The United States of America has a long and troubled history of self-harm, always carefully crafting a scapegoat to suffer the ensuing reprisals – invasions, wars, or brutal crackdowns. This undeniable trait arises from a constitutional ban on any president launching wars without congressional approval; the deceptions are never noticed by the crowds baying for revenge because these endless frame-ups are never investigated by the media.
The intelligentsia fall prey to these tricks even more than the ordinary man because, engrossed in their own specialties, they feel no need to question what is presented to them by journals they trust. As Richard Dawkins continues to do, to the end of his career Christopher Hitchens damned the shadowy Muslim youths who, armed with magical powers, managed to perform impossible aerobatics in commerical airliners, bring all of NORAD to a standstill, dematerialise an airliner (fuselage wings, engines, luggage, passengers and all) inside a hole the size of a garage door, and then by force of their own hatred of democracy, cause three enormous aircraft-proof cement and steel buildings to collapse like decks of cards, by striking two of them with airplanes.
Still seething about what was actually America’s high-tech assault on its own self, and whipping up a frenzy from their pulpits, the modern accusers of Islam are no different than the early 20th Century lynch mobs who desperately wanted a scapegoat to justify their fear and loathing of outsiders, inflicting grisly deaths on innocent youths only because they were black.
If you want to know more about the Pink Lady (above) standing directly beside the plume of smoke at the Boston Marathon, don’t waste your time searching the mainstream media. She will never be interviewed by Andersen Cooper: despite standing right on top of the smoke bomb, despite being the last to assist two of the dead before their tragic passing, despite helping the injured all afternoon, and then inexplicably ending up in a wheelchair herself before sauntering off home with her attentive male companion, as far as America’s media goes she never existed. Meantime for the sake of history, here follows a brief rundown of America’s alarming tendency to scar itself, then lash out at others:
War on Spain
In 1898 America declared war on Spain after the sinking of the USS Maine near Cuba. The use of film as hugely powerful propaganda began here, and meant the first movie theatres in America repeatedly showed the blazing vessel and the sailors’ funerals, justifying a “reluctant” proposal to secure the area with force. In fact the war had been long prepared for, in great detail – an obvious requirement but a detail lost on an American public furious for revenge.
Only in 1980 – nearly a hundred years later – was it admitted that the explosion had nothing at all to do with the Spanish. A complete confession was still avoided by blaming explosives stacked too closely in an engine room, but the result was the same – the entire Spanish fleet had been wiped out, and the US had gained bases to extend its maritime influence and launching pads towards South America, and in South East Asia. Despite the Spanish innocence, the US did not hand all this advantage back, along with an apology.
US Enters WW1
In 1915 the sinking of the Lusitania, killing 1280 people on board including 100 US citizens, launched US involvement in WW1. What later emerged was that the US had transmitted information to Germany to the effect that a special cargo of weapons was being transported to England under the guise of that civilian ship, leading inevitably to the charge of using passengers as human shields. Of course no weapons were present, but the outcome was the same.
Wars are not the cut and dried processes presented in the media. Historians have long known a banking cartel extended the first world war by three years simply to get around Germany’s bankruptcy; they declared the real danger lay in ending the war too soon, before strategic aims had been achieved. Unsurprisingly, one of the first acts after the war by western powers was to carve up the middle east, setting the scene for endless conflicts ever since.
On Oct 12, 1915, Edith Cavell, a British nurse andhead of a teaching hospital in Belgium, was shot by a German firing squad. Her death inflamed anti-German feeling in the US and caused enlistment in England to double.
She had helped some British POW’s escape. Normally her crime was punished by three months imprisonment. Why was she killed? Cavell had stumbled upon some damaging information. On April 15, 1915 The Nursing Mirror in London published her letter revealing the Allied commission charged with feeding Belgium was in fact channelling thousands of tons of supplies to Germany.
Sir William Wiseman, head of British Intelligence and a partner in the bankers Kuhn Loeb, demanded the Germans execute Cavell as a spy. Wiseman believed “the continuance of the war was at stake.” The Germans reluctantly agreed, thus creating “one of the principal martyrs of the First World War.” (The Secrets of the Federal Reserve, pp. 72-73)
This example of cooperation between belligerents was accomplished because Wiseman worked closely with the head of the US Federal Reserve, Paul Warburg . Warburg’s brother Max was Chief of German Intelligence and a close friend of Kaiser Wilhelm.
The problem in WW1 was that Germany and her allies did not have the resources to fight for more than a year. As Cavell’s discovery reveals, the banksters got around this by trading with the supposedly neutral Switzerland, Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Thus essential resources from England, the US and the British Empire reached Germany indirectly and fueled the conflict.
This is documented in “The Triumph of Unarmed Forces 1914-1918” (1923) by the British Naval Attaché in Scandinavia, one Admiral Consett, whose job was to monitor the movement of supplies necessary for the continuation of the conflict.
For example, Scandinavia was completely dependent on British coal. So the Swedish iron ore that became German submarines that sank Allied shipping reached Germany on vessels powered by British coal.
Germany needed glycerin (animal fat) for the manufacture of explosives. England had no trouble securing this substance because it controlled the seas. After the war began, the demand for these products from neutral countries “exploded.” The British continued to fill these orders. They could have restricted them.
The same applies to copper, zinc, nickel, tin, and many other essential products. Consett believes that had they been embargoed, the war would have been over by 1915.
The trade of tea, coffee and cocoa to neutral countries also increased dramatically but these products often weren’t available there. They all went to Germany for huge profit.
Consett’s protests fell on deaf ears. The Minister of Blockade was Robert Cecil, a member of the central banker “Round Table” cabal.
Similarly, the central bankers financed the German side through their Scandinavian banks to the tune of 45 million pound sterling.
US Enters WW2
In 1941, Pearl Harbour generated a wave of fury which propelled American involvement in WW2, something Prescott Bush had advised against because of his perception of Europe as an irrelevance which Hitler would soon overrun, even if Britain had American help. As the transmission codes had long ben cracked, the Japanese attack was known about in advance but the information was held back from the Hawaiian port.
Admiral Kimmell watched with horror the utter destruction of his ships and crew, later testifying:
“..we needed one thing, which our own resources could not make available to us. That vital need was the information available in Washington, and the intercepted dispatches, which told when and where Japan would strike. I did not get this information.”
American business interests were quick to take advantage. Prescott Bush’s bank provided lucrative financing, and as another example, IBM set up a German subsidiary to sell Hollerith machines to the Nazi regime. Without them it would have been impossible for Hitler to efficiently keep track of the millions of Jews, their relatives, and their property. An Auschwitz survivor visiting an IBM museum later saw a version of the same machine used to generate the number tattooed on his arm, and the story began to unravel.
Only after Jews were identified — a massive and complex task that Hitler wanted done immediately — could they be targeted for efficient asset confiscation, ghettoization, deportation, enslaved labor, and, ultimately, annihilation. It was a cross-tabulation and organizational challenge so monumental, it called for a computer. Of course, in the 1930s no computer existed.
But IBM’s Hollerith punch card technology did exist. Aided by the company’s custom-designed and constantly updated Hollerith systems, Hitler was able to automate his persecution of the Jews. Historians have always been amazed at the speed and accuracy with which the Nazis were able to identify and locate European Jewry.
IBM technology was used to organize nearly everything in Germany and then Nazi Europe, from the identification of the Jews in censuses, registrations, and ancestral tracing programs to the running of railroads and organizing of concentration camp slave labor.
IBM and its German subsidiary custom-designed complex solutions, one by one, anticipating the Reich’s needs. They did not merely sell the machines and walk away. Instead, IBM leased these machines for high fees and became the sole source of the billions of punch cards Hitler needed.
One of our century’s greatest minds, IBM founder Thomas Watson, co-operated with the Nazis for profit.
US Enters Vietnam
The carefully orchestrated 1964 Gulf of Tonkin scenes allowed President Johnson to gain congressional approval for waging war in Vietnam – something the recently assassinated Kennedy had become averse to – resulting in 60,000 Americans killed. Well-connected sons like Dick Cheney and George Bush of course avoided the draft in ingenious ways, since they, like Henry Kissinger, shared the same view of the soldier:
In front of Alexander Haig, newly appointed White House chief of staff, in 973 Kissinger referred to military men as “dumb, stupid animals to be used” as pawns for foreign policy.
“The Final Days” (Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein)
Figures suggest as many as 400,000 Vietnamese died from the carpet bombing or the after-effects caused by Agent Orange, a product which caused half a million Vietnamese children to be born deformed. Agent Orange was invented by Otto Ambros, a Nazi fiend snapped up by the US military after WW2 and put to work at DOW.
In Johnson’s late night speech on August 4, 1964 in which he falsely claimed that American forces had come under fire from North Vietnamese chips, he stressed that there was no desire for war:
“A close scrutiny of Johnson’s public statements…reveals no mention of preparations for overt warfare and no indication of the nature and extent of covert land and air measures that already were operational.”
Johnson’s statements were short to “minimize the U.S. role in the conflict; a clear inconsistency existed between Johnson’s actions and his public discourse.”
Cherwitz, Richard A. (1980). “Masking Inconsistency: The Tonkin Gulf Crisis”. Communication Quarterly 28 (2): 27–37
First War in Iraq
Public hysteria was again needed, and whipped up accordingly, for the first Iraq massacre. The tearful depiction of babies being thrown from incubators by invading Iraqis in Kuwait had the whole world in an uproar, but was later revealed to be a carefully tutored performance by a well-connected Kuwaiti royal.
Hill & Knowlton is estimated to have been given as much as $12 million by the Kuwaitis for their public relations campaign. They conducted a $1 million study to determine the best way to win support for strong action.. [and determined] the best strategy to influence public opinion was an emphasis on atrocities, particularly the incubator story.
..Andersen, Robin (2006). A century of media, a century of war. Peter Lang pp 170-172
“It’s not about oil, it’s about democracy,” claimed George Bush Sr to a public far more naiive than today – despite Kuwait not being a democracy at all, but a repressive regime in which women were second-rate citizens.
So disinterested was the Kuwaiti royal family in the fate of their homeleand that they flew immediately to London and sat out the entire conflict in Claridges.
War in Afghanistan, and Iraq
9/11 was simply one more such self-harming episode, necessarily dramatic and complex, but the crucial motivator for the oxymoronic “war on terror”. This never-ending conflict was designed to serve the arms business and the Pentagon: an ideal American war in which no winner could ever be defined, and which could be launched in any direction and towards any opponent, even against dissenters at home.
Careful preparations included Cheney searching for a VP and finding himself, Rumsfeld assigning himself in June 2001 as sole arbiter of shoot-down decisions by fighter intercepts (a role he handed back straight after the self-immolations), Silverstein gaining the lease to the asbestos-laden, loss-making ($27m per year) WTC and hastily insuring as many terror attacks as he could (3 were planned – WTC7 was all wired up and ready to explode, but the plane failed to make it, causing Silverstein to panic and blow it up anyway in a cloud of greed), Marvin Bush organising clearance for teams of demolition experts between 3-5 a.m. and Raytheon completing project Global Hawk, piloting an airliner by remote control across the Atlantic Giuliani was primed to abandon his fortress in WTC7 and trucks were apparently laden with gold bullion underground ready to pull out.
The morning prior, on a Monday – highly unusual for bad news, which is always buried as deep as possible on a Friday – Rumsfeld calls a press conference to announce that the Pentagon has stolen £2.3 trillion dollars, and that this “enemy at home” was “a matter of life and death”. As indeed it was, though this heist – the largest in all human history – was immediately forgotten in the carnage of the next morning, and even now is hardly known inside America. The news blackout in America is so severe that most of the country even now, engaged in a hunt for turbaned bogeymen, is blissfully unaware that Silverstein demolished a third building that afternoon, a 47 story concrete and steel heavily fortified skyscraper, which descended at freefall into dust when all its support columns blew apart at precisely the same instant.
L Paul Bremer had his script ready to go – basically a piece of paper saying “Bin LAden did it – invade Iraq and Afghanistan now” which L rushed to the TV stations to present long before anyone on Earth had the least idea what had gone wrong, and of course as many as six separate invasion and hijack drills were organised that very morning to drain intercepts and confuse the hell out of the FAA. Operations Northern Vigilance, Vigilant Warrior, Northern Guardian, etc were among the hijack scenarios which Bush’s government had never been able to imagine, covering screens with rogue blips all morning. How inconvenient.
In a well-publicised interview, filmmaker Aaron Russo related how Nick Rockefeller admitted in 2010 that a war on terror, soon to be announced in response to an upcoming event, would be an utter farce: “how can you have a war on terror? he laughed. How can you have a war in which you can never define a winner?”.
The vast cost to America – $2 trillion per year – shows how the Pentagon became drunk with power, disdaining those it needs most for support. The cost to the planet has been incalculable. Historians in the latter half of the 21st century will shake their heads in disbelief; because of the self-created fear of turbaned bogeymen America is now brutalising its own people via the NDAA, the TSA, the DHS, highly aggressive police tactics, and ever-increasing secrecy. Even growing your own vegetables is now classed as “terrorism”. Amidst the fast-rising public consciousness and social media, brutal crackdowns are essential to defend not the country itself, but the criminal gang at the helm.
The Boston Bombing
The Boston Bombing attracted waves of sympathy and outrage, but sharp-eyed observers soon noticed something badly amiss with the government story. In the first place, a Fox news reporter had this to say at the time, before any details were supplied by the FBI, after seeing aerial footage via its own helicopter (3:00 on the video):
“We do not see an enormous amount of structural damage at all. What we see is windows that were blown out, and people who were injured that came from behind those glass walls..”
“..we shouldn’t jump to conclusions.. for all we know there’s a kitchen in there and a gas line ruptured..”
No bomb on the street has ever caused large plate-glass windows to be exploded outwards, and just like on 9/11 some are left wondering whether to believe the newspapers or Isaac Newton. Later in the same video (8:37) the Fox reporter’s colleague Maria, standing directly beside the detonation, confirms the plume of smoke came from within the building:
“..exactly. I was right there. I turned around and you saw the plume of smoke from the middle of the building.”
Most curious was the behaviour of individuals – who never existed, remember – within the cluster directly in front of the LensCrafters storefront. One individual with clothes torn to shreds, yet without the slightest injury (or any blood on his left forearm) leaps up out of the smoke and tears off down the street:
Pantaloon Man sheepishly re-appears, theatrically drenched with a red fluid, though not favouring or protecting any wound, at the busy scene seemingly directed by the Pink Lady of Boston. Across from the hapless fellow a figure stands with arms outstetched in exasperation, as if to say “Dude, WTF?! You’re supposed to be out spreading fear and alarm, remember?”
Away from the green screens of dynamic hero Andersen Cooper’s carefully coiffed appearances, the Pink Lady has been the subject of speculation for good reason. Not only was she standing right on top of a highly suspicious plume of smoke but then, reaching into her pristine black bag draped over the fence before its disassembly by a random cowboy with an American flag, starts handing out packages left and right.
Though smoke is still billowing beside her smart blue suede shoes, she is never interviewed as a witness, nor does the media trouble itself to identify a woman who must know more than anybody else, having attended the only identifiable figure in these photos to have died on the scene, Krystle Campbell, possibly even being partly responsible for her death by tangling with an injured person, though we cannot be sure, as mainstream media has neglected to supply any details other than a page whereby the public can donate money:
Later she is spotted with an empty ziplock bag which she drops to the ground, after whch she turns around furtively. An eagle-eyed blogger found it in the maze of photos and blew it up: can we tie a plastic bag once filled with red fluid to the appearance of red fluid all over the streets?
Below, Kilgore is tearing at his own jeans – how does he know the explosions have ceased? How does anyone know? What is he doing with what looks like some kind of tube inside his jeans, at which three other bystanders are looking expectantly? What do they expect to happen next?
Kilgore later claimed to have been trying to shred his denims for a tourniquet. Of course, it would have been much quicker to tear off his shirt. But note that he presents the strip which hardens beyond his two-handed grasp, indicating a solid object or perhaps a plastic one filled with fluid. All eyes are focused not on his hands, on whether he will produce a tourniquet, but lower down. About this time, Jeff Bauman and the Black Lady are seen making open palmed gestures towards the large lady in the brown top. We also see a woman in the picture below making a hand gesture as if to indicate a completed process.
If she were signalling for help – something you might expect in the circumstances – she has seven passersby including Rasputin less than eleven inches to her left. You must draw your own conclusions because the media is not interested in investigating the strangest tragedy since 9/11, another occasion all rules of physics and common sense were also suspended, and we were asked to believe the government line and nothing else.
If you can’t believe your eyes, and think pouring fluid from tubing hidden in jeans is a little far fetched, perhaps you need to think again. The tube shown below isn’t the kind of thing you’d want strapped to a sensitive area without a good reason:
Other observers point out that severing an artery in your leg would give you about five minutes to live; if cut by shrapnel, the ragged and uneven wound would not be easily stopped. Severing both legs at once would bring death in two or three minutes at the most.
How strange then that the apparently uninjured black lady next to Jeff Bauman was not given a lollipop but strapped to a stretcher by medics, while Jeff had to wait until the fence was dismantled and then – astoundingly – sat upright in a wheelchair and pushed the length of Boylston street (without leaving even one drop of blood on the street – check the endless photos for yourself!) not by a medic – though his injuries were the most severe by far – but by a cowboy, a random stranger who had already spent ten minutes taking down a picket fence (still fully upright in this picture below) as if visibility were more important than getting Jeff the hell away from there.
When Hollywood producer Nathan Folks saw the Boston episode unravel on TV, he knew something was wrong – after all, he knew the cowboy Carlos Arredondo personally, having just worked with him on a political film. His interview explains why, to a professional filmmaker, it was obvious the Boston Marathon bombing was pure Hollywood. Nothing more.
Maybe Hoodie Man, who leans over Jeff for some reason (while taking the time to put his sunglasses on) can assist with the enquiry? Jeff’s severed arteries are pointed straight at both him and Black Lady, yet both these people are completely dry. By now Jeff should have pumped at least two litres of highly staining dark red fluid their way. Hoodie Man is later seen lounging on his side, bone dry, face obscured, calmly watching the surrounding activity.
Our Pink Lady of Boston has had enough time to root through her bag and take some essentials out and is leaning down to get to work; two TV cameramen are standing about in the road about six metres behind the large lady in the brown top, and patiently waiting for her to move aside so they can begin filming. Somehow they show no impatience; they know the drill. Most comical of all, a blonde shows up late hunting for a space, and is ushered out. She returns and talks them into letting her be a victim!
(Captions by unidentified blogger – apologies for grammatical error:)
Once you realise a single aspect is faked, with many characters clearly in on the deception, of course you refuse to believe the rest. Police seem over-anxious to keep helpful outsiders away. In the photo below, three men dressed as officers are keeping some helpful people away. Why, when all help offered must be useful?
Below, while a man bleeds to death to their left, seven people form a wall preventing outsiders from filming or participating in the rescue. Included in this group are at least two medical personnel! And yet many individuals appear in almost every photo: a large lady in a brown sweatshit runs from place to place and is even called back by another lady to a patch outside Sugar Heaven. She is clearly a supervisor.
In this photo one officer runs to intercept a curious group, while behind him a second officer pushes away someone else. There are more officers pushing people away than there are officers helping the injured!
In the photo above in which the late blonde is refused a place to be a victim, other police are going crazy at the arrival of a man who clearly wants to help. This would be a serious problem, as there is nothing whatever for him to do. One restrains him, while two more seem to be leaping forwards in panic. A fourth to the left is alert and ready to change direction if need be. The man in the red shirt and glases, clearly a director of some sort, is refusing the blonde and perhaps intercepting the helpful outsider as well.
It is curious how outsiders are so ruthlessly kept away, while non-medical and completely random-looking people wander freely inside the closely guarded area. Above, Carlos, the cowboy hat guy, has dismantled the fence, and is wandering about aimlessly while Jeff bleeds to death on the street. Why isn’t Jeff the first one out, immediately, and to Hell with the fence, to hell with outsiders? Get him out, out, out! Nothing makes any sense at all.
The Pink Lady eventually runs out of things to do and strikes up a conversation with a fellow citizen, while others seem to be bleeding to death directly under her feet, and smoke continues to pour out of the spot on which she was standing minutes ago:
How, then, to explain the finishing touch: her dramatic re-appearance as a blood-spattered invalid, screaming in pain, trousers rent asunder, being raced along in a wheelchair as if her life depended on it?
These characters never appear in interviews as vital on-the-scene witnesses to America’s most dramatic tragedy in more than a decade. Their names remain unknown, hospitals have no details of their injuries, and the FBI do not want their testimony despite their being at ground zero from start to finish. They simply vanish from the media; having seared an indelible image across the national consciousness, their role is complete.
It does not surprise anyone that both patsies were already well known to the FBI, but to disguise this their photos were presented to the public as if unknowns. At a press conference it was announced that all rival theories were to be discounted. Why? Maybe Our Pink Lady of Boston knows?
Massive SWAT teams descend, forcing residents out of houses at gupoint, to track down two bewildered youths with apparently no escape plan in mind. One is killed in custody after being run over by a police SUV; the other is found hiding in a boat from which he descends under his own power. Moments later he lies on the ground wounded in a neck brace, with a tracheotomy leaking blood everywhere (as a teenager I was given one unexpectedly and lived with it for six weeks, so I can assure you how painful and distressing they are) and surgeons later remove his voicebox: this is one patsy who will never see daylight again.
What is the evidence? We are never told. Why was a bomb-explosion drill announced moments before the first blast? Nobody will say. Why was Craft, an army of mercenaries whose motto is “Violence Does Solve Problems”, hired to police the Marathon? A journalist asks everyone involved, over a period of weeks, and never gets an answer. Instead, he is shuttled from the organisers to the police, and back to the organisers, and then to the FBI, and then to someone in the government, and then back to the organisers. For a furious public raised on Disney and Tom Cruise, it is plenty enough to hear that the villains are Chechens. And so without a shred of evidence, without an interview, without a trial, without any kind of logical process, two young men are almost hacked to death without any explanation. It is lynching time again, and in their hatred of outsiders a bloodthirsty public are unable to grasp the injustice. Meantime, Rasputin, Pantaloon Man and the Pink Lady have melted into the crowds, and nobody is the least bothered.
The military invasion of suburbia is followed by the killing this week of another Chechen who merely had a phone call with the older Tsarniev brother months back. He and a friend were interviewed, after having been followed repeatedly:
“The FBI took me and my friend, (Ibragim Todashev). They were talking to us, both of us, right? And they said they need him for a little more, for a couple more hours, and I left, and they told me they’re going to bring him back. They never brought him back,” Taramiv said.
“He felt inside he was going to get shot,” Taramiv said about Todashev. “I told him, ‘Everything is going to be fine, don’t worry about it.'”
“He said, ‘I have a really bad feeling.'”
Vladimir Putin, surely no stranger to national self-harming events, sent his condolences to Obama directly afterwards, setting the scene perhaps for joint action against Chechnya. It will be no surprise if the media now present outrages committed in Chechnya, to further orient the public towards the idea of more war.
All this reminds me of the statement of a Russian officer who accompanied a contingent of his men to Grozny in their seemingly endless occupation:
“It’s easy for a person to get away with almost everything,” he says. “You take this wretched Chechen down into a basement or a cellar under the guise of checking his documents in a quiet place. And then you just knock him off the way you want.”
By chance, Chechnya sits on reserves of a highly accessible and exceptionally pure substance which might be of interest to America: oil.