Paul is Dead at the End of the World - Pt. 1
I've recently decided that as an artist, my perfect medium is "large head cartoons with clipped, synthetic voices".

So, without any further ado...

Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean that they're not trying to poison you
It seems as if someone's up to no good.

Unless you've been under a rock the past few days, you're probably somewhat aware of headlines such as this:

Mexico swine flu deaths spur global epidemic fears

You may even be aware of the fact that this particular flu, that is threatening to become a pandemic, "combines genetic material from pigs, birds, and humans in a way researchers have not seen before"

What you're probably not aware of is that a company called Baxter was recently caught "mistakenly" doing just that.

And by "just that", I mean that Baxter was mixing bird flu and human-infecting swine flu.

And by "mistakenly", I mean deliberately.

And by "recently", I mean less than two months ago.

Virus mix-up by lab could have resulted in pandemic

March 6, 2009

"It's emerged that virulent H5N1 bird flu was sent out by accident from an Austrian lab last year and given to ferrets in the Czech Republic before anyone realised. As well as the risk of it escaping into the wild, the H5N1 got mixed with a human strain, which might have spawned a hybrid that could unleash a pandemic.

Last December, the Austrian branch of US vaccine company Baxter sent a batch of ordinary human H3N2 (SWINE) flu, altered so it couldn't replicate, to Avir Green Hills Biotechnology, also in Austria. In February, a lab in the Czech Republic working for Avir alerted Baxter that, unexpectedly, ferrets inoculated with the sample had died. It turned out the sample contained live H5N1 (BIRD) flu, which Baxter uses to make vaccine. The two seem to have been mixed in error.

Markus Reinhard of Baxter says no one was infected because the H3N2 was handled at a high level of containment. But Ab Osterhaus of Erasmus University in the Netherlands says: "We need to go to great lengths to make sure this kind of thing doesn't happen."

Accidental release of a mixture of live H5N1 and H3N2 viruses could have resulted in dire consequences.
While H5N1 doesn't easily infect people, H3N2 viruses do. If someone exposed to a mixture of the two had been simultaneously infected with both strains, he or she could have served as an incubator for a hybrid virus able to transmit easily to and among people."

But wait -  it gets even better!

You'll never guess which company has been contracted to produce a vaccine to stop the current swine flu outbreak.

No, really.  You'll never, ever guess, so I'll just tell you.

Illinois-based Baxter working on vaccine to stop swine flu outbreak in Mexico

By Associated Press

9:22 PM CDT, April 25, 2009

"Specialty drug maker Baxter International Inc. will work with the World Health Organization to develop a vaccine that could stem an outbreak of a deadly swine flu strain in Mexico.

Baxter spokesman Christopher Bona said Saturday that the Deerfield, Ill.-based company has asked the WHO for a sample of the flu strain.

He says Baxter has patented technology that allows the company to develop vaccines in half the time it usually takes — about 13 weeks instead of 26.

There have been 20 confirmed deaths in Mexico of the swine flu, with nonfatal cases also confirmed in Kansas and California.

Humans don't have a natural immunity to swine flu strain that emerged in Mexico in March. Officials have warned the outbreak could become a global epidemic."

Now, if you're thinking that this confluence of events and circumstances is all just a wacky coincidence, and that conspiracy theories are crazy, and that I'm just a paranoid, unpatriotic asshole, I would like to respectfully ask you to fuck off, because the period where we trust governments and corporations to NOT infect us for profit are fucking over, ok?

Because that's exactly what they've been doing for quite a while now.

If you don't believe me, watch this:


Or this:

One and one and one is three
Who is the person pictured below?

How about this guy?

What about this chap?

If you answered Paul McCartney for all three of the above photos, I don't think that anyone would have a problem.  Especially if all three of the photos were published in a Beatles periodical like the one below.  After all, if shown a person who looks like Paul McCartney, in a context where one is expecting Paul McCartney, it's perfectly reasonable to assume that the person is Paul McCartney. 

In fact, the first three photos in this post are indeed from Issue #61 of The Beatles Book (shown above), which was published in August of 1968.

As you might expect though, it's not quite that simple.  Otherwise, I wouldn't be bothering with it, would I?

I've actually cropped the first three "McCartney" images from this one:

The photo above is from a yacht trip around New York City in 1968 when Lennon and McCartney were in town for the launch of their new company, Apple. 

Here is the photo as it appeared in the Beatles Book, published in 1968:

So who are these three people?  Why are there three different people on this boat who look a lot like Paul McCartney? 

Is it just a coincidence that three people, who all bear a striking resemblance to McCartney, just happened to be aboard this yacht?

Or was Lennon trying to tell us something in Come Together?

"One and one and one is three
Got to be good looking, 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together
Right now
Over me"

I think that maybe "good looking" means that we need to open our eyes and examine things more closely. 

I see three Paul McCartneys on that boat.

What do you see?

Incidentally, have a look at this post for more evidence of multiple Pauls.

Chased by Buttermaker

It's extremely rare that I remember my dreams for more than a few seconds after waking.

Last night, however, I dreamt that I was being chased by Walter Matthau on a bicycle.  Well, that's not 100% true.  More specifically, I was being chased by Walter Matthau as Coach Buttermaker from The Bad News Bears.  Oh, and Walter was the only one on a bicycle.  I was running, but in that very specific, treadmillesque dream style, where based on the energy put forth, you really should be running a lot faster than you are, but you're barely moving.

Another oddity (assuming anything in a dream can actually be considered odd) is that there was no speaking.  I mean, why dream about Walter Matthau if his voice (one of his more distinguishing characteristics) is not featured? 

Lastly, his expression never changed.  It was like he was either a cardboard cutout, or had been lobotomized.  Both of these scenarios make the bike riding seem very questionable, though.


1. What does this mean?

2. Why on earth is this the dream I remember?????

The Money Masters

If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their  currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks...will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.... The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.

... The modern theory of the perpetuation of debt has drenched the earth with blood, and crushed its inhabitants under burdens ever accumulating. -Thomas Jefferson

History records that the money changers have used every form of abuse, intrigue, deceit, and violent means possible to maintain their control over governments by controlling money and its issuance. -James Madison

If congress has the right under the Constitution to issue paper money, it was given them to use themselves, not to be delegated to individuals or corporations. -Andrew Jackson

The Government should create, issue, and circulate all the currency and credits needed to satisfy the spending power of the Government and the buying power of  consumers. By the adoption of these principles, the taxpayers will be saved immense sums of interest. Money will cease to be master and become the servant of humanity. -Abraham  Lincoln


A few weeks ago, I posted the video series Money As Debt, and strongly suggested that you all watch it. 

I have recently come across a 3.5 hour video called The Money Masters, which is Money As Debt ON STEROIDS.

Please, please, please watch it. 

If you do, the current state of the world will make much more sense to you.  I promise.

Watch it here

A note about your owners
I was going to write about slavery in the modern world. 

I was going to point out that you all voluntarily accept it, while mistakenly believing yourselves to be free.

I was going to mention the state of constant war over the past 60 years.  

I had planned on explaining that the United States (and every other country with a Central Bank) borrows money AT INTEREST in order to pay for this state of constant war.

I wanted to clue you in to the fact that the debt associated with this borrowing is THE REASON for the unconstitutional income tax that you are forced to pay, and that if you'd do a little research, you'd find out that the income tax was only introduced after the unconstitutional creation of the Federal Reserve in 1913.

I was going to steer you towards the idea that your birth certificate is used by the United States government AS COLLATERAL, and that the government's line of credit with the Federal Reserve is tied directly to your expected future earnings.

I thought it would be useful to remind you that former C.I.A. Director and noted "boating accident" victim, William Colby once famously said that "The Central Intelligence Agency owns everyone of any significance in the major media".  I was going to encourage you to think long and hard about that and to seriously consider the ramifications of such a reality.

I was going to bring to your attention the fact that JFK was planning to issue a silver-backed currency to compete with the ponzi scheme, inflationary Federal Reserve notes that are making the international bankers filthy, stinking, uber-powerfully rich, and I was going to strongly suggest that you consider THAT to be the real reason for his assassination.

I thought that I might ask you to seriously consider the high probability that the "impending global economic collapse" that we are facing has been carefully engineered by the same people who took care of JFK, due to the fact that this particular economic system (and perhaps even the United States itself) has played itself out and requires a reboot of some sort .

I was going to spend a lot of time and effort on this piece, using bold text for especially important passages, and including several links to "reputable" sources when I remembered that I'm not famous, don't write for a "real" publication, and most importantly, I'm not on TV, and as such, I'm nothing more than a "crazy conspiracy theorist".

With this in mind, I'm going to hit you with some George Carlin, who is/was famous, and did appear on TV.  It seems as if he managed to figure it all out before he left us, and actually dared to spill some of the beans.

The text of his statement is below the video...

"There's a reason education sucks and it's the same reason why it will never, ever, ever be fixed. It's never gonna get any better...don't look for it. Be happy with what you got. Because the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now...the big, wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice . . . you don’t. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own, and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear.

They got you by the balls.

They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying . . . lobbying, to get what they want . . . Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I’ll tell you what they don’t want . . . they don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that . . . that doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests. That’s right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fuckin' years ago. They don’t want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers . . . Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they're coming for your Social Security money. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it . . . they’ll get it all from you sooner or later cause they own this fuckin' place. It’s a big club and you ain't in it.

You and I are not in The big club. By the way, it’s the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Good honest hard-working people . . . white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means . . . continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t give a fuck about you . . . they don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t care about you at all . . . at all . . . at all, and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. That’s what the owners count on.

The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth. It’s called the American Dream cause you have to be asleep to believe it . . .”

Lions Eating People
What the fuck is going on?

How, exactly have people been convinced that they like the atonal, non-melodic, idiotic posturing that now somehow passes for music?

"Art" has become THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES, on Red Bull.  

I defy anyone, and I do mean any_fucking_one to explain to me why they like this worthless piece of shit called (of course) Swagger Like Us.

And don't even attempt to say something like "oh I guess someone's getting old", or "gee, it looks like someone got up on the wrong of side the bed today", because this has nothing to do with generation gaps or my current mood.  It has EVERYTHING to do with my general intolerance for stupidity, arrogance, and outright condescension masquerading as art.  No, I take some of that back.  There's no longer even an attempt to masquerade.  The fucking emperor no longer even believes in the clothes.  He's just standing there, naked, smacking you in the face with his dick, daring you to prove that it's not the goddamn mic stand.

And yes, I DO realize that the above metaphor is somewhat unwieldy, but you'll think it works because I'm telling you that it does.

Money As Debt

Holy fucking shit.

It's been almost two months since my previous post, and that one was really just a fun diversion (for me) away from the rest of the mind-bogglingly stupid fake reality that I SHOULD be writing about.

My reason for writing about the replacement of Paul McCartney was to put the idea into your heads that your reality is manipulated, and that you can't trust anything that you've been told.  That in fact, NOTHING IS REAL.  It's also a subject that I find endlessly fascinating, so I hoped that I could write something enjoyable, and still make an important point without subjecting myself to the extreme cognitive dissonance that comes along with trying to wake people up to a reality that they flat out refuse to wake up to.

With each passing day, I get closer and closer to grabbing people by their collars and screaming at them. 

Your goddamn fantasy baseball team doesn't matter!  It didn't even matter DURING THE ACTUAL FUCKING SEASON, let alone now that the season's over.  Your ability to reel off Matt Holiday's slugging percentage for the past 3 seasons makes me want to repeatedly ram your head into the green fucking monster!

Really, people.  WAKE THE FUCK UP.  

Sports, TV, the fake news, the fake criticism of the fake news (Meet The Press/John Stewart/Face The Nation, etc), movies, video games, internet porn, your 8 to 10 hour per day job.

All of this stuff exists to make money for bankers and corporate shareholders, and to keep you so fucking entertained that you would never think to question anything, and so busy that if by chance you did actually think to question something, you wouldn't have the time or the energy to investigate it.

Matt Holiday's slugging percentage DOES NOT MATTER.

What DOES matter is that the world is run by international bankers, and Central Banks like the United States Federal Reserve are the mechanism for this is hidden rule.

I wrote an extremely detailed piece about the ponzi scheme known as fractional reserve banking in my old blog, but it was deleted by Google.  In fact, there's not even a record of its existence in the wayback machine, which tells me that this is very important information that you're not supposed to know.

I'm too fucking exhausted to attempt to recreate that piece now, but I'm BEGGING you to forget about Matt Holiday's batting statistics, and Lost, and The Daily Show, and hope, and change, and Miley Cyrus, and buying that new Blackberry for 50 freaking minutes, which will give you enough time to watch Money As Debt.

At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I believe that this may be the most important 50 minutes of your life, because this is the system that has LITERALLY enslaved humanity for hundreds of years.  This is the system that creates national debts, inflation, and causes virtually every war.  Yes, INCLUDING the one the Messiah is ramping up again in Afghanistan.

Literally NOTHING else matters if you don't understand the concept of money as debt.

So please.

Pretty please.

Watch it.

YOU say GOODBYE, and I say HELLO
"I am he,
as you are he,
as you are me,
and we are all together"

If one were to mirror the words LONELY HEARTS on the cover of the Beatles Sgt. Pepper album, one would see the following:


or broken down...

I ONE = 11

IX = 9

So, in European parlance, we have 9/11 HE DIE, with a DIAMOND pointing up, directly at the blue-suited Paul.

Now, I'm not going to waste your time with the HOURS UPON HOURS of evidence indicating that something strange has been going on with Paul McCartney since at least September 11, 1966. 

I will mention however, that there are lots of people who believe that the original James Paul McCartney died in a car crash on 9/11/66, and was replaced in time for the "Penny Lane" single, which was released on February 17,1967.

There are others who believe that James Paul McCartney did NOT die, but was replaced at this same time, for other reasons.  It gets very, very complicated, and can entail cloning, reincarnation, the Tavistock institute, MI6, Venus, Aleister Crowley (who is on the Pepper cover, btw), the solar deities (Horus, Apollo, Jesus, etc), Lucifer, ancient Egypt (Beetle = Scarab), and much, much, more.  Regardless of the specific details, though, just understand that the PWR (Paul Was Replaced) crowd believes that the original James Paul McCartney AND his replacement(s) have been playing the role of Paul McCartney since 9/11/66.

So as I said, there are theories, and there are theories, within theories, within theories, and it can all get a bit out of hand if one tries to absorb it all in one sitting (or in one month, for that matter).  In fact, the phrase "a mystery wrapped in an enigma" could have been invented specifically to describe the PWR phenomenon. With that in mind, I'm going to dip the newcomer's toe into the shallow end of this pool with a few easy to digest physical clues indicating that there may have been multiple Paul McCartneys, and you, the reader, will be left to make of it what you will. 


On November 16, 1979, Paul McCartney released a Christmas single titled "Wonderful Christmas Time".  There's a very brief moment in the video where two Paul McCartneys find themselves face to face with one another, and damned if it doesn't appear as if one of them is wearing the face that he keeps in a jar by the door.  You'd never even really notice it without the ability to pause, rewind, play, pause, rewind, play again, etc, but that's what Youtube is for, isn't it?

Here's a still of the "money shot" that I pulled from the video.  Pay special attention to the nose, ears, and sideburns.

And to put the still into context, watch the video below.  The 2-Paul sequence begins at around 1:54.

I think it's pretty obvious that one of the following is going on:

1. These are two different, although remarkably similar looking people.

2. The "Paul" on the right is wearing prosthetics in order to appear *almost* exactly like the "Paul" on the left.

3. The "Paul" on the right is a 1979 version of a special effect.  What I mean is that he's really the same person as the "Paul" on the left, but for some weird reason, his appearance has been doctored to make him look slightly "off" (the nose, ear, and sideburns).

I submit to you that all of these possibilities beg one question. 


Why not just use a special effect to insert the "real Paul" opposite himself?  After all, they're only on screen together for THREE seconds, and again, I don't think there were too many people taping this video in 1979 and meticulously going over every second of it in order to spot the subtle differences between the two Pauls.

This is, very simply, a very strange sequence to have included in this video.  To me, it smacks of someone who's pulled the wool over everyone's eyes and has been getting away with it for so long that he's gotten brazen enough to just hide the deception right out there in plain sight.  He's messing with us.  After all, nobody's going to notice, and even if someone DOES notice, 29 years later, they'll just seem crazy if they try to point it out.  I mean, c'mon, this is Paul freaking McCartney we're talking about here! 

I DO realize that this is a hard pill to swallow, and I'm not here to twist anyone's arm.  Believe what you want to believe, but I submit to you that at the very least, there has been some VERY strange stuff going on with not only Paul McCartney, but the Beatles as a whole, and they've gone to an awful lot of trouble to leave a breadcrumb trail of clues in all of their work from 1967 through the present day.  This particular glass onion is something that you'll need to peel slowly, and on your own.  I think that if you put in some time though, you'll find that the layers of this onion might just turn out to be the "kaleidoscope eyes" that Lennon told us about in "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds", and the world may never look the same to you again.

If you find yourself intrigued by the notion that one of the most talented and instantly recognizable human beings of the past 100 years could have been replaced, then you should pay a visit to the splendid NOTHING IS REAL forum.

If, on the other hand, you find this idea completely ridiculous, well...then pretend you never met me and step away from the blog slowly...

Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies!

When I was a really little kid of about six, I was already a really big music fan, but on a very limited scope.  My parents (my Dad, really) used to enjoy listening to fifties rock in the car, where the radio dial was always tuned to a terrific Philadelphia-based station called WFIL.  Sadly, it's now a Christian station, but in in the seventies, it was the perfect top 40 station, complete with goofily named DJs (Doctor Donald D. Rose), and hammy station IDs between commercials.  Some of my earliest memories are of sharing the back seat of our cigarette smoke-filled, shit-brown, 1975 Mercury Montego with my brother.  He's four years older than me so he was bound by Pennsylvania law to refer to me as either Moron or Idiot at all times, and to keep my head stored in the crook of his arm while punching the top of it.

The glorious '75 Montego

Anyhow, in addition to the top 40 of the day, WFIL also played a perfect selection of oldies.  This ruled really hard, because it was the only place in my town where you could hear stuff from the fifties, and I may never have been exposed to it otherwise.  Some of my favorite songs from the Montego days are “Cara Mia”, by Jay and the Americans, "Little Darlin", by The Diamonds, "You Cheated", by The Shields, and "Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On", by Jerry Lee Lewis, or THE KILLER, as my father used to say as he played drums (badly) on the steering wheel, while my mother had fake panic attacks and growled "Jesus Christ, Barry, just drive the friggin car."  I loved this music so much that it made me look forward to our Sunday drives, even though they also included the aforementioned sibling torture, enough second-hand smoke to strip the enamel off of your teeth, and a front seat populated by two people who could barely tolerate the sight of each other. 

Cara Mia, by Jay & The Americans 

Before long, I was craving music all of the time, so my parents taught me how to use their old console record player, which was made of real wood, was approximately the size of a walk-in freezer, and so amazingly cool looking that I would almost literally kill to have it now.

Neither of my parents have ever truly been music fans.  I mentioned earlier that my Father liked to listen to fifties rock, but only in the car, and my mom has never cared about music one way or another.  I think for my Dad, it just reminded him of when he was a kid in the fifties and had a cool car, a D.A., and used to cruise up and down main street trying to score chicks.  In any event, the point I'm trying to make is that even though they had a boss record player, they only had ten or fifteen albums, most of which were either Neil Diamond, Three Dog Night, or Elton John.  I was probably seven or eight at this point, and became Neil Diamond's biggest fan when I heard "Song Sung Blue", which I thought was "Song SONG Blue", and I proceeded to walk around singing the wrong chorus continuously for about six months straight.  Another important Neil Diamond song for me from this period is "I Am I Said", which has a line guaranteed to compel any seven year old: "And no one heard at all - not even the chair".  This line is just dynamite.  My most favorite Neil Diamond song of all time though, and one that made me dance around like an idiot on mushrooms even at that young age is the live version of "Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show", from the Neil Diamond GOLD album.  It's from 1971, when Diamond was still young, ballsy, played guitar on stage, and pushed his voice to the top of its range.  If you've never heard this record before, then you probably have absolutely no frame of reference for what I'm talking about, because this is so far from "Love On The Rocks", or "Forever In Blue Jeans", that it might as well be a completely different person.  Every time I play it for friends they are completely blown away, and that is why I am posting it here. 

Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show, by Neil Diamond



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