The #OrlandoShooting: It’s Always the Same; It’s Just a Shame. That’s All.

One of many shrines for a bogus event.

One of many shrines for a bogus event.

I’ve been off Facebook since early March. While I miss certain things about having a visible, active online persona — being tagged in photos; people “liking” said photos; feeling validated by said “likes” (but only if there are an adequate number of “likes,”  otherwise my happenings may not be “likable” enough, which might suggest I’m not “likable” enough as a person); learning what former classmates had for dinner, and how they felt about it; receiving daily updates on ex-girlfriends’ kids; and so on, deactivating my profile has effectively removed me from the constant onslaught of (mostly useless) information, an overload effect I call “news feed anxiety.” I’m no longer exposed to the inane public “discussions” that comprise our synthetic, engineered monoculture, and no longer have much cognizance of overblown, ridiculous, and utterly unimportant nonsense that passes as “news,” which is then distilled down to an even more inane hashtag, thus perpetuating the whirlwind of amorphous sludge that is “public opinion.” Nor am I exposed to the endless tirade of “election” articles: so much time, effort, attention and for something that is largely controlled by forces other than we the people, is both both comical and depressing — comical in that it’s such a joke and waste of time, and depressing for those same reasons, and because people care so much about something that’s more or less pre-determined. Nor am I exposed to daily update on my exes’ kids; not that I’m bitter or anything, it’s just weird, unnatural, and has no precedence in history.

Being away from social media also means I find out about things to old-fashioned way: word of mouth. I may not be the first to learn of the big news items, but at least I get to learn of it on my own terms rather than having it thrusted in my face. The paradigm change has been a nice reprieve thus far, and, God willing, I hope to continue in this mode of existence for as long as I can.

In this organic way of learning about the events of the day, I noticed the rainbow flag at half mast the other day. I had just spent the day hiking with some friends and was in an elated mood. We noticed the half-mast flag on the most-prominent landmark of our liberal city, but we didn’t know why. Some quick smartphone browser searching on my friend’s part revealed the reason: the worst mass-casualty event in U.S. history, this one taking place at a gay nightclub in Orlando, leaving 50 dead (49 not counting the “shooter”) and 53 wounded.

As I’ve written before, my default position whenever this type of event occurs is one of skepticism; in the past, these “shootings” have been more stagecraft than reality. In other words, it’s a “false flag.” While I didn’t know any of the specifics about what happened in Orlando, my mind went to false-flag mode, which, even early on, was validated by the supposed shooter’s supposed connection to “ISIS (wink wink, nudge nudge).” And given the event’s close proximity to the accursed “pride” celebrations taking place this month, it seemed a little too coincidental to be true.

After I parted ways with my friends, the first thing I did upon arriving back at my apartment was visiting the authority for American Gladio events: American Everyman. I then read the handful or articles blog runner Scott Creighton had posted since Sunday morning, and sure enough, my initial inclinations of this being another false flag event seemed correct. Lest we forget, here’s a checklist of a false flag:

false-flag

Judging by this criteria, the Pulse event seems to bear all these hallmarks. Anyone who digs into these events and truly studies the (ever-changing) details can see that it’s all suspect and doesn’t really add up. Problem is, most of the American public neither has the attention span nor the motivation to examine the facts themselves and come to their own conclusion about these types of things. Rather, they believe whatever is told to them through channels of communication that have been known to lie and/or misrepresent events on a consistent basis. Reading into the details of this and other events like it requires too much work for the entertainment-wired mind of the average person; they can tell you all about the unfolding “drama” of the Cleveland Cavaliers, or about the next comic book blockbuster coming out, but pointing out the incongruities of this event, or even discussing the history of Operation Gladio as a whole, are somehow irrelevant or, at worst, a mere crack-pot “conspiracy theory.” I hate to break it to you, though, but people conspire all the time, and to believe that we, as Americans, are incapable of being manipulated because we are the freest, most-enlightened, reality-TV-watching, brain-rotting-pop-music-listening peoples to have ever lived, is naive and misinformed.

The Pulse event is no exception to the recent string of overly hyped, highly story-lined and opportunely timed shootings. Details, like the ones listed below, take a backseat to the sheer emotionality of the event: People died! How could you even suggest it’s fake?!?! I don’t care about things like facts. The horror! The horror! is the prevailing attitude. We become so blinded by the pictures of crying people, distraught family members, and political calls to action that details seem unimportant in comparison. But when dealing with reality and truth, these details are of utmost importance. Details like (and I owe much credit to Scott Creighton and Team Wake ‘Em Up for these observations):

I could go on, but those are enough to at least convince me that, once more, this supposed “tragedy” seems fishy. It’s also worth noting this took place during “Pride Month,” with the major “pride” celebrations about to take place next week. The rainbow flags were already flown in full force in my neighborhood, but now the colors have almost a persecuted, martyr-like quality to them, even though the perpetrator of this violence was from within, not without — if you believe the narrative, that is. It’ll be interesting to see how this will affect the tenor of next week’s “celebrations,” and by “interesting,” I mean I’ll be doing my best to avoid all of it. I predict the celebrations will have more of an aggressive tone rather than a somber one, with the agitprop display in Orlando serving as the fuel to an already out-of-control fire.

This most-recent chapter in what the alternative media calls the “daily shooter phenomena” is, like the others, another example of easily the mainstream media can manipulate the public with, as Jay Dyer terms it, “smoke and mirrors.” It’s a soap opera. It’s theater. It’s bad TV, but worse: people think it’s real, and is used as the basis for real-world decisions, like Congress immediately calling for even more gun restrictions and mental hygiene laws in the wake of this recent installment of mass trickery.

What will be difficult for me is that, not only is the LGBTQ community based on a lie and is total social engineering, designed to destroy its participants and destabilize society in general, but that much of this year’s fervor will be fueled by the lie that is the Orlando “shooting.” That’s double the deception; there is nary anything real about it, and not to mention the LGBTQ community has engaged in hoax “attacks” before, in order to garner sympathy to their “cause.” Knowing this, it creates a tension within me; I want to share my views and lead whomever I can away from this falsehood, but ultimately cannot. No one would listen. No one would care. In fact, I’d expect hostility and ridicule. That’s why I write this post, and why I have this blog in general: to put to words things I believe need to be said, but don’t necessarily want to be heard. Some (most) may say that suggesting these events and other like them are more stagecraft than reality is “insensitive,” “sick” or even “crazy.” I used to think so, too. But peering behind the vale of emotionalism and sensationalism to see the details, one can quickly discern that it never adds up, and never makes much sense. People become so blinded by the fantastical nature of these events that logic and objectivity become non-existent, and to employ them in times like this is tantamount to modern-day heresy. But would you rather believe the validity of these events, wholeheartedly and unquestioning, and live in fear — which is one of the end desired end goals in a strategy of tension — or rather think for yourself and not blow whichever way the media dictates?

Coming back from the park with my friends Sunday night, I saw people leaving a vigil for the “victims” in the Orlando “shooting.” Most had candles in hand. There are shrines erected throughout this city and elsewhere, commemorating what we are being told is the worst mass-shooting event in U.S. history. I mourn, too, but for different reasons. I mourn because, in a time when having faith in God is seen by many as “foolish,” people will faithfully trust whatever they read/hear in the news, even though those very outlets have lied (and outright staged events) in the past. I mourn because this bogus event will be used to further galvanize the destructive LGBTQ movement, and catalyze the continual erosion of our Constitutional rights. I mourn because what they don’t know — or rather, what they don’t want to know.

As for myself, I’m not sure I want to really delve into these types of occurrences anymore. It takes a lot of work piecing together a narrative that doesn’t make sense, and expending one’s energy to wade through the smoke-and-mirror details can be a fruitless endeavor. I might not write about the future bogus mass-casualty events to the extent I’ve written on this one, San Bernadino and Umpqua Community College, but I believe I’ve illustrated enough examples so that the few readers I have can also examine these events in the skeptical, critical light they deserve. My attitude going forward is: you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. You will almost certainly see this pattern again — readymade narrative, questionable witnesses, confusing/changing details, no motive, political calls to actions, etc. There’s no creativity, and there doesn’t need to be; people will believe it anyway, no matter how ridiculous. It’ll just be more of this recycled formula. As one of my favorite bands said it best: “It’s always the same; it’s just a shame. That’s all.”

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