The Individual Versus The Planned Society

At the outbreak of World War II, the Council on Foreign Relations began making plans for the post-war world.

The question it posed was this: Could America exist as a self-sufficient nation, or would it have to go outside its borders for vital resources?

Predictably, the answer was: imperial empire.

The United States would not only need to obtain natural resources abroad, it would have to embark on endless conquest to assure continued access.

The CFR, of course, wasn’t just some think tank. It was connected to the highest levels of U.S. government, through the State Department. A front for Rockefeller interests, it actually stood above the government.

Behind all its machinations was the presumption that planned societies were the future of the planet — not open societies.

Through wars, clandestine operations, legislation, treaties, manipulation of nations’ debt, and control of banks and money supplies, countries could be turned into “managed units.”

Increasingly, the populations of countries would be regulated and directed and held in thrall to the state.

And the individual? He would go the way of other extinct species.

For several decades, the pseudo-discipline called “social science” had been turning out reams of studies and reports on tribes, societal groupings and so-called classes of people.

Deeply embedded in the social sciences were psychological warfare specialists who, after World War II, emerged with a new academic status and new field of study: mass communications.

Their objective? The broadcasting of messages that would, in accordance with political goals, provoke hostility or pacified acceptance in the masses — hostility in support of new wars and acceptance of greater domestic government control.

Nowhere in these formulas was the individual protected. He was considered a wild card, a loose cannon; and he needed to be demeaned, made an outsider and characterized as a criminal who opposed the needs of the collective.

As the years and decades passed, this notion of the collective and its requirements, in a “humane civilization,” expanded. Never mind that out of view, the rich were getting richer and poor were getting poorer. That fact was downplayed, and the cover story — “share and care” — took center stage.

On every level of society, people were urged to think of themselves as part of a greater group. The individual and his hopes, his unique dreams, his desires and energies, his determination and willpower were all portrayed as relics of an unworkable and deluded past.

In many cases, lone pioneers who were innovating in directions that could, in fact, benefit all of humanity, were absorbed into the one body of the collective, heralded as humane and then dumped on the side of the road with their inventions.

Their breakthroughs could upset favored monopolies and actually elevate the lives of people. Therefore, men like Nikola Tesla and Buckminster Fuller had to be buried.

In other cases, there was very little praise before burial: Wilhelm Reich, Dr. William Frederick Koch, Royal Rife.

In the planned society, no one rises above the mass, except those men who run, operate and propagandize the mass.

In order to affect the illusion of individual success, as a kind of safety valve for the yearnings of millions of people, the cult of celebrity emerged. But even there, extraordinary tales of rise and then precipitous fall, glory and then humiliation, were and are presented as cautionary melodramas.

The onrush of technocracy gears its wild promises to genetic manipulation, brain-machine interfaces, and other automatic downloads assuring “greater life.” No effort required. Plug in, and ascend to new heights.

If the individual has any place in this future, it is: working at a job, keeping his or her head down, supporting the family, gradually wearing down, and dying. In more and more cases, the job is within, or attached to, government.

Freedom? Independence? Old flickering dreams vicariously viewed on a screen.

Individual greatness, imagination, creative power? A sunken galleon loaded with treasure that, upon closer investigation, was never there to begin with.

The plan is all that is important. The plan involves universal surveillance, in order to map the lives of billions of people, move by move. In order to design systems of control within which those billions live, day to day.

But the worst outcome of all is: The individual cannot even conceive of his own life and future in large terms. The individual responds to tighter and control with a shrug, as if to say, “What difference does it make?”

He has bought the collectivist package. His own uniqueness and inner resources are submerged under layers of passive acceptance of the consensus.

And make no mistake about it, this consensus reality, for all its exaltation of the group, is not heraldic in any sense. The propagandized veneer covers a cynical exploitation of every man, woman and child.

Strapped by amnesia about his own freedom and what it can truly mean, the individual opts for a place in the collective gloom. He may grumble and complain, but he fits in.

He can’t remember another possibility.

Every enterprise in which he finds himself turns out to be a pale copy of the real thing.

This is why I have been so critical of the recent ballot initiatives urging labeling of genetically modified food. The group, in this case, is the mass of consumers, people who buy. This is the apotheosis of a movement against a titan, a monster, Monsanto. “Know what you buy, know what you eat, and we will triumph over evil.”

The prospect of victory on these terms is, in the long run, non-existent. Why? Because the deep energies and power and desire for freedom remain untapped.

Based on supposed knowledge of what works in the political arena, the men who have been dictating the terms of the “good message” are shortchanging this opportunity.

As businessmen, they are tuned to the marketplace. But that is not where this struggle really lives. It lives in the hidden places of every repressed individual who wants out, who wants to come back to himself, who wants to stride out on a stage and take the battle to the enemy.

And these failed political campaigns are an example of what millions of people in this country want on a much broader level.

They want freedom and power again. They want to feel alive. They want to feel they’re fighting and winning in the true space where the heart and soul of the struggle can be experienced in the deepest way, where their own amnesia shatters and they remember who they are and they see what evil is trying to accomplish, in order to keep them in a trance.

When a political campaign taps into that, it will have legs. It will have legs and wings, it will mean something about victory in this stolen nation.

And it will mean that the extinct individual returns.

–Jon Rappoport

Turning Mass Shootings Into A Police State And Other Games

Now that everybody knows (cough, cough) the Los Angeles International Airport shooter was “anti-government,” it follows as night from day that a) he must have developed his political views from conspiracy websites and b) those sites are culpable, right?

Is J.D. Salinger dead enough yet? Can we prosecute his corpse because Mark David Chapman read his dreary novel Catcher in the Rye and then killed John Lennon?

How about all those young men who found “the good pages” in an embargoed copy of Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer and then left home and family, or the later generation of boys who imbibed Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and joined the Beat Generation? Surely some able lawyer can mount a class-action suit against the estates of those two dead authors.

Any day now, I’m expecting the White House to announce the formation of a new cabinet post: the Inflammatory Rhetoric Department.

Hiring: analysts, evaluation experts and SWAT teams trained for home and workplace invasions.

“What are you contemplating, Mr. Smith? Where did you get your information?”

Mass communication psychologists (aka psyop specialists) are working overtime to forge connections between accused criminals and their prior “influences.”

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No longer is it enough to say, “The criminal made his own choices. He did what he did. He’s responsible.”

That went out when the state began taking seriously psychiatrists’ testimony in court.

But recently, things have gotten far more intense. So-called anti-government statements, wherever they are found, are taken to be assaults on Mommy and Daddy.

“How could anyone think the government is bad? It’s absurd. Government Daddy works all day at the office to help us, and at night he comes home and pats us on the head and government Mommy gives us hot chocolate…”

And therefore (against any semblance of logic), if a criminal makes statements against the government, that government and its allied stooges must track down where these ideas came from and pin the blame there, at the source, where it belongs.

“No, the shooter would never have turned into the shooter had he not read volatile statements on website X. Once he did, he was hooked. His mind was transformed into receptive mush. He was helpless. He picked up a gun and walked into the mall and opened fire.”

The “new analysis” stems from the notion that humans are nothing more than reflex biological machines.

So in the spirit of contributing to this new field of inquiry, I have a couple of choices of my own that need serious investigating.

First, remember a little outfit called Project for the New American Century? Coming to power after 9/11, its highly influential chiefs lobbied hard for an invasion of Iraq. Talk about inflammatory rhetoric.

Add up the subsequent planes with bombs, the missiles, the soldiers with tanks, the deaths on both sides. Now that was a mass shooting, in full view of the American public.

And if you want to wander back much further into that hated territory called history, you’ll come upon another wild-eyed bunch called the Council on Foreign Relations.

In the early days of World War II, they were already making plans for the post-war peace. They designated a committee to determine whether the United States could survive as an isolated entity or whether it needed to go out beyond its borders for vital resources.

The CFR naturally concluded the latter and, doubling down, decided that the United States should install, through force and clandestine operations, a Pax Americanus covering the whole globe. Imperial empire.

Those CFR boys knew how to inflame. And they had marvelous connections at the State Department, which, in turn, had a clear pipeline to Franklin Roosevelt, the President.

As a matter of fact, right now somebody should be investigating what the White House is reading. Because with all those drone strikes and with all this nonstop surveillance, it’s obvious they’re on some pretty nasty websites.

One more, while I’m at it: I want to know which conspiracy website the U.S. Supreme Court is wrapped up in. Because its decision to allow a corporation or labor union to spend big money to advocate for or against a political candidate… well, those Justices are obviously being driven crazy by some master conspiracists.

Meanwhile, what about the millions of people who absorb their knowledge from The New York Times, plus the three clowns anchoring the evening network news? That insane and monstrous influence should be investigated immediately, because the victims are dying, drip by drip, from terminal brain damage.

Whenever Brian Williams, Scott Pelley, and Dianne (“don’t cry for me, America”) Sawyer speak, neurons are irretrievably lost.

Here are a few more treasonous anti-government people who should be investigated, in absentia:

“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost immediately he comes to the conclusion that government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable…” (HL Mencken, 1919)

“Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.” (Mark Twain, 1881)

“Society in every state is a blessing, but government even in its best state is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one.” (Thomas Paine, 1776)

Where are these men? We must curtail their operations. What websites are they running? Who might they influence to pick up a gun and commit a crime? We must locate these three men and get them to a psychiatrist, so they can be diagnosed with the correct mental disorders and treated with the appropriate drugs.

–Jon Rappoport

How Many Lies Can The White House Tell Before The Walls Collapse?

President Barack Obama has no one to blame but himself.

He was the one who campaigned in 2008 on hope and change. He was the one who deployed high-flying rhetoric to promise a new day in Washington politics.

He was the one who said he was going elevate the level of discourse and make government transparent. He positioned himself as a new kind of leader. He was the one who turned his candidacy into a religious experience.

He was the one who convinced voters he stood above the fray, as a man and as a symbol. And on that basis, they boarded his train and rode it all the way.

He was the one who, inheriting a desperate economy, made his signature move upon gaining office: Obamacare.

Not jobs. Not prosecutions of corporate and banking criminals.

He made devastating choices for all Americans.

He was and is the one who has presided over a sinking economic ship.

Given his proclivity for big and bigger government, he could have launched a serious public program, one which really put people back to work, repairing the infrastructure of the Nation. But even this was beyond him.

And getting out of the way and letting Americans expand their small businesses and supporting them with the same intensity of rhetoric he used to win his election? Out of the question. Not in the playbook. Not for a second.

His big play out of the gate, Obamacare, shocked his closest advisers. They assumed jobs would be his No. 1 priority. They were dead wrong.

And what about “post-racial” America? That was not only a dud; it was a disaster. Division and polarization are the order of the day.

How about dependence and government as the solver of all problems, as the beneficent giver? How has that worked out? How can it possibly work out? America is going to become one big Sweden? Really?

It’s one thing for a Clinton or a Bush to lie and skate and divert and play the usual horrific games. But Obama set himself up as a man who was fundamentally different. That was his ace. That was how he won the Presidency. That was what people bought into.

So he falls further, even as his media supporters keep launching blizzards of lies to prop him up.

Many of his loyal followers believe “powerful forces” have fenced in Obama and sabotaged his efforts to work positive transformations. If so, then as a transcendent figure, he should step forward and use his oratorical powers to expose the criminal enterprise that surrounds the Presidency. He should speak directly to the American people and lay it on the line.

Or else he confesses that he is, in fact, another Clinton, another Bush.

The public loves fairy tales and myths, but considering the shape this country is in, that fascination is wearing very thin. It isn’t going to sustain the next three years of Obama in the White House.

Ninety million people are out of the workforce. Fifty million are on food stamps. Recovery? Is the President really going to keep pushing that narrative?

Admitting the truth might, as a long shot, create a platform from which Obama could launch a real campaign to restore jobs. But faking the unemployment crisis has been his chosen path.

The government Obamacare website is a shambles. It doesn’t appear that a simple fix is possible, which means chaos will continue for many months, perhaps longer. Private insurance companies are canceling hundreds of thousands of policies.

The past seven years of American political life have added up to a disaster. Blaming it all on Congressional gridlock, on delaying the ability of the White House to invent trillions more dollars in debt at the drop of a hat, isn’t working.

So many actions and omissions of madness… it leaves us with the reasonable conclusion that Obama’s Presidency was designed from the outset to flame out and fail.

And the principal target was the economy.

The President, fresh off an election victory in 2008 and in that glow, could have used his monumental leverage to put people back to work. He could have hammered on it day and night. He could have rallied support and energized the country.

But now, what do we have? Welfare America to the nth degree — beyond what anyone thought was possible. And media traitors are backing it.

For decades, for more than a hundred years, power has been in the wrong place.

It belongs with you and with me.

–Jon Rappoport

The Devastating Truth Behind Obamacare

I want my Obamacare! I want my Obamacare!

It’s vital to look at the real meaning of this sinister plan. It’s all about the toxic effects of mainstream medicine. That’s what the sold-out press is refusing to examine.

A year ago, I discussed the case of a young Michigan boy whose parents had been taken to court three times to force them to submit their child to intensely toxic chemotherapy treatments, despite these facts:

  • The boy’s latest scans revealed no sign of cancer.
  • The drugs that would be forced on him can cause cancer.
  • The drugs have not been approved to treat children.

And I warned: This is what waits for you and your children, up the line.

The “share and care” humanitarian mask will be peeled away. The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services will create, as ordered, a complete list of approved treatments for every disease label under the sun. And everyone in the insurance plan will be forced to take what the doctor tells him to take.

For a bonus, unapproved treatments will be banned. People and practitioners who try to use alternative treatments will find themselves in trouble.

This is the hidden agenda of Obamacare. This is what it will morph into in the future.

I’m not dreaming or fantasizing. I’ve been following and reporting on the medical cartel for 30 years, and I know the mindset of these people, these doctors, these bureaucrats, these pharmaceutical string-pullers behind the scenes. Obamacare is right up their alley. It’s about control, so it’s an answer to their prayers.

So what do we know about their mainstream medicine, the hospital-based drug-addled modern version?

On July 26, 2000, the Journal of the American Medical Association published a landmark paper by Dr. Barbara Starfield: “Is US health really the best in the world?” In it, Starfield revealed what many people inside the medical establishment already knew: Every year, like clockwork, the medical system was killing huge numbers of people.

Each year in the U.S., as Starfield reported, there are:

  • 12,000 deaths from unnecessary surgeries.
  • 7,000 deaths from medication errors in hospitals.
  • 20,000 deaths from other errors in hospitals.
  • 80,000 deaths from infections acquired in hospitals.
  • 106,000 deaths from Food and Drug Administration-approved correctly prescribed medicines.

The total number of medically caused deaths in the U.S. every year is 225,000 (a conservative estimate).

This makes the medical system the third leading cause of death in America, behind heart disease and cancer.

In the wake of Starfield’s devastating report, other facts came to light: 2.1 million people in America, every year, are hospitalized as a result of reactions to FDA-approved medicines. Annually, 36 million serious adverse reactions to those drugs occur.

So inclusive health coverage for many more Americans under the Obama plan means these horrendous figures will rise.

This is the dirty secret.

Obama and his allies are promoting a medical system that is the third leading cause of death in America. It’s that stark, and it’s that simple.

The Obama plan involves appointing an “expert panel” to decide what treatments Americans should be given for what diseases, under the new regime.

Only a certified idiot would assume that, over time, alternative non-mainstream therapies would survive such an ongoing vetting. Hope may spring eternal, but common sense makes it easy to grasp the realities on the ground.

In the long run, alternative therapies will be edged out. Those that remain will be permitted for a narrow range of conditions, or as adjuncts to standard drug treatments and surgery.

Chiropractors and acupuncturists, who are temporarily basking in the notion that Obama “really cares,” are in for a very rude awakening. Their careers and practices will be significantly reduced. Not today and not tomorrow, but it will happen.

Doctors, under the plan, will be telling patients they may not take nutritional supplements while in treatment. This will assume the status of an irreversible edict. In many cases, “while in treatment” will mean years.

What happens to a person, conscripted into the mandated Insurance plan, who is told by his doctor that he should/must receive a vaccine? Suppose this person says no? What are the consequences? Will he then be labeled a defector? What penalties will he suffer?

Does a diagnosis of cancer imply a patient must submit to chemotherapy, radiation and surgery? Can these treatments be forced upon him?

Perhaps, in the early days of the plan, nothing untoward will happen. But then, as time passes and the system assumes tighter and tighter controls, the hand of government will close around the recalcitrant patient’s neck.

“Take this vaccine. Take this chemo drug. If you don’t, you’re in violation of the rules.”

Doctors, who are an integral part of the plan, will surely be punished if they give unapproved (alternative) treatments to patients.

And in order to make the plan operate on a day-to-day basis, the records and bookkeeping data of every healthcare practitioner in America will eventually be tracked on government computer networks.

Every person in America will have a traceable and trackable medical ID package. Government-issued. There is no way around it.  The monitoring apparatus can’t work without it.

Orwellian consequences lie up the road in the field of psychiatric practice. In case you hadn’t noticed, the invention of “disorders” by committee is the preferred method for “discovering” more and more mental illnesses.

Yet, the science is completely fraudulent. For evidence, consult the many works of psychiatrist Peter Breggin, who has done more than any other person to expose the guts of his own profession. Breggin establishes that mental disorders are not authoritatively diagnosed by a chemical or biological test. Conclusive tests do not exist. And, worse, in this undefined and arbitrary territory, the drugs that follow diagnoses are killers: for example, 300,000 cases of motor brain damage, as a result of the administration of major tranquilizers.

Under the Obama plan, you can bet your bottom dollar that psychiatric care will eventually become mandatory. A patient suddenly diagnosed with clinical depression or bipolar disorder will be told he must take the drugs — and suffer their adverse effects.

Very young children will be given more and more debilitating and dangerous brain drugs.

Under the Obama plan, it will be very convenient to declare new pandemics every few seasons, because these phony non-epidemics provide an opportunity to herd the sheep into clinics and remind them who is running the show. Go here, take this vaccine; go there, take that drug; the epidemic is endangering the herd, and you must help your brothers and sisters.

These are the figures on the past several “epidemics.” They are not yearly; they are grand totals, to date; global totals, except in the case of West Nile (U.S. only):

  • SARS: 774 deaths.
  • West Nile: 1159 deaths.
  • Bird flu: 262 deaths.
  • Smallpox (terrorist threat): 0 deaths.
  • Swine flu: 18,500 deaths.

To give perspective, globally, 250,000 to 500,000 people die of ordinary flu-like illness every year. Yet this higher death rate accrues no interest as an epidemic. It is only the “teaching (brainwashing) moments” of the phony epidemics that are promoted by health agencies (e.g., the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the World Health Organization) and their pharmaceutical allies, who rake in billions of dollars by manufacturing new vaccines.

Yes, under the Obama plan, there will be more declared health emergencies; and they will serve to cement the citizen to his new role as eternal patient in the medical march along bleak streets of the future.

Can you perceive the loss of individual freedom implicit in this universal system of health control?

The widespread (and false) assumption is that more medical care for more people is a good thing. That’s what the politicians and the press tell us. That’s what the medical bureaucrats and the drug companies tell us. This is the central piece of brainwashing.

It’s a bald-faced lie. It’s a death-dealing lie.

And now the American people are saddled with it.

Unless the current rebellion against Obamacare expands all over the country.

–Jon Rappoport

MKULTRA? Patsy? Aaron Alexis’ Portrait: Painted For Gun Control

Mentally unstable man in the military gains legal access to gun, goes on rampage. That’s the portrait.

Heavily promoted details: “Should never have been allowed to buy a gun, but prior red-flag arrests weren’t prosecuted. Slipped through the cracks. Heard voices, claimed he was being assaulted with microwaves that prevented him from sleeping. Obvious nut job. But still, he was able to buy a gun.”

Bottom line: Do whatever is necessary to grab guns from private citizens. Tighten laws. Step up psychiatric interventions across the land, to prevent shootings before they occur.

Perfect. You couldn’t have scripted a better sales campaign for gun control.

Therefore, one can legitimately ask: Did somebody script the word-picture of Alexis for that very purpose?

Until official sources retracted the claim that Aaron Alexis had an AR-15 at the Navy Yard, it was: James Holmes (Aurora), Adam Lanza (Sandy Hook) and Alexis all supposedly firing the semi-auto weapon. Bottom line: “Stop selling the AR-15 and any other semi-auto.”

When it comes to characterizing Alexis as mentally unstable, you need to ask yourself this: If someone were, in fact, deploying available technology to produce the sounds of voices talking to you and hitting you with microwaves to keep you awake night after night, what could you do to make people believe that story?

I’ll tell you what: nothing. You’d be sunk.

Let’s assume Alexis was already somewhat unstable. That would make him a better candidate for harassment.

At that point, there would be two ways to go, if you wanted to engineer a mass shooting. Make Alexis an innocent patsy. Or actually turn him into a Manchurian candidate, an MKULTRA subject who would kill.

If your objective is gun control, you’d achieve your aim either way.

And here is the bonus: In the wake of the Navy Yard shooting, you could institute more psychiatric control of the citizenry, which means (when you strip away the baloney) more fake mental-disorder diagnoses and more drugs that cause violent behavior, including suicide and homicide.

Afterwards, you can make an even better case for universal gun banning, because people on those drugs would be committing murders from coast to coast in greater numbers.

Of course, when television viewers pray at the altar of the major news networks, they would never entertain, for a moment, what I’m suggesting here. Why not? Because, as consumers, they’ve allowed themselves to be conditioned, for many years, by the kinds of tales these media outlets tell. If well-known “journalists” don’t speak of “patsy” or “mind control,” there’s nothing to know about.

Meanwhile…

Patsy at the scene? How would that work? Several possibilities. Alexis is there, but another shooter is doing the killing. He kills Alexis, who becomes the focus of the story, the “shooter.” A shotgun and AR-15 are placed near his body.

The problem to overcome: witness statements.

So far, I find two witnesses, Terry Durham and Todd Brundige, executive assistants in Building 197, who claim they saw “the shooter” down a long hallway fire a gun at them.

In their television interview, which you can find at YouTube (BBC, other outlets), they claim they couldn’t see the shooter’s face. However, The Washington Times reports Durham saying, “I could see his face.” That’s quite odd, when we have her on camera saying the reverse.

Other news outlets use headlines to suggest these two witnesses did see (“confronted,” “came face-to-face with”) the killer’s face, but the body of text finally confesses this is not the case, despite some slippery language (“came around a corner and saw the killer”).

Obviously, media outlets are trying to make more out of less.

It seems somewhat curious that we don’t have many witnesses who are specifically making positive IDs of Alexis killing people in the building. For example, in the Aurora, Colo., theater shooting, a number of witnesses say they saw the shooter. Of course, he was masked.

Well, what about police statements? We’re told cops killed Alexis in a shootout. How many cops? Unknown. Five, 10, one? I find one report of a canine cop (unnamed) who traded shots with “a gunman” and was seriously wounded in both legs. He was in surgery at the time of the report, and was expected to undergo a number of operations, in an attempt to save his legs.

Perhaps there are other witness statements out there which positively ID Alexis as the shooter. I have not found them.

Turning Alexis into an MKULTRA Manchurian candidate, who would, as a result of mind control, go into the building and kill people is an entirely different matter.

In that case, the microwave harassment and the broadcast voices would serve as a softening-up process. But much more would have to be done.

(I should note here that when Alexis reported the voices and the microwave harassment to the Rhode Island police, he refused to say what the voices were telling him. If his basic story is true, perhaps he was receiving commands and instructions, although, in my opinion, such commands — “kill,” “attack,” etc. — would be insufficient to program him specifically.)

Although there are patents one could search to try to learn about modern mind-control technology and statements from people who were past victims of mind control, many blank areas remain. This is because the experiments are secret.

Here is a bit of background on MKULTRA secrecy.

Back in the early 1990s, I interviewed John Marks, author of The Search for the Manchurian Candidate (1979). This was the book that exposed the existence of the CIA MKULTRA program.

Marks related the following to me. He had filed many Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests to the CIA for documents relating to its mind-control program. He got nothing back.

Finally, as if to play a joke on him, someone at the CIA sent him 10 boxes of financial and accounting records. The attitude was, “Here, see what you can do with this.”

I’ve seen some of those records. They’re very boring reading.

But Marks went through them; and, lo and behold, he found he could piece together MKULTRA projects, based on the funding data.

Eventually, he assembled enough information to begin naming names. He conducted interviews. The shape of MKULTRA swam into view. And so he wrote his book, The Search for the Manchurian Candidate.

He told me that three important books had been written about MKULTRA and that they all, in a sense, stemmed from those 10 boxes of CIA financial records. There was his own book, Operation Mind Control by Walter Bowart and The Mind Manipulators by Alan Scheflin and Edward Opton.

Marks continued to press the CIA for more MKULTRA information. He explained to me what then happened. A CIA official told him the following: In 1962, after 10 years of mind-control experiments, the whole MKULTRA program had been shifted over to another internal CIA department, the Office of Research and Development (ORD).

The ORD had 100 boxes of information on the MKULTRA work; and there was no way under the sun, Marks was told, that he was ever going to get his hands on any of it. It was over. It didn’t matter how many FOIA requests Marks filed. He was done. The door was shut. Goodbye.

The CIA had gone darker than it ever had before. No leaks of any kind would be permitted.

In case there is any doubt about it, the idea of relying on the CIA to admit what it has done in the mind-control area, what it is doing and what it will do should be put to bed by Marks’ statements. The CIA always has been, and will continue to be, a rogue agency beyond the reach of the law.

To give you just a hint about how far the CIA, the U.S. military and its allied academics will go in MKULTRA “research,” here are two brief excerpts from a piece I wrote in 1995 about human experiments. My information was based on the three key books I mentioned above, as well as Martin Lee’s classic, Acid Dreams:

Dr. Robert Heath of Tulane University, as early as 1955, working for the Army, gave patients LSD while he had electrodes implanted deep inside their brains.

In the mid-1950’s, Paul Hoch, M.D., a man who would become Commissioner of Mental Hygiene for the State of New York, then a laborer in the field for the CIA, gave a “pseudoneurotic schizophrenic” patient mescaline. The patient had a not-unfamiliar heaven-and-hell journey on the compound. But Hoch followed this up with a transorbital leucotomy [aka lobotomy]… Hoch also gave a patient LSD, and a local anesthetic, and then proceeded to remove pieces of his cerebral cortex, asking at various moments whether the patient’s perceptions were changing.

Because “more psychiatric treatment” is a prime agenda, pushed after every one of these mass shootings, people need to understand how the history of mind control and psychiatry are interwoven, and how the madmen and murderers within these “professions” are content to use torture in the name of science.

From a NaturalNews article by Dr. Peter Breggin (“Never again! The real history of psychiatry”), we get insight into one aspect of that history:

[Before World War II in America], organized psychiatry had been sterilizing tens of thousands of Americans. For a time in California, you couldn’t be discharged from a state [mental] hospital unless you were sterilized. In Virginia the retarded were targeted. American advocates of sterilization went to Berlin to help the Nazis plan their sterilization program. These Americans reassured the Germans that they would meet no opposition from America in sterilizing their mentally and physically “unfit” citizens.

While the murder of mental patients was going full swing in Germany, knowledgeable American psychiatrists and neurologists didn’t want to be left out. In 1942, the American Psychiatric Association held a debate about whether to sterilize or to murder low IQ “retarded” children when they reached the age of five. Those were the only two alternatives in the debate: sterilization or death.

After the debate, the official journal of the American Psychiatric Association published an editorial in which it chose sides in favor of murder (“Euthanasia” in the American Journal of Psychiatry, 1942, volume 99, pp. 141-143). It said psychiatrists would have to muster their psychological skills to keep parents from feeling guilty about agreeing to have their children killed.

Breggin, in his books, including Toxic Psychiatry and Medication Madness, demonstrates that this “healing profession” is still tilling the same soil. Because of its reach with toxic drugs, it’s more dangerous and deadly than ever. Only its PR has improved.

I obviously can’t prove or conclude that Alexis was MKULTRA-programmed. But I can say the CIA and other allied agencies have an extensive track record of carrying out horrendous mind-control experiments, concealing them, concealing the technology and making bland statements to the public and the press denying their contemporary use of mind-control.

If Alexis was, in fact, the man who killed people in the Navy Yard and he wasn’t overtly programmed to do it, then recent accounts strongly suggest he was taking psychiatric drugs. Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), in particular, have a long track record of pushing patients over the edge into suicidal and murderous violence.

Psychiatry is a form of MKULTRA. It operates according to a different plan, what I call the Johnny Appleseed approach. Drop enough drugs into enough bodies, and then stand back and watch the killings sprout here and there and here and there, across the land.

–Jon Rappoport

Michael Corleone Says Yes To War In Syria

The Godfather saga is clear on one point: The world of the mob has no exit.

Michael Corleone takes his family deeper and deeper into destruction.

Why? First of all, the Corleone life is crime. They cheat, lie, steal, intimidate and murder. No matter how attractive they are, that’s what they do. It’s the source of their wealth.

From that foundation, they venture out into the world and they find enemies — competing families. They can try to broker peace and sign treaties, or they can attack.

Corleone chooses to attack. He has his reasons. They make practical and emotional sense. But eternal war is just that. There is no turning back.

It may seem to Corleone that he’s being “pulled back in” over and over. But his choice, his game, his territory and his actions are what shape his fate and bring about the death of his family.

There are always new enemies, and old ones, too: Sollozzo, Barzini and behind him, Hyman Roth, the kingpin. And Roth isn’t enough. The war has to be taken to the Vatican and its money machine.

Corleone is like one of the late Roman emperors, wielding the sword at the end of the line after the nation had already sealed its fate by opting for imperial empire and conquest. The lethal blowback has already been guaranteed.

Corleone would have seen a Syria as an enemy purely on the basis that the natural gas pipeline, if stalled or if canceled, would deal a blow to Russia, his foe. Therefore, attack.

The imperial mindset automatically multiplies enemies.

The Federal government of the United States can squirm, feint, dodge, preach and pontificate. But it has set itself up as a crime family. All that remain are the details.

There will be war and there will be enemies.

The elasticity of conquest has limits. At some point, the connections snap and the structure and the supply lines collapse.

“Sir, here is a blueprint of the entire Mideast. You can apply all this data to Africa as well. We can destabilize virtually every nation in the Mideast. We can set ethnic group against ethnic group. We can topple dictators. We can bring on long nights of chaos. For a while, we can let the homegrown crazies rule there. Then we can step in and take over. With our elite financial partners, we can own those countries by ‘rescuing’ them.

“We can destroy Barzini and the five crime families. We can take over New York and the whole East Coast and expand our activities into Las Vegas. We can finance legitimate businesses. No one will be able to challenge us.”

Sitting in the wings waiting is America’s greatest enemy. These men appear to be allies. In certain ventures, they are. But they see farther. They know more. They’re calmer. They are the globalists, and the destruction of this country is on their planetary agenda. They see the United States as the U.S. government sees Iraq or Libya. They want America to go to war again and again. They understand how war weakens a country, destabilizes it, bankrupts it and saps its spirit.

Like the forces of evil in Italy who were waiting for Corleone to make his move and expand his empire into that region so they could spring their trap, the globalists are watching the machinations of the U.S. government and are drawing it closer to the flame, where the temperature burns the moth that is obsessed by the false light.

–Jon Rappoport

Excuse Me, Are You A Robot In The Surveillance State?

“President Barack Obama has ordered federal employees to report suspicious actions of their colleagues based on behavioral profiling techniques that are not scientifically proven to work, according to experts and government documents.” — McClatchey News

In 1959, two friends of mine, Carl and Michael, staged a spy experiment at the small Ithaca, N.Y., airport. They were students at Cornell University.

Michael was coming in on a little commercial plane from New York late at night.

In the one-room terminal, Carl waited for him and paced around, wearing a British raincoat and sunglasses. Occasionally, he’d look at his watch and glance out at the airstrip.

Finally, the plane arrived.

Michael, also wearing a British raincoat, descended the steps from the plane, and Carl walked out to meet him on the tarmac. They stood, head to head, for a few minutes, talking to each other. They gestured toward the terminal.

Security personnel arrested them — on suspicion of seeming suspicious, which was the point of the experiment.

Since America is now a spy state, where everyone is expected to snoop and snitch on everyone, why not play the game?

A hundred college students walk into a large coffee shop and sit down.

They starting passing notes to each other (1950s spy-iconography).

A few of these students approach the counter, ask for the manager and, when he appears, inform him that the waiters and waitresses are doing suspicious things: staring, avoiding eye contact and lingering too long at tables while taking orders.

This little stage play is repeated every day, until media pick up on the story.

A few hundred college students gather in front of a government building. As employees come out at the end of the day, the students pull out cellphones and pretend to make calls. They talk loudly, mentioning that they’re seeing suspicious activity from government workers.

Repeat daily, until media pick up on the story.

In a small town, 100 parents bake cookies in the shape of guns. They give them to their kids to take to school on the same day.

Repeat every day until the literal robot-minds of school officials implode.

I think everyone in the United States should have a screensaver with a picture of a gun on it.

Five hundred students hold a birthday party and picnic in a park. They all wear very large badges hanging from their necks: “Citizen Spy.” They pretend to make phone calls, reporting suspicious activity, while pointing at other people in the park. It’s sure to garner some attention after two or three days.

What? You might be arrested for these activities? Oh, I see. Yes. The entire country is on lockdown. That’s right. We can’t interfere with Federal and State agencies doing their jobs, 24/7, to protect us from ourselves.

On a website, Secular Confessions, people are invited to confess their own “suspicious activity” in detail. You can add, as a bonus, a section for thought crimes.

“I thought about plotting the overthrow of Monsanto. I confess. I’m guilty; and I want expiation, if not excommunication.”

“I considered masturbating when DHS tanks rolled through my town. I don’t know why. I was suddenly gripped by an uncontrollable impulse.”

“During work today at USDA, where I inspect samples of wheat, I started feeling that I was a suspicious character. I thought about lifting the whole building in one hand and turning it upside down and dropping it on Henry Kissinger’s head. I’m a very bad person.”

Let’s all confess.

I personally am suspicious (it should be “suspect,” shouldn’t it?) because I have a lingering obsession about the Bill of Rights. I’ve tried to purge it from my consciousness in favor of the far more cogent, “we’re all in this together,” but I can’t. I need re-education.

And I have strange thoughts when I drive through an intersection outfitted with video cameras. I want to burn those cameras in a bonfire. I want to see thousands of those cameras burn together. Why does that image produce such unalloyed joy? Something must be wrong with me, right?

I’m guilty of another thought crime. I want to see Russ Tice, a longtime employee of the intelligence community, featured on page one of The New York Times. I want to see his assertion that the National Security Agency was spying on Barack Obama in 2004 plastered in a giant headline across the top of the page.

I want to see Chris Matthews, up to his Obama-tingling legs in muck, working in a giant industrial pig farm in Mexico. This thought surely marks me as a danger to the state. I must be plotting something. I just don’t know what it is yet.

I’m reporting Brian Williams, Scott Pelley and Dianne Sawyer as suspicious characters engaged in a mass hypnosis operation. I want action. It must stop. Every night, these morons appear in millions of homes and frame the news in terms even Mickey Mouse could see through.

I want the Reality Manufacturing Company to cease doing business at once.

I’m suspicious; you’re suspicious; we’re all suspicious. Let’s form a new nation based on that irrefutable premise. Let’s quit piddling around. Let’s be suspicious.

Stop smiling. Start looking at things sideways. Squint. Learn how to growl convincingly like a dog. Screw Labor Day. It should be Suspicion Day.

Paint on the back of your shirt: “We are all NSA.”

Get into it.

“We’re all NSA. We’re all suspicious. We’re all spying. We’re all guilty.”

Go for the home run ball.

It’s a game. I can spy on you faster than you can spy on me.

“Are you saying your neighbor is a suspicious character because he’s spying on you?”

“No, he’s suspicious because he isn’t spying on me enough.”

Confess. Report.

“My neighbor is growing Chinese cabbage on her front lawn.”

“Chinese? Thanks. We’ll get right on it. You just earned a gold star, Ms. Good Citizen.”

This is the era of the busybody. The scum rises to the top.

That old lady who lives down the block and peeks between her curtains at whatever is going on outside is beginning to feel like King Kong. The world is catching up to her at last.

It’s the time of the literal mind, which operates blind to context. In the middle of a conversation, a phrase like “they should be shot” or “I’d like to blow the whole thing to kingdom come” surfaces; and certain faces register a pause, a flinch. Hmm. “That might be dangerous. He shouldn’t have said that.”

One of my favorite media glosses is: “understandably nervous in the wake of.”

This is used to justify grand-slam law-enforcement officers reacting to harmless events and innocent civilians.

There is always a prior event that can used to rationalize a robot response.

“Understandably nervous in the wake of the Great Flood, officials took a man named Noah into custody today after he let two rabbits and two hamsters loose in his garden.”

The real objective of the War on Terror is the creation of literal minds, entrained to think in lowest-common-denominator terms.

“There will be no metaphors, no distinctions. Automatons forever.”

The literal mind lives, every day of its existence, guilty of obstruction of justice. It functions at the level of an insect and delivers far less.

This is what the surveillance state is meant to induce.

Operant conditioning is based on the premise that, in their native state, humans are nothing more than programmed biological machines. Therefore, replacing one program with another is perfectly apt.

When I was 5 years old, in 1943, I went to a nursery school around the corner from our apartment in New York. The first day I was there, a teacher gave me preliminary instructions. I can’t remember the specifics, although I do recall they were inane. I replied, “OK.”

She froze. Then she smiled one of those big fake smiles. “No,” she said. “We don’t say ‘OK.’ We say ‘all right.'”

From that moment on, I remained on guard because I knew I was in an alien environment.

I soon learned that the goal of this school was socialization. Pretended harmony.

Say the proper thing. Share and care. Be polite. Don’t be frank, be earnest. Smile. Achtung.

For the rest of the term, I observed this strange, cockeyed little world. I said little. I was from another planet, called 19th Street; and I wanted to understand how these lunatics at the school were operating.

On the last day of imprisonment, as we were all assembled in the yard, the head gooney bird approached me and thanked me for my “cooperation.” She thought I had surrendered.

I don’t remember whether a politeness certificate was involved, but I did recognize this was a wild misunderstanding on her part.

Homogenized America is now moving to a new level: Wherever you see cream separating, report it to the authorities and they’ll shake and stir.

See anything, say everything.

To any literal minds who may be reading this article by accident: Don’t worry your pretty little heads. There’s a flower growing over there. Report it. Report the breeze, the summer, the moon. And don’t forget the most important thing of all: Pick up the phone and dial DHS and say, “I want to turn in the Federal government. They’re committing crimes.”

You’ll be right, every day.

What’s left of the idea of a Republic is a memory. Now, the people in charge want to take the final step and turn it into a Pavlovacracy.

They want the Matrix to report to the Matrix.

The most pernicious advocates of the New Age preach that, in order to pass into next phase of evolution, humans must purify their thoughts, dispensing with all negativity. Otherwise, they’ll be left behind the iron gate of the past to suffer great pain and turmoil.

This is a quite adequate description of what the surveillance state is doing.

Self-flagellation is making a comeback. You watch. Just as people show up at police stations and confess to crimes they haven’t committed, we’re going to see a wave of demented souls reporting on themselves for “suspicious behavior.”

It’s a natural offshoot for the class of those whose aspire to victim status, but don’t possess authentic qualifications.

I welcome the phenomenon. It’s exactly what the surveillance state deserves for inventing a new category of immolation: clogged-up phone lines and email boxes.

“I want to report that I said something I shouldn’t have said.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, really. I’m a suspicious person. I need to be on some kind of list.”

In the 13th century, people started walking around in long lines, beating themselves with whips. By the 14th century, the Roman church became so exasperated it excommunicated all flagellants en masse.

Too much bad press. Original sin was fine, but people were taking it to a whole new level.

It’s going to happen again in the surveillance state. Get your popcorn ready. Go to work, Dr. Phil.

–Jon Rappoport

Ed Snowden, NSA And Fairy Tales A Child Could See Through

Sometimes, cognitive dissonance, which used to be called contradiction, rings a gong so loud it knocks you off your chair.

But if you’re an android in this marvelous world of synthetic reality, you get up, put a smile back on your face and trudge on.

Let’s see. The National Security Agency is the most awesome spying agency ever devised in this world. If you cross the street in Podunk, Anywhere, U.S.A., to buy an ice cream soda on a Tuesday afternoon in July, it knows.

It knows if you sit at the counter and drink that soda or take it and move to the only table in the store. It knows if you lick the foam from the top of the glass with your tongue or pick the foam with your straw and then lick it.

It knows if you keep the receipt for the soda or leave it on the counter.

It knows whether you’re wearing shoes or sneakers. It knows the brand of your underwear. It knows your shaving cream and precisely which container it came out of.

But this agency, with all its vast power and its dollars, can’t track one of its own — a man who came to work every day, a man who made up a story about needing treatment in Hong Kong for epilepsy and then skipped the country.

It just can’t find him.

It can’t find him in Hong Kong, where he does a sit-down video interview with Glenn Greenwald of The Guardian. It can’t find that “safe house” or that “hotel” where he’s staying.

No. It can’t find him or spy on his communications while he’s in Hong Kong. Can’t figure out he’s booked a flight to Russia. It can’t intercept him at the airport before he leaves for Russia. Too difficult.

And this man, this employee, is walking around with four laptops that contain the keys to all the secret spying knowledge in the known cosmos.

It can’t locate those laptops. It can’t hack into them to see what’s there. It can’t access the laptops or the data. The most brilliant technical minds of this or any other generation can find a computer in Outer Mongolia in the middle of a blizzard, but these walking-around computers in Hong Kong are somehow beyond reach.

And before this man, Snowden, this employee, skipped Hawaii, he was able to access the layout of the entire U.S. intelligence network. Yes. He was able to use a thumb drive.

He walked into work with a thumb drive, plugged in and stole… everything. He stole enough to “take down the entire U.S. intelligence network in a single afternoon.”

Not only that, but anyone who worked at this super-agency as an analyst, as a systems-analyst supervisor, could have done the same thing, could have stolen the keys to the kingdom.

This is why NSA geniuses with IQs of more than 180 have decided, now, in the midst of the Snowden affair, that they need to draft “tighter rules and procedures” for their employees. Right.

Now, a few pieces of internal security they hadn’t realized they needed before will be put in place.

This is, let me remind you, the most secretive spying agency in the world. The richest spying agency. The smartest spying agency.

But somehow, over the years, it overlooked this corner of its own security. It left a door open, so that any one of its own analysts could steal everything, could take it all, could just snatch it away and copy it and store it on a few laptops.

But now — yes, now — having been made aware of this vulnerability, the agency will make corrections.

Sure.

And reporters for elite U.S. media don’t find any of this hard to swallow.

A smart sixth-grader could see through this tower of fabricated baloney in a minute, but veteran grizzled reporters are clueless.

Recently, on Charlie Rose, in an episode that left me breathless, a gaggle of pundits/newspeople warned that Snowden, walking around with those four laptops, could be an easy target for Chinese spies or Russian spies who could get access to the data on those computers. The spies could just hack in.

But the NSA can’t. No. The NSA can’t find out what Snowden has. It can only speculate.

It’s charades within charades.

This whole Snowden affair is an op. It’s the kind of op that works because people are prepared to believe anything.

The tightest, strongest, richest and smartest spying agency in the world can’t find its own employee. It’s in the business of tracking, and it can’t find him.

It’s in the business of security, and it can’t protect its own data from its employees.

If you believe that, I have timeshares to sell in the black hole in the center of the Milky Way.

In previous articles on No More Fake News, I’ve made a case for Snowden being a CIA operative who still works for his former employer. He was handed a bunch of NSA data by the CIA. He didn’t steal anything. The CIA wants to punch a hole in the NSA. It’s called an internal turf war. It’s been going on as long as those agencies have existed side by side.

For example, look at the money.

In the June issue of Wired Magazine, James Bamford, author of three books on the NSA, states:

“In April, as part of its 2014 budget request, the Pentagon [which rules the NSA] asked Congress for $4.7 billion for increased ‘cyberspace operations,’ nearly $1 billion more than the 2013 allocation. At the same time, budgets for the CIA and other intelligence agencies were cut by almost the same amount, $4.4 billion. A portion of the money going to… [NSA] will be used to create 13 cyberattack teams.”

That means spying money: far more for NSA and far less for CIA. It’s a turf war.

But in this article, let’s stay focused on the fairy tales, which are the cover stories floated to the press, the public and the politicians.

We have reporters at The Washington Post and at The Guardian. We have Julian Assange, the head of Wikileaks. They’re all talking to Snowden. The NSA can spy on them, right? It can listen to their calls,read their emails and hack into their notes. Just like people have been hacking into the work and home computers of Sharyl Attkisson, star CBS investigative reporter.

But the NSA can’t do all this spying and then use it to find Snowden. It just can’t manage it.

Everybody in the world with a computer has passwords. The NSA can cut through them like a sword through hot butter. But Assange, The Post, The Guardian and Snowden must have super-special passwords.

They got these passwords by sending a stamped, self-addressed envelope, along with 25 cents and a top from a cereal box, to The Lone Ranger. These passwords are charged with atomic clouds that obscure men’s minds so they cannot see or spy. They’re immortal and invulnerable.

The NSA can spy on anyone else in the world, but it can’t get its foot in the door when it comes to The Post, The Guardian and Assange.

And if Snowden winds up in Ecuador, that, too, will become an insurmountable mystery.

“Nope, we don’t know where he is. He’s vanished. Ecuador has a Romulan shield surrounding it. The cloaking technology is too advanced.”

Perhaps you recall that, in the early days of this scandal, Snowden claimed he could spy on anyone in the United States, including a Federal judge or even the President, if he had their email addresses.

Uh-huh. But the combined talents of the NSA agents, now, can’t spy on Snowden. I guess they just can’t find his email address.

Snowden isn’t the only savvy computer kid in the country. There must be a million people, at minimum, who can cook up email addresses that evade the reach of the NSA. Yes?

What we have here are contradictions piled on contradictions piled on lies.

And in the midst of this, a whole lot of people are saying: “Don’t look too closely. Snowden is a hero and he exposed the NSA and that’s a wonderful thing.”

And a whole lot of other people are saying: “Snowden is a traitor and he should be tried for treason or killed overseas. That’s all you need to know.”

The truth? Well, the truth, as they say, is the first casualty in war. But in the spying business, the truth was never there to begin with. That’s one of the requirements of the industry.

“Son, if you think you’ve lied before, you haven’t got a clue. We’re going to tell you to do things that’ll make your head spin. That’s the game we’re in. We’re going to make you tell lies in your sleep.”

And these are the people the public believes.

It’s a beautiful thing. It really is. The fairy tales are made of sugar; and the public, the press and the people eat them. And then they ask for more.

–Jon Rappoport

Flashback: Watergate, Nazis, Nixon, Rockefeller

Watergate eventually became the story of two young rookie reporters who exposed and took down a President.

Try to think of another major story in your lifetime wherein the reporters themselves took center stage and, in the process, nearly eclipsed their own work.

One of them, Bob Woodward, expanded his fame. The powers that be permitted him to go on and, with extraordinary access, write books criticizing future Presidents. Woodward became the in-house attack dog. Mr. Limited Hangout.

The other reporter, Carl Bernstein, faded into relative obscurity. Well, he began connecting journalists to the CIA. That wasn’t a smart career move. That was, perhaps, a case of biting the hand that had fed him.

To learn why Richard Nixon was really blown out of the White House, you could begin with the infamous Nazi chemical/pharmaceutical cartel IG Farben, the cartel that pushed Adolf Hitler over the top into power in Germany.

One of its lasting legacies is the multinational corporation ballooning out into titanic proportions. Farben didn’t just buy smaller companies; it forged favorable agreements with huge corporations all over the world: Standard Oil (Rockefeller), Rhone-Poulenc, Imperial Chemical Industries, DuPont, Dow.

During World War II, Josiah Du Bois, representing the U.S. Federal government, was sent on a fact-finding mission to Guatemala. His comment: “As far as I can tell, the country is a wholly owned subsidiary of Farben.”

What Farben stood for was an attempt to remake the planet in terms of power.

Farben held important cards. It employed brilliant chemists who, in some ways, were far ahead of its competitors. Farben was all about synthetics: rubber, oil, dyes, pharmaceuticals.

Farben saw itself as a modern version of the old alchemists, transforming one substance into another. It came to believe that, with enough time, it would be able to make anything from anything. It envisioned labs in which basic chemical facts would be changed so that, in practice, elements and compounds would be virtually interchangeable.

This was in line with the Nazi obsession to discover the lost secrets of the mythical Aryan race and then reconstitute it with selective breeding, genetic engineering and, of course, the mass murder of “lesser peoples.”

On one level was the idea of chemical transformations, and on another level was the transformation of the human species.

It was really all one piece. The Nazi ideology was the glue.

It was the picture of scientism, the philosophy that asserts science should absolutely rule all facets of life. Nazi Germany showed the world what that philosophy looks like in practice. Farben had prisoners shipped from Auschwitz to its nearby facility, where horrendous medical/pharmaceutical experiments were carried out on them.

At the end of World War II, the Farben executives were put on trial and, despite the efforts of Telford Taylor, the chief U.S. prosecutor, the sentences handed out were light.

There was a reason for this. A new world was coming into being, and mega-corporations and cartels were at the heart of it. They would be the engines driving the global economy and pillaging the natural resources of the planet. It was colonialism with a different face, the East India Company running on technology and industry and a planetary reach beyond anything ever attempted.

So the Farben moguls, and those like them, were seen by many people as designers of the new “peace.”

Consider the total volume of international trade of goods today: The largest 300 corporations in the world are responsible for an unbelievable percentage of it — as high as 25 percent.

So now you see the reason why these treaties like the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade (GATT), the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and the Dominican Republic-Central America-United States Free Trade Agreement (CAFTA-DR) have been launched. Mega-corporations want to roam free. They want to be able to inject money into any entity in the world and suddenly remove it at will. They certainly want to be able to ship goods from one nation to another without paying tariffs, which otherwise would cost them an extraordinary amount of money. For these corporations, nations don’t really exist anymore; they are convenient fictions. These corporations don’t want any restrictions on their plundering of the Global Village.

Farben envisioned and planned for this kind of licentious freedom. It saw itself as more than a German cartel. It was already international, and it was moving toward domination.

However, more powerful forces would overtake it — and I’m not just talking about American soldiers. In the sphere of international influence, there are the Plan A and Plan B people. The Plan A controllers (think Rockefeller dynasty, among others) opted for a “softer, gentler” approach, a more covert program whereby, over a long period of time, the world population would be brought under a global management system, in which mega-corporations would play the central role. The Plan B people, Nazis and their allied interests, wanted crushing force and violence to achieve a somewhat similar goal in a much shorter period of time — with Germany as the leading prow of the movement.

It is in the arena of pharmaceutical domination that one of Farben’s goals has endured. Two of its original components, Bayer and Hoechst, have survived and prospered. And many other drug companies have copied the basic model.

For a number of years, I’ve researched and published on this subject. Death, maiming, destruction, poisoning: These are correct assessments of the overall effects of drug-based medicine. Judging solely by these effects, one could say that war by other means has continued after 1945. And the fronts of devastation have spread.

On the mega-corporate front, the plan for world control remains the Rockefeller template: “free trade.” This plan was advanced, ceaselessly, for 40 years until, on Jan. 1, 1995, the World Trade Organization was fully formed and took charge of the criminal rules of global commerce: the crowning moment.

However, back in the early 1970s, the whole operation had almost been derailed. One man, a crook, a President, a liar, an insecure parody of a head of state, Richard Nixon, went off script. He really went off script.

In an effort to bolster U.S. companies and protect them from foreign competition inside the United States, Nixon began erecting tariffs on a range of goods imported into the United States.

If this Nixon economic plan spread to other countries, the entire global program to install “free trade” and mega-corporate emperors on their thrones for a thousand years could crash and burn.

Nixon was a Rockefeller man. He was owned by them. He’d been rescued from financial ruin by The Family, and now he was in the White House undermining their greatest dream. You can’t overstate the degree of the betrayal from the Rockefeller point of view. You simply can’t.

Something had to be done. The President had to go. This was the real motivation behind Watergate. This was the real op. Yes, there were sub-motives and smaller contexts, as in any major op, but the prime mover was: Get free trade back on track, and get suitable revenge on the puppet in the White House who went off the script.

Any historian who overlooks this is an outright fool or a deceiver.

Whether the Watergate break-in was planned to serve the higher goal or was pounced upon, after the fact, as the grand opportunity, is beside the point. It was there, and it was used. It became the starting point for the Washington Post, its publisher, veteran editor and two cub reporters to break Nixon into pieces.

And if the Rockefeller people needed an inside man to report on the deteriorating mental state of the President as he heated up in the pressure cooker, they had Henry Kissinger, who was another Rockefeller operative.

The Washington Post was owned by Katharine Graham, who was herself a very close friend of the Rockefeller family. Years later, she would be awarded a medal of honor by the University of Chicago, an institution founded by John D. Rockefeller. On her death, a paid heartfelt obituary was inserted in The New York Times by the trustees, faculty and staff of Rockefeller University, where she had served on the University Council.

And she and Nixon already hated each other by the early 1970s.

The managing editor of The Washington Post, Ben Bradlee, was an old hand at writing promotional material, having worked in Europe crafting releases for a CIA front group. A former naval intelligence man, he liked one of his cub reporters, Woodward, who had also worked for the Navy in intelligence.

When Woodward came to Bradlee with a story about a man in a parking garage who was passing secrets from the White House/FBI about Watergate, we are supposed to believe that Bradlee naturally responded by giving the green light to a major investigation. Woodward and Carl Bernstein, another cub, would undertake it — with nothing more than Bradlee’s reputation and the future survival of The Post and Graham’s empire on the line if the cubs got it wrong.

We are supposed to believe Bradlee gave the green light without knowing who the man in the garage was, without knowing whether Woodward could be trusted, without even getting permission from Graham to move ahead.

Bradlee, a grizzled veteran of Washington, understanding exactly what Washington could do to people who told secrets out of school, just said to Woodward and Bernstein, “You’d better be damned sure you’re right, because otherwise we’re all in trouble.”

Two untested cub reporters set loose in a cage with tigers.

The odds of that happening were nil. Bradlee had to know a great deal from the beginning, and he had to have Graham’s signal to move. The series of breaking stories would be spoon-fed to the unsuspecting young reporters. They would be consumed by their ambition to advance their careers. Bradlee was confident because he had the essentials of the scandal in hand — all the way up to Nixon, the target — well in advance of his two reporters.

To have proceeded otherwise, Bradlee was simply not that kind of fool. Whatever Deep Throat, the man in the garage, was dishing out to Woodward didn’t really matter. Bradlee already had it in his pocket. Deep Throat was merely a contrivance to allow the story to expand and grow by steps, and to permit Woodward and Bernstein to believe they were peeling layers from an onion.

The man behind the curtain was David Rockefeller.

After the whole scandal had been exposed and Nixon had flown away, in disgrace, from the White House for the last time, Rockefeller addressed a meeting of the Chamber of Commerce of the European Community (October 1975). He was there to allay their fears about Nixon’s betrayal of the new economic world order. There was really very little he needed to say. Rockefeller had already created (1973) the free-trade Trilateral Commission. A new puppet, Gerald Ford, was in the White House; and Ford had appointed David’s brother, Nelson Rockefeller, as his Vice President.

David told the European attendees, “Fortunately, there are no signs that these anti-[free] trade measures [of Nixon] are supported by the [Ford] Administration.”

And that was that. The global mega-corporate colossus was back on track.

The temporary rip in the Matrix had been repaired.

On a far lower level of power politics, everyone and his brother was consumed with the contrails of the scandal that had driven away Nixon and his colleagues. People were congratulating each other on the expunging of a corrupt conspiracy from public life.

The real players, of course, were still in place, more powerful than ever. David Rockefeller and his aides were preparing for an even greater coup. They had chosen an obscure man with zero name recognition to be the next President of the United States: Jimmy Carter. Carter would function to forward the goals of the Trilateral Commission in bold view of anyone who knew the score.

And every President since Carter, regardless of party affiliation, has supported and extended those globalist-corporate goals, no questions asked. Barack Obama, who fatuously remarked during his 2008 election campaign that NAFTA “needs to be revisited,” has taken his cues like any other puppet.

When, from this perspective, you examine the global takeover of land and resources by GMO agribusiness, the destruction of small family farms, the plundering of natural resources in the Third World, the use of U.N. “peacekeepers” and “humanitarian groups” and intelligence agencies to create a wedge, for corporations, into these areas, you see the hand of the Rockefeller plan.

When you see the destruction of currencies and the escalation of insupportable debt, the incursion of a bewildering number of U.N.-affiliated groups sinking their teeth into local communities all over the planet to “manage sustainable development,” you see the plan.

On the approaching anniversary of Watergate, you can see that the trashing of Nixon — who, like every President since, was put in place to serve his masters — is an opportunity to notice the Plan Behind the Curtain.

Obama? Merely the latest willing front man. A third-rate hustler.

The innocuous-sounding “free trade” policy is the No. 1 priority of every American President. He must do two things: rarely speak of it and allow it to move forward. That’s all. In return, he gets to act as if he’s the most powerful man in the world.

But if he wobbles and considers taking up a position against free trade (corporate domination of the planet), he can look back and see what happened to Nixon. He can learn from that example.

He can recite the famous words of Zbiggie Brzezinski, co-founder of the Trilateral Commission and David Rockefeller’s intellectual flunkey: “The nation state as a fundamental unit of man’s organized life has ceased to be the principal creative force: International banks and multinational corporations are acting and planning in terms that are far in advance of the political concepts of the nation-state.”

Like Carter, a future President can espouse the most wide-ranging humanitarian philosophy and ascend to a cloud of beautiful altrusim, admired by all — as long as he sticks to the plan.

If not, two reporters coming out of nowhere, wet behind the ears, eager for advancement, will magically learn of his missteps and demolish him.

–Jon Rappoport

Brian Williams, Scott Pelley And Diane Sawyer: The Three Stooges

I think, at the very least, YouTube should censor Brian Williams, Scott Pelley and Diane Sawyer. Well, wait a minute. Not censor, but put up a notice on all their videos: “It’s come to our attention that these three characters are as annoying as a bad case of fleas. Caution: Watch and listen at your own risk.”

The three stooges. Three schmucks in the fountain. Send in the clowns? Don’t bother, they’re here.

If people are beginning to get the idea I’m waging a war against elite media, they’re right.

At the same time, I’m fascinated. How do these anchors do it? How do they lie so consistently and with such aplomb, day in and day out, without going up in a puff of smoke and vanishing?

The Big Three anchors are a miracle in the sense that they need a whole construction company to build the walls that permanently separate them from the truth, so they can sit in a television studio in New York and believe they’re in the wheelhouse of real news.

When you see the Big Three are discussing their own footage, but you find visual clues as big as the moon that their analysis is 180 degrees away from actual fact (as has been happening from Aurora to Sandy Hook to Boston) and the Stooges just sit there and drone on, well, that’s a “CSI” or a “Law & Order” you just can’t get, even if you pay the best scriptwriters in the world to come up with it.

“The bomb was a pressure cooker.”

Right, and the Twin Towers went down because two planes flew into them.

Because the Web has been alive and humming, media coverage of every major catastrophe since 9/11 has been rejected by extraordinary numbers of people.

The elite network anchors have been trying to hold the fort, but they’re failing.

Their long-running stage play is closing down.

Despite their traditional skills and technological backup, they’re coming across like cartoon hacks.

These days, it’s better to be a marginally believable doofus like Sawyer, who chooses to affect a persona based on depression, than to be the eternal boy wonder, Williams. The smoothest of the smooth, Williams comes across like the biggest liar, because he’s the most dedicated of the lot when it comes to defending the indefensible.

And Pelley is Pelley, the hospital doctor you’d least like to show up at your bedside. He might tell you you need an amputation just because he’s having a bad day.

“Who do we need for the most important anchor’s job in the world?”

“How about Pelley? He’s utterly convinced the lies we feed into the propaganda machine are the last word. He’s sold. He couldn’t look outside the box if we drilled holes in it and let him see a mountain of gold bars and 50,000 naked bureaucrats running down Broadway at high f***ing noon.”

The Big Three strut their stuff on the evening news, executing well-oiled, high-priced transitions from one completely false/basically deceptive story to another completely false/basically deceptive story.

Recall the often-quoted George Burns pearl? “The secret of acting is sincerity. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” But suppose the sincerity isn’t faked? Then, the schmuck becomes king.

My late friend and colleague, hypnotherapist Jack True, described the television-news audience: “Mind control is accepting what you know to be false. You do it because you think the only other alternative is a vacuum: You either buy the news or you’re left with nothing.”

Once in a while, you can see cracks. Pelley, stewing in his juices, looks like he’s ready to pull his uncle’s old revolver out of his pocket and fire a few rounds at the teleprompter.

Sawyer appears to be on the verge of sagging to her right and collapsing out of her chair, on her way to a fit of copious weeping.

Williams wants to say, more than anything: “Live From New York, it’s Saturday night!” Then a few coiled springs pop out of the top of his head, and he winds down and stops moving.

Subliminally, the three stooges are announcing: “We’re showing you the most important stories of our time, and each one has a television lifespan of 90 seconds, after which they no longer exist.”

Television news is really all segue all the time. That’s what it comes down to.

The word “segue,” pronounced “segway,” refers to a transition from one thing to another, a blend.

Ed McMahon once referred to Johnny Carson as the prince of blends, because Carson could tell a clunker of a joke, step on it three times and still move to the next joke without losing his audience.

Television news is very serious business. A reporter who can’t handle segues is dead in the water. He’s a gross liability.

The good anchors can take two stories that have no connection whatsoever and create a sense of smooth transition.

Williams can say: “The planes were recalled later in the afternoon. And a man was castrated in a horrific accident in Idaho today.” And no one says: What? Wait!

You take an elevator up to the 15th floor in an office building. The door opens and you step into a medieval dungeon. That doesn’t compute in real life, but it does on the news.

The networks basically have, on a daily basis, fragmented stories; and they need an anchor who can do the blends, the segues, and get away with it, to promote the sense of one continuous flow.

It’s so the audience doesn’t say, “This is just an odd collection of crap.”

The news is all segue all the time.

Not just nationally. On the local level, too. The pounding lead-in music at the top of the show is a segue to prepare the audience. A) Music. B) “Tonight, our top story: a man ate a hot dog and died.”

The voice of the anchor is the nonstop blending machine that ties all news stories together. That’s why the elite network stars earn their paychecks.

Good segue people are stage magicians. They can move the viewer’s attention from item A to item B without a tremor or a doubt.

It’s often been said of certain actors, “He could read from the phone book and you’d listen.” Well, an elite anchor can hold the viewer’s mind as he reads a sentence from the phone book, another one from a car-repair manual, a third from a cookbook and a fourth from a funeral-home brochure — without stopping.

And afterward, the viewer would have no questions.

The news is surreal because the stories are mostly fool’s gold to begin with, and they’re unrelated. They’re rocks lying around on the floor. The anchor picks them up and invents the illusion of One Flowing Stream.

This is what the audience wants. It feels like a story. It feels like unity. It feels like a stage play or a movie. When all is said and done, it feels good.

The anchor (as his title suggests) holds the fragments together in one place. For the audience, he’s the focus. He’s the maestro. The hypnotist.

You can’t pull just anyone off the street and have him describe car crashes, murders, storms, threats of war, political squabbles, 300 cats living in a one-room apartment, a new piece of Medicare legislation, genitalia picture tweets and the dedication of a library while placing and keeping millions of people in a light trance.

Katie Couric couldn’t do it. People were waiting for her to break out into an attack of Perky and giggle and cross her legs. Sawyer does it poorly. She seems to be affecting somber personal grief as her basic segue-thread. Pelley is competent, but he sits like a surgeon ready to signal the anesthesiologist to clamp a mask on your face before he cuts into your stomach.

Williams is the current king of segue. He does smooth-serious-affable-employee-of-the-month-I-know-all-the-news-is-true.

None of these elite anchors can hold a candle to Walter Cronkite or Chet Huntley, the past masters. Ed Murrow was the first star-practitioner of the television-news form. He was working a kind of sepulchral spin-off of Ernest Hemingway prose.

Murrow got his first break, right out of college, working for the Institute of International Education, a pathetic front for what they used to call “internationalists” (aka globalists). Elihu Root founded the organization. Root was also founding chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations and president of the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace. In other words, one world together actually meant: all you peons down there and we wise men on top.

Anyway, all anchors can do segue. They are dedicated to the blend. They put their souls, such as they are, into transitions.

“What do you want to do when you grow up, Brian?”

“I want to take people from A to B.”

Whereas, a true version of the news would go something like this: “Today, in fact just now, I moved from a tornado in Kansas to the removal of restrictions on condom sales; and I’m blending into penguins in Antarctica. I’m doing Salvador Dali, and you’re not noticing a thing.”

What does all this tell us? The news, if it were taken apart into its component pieces, would look quite surreal. And the anchor, by blending, manufactures a hypnotic illusion of interconnection.

The audience wants to be put in a trance. Even a several-day event, like the Boston bombing, with all its twists and turns, doesn’t mitigate that basic big sleep. Television news, with a good anchor, with the television screen itself, with the electromagnetic emissions and frequencies, can attain and hold the hypnotic state.

Therefore, the content of the news sinks in below the level of the rational mind.

But with each shift in story line, with each new breaking bit of revelation, with each disturbing image, the anchor must be there to execute the segues.

He is basically saying to the audience, “I’m a few feet inside your personal landscape, your mind, feeding you all the turns in the river, and I’ll always be here, so things are all right.”

Elite anchors invent and maintain certain tones of voice, certain rhythms, certain cadences, certain variations of musical pitch, throughout the stage play, in order to sustain the sense of continuity.

They’re mechanics of voice.

They use their skills to report the false facts handed down to conceal operations and staged events.

They need to believe in what they’re doing. They need to be that stupid. Talent search: 130 IQ, inherently stupid.

They can know they’re actors on television, but they have to believe they’re acting out the truth. Ends justify the means. Of course, “truth” often means to them: that which will bind us all together.

What is the role they’re cast in? It’s: Normal. It’s a heavy part in the play, because this joke of a society has a prime-cut value called Normal.

“OK, look,” the Broadway director says to the veteran actor he’s interviewing for the lead, in a billion-dollar production. “This may sound strange, but you’re going to have to do Normal as it’s never been done before. That’s what the audience wants. You’ve got to come across as very, very smart and very, very Normal. Get it? I mean, you can emit a few rays of Elite here and there, but you have to do that Normal dance. The audience has to believe you somehow fit in with being a solid American, whatever the hell that is. You can be the newsboy down the street, riding his bike, tossing papers on front porches (Brian Williams), wholesome as Wonder Bread, or you can be a socialite on the Upper East Side teetering on the verge of a nervous breakdown (Diane Sawyer), or you can be a doctor moving briskly through his morning hospital rounds telling the interns trailing behind him what incompetent a**holes they are (Scott Pelley); but it has to be Normal at the same time. You’re the brain of every other brain. You’re the conscience of every other conscience. You’re just as walled off from the conspiracy to own every inch of America and grind down the people into dust-bowl hell as all Americans are walled off from knowing about it. You know as little as they do. You’re just as clueless as the great unwashed, but you put your stupidity on display with some measure of grace and style. Got it? You’re clean, sanitary, loyal as a dog, dumb as fog, but very smart. You spew absolute nonsense every second of your time on stage, but it sounds plausible and, again, Normal. You constantly change subjects, and the subjects are in no way related to each other, but you make it all seem sensible. It’s a joke. But you’re serious. And you have to Believe, as if you’ve always believed, from the moment you emerged out of your mother’s body.

“And if you need a model for all this, just watch the news every night on the three major networks and focus on these geniuses.”

See the bomb exploding, the one that emits a puff of smoke straight up in the air? The one that was built in a pressure cooker? The bomb that didn’t tear the flags to pieces and didn’t shred the blue canopy right next to it? The bomb that didn’t cause the men in yellow jackets standing in front of it to even blink? That bomb vectored at a very low angle and took out people’s legs in the Boston street. That’s right, America. It did. I swear it did.

See the purple and pink pigs flying over the White House? They’re bringing food from Mars for all the bureaucrats who push paper in the city every day, the people who can’t be fired during the sequester, while flights all over the country are delayed. That food from Mars keeps the paper pushers going. It does. It has special vitamins in it. See how fat the pigs in the sky are? How do you think they got that way? They ate the food. It’s so healthy. It’s mystical and magical. It’s just part of the largesse coming to you from your eternal government. Wait a little while longer. It’ll be here. There are lots more flying pigs. They’ll drop off little bags of Martian tasties on your street any week now. It’s the new Normal. Get used to it. We know what you want, and we’re going to give it to you.

We know what you want and we’re going to give it to you.

If you have any doubts and need more information and assurance, just watch Williams, Pelley and Sawyer every night. They’re narrating the days of our lives. They’re from Mars. They’re the advance scouts for the pigs.

Williams is the happy pig. Sawyer is the sad pig. Pelley is the cold pig.

They’re America. The best of America.

This is why the Colonies fought a revolution against the British. So you could suck up stories, like a vacuum cleaner, from the three little pigs.

–Jon Rappoport