Sunday, December 03, 2006

Autobiographical Masturbation, or intro to the intro to the muslim brotherhood

I first learned of the Muslim Brotherhood from Hicks’ book The Big Wedding which I suggest for any individual who wants to take a look at some seedier stories surrounding September 11th. He does some great research and interviewing of individuals who could be considered “less credible” so you have to take it with much salt. Fortunately Hicks’ has what appears to be an incisive mind and helps cut through a lot of the bullshit. He lets you know the guy he is talking to is shady and he does one thing that makes me respect him as a writer. As Buck 65 says “I never underestimate the audience’s intelligence” Hicks’ did not do this with “The Big Wedding”. Instead he compressed a vast breadth and depth of facts in to a well written tool for the information guerrilla which can fit in your back pocket.
I remember a time when I did not “believe” that individuals within our own government would possibly engage in an activity such as 9/11. The pure audacity of it for one thing, how could they get away with it, and why would they risk their power?
Before I really delved in to the historical investigation of this event. I already knew and “believed” that these events would be manipulated by the individuals in power, regardless of party or position, to further their own subjective goals. It even seemed highly plausible that there was negligence and incompetence. But…foreknowledge? Culpability? Such conclusions seemed farfetched.
RING
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RING
I opened my eyes to hear the scream of the telephone on the floor of my dormitory. My girlfriend rolled out of bed and walked around the divider between my “bedroom” to the outside of e-suite. It was the largest room on campus that a single person occupied, somehow I had managed to get out of having a roommate. “Hello” She asked in to the receiver.I rolled over pressing my eyes shut hoping to fall asleep quickly. Hoping that if I fell asleep quickly it would somehow delay the alarm on my watch that stared down at me from the window sill. The whole area glowed with a piercing blindness from the morning sun, which made it impossible to see the time it read without committing myself completely to lucidity and consciousness-“A Plane Did What?!” She stated incredulously.-my eyebrow raised slightly as the aural stimuli from the next room reached my brain. I gave it a small percentage of my conscious attention. That is to say I dedicated what little I could spare as long as I could remain somewhat asleep.
CLICK
The TV turned on. She kicked the reel from my Dreamcast’s Bass Fishing game and sent it skipping over discarded trash and empty beer cans along the floor. “oh my god. nada, wake up, come here!”The tone of her voice and the attention I had dedicated so far told me this was more important than my chronic morning infatuation with sleep.
I stepped in to the room and rubbing my eyes stared at the television. A smoking building. Where? “A plane flew in to a building.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Wow, now that is a drunk pilot.” I let out as I collapsed on the couch next to her.
Then the channels that seemed like they had only just appeared in the 2000 elections took charge of the oversight for my stimuli consumption. The 24-propaganda disseminators which would be telling us what issues to think about and what their corporate owners subjectively define “normativity” as.
I was smirking when it happened.
The “journalists” came from every direction “literally crawling out of little holes in the ground” pointing their cameras and giving live feeds. Every single aircraft that would fly by within sight would be videotaped. While following the path of said aircraft the “journalist” will make statements which in general look like these:“oh no, here comes another plane right now!”“uh oh, we got a plane coming in hold on!”“OH! OH! watch out! plane!”Every “journalist” wanted to be the one who saw and pointed out the death and destruction first. This was award time and they couldn’t have been happier.
I was smirking when it happened.
BOOM!!!!!
All day they “speculated”. All day my friends and I just pointed out the bullshit that was being called “the news”. Everyone in the country was watching it. Everyone in the country saw the replay over and over. Every single subjective entity in this country was force-fed the same overwhelmingly traumatizing imagery and then spoon-fed bullshit for the next few weeks.
I didn’t know what to fully make of it, but the thought of collusion never crossed my mind.
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..It was a while before I got back to Chicago. My friend and I went to see the Atmosphere, Eyedea and Abilities, Mr. Dibbs, and Sage Francis show at the Fireside. The fireside is gone now, but it was a broken down bowling alley with the bar still intact. Not the greatest of venues, but it had been the purveyor of many an epic punk and hip-hop show.
The ceiling kept coming off in pieces on the artists, the legs of the table for the decks were wobbly, and the worst part: every once in awhile the mic would cut off.It was a fun atmosphere(no pun intended) the artists made fun of the crowd for not hearing of any of them but Eyedea, because he was on the HBO blaze battle. Freestyling incorporating the general shittiness of the venue in their rhymes.Lots of energy, great music, and light hearted response to the ceiling collapsing on them.
In general a great show.
I had never heard of Sage Francis, except for I understood he was on the ticket for the show. So I was skeptical when he got on stage and launched in to a spoken word session. I’m not a huge fan of spoken word, but what can make it even harder to deal with spoken word is when the mic keeps getting cut off. A few songs in to his set he pulls a necktie out of his pocket.
“This is something that’s gonna be on the next album” he said as he put the necktie on.
And belted it out:“Makeshift patriot the flagshop is out of stock/I hang myself at half mastMakeshift patriot the flagshop is out of stock/I hang myself at half mastComing live from my own funeral, beautiful weather offered a nice shineWhich is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skylineWhen times like these arrive I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence Journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective “Don’t give me that ethical shit.” I’ve got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it’s time to show this world how big our edifice is! That’s exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the Trojan horses into our buildings Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction Pregnant women couldn’t protect their children Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions Now have to back pedal…from the shower of glass and metal Wondering how after it all settles we’ll find who provided power to radical rebels The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier.. And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won’t wait ‘til he’s older before we destroy his hopes for a colder war to end “Now get a close up of his head” Makeshift PatriotThe Flag Shop Is Out of Stock/I Hang Myself at Half Mast ”How does my hair look” Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out of Stock/I Hang Myself at Half Mast “Run that tape back” Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock/I Hang Myself at Half Mast “It Looks just like a movie” It’s the make shift The patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself “while the stock markets crash” The city is covered in inches of muck I see some other pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump While holding hands…to escape the brutal heat Sometimes in groups of three The fall out was far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris But all they saw after all was said…beyond the talking heads Was the bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds but Hospitals are overwhelmed. Volunteers need to go the hell home Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones Who’s gonna to make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It’s the one we rally behind He’s got a megaphone…and he’s promising to make heads roll we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control The lesser we know…the more they fabricate…the easier it is to sell souls There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made;No more curbside baggage,Seven pm curfew,Racial profiling will continue with less bitching.We’ve unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote,Remember, our god is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part. We’re sellin’ addictive 24 hour candle light vigils on TV’s Freedom will be defended…at the cost of civil liberties The viewers are glued to television screens Stuck… cause lots of things seem too sick I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music I’ll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss we don’t really know who the culprit is yet…but he looks. Like. This. we know who the heroes are. They’re not the xenophobes who act hard “We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard!” They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape Can you count how many times so far I’ve ran back this same damn tape? While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank With a ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle ’cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score…humanity struggles There’s a desperate need of blood for what’s been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess…but the rest were looking for trouble”
As he approached the climax of the song he pulled upwards on his necktie, until it had transformed fully in to a noose.
Great show, but pretty melodramatic was my impression. But those lyrics… those lyrics.
“Now I have to back pedal…from the shower of glass and metal Wondering how after it all settles we’ll find who provided power to radical rebels”
“We cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath controlThe lesser we know, The more they fabricate, the easier it is to sell souls”
Then finally one that would reveal its meaning later:“There’s a desperate need of blood for what’s been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess…but the rest were looking for trouble”.
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.Got my hands on a laptop a few years later. My friend explained to me that he discovered something called “Torrents” which was a (so far) legal peer-to-peer file sharing system. It worked so quickly that you could download movies. Well I soon found out that getting movies that people didn’t want you to have were actually harder to get. On the other hand movies that people wanted others to see were easy. That is how I filled a 100gb mp3 player with documentaries. I didn’t discriminate and found a wealth of movies concerned with things considered “propaganda” like global conspiracies and secret societies. I had always read a little here and there on the general ideas. Esotericism, dispensationalism, and Masonic myth. The Man Who Would Be King is what piqued my interest in Masonic mythology(which obviously started out as a Rudyard Kipling book[who authored the mythologies on animal origins which I used to love]).
But most movies that centered around simply proving an “illuminati” were boring as fuck and ridiculously slanted. These movies were doing one thing consistently: Underestimating the audience’s intelligence.
To believe a single secret society presided over all events of historical significance without a single internal revolution or political-infighting is naïve to say the least.
But, to create a movie with the purpose of making a person believe a single secret society presided over all events of historical significance without a single internal revolution or political-infighting is going to be rife with manipulations, because it is not possible to conclude such a massive thing without first properly understanding the preponderance of evidence and secondly dwelling on the evidence.
For the most part I didn’t really get through any of those movies. The reason I mention them is, because in order to get to the juicy part I had to cut the gristle and the fat out. Just because you have to sit through Alex Jones yelling about the illuminati, does not mean that the citations he offers are any less credible, because of it. You can always disagree with a person’s conclusion, but facts are facts.
But also mythology is interesting and comedic, it is funny to see how David Icke views the world. Not funny like “what a sad person” but funny like “what a different perspective”.
So after watching some random conspiracist movie they mentioned 911 and I wrote down the citation. I realized I liked the 911 information, but I do not “believe” there was a conspiracy or direct culpability. I only “believed” at the most there was negligence.
So I downloaded a plethora of 911 based documentaries, still really only for the novelty of seeing where this mythology of a Bavarian secret society running things would say about 911.
I would leave them on while I played Halo 2 with a friend of mine. Dedicating just as much attention as I could without hurting my performance in the game.
I learned I couldn’t stand Alex Jones very quickly. The constant yelling, the cheesy graphics, and the delusions of grandeur just got to me and I found myself fast-forwarding a lot. What I mean by delusions of grandeur is in fact a symptom of schizophrenia and a belief in your own greatness. It embraces the mythological archetype of Odysseus and is not a shortcut to happiness. Labeling others as “sheep” constantly is an effort to condition a person with the stimuli that people who aren’t illuminati acolytes are less than human. This is what Jones does by constantly referring to “outsiders” as sheep. He teaches you that there is no one else to trust and he teaches you that believing in him is superior. Not only that but this dehumanization is a psychological precursor to war, genocide, and murder to dehumanize the enemy.
Well I kept track of what little citations he offered despite my personal distaste for his style. I quickly developed a favorite movie, essentially the one I could watch more than once.
It was called “The Truth and Lies of 911”. It started with a clip of some guy giving shit to CIA director John Deutch in a public hearing about drug smuggling operations that were being overseen by the CIA. It had this guy Peter Dale Scott in it who has written extensively on drugs, oil, and war . Most importantly though it had more citations than you could shake a stick at.
The one thing I noticed about Ruppert is he didn’t tell you his conclusion. His conclusion remains mired in mystery throughout the film and on his website. It was not peak oil that needed to convince me what the Iraq war was fought over. Just ask Dave Chappelle as “black bush”:Reporter-“What about people who say you’re only interested in the middle-east for oil?” Black Bush-“what? Huh? Oil? Who said somthin’ about oil bitch, you cookin’? oil!? Man I dunno what the-“ knocks over water pitcher and runs “-come on yah’ll get outta here!”
Ruppert had many arguments that were not facts. That would need to be proven with evidence and the only way to understand the evidence is to read it. For example: The CIA is wall street. The government is complicit with drug trafficking. The CIA’s director has to OK the director of the ISI.
One thing he didn’t do is cram stimuli down your throat(without citations) and insult your intelligence if you didn’t see how it was all an illuminati plot.
So I printed this out. Started looking at the citations and maybe pulling them up while watching the documentary. I wanted to see if he was exaggerating anything.
He pulled out The Grand ChessBoard by Zibigniew Brezezenski and read a few quotes. The quotes were incredible. Obviously not something that makes you decide there was direct culpability, but makes it quite obvious that numerous intellectuals and even elite factions had been “waiting” for this. The PNAC’s statement in “Rebuilding America’s Defenses” was usually the one focused on at my sources of information intake. The PNAC were neo-cons and right wingers, but Zibig…he was something else. I didn’t know much about him, except that he was at the Oslo Accords from a PBS documentary on Israel-Palestine. Then I remembered where I had read his name. The adbusters hope and memory issue . It had a quote from Brezezinski taken from Le Nouvel Observateur .
“Brzezinski: What is most important to the history of the world? TheTaliban or the collapse of the Soviet empire? Some stirred-upMoslems or the liberation of Central Europe and the end of thecold war?”
My question is are the two connected?
Now don’t assume that by me asking these questions above evidences that I have concluded on any of them or that I “believe” a certain story over others.
I only say that because there is one question I’d like to ask Brzezinski, and that is if he knows who the Muslim Brotherhood is.
If he answered yes to this question, I would have to follow with: “Are you aware of the connection between what intelligence agencies refer to as ‘Al-Qaeda’ and this entity The Muslim Brotherhood?”
I started to look in to Ruppert’s background to see if there were any blatant conflicts of interest. What I found is that there was nothing, but a few smear articles written about his episode with John Deutch. Calling him a “conspiracy theorist” simply because he had said that the government is trafficking drugs. Never addressing the points he made they continued to rehash the argument that he had stated “the drug trafficking was happening to get black people addicted to crack-cocaine” ”(which by the way is exactly what Gary Webb was smeared with).
This was of course not what he was saying.
But, there are people who attempt to use such tiny fractions of attention to manipulate. Individuals who want to convince you in 90 minutes that a Bavarian secret society has been pre-eminent for a few thousand years they are one type. The other type is the individual who misconstrues and smears.
They take pleasure in their puckishness and mistake it for being clever, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
They know that most people will opt for the easiest psychological way out. By saying that Ruppert was arguing “the drug trafficking was happening to get black people addicted to crack-cocaine” he gives people the easy way out. He states that he knows that Ruppert did this. Like all the reader would have to do is track it down and read it. If the reader did that he would undoubtedly come to the same conclusion as the author. That is how it is presented.
So most people are not going to read what Ruppert said. They will conclude he is a moron and a conspiracy theorist, therefore anything he has to say can be rejected prima facie.
There are others who have learned this tactic and use it to great effect on the collective consciousness known as the internet .
Those are the first of your enemies in your search for truth. The obfuscators. Who are made up of two sects:The individuals who would be getting a check for their smear tactics if they were smart.AndThe individuals who want the psychologically easy way out.
They are the individuals who label people “conspiracy theorist” for asking hard to answer and scary questions. But these obfuscators suffer from the same symptom of schizophrenia that the conspiracists do.
No one is normal.
The other enemy is the attention whores and the cult leaders. They also would be getting a check if they were smart. People like Fintan Dunne who labels a swath of independent research outlets as CIA fronts without evidence obviously. These are the people who condemn individuals who are helpful to our search for truth as disinformation or CIA assets. They are also the ones who give more credibility to the theory the more “hokey” it is. Such as The Hologram Theory .
It disturbed me to see a view on Ruppert’s credibility from an individual who wrote for FTW and the comments that followed.
They(hopsicker, emory, and GNNers) have a point.
Ruppert didn’t mention the Muslim Brotherhood in the Rubicon.
In fact when I read The Big Wedding, I was initially in a state of disbelief when I came across the chapter Hicks wrote on the Muslim Brotherhood.
I would like to know Ruppert’s response to the criticism that he did not include research pertaining to the Muslim Brotherhood.
I had to check it out for myself to see if what Hicks was saying stood up. It added a whole other element to the story that I had never been exposed to.
This element should be explored.
Much like Brezezinski’s statements are the flipside of the PNAC.
This Muslim Brotherhood information is coming from right wing news sources and not being covered in other places.
Which could make it the flipside of the “neo-cons share the most direct culpability(i.e. dick cheney)” which for the most part was circulating through left wing sources.
Could they both be red herrings?
Why question the answers?
Is lucidity that important? Is consciousness? Is truth?

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