Trust No One Part 3

To the normal American citizen: Does it occur to you that some very evil and very, very, powerful, force is at work in these mass shootings? I’m as heartbroken as anyone over Sandy Hook at Newtown, Connecticut. Every time I hear another story about those murdered children and teachers I shed more tears. Below I’m going to suggest what might be happening. Please open your mind and consider it. More importantly, what do/can we do about it?

The original Manchurian Candidate movie appeared in 1962, with Frank Sinatra and Lawrence Harvey. A Korean War POW, was brainwashed by the Communists to become a political assassin. Then a movie of the same name appeared in 2004, with Denzel Washington. Without expanding on either movie their premise was the same: Brainwashing, Politics, Assassinations.

Do I believe brainwashing can work? Yes I do, and with today’s technologies, drugs, and techniques, I really believe it.

Who is this evil and very powerful force? One name they go by is the Illuminati (the “shadow” government?) a group of people—top bankers, CEOs, politicians, generals, ETC.—who want to control the world, and through bloodlines and birthrights consider themselves elite above all others. Dictionary definition: Persons claiming to possess special knowledge or enlightenment.

This photo has little to do with the post, except, maybe, the sun setting on America?

In my research of conspiracy theories and the Illuminati, one story that stands out is the suggestion that the Illuminati abduct individuals with certain qualities—shyness, quiet, loner, Etc.—and brainwash them to become mass shooters. Think about it: Most of the shooters are either completely whacko, or, at the end of their killing spree they shoot themselves. Brainwashing could work in either case: The sound of approaching sirens becomes the click to become either whacko, or to self-destruct, giving law enforcement, basically, nothing for clues. Adam Lanza was whacko and shot himself, evidently when he heard the sirens (so was he really whacko as some are suggesting, or just following his brainwashed commands?) Finding a suicide note tells us nothing, and hate material on a computer—both can be planted—also tells us nothing, not if the perpetrator is being controlled from afar. (If Adam Lanza tried to destroy his computer hard drive, that maybe was another brainwash command.)

According to Conspiracy theorists, America is #1 on the Illuminati’s list to disarm the civilian. These mass shootings continue to escalate to worse and worse, but it will be difficult to get worse than murdering 20 innocent six and seven-year-old children and their beautiful teachers. The only way it can get worse is to continue killing children, until the President with the backing of the entire Congress orders the army to do a house-to-house search to confiscate all guns.

After the American civilian is disarmed, America herself will not stand long, and when America is defeated, the rest of the world will follow, obediently, into slavery. Without nationwide Minutemen, so to speak, to 'defend...,' well, think of Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto’s words, “You cannot invade America. There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass.” But, no more…?

More gun control laws will not prevent these tragedies. There, I said it: I’m pro-gun rights. That last sentence may lose me half my audience, but remember, I asked you to open your mind, to consider what I’m saying.

As a last word, the Illuminati—or whoever they are—have been striving toward world domination for generations, even hundreds of years. It probably isn't something that could happen overnight, but these increasing mass shootings suggest they are getting impatient. Plus the heavily-monied Super PACs, officially known as “independent-expenditure”-only, committees, may not make contributions directly to candidates or parties, but can spend independently, and can raise funds from anybody, without any limit on donation. In other words, the Super PACs, can, basically, through advertising, pay the public to elect who the Super PAC wants, from local, to Congress, to the Presidency, and do it anonymously. Doesn't this sound a bit suspicious? Doesn't it sound like a huge, powerful, possibly/probably, evil, force is out there…and pushing for total control? Please remember Nazi Germany and Communist Russia. Do you think such an evil force cannot happen again? It has happened again and again from time immemorial. We, today, no matter how smart we think we are with our electronic gadgets, are not immune from totalitarianism.

One last entry: There appeared in The Forum, Fargo, North Dakota, a letter-to-the-editor Wednesday (12-19-12) from Will Oremus, who writes for the Slate online magazine. The headline for the letter: “Maybe America can learn from Australia’s example.” It describes a mass shooting that happened in the state of Tasmania in 1996 where 35 people were killed and 22 wounded, the worst in Australia’s history. Twelve days later Australia’s government enacted sweeping gun-control measures. I won’t try to repeat that very long letter, except for (to me) the worst: “…required that gun buyers present a “genuine reason” for needing…at the time of purchase…” I wonder if target shooting and hunting are genuine reasons? And is it up to the sales clerk to decide? Thank God I don’t live in Australia. Maybe the Illuminati have already taken control of that country.

I know, that sounds highly paranoid. But what if the conspiracy theorists (and me) are correct?

In that vein, then, here is the second prologue to my unfinished and untitled novel.

Anywhere, USA

Whit Malcolm’s day began like any other. He was just a normal twenty-two-year-old guy, nothing special about him except that he was shy and mostly kept to himself, but that’s what made him special, and another perfect choice. His sparse but well-kept room was three blocks from work so he always walked. The eastern sky was just beginning to lighten. He felt a prick on his buttocks and slapped at it. What he thought was a bee sting was his last cognizant thought. He didn't remember his quick decent to the sidewalk.

****

Whit wondered where he was, and what he was doing. He could hear two voices and could see two men—one older, one younger— talking before him. He thought they were speaking English but it sounded like gibberish. He managed to turn his head, both ways. There were two young men to his left and two young men and one young woman to his right. They were just sitting there, their eyes…he didn't know. Their eyes said nothing, like they were sleeping with their eyes open. Whit had occasionally done that too. Then he managed to look down. His hands were folded neatly on his lap. He tried moving the top one. It moved but barely, and in slow-motion.

A picture came into his head of him firing a weapon. He loved shooting guns, and loved the sound of the blasts. If he could do only one thing for the rest of his life it would be firing guns, all kinds, from the smallest .22 handgun to his favorite, a military M16, a weapon he had never touched. He even liked BB guns, but BB guns didn't make much noise.

He had never been in the military. He tried but it was discovered he had a heart murmur, whatever the hell that was. He felt nothing physically. According to Whit Malcolm he was one of the healthiest people around.

The gibberish voices intruded again. His mind picture disappeared as he focused on the two men…where are they? He thought the front of the room. There were two rows of chairs ahead of him. If he could just get closer maybe he could understand what they were saying. He told his legs to stand him up. Of course he didn't actually say anything to his legs; he just had the instinctive thought to stand and move. His legs did nothing. Whit realized that his legs did nothing, but he thought nothing out of the ordinary. He also realized that he didn't think being unable to move his legs was unusual. Basically he was there, and that was all he knew for sure.

****

“I like the new one for our next event,” the older man, about sixty, said, “His record says he spends every possible waking moment shooting. Unfortunately, the poor fellow has no weapons of his own, so has to rent them at the shooting range.”

“I have to agree,” the younger, maybe forty-five, said, “His friends and co-workers know that about him, so when he performs his mission, and his friends and co-workers are interviewed by the police, nobody will be surprised. In fact, some likely will say that they’re surprised Whit hadn't gone off the deep end long before.”

“What about our other subjects?”

“They’re coming along fine, in their…training. Two of the young men, though, we may have gone too far too quickly.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re exhibiting too much—for lack of a better word—whacko, in their day to day life. The people who know them best are beginning to wonder, maybe even are getting…nervous.”

“Do you mean family?”

“As required by our guidelines, we don’t choose people with good family ties. Mainly their co-workers and acquaintances are noticing. That would be OK if the subjects were farther along in their…training."

“ Doesn't matter. Our goal is to have as many mass shootings as possible. Even some of the staunch Republicans are beginning to take more gun control seriously, and after we turn our boy, Whit, here, loose, even the NRA might take notice. Hell, the President might even order the army to do a house-to-house confiscation of guns, and once the American civilians are disarmed, well, our plan can then move forward quite nicely.”

“So when is Whit’s mission planned?”

“Soon. After that first day of missed work, Whit has been showing up regularly for two weeks, and doing a better job. His superiors have noticed.”

“And his co-workers?”

“Most of them see him a little differently. They remember how he used to be, like his occasional rants about nothing important—which is what we want. His co-workers also continue to avoid him. With them it’s almost as if our boy, Whit, is a nonperson, which is also what we want. Just one more psycho with a gun. In another two or three days he will receive the weapons we've ordered for him, and he will not question their arrival.”

“And ammunition, high-capacity magazines, and a bullet-proof vest?”

“That will be along in another day or two after that.”

****

Whit’s thoughts and visions returned. He saw people falling, and screaming. He saw much blood spurting. He looked down. A gun. He was firing the gun that was causing all the screaming and blood.

He shook his head. He tried. His head barely shook, but enough to end that horrible scene. And what was that scene? Whit had enough mind left to realize that the scene was viciously violent, and something he would never, never, ever, do. So why was he dreaming that he would do it?

****

“You are coming along fine, too, my boy,” the older man said, patting the younger man’s shoulder, “If you keep performing your duties as well as you have you may just move up more quickly than others.”

“Thank you.”

From the author: So, are these mass shooters all brainwashed Manchurian Candidates? Think about it.

A repeat of the end-goal of the Illuminati: Extermination of 85% of not just America’s population, but the world’s, leaving 15% to slave and care for the elite: The Illuminati.
Not a pretty picture, is it?

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