Sunday, April 21, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
More Photos of the Boston Marathon Bombing
Problem is, the security team's backpacks resemble the exploded backpack more so than the suspects (check the straps).
Likewise, one of the Craft team has left the blast area before the explosion and...he no longer has his (yikes).
(if you can't zoom in, here's the original link: http://i.imgur.com/WT3TIX5.jpg
Meanwhile, the suspects didn't leave Boston and robbed a 7-11?
One is now dead, the other is still at large...OK...sure.

Thursday, April 18, 2013
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Hang in there B.” Old Jovial was always looking on the bright side. “I know you wouldn’t call them douche bags, but…you’ve got the douche bags shaking in their douche bags.” He laughed, the president didn’t.
“I don’t call them douche bags because I trust them to be real people who care about other real people.” The president was pissed. The NRA had successfully lobbied enough of Congress to kill his bill geared toward gun sale background checks even though 90% of Americans favored them. His calm had slipped enough that his reaction speech was rife with frustration. He usually didn’t show the public that side of himself. He paced the oval office.
“I still think you've got to laugh sometimes,” Joe kept smiling. “Shake it off dog, shake it off. Considering who you’re taking on, some feel you’re lucky to be alive.”
“Is this it?” The President pondered aloud, “are we stuck in the status quo while I’m in office just because they don’t want me to succeed?”
“Awww, don’t take it personal kid. Power is a never-ending game,” Joe mused. “I’m just grateful you ‘da man’ instead of some of those guys on the other side. I know you to be honorable and not just another crony capitalist.”
“It’s been almost five years of the same horseshit.” Now the president was getting on his own nerves, “is this it?”
“The tipping point is just around the corner,” Joe crooned. “You don’t get a letter full of poison unless they’re scared you have the upper hand on them.”
The president stopped pacing. “What do you mean?”
Joe’s smile faded. “Do you remember the anthrax scare in 2001?”
“Sure…Tom Daschle…some news stations.”
“All three major media, ABC, CBS and NBC as well the New York Post and the National Enquirer. It all went down one week after 9-11, and it was a message.” Joe paused. “One month after 9-11, Daschle and Leahy got higher doses sent to them.” Joe stared at the president. “The country was awash in opinions as to what really happened during those ‘terrorist attacks.’ The message was an attempt to curb any ‘facts’ outside the official story.”
The president paled. “The NRA is sending me a message now?”
Joe got out of his chair and stood facing the president. “Well, let’s just say they’re scared of a rumor going round the camp fires.”
“What rumor?”
“The Boston Marathon bombing was more psy-ops geared toward gun control.”
The president had already wondered this himself. “Is it a rumor or…”
Joe sidestepped the question. “It was a drill that went ‘live’ when the operators felt there was a minimal amount of casualties to be had, but enough impact on public opinion that it was the right time.”
The president felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with sadness. He took a breath and asked, “can you tell me how these operations go down?”
Joe picked up the pace. “In US war games, we don’t just prepare for an enemy assault scenario, we play out both sides. Team A (allies) has the objective of finding Team B (bad guys) and shutting them down. Team B isn’t just paper targets, it’s our soldiers actively seeking ways to undermine Team A so as to fully simulate actual tactical combat.”
The president stared into space.
“They figured out well before 9-11 that the US was too secure. Our enemies were impotent. The cold war was over, tax dollars for defense were drying up and contracts were scarce. The military industrial complex needed a reason to exist. They had two options: wait for an enemy to attack which was risky, not likely and beyond our control, OR preemptively attack the country in a ‘shock and awe’ campaign with the benefits of limited casualties, complete control and the ability to passively guide public opinion toward unlimited military funding via the Patriot Act.”
It really is this simple the president thought.
Joe continued. “It’s amoral military strategy, man. Why wait for the bad guys to come and do who-knows-what when we can fake something of minor consequence and update our security? That way, we’re always ahead of the game and the real enemies are constantly behind. I’m not saying it’s the right thing to do, it’s just the military’s utilitarian version of how to keep America as safe as possible.”
“And the Boston bombing is keeping us safe?”
“The rumor has it that the bombs were made of gun powder extracted from ammunition.” Joe sighed. “Public opinion might be swayed to limiting ammo sales if that comes to light.”
“So, three deaths and thirteen amputees…”
“Become martyrs that might just save thousands of lives after the right legislation is passed.”
The president felt his hair graying further. “I don’t know Joe. It doesn't feel right."
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels like Team B is winning.”
“I don’t call them douche bags because I trust them to be real people who care about other real people.” The president was pissed. The NRA had successfully lobbied enough of Congress to kill his bill geared toward gun sale background checks even though 90% of Americans favored them. His calm had slipped enough that his reaction speech was rife with frustration. He usually didn’t show the public that side of himself. He paced the oval office.
“I still think you've got to laugh sometimes,” Joe kept smiling. “Shake it off dog, shake it off. Considering who you’re taking on, some feel you’re lucky to be alive.”
“Is this it?” The President pondered aloud, “are we stuck in the status quo while I’m in office just because they don’t want me to succeed?”
“Awww, don’t take it personal kid. Power is a never-ending game,” Joe mused. “I’m just grateful you ‘da man’ instead of some of those guys on the other side. I know you to be honorable and not just another crony capitalist.”
“It’s been almost five years of the same horseshit.” Now the president was getting on his own nerves, “is this it?”
“The tipping point is just around the corner,” Joe crooned. “You don’t get a letter full of poison unless they’re scared you have the upper hand on them.”
The president stopped pacing. “What do you mean?”
Joe’s smile faded. “Do you remember the anthrax scare in 2001?”
“Sure…Tom Daschle…some news stations.”
“All three major media, ABC, CBS and NBC as well the New York Post and the National Enquirer. It all went down one week after 9-11, and it was a message.” Joe paused. “One month after 9-11, Daschle and Leahy got higher doses sent to them.” Joe stared at the president. “The country was awash in opinions as to what really happened during those ‘terrorist attacks.’ The message was an attempt to curb any ‘facts’ outside the official story.”
The president paled. “The NRA is sending me a message now?”
Joe got out of his chair and stood facing the president. “Well, let’s just say they’re scared of a rumor going round the camp fires.”
“What rumor?”
“The Boston Marathon bombing was more psy-ops geared toward gun control.”
The president had already wondered this himself. “Is it a rumor or…”
Joe sidestepped the question. “It was a drill that went ‘live’ when the operators felt there was a minimal amount of casualties to be had, but enough impact on public opinion that it was the right time.”
The president felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with sadness. He took a breath and asked, “can you tell me how these operations go down?”
Joe picked up the pace. “In US war games, we don’t just prepare for an enemy assault scenario, we play out both sides. Team A (allies) has the objective of finding Team B (bad guys) and shutting them down. Team B isn’t just paper targets, it’s our soldiers actively seeking ways to undermine Team A so as to fully simulate actual tactical combat.”
The president stared into space.
“They figured out well before 9-11 that the US was too secure. Our enemies were impotent. The cold war was over, tax dollars for defense were drying up and contracts were scarce. The military industrial complex needed a reason to exist. They had two options: wait for an enemy to attack which was risky, not likely and beyond our control, OR preemptively attack the country in a ‘shock and awe’ campaign with the benefits of limited casualties, complete control and the ability to passively guide public opinion toward unlimited military funding via the Patriot Act.”
It really is this simple the president thought.
Joe continued. “It’s amoral military strategy, man. Why wait for the bad guys to come and do who-knows-what when we can fake something of minor consequence and update our security? That way, we’re always ahead of the game and the real enemies are constantly behind. I’m not saying it’s the right thing to do, it’s just the military’s utilitarian version of how to keep America as safe as possible.”
“And the Boston bombing is keeping us safe?”
“The rumor has it that the bombs were made of gun powder extracted from ammunition.” Joe sighed. “Public opinion might be swayed to limiting ammo sales if that comes to light.”
“So, three deaths and thirteen amputees…”
“Become martyrs that might just save thousands of lives after the right legislation is passed.”
The president felt his hair graying further. “I don’t know Joe. It doesn't feel right."
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels like Team B is winning.”
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Evidence of Who Bombed the Boston Marathon

These were submitted by 4chan (3 of 57 pics).

GO TO: http://imgur.com/a/sUrnA

It's kind of a big deal.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Is "Capitalism" Getting Bastardized?
Pure capitalism is WIN-WIN: you have a good or service to sell that I want, I exchange my capital for it and we both walk away satisfied.
Predatory capitalism is WIN-LOSE: you have a good or service that I want, (but has a hidden problem or fee that is not disclosed), I exchange my capital for it, but when I find out what I bought is not what I thought, you have my money (and a convenient reason not to refund my money), and I'm not satisfied.
My lawyer told me once, there are two types of people in this world:
1. Those who have a great product and make honest money
2. Those who have a bullshit product and have to advertise (more than the rest), fight in court (to outspend those who know the truth about the product) and flat out lie to the public to keep making money off a bullshit product
(*NOTE: think of who advertises the most, and you will know who).
Predatory capitalism is WIN-LOSE: you have a good or service that I want, (but has a hidden problem or fee that is not disclosed), I exchange my capital for it, but when I find out what I bought is not what I thought, you have my money (and a convenient reason not to refund my money), and I'm not satisfied.
My lawyer told me once, there are two types of people in this world:
1. Those who have a great product and make honest money
2. Those who have a bullshit product and have to advertise (more than the rest), fight in court (to outspend those who know the truth about the product) and flat out lie to the public to keep making money off a bullshit product
(*NOTE: think of who advertises the most, and you will know who).
Monday, February 25, 2013
Questioning Integrity (BANKS)
“Just listen to me. You have the problem, and you’re trying to put the blame on me? What are you getting off at?”
“No, no…”
“Yes, you are. You’re trying to put the blame on me and question MY INTEGRITY?”
“No!”
“Yes, you are young man! You’re questioning my integrity? You’re the one that better take a look at the integrity!”
“I just wanted to get it cleared up, because I don’t wanna go out here thinking bad things about you like this.”
“Well I’m thinking bad things about you right now!”
"Ok..."
So…the deficit is my fault?
Oh…that credit was in my vault?
No. Your negligence is trifold:
try the Fed, BOA and Diebold.
Banks, get paid to collect it,
tanks, get made to protect it,
thanks…is still expected,
even if you get less of what you invested.
TARP, a funny way putting it:
The Art of Receiving Profit they shouldn’t get.
If we were smart, we’d stop and put it in
something that makes money and not further debt.
Instead, they act crazy and laugh harder,
getting away with financial manslaughter.
If it stays this way, or goes any farther,
we may have to flush the baby with the bathwater.
“You have the problem, and you’re trying to put the blame on me and question MY INTEGRITY?”
Yes, that exactly what I’m saying,
the system’s a mess and you’ve been playing,
confess your crime, and begin laying
tracks for some currency worth maintaining.
Greenbacks, last time I checked
these stacks held value, not less.
Old Abe saved us, and not them,
then John Wilkes Booth was sent to stop him,
and he did. The banks were so glib.
There’s no use crying over spilt milk,
but he never got to spend that quid. Be-
fore he could admit he got paid, he got kilt.
The USA prospered from those days,
until the banks went back to their old ways.
The Fed Act was passed to make crime pay.
The last president to act was JFK…
“I just wanted to get it cleared up, because I don’t wanna go out here thinking bad things about you like this.”
“Well I’m thinking bad things about you right now!”
DANGER! Those guys hold a lot of anger,
old school paranoia like cliff hangers.
Is it the coke, or the thought of strangers
slicing our pie with a lot of fingers?
The problem is, that’s legal.
You’re supposed to respect that eagle,
but when Clinton repealed Glass-Steagall,
you went from kinda greedy to flat out evil.
When your sole job, is to hold cash,
how long does it take ‘til you can’t hold
back, from taking all that, and wanting more,
‘til your soul turns black and you start world
wars, and it’s still not enough, and you push and
shove, and you only get sex, and you never get
love, and you make twin towers blow up,
all for just a few more bucks? That’s fucked up…
“I don’t have to sit here and explain this to you. Get out of here!”
“Ok…he’s fucking pissed dude! He just yelled the shit outta me! No, I know I gotta go back to my room, cause he is just pissed!”
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