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Breakthrough: true populism in the age of instant time

Breakthrough: true populism in the age of instant time

What a populist would do in 2016 and beyond

What the “real Bernie and Trump” show could be

by Jon Rappoport

March 8, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

“In this age, populism, if it existed, could connect with the population every day. The wildly popular populist leader would crack the egg of propriety and give blow-by-blow Web accounts of his struggles with the oligarchy, in detail, in his car, outside meeting rooms, on staircases, at home, in his office, on the street, in restaurants; everywhere, speaking to millions of people each time…” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

This is about what a true populist could be in this era of instant unstoppable media and, therefore, instant time.

I’m talking about an understanding of moment-by-moment connection with the population, which is now possible on a grand scale, owing to the internet and the devices which connect to it.

To grasp the implications, you must conceive of one wildly popular person up against forces which absolutely deny the interests and desires of millions of people.

And the leading question is: what should he do, when suddenly thrust into the spotlight, having gained considerable influence—knowing that enormous forces are arrayed to stop him?

A true populist says, for example: no bad trade deals. Translation: stop Globalism in its tracks. Nullify its trade treaties, the cornerstones of its cathedral. Negate them. Destroy them.

If he really meant it, if he was intent on achieving the goal, by whatever means, against some of the most powerful men on the planet, and if he began that journey, in talks, in meetings, in conferences with members of Congress, with US trade representatives, with Washington insiders—

When should he go back to the people, his people, his supporters, and let them know what is happening? When?

The usual pattern is: behind the scenes, for a few months, he tries to turn the oil tanker of State around, he fails, he reports the failure in mildly irritated language during one or two press conferences, and he moves on to other issues. But a real populist now…

Would be going on webcasts to millions of people, his people, giving them updates, explaining his struggle, listing the barriers, pointing out who is building those barriers, how they are obstructing the will of the people…in vivid detail…creating a massive uproar.

This is populism on a scale never envisioned before. It would constitute a staggering breakthrough.

It would shred business as usual in Washington.

A true populist leader would accept the fact that working through usual channels, to bring about stunning changes, is a loser. The enemy is entrenched. The enemy controls the landscape. The enemy controls the machinery.

Where is the populist’s strength coming from? Only one place: the people who are supporting him. So he has to go back to that well, over and over again. And now he can. Live.

“You wanted me to get your jobs back. That’s why you rallied behind me. I want to get your jobs back. I’ve explained why these trade treaties are destroying jobs at home. Now I’m trying to move the rock up the mountain. A few hours ago, I had a meeting with Senator Smith, a staunch defender of the treaties. It went nowhere. I want to tell you what he said, because, in his eyes, you don’t count. Only big corporations count. This is what happened…”

And three, five, ten million people are watching and listening.

And that’s just today’s report.

Tomorrow, or three days from now, there’ll be another blow-by-blow talk about who is blocking people from getting their jobs back.

Imagine it. Think about it. This is the hero’s journey, in real time, detouring around the controlled media. And yet…

The media would respond:

“Hey, Mr. Populist, we just watched your latest webcast. Hell of a show. Maybe you’d like to do your next Report to the People on our network. I mean, you had six million viewers at midnight. Unbelievable. You were sitting in your car, right after your meeting with the Secretary of Commerce. We could do that. Sit in your car, and we’ll beam you to our audience…”

No, I’m not necessarily talking about Donald Trump. Whether you like him or hate him—not the issue here. I’m talking about any person who, for whatever reason, gains the support of millions of people, because he wants to restore something to them, something they once had, something that was taken away from them by the wolves, something they had earned—and now it’s gone. Like jobs. Something basic that no one can argue about.

A real and true populist, in this age, would keep going back to his people—and he could. Live, at any moment, day or night. He would have to.

He would put a level of pressure on his enemies that has never existed before.

“Well, people, as you know, Congressman Jones introduced a bill today that would cancel four giant trade treaties and take the US out of the trap it’s been in for the last 25 years. It would bring giant corporations home from foreign lands. They would re-open their factories here. Your jobs would come back. Under ordinary circumstances, this bill wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of passing. But we aren’t in ordinary circumstances anymore, because I have you and you have me. So let me tell you about the committee where this bill is going to meet its first big roadblock. I just got out of meeting with the head of the committee. This is exactly what happened…It’s a tragedy and travesty…”

“I want to ask you people a question tonight. What would happen if I, as President, decided to cancel all those trade treaties? Myself. With one stroke of the pen. By executive order. What would happen to me and to you and what would the Congress and the press do? I’m asking you. Is it a crime to give you your jobs back? Would somebody try to put me in jail or impeach me? Would they dare, with all of you behind me? Would they?”

“Some of you are telling me they’re going to shoot me. You’re warning me. I have to ask you this. With all of you behind me, do you really think they’d try? They may be crazy, but they aren’t stupid. Don’t you think they know what would happen?”

What I’m painting here isn’t only a different concept of media. It’s a different concept of political time. Time intervals.

Instead of six weeks or three months between general and vague reports and updates, the populist telescopes time. He shrinks the intervals. He makes his reports to the people every week, every few days. If he’s compelling, if he presents vivid details and names and events—instead of the usual hash of high-flying nonsense—he invents a new medium. A new way of connecting.

All right, take the two candidates in this year’s Presidential race who seem to be populists—Bernie and Trump—and forget for a moment whether they’re real or fake, sincere or con artists, ordinary politicians or a different breed. Forget that for the moment. Imagine what could happen if, between their usual speeches and interviews and debates, they went to the Web for live streaming every few days, building and building their audiences, and not just in the US, but globally.

Suppose, for example, they both had good research teams who assembled extensive dossiers, chapter and verse, on the misdeeds and crimes of Hillary Clinton…and suppose they hammered on that dossier mercilessly in Web broadcasts. Chapter and verse. “This is specifically what you’d be getting if you elected Hillary. This is who she is. This is exactly what she’s done.”

Or: “Let me tell you about American jobs. This is exactly what happened to them. This is who did it.” Night after night. Chapter and verse.

Or: “Let me tell you something about one of those giant trade treaties. NAFTA. Listen up. Once it was passed, US companies could flood Mexico with cheap corn. And they did. Mexico had a lot of corn farmers. Guess what? All that NAFTA cheap corn put 1.5 million Mexican corn farmers out of business. Guess what they did and where they went, all those farmers. A lot of them came up across the border into the US. That’s something you won’t hear about the immigration problem. Come on. Wake up. These Globalist trade treaties are destructive in a lot of ways…”

Fireside chats via the Web. “Hi, everybody. Last night we had nine million people watching, as I sat here by my fireplace and talked about medical care in this country. Tonight, we predict it’s going to be 20 million on the Web, all over the world. So I want to explain how the US medical system kills 225,000 Americans a year. That’s right. You should know about this. Everybody should know about this. I have the reports in front of me. I’m not making this up. Chances are you know someone who has been affected, who has died, or one of their family has died. This affects everybody. The US medical system kills 2.25 million Americans per decade. Can you believe it? Where are the media in all this…”

On and on. The Trump Web blasts. The Sanders Web blasts. Night and day.

Obama could be doing this. Hillary could, too. But do they really have what it takes to keep going back to the well, to their people, and making a visceral impact? Or are they just too mired in lies and tired worn-out generalities—in which case, the rebound effect would be increasingly negative, as they bore their audiences to death.

Some of you are thinking about what might happen if a crazy and vicious populist made use of this approach. Of course. No one claims the world is without risks. There are always risks. This isn’t Rainbow Village with marshmallows and ice cream. Some of you are convinced that all politicians, no matter what they say, are already bought off and are merely props in the grand show. So? That doesn’t preclude the possibility of a new person suddenly coming on the scene who hasn’t sold his soul. The future isn’t already written. Claiming it’s a closed book is an attitude that works for the cemetery and the grave and little else.

Imagination, courage, and intelligence never go out of style. No matter what anyone says.

Taking the internet to a new level is THERE. Waiting.

exit from the matrix

Here’s a variation on a tune that’s been tried before—but with a new sense of spontaneity and urgency:

“Hi, folks, it’s me again. In case you’ve been living under a rock, and some people are, because the economy has gone down the toilet, I’m a candidate for the Presidency of the United States. I understand we have about 25 million people watching tonight. I just got off the 15 Freeway in Southern California, outside Rancho Bernardo, and as you can see, I’m standing in a 7-Eleven. I was just chatting with a guy named Frank, who works behind the counter here. Frank, what did you do before this job?”

“Well, I had quite a few jobs. But at one time, I was a line supervisor in a factory that made shoes. A lot of us were fired.”

“Why? Why were you fired?”

“Because the company went belly up. They couldn’t handle the competition. Companies in the US were going overseas to make shoes and bring them back here. Real cheap.”

“Do you know how they were able to pull off that scam?”

“Sure. They don’t have to pay a tax, when they bring the shoes back in. That’s called free trade, right? Well, it put me down. It put my family and me down on our backs. So we had to pull up stakes and move from state to state looking for work…”

“Is this a set up? Did my people search you out here at the store?”

“Hell, no. You just came in to buy a beer. We started talking.”

“Well, this is why I’m going to trample all over the treaties that made you lose your job. I didn’t need to search you out. I meet people like you all the time. So let me run down how this free trade thing works, and who the Globalists are. You’re sure you’re not an actor, Frank?”

“I’ll call my wife and kids and they’ll come over here and tell you what I’m telling you. Here’s my driver’s license. I’ll give you the name of the man who owned the shoe company. You can call him up. He’ll tell you the same thing. You can check him out. He went bust. He’s in Florida now, trying to sell real estate.”

“A whole lot of people will be checking you out tomorrow, Frank. They’ll want to say we’re making all this up.”

“Let them. If they want to, I’ll show them my bills. They can pay them and see if they’re real…”

“Okay, Frank, get your family over here. Why not? I do want to talk to them. And call your old boss at the factory. We’ll put him on the line, too. Meanwhile, I’ll talk about David Rockefeller and the Globalists, and his intellectual sidekick, Brzezinski. It’s quite an interesting story. Brzezinski once said independent nations are finished. He said banks and corporations are running things now. I don’t think so. I don’t think that’s what the American people want. Let’s expose this whole operation down to its shoes…”

That’s just one night of populism in America. For 20 million people.

Getting the picture?

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Trump: why the elite media were completely wrong about his chances

Trump: why the elite media were completely wrong about his chances

by Jon Rappoport

March 2, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

Because they live in a bubble of their own making. That’s why.

And in that bubble, everything about America is manageable. Things can get worse, but then they get better. Money is tight, then it’s loose. Employment figures drop, then they rebound. Wars start, and then they end.

Looking at the country and the population through the wrong end of the telescope, these media creatures feel themselves positioned high above the madding crowd. To them, phrases like “street smart” and “savvy” are the closest they get to anything real.

Occasionally, they remark that people are restless “out there” and looking for a change—as if Obama, with his massive slogans, somehow supplied that need for eight years and solved the whole problem for a while. As if the problem was simply a psychological kink that needed to be worked out.

So naturally, these down-their-nose puffed-up media morons didn’t notice that “things” were actually getting worse, the employment figures were being cooked, month after month, the Globalists with their trade treaties were stealing the whole economy, and had been for decades. Naturally, they didn’t notice that a normal political “correction” wasn’t going to fix America. They didn’t notice that, in a nation where, at minimum, 40 million immigrants already live, people were getting tired of being told they had to be more generous and let the southern border of the US swing open and stay open, or be labeled outright racists. The media puffballs didn’t appear to notice that the political Left was becoming more comfortable with the idea that all private property (except their own) was some sort of crime and ordinary straight-ahead non-crony capitalism was another crime, and earning a living on one’s own was yet another crime, because entrepreneurs and small-business owners “didn’t build that.” They didn’t notice, in other words, that the Left was nudging political discourse and public opinion and “morality” in the direction of funneling more and more of the population into the arms of the central government, as a permanently dependent class. Or if they did notice, they assented to it, because it was trendy and “humane.” They didn’t notice that huge swaths of America were sick and tired of overwhelming federal authority. They didn’t notice that the overwhelming majority of gun owners weren’t shooting people, and resented being lumped in with killers, and objected to efforts to squeeze their 2nd Amendment. Nor did the media morons notice that large elements of the population weren’t buying into psychiatric mental disorders or pop psychology as a way of life in a kinder gentler (drugged) society, but instead were determined to live their own lives with forward-looking energy. The media morons failed to notice that the attack of political-correctness creatures was being sloughed off and laughed off by increasing numbers of people who had no intention of censoring themselves.

Therefore, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Donald Trump, whom the media created as a cartoon of final judgement (“You’re fired!”—The Apprentice), would start firing all sorts of people in real life, with success.

But it did come as a surprise.

Because the media puffballs couldn’t imagine that a loose-talking devil-may-care-character would emerge on the scene and speak to the needs and frustrations of so many Americans—and bypass them, the media kings.

It was unthinkable.

Even worse, some Americans who didn’t agree with Trump and didn’t believe he was for real were still liking him, simply because he was cutting across the grain, he was talking back to media and telling them where to get off.

He was violating secrets of the media temple, matter-of-factly saying vaccines could cause autism, and promising to pin the blame for 9/11 on the real killers. He was refusing to go along with the gun-control crowd. He was blowing up the acceptable garble called political discourse. He was talking dismissive smack at his Republican opponents and at Hillary. He was saying the Globalist trade treaties were national sabotage and economic suicide.

He was his own media outlet.

And his ratings were soaring.

After Super Tuesday, he hit the top of the charts.

Exit From the Matrix

“But we’re the town criers. We announce the news to the townspeople. We take our orders from the princes and kings and spread their messages. We’re the eyes and ears and mouths of the public. We set the boundaries. We determine priorities and proprieties. We’re the civilized ones. We maintain order. We re-invent language. We decide what can be debated. We choose the representatives of each side. We own the space of The Discussion.”

Not today.

Trump—fake or real—has given the people a clue.

It doesn’t have to be the way it was.

A cowboy can parachute out of the top of his own tower, and as he descends past his financed and re-financed and formerly bankrupt suites—talking, always talking—as he floats past the mafia-controlled concrete of his structure—talking, always talking—he can broadcast a code to the frustrations of millions of unknown people; and they will respond, because the very media that has been hating them all these years is, somehow, wriggling and moaning at the end of the cowboy’s whip.

The media should have known this was coming, but the media never knows. Pale and dead, it imitates a world of its own making.

Exposed, that’s all it has.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

If a sane person took over Trump’s body

If a sane person took over Trump’s body

by Jon Rappoport

March 1, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

Body snatchers. Body switchers.

For the moment, for the purposes of argument, let’s say Donald Trump is a crazy son of a bitch. He doesn’t mean what he says. He doesn’t remember many things he says. He won’t really try to enact his promises if he’s the next President. Or (if you hate what he stands for), he will try to make those promises stick.

Now, let’s imagine a sane person could take over Trump’s body. Boom. A person who actually means what he says, who’s prepared to give his all, who cares about people, etc. Would that person keep any of Trump’s current rhetoric? Would he retain any part of Trump’s message?

In other words, if we could separate Trump the man from what he’s been saying, does any of it make sense? Does any of it, in fact, challenge the men who’ve really been running this country for a long time? Does any of it make them turn red, choke, spit, and fall down in the street?

Well, here are a few quotes from a recent Weekly Standard editorial, “Selling America Short,” by Max Boot and Benn Steil. Both authors are senior fellows at the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR). Steil is the CFR’s director of international economics, as well.

The CFR is the US home of Globalism, Inc.

No, the Weekly Standard authors aren’t choking and spitting (in public), they’re keeping their cool, but they aren’t happy:

“Start with trade policy, the area that, along with immigration, seems to exercise him [Trump] the most. One of America’s greatest accomplishments in the early postwar era was the creation of a rules-based international trade regime.”

“Governments stuck by this trade regime even through the recent financial crisis and recession. Trump, however, says he is prepared to abrogate America’s commitments, citing nothing more than the pretense that our importing more than we export is evidence of ‘cheating’ by foreign governments…As for the recently concluded 12-nation Trans-Pacific Partnership deal, not yet ratified by Congress, Trump has condemned it.”

Yes, indeed. These trade treaties (GATT, NAFTA, CAFTA, TPP, etc.) are the cornerstones of the Globalist cathedral. NAFTA, for example, allowed the massive export of cheap US corn to Mexico, put 1.5 million Mexican corn farmers into bankruptcy, and led some of those farmers to come across the border in the immigration wave.

The mainstream press doesn’t pound on that story.

The trade treaties have allowed US manufacturers to: shut down their factories here, throwing huge numbers of Americans out of work (including workers in inner cities); and set up those factories in countries where the going wage is three cents a day.

Then the products made abroad come back into the US as exports—without tariffs. That’s how the corporate scam works. That’s the only way it can work. And the cheap exports drive US competitors, who were hanging on by their teeth, into failure.

Perfect. Who could possibly oppose this marvelous operation?

Trump.

But he’s crazy, he doesn’t mean what he says, he’s a maniac.

Fine.

Who, of estimable character, will pick up this sword? Rand Paul? Gone. His father, Ron? Gone. Ralph Nader? Not present.

Who will run for President and assert, in no uncertain terms, that he’ll smash those trade treaties to bits, come hell or high water, regardless of prior agreements?

Bernie Sanders?

Yes, he opposes the trade deals. But does he have what it takes to a) win the nomination, and b) win the Presidency, and c) go to the wall, unilaterally declaring the trade treaties null and void, creating a planetary uproar, and bringing the whole house down?

Because that’s what it will take. No Congress is going to pass a law retracting the treaties. No government agency is going to rise up on its hind legs and revolt. No Supreme Court is going to cancel a treaty.

The US economy could fail completely and fall into abject ruin—and still no government entity would budge.

Bernie Sanders would never go way out on a limb and unilaterally declare trade treaties null and void.

These pundits and “fellows” and directors, who occupy little thrones at Globalist press outlets and think tanks and foundations and nonprofits? Suddenly—let a flood of analysts from overseas arrive, as “exports,” as “products,” “without tariffs,” snatching their jobs for far less money and putting them out on the street. Then, let’s find out how these newly unemployed Globalist experts feel about “free trade.” Let’s hear them scream about “America first.” Let’s see them foam at the mouth.

Let’s watch these intellectual goons hit the crazy-panic button and develop new theories about what America needs, when their self-interest is actually threatened, for the first time.

When they’re in the same position as US factory workers.

When they can feel the heat and the breath of disaster snuggling up against them in the night.

Some people believe Trump is a Mussolini. Well, there are a lot of Mussolini’s running around defending Globalism, as it purposely cuts the knees from millions of US jobs—thus creating an economically decimated country and a decimated planet.

An economically decimated planet is easier to command, from above. Which is the Globalist wet dream.

exit from the matrix

There is a crazy loose-talking cowboy running for President who seems to understand at least a part of this plan. And says he’ll torpedo it, no matter what. He now has a straight shot at winning the nomination.

He’d be running against a candidate who, in her wildest dreams, would never think of backing off one inch from Globalism Inc. If she isn’t lying through her teeth every day, she isn’t happy. If, every morning, there isn’t another foreign country to destabilize and drive into failed-nation status, she isn’t happy. As President, at last ensconced in the Oval Office, with The Power, she would cackle with mad glee, and take out her long list of old enemies against whom she intends to wreak final revenge.

If Trump is a Mussolini, what is she?

If you believe Trump is an unhinged lunatic, then there are two lunatics running against each other for the Presidency of the United States.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Super Tuesday: vote fraud looming? Flashback: Prop 37

Super Tuesday: vote fraud looming? Flashback: Prop 37

by Jon Rappoport

March 1, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

“There was the famous 2010 experiment, in which a team from Ann Arbor, Michigan, offered to hack the District of Columbia’s voting system. They broke in and reversed the count in the mayoral election. They also fabricated absentee votes from overseas and canceled out the real votes.” — Jon Rappoport

For the Republicans, 12 states and 661 delegates are up for grabs in the Primaries today. Trump is favored to rack up major wins.

If he doesn’t, and if instead Rubio (the GOP Party bosses’ choice) suddenly emerges, look for vote fraud.

As Paul Watson (Infowars) reported this morning, people in Travis County, Texas, have called KLBJ radio to report their votes for Trump were changed on the touch screens: Rubio’s name came up. That would indicate an intentional programming alteration.

There are obviously several ways to achieve vote fraud: reprogramming machines; reprogramming the transfer process, during which vote-counts from multiple machines are combined and added up; reprogramming an even later stage, during which combined vote-totals are merged at a higher level and reported to a wire service (e.g., AP) and/or the vote registrar in the state where voting is taking place.

Dovetailing with this level of fraud, we have the early premature calls of victory issued by television networks, who usually obtain their information from wire services. These quick calls can act as a cover and a diversion, to dampen the possibility that anyone will challenge the result of the election.

To break this down further, here is my article, from November, 2012, on the California Prop 37 scandal. Prop 37 attempted (and failed) to win voter approval for mandating GMO labels on food:

“Did Prop 37 Really Lose Or Was It Vote Fraud?”

Hold your horses.

On election night, not long after the polls closed in California, the announcement came: Prop 37 was losing. A little while later, it was all over. 37 had gone down to defeat.

But is that the whole story? No.

As of 2:30PM today, Thursday, November 8th, two days after the election, many votes in California remain uncounted.

I tried to find out how many.

It turns out that the Secretary of State of CA, responsible for elections in the state, doesn’t know.

I was told all counties in California have been asked, not ordered, to report in with those figures. It’s voluntary.

So I picked out a few of the biggest counties and called their voter registrar offices. Here are the boggling results:

Santa Clara County: 180,000 votes remain uncounted.

Orange County: 241,336 votes remain uncounted.

San Diego County: 475,000 votes remain uncounted.

LA County: 782,658 votes remain uncounted.

In just those four counties, 1.6 million votes remain uncounted.

The California Secretary of State’s website indicates that Prop 37 is behind by 559,776 votes.

So in the four counties I looked into, there are roughly three times as many uncounted votes as the margin of Prop 37’s defeat.

And as I say, I checked the numbers in only four counties. There are 54 other counties in the state. Who knows how many votes they still need to process?

So why is anyone saying Prop 37 lost?

People will respond, “Well, it’s all about projections. There are experts. They know what they’re doing. They made a prediction…”

Really? Who are those experts?

For big elections, the television networks often rely on a private consortium called the National Election Pool (NEP). NEP does projections and predictions. Did NEP make the premature call on Prop 37? So far I see no evidence one way or the other.

NEP makes some calls for the television networks, but NEP is composed of CBS, CNN, FOX, NBC, ABC, and AP. It could hardly be called an independent source of information for those networks.

NEP has AP (Associated Press) do the actual vote tabulating, and NEP also contracts work out to Edison Media Research and Mitofsky International to do exit polls and projections based on those polls.

Edison Media Research did the exit polls in the state of Washington for this Election Day. How? They surveyed 1493 people by phone. Based on that, I assume they made all the projections for elections in that state, even though there is no in-person voting in Washington, and voters can submit their ballots by mail, postmarked no later than Election Tuesday. So how could Edison know anything worth knowing or projecting about mail-in ballots on election night?

Both Edison Research and Mitofsky were involved in the 2004 election scandal (Kerry-Bush), in which their exit polls confounded network news anchors, because the poll results were so far off from the incoming vote-counts.

So if NEP did the premature Prop 37 projections that handed Prop 37 a resounding loss, there is little reason to accept their word.

We’re faced with a scandal here. An early unwarranted projection against Prop 37 was made, when so many votes were still uncounted.

Those votes are still uncounted.

Why should we believe anything that comes next?

—end article—

Then, a month later, on December 10, 2012, I wrote this:

Food Democracy Now is weighing in on Prop 37 vote fraud, having discovered that the California Secretary of State, in charge of all elections in CA, has stopped posting updates on the ongoing vote count.

From November 6 all the way to up to December 4, these updates were posted daily on the Secretary of State’s website. Then…blackout. No more updates.

Maybe it has something to do with this: On December 4, YES ON 37 votes climbed over the six-million mark: 6,004,628. Food Democracy Now reported it. Then, suddenly, the YES ON 37 votes reversed!

That’s right. They went back to the previously reported number: 5,986,652.

This is apparently a new wrinkle in vote counting. You can not only add votes, you can go backwards. You can lose 18,000 votes with the flick of a wrist or the blink of a digital operation.

Now you see 18,000 Yes votes, now you don’t.

The latest Food Democracy Now article on vote fraud mentions a team of independent statisticians, who have found “statistical anomalies” in the largest voting precincts of nine CA counties, including LA, San Francisco, San Diego, Alameda, and Orange.

To anyone who has followed this debacle of an election, it’s clear that Prop 37 suffered a stunning setback in the early vote reports, on election night. No on 37 jumped out to a huge lead, shortly after the polls closed. Then, Yes on 37 began making up ground.

So it’s likely fraud occurred in that early period.

Also worth noting: I previously wrote about the Secretary of State’s “top-to-bottom” review (2007) of all electronic voting systems then in use in CA. This review discovered fatal flaws in all four systems…but then three of those systems were re-approved for use, after being disqualified. I see no clear evidence that the flaws were fixed.

The top-down review mentioned that Alameda County (one of the counties the team of statisticians is now studying for fraud) had purchased voting machines that turned out to be counterfeits. They had been advertised as legitimate, but they weren’t.

I’m told the Yes on 37 campaign is alert to Food Democracy Now’s charges of fraud, and they are considering a petition for a recount. We’ll see.

Of course, no recount will expose electronic fraud unless very talented experts can examine the full range of electronic systems now in use in CA.

—end of December 2012 article—

This should give you a flavor of vote fraud at work.

On the surface, it’s all vanilla. But as you dig down, you find rotting material.

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Finally, in December, 2012, I wrote this:

I tracked the early media call against Prop 37, on election night, to its most probable source, the Associated Press (AP).

AP, the giant wire service, is officially a non-profit owned by 1400 member newspapers, who use its services and also contribute articles. However, as everyone knows, the newspaper business in America is dying. Its bottom line is sitting in a lake of red ink, and the lake is sitting in an ocean of red ink.

That means these newspapers, and the corporations who own them, have been re-financing their very existence with loans, and loans to pay off earlier loans. That means banks.

Now you’re getting into the oligarchy that owns this country.

—And what that oligarchy wants; what they want to win, and who they want to win…

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Trump: will the powers-that-be destroy him?

Being a real populist just got real.

by Jon Rappoport

February 22, 2016

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Trump. He’s for real. No he isn’t. He means what he says. No he doesn’t. He’s a joke. He’s serious. He’s a liberator. No, he’s the next Mussolini. He’s sane and lucid. He’s off his rocker. He cares about people. He’s a racist. He’ll take American back where it belongs. He’ll drive it over a cliff.

Whatever you think about the man, his campaign has just acquired a new level of reality, after his victory in South Carolina. And the people who were looking to destroy him have greater reason to pursue their goal.

I’m not just talking about the Republican Party bosses. I’m talking about the Rockefeller Globalists, who are watching Trump attack their trade treaties, as he vows to bring jobs back to America. Those treaties are the Globalists’ holy of holies. They’re portals to an emerging world of much deeper poverty and suffering—and as such they’re vital to a new grotesque Globalist planetary order.

Trump now has a straight shot at the Republican nomination. Apparently, nothing he says, short of claiming God and Jesus are fairy tales, will affect his poll numbers.

One line of attack against him would occur at the nominating convention. If the GOP honchos, by hook or by crook, can keep Rubio and Cruz in the race, they might be able to enter the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, in July, with split numbers—no clear winner. After that split vote holds up on the first ballot, all bets are off. The brokers will move in and start making deals behind the scenes. Delegates can switch their positions.

The main target would be Cruz. Promise him the moon; get him to release his delegates and declare he favors Rubio, who is the GOP’s man. Rubio is who the Party bosses want.

But if Cruz stands firm, and if two or three more ballots fail to produce a winner, then the GOP would do a switch and tell Rubio that, for the sake of the Party, he has to fall on his sword and instruct his delegates to line up for Cruz. In other words, the GOP will do anything to stop Trump, including losing the general election.

A scene like this at the Republican Convention would enter a new kind of hell. Trump supporters, seeing the theft of the nomination in real time, ballot by ballot, would blow the roof off the Arena.

If Trump enters the Convention with the nomination locked up, or if he emerges the winner after a few ballots, the GOP will face a dilemma. Should they back him to the hilt or back away, undermine him, and let Hillary demolish him in November?

On his part, if Trump sees his own Party betraying him, he can go directly to the American people and tell them what’s happening—and how this is clear evidence that the Republican GOP needs a complete overhaul—a feat he promises to accomplish. Then, even if he loses the election, he’ll become the de facto leader of his Party, and the bosses will feel his wrath. This is what the GOP honchos fear most. They can handle losing the election, but being thrown off the ramparts of their little fiefdoms and crashing on the rocks below, rattlesnake blood oozing from broken veins…that would be the ultimate devastation.

Meanwhile, the Globalist elite are lining up and considering their options. How about a straight assassination? Donald has a heart attack in a hotel room. Or at a ranch in Texas. Probably better to choose another state. Obviously, the uproar over a stolen nomination at the Quicken Arena would be nothing compared with the fallout from a hit. The very pillars of the “democracy” would fracture.

There is always an upside to chaos, from the Globalists’ point of view, but other options may be open.

If, by some miracle, he wins the nomination and the general election…

A sit-down with Trump. Now. Just in case. Explain to the man that trade treaties, once signed, can’t be thrown in the trash. They’re legally binding. As President, Trump would face unconquerable opposition on that front. However, how about a deal? Donald’s strong suit. Certain accommodations can be made. Negotiations with China and Mexico, to gain a “somewhat more favorable trade balance” for the US. Looks good, seems good, and it is good, in a limited context. Nothing overtly radical. But a political victory. The trade treaties remain undisturbed. NAFTA, CAFTA, GATT, TPP are in place. Bring some, but not many, manufacturing jobs back to the US. A few mega-corporations will cooperate. Again, looks good, seems good. The press will issue compliments.

Overall result? Slightly more than cosmetic, far less than triumphant.

“It’s the best you can hope for, Donald. You’re a businessman. You’re, above all, sensible. You can get something, or you can try for the moon and fall out of the sky and crash and get nothing. Use your mentality, step up to reality.”

“As for the Big Wall along the Mexican border, you can put up a short piece of a wall, Donald. A showpiece. Great photo-op. Mexico will pay for it, sort of. You know how that works. And then you can stem part of the flow of immigration. Just enough to make a difference, if we massage the numbers. You’re good, we’re good, it’s a win-win, which is what every deal aims for.”

Understand that these Globalists can be very persuasive, because they’re smart and reasonable, and they already hold many cards in the deck. As with any major crime organization, they present “the client” his options, given the shape of the landscape in which they are the kings and the princes.

It’s a re-make of Godfather One. Brando has mob power. Given his position, he’s a reasonable and generous and even caring man—as long as the supplicant comes to him with respect. And if the supplicant himself is reasonable, so much the better.

Does Trump truly understand what being a populist means, according to a definition few men can fulfill? It means going back to the people every time a bribe or compromise is offered to him and explaining it and denouncing it and rejecting it and demanding that the people support him, as he goes up against the Olympians of this world. It means exposing the real art of the real deal.

Is Trump that man? Is it possible? The Globalist crime bosses of deep politics have no doubts. They’re sure he isn’t. Why would he be? His whole career has been based on wheeling and dealing to arrive at his objectives. They see him as just another client.

“All right, Donald, we can give a little on trade imbalances and immigration. But look on the bright side. You can command the Armed Forces. Here’s a list of targets you can bomb with impunity. You can act tough and talk tough. You can protect the security of the United States and ratchet up your poll numbers.”

I’m sketching these deals in order to reveal the difference between a real populist and a fake one. There are almost no real ones in politics, because the price they have to pay is too high. They have to return to the people, over and over, and tell them about all the temptations that are being laid out and offered on the golden table—compromises which will essentially change nothing, but instead will derail efforts at true reform. Real populists would have to take their case, over and over, back to the people, and if necessary shatter the foundations of “political business as usual.”

They’d have to wear a real suit of armor and ride on a real horse.

They’d have to make a commitment that exceeds anything they ever imagined.

There is campaign talk, election talk, and Presidential talk. The first two are easy. Even Presidential talk is easy for a sold-out occupant of the Oval Office. He can do it in his sleep. The script writes itself. But when was the last time a true rebel took control of the White House? When was the last time a man went up against the Globalists while wearing the mantle of Commander-in-Chief?

If you don’t understand Globalism, look at operations designed to look like humanitarian heraldry while decimating economies, cultures, traditions, health; while inducing broad chaos behind which a “new order” can emerge to “solve the unrest.”

Look, for example, at the fraudulent climate agenda (lowered energy production for the whole planet); the “migration wave” (a cumulative chaos-inducer); the destruction of education systems (addled minds incapable of following a line of thought); medical care (kills 2.25 million people each decade in the US alone); “free trade” (allows mega-corporate plunderers to roam the world and wreak havoc on local producers and national economies).

These and other operations are woven together to soften up the world population and make control far easier to implement, from above.

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Every US President discovers at least some piece of this overall enterprise. Every President is vetted and mentored, so he grasps what he can he do—and what is off-limits and untouchable.

Trump, the fast-talking cowboy, has been stepping on the third and fourth and fifth rail of politics. The places where no one is supposed to go.

If he keeps winning Primaries, he isn’t whistling Dixie anymore. He’s in no-man’s land. He’s trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. He’s got blood on his shoes. He’s entering the mountain cave of the kings and princes with a handful of ideas he’s been mouthing, without concern for consequences—ideas he’s apparently now beginning to believe in. He’s no longer a happy-horseshit warrior. He’s no longer singing and tap-dancing in the rain.

He’s triggered the early warning system, and they’re waiting for him.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Trump vs. Pope: the cowboy vs. the head of Pedophile Central

Trump vs. Pope: the cowboy vs. the head of Pedophile Central

by Jon Rappoport

February 19, 2016

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Let’s try to assess US immigration policy vs. Vatican immigration policy.

Just a thought. Might turn up something. Who knows?

I notice the Vatican has a wall. A big high wall. It’s probably just a decorative feature, but I’ll take a wild guess and say it also tends to keep people out. Walls sometimes have that effect. I’m not sure why. It’s one of the enduring mysteries.

The Washington Times, 9/24/2015, “Pope’s call for immigration leniency unlikely to change debate”:

“The Vatican, for its part, welcomes millions of visitors a year — but allows only a very select few, who meet strict criteria, to be admitted as residents or citizens. Only about 450 of its 800 or so residents actually hold citizenship, according to a 2012 study by the Library of Congress.”

All right. So the Vatican (which is actually a nation) has, what, two or three immigrants?

James Robb, writing at thesocialcontract.com (“How Many Immigrants Does Vatican City Take?”), puts it bluntly:

“What it [Vatican City] does not have is any immigrants. Nor refugees. None.”

What about US immigration? Here’s an overall statement from migrationpolicy.org, “Frequently Requested Statistics on Immigrants and Immigration in the United States”:

“In 2013, approximately 41.3 million immigrants lived in the United States, an all-time high for a nation historically built on immigration.

“The United States remains a popular destination attracting about 20 percent of the world’s international migrants, even as it represents less than 5 percent of the global population.

“Immigrants accounted for 13 percent of the total 316 million U.S. residents; adding the U.S.-born children (of all ages) of immigrants means that approximately 80 million people, or one-quarter of the overall U.S. population, is either of the first or second generation.”

Got that? Depending on how you want to look at it, the number is between 40 and 80 million immigrants.

So: Vatican immigration vs. US immigration? The math- comparison isn’t hard to make, even for people raised in the American school system.

But of course, the Pope has to take a shot at Trump and the idea of building a wall between Mexico and America. Naturally. Why? Well, Virginia, if you really want to know the naked truth…

The Pope, like his predecessors, wants unlimited immigration because it obviously leads to chaos. That’s why. It’s quite simple, when you boil it down.

The Roman Church, you see, has always thrived in periods of chaos. Tumult. Conflict. Expanding poverty. The Church knows chaos. It’s built to handle it.

Widespread prosperity? No. It’s not made for that kind of future. Burgeoning prosperity is the enemy, before which the Church shrivels.

The Pope, as a contributing member and executive of Globalism, Inc., has the job of spreading poverty and lowered living standards wherever possible—because that is the world he and the Rockefeller Globalists are promoting.

Unlimited immigration is a gigantic con job, dressed up to look like heraldic humanitarianism—and of course the rubes and yokels and wild-eyed kiddie idealists fall for it like sugar freaks at a candy convention. The model is Hope and Spare Change.

Again, the real purpose of limitless immigration is chaos—behind which the heavy Globalist hitters come in and install their kind of order. Tight. Very tight. Top-down. It’s an old formula.

That’s why the Pope speaks about the climate-change agenda as well, which equals, when you strip away the messianic nonsense, lowered energy production for the whole planet. Further grinding poverty, from Nome to Tierra del Fuego.

Do I really have to point out that anyone dressed up in a robe and a tall hat, riding in a bubble, who is infallible and heads up a flock of 1.25 billion people, is suspect?

Moving right along, you might look at this quote from AP/CBS News, 5/17/2014, “Vatican reveals how many priests defrocked for sex abuse since 2004”:

“The Vatican revealed Tuesday that over the past decade, it has defrocked 848 priests who raped or molested children and sanctioned another 2,572 with lesser penalties, providing the first ever breakdown of how it handled the more than 3,400 cases of abuse reported to the Holy See since 2004.”

Yes, and how many cases have gone unreported, or were concealed by the Church? Notice, too, the penalties for the criminal priests: being fired from the job (defrocking), and “lesser” discomforts (lifetime penance and prayer).

The current Pope has spoken out against these crimes, but what has he actually done about them?

Time Magazine, February 11, 2016, “Catholic Church Tells Bishops They Are Not Obliged to Disclose Child Sex Abuse: Report”:

“The Catholic Church is allegedly telling newly ordained bishops that they have no obligation to report child-sexual-abuse allegations to law-enforcement officials, saying instead that the decision to take such claims to the authorities should be left to victims and their families.

“The policy was first reported by a veteran Vatican journalist at Catholic news website Crux, who cited a presentation given by French Monsignor Tony Anatrella.

“Anatrella, a consultant to the Pontifical Council for the Family and the Pontifical Council for Health Care Workers, also authored a training document for new bishops released by Church authorities last week, in which similar guidelines are laid out.

‘“According to the state of civil laws of each country where reporting is obligatory, it is not necessarily the duty of the bishop to report suspects to authorities, the police or state prosecutors in the moment when they are made aware of crimes or sinful deeds,’ his document states, according to a citation in the Guardian.”

Really, Pope Francis?

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Maybe His Eminence should worry about putting his own house in order. Perhaps, safely tucked away inside Vatican City, he’ll have time to contemplate the number of immigrants his City admits versus the number of pedophile priests in his worldwide operation versus the number of victims of those priests.

Then he might come up with a formula suggesting priorities.

Instead of jabbering about a nation in which 40-80 million immigrants already reside.

Don’t hold out hope, though. After the lights go down in Vatican City, I’m sure those esteemed prelates regale each other with stories of the desolate Middle Ages, when Church power really meant something…and how they long and plan for a return to those glory days as partners now in Globalism Inc.

When the masks come off.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Trump: why Bilderberg, WEF/Davos, and CFR have shingles

Technocrats, Davos Globalists can’t stop talking about Trump

by Jon Rappoport

January 23, 2016

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The Donald shoots from the hip and changes his tune every few minutes. True. He thinks about one thing, and that reminds him of something else, and then he goes off on that. However, as he keeps talking and talking and talking, he’s deciding that some of what he’s saying makes sense. He’s firming up his belief in his own sales-pitch. He’s doubling down and getting serious.

And one of the things he’s serious about is trade deals. Bad Globalist deals. Deals that steal more American jobs. He and Bernie Sanders wouldn’t admit it, but they both agree on this general point.

In fact, a new study out of Tufts University torpedoes glowing estimates of the latest such deal, the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP). The study authors predict the consequences: another 450,000 jobs will be lost in the US by 2025. Oops. Another Globalist trade treaty sucks life out of the American economy. Which is precisely why Obama is obsessed with passing it.

(The study is titled “Trading Down: Unemployment, Inequality and Other Risks of the Trans-Pacific Partnership Agreement.” A quick breakdown of the study is on techdirt.com, here; free access to the full paper is on tufts.edu, here)

Bilderberg and the Council on Foreign Relations and Rockefeller Globalists are counting on the TPP. It’s one of their precious babies. They want to undermine the US economy. It’s part of their sink-America program, to pave the way for One United Planet under one management system. Not an American empire. A globalist empire.

And they don’t want some out-of-control US Presidential candidate, whose crowds and poll numbers keep swelling like a massive infection, to swipe and swipe and swipe at these trade treaties and dream up ways to bring more jobs back home. They definitely don’t want that—especially after their current marionette in the White House has done such fine work drowning the economic life of the US. The issuance of new credit cards and part-time work at fast-food joints pouring chocolate on French fries don’t equal renewed prosperity, in case you were fooled by official economic-indicator reports.

These elite Globalist don’t believe for a minute that Trump alone can turn back the clock on their ongoing destruction. But they do realize he can keep talking about it. And in doing so, he can force more people to wake up to the fact that they’re being screwed—and how they’re being screwed.

Globalism is all about allowing mega-corporations to take their factories and jobs out of the country overseas. It’s a cornerstone of every trade deal. Mega-corps can manufacture their products more cheaply in a hell hole with slave workers, and then export those products back here (and to other industrialized countries)—and pay no tariffs. How sweet (and destructive) it is.

Trump, like some swaggering cowboy, keeps shooting his six-guns at this program, even though he doesn’t apparently understand the bottom-line motivation behind it. Or who knows? Maybe he does and he’s staying silent about it.

How did this guy get in the door? Why can’t the media shut up about him? Why does every attack against him, valid or invalid, bring more supporters to his side? What happened to Globalist Jeb? Why is he curled up in fetal position in his bedroom eating Snickers and watching home movies of his family?

Hillary is on board with the Globalist program. She’s all about cold-blooded revenge against the greatest number of people possible. She eats attacks against her, and converts them into dark anti-matter.

But Trump? He’s Mr. Brassy Salesman who parlayed his con and his bankruptcies and his execrable TV show into a fortune. And then he somehow got a few actual ideas into his oversized head. How? Why? Can’t somebody put him on a no-fly list? Can’t he be declared a terrorist or at least a national security risk? Can’t the NSA cough up a few juicy tidbits about his personal life? Haven’t the FBI or the CIA already slipped a few slimeballs into his campaign? There are spies who spy on spies spying on other spies, and they can’t squeeze out one rank and repulsive fact that’ll sink Trump’s ship?

In his 2003 Memoirs, David Rockefeller wrote:

“Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as ‘internationalists’ and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure—one world, if you will. If that is the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.”

Are we going to let darling David, who’s what, 175 years old now, go to his grave hearing the absurd burlesque echoes of Donald Trump ringing in his ears?

What used to be called the Eastern Establishment—Globalist Ivy League domeheads gazing at the world through the wrong ends of telescopes from Park Avenue penthouses—are in a Trump quandary. They’re disturbed. They have incipient ass-rash and stress-shingles. The natural order of things is wobbling.

Shut this Momzer up!

The permanent underclass must expand.

Economic chaos must prevail, so a new order can be instituted.

Mega-corporations must rule the world (for a while).

The Globalist hope is this: Eventually, Trump will be discredited as a goofball; and therefore, for the foreseeable future, no one else with any clout will raise the issue of trade treaties or the destruction of economies. Trump and whatever he stood for will be remembered as a flash in the pan, a one-hit wonder.

Globalism, as it moves forward, will become a forgotten word.

And the band will play on.

Understand: there are two basic stripes of Globalist. The first is America-first. They want a single managed planet, but they want the US to be the top-boss in the crime empire. The second, as evidenced by the Rockefeller quote above, and by the core international membership of Bilderberg heavy hitters, want shared leadership. The balance is delicate, and the conflict is real. As it moves forward, the last thing both types of Globalists want is some yahoo stepping into the frame and disrupting the whole show.

Trump’s qualifications for the Presidency, such as they are, are entirely beside this point. Whether he was originally put front and center to serve as a losing foil for Hillary Clinton is also, now, beside the point. He’s acquired too much support. As far as the Globalists are concerned, he is a problem.

Perhaps the polls are all wrong and the Primary season will douse the glow on his candle, and by the time the July Republican convention rolls around he’ll be back in New York wheeling and dealing real estate. They hope. There’s a chance no candidate will have enough votes for a slam-dunk nomination in Cleveland, in which case the process will be “brokered,” as they say. Jeb could then exert his power and play his cards behind the scene. But that would cause a major uproar among Trump’s supporters as they cry foul and raise hell, igniting a new nightmare.

Hillary’s inner circle might still be in the process of building up Trump, because they continue to believe he’ll be an easy mark in the election—but it seems late in the game for such a reckless assessment, given how far Trump has come in the last few months.

If some hidden ally is trying to help Trump stay afloat, he might also have non-Globalist convictions. Who, besides China (already in Trump’s crosshairs), is the biggest outsider vis-à-vis free trade? Who is angrily opposing the upcoming Globalist TTIP trade deal, which would cement tighter relations between the European Union and the US and make him even more of an outsider? Who has already expressed admiration for Trump and received kind words from The Donald? Yes, this is mere speculation, but there is one man who fits that bill:

Vladimir Putin. And Putin certainly took notice, last year, when the-hawk-Hillary compared him to, let’s see, who was that again, oh yes, Hitler.

Real estate cowboy and KGB lieutenant colonel? Different galaxies, but they have at least one thing in common: they like believing they’re the toughest guy in the room. Do they both like war too much?

As for the Republican party bosses, they’re going crazy trying to derail Trump. Their main argument seems to be: he’s not a legitimate candidate. But behind that, their actual concern comes back to their own membership in the Globalist club. By allowing Trump to maintain center stage, they’re violating every club rule. And the men who own them aren’t happy. Not happy at all. So these party big shots are backing away from Trump as far as they can, swearing loudly: “See, he’s not our man! Honest, we hate him! He’s a fiend! We want to fire him!”

But so far, Trump still has a patent on that phrase: “You’re fired!”

National politics and international politics are rigged games from top to bottom. But once in a while, a wild one turns up. That person may have started out as just another piece of the fix, but then he breaks away from the pack and stakes out his own territory. When this happens, he’s usually squelched long before he can build up a head of steam. But not now, not in this case.

The horse is out of the barn. And he’s not sprinting for the horizon. He’s prancing and dancing in the pasture. He’s rearing up on his hind legs, he’s jumping, he’s kicking up his heels. He’s doing whatever he wants to. And that’s the key, because the rest of the horses have long since been trained to act like machines. People know the difference. If given the choice, they move to the wild one. He reminds them that they, too, have been socialized to become machines. And they want out.

Yes, there is an definite upside and a downside to this shock and surprise and unpredicted circumstance. But regardless, it’s a fact. It’s happening.

People might wish the wild one was a Caruso or a Nijinsky or an Olivier or a Lincoln or a Tom Paine or a Gandhi—instead of a fast-talking self-promoting New York real estate hustler, who suddenly flips a switch and wants to go to war.

But in a machine world, strange things happen.

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When the mandated pattern for all social behavior is cracked and broken and smashed, strange creatures emerge on stage, under the lights. However distorted they may seem, the audience suddenly pays attention, sniffing something they barely remember, but desperately want.

Does the creature dancing across the footlights accurately reflect the audience’s desire? It doesn’t matter to the audience. Because the thing most wished for, and most precious, is an article called freedom.

Will some people misinterpret what it means? You bet they will. They’ll say it’s license. They’ll do all sorts of crazy things with it.

When governments and corporations and media agents keep reshaping the world into new versions of locked-down conformity and robot behaviorism, the breakout will never be smooth.

—The original crime is the individual surrendering his own uniqueness, his own mind, his own imagination, his own formidable power. That’s where it started, and that’s where it comes back to.

Shrugging off inner slavery, across a whole population, and regressing in fear back to the mean, and breaking out again, are more than most people can handle.

But for those who can grasp the core of it, a new dawn rises. And things will never be the same again.

And that leaves Trump or any politician far behind.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

What is Donald Trump doing to media reality?

What is Donald Trump doing to media reality?

by Jon Rappoport

December 11, 2015

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“Even if Trump is a prop-figure set up to sweep the other Republican candidates off the board and pave the way for Hillary to win the election, something else is going on. Something deeper and much weirder.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

Donald Trump, a figure of authority? A folk-hero? A man who can say anything, get away with it, and become more popular? How did this happen? How was Trump sculpted, if you will, to become what he is now?

NBC once loved him. Let’s not forget that. They set up The Apprentice for him. There he sat, a Pope of business, a genius of goof, deciding which contestants moved on and which were expelled into the outer darkness with their luggage. The tasks the contestants strove to complete were ridiculous. They ended up (winners and losers alike) looking like demented and humiliated kiddie-props in a parody of “the business of America is business.”

(“Okay, your assignment is to make signs, stand on a street corner, and sell yak dung.”)

No problem. For several seasons, the television audience adored the show. “You’re fired” became Trump’s signature. And of course, now, during the Presidential campaign, he’s doing the same thing—firing everybody he can think of. To say this is appealing to millions of people is a vast understatement.

Trump is firing politicians, candidates, media, the GOP, immigrants, government bureaucrats, trade representatives and their deals. Wherever he casts his eye, there is somebody to dump.

Trump began as a media creation. They embraced him as a brash, interesting, weird cartoon—and he went with it.

He came across like a happy greedy child playing with toys—hotels, casinos, apartment buildings, golf courses. Then he’d allude to his own brilliance in being able to maneuver the deals that brought the toys into existence.

The media loved this. They loved his crazy hair. They loved his wives, his marriages, his grin, his unselfconscious babble. They kept building him up.

“When I’m President,” he says now, “I’ll make better deals. For America.” Well, he’s already been popularized by media, if only in a Disneyesque animation, as the king of dealmakers. It fits.

In the middle of this campaign storm, Trump and the media are joined at the hip. The media created him, and now they can’t shake him off. He’s a fascist, he’s a racist, the pundits say, but it doesn’t matter. They keep trying to dig his grave and put him in it, but there is no funeral. The more they attack him, the more excitement they generate.

If it turned out The Donald were a closet hermaphrodite, would it really matter? Or would his followers say, “Wow, that’ll show those LGBT fanatics.”

Now, throw into the mix how large numbers of people feel about open borders, terror attacks, gun control, and the export of American jobs overseas—their guy, Trump, is reflecting those feelings with unmistakably decisive remarks, without a teleprompter, without sing-song political-android vagueness…so you have a super-potent catalyst roaming the countryside, blowing people out of their passive minds.

Trump isn’t manipulating the media, he isn’t sitting around thinking of ways to stir up their hatred, he isn’t a Hillary with teams of lizards calculating which issue she should pounce on at any given moment, he isn’t a Jeb huddling in his own pool of tears with a few billion bucks, planning his comeback. Trump jots down a quick note on a napkin, puts it in his pocket, strides through a crowd, gets up on a stage, and lets it rip. Everything he says reminds him of something else and he goes with the latest thought. His speeches look like a roadmap of a bee’s zig-zag through a pasture.

The media are suffering from the Frankenstein Effect. They invented Trump, and now he is taking them to a place they don’t want to go.

He’s already trekked into no-go zones. For example, he’s said that of course vaccines can cause autism. What happens, for example, if tomorrow he suddenly changes his current message on ISIS (bomb them, censor them online) and says of course the US government created ISIS and now the Obama administration is patting itself on the back for stepping up military action against its own partner? What happens if he starts pounding on that tune?

Wild card, joker in the deck, loose cannon, cowboy don’t even begin to describe what Trump is becoming. His supporters are also celebrating a revolt against political correctness, and Trump is their man. Carefully assess what you say before you say it? Are you kidding? In this sense as well, the media have created their own problem, acting as shills and cheerleaders for correct language—and now that op is coming back to haunt them.

Here’s another tidbit. For the past 20 years, the media have been gargling and sputtering and uttering mealy-mouthed he-said he said “reports” about the effects of Globalism on American jobs. Trump has taken that creature out to the barn and shot it. He’s talking about rescinding the trade deals that have been forwarding Globalism. Does he mean it? Does he understand what such an effort would take? His followers think so.

Waiting in the wings: If Trump addresses residents of inner cities, directly and often, and tells them he will bring back jobs for them (whereas no one else will), who knows how much trouble he could stir up in the ranks of the Republican and Democratic parties, and who knows how much support will pour out of those decimated inner-city communities.

This isn’t Rand Paul or Ron Paul or Ralph Nader or Bernie Sanders talking about Globalism. This is a billionaire marshal riding into town and promising to flash coin. This is the host of The Apprentice saying, “I can fire, but I also can hire.” This is a wide-screen IMAX cartoon saying, “I’m real. I’ll bring back prosperity.”

How do the Sunday morning news-talk hosts and their guest experts stand up against him? Trump is shrugging and summarily announcing, “They’re jerks.” He’s blowing away the media who made him, and they can’t undo what they’ve birthed.

The conventional wisdom is Trump will fall when the media uncover something truly horrible from his past and blast it out, day after day. You mean saying the Internet needs to be censored and many immigrants must be deported isn’t enough to sink his ship? So far, apparently not.

And scandals and possible scandals have already been aired. There was the accusation that he raped his wife Ivana. She eventually defended him and said no. Four of his companies have declared Chapter 11 bankruptcy. According to Salon, he was a figurehead for a company called ACN, which operated as a pyramid scheme. Trump denied having anything to do with ACN. There are ongoing legal actions against Trump University in New York and California, claiming the University committed fraud and deception against students in its real estate curriculum and hustled them for millions of $$.

This last potential scandal carries the most danger, in part because the NY case is headed up by the state Attorney General, Eric Schneiderman, who has filed a $40 million lawsuit against Trump. Former students have filed two class-action suits against The Donald.

And yet…all the above-mentioned scandals have already been covered in the press, and Trump’s poll ratings haven’t suffered.

What’s going on?

Originally, the media created Trump as a celebrity and a phenomenon. They made him big. A very big and wild and weird cartoon. Now they’re trying to destroy him. But they can’t make him small and inconsequential because, again, they made him big and wild and weird, and the audience accepted him on that basis, in that image. The audience already took him in, already accepted and digested him. Media creations are hard to reverse when they’re cartoons. People love cartoons. Can anybody make Mickey Mouse vanish? Can anybody make the Simpsons forgettable?

The case of another famous cartoon is instructive: Arnold Schwarzenegger. He rode to victory, in 2003, and won the governorship of California based on his media-image as an all-powerful animation. It wasn’t until he was serving as governor that the picture faded. Only then did people realize he was just another politician. His infidelity, his fathering of a child with the family housekeeper, was the ultimate torpedo—but that scandal erupted long after his super-gloss had already dimmed.

Notice this: as The Arnold was running for the governorship in 2003, it was already on the record (1977) that he had used steroids (they were legal then) and had participated in orgies. Just several days before the election, the LA Times and CNN broke a story about “Gropegate.” Several women came forward with accounts of breast-grabbing, buttock-grabbing. Another woman said Schwarzenegger had tried to remove her swimsuit in an elevator.

On Election Day, Arnold won by over a million votes. He beat out his closest competitor by 17 points.

Disney built an empire based on cartoons. John Wayne built a career being a cartoon. Comic books, graphic novels, and the movies based on them are blockbusters. Twelve days before the opening of the latest Star Wars movie, people are already camping out at theaters.

Meaning? People want to see reality reduced to extremes. One reason: they’re annoyed by subtleties. Another reason: they really believe that, at bottom, when the smoke and mirrors are removed, the world is a drama of light vs. dark, good vs. evil. If you think you can make that idea go away, you’re crazy.

And suppose on some level this drama is, in fact, playing out. Suppose a man riding in on years-worth of media-inflation says, in no uncertain terms, he can win that war. Suppose he actually believes it. Suppose he appeals to millions of people in a way that no other politician on the scene can, because he communicates in a loose direct conversational style, instead of droning on in the usual political cliché carved out by public-relations idiots for candidates who can’t escape sounding and looking like androids. Suppose his version of being a cartoon is “I’m the most honest guy you’ll ever meet.”

Suppose, among the blizzard of his statements and remarks, he is pinpointing several deep ongoing crimes of government, crimes other candidates are terrified of touching.

Suppose for decades now, the whole standard media-PR charade of national elections has conspired to outrage and sicken the American public.

Suppose Trump appears to be the opposite of standard.

Suppose the public is so fed up with this election charade they’d excuse their man, The Donald, if it came out that he’d dropped his mother in a volcano on Xmas Eve.

Suppose the media, who are trying to destroy Trump, have no one to blame but themselves, because they’ve been supporting thousands of political lies and liars for a long, long time using language no one cares about anymore.

Whereas the big, wild, and weird man coming into town is speaking in a different tongue.

Suppose, therefore, this is a clash of dimensions the media simply cannot understand.

In that case, what are we set for?

The people who hate the Trump the most continue to miss the point that he is coming with a different language, and his train and their train are passing, on different rails, in the night.

Once a Donald Duck, you last forever. Don’t underestimate that. Give Donald a fiery sword and a mission and a new and different quack, and you’ve got something that grabs the American subconscious and delivers a shock to the system.

“A cartoon came alive? He’s coming to town? He’s on television? He’s running for President? Get out of my way, I have to see this. I have to be part of it.”

After all, American society has turned into a cartoon. Yes, it can be vicious and painful. It can deliver terminal blows. But it’s an animation. When a piece of it suddenly detaches itself and steps forward into the light and talks, you better believe people are interested. Accept it, don’t accept it, Obama was one of those pieces, Bush was a piece, Clinton was certainly a piece. But none of them was as strange as Donald Trump.

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If somehow he wins the nomination, it remains to be seen how he’ll fare against that “woman sketch” named Hillary Clinton, a venal and vengeful and entitled caricature trying to keep her Shriek under control as she barrels down the road, smoke coming out her ears, toward the Oval Office.

It seems like a long time ago that one of the biggest networks in the world put Trump in a throne before a national audience every week—where he said over and over again, “You’re fired, you’re fired, you’re fired.” Is it really that surprising he can do the same thing now and find a huge audience?

The network, NBC, was Dr. Frankenstein. They brought Trump to life, and then he broke away, turned around, and attacked his masters.

It just so happens millions of people also want to attack NBC and the other networks and major news sources in this country for their wall-to-wall lies, their arrogant sense of entitlement, their insider clubby presumptions, their sold-out alliance with government and corporations, and their refusal to listen to the concerns of every-day Americans.

These media giants have been creating reality for the masses.

A revolt is in progress against that reality and its perpetrators.

A large number of Americans have come to the aid of a man/media-creation who, in his own way (love it or hate it), is leading it.

What else would you expect to happen?

You’re fired, you’re fired, you’re fired.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

The hollow people. The Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden.

by Jon Rappoport

September 15, 2015

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

Give any one of them the election and you’ll get more of the high-flying soap-opera brain-eating rhetoric that covers the Globalist agenda and Globalist crimes, that signals the pandering for votes.

Biz as usual. Business on a stick. Corn dog on a stick.

Hollow Hillary: “There cannot be true democracy unless all citizens are able to participate fully in the lives of their country.”

Zzzzz. Can I have a little ketchup on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “It is time to put policy ahead of politics and success ahead of the status quo. It is time for a new strategy to produce what we need: a stable Iraq government that takes over for its own people so our troops can finish their job.”

Can I have a little mayo on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “At the end of the day, the American people are going to be faced with some very tough judgments, because, at the current course this president is pursuing, I’m afraid that the next president will inherit this situation, with all of its complexity and all of its heartbreak…”

Can I have a little cheese on my corn dog?

Hollow Jeb: “I think we need to lift our spirits and have high, lofty expectations for this great country of ours.”

Can I have a few more chlorine ice cubes in my Coke?

Hollow Jeb: “Governors have to balance budgets. And they have to make decisions. And they have to do things that sometimes aren’t popular. And they also have to bring people together to try to solve problems.”

Can I have a few more rubbery fries from last week?

This is the kind of language we’ve become used to.

Grown in a lab, then left to rot. Sick substance. Low-grade fever. Robot plastic for robot minds.

“What? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that language. It’s what politicians and leaders do. It’s expected. It’s actually comfortable.”

Yes, comfortable, like a sheet drawn over a dead body in a police case that will never be solved.

“Hillary and Jeb weren’t able to make it to the debate tonight. But they left messages for the viewing audience. We’re bringing those messages in, in a hermetically sealed aluminum container. No one has read the words yet. A representative from Price Waterhouse will now cut the seals and reveal the contents. Every syllable was created by a special computer buried on the moon…”

So last night Trump strolls into a hall in Dallas, lays down his ten-gallon hat and his six-guns and talks for an hour or so to an audience of 20,000 without a teleprompter.

He says, “Cheer or boo if you like the media.”

He says, “The [illegal immigrant] gangs will be outta hear so friggn’ fast…We have to stop this sanctuary city crap…I refuse to eat Oreo [cookies] anymore. They’re moving from Chicago to Mexico…[I’ll lay on a] 35% tax [tariff] on cars from [American car companies] coming in [from their plants in Mexico]…I’ll make the announcement at 9am…and I’m going to get the call from the CEO of Ford…Mr. President [Trump], I think you are doing the wrong thing…by 5pm [that day]…Ford will be bringing the plants back to the USA…Obamacare: we’re going to repeal it…”

He says he’s going to wipe out the huge trade deficits with China, Japan, and Mexico. Make new deals, better deals. Therefore, new jobs in America.

He’s letting it all hang out. He’s thinking as he’s talking. He’s remembering all the things he hates about American politics and politicians and bumbling American negotiators. He cuts himself off while talking about trade deals and abruptly launches into an attack on Obamacare and John Kerry and the Iran deal and then mentions that he, Trump, knows everything there is to know about making deals, and he knows the greatest and toughest and most ruthless negotiators in the world, and he will bring them on board to reverse the lousy self-destructive deals the US has made with other governments…

He’s all over the map. He’s going to build a great beautiful Trump Wall at the Mexican border for a few billion dollars and Mexico will pay for it and they’ll be happy to pay for it, because not paying for it will endanger the 50- billion-dollar trade advantage they have with the US—an advantage he is personally going to shrink anyway.

In the history of America, no politician has ever made a speech like this. Not in front of 20,000 people, not with his big poll numbers.

Of course, most of America still believes in the hollow people, the Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden. At least they say they do. But inside, where no one can see, they believe they’re trapped and they want to get out. They sense that this creature, Trump, is aware of the trap and he wants to spring it. He’s talking the way they would, if they dared to.

The jobs have gone away. The money has gone away. For half the country, this is Food Stamp America and Welfare America and NAFTA America and hunger America.

And Trump seems to be talking about jobs. Money. Better days. He’s not talking about how the country was founded on racist principles. He’s not talking about God. He’s talking about people going back to work. And it’s not just what he’s talking about, but how.

He’s slinging mud. He’s mocking his opponents. He’s bragging. He’s angry. He’s enjoying himself. He’s off the cuff. He’s a crazy stream of consciousness in a buttoned-up media-tized America. He could load up on coffee and talk for three days straight and turn out a book. He’s a lava-flowing subconscious in a moonscape of a nation.

He’s looking at the US as a business that’s going down the toilet, and he’s going to take it over and fire all the slackers and fakers and dolts and hangars-on and morons and revamp it and send it into orbit.

He’s going to slap around the news anchors and the talk-show hosts and the Eastern establishment journalists with their nasal superiority complexes.

Bring up the name of any famous person and Trump will say, “I know him. He’s a really nice guy, but he’s an idiot. He just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He lives in my building. I see him all the time. He’s a great guy. He’s not an idiot, but he’s, let’s say, wrong on every issue…”

He’s saying, “Look, you people have been worshiping wealth and money and power for a long time. Well, I have, too. And I made it. I’m on top. So you can choose me, or you can choose one of those closet socialists who wants commissars and agencies and rules and endless red tape that strangles everybody. You can choose a cowboy who doesn’t care what people think, or you can choose a pampered android who talks in circles. You can choose somebody who wants the government to run the whole show in America and drives us into bankruptcy and poverty for the sake of humanity, or you can choose me.”

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Trump is a walled-off subconscious bubbling up to the surface and leaping across the landscape.

Ultimately, he isn’t about politics. He’s about crazy bad sometimes funny poetry exploding out of the hollow caverns of fear and paralysis in which the population lives.

Most people have no clue about this, but what the country needs is take-no-prisoners poets. And if Trump is the first one to jump into the political fray in a while, so be it.

The hollow candidates have nothing. No matter what they say, they’re excreting android public relations energy. They’re cheap realtors with cardboard houses they need to push. They’re like doctors hustling for patients. They’re holding up X-rays and offering drug prescriptions and making false diagnoses at every turn. They’re rubber-glove-wearing grotesqueries standing in the cold half-light of offices with anatomy charts on the walls.

They’re death warmed over and death cooled down and death on wheels preaching living death.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Is Trump a stage prop to hand Hillary the election?

Is Trump a stage prop to hand Hillary the election?

by Jon Rappoport

September 1, 2015

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

“In acting, sincerity is everything. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” — George Burns

Like it or not, accept it or not, there is a code you have to crack, in order to understand big elections.

They’re fixed. And in this piece, I’m not talking about rigged voting machines. On psychological, mental, and spiritual levels, the fix is in, because of one overriding factor:

The voters are oh so sincere.

And they shouldn’t be. It’s killing them.

Yes, that’s right.

The media presentation called The Election is a straight con from the get-go. Anyone who is sucked into it is a rube, a yokel, a hick.

So the question about whether Donald Trump is running to suck votes away from other Republican candidates or win the nomination himself, in order to deliver the presidency to Hillary? That’s a non-starter.

Who cares? What are we talking about here?

What’s the alternative if Trump isn’t running? Jeb vs. Hillary in November? The Bush crime family versus the Clinton crime family? That would be the “good” election?

How many more of these hideous campaigns do we have to endure before people wake up to the con? A hundred? A thousand?

“This fall, it looks like Lizardi Venom and Scorpion Ooze are the two parties’ choices. It promises to be a tightly contested race. Mr. Venom, of course, is for a utopian social-justice meter installed in the brain of every citizen, while his opponent, Ms. Ooze, promises to place four million dollars in a special account for every person who claims he or she has been ‘injured, defamed, or insulted by the system’. Both candidates agree that sincere voters who care about the future of this great nation must come out to the polls on Election Day and make their voices heard…”

“But wait. Some billionaire cowboy with a very spotty past has entered the lists. He’s reckless. He’s all over the place. He’s insulting the sacred media stars. He’s ruining The Show. He’s making a mockery out of it. He’s torpedoing everybody. He’s scamming the scammers. He’s upsetting The Sincere Voters who believe in the system like babies believe in Mommy and Daddy. And some claim that—wait for it—the cowboy is there to deliver the election to Ms. Ooze instead of Mr. Venom. This is shocking, I tell you. Shocking. And there’s more. This cowboy has been charged with making promises he doesn’t intend to keep. My God. Has any candidate in recent memory done that? A revered critic for the New York Times, Calder A Hogsniffer, takes it a step further. Higsniffer proposes that the cowboy is, in fact, raising several legitimate issues, but by lending his name to them he is degrading those issues and postponing the day when they’ll be taken seriously by the electorate. Certainly, no presidential candidate has ever tried that before. Heavens no. This cowboy is, well, crashing the party and spoiling it for everybody.”

Yes, he is. It was serious and sober and on-track and oh-so-sincere before he came through the wall with his hair and his shit-eating grin and his guns blazing.

Before he showed up, we could attack Hillary and Jeb and argue about whether Rand (who’ll never make it) really has the right ideas, and we could argue about the niceties of Bernie’s version of socialism…and we could watch the whole election, as usual, go right down the toilet.

Then we would have fulfilled our duty to The Process and we could sit back and nod wisely. Yes.

But this slug Trump gets on television (which is of course the holy medium through which we understand the sacred sincere election process); Trump gets on television and seems to be assaulting television itself. And that’s going too far. That’s out of bounds. That’s putting an unharmonious disruption in The Field.

I mean, who knows? If he ever made it to the religious hush of the final debates, he might turn around and start lobbing grenades at the moderators, the high priests—Scott (“I’m doing brain surgery on you without anesthetic because I really want to”) Pelley; Lester (“I’ve been in a state of deep hypnosis since the early days of MKULTRA”) Holt; Wolf (“I made my reputation during the first war in the Persian Gulf because my name meshes nicely with the US bombing runs”) Blitzer.

Voters’ sincerity in this whole election story is a plague.

The voters believe in the media show. They believe in the major candidates. They believe campaign statements and promises and policy positions. They believe that stage magic is real and three-card monte on a streetcorner is an honest game.

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The solution, of course, if it could be engineered, would be: stay home on Election Day.

That’s the sane course.

If, by some miracle, only 19% of eligible voters showed up at the polls, that would constitute a national vote of no-confidence. That would say: we don’t believe in this media-election-cartoon. We woke up. We saw the con and the shuck and the jive.

Washington DC would experience a psychotic break. It would unhinge.

The television networks would undergo collective cardiac arrest. Their produced series, called Election, bombed. It was a ratings disaster.

The plague of misplaced, puerile, glazed-over, low-IQ, idiots-delight sincerity would begin to cure itself.

But the likelihood of 80% of the voters staying home is 100000000000000 to 1. It’s too real an answer. It’s too effective. And it requires a depth of perception that bypasses thousands of propaganda terminals.

Major media in general, and television in particular, are set up to substitute for the eyes and ears and brains and minds of the populace. To the degree that Donald Trump can turn the game around and run for president against the media, he’s providing a public service, and I don’t care how many blanks he’s shooting when he says he stands for this and that.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.