CALL me a nostalgic old timer if you must, but Conspiracy Theories (CTs) just ain’t what they used to be. They’re certainly not since the world turned its rage upon any of us saying covid was no worse than seasonal flu (it wasn’t), lockdowns were a cynical, damaging and deadly exercise in social engineering (they were). Oh, and that the untested, toxic jabs were a cynical exercise in global genocide (they were and continue to be). Stupid Conspiracy Theorists in 2020/21, but we’re bona fide truth-tellers now!
These days you would struggle to find anyone in US government or its security services who would convincingly argue that President John F Kennedy was assassinated by lone operator Lee Harvey Oswald, although the history books stick to the idea that one single, miraculously unmarked bullet caused seven wounds to two men. Of course it did.
You can find plenty of CTs who don’t buy that the 9/11 Twin Towers massacre was an Islamist plot and believe it was an inside job. That’s almost too much for me to countenance, although there are some physically hard-to-explain circumstances. Princess Diana murdered by the British state? I don’t see it. The intoxicated driver was destroying the speed limit on a dangerous stretch of road and the idiots weren’t wearing seat belts.
That said, who knows? We can be sure that kings, emperors and governments of every code and colour have lied to and deceived us from time immemorial. Jeffrey Epstein is flavour of the month, but suicide? Not on your nelly. Not for my money at least. Everything about that assertion stinks to the heavens, not least because of his prison guards’ lies, faulty CCTV cameras and particularly a post-mortem that found he had two broken bones in his neck, despite ‘suffocating’ himself with a torn piece of soft cloth with nothing of a meaningful height to tie it to. It stinks.
Oh, and if you wonder just how far up the chain of global command Epstein’s reach went, don’t for a second imagine that Trump or Bill Gates, Mandelson or Randy Andy were anywhere near the top. They serve to amuse and distract the mass media, is all, because the real powers that be reside out of public view like the gods of Olympus.
I’ve yet to see or hear a headline touching upon one rather interesting statistic from the Epstein files. For all the sporadic references to familiar celebs who visited his dodgy island, one name appears some 12,000 times and for some reason I can’t fathom (actually I can), not a TV station or news outlet seems remotely interested in its relevance. The name? Rothschild. Probably the richest family on the planet, and people to whom Epstein claimed to be the financial adviser.
Really? I have no doubt that Epstein had his uses to the worldwide web that is pervasive Rothschild influence, but I doubt if he told them to go buy Premium Bonds or load up their cash ISAs. My guess is that Epstein knew far too much about far too many bad but powerful people and was a huge risk to them. He had to go. Not the first and certainly not the last.
Perhaps the biggest CT of all is one which NASA appeared determined to put to the test yesterday evening. You don’t have to be superstitious to question the wisdom of choosing April 1 for the launch. Knowing the recent history of this Artemis project, don’t bet against another delay.
The Americans are sending mankind back to the moon for the first time in more than 50 years. Not to land, plant flags and bounce joyfully around taking photos, as the Yanks apparently used to do as a matter of routine – seems we don’t have that engineering nous any more! – but just do a lap of old Luna and return home.
There are so many questionable things about the Neil Armstrong/Buzz Aldrin era that simply haven’t aged well, top-and-tailed by scientists claiming the technology that sent men to the moon’s surface has been ‘lost’. Really? The iPhone in my pocket has multi-times the technology that the entire Houston space centre had at its disposal.
Did the Apollo 11 pilots use a circa-1969 AA map to navigate their way, or simply play it by ear, maybe? ‘Buzz, buddy, just keep pointing it at that bright light over there and hope it isn’t Mars . . .’
I’m a natural cynic and I’m in two minds over the veracity of the moon landings, but I hope and pray the Artemis rocket crew come home safe and sound. I saw on an astro-physics podcast that April 1 coincides with some pretty spectacular solar flares and plasma eruptions heading our way from the old life-giver itself, the sun. But hey, I’m sure everything has been factored in. Fingers crossed.
