Hail Caesar! Or the next assassination of Donald Trump
Cui bono & and the madness of nuclear war.
Greetings my critical thinker friends!
¡Saludos mis amigos pensadores críticos!
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Reluctantly I am drawn to make some observations on the latest political drama.
I say reluctant because going on the trail for clues involves hours of trawling through websites looking for good information. These days many of the clues lead back to that Triumph of the Short Attention Span aka Twitter X. Either there, or in Substack articles, after reading the article, I usually go to the comments where I scroll through column inches of text to find the hidden diamonds.
Modern computers are a screen-to-mind assault on the soul of the human being.
It is not too bad when I'm doing my inspirational writing. I have the keyboard and an open document in front of me and in that mode I'm like the ink-and-quill bard, at least in my mind, where it's all about the words and creating a poem or a great new stack.
But once I start toggling around through page after internet page—all the while right-tabbing them at the top of page where they soon squash up into tiny little dots that I can hardly open—my mind goes into a blur that makes my eyeballs feel like they are being rolled around in a washing machine.
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My wife broke the news. She is not 'onside' and gave me the quick summary from usual sources on television. Based on the words she used, I replied:
Well, maybe this time it really is a lone nutter with a grudge. It doesn't always have to be a conspiracy.
(Freud: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.)
My instincts were already going into red alert but I held back for a moment. It's important to create epistemological real estate. Don't let years of conspiracy bias muddy the waters. Take a breath. Let fingers dance in the space between. Out on the deck the scrubby oaks are whispering in the summer breeze. Can I hear what they have to say? My thinking-fingers hold back, humming wisdom from the Life of Brian: Always look on the bright side.
Tum-tee-tum tee tum. All good.
An hour later my wife told me the shooter had been shot dead.
Hmmm.... where have we heard this before.
The Jack Ruby Syndrome.
And so began two days of both finishing the Kaspar Hauser stack and doing the eyeball shudder-shudder through the bowls of that Eighth Sphere binary computing device that has the impudence to associate itself with the fruit from the Tree of Wisdom. Aka: my Apple Mac.
Given that the ruling classes not only own the narrative, but also control the sources of evidence, I have to use instinct and intuition to arrive at personal certainty.. Once established in my own sphere of being, I go on to use Epistemological Resonance Theory to create an objective sense of personal Truth which I can present to the world.
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Scrawling down a random Twitter X thread I came to this gem:
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Coach Bruce 🐂
@OX_DAO
I used to work in military intelligence. My take on the Trump assassination attempt today:
The guilty parties are definitely (1) the counter-sniper(s) and spotter(s) assigned to cover these specific rooftops and (2) the team leader responsible for all event pre-planning and assigning lines of sight
There is a 0% chance that a standard sniper-spotter team tasked with covering such a critical direct LOS rooftop did not spot a man crawling for over two minutes on an exposed rooftop with a rifle. The shooter's approach was amateurish; it wouldn't even pass basic training. He was fully exposed, easily visible to the public, on a critical rooftop, and extremely slow.
Drone surveillance is also standard procedure. Added to this, you have members of the public pointing out the shooter. The only reason not to spot this shooter is that it was wilfully ignored by the assigned counter-sniper/spotter, or a portion of the total area to be covered was deliberately excluded by the event team leader, or sniper/spotters were misdirected
Wilful allowance is much more likely. From the video footage and the audible gunfire, it also appears that the designated counter-sniper had the shooter in his LOS but specifically waited until the first few shots were fired before neutralizing him. It was sheer luck that the shooter missed. Civilian incompetence is always the risk when passive facilitation is chosen
TLDR: The shooter was allowed to do it. Inside job
Coach Bruce
https://x.com/OX_DAO
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I'm inclined to believe that Coach Bruce is exactly who he says he is. Textual analysis indicates the careful, precise reasoning of someone who understands a Black Op from the inside.
Further to Coach Bruce's observations is an extended BBC interview with a young man wearing a baseball cap and a red beard who saw the shooter climb up on the roof with his sniper rifle clearly visible. The guy repeatedly alerted the cops and when they kept shrugging, he waved at the Secret Service agents and pointed to the shooter on the roof. Other videos show other observers doing the same thing.
Let's state that again.
Officers from both the Pennsylvania Police and the US Secret Service were alerted to a shooter on the roof. Neither the police nor the SS paid attention to these warnings. What is astonishing is the number and quality of cellphone videos that show the shooter, Thomas Matthew Crooks, crawling on a roof with a very obvious Line of Sight to a presidential VIP. Some cellphone videographers were kind enough to double-frame their clips with stopwatch countdown.
The Security Team had two full minutes to alert and protect Donald Trump. Instead they did nothing. Both the local police and the Secret Service deliberately ignored the danger warnings. This leads to the inescapable conclusion that
The attempted assassination of Donald Trump was a CIA Black Op.
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To give Epistemological Resonance Theory further context I want to examine another failed presidential assassination.
(Note and quick welcome to new readers: Epistemological Resonance Theory is when you compare one Tristorical event with another and the certainties of one can be used to bring clarity to the other. We'll talk more about ERT in future stacks.)
On 30 March 1981, President Reagan survived an attempted assassination. The shooter was John Hinckley Junior. Ronald Reagan and three others received serious gunshot ones, one of whom later died.
I did the deep dive on this many years ago and I don't want to give it too much time. Working from memory I'll cover the salient points.
March 1981 was only three months into the new presidency of Ronald Reagan. Cui Bono? Only weeks after Reagan's inauguration, who had everything to gain if the attack was successful? Of course the answer is Vice President George H. W. Bush.
There's more. What is truly astounding was that the night before the attack Vice President Bush was having dinner with the uncle of the young shooter! As they say, you can't make this stuff up.
It gets more crazy. The fact that Vice President Bush was having dinner with the uncle of the young shooter was given coverage in the top end MSM newspapers. Naturally there was no focus, featuring or follow up. Nevertheless, if this wasn't a Great Big Clue, then Pythagoras hang your boots up.
Is this the occult law of Satanic Black Ops at work? Which says that you have to tell the world what you are about to do?
If so, Mainstream Media dangled a Bright Red Whopper in front of the Great American Public.
In previous stacks I've talked about the three minute split-screen video of the Las Vegas Paradise Hotel coming down on the left screen and Tower Seven on the right. It is known that the Paradise Hotel was brought down with Controlled Demolition. With an exact and clearly visible collapse sequence in the right frame, what does that tell us about the demolition methodology behind Tower Seven?
And what does it tell us about the credulity of the American Public?
Likewise Daddy Bush and his connection to the Hinckley family. To make the story even more bizarre it turns out that the Hinckley family had long standing connections with the CIA and other National Security State positions.
It was brief but it definitely happened. The Hinckley-intelligence-test-for-nine-year-olds swung back and forth across the glazed eyes of millions of university-educated middle class Americans. Like a pendulum: Big Clue (ding dong) Big Clue (ding dong) Big Clue (ding dong).
Once again nobody got it.
Was this some kind of nationwide Miligram Experiment? Or we did we know the result all along because H L Mencken got there first:
You'll never go broke underestimating the taste of the American public.
No, and you'll never lose power by underestimating their intelligence either.
Brian help us.
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In the final section I want to offer some comments on the character of the man who will likely be the next president.
I have to start by saying I don't fully understand Donald Trump. He reminds me of a bar-room brawler. Foul mouthed, quick witted and often ready to swing his fists—at least verbally—he seems to thrive on aggressive instincts. And yet at the same time I don't see him as someone who thrives on physical violence. This is clue number one.
I see Donald Trump is an opportunist; he is ready to change his mind on a passing whim. He shoots from his mouth; says what he pleases, even to the point of brazen lies. Other than pandering to his egomania, I can't work out what the man stands for, if anything.
And yet, and yet.
And yet it does seem that we are dealing with a man who has some lodestar that guides his instincts. In spite of his seeming fist swinging I don't think he likes physical confrontation. Verbal is fine of course, he thrives on that. But actual physical combat is not to his liking. And I think this is a clue to his policy. Contrary to most politicians who are alway happy to send other mother's sons to war, Donald Trump's aversion to violence seems to have taken hold of some instinctual part of his being. And instincts work; they rise up and make their voice heard in the choices that people make.
When faced with the need to conduct diplomacy and foreign policy, I would argue that Donald Trump's distaste for personal violence has turned into a réalpolitiek based on aversion to war.
Something else shows up on my radar: Deep down I do not think Donald Trump is an Imperialist. He has something of the Middle Kingdom sense of what it is to be American. In his view the continental landmass of America is already Empire; we've arrived; it's all here! All we need to do is Make It Great Again. Why go outside of the Great Wall? Let's party where we are! We've got everything we need right on our doorstep.
This does not mean the man is an isolationist. I would describe Donald Trump as a Political Tourist. He likes visiting other places and doing business with them. And, being who he is, he's happy to drive a hard bargain, perhaps even to cut a corner here and there; but that's as far as it goes.
Which means he is happy to sit down with President Vladimir Putin and go eyeball to eyeball with promoting the integrity of American interests. This is good. Putin understands a bar room brawler. And Putin can give it right back.
But here's the rub.
Donald Trump knows that World War Three is not in the interests of the American people.
The other thing is: Donald Trump doesn't give a shit about Ukraine.
So the two men will work things out and both will get what they want.
Putin will get a neutral Ukraine, and some parts of its territory. Trump will get peace, or better put, security for America. And as an additional bonus for a man who is exceedingly vain—again forgive the expletive—Donald Trump will get a shitload of kudos.
Houston, we have a problem. Nope, I got that wrong.
Langley, we have a problem.
For four hundred years the Anglo-American Ruling Classes have had the nation, the landmass and the deep spiritual entity we know as Russia squarely in the bullseye of their demonic lust for power.
Peace with Russia will never be tolerated.
President Kennedy was taken out by the CIA because he had a Damascus conversion. At that moment he became a man of spirit who realised the nuclear arms race with Russia was absurd.
For the same reasons Donald Trump has to be assassinated.
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Unfortunately Donald Trump turned his head at the wrong moment and the bullet only clipped his ear. After being bustled to the ground by his security detail Donald Trump stood up. With blood on his cheeks he faced the crowd and raised his fist. A thousand cellphones captured a moment as iconic as the marines at Iwo Jima—an unforgettable picture that will get Donald Trump elected as the next president of America.
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What will the CIA do next?
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I know it's an end-of-chapter cliffhanger, but I can't close out on a dismal note.
Two years of writing the Kionist Manifesto has had a profound effect on me. I have to go into the deepest secrets of the universe to figure out how we will get to Brevolution and from there to Globalution both of which will bring about Grenaissance.
Not to mention that looking into the life of Kaspar Hauser introduces profound secrets about the workings of world evolution. These are insights that are giving me huge optimism. I will share more about Kaspar Hauser in a future stack.
And the Hail Caesar bit? This too will have to wait for further attention.
And finally on a personal note.
My wife and I are going to a wedding up in Washington State on Saturday. As Rahm Emanuel famously said, Never let a good wedding go to waste. Hmmm... did I get that wrong? Well anyway, we decided to turn one happy event into another and take a road trip up to Vancouver and Victoria visiting old friends, fiords and mountains along the way.
My better half gave me that look: Now, about your stacks...
Yes, darling, I know, we're on holiday.
So I'll be back in two weeks.
Blessings
Steve
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PS. Donald Trump was a Frequent Flyer on the Lolita Express.
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And just like that, Daddy Bush didn't get to be Prez. Dang!
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