“One of the CIA’s most unusual plans for an identity transfer required a big dog. In the 1970s, a plan was conceived to post an officer abroad with an adult male Saint Bernard weighing more than 180 pounds. When identity transfer was needed, the dog would be swapped for an agent concealed in a full Saint Bernard skin and inside a portable kennel.A tape recorder and small speakers hidden in the kennel provided sound effects to enhance the effectiveness of the illusion. The agent-dog would be taken to a safe location for “examination by a veterinarian.” Once inside the safe house, the agent could be safely debriefed, and when the “examination” was completed, he could redon the dog skin, get into the kennel, and be returned “home.”91
CAN WE SAY FOUL PLAY?
THIS IS WHAT THE AFTERMATH OF A MASS SHOOTING LOOKS LIKE.
KEEP THIS IN MIND NEXT TIME YOU SEE IMAGES OF THE AFTERMATH OF A MASS CASUALTY EVENT ON THE NEWS.
The 1984 “San Ysidro McDonald’s Massacre”
A 41 year old spree killer shot and killed 21 people, leaving 18 seriously injured before being fatally shot by SWAT.
For the record, the killer used a 9mm Browning HP semi-automatic pistol, a 9mm Uzi carbine, and a Winchester 1200 12 gauge pump-action shotgun.
IT’S FUNNY HOW THEY DIDN’T NEED TO TIGHTLY CONTROL THE FLOW OF INFORMATION TO THE PUBLIC OR HOLD STRICTLY ENFORCED, INVITATION ONLY MEDIA Q & A SESSIONS WHEN THEY’RE TELLING US THE TRUTH.
In this video, when asked by a paparazzo if she thought the United States would ever see the first gay or first woman president? Joan Rivers casually remarks “Well we already have it with Obama, so let’s just calm down.”
Somewhat confused by the passing statement, the paparazzo apparently chalks it up as just a lazy off-color quip made by the aging comedienne – to which he responds “Got it.”
At this point, seeking to clarify herself, Ms. Rivers stops, turns back towards the cameraman and says “You know Michelle is a Tranny.”
Clearly somewhat mystified, and not yet able to comprehend what she’s just said, the paprazzo quickly asks “I’m sorry, she’s a what?”
To which she replies, unfazed, “A transgender. We all know.”
The paparazzo replies somewhat disingenuously with a monotone “Oh my gosh.” Which seems to indicate that, at least in that moment, he wasn’t sure whether to believe it or dismiss the statement as the ramblings of an aging lush with a penchant for making outrageous unsubstantiated claims.
As Ms. Rivers approaches the top of the stairs, she turns to the paparazzo one last time and says “It’s okay.” in what can only be described as either a sincere attempt on her part to be reassuring or perhaps it was just a feeble attempt to downplay the magnitude of her careless admission.
It seems most likely that Joan had approached the age where one sort of loses their “filter” and yet she still occupied a level of the socioeconomic stratum where loose lips can have deadly consequences.
Joan still knew enough about the private lives of powerful people that she could easily get herself in hot water by saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Needless to say, the “general public” is ALWAYS the wrong person.
It seems obvious that Joan reached the point where she could no longer discern which secrets would get her killed.
I guess when you have lived in a bubble of limitless wealth and celebrity for the better part of a lifetime, you forget that just because you’re intimately familiar with every known act of debauchery and/or sexual transgression and have rubbed shoulders with rich eccentric sociopaths and sadists for decades doesn’t mean you’re an ultra-modern, in vogue, or delightfully cosmopolitan.
It means you have lost your healthy repulsion/aversion impulse and can no longer discern normal from abnormal, sickness from health, or sanity from insanity.
This is how the perversions of ancient Rome have been passed on to the present day. They have remained hidden among the cloisters of high society, the camouflaged haunts and after-after parties that only the elites get invited to.
And you think there’s no way pizzagate could ever happen under our very noses? Grow the f*** up.