminations above him in the distance.
I couldn't tell whether it was moving. I knew it wasn't a star formation because I've never seen anything like it before. I slowed down to about thirty of forty miles an hour just to try to watch the road and the object at the same time. There were three or four lights on each side.
I was looking up at it, looking down at the road, looking up and down, and when I looked up again it was gone. It was pointing southwest, and it was almost directly overhead when it vanished, as if someone had turned off the lights.
I'm a private pilot, working on a commercial license. I know it wasn't an aircraft. It wasn't airplanes flying in formation because they just don't do that at night. They usually have port and starboard lights, and these lights weren't green.
On May 31st, 1984, pilot David Boyd:
saw these lights in the sky. Seven, I believe. They were red. They were in a V formation. I estimated about 800 to 1,000 feet above ground level, coming toward me.
I stopped the car and looked at it, put my head out the window, and didn't hear anything. It turned to the left, from west to north. It did not bank particularly — about what I do on a final approach, except it was a flat turn, there was no bank to it — and the relationship of the lights changed slightly. The whole process took maybe four minutes. It went out of sight.
I was told that it was ultralights in formation. I questioned that because I don't know many guys who fly ultralights in formation. […]
How could a number of objects do something like that? It was moving about thirty knots an hour, very slowly for a formation of planes. It was moving much slower than anything I have ever flown. Anything flying that slow would drop to the ground.
Private pilot William Durkin purports to having seen the same object deputy clerk Dennis Sant, and his family, witnessed on the evening of March 17, 1983.
I was driving west on I-84 when I saw a series of bright lights approaching from the south. They were almost behind me, and I had to angle my rearview mirror to get a look at them.
Then I noticed that several people were driving erratically, all seeming to be watching the lights. Traffic in the opposite lanes was coming to a halt as the lights approached, and people were getting out of their cars.
At first I thought it was a large jetliner flying very low, perhaps in trouble. Then I realized it was coming too slow to be any type of conventional aircraft, and at this time I could see it was boomerang in shape.
I could see some type of dark, pipe-like structure connecting the lights. They were right over my head, and I couldn't hear any sound.
Durkin shouted at a some of the motorists who had pulled to the side of the highway to watch the aerial display. One driver screamed in reply:
"My God! It's a UFO!"
I'm a pilot and I'm familiar with all types of prop-driven aircraft, and this was not any type of aircraft I'm familiar with, I'm sure of that.
After the airborne enigma hovered stationary above a truck not far from William's vehicle, the pilot asserted:
Then a brilliant beam of white light came down and engulfed the truck. The light stayed on for several seconds and then went off. The driver, who was still in the truck, quickly put the truck in gear and sped off.
A pilot who's flown commercial craft for more than 30 years, Randy Etting exclaimed: "This aircraft in formation theory sounds to me like the prattling of idiots."
Etting had his own sighting on May 26th, 1987. Whilst walking, at roughly 9:30 PM, Randy observed numerous orange and red lights in the evening sky, headed his way. Due to the size of the illuminations, Randy initially deduced they were emanating from a jetliner about to crash. What caused him to conclude otherwise was the preponderance of red lights on the vehicle above him; far too many to signify a plane.
Racing home, Etting grabbed a pair of binoculars and, through them, viewed the enigma — which was much closer, and now appeared to be above Interstate 84. Randy was definitely not alone in his encounter, as numerous neighbors stood outside, in awe, gazing up at the conundrum.
The anomaly in question appeared to be semi-disc-shaped, as Etting reported lights in a half circle. Even though the object seemed immense, it emitted no sound, as all present watched it slowly float westward.
Upon calling the Connecticut State Police, Randy was informed the enigma was attributable to ultralights painted black, and flying in formation, whilst dangling Chinese lanterns from their wings. Why not just claim the lights were the result of Errol Flynn's asshole, risen from the grave and miraculously illuminated by fireflies buzzing said malodorous orifice?
Drivers on both sides of the highway stopped and exited their vehicles, gazing skyward. As with numerous other incidents, police officers observed whatever was overhead that evening. One even shot an extremely compelling photo of such, which can be found in the book Night Siege: The Hudson Valley UFO Sightings. The picture in question has been examined by Dr. Bruce Macabee — physicist and Navy photo analyst — and determined to be genuine, displaying a craft upwards of 1,000 feet across.
In all, more than 100 observers witnessed the same unidentified flying object that evening.
The obvious question arises: With the subject of UFOs being the beginning of the end — when it comes to one's slavery, uh, career — why would so many people go on record, and risk all they had? None of these individuals — nor multitudinous others had anything to gain from speaking out. In fact — due to the negative light in which the UFO topic is viewed in the "professional" field — these individuals stood only to lose from their disclosure.
When the dust settles, we're left with tens of thousands of people who claim to have witnessed aerial enigmas in the Hudson Valley of New York; and a government — with a scientific community in their back pocket — who refuse to admit such warrants further investigation.
Government: Once again, bakin' the shit pies, and servin' 'em up, piping hot!
Sources:
Books:
Hynek, Dr. J. Allen; Imbrogno, Philip J.; Pratt, Bob. (1998). Night Siege: The Hudson Valley UFO Sightings. Llewellyn Publications. ISBN: 156718362X
Zimmermann, Linda. (2014). Hudson Valley UFOs: Startling Eyewitness Accounts from 1909 to the Present. Eagle Press. ISBN: 9781937174019
Zimmermann, Linda. (2013). In the Night Sky. Eagle Press. ISBN: 9781937174194
Online Movies:
Linda Zimmermann: Hudson Valley UFOs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCSDiK5M__Q
UFO Case Review: Hudson Valley Sightings, 1981–1995:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfevVrSDb-g
Unsolved Mysteries: Dennis Sant:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaGPvoLfY7g