So Trump cites an article which details a great humanitarian crisis; women from South and Central America who are clearly in the legal category of “refugee” are being subject to horrific sexual assault in their desperation to flee the violence in their countries of origin.

Somehow, Trump has twisted this Great Humanitarian Crisis into an alternative unreality wherein the United States is being overrun by rapists, criminals and drug dealers who have been sent here deliberately by the Mexican government. Much of ugly, racist, paranoid America in general has twisted this Great Humanitarian Crisis into an Invasion of Mexican Body Snatchers.

White American people have long expressed fears of people of color taking over – in an ill-defined way – and the hostile attitude toward Mesoamericans is but another sad example of this. The ugly, racist, paranoid American is of a profoundly dis-eased psyche, characterized by an intense self-loathing which is projected outwardly, in this case onto Mesoamericans. This is textbook Jungian psychoanalysis: A dysfunctional interpersonal relationship characterized by the projection of ones neuroses onto others, a neuroses born of a narcissistic inferiority complex.

The narcissist of course compensates for his feelings of inferiority with an exaggerated, overblown sense of themselves and Trump is a fine example of this. Trump inherited a great deal of money from his father and sets out to build an empire: He would fail and file for bankruptcy several times before managing to actually create something which generates a positive cash flow. He is hardly the astute empire-builder he fancies himself. Think of those who started with nothing.

There is no catastrophe of America being invaded and ruined by “the Mexicans.” The only thing invaded, ruined and destroyed is Turtle Island, which the delusional Europeans have turned into a sewer with toxic and industrial waste and pollution and oppression and so on. There is a legacy of Europeans immigrating to North American and there is a legacy of Mesoamericans immigrating to North America; of course the ugly racist paranoid white American thinks very highly of the legacy of European immigration, which is characterized as oppressed people escaping unto freedom.
But “the Mexicans” are lawbreakers and the the ugly racist paranoid white American proclaim the Rule of Law as their Great Passion: They are not ugly racist paranoid hypocrites but principled Upholders of the Law. Of course the articles of the Refugee Convention of 1951 along with the 1984 Convention Against Torture articulate quite clearly the principle of non-refoulement; it is against the law to return refugees to their countries of origin if a threat of violence exists.
Here is  link which details how in Los Angeles immigrants from Mexico are the most successful:
Ellis Island was expanded by way of landfill, from material leftover from subway projects and so on. Give some thought to that.
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What is a Magic Bullet Person, you ask?

Well, Magic Bullet People are those who believe anything the government or mass media tells them, no matter how ridiculous or outrageously unbelievable it is. The term itself is, as you’ve probably guessed by now, born of the explanation given by Arlen Specter to account for how a single bullet caused 7 different entry/exit wounds during JFK’s assassination. This bullet is said to have been found on a gurney at the Dallas hospital in pristine condition.

Magic Bullet People suffer from an extreme deprivation of critical thinking skills and are psychologically unable to accept anything contrary to their perception of reality. They ridicule anyone who is aware of the fact that people in high places very oftentimes manipulate our perceptions via massive patterns of deceit as “conspiracy theorists.”

Magic Bullet People will accept the most egregious falsehoods without question and are easily manipulated and mislead. Consider this 9/11 footage of the 47-story building 7 coming down; defying the laws of physics entirely, the collapse occurs at near free-fall speed and follows the path of greatest resistance, with the entire building falling straight down and very neatly, right into it’s own footprint:

The collapse of this building is officially explained as resulting from “raging fires.”A Magic Bullet Person can be defined as anyone who would accept this explanation for the collapse of building 7, for example.

As another example, consider this supposedly “eyewitness account” from Gene Rosen after the alleged mass-shooting at Sandy Hook elementary school in Newtown:

Now, any person who can think critically would immediately recognize the ridiculousness of this man’s story. Obviously, whatever adult that was said to be there with these children would have called the police, telling them that he and the children had escaped the school grounds. The area would have been flooded with police cars and emergency vehicles. Any person who came upon such a scene as described by Mr. Rosen would immediately inquire as to what was going on and been told by the adult that a horrible mass shooting had just occurred; both the man and, especially, the children, would of course be in a state of very-high excitation and hysteria, not sitting in a circle in a “nice little way.” Mr. Rosen would in subsequent interviews describe sitting inside his house with these children for hours, giving them toys to play with and eventually getting in touch with their parents by “calling the bus company,” who then for some reason provided Mr. Rosen with all of the children’s home phone numbers, as opposed to telling him to call the police. He then calls each of the children’s homes and instructs the parents to pick them up. Of course, to this day, nobody knows who this “bus driver” man was nor have we heard from any of the parents of these children. It turned out that Gene Rosen was a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Amazing coincidence right? (cough)

More recently we have this incident of a black Infiniti smashing into the White House gate. This was another false-flag operation, intending to terrorize and frighten President Obama, because of his resistance to war against Syria and his overtures to Iran.

Isn’t it remarkable how this cameraman from al Hurra just so happens to be perfectly positioned to capture this on film? The sound of gunshots was not in the original video but edited in later, by the way, and somehow no bullet-hole type of damage can be seen anywhere on the photos of the black Infiniti, only scrapes from contacts with the police car.

What is actually being filmed is part of an emergency-readiness drill being carried out, called Capital Shield 2014. Note how it says that one of the aspects of this drill is “law enforcement tactical responses” and that is what is actually being filmed. Read here:

Now have a look at this video of a Capitol police car  crashing into a police barrier:

This is a part of the same drill. The woman, who of course is positioned perfectly for the purpose of filming, is an actress; notice how she feigns shock and surprise, but what was she doing there and why was she filming? Remember, this a drill to prepare first responders, that is how the crashing of the police car is to be understood, that is why it happened. Now, didn’t a photo image of this smashed up police car appear in press coverage of this event, and didn’t the media describe it as having been slammed into by the alleged driver of the black Infiniti, Miriam Carey?  

So do you still think conspiracy theorists are crazy?

These are just a few examples, but we could spend a great deal of time documenting all of the many absurdities fed to the public. Amazingly, those of us whom the Magic Bullet People characterize as “conspiracy theorists” most oftentimes find ourselves in a defensive position-posture, whenever we collide in the public square, on television news programs and so on.

This essay intends aims to expand our nomenclature. We are familiar with terms such as “new world order” or “invisible government” and the like. This writer would like to introduce the term “Magic Bullet People(or)Persons” as means of better equipping our collective with the necessary offensive ordnance. Anyone who finds this expression useful should begin employing it.

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The Black Messiah

In March 1968, FBI director J. Edgar Hoover issued a directive detailing the long range goals of it’s counter-intelligence program known as COINTELPRO.

Prominent among these aims is to “prevent the rise of a messiah who could unify and electrify” uncompromising Black people.

Hoover has failed however and the Black Messiah has arrived.

Addressing America from a podium, the Black Messiah upholds a sheet of paper which displays a copy of an old photograph and says:

Look at these two Black boys, just teenagers, hanging from the end of a rope. Take notice of the holes in their chests from where the crowbar was slammed through their bodies. 

Why was this done to them? For what reason? Consider this quote from Frederick Douglass:

“It is proof that the Negro is not standing still. He is not dead but alive and active. He is not drifting with the current but manfully resisting it and fighting his way toward better conditions than those of the past, and better than those which popular opinion proscribes for him. He is not contented with his surroundings. A ship rotting at anchor meets with no resistance, but when she sets sail on the sea she has to buffet opposing billows. The enemies of the Negro see that he is making progress and they naturally wish to stop him and keep him in just what they consider his proper place. They who aspire to higher grades than those fixed for them by society are scouted and scorned as upstarts for their presumptions.”

And now here you are stressing “personal responsibility” to us, in response to our lamenting our degraded condition. You would accuse us of failing to make the necessary effort to improve ourselves. The same effort for which you once slammed crowbars through the chest of our young sons. 

It is as though your murder of them leaves you unsatisfied and you feel need to violate them further, to dig up their remains and crush their bones into dust under your heel. To bombard their loved ones with trash as they stand weeping before the tombstones. So we are guarding the graveyard. 

Perhaps you are right about our lack of effort. After all, in this day and age there are no Black bodies hanging from the lampposts are there? We must have given up.

The Black messiah then travels to Baltimore. In secret, he makes contact with several young men there and whispers in their ears. They later on in the day come across an unattended police cruiser. They open the doors, douse the inside with gasoline and light a match, setting the car ablaze. They then quietly disappear.

The next day, the Black Messiah anonymously releases a public statement, typed on paper:

Dear sirs and madams,

We would like to take responsibility and account for our actions yesterday involving this destroyed police cruiser.  

In life, intention compels action. Our intention here is to create a crisis, in the same spirit of our forefathers and of your own, who destroyed shipments of tea in protest. They were an oppressed people, after all.

We of course recognize your hysteria in response to the sight of a burning police cruiser, the value you place upon it. And we of course recognize your nonchalance in response to the sight of the young man with the severed spine, the value you place upon it. 

The Black Messiah then heads to Baltimore. Again he whispers in some ears and before you know it, one night the local Municipal court is engulfed in flames. By morning it is a charred skeleton. Again responsibility is taken, publicly but anonymously:

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Baby albino seal abandoned by his family.

They’ll be sorry. 🙂

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This very intense Russian social activist explains why the degenerate Luciferian banksters have manufactured the “Arab Spring” and are determined to kill Qadhafi. Gold versus paper fiat.

This is a citizen’s recording of a BBC broadcast that ridiculously tries to convince you that this jubilant crowd in INDIA is in fact Libyan “rebel/supporters” celebrating in Green Square:

The purpose for doing this is to cause panic and fright within the Libyan citizenry who overwhelmingly support the Great Nation Builder Close Friend of Nelson Mandela. Libya could then be more easily conquered by NATO and their rampaging hordes of al Qaeda wannabes.

This next video recounts the murderous Rothschild history against the US. They tried to kill Andrew Jackson. They succeeded in killing Abraham Lincoln and James Garfield. In 1917 they ordered the murder of Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family in revenge for Tsar Alexander II’s aiding Abraham Lincoln in his resistance to their degeneracy. They shattered John F. Kennedy’s skull with humming lead in front of his wife after he signed Executive Order 11110, reclaiming the power of the United States government to issue its own damn currency and because Kennedy publicly exposed their existence and methodologies in a speech delivered to a US media conference wherein he pleaded with the press to help him expose their “monolithic conspiracy.” The press must have been distracted by something at that moment, perhaps a minor celebrity had strolled by. The US media shares equal responsiblity for all of the death and destruction these lunatic savages have wrought upon us and the rest of the world.

Here is John F. Kennedy’s address to the US press. I would instruct the listener to pay attention to the words “an announced need for increased security” and to pay particularly close attention to the sound of Kennedy’s voice when he says “but I am asking your help.” You should then realize how meek Kennedy was in comparison to what he so bravely confronted and if the sound of his voice does not break your heart you should immediately telephone me and provide your location so I can come to your home and cut your throat. Humankind has no use for you. 

These are the people who attacked us on September 11th 2001. These are the people who “hate us for our freedom,” – which is clearly an establishment  projection –who hate the fact that we can protest their actions. The only reason these people and their co-conspirators can safely walk the streets and appear on television is because of ignorance. Once they are properly exposed they can expect to be seized by a mob, strung upside down by their ankles and beaten to death in a shower of spit and urine.

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“Garvey is giving my people backbones…where they had wishbones.”

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Decades ago Trappist monk, author and social activist Thomas Merton characterized “an evil whose depth and deceit seemed to go beyond the capacity of words to describe” as “the Unspeakable.” A highly recommendable book authored by James W. Douglass titled “JFK and the Unspeakable: Why he died and why it matters” details John F. Kennedy’s very courageous and heroic efforts aimed at preventing humankind and planet Earth from being obliterated through nuclear war. JFK, the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Minister Malcolm X and Robert F. Kennedy were all murdered by the Unspeakable. A polemicist might argue that it was in fact Malcolm X who engendered the greatest degree of alarm, as he was setting into motion a militant and uncompromised armed revolution just days before his death.

What Merton described is the world of the usurious bankers, monarchists and military industrialists, along with their civic and private brownshirts and respective intelligence agencies. “Intelligence” refers to a man with his ear pressed up against a door, a spy of some kind, trying to uncover information which is of some use to his scheming employer. Over many, many years the financiers, the intelligence agencies and the governments and academic institutions over which they have gained control have seeded, nurtured and grown a very bizarre framework of public and private institution programs dedicated to bizarre experimentations upon the human mind and psyche, all in the name of optimizing intelligence capabilities. Here, we are reminded of intelligence programs  such as OPERATION MONARCH – originally aimed toward breaking the will of resisting captives and preparing operatives to unhesitatingly kill – and terms such as “Manchurian candidate,” “mole,” “patsy” and so on.  It is this strange and very depraved world which we should associate with “the Unspeakable.”

The people inhabiting this world could be described as a combination of eschatological Christians of the Futurist variety, apocalyptic Zionists, outright Luciferians, nihilists and atheists. The keys to their control are the monopoly-status of the dollar, which like any monopoly requires thuggery and violence to exist in perpetuity hence the enormous military machine, and their ownership of most media outlets. We might mention Edward Bernays as their propaganda founding father and navigation director. Its most harsh manifestation is arguably the Alfred Kinsey affair, wherein a Rockefeller-funded Indiana University academic and “scientist” who is a degenerate sexual psychopath and pedophile is elevated to heroic status within the public’s consciousness, in a disgusting attempt to weaken the middle class through debased immorality.

So what is the depraved, manufactured world of the Unspeakable and how can humankind come to an appreciation for the depth of its evil?

The methodologies of victimization in the name of “science” include electric shock, extreme deprivation and isolation, drug injections and sexual-based trauma. In the most extreme circumstances, the Unspeakable subjects young children to a very shocking pattern of violent sexual abuse which results in extraordinary trauma. Children are violated in the most horrific manner. Violent sodomy. Violent rape. Again and again and again and again and again.

It must be taken to great extremes to produce the desired effect.

The human mind and the human nervous system are, together, of such majesty, without equal in our Universe. This very delicate system acts as the conduit through which we  become one with the awesome power of pure morality and the illuminating force we call love. As human beings, there inheres within us a very strong life-force-energy, life’s desire for itself.

When faced with danger, we experience what we call a “flight or fight” response.

A small child is too powerless to fight grown people who would hold them against their will, abusing them in a manner which words cannot adequately describe. Nor can the little one flee.  There is no escape, nowhere they can run and hide their little selves. Or so it would seem.

Amazingly, consciousness itself runs away and hides. The mind and the nervous system rewire themselves, somehow creating a kind of cerebral canal carved into an isolated area of the brain where consciousness channels itself, leaving a small part of itself behind, then it “closes the door.” It then returns when the danger is gone, when the abuse ends.

An extraordinary “flight” response.

We might imagine a person in a cave somewhere suddenly finding the cave’s opening has been closed shut. Imagine that this person has an arm or leg that is stuck underneath a large rock, too heavy for the trapped person to move. In desperation, the trapped body part is cut off somehow – perhaps even chewed off if there is no alternative and the trapped person is of a strong will – and the person begins digging through the dirt and rock, hoping to escape into freedom.

Even this analogy cannot capture this remarkable reality in great enough depth as the spirit is something invisible, invulnerable and is not molecular, as opposed to the physical body. This sliver of  consciousness left behind is little more than awareness itself and is without feelings, though in time a sort of “personality” can develop. It remains unconnected and detached, only the very slight conduit remains.

Whenever the sexual abuse begins, or at whatever moment the victimized little one deems necessary, in a flight response, consciousness will disconnect itself almost completely, in fear of the anticipated pain. All that remains is a blank awareness.

This is why those who have been victimized by the Unspeakable will most oftentimes encounter great difficulty recalling their experiences, many years thereafter. This phenomenon is a kind of psyche-survival tactic, as the clear recollection of such horror would leave one maddened. This is a basic explanation for what produces the phenomenon known as “split-personality disorder.” In even more extreme cases it will produce what is known as “multiple-personality disorder.”

Now, the Unspeakable has devised a methodology by which these channels can be engaged and activated, leaving only the unfeeling awareness to direct the body’s actions and movement. The Unspeakable has also devised a methodology by which a subject’s movement and direction can be manipulated and controlled.

Allow this brief digression; Kahlil Gibran once penned a parable wherein there are two oysters laying in the sand. One oyster says to the other “there is a great pain within me, and I am in distress.” The second oyster replies “I have no such pain.” Then a little crab approaches and says to the first oyster “the cause of your pain is a pearl of exceeding beauty.” In this parable Gibran expounds upon the nature of the human heart. Because of it we suffer and because of it we feel joy. If we are wise, we realize our suffering is dignified, beautiful and noble. People who constantly commit acts of  evil suffer in a much different way, in a manner more painful and quite undignified. They are not insightful enough to realize that the painfulness and agony of their existence would end if they merely abandoned their evil ways.

My own confrontation with the Unspeakable happened thusly; after I had finished reading JFK and the Unspeakable my spirit was very heavy with grief and fatigue. The pervading evil throughout the world was weighing heavily on my mind and soul, as were the images of the four murdered men mentioned earlier, men who longed for a better world and died fighting for it.

I was deeply involved with my thoughts and feelings in a public library when an older Black gentleman waved his hand in front of my face and said “you in there man?” He had asked me if I was reading a newspaper laying on a table in front of us but I was so involved with myself I hadn’t heard him. Apologizing, I told him exactly what was going on, relaying my emotional reaction to this great book while my eyes teared up a bit and he clearly could sense my despaired energy. After telling him how courageous Kennedy’s partnership with Khrushchev was, I’ll never forget the way he looked at me as he said something to the effect of:

“Kennedy ain’t no hero to me. There was all kinds of imperialist and colonialist projects goin’ on when he was president, South America, Africa, all over. We was bein’ beaten and shot dead here in the streets and he didn’t help us. Kennedy ain’t no hero to me.”

His countenance betraying a slight satisfaction in having said this and I quickly stood up, shook his hand, and said I think “thanks man” very softly, then walked away. My intuition sensed that the man had suddenly felt very guilty, as I then went outside and sat down on a public bench with my elbows on my knees and my hands cupping my head. Let me digress here for a moment and relate that at this time in my life I was living one level above homelessness, sleeping in and existing out of a small rented-space in a public storage facility with a kindly, sympathetic management. I had also been subject to a high-degree of police and private-party surveillance for nearly three years, after having engaged in some aggressive anti-war civil disobedience in New York City’s Times Square one summer morning in August 2006 and because of my Citizen Journalist activities.

I had befriended several homeless people at the time and spent a significant degree of my time with them, helping them out in whatever way they might accept. A US army veteran named Reese (“like the peanut butter cup”) and I hung out in front of a local Waldbaums drinking beer and smoking weed, Reese always with great urgency reminding approaching people how they needed to use the opposing doors because the main entrance doors were always locked after a certain time. Reese was more semi-homeless and had some kind of weird basement-room living arrangement with somebody, though he always seemed to carry some kind of backpack or duffel bag and had no fear of using a bicycle inner-tube as a belt. Reese was quite a character and known to local people, always riding his bicycle up and down Middle Country Road or talking in the parking lot to local kids in their hot rods,  a fist-bumping lovable coolio with a gruff Monty Python-Road Warrior appearance. Another 50ish year-old-man named Brian was a chronic homeless fellow who never accepted any kind of charity from me, always saying “nah, I’m alright…. appreciate the thought” if I offered to buy him coffee or something to eat. It is a very difficult thing to experience, to fully realize the humanity of the unwashed person with the scraggly beard and uncombed hair we sometimes see on our streets. Brian was a friendly and polite person, somehow managing a certain dignity about himself one could sense when talking to him without paying any respect to his degraded homeless status.

Being homeless leaves one spiritually exhausted as a constant deception must be maintained – though my own experience was more unique – from early morning at McDonalds to the public library to the supermarket to boost beer and return shop-lifted items for cash , then on to late night at Starbucks then back to my tiny storage space. Simply wanting to wash yourself in a public bathroom becomes an exercise in mission-impossible-type subterfuge. One is always possessed by a feeling of criminality and guilt even when doing the most innocent things, though the Starbucks employees were very accommodating and charitable, giving one young man I brought into the store free coffee and oftentimes giving me leftover food to share with my homeless friends.

Now, back at the library bench after this brief exchange with my Black gentleman friend, the throes of an intense spiritual vertigo overwhelmed my being and I began sobbing heavily, though my composure seemed to stay with me and I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. The man’s words against Kennedy were devastating to me at the time, you know? Like stabbing the ambulance driver…

The word “injustice” emanated loudly within me and brought me to my feet, my soul burning with rage and an intense determination. “Injustice” was the cause of my all-consuming, swirling psychic pain. “Injustice” caused that man to enjoy further wounding me in my moment of obvious weakness. “Injustice” killed Dr. King and Malcolm X and the Kennedy brothers.


Standing there a voice from very deep inside of myself said;

“I will crush the Unspeakable. With my left hand I will grab it by its throat and with my right hand I will rip its spinal cord from out of its mouth, then tie that in a pretty bow around its ugly swollen head. With my teeth I will then rip its tongue out and see if I can’t find someone who better understands its intended purpose.”

Crazy right? Despite my standing still it I would say it “stopped me in my t racks” as it felt as though someone else had thunk those thoughts?…if that makes sense? Kind of breathtaking.

A bereaved humankind outnumbers the Unspeakable by several billions. In the entire history of human conflicts one force has not ever been so vastly outnumbered by an opposing force. The Unspeakable has a heart throbbing with vice and fear; it is cowardly, afraid and always dependent upon their being distance between itself and the world. It does not possess the necessary insight to realize its painful existence would come to an end if it would merely abandon its evil ways. JFK said if you make peaceful revolution impossible you make violent revolution inevitable. Dr. King said he could not tell young Black people to exercise non-violence while our government napalmed children in Vietnam. RFK said that as long as there is plenty, poverty is evil. Malcolm X described the Unspeakable as a cold, calculating international machine so criminal in its methods and objectives that the seeds of its destruction were within itself.

He was right. They were all right.

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