Monday, April 22, 2013

Operation Mindcrime



I have become quite intrigued with the conspiracy theories of late.

Whether it’s the shootings in Arizona or the theater where Batman is playing or the most recent bombing at the Boston marathon, as well as the Sandy Hook school shootings, I can completely understand and certainly support the asking of intelligent questions. One theme that seems to occur over and over in these conspiracy theories is that these events are false flag operations. The claims are repeatedly made that these events did not in fact occur.

This fascinates me. I find myself wondering why government officials, or anybody else for that matter, would go through all the trouble and risk of staging a false event for the purpose of the agitating of society and manipulating them to some nefarious end, when there would be so much less possibility of them getting caught at promoting and instigating or causing a real event. This seems somehow unrealistic to me. Especially when you consider that somebody who’s going to be dishonest to that degree would not have a second thought about actually harming people. So why wouldn't they kill somebody? The effect created by a real event would be at least equal, if not greater than what would be created by a false flag event.

While I’m not very much into conspiracy theories, I do believe the government is not always honest with us. Some portions of the government I distrust entirely. I’m also willing to believe that there are covert operations happening within the government that even most of the rest of the government is not aware of.

Because I believe these events have really happened I do not believe they are false flag operations. However, if I wanted to go down the conspiracy theory road, a much more provable concept for a conspiracy would be to call them Operation Mindcrime events. This is not only a cool album by Queensr├┐che but I think it’s a pretty darn good conspiracy theory as well.

Let me explain.

There is a technique for brainwashing that is very old and has been practiced in covert operations around the world and throughout history. It is called pain drug hypnosis. It’s fairly well presented, in a pop culture sort of way, in the movie called the Manchurian Candidate. More precisely, this would be done by taking a person who is sort of unbalanced to begin with and has access to weapons; like Jared Lee Loughner for example. For days or weeks, whatever it took, you pull this guy aside and fill him full of drugs. He was on drugs anyway, so that would arouse the least suspicion. You would then shoot him full of sodium pentothal, nitrous oxide or some other drug that is known for its hypnotic properties. While he was high on these drugs you would inflict some kind of pain on him. This could be done by electric shock without leaving any marks that would arouse suspicion. Then you simply tell him to go out and assassinate whoever you wanted dead, or since you’re simply trying to create chaos, just tell them to go to some public gathering like a political event. At the end of this procedure you would tell him that he could not remember the procedure itself. Sooner or later, if you've done this enough times, you’ll get one that will come through for you and create the state of public agitation that you’re looking for.

Even that plan is more than you need to do to accomplish the goal of creating public fear. It would still be very messy and leave quite an evidence trail behind you. There may be a better way to manipulate the public into fear and chaos while leaving almost no evidence trail.

There were 27 deaths during the clinical trials for Prozac and yet this drug made it onto the market. As it turns out the FDA panel that approved of the drug for public consumption was full of people who had vested interests in Lilly Pharmaceuticals. Does this sound like the beginning of a conspiracy yet? The government and pharmaceutical companies would let a harmful drug onto the market that causes and suicide knowing full well that it is dangerous to the public. This is a surprisingly common occurrence.

So now we have a government releasing onto the market not only Prozac but tons of other mind altering drugs with the promise that they will make life better, knowing full well that they have caused death instead. I will leave you to do your own research, as I have done mine, and come to the discovery that almost every mass shooting has had some connection to psychiatric medications. What better conspiracy could you come up with than an Operation Mindcrime, where the public is manipulated through fear using psychiatrists, big pharmaceuticals selling addictive mind altering drugs that cause violent tendencies, and the government working together?

Columbine, Virginia Tech, the Batman theater, the Arizona shooting and many others, have these elements in common. And in some cases the documents regarding the medical records of the shooters have been sealed, so we don’t know what they were on. The most effective thing that serves to erase the evidence trail is the general public belief that the FDA, the products of the big pharmaceutical companies and the government all work and are all there to help or protect us. So why stage a false flag event, when getting the public all cranked up on powerful mind altering drugs, then simply stepping out of the way to let them create the chaos you want, all of their own accord, would accomplish the same thing?

Like I said though, I am not a conspiracy theorist… Well, not much anyway. But there is the principle of Occam’s razor where the simplest theories are generally preferable to the most complex theories. The false flag events that I have read in most conspiracy theories would be most difficult to execute, let alone keep secret.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Days After 9/11

This little article was first published on the occasion of the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attack. I think it only fitting in light of the events of the past week, with regards to the Boston Marathon bombing, to release it again.

I had originally postulated that I was going to post an article about the 9/11 rescue workers to honor them on the ninth anniversary of the attack. So I went out onto the Internet and looked for interesting pieces about heroic stories and videos, as well as posting on my Facebook a request to my friends asking them if they knew of anybody who would be interested in sending me a personal account. On the heroic stories side of it, the major networks and radio stations had the area pretty much covered and copyrighted, so that angle didn’t really work out too well. On the videos, well there are plenty of things that were bad, some that were okay, but none that really covered anything I wanted to do. As well as the fact that posting videos is kind of the lazy way for me to stall for time or play with the buttons while I’m setting up my blog and I think for the most part posting videos here is going to be a thing of the past. That’s okay as my original intent was to put things here which I had either written myself or a friend has written or that followers of this blog send to me.


Having none of those things pan out on the subject that I wanted to cover I now find myself on the eve of 9/11 writing my own viewpoint on the subject that I wanted to cover, which is what I should have done in the first place. And why not? It has the benefit of having never been tried before. So here goes…

When I look at 9/11 and what occurred that day, in my mind there is first, the striking violence of it. Second, the rescue workers and other heroes; some who paid the ultimate price for their efforts to save the lives of the other people in the buildings that were attacked. The third is the calm and orderly way that the people of New York evacuated the area to allow the authorities to do what they had to do.

The above three things were both tragic and great at the same time and have all been covered by the press extensively. Part of my quandary is that those things were all covered so well that I though there was no more space to fill on the subject. That all things were so thoroughly written about that nothing was left for me to post.

About two days ago that assessment proved to be false. Sure that day was covered and reviewed from every conceivable angle. But what about the next day? Or the day after that? Or after that? Yes, flag sales went through the roof. Everybody had one on their car or in front of their house and the country showed a unity that is all too uncommon in these days. Even the Democrats and Republicans in Congress gathered on the steps of the Capitol building and sang “God Bless America.” But there was something else that happened which I think was even cooler than that and I don’t know how many people were paying attention.

I was listening to the radio one day shortly after the attack, becoming quite the news junkie as we all were at the time, and happened to hear that the rescue workers were having trouble with their shoes getting torn up on the debris of the two towers. By the next day there were mounds and mounds of shoes and work boots piled up around ground zero. By the day after that they were announcing “enough with the shoes, thank you America!” They called for blood and within the next day or two the Red Cross was overwhelmed and turning people away. The workers on the scene became worn out and right away hundreds of cities across the country were offering thousands of police and firefighters as well as clean-up crews to help. “We need water,” was almost immediately answered by trucks full of water being shipped in from around the country as well as thousands of New Yorkers piling thousands of cases of bottled water as close to the scene as they could place them. By the time they got to “we need food,” the boxes of canned goods would pile up outside of ground zero before the sentence was even finished. Everything I heard of that was asked for was provided in huge quantities and always resulted in announcements within forty-eight hours of the initial request stating “okay enough of _____.”

Well I ask you who did that? Was it the government? Was it some big charity organization? Was it big business? Was it the magical shoe elves that made the shoes for the shoemaker in the fairy tale that most of us heard when we were growing up? No, it was none of these things. Rather it was millions of people, who were paying attention and cared, who went out of their way and tried to help in any way that they could. We didn’t shrug our shoulders and say “let someone else get it.” We all stepped to the plate and did what needed to be done.

That is one of the things I saw during that time which sticks with me to this day; the hundreds of millions of people who worked together doing all of the smaller things which allowed the big things to get done. Each, if not a hero in their own right, at least a helper doing the right thing to make sure what needed covered, was covered.


As a final note; there are many who look at the images of the burning towers and wisely say, "never forget," in reference to what our enemies have done to us. To me the most important thing is to remember who we are as a people.

Friday, April 19, 2013

The Price of Honor

What is honor and loyalty worth?

What is the highest price that you would personally be willing to pay in the name of honor or loyalty?

If you were a husband and father of three with a mortgage payment, would you be willing to give up your job and family’s security for the sake of preserving your personal honor and loyalty for the people to whom you owe your success?

This next post is about a man who I have loved and respected pretty much all of my life, mostly because he is my father.

His father was the Chief of Police in Clyde Ohio a number of years ago. Some of his life was spent in the Army in the early days of the Cold War in West Berlin at just about the time the Soviets were putting up the Berlin Wall. He has been Clyde’s finance director twice. For a number of years in my youth he worked as a manager for Sears. He worked for the Sandusky County Auditor’s office for a number of years and actually ran for the position of auditor twice. Now he is a truck driver.

Other than that, when it come down to it there is very little about him personally that you couldn’t guess in a few hours of conversation. If you sit and talk to him—and he would be very willing to talk to you—you would quickly find that he lives his life according to the rule of “treat others as you wish to be treated,” pretty much most of the time. Sometimes he can be a little bit stubborn but really, who do you know who isn’t? (Welcome to Earth!) He is just an average guy.

But everybody has something about them which occasionally allows them to do things that they would think are just the normal decent thing to do, which when viewed by others seems to be outstanding. My father is no exception to that rule.

As I mentioned earlier he worked at Sears. He was the manager of the appliance store in Ironton Ohio during the very early seventies. His store, if I am not mistaken about what he told me, was the third highest rated in the region. It takes a lot of good employees, teamwork and leadership to achieve a status like this.

At that time, Sears had a type of gain-sharing/pension program, which was in part based on the seniority of the employees. The longer you were there, the more you made, assuming of course you continued to do a good job while you were there. His store had a number of people who were making some pretty good money.

One day my father was called into a meeting by the area managers and was told to fire three of his top employees because they were making too much money in the gain-sharing/pension program. He told them that they were his best employees, that their attendance was good, their work was good and they were a large part of why his store was doing its business so well. Their reply was “just make something up that you can use as a reason to fire them and we will back you up.”

“And if I don’t fire them?” he asked.

“We’ll fire you,” was their reply.

So, you have your house payments, your wife, your three kids, your hopes of buying that nice boat, financial security and a nice job; everything that defines success in middle-class America, all at risk. Suddenly you have to weigh these things against your own personal honor and integrity.

Knowing my father, my best guess is that he just couldn’t live with himself if he had to spend the rest of his life looking in the mirror knowing he had pulled the rug out from under three other people to whom he owed his success. Exactly how the hatchet fell I have never asked him. I’m sure it involved him going back to the store, pulling those other three employees into a meeting, and telling them what was going on, and that he would back them up in the court case if they decided to pursue it. When the area managers found out, they fired him. I’m sure that is a pretty close bet.

It takes a lot to be able to do something like this. To risk, or overtly throw aside, your material gains in the world to preserve your honor and integrity. It’s a hard choice that life sometimes hands us all. This one decision not only has the potential to define us for a lifetime but can also define whom our posterity, and theirs, and theirs, becomes in future lifetimes. If a choice like this ever comes your way, I hope you make it a good one. We are the people who define the world we live in and we do it by making such choices.

You don’t have to be a “hero” to do something exceptional and show that you have honor. Even if you have honor you don’t have to show it. You could be a just an average guy, like my father.

Incidentally, I think the other three employees were fired and ended up suing the crap out of Sears, so they got what they earned anyway. It only took Dad a few weeks to find a better paying job. But that is the beginning of another story…

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Mike Tucker's Story

I would like to tell you about a friend of mine from work. His name is Mike Tucker.

In September of 1990 Mike did something that a lot of people do in their lifetimes. He made a very bad mistake. He got drunk and got into his car. While on his way to wherever he was going he, in his drunkenness, took a corner way too fast and hit the curb. In the seconds that followed his car became airborne and flipped over. Not wearing a seatbelt he was ejected from the car and struck a tree, crushed his right shoulder and twisted his spine. The hospital in Monroe Michigan decided that they couldn’t do what needed to be done for him and decided to Life-Flight him to the Toledo Hospital. While in transit he died.

At this point you may be wondering why his story is on this site which is dedicated to the better side of humanity and I would not fault you a bit for that assessment. Here we have a drunk driver. In this society this is one of the biggest taboos. Any of us might consider ourselves lucky to have not been the object that his car struck as it flew out of control. He might have killed any number of people in this tragic, completely avoidable and quite frankly stupid accident. But he got lucky, as did we, and missed the rest of us; otherwise the ending of his story might have been quite different.

So why is Mike on this site?

After being dead for nearly two minutes he was resuscitated but remained, for the most part, unconscious. Three weeks later, he briefly woke up in the hospital and was told by the doctors that he would never walk again. After several weeks more unconsciousness, arrangements were made to outfit his parent’s house to accommodate a wheelchair and he moved back home.

During the next two years his shoulder was reconstructed but being unable to move his legs he was still confined to a wheelchair. Feeling somewhat sorry for himself he began to push his friends and family away. Soon he had lost everybody. After all, who wants to sit around with somebody who is bent on feeling sorry for himself? He began to gain so much weight that the doctor asked him if he was trying to commit suicide.

Still wondering why Mike is here? Check this out… One day he was sitting by himself and had a realization, “I have NEVER given up on anything else before in my life, why start now?” And from that moment his life changed. He went back to school and learned electronics. He got a job and through many hours of hard work got promoted within the company to a supervisory position and in fact ran one of the company’s factories. After living with family members for a number of years he bought his own house and moved out on his own.

Impressive as it is for him to accomplish all of that, it is still not the reason that I put his story here. If I’m not mistaken I met Mike at work in late 1993. During the time since then I have never heard him utter a single word about how unfortunate his accident was. I have never heard from him a single word about him feeling sorry for himself or anything that would even come close to it. I have never heard him ask for help from anybody for anything because of his disability; save the occasional time when he can’t reach the top shelf. I have never once heard him curse his fate or even call himself disabled. In fact one time I was talking to him about another friend of mine who is on government disability and unable to walk and his quiet reply was simply “I don’t believe in disability, your friend isn’t trying hard enough.” Mike has never said anything of it other than what happened to him is completely his own fault and responsibility.

I know that if the rest of the people of the world had this man’s drive, his utter refusal to give up and acknowledge defeat when acknowledging defeat was the most obvious thing in the world he could have done, this world would be a much better place to live in. And that is why Mike’s story is on this site.