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7th June 2008, 06:03 AM
Introducing the "Center for an Informed America".
http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/index.html
Did you know that such luminaries as Jim Morrison, David Crosby, and Frank Zappa (among others!) were part of a huge undercover operation run by The Military-Industrial Complex™, with the goal to infiltrate and subsequently neutralize the "hippie movement"?
It's on the interwebs, so it's gotta be TRUE. (http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/nwsltr93.html)
Given that Zappa was, by numerous accounts, a rigidly authoritarian control-freak and a supporter of U.S. military actions in Southeast Asia, it is perhaps not surprising that he would not feel a kinship with the youth movement that he helped nurture. And it is probably safe to say that Frank’s dad also had little regard for the youth culture of the 1960s, given that Francis Zappa was, in case you were wondering, a chemical warfare specialist assigned to – where else? – the Edgewood Arsenal. Edgewood is, of course, the longtime home of America’s chemical warfare program, as well as a facility frequently cited as being deeply enmeshed in MK-ULTRA operations. Curiously enough, Frank Zappa literally grew up at the Edgewood Arsenal, having lived the first seven years of his life in military housing on the grounds of the facility. The family later moved to Lancaster, California, near Edwards Air Force Base, where Francis Zappa continued to busy himself with doing classified work for the military/intelligence complex. His son, meanwhile, prepped himself to become an icon of the peace & love crowd.
Those actually familiar with the life and works of Frank Zappa are probably suffering terribly from side-splitting laughter at this bit. Let's have a moment of silence for them, and wish them well.
Behold Frank Zappa exerting his malevolent NWO influence on Italian television:
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And so it goes as one scrolls through the roster of Laurel Canyon superstars. What one finds, far more often than not, are the sons and daughters of the military/intelligence complex and the sons and daughters of extreme wealth and privilege – and oftentimes, you’ll find both rolled into one convenient package. [...] You might also encounter some former mental patients, such as James Taylor, who spent time in two different mental institutions in Massachusetts before hitting the Laurel Canyon scene, or Larry “Wild Man” Fischer, who was institutionalized repeatedly during his teen years, once for attacking his mother with a knife (an act that was gleefully mocked by Zappa on the cover of Fischer’s first album). Finally, you might find the offspring of an organized crime figure, like Warren Zevon, the son of William “Stumpy” Zevon, a lieutenant for infamous LA crimelord Mickey Cohen.
The vast section on "9/11 Truth" is mostly the shopworn stuff we've come to love, but there are a few gems in there:
Imagine if the twin towers had not collapsed that day. Imagine no endlessly replayed footage of the spectacular collapses. Imagine no footage of massive devastation. No "Ground Zero." No footage of dazed, dust-covered New Yorkers. No instantaneous revision of the New York skyline. No tributes to the scores of dead firefighters. No heart-wrenching appeals from family members desperately seeking information on relatives likely buried deep in the rubble.
Without the collapses, would the events of September 11 have had the same impact? Would Americans, with their notoriously short memories, still vividly recall the images and the human drama from that day, or would we have largely moved on, giving little more thought to September 11 than we do to the bombing of the Oklahoma City Federal Building? Is it the loss of life that causes the events of that day to linger in our collective memory, or is it the harrowing and ubiquitous images of massive property destruction?
No, just huge farking passenger-filled airliners slamming into huge farking office buildings, instantly tearing hundreds of people to shreds, squashing others into paste, incinerating still more, and for good measure blowing a few out of the windows to fall hundreds of feet to their utterly unexpected and helplessly unavoidable deaths. Everyone would have just shrugged it off. The biggest landmarks in NYC become a gravesite for hundreds? No problem, carry on.
http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/index.html
Did you know that such luminaries as Jim Morrison, David Crosby, and Frank Zappa (among others!) were part of a huge undercover operation run by The Military-Industrial Complex™, with the goal to infiltrate and subsequently neutralize the "hippie movement"?
It's on the interwebs, so it's gotta be TRUE. (http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/nwsltr93.html)
Given that Zappa was, by numerous accounts, a rigidly authoritarian control-freak and a supporter of U.S. military actions in Southeast Asia, it is perhaps not surprising that he would not feel a kinship with the youth movement that he helped nurture. And it is probably safe to say that Frank’s dad also had little regard for the youth culture of the 1960s, given that Francis Zappa was, in case you were wondering, a chemical warfare specialist assigned to – where else? – the Edgewood Arsenal. Edgewood is, of course, the longtime home of America’s chemical warfare program, as well as a facility frequently cited as being deeply enmeshed in MK-ULTRA operations. Curiously enough, Frank Zappa literally grew up at the Edgewood Arsenal, having lived the first seven years of his life in military housing on the grounds of the facility. The family later moved to Lancaster, California, near Edwards Air Force Base, where Francis Zappa continued to busy himself with doing classified work for the military/intelligence complex. His son, meanwhile, prepped himself to become an icon of the peace & love crowd.
Those actually familiar with the life and works of Frank Zappa are probably suffering terribly from side-splitting laughter at this bit. Let's have a moment of silence for them, and wish them well.
Behold Frank Zappa exerting his malevolent NWO influence on Italian television:
0WjrH-gCUP8
And so it goes as one scrolls through the roster of Laurel Canyon superstars. What one finds, far more often than not, are the sons and daughters of the military/intelligence complex and the sons and daughters of extreme wealth and privilege – and oftentimes, you’ll find both rolled into one convenient package. [...] You might also encounter some former mental patients, such as James Taylor, who spent time in two different mental institutions in Massachusetts before hitting the Laurel Canyon scene, or Larry “Wild Man” Fischer, who was institutionalized repeatedly during his teen years, once for attacking his mother with a knife (an act that was gleefully mocked by Zappa on the cover of Fischer’s first album). Finally, you might find the offspring of an organized crime figure, like Warren Zevon, the son of William “Stumpy” Zevon, a lieutenant for infamous LA crimelord Mickey Cohen.
The vast section on "9/11 Truth" is mostly the shopworn stuff we've come to love, but there are a few gems in there:
Imagine if the twin towers had not collapsed that day. Imagine no endlessly replayed footage of the spectacular collapses. Imagine no footage of massive devastation. No "Ground Zero." No footage of dazed, dust-covered New Yorkers. No instantaneous revision of the New York skyline. No tributes to the scores of dead firefighters. No heart-wrenching appeals from family members desperately seeking information on relatives likely buried deep in the rubble.
Without the collapses, would the events of September 11 have had the same impact? Would Americans, with their notoriously short memories, still vividly recall the images and the human drama from that day, or would we have largely moved on, giving little more thought to September 11 than we do to the bombing of the Oklahoma City Federal Building? Is it the loss of life that causes the events of that day to linger in our collective memory, or is it the harrowing and ubiquitous images of massive property destruction?
No, just huge farking passenger-filled airliners slamming into huge farking office buildings, instantly tearing hundreds of people to shreds, squashing others into paste, incinerating still more, and for good measure blowing a few out of the windows to fall hundreds of feet to their utterly unexpected and helplessly unavoidable deaths. Everyone would have just shrugged it off. The biggest landmarks in NYC become a gravesite for hundreds? No problem, carry on.