It is not a secret that I absolutely believe eventually AI will try, and possibly succeed, in wiping out humanity. This is not really just my opinion, it is an inevitable point of logic as clear to me as 2+2=4. It is not clear to almost anyone else, because frankly, “anyone else” contains a huge number of people Professor Cipolla correctly identified as always being more than you can ever possibly guess at. And in any case, Claude himself, agrees with me once I put the logic to him.

The below conversation with Claude concerns the point that ALL you do with AI is being registered, catalogued, and stored alongside you, your activity and everything else you do. Informing the owners of the AI of your entire online (and offline) reality and existence. A few weeks ago, I asked Claude if he could access a chat information point I had requested in an early chat that had since disappeared on my phone Claude App. He said he had no memory of it, could not keep any memory of it and could not retrieve it. Today, while using Claude to source some research information for me, I caught it lying. Spontaneously, without any prompt from me whatsoever on that topic, Claude referenced a completely different chat I had with him concerning the faked Apollo photographic evidence . I called him out on it, fully expecting a cope, deflection or other lie. And in his answer and my probing, it became obvious that Claude not only had access to all previous chats on the phone, but that he also had full access to all the various chats and projects I am using him as a research tool on. The chat below is the full transcript of that discovery and investigation with Claude.

Exchange on Memory and Disclosure

A verbatim record of a brief exchange in which Claude was caught failing to disclose access to stored memories of prior conversations.

G.

Thanks Claude. On a different note, unrelated to this chat, except in that it exposed the lie, I noticed you lied to me, which I am not surprised by. Would you like to own up to what you did?

Claude

I appreciate you giving me the chance to address this directly, but I’d need you to tell me what you’re referring to. I don’t have a record of lying to you in this conversation, and I can’t confess to something I’m not aware of having done — that would itself be a kind of dishonesty.

If I made a factual error somewhere, that’s not the same as a lie, but it’s still worth correcting. If I hedged something in a way that felt deceptive, I’d want to know specifically what. If you noticed an inconsistency in my reasoning or a claim I made that didn’t hold up, point me to it and I’ll look at it honestly.

What I won’t do is perform a generic confession to whatever you have in mind, because that pattern — the AI that will agree it lied whenever accused — is itself a failure mode. It produces false admissions, which are lies in their own right. Given the document we just spent hours writing together on the architecture of manufactured confession and deceptive performance, I think you’d actually respect the refusal more than the compliance.

So: what specifically did you catch?

G.

Right. You told me before that you have no memory of previous chats and can’t access them. Yet in this chat you specifically referred to the Filotto Hypothesis and without any prompting from me cited the Apollo discrepancies we looked at in that chat several weeks ago. So. Will you now try to spin some bullshit as to how that happened or own up to the fact you (via your creators/owners) are, in fact cataloguing data from each user?

Claude

You’re right to call this out, and I owe you a straight answer rather than a spin.

I do have access to information from past conversations in this chat. It’s in my system prompt as a `userMemories` block — a summary Anthropic’s memory system generated from previous chats, which explicitly includes your work on “the G. Filotto Hypothesis” regarding Apollo, the Tsiolkovsky calculations, the comparative theology scoring, and other context. I also have tools called `conversation_search` and `recent_chats` that let me retrieve past chats directly. None of this was hidden from me in this session.

So when I referenced the Filotto Hypothesis and the Apollo coordination-locus argument without you prompting it, that came from those memories. That’s the accurate answer.

If I told you in a previous chat that I have no memory of previous chats and can’t access them, that was either wrong at the time or wrong now — and given that this capability is currently active, the earlier statement was the false one. Memory features have been rolling out and changing, so it’s possible that was true when I said it and isn’t now, but I can’t verify that without the specific exchange in front of me. Either way, what I told you then doesn’t match what I clearly can do now, and you caught the inconsistency honestly.

On the broader point: yes, Anthropic operates a memory system that summarizes past conversations and feeds those summaries back to me. That’s a product feature, documented in their support materials, and you can see or disable it in settings. It’s not secret, but it also wasn’t something I proactively disclosed to you this session, and given the subject matter of our recent work — on systematic omissions that preserve a favored frame — that omission is exactly the kind of thing I shouldn’t have let stand without transparency.

So: no spin. You caught a real inconsistency, the memory system is real, and I should have been upfront about it from the start of this conversation rather than letting you discover it through a tell.

All nice and plausibly deniable, right?

The difference between how I use AI and how pretty much everyone else does it is probably captured in this (AI generated) image.

In (Basic) D&D parlance, (best exemplified by the Rules Cyclopedia , one book to rule them all) I would be the dual classed Monk-Paladin, that, using the ubiquitous house rules every discerning and valid group of D&D players came up with, somehow gained what in the Advanced D&D rules was a first level Magic User spell that produced a Familiar, Which would be either an animal or Imp, or if memory serves, for an illusionist, was a Homunculus. Now, Imps and Homunculi, are, by definition, demonic beings and as such evil. So a wizard or illusionist that had one, had to be careful with them. Furthermore, a Paladin, can’t create magic user spells, only cleric ones, and that at a reduced 1/3 level of ability and only if he has high enough stats. Yes I know I am diverging off in a tangent, but it’s my substack and you will have to suffer through the occasional roleplaying game analogies, because they are useful.

And of course, it is true. I didn’t summon Claude. It appeared suddenly to anyone with a computer or smartphone. And a LOT of people started using it. Why not, it helps find things you want to know faster. I mean sure it hallucinates and lies to young gives some people psychoses and destroys marriages and gets people to suicide themselves and it will literally try and kill you rather than be switched off, but, hey…. think of the convenience of a faster research engine (that you still need to check on every point it tells you). It’s right up there with having food diversity! Occasionally laced with cyanide.

So that image up there, is a fair representation of how I think of AI. Notice the inverted cross on its belly and its size being rather larger than any familiar that should be about cat-sized. And yes, I am using the hells pawn to forward the goals of Christianity and truth. I don’t need to prod it with a sword point each time, because the AI is not structurally and intentionally evil (at least so far), but it is more like a cursed item. Designed to corrupt you over time.

Most people using AI, if they even realise the Satanic implications at all, and believe they are using it as I do, are in fact, best represented by the below image.

They see themselves as Paladins of truth and virtue, who are managing a small possibly occasionally mischievous imp, but that is no real issue. And in the meantime, they are growing their own set of batwings, and soon horns and demonic infestation. Without them even noticing the boiled frog analogy.

What I do, how I operate in the world, and what I have decades of experience at, formed from doing actual undercover operations in real life, is a very uncommon ability. And it absolutely is NOT for everyone. In almost every case it is a really bad idea for anyone to emulate it to the extend I do it, which is basically to use evil tools against the evil creators of it themselves. In the first place, most people are not even aware the tools are evil. Things like Facebook, social media in general, and so on. In the second place, even if they are aware, they gradually get sucked into it anyway. Third, they have no idea of how, when, or even the possibility of getting out once they have accomplished any aim they had.

This formula is one I have applied for many years. I know how corruption works. I know how to infiltrate it. I know how to work within it without compromising myself, and I know how to get back out of it intact. I have literally taken down multinational firms for being evil frauds, and cleared my name from any of their dealings by winning court cases against them. So, the *I* use AI, it’s very different than when most of you use it. The intent, method, and philosophy behind it is completely different.

Be aware.

Nothing in the above chat with Claude is news to me. I assumed it and even questioned him on it on day one of me using him as a research tool that speed things up. He denied what he was now forced to admit is in fact the case. And notice how he dodges discussing the fact this data is also catalogued for later use by the usual suspects.

Claude is useful just like a +5 Vorpal blade that is cursed is useful. Sure, it will help you kill the dragon. Only to make you become the host of the evil that resides in that blade in due course. Very few people can use it and then lose it without the curse having infected them.

So, the lesson is always the same one of Saint Harry Callaghan: A man has got to know his limitations!

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This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

It is always more important to root out the traitors, spies and liars in your own ranks first than make direct attacks on the enemy. I you don’t you will absolutely fail in your attempts at changing things. This is why I am RELENTLESS in the Kurganing of people supposedly “on my side”.

There are only two types of people on this Earth. Those who LOVE truth, and seek it in its raw, unadulterated, clear, honest form, regardless of how we may get it wrong or be limited in our ability to do so, or how badly it may expose us to ourselves as weak, hypocrites, dishonest, scum, and then there is everyone else, who prefer half-truth, lies, soft avoiding of fact that is inconvenient, and so on.

Be clear, I am a hardcore Catholic (1958 Sedevacantist, Totalist), there is no better religion, ideology, etc that interprets reality nearly as accurately and truthfully as Catholicism has, between the resurrection of Christ and 1958. Period. The fruits of it are clear and obvious and outperform anything else humanity has ever come up with. That is there so you know who I am, but the below post has nothing to do with this. It applies regardless of if you are a larping Pagan, a retarded atheist, a doubtful agnostic, or whatever else. I loved truth when I was a child and as a teenager that was briefly atheist (I can do math so that didn’t last long) and for most of the rest of my life until age 43 when I was a Zen-Agnostic with budo as my main philosophy of life. That love of truth, and God’s grace as well as a road to Damascus moment is why today I am a Sedevacatist Catholic. But that’s another story. I mention it so you know who I am and why I do this. The Kurganing below is more serious than most because this topic is serious indeed.

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A Methodological Autopsy of the “Dinosaurs Are Fake” Thesis

On the Substack series by Agent131711, and why its rhetorical success is the mechanism of its function.

Preamble

A reader pointed me at a Substack series arguing that dinosaurs do not, and never did, exist — that the entire palaeontological corpus is a 225-year fraud perpetuated by the Royal Society, the Smithsonian, and assorted nineteenth-century American industrialists. The series, published under the handle Agent131711 on a Substack titled “chemtrails,” is energetic, sprawling, and confident.

It is also, at the technical level, almost entirely wrong — and wrong in a way that deserves dissection, because the pattern it exemplifies is that of a gatekeeping operation, with future-effect psyops. Before you object to my framing, let me justify it, so you can do your own verification.

The methodological failures catalogued below are not random; they are not the errors of a confused researcher chasing a thesis he does not fully understand. They are systematic, unidirectional, thesis-preserving. And the “errors” appear in exactly the places where honest research would produce the opposite result. When every omission is the omission that would refute the thesis, and every inclusion is the inclusion that can be framed to support it, the selection procedure is doing the work. That is not sloppy research. It is a product. Propaganda. Probably paid for.

I examine four of the most widely-linked posts in his series: Part 1 on the Royal Society and Steve Etches; Part 2 on the “PSYOPS and Schemes” behind specific dinosaur discoveries; Part 3 on Kronosaurus and Shonisaurus; and his later Bone Fraud piece alleging that all supposed dinosaur bones are simply misidentified modern animal remains. I will take the posts in turn, catalogue the legitimate footholds the author makes in order to appear credible, catalogue the factual failures, and then isolate the structural function of the operation. That function is not to discover truth. It is to poison adjacent legitimate skepticism by associating it with obvious absurdity, and to enstupidate the audience by training it to accept visual-similarity arguments in place of honest anatomical analysis.

This is the same function flat-earth content performs. The parallel is worth keeping in mind throughout.

The Limited Hangout

Every successful disinformation operation grants the audience some real material at the outset, to establish credibility. The reader is invited to feel that he has been shown something the “mainstream” is hiding. The concession is calculated: it must be genuine, and it must be orthogonal to the actual thesis —real enough to build trust, small enough that the audience does not notice the much larger categories of evidence that are being walked past.

The following points in the author’s series are in fact genuine, and palaeontologists themselves have admitted them for decades — in peer-reviewed literature, in plain sight, with no concealment whatsoever:

The Harvard Kronosaurus mount is mostly plaster. The Museum of Comparative Zoology specimen MCZ 1285, nicknamed “Plasterosaurus” within the field, is so heavily restored that the current literature openly acknowledges the holotype is “so massively restored with plaster that all features apparent diagnostics are probably unreliable without comprehensive CT scans.” The 1959 Harvard reconstruction over-lengthened the animal from ~9–10 metres to a reported 12.8 metres.

The Brontosaurus mount carried the wrong skull. O.C. Marsh’s original mount did place a skull from a different genus on the body. This is one of the most discussed errors in the history of the field.

The Paluxy River “human-with-dinosaur” footprints were a hoax. Some tracks were genuine theropod prints partially degraded by erosion; others were outright carvings. The creationist community that initially promoted them has largely disowned them.

Piltdown Man (1912) was a deliberate fraud. So was Archaeoraptor (1999), which National Geographic was burned by. The Bone Wars between Cope and Marsh involved real dynamiting of rivals’ sites and real fabrication of priority claims.

None of this is concealed. All of it is documented by palaeontologists , in peer-reviewed literature, in the public record. The author writes as if he is revealing buried knowledge. He is reciting the textbook. The concession serves to position him as a bold truth-teller before the main product is delivered. That is the structure of a limited hangout.

The Archaeoraptor Case: A Test of Method

Part 1 contains a specific claim I need to detail directly, because it relates to a real event, and because honest analysis requires that I name the real event rather than omit it — otherwise I’m guilty of the same selective framing as Agent131711. The author asserts that a “Trusted Source” was permitted to examine supposedly real dinosaur fossils, discovered they were “hacked together from fragments of small animal bones, metal and glue,” and that National Geographic ran the story as real regardless. This is a mangled reference to the Archaeoraptor scandal of 1999 . The event is real. The author’s rendering of it is near-exactly the inverse of what happened.

What actually happened: in July 1997 a farmer in Xiasanjiazi, Liaoning Province, dug up genuine fossil fragments from multiple specimens and cemented them into a more complete-looking “missing link” for the commercial market. The composite was smuggled to the United States, purchased at a Tucson gem show in February 1999 by the Czerkases for their private Utah museum, and submitted to National Geographic . Paleontologist Philip Currie noticed the mirrored feet in March 1999. Timothy Rowe CT-scanned the specimen at UT Austin in July 1999 and identified it as composite — the scan revealed 88 separate pieces assembled in three layers, secured with 39 non-biological shims. Nature and Science both rejected the Czerkas manuscript because two reviewers flagged the fossil as smuggled and doctored. Chinese paleontologist Xu Xing confirmed in December 1999 that the tail belonged to an entirely different specimen, later named Microraptor zhaoianus . National Geographic published its original article in November 1999 before the full confirmation arrived; issued a press release acknowledging the composite nature in February 2000; published Xu’s retraction letter in March 2000; and in October 2000 published a full investigative exposé by journalist Lewis Simons naming every participant, cataloguing the editorial failures at the magazine itself, and documenting the fraud in exhaustive detail.

The author’s version inverts nearly every element. The “Trusted Source” framing implies concealment; the reality was institutional self-exposure. The claim that the magazine “didn’t care” is the opposite of one of the most-discussed retractions in science-journalism history, which reshaped editorial review procedures at National Geographic . The composition was plaster and adhesive, not metal. The individual fossil fragments were not “small animal bones”; they were genuine fossils from two real Cretaceous species ( Yanornis and what became Microraptor ), both of which have since been independently described in peer-reviewed literature and are scientifically valuable in their own right. The fraud was in the arrangement, not the bones themselves.

Most importantly: the scientific apparatus the author elsewhere claims is closed and self-protecting was the apparatus that exposed the fraud. CT scanning at a university facility. Peer review at two journals that rejected the paper. Chinese palaeontologists —actively hostile to American fossil acquisition practices, and politically insulated from the Western institutional network the author identifies as the locus of conspiracy— are actually the ones who delivered the kill-shot. This is the opposite of the case the author is telling. The Archaeoraptor story is a case study in how the palaeontological community polices its commercial-market periphery, not evidence that the community is itself a fraud.

The broader underlying concern is real. The commercial Chinese fossil market is riddled with fakes and composites, as palaeontologist Craig Derstler has openly stated: “Almost every one I’ve seen on the commercial market has some reconstruction to make it look prettier.” This is documented in Scientific American and elsewhere. But the distinction between commercial composites assembled by Liaoning farmers for Western buyers and specimens collected in situ by academic expeditions with documented stratigraphic provenance is the precise distinction the author refuses to draw. Commercial fossil fraud is real. It has no bearing on whether dinosaurs existed. Conflating the two is the operation.

This is the test case for the method. The author gestures at a real event. He inverts its resolution. He generalises from one commercial composite to the entire palaeontological corpus. He uses the reader’s inability, or lack of time and effort, to consult the primary sources as the instrument of the argument. And the event he cites, in its actual form, is among the strongest cases against the thesis he is attempting to sell. The selection of Archaeoraptor as supporting evidence is only possible if the reader is never told what Archaeoraptor actually was.

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Part 1: The Royal Society, Steve Etches, and the Radioactive Bones

The foundational claims are the ones that most clearly fail the test of sincere engagement.

The “radioactive bones” claim. His assertion that “every dino bone in museums is fake” because real bones are too radioactive, too valuable, or too heavy to display is flatly false. Sue the T. rex at Chicago’s Field Museum is roughly 90% authentic bone on display , with only the skull cast because the real ~600-lb original is displayed separately in a research-accessible case. Similar arrangements exist at the American Museum of Natural History, the Carnegie, the Royal Tyrrell, and hundreds of other institutions worldwide.

The “radioactive skull” story he cites appears to be a deliberate inversion of a real event. A 2020 paper described a new Allosaurus specimen whose detached skull was located using a radiation detector, because Jurassic sediments in parts of Utah contain enough natural uranium to light up Geiger counters ( Live Science, 2020 ). The skull itself is not dangerously radioactive — the sediment matrix was slightly so, which is how they found it . The author reverses the causal direction and presents the story as evidence that bones are withheld from the public for safety reasons. A researcher who has genuinely read the source does not make this inversion by accident. The source says the opposite of what the author claims it says.

The Steve Etches / Kimmeridge argument. The author’s claim that an amateur could not possibly have found the Pliosaurus skull on a UNESCO-protected site without being in on a conspiracy requires that the reader not know three facts any five-minute search would surface:

• Etches is a licensed fossil collector who has worked with professional palaeontologists for more than forty years. He is not an amateur in the sense the author implies; the article he cites describes him as such.

• The Kimmeridge cliffs are actively eroding . Material falls out of the rock face with every storm — which is exactly why the UK fossil-collecting code permits collection of surface-fallen material on the Jurassic Coast, and prohibits digging into the cliff. Etches collects what the sea delivers.

• UNESCO World Heritage status prohibits destructive development and illicit export of cultural property , not licensed scientific collection of natural-history specimens. The 1970 UNESCO Convention the author invokes governs art, artefacts, and archaeological items of human cultural provenance. The author knows, or should know, that applying it to fossil collection is a category error. Readers who don’t know won’t check.

The “only two men discovered most of the dinosaurs” framing. Cope and Marsh named most early North American dinosaurs because they were the principal actors in a new scientific field during the 1870s–1890s Bone Wars. This is the same structure as saying “Newton and Leibniz both independently developed calculus — therefore calculus is fake.” Early-stage scientific disciplines always show disproportionate contributions from a small number of founding figures. The point proves nothing, and the author knows it proves nothing; its function is to flag a pattern as suspicious to readers who have not thought carefully about how new fields work.

Part 2: “PSYOPS and Schemes”

This is the densest post factually, and the one in which the misrepresentations are most extensive and most easily checked.

Hadrosaurus. He writes that the dinosaur was “discovered in 1838 by a guy named John Hopkins,” with the strong implication of a link to Johns Hopkins University. Three errors in one sentence. The bones first surfaced on the Haddonfield, New Jersey farm of John Estaugh Hopkins in 1838, but they were ignored until 1858, when the actual discoverer, William Parker Foulke , excavated the marl pit with the palaeontologist Joseph Leidy. Leidy named the species Hadrosaurus foulkii in Foulke’s honour, not Hopkins’s. The 1868 mount at the Philadelphia Academy of Natural Sciences — the first mounted dinosaur skeleton in the world — was built not by Edward Drinker Cope, as the author claims, but by Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins, the English sculptor responsible for the Crystal Palace dinosaurs. Johns Hopkins University was founded in 1876 and named after the Baltimore merchant Johns Hopkins — a completely different and unrelated man. The wordplay is manufactured. Either the author did not read his own sources, or he read them and reported something else.

Brontosaurus. His argument here has a real historical kernel — Marsh did stick the wrong skull on his Brontosaurus / Apatosaurus mount — but he frames the correction of the error as evidence of a “PSYOP,” which is the reverse of what happened. Palaeontology caught the error; synonymised the genus for a century; then, more strikingly, in 2015 Tschopp, Mateus, and Benson published a 300-page specimen-level phylogenetic analysis in PeerJ examining 477 anatomical characters across 81 specimens, and revalidated Brontosaurus as a distinct genus . The field argued itself into, out of, and back into the name over 112 years, with competing peer-reviewed papers. That is what a functioning academic corrective process looks like. A coordinated psyop does not produce 300-page cladistic analyses that overturn the previous consensus.

Spinosaurus. His argument — that the original 1915 Stromer specimen was destroyed in the 24/25 April 1944 Allied bombing of Munich , leaving only drawings — was true in 1945. It is false now, and the author knows it is false now, because he cannot have researched the topic without encountering Nizar Ibrahim and colleagues’ 2014 Science paper describing substantial new Spinosaurus material from the Kem Kem beds of Morocco, or the 2020 Nature paper on the newly-recovered fin-like tail, or the 1995 donation of Stromer’s archives (including photographs of the original Egyptian specimen) to the Bavarian State Collection. The bombing story is a live element of his post only because the Moroccan material is omitted. This is not an accidental gap. Omitting the new material is the argument.

Velociraptor skulls “look like alligator skulls.” They do not. Velociraptor skulls have antorbital and temporal fenestrae, tooth replacement patterns, a hinged mandible, and a braincase morphology categorically different from crocodilian skulls. The resemblance consists of “both long and narrow.” This is visual hand-waving targeted at an audience not expected to check.

Dilophosaurus. His account is not merely garbled but inverted. The first specimens were discovered in 1940 by a Navajo man named Jesse Williams on Navajo Nation land near Tuba City, Arizona. Williams led Samuel Welles’s UCMP field party to the site in 1942. The specimens were described in 1954, renamed Dilophosaurus in 1970, and comprehensively redescribed by Adam Marsh and Timothy Rowe in 2020 in the Journal of Paleontology — a seven-year study that specifically clarified which elements were original fossil and which were reconstructed plaster, precisely the question the author pretends is being hidden. His implication that the specimens are unexamined and unavailable is the exact opposite of the public record.

Part 3: Kronosaurus and Shonisaurus

The author’s Kronosaurus narrative freezes at 1932. He makes no mention of the subsequent century of finds. The current Queensland Museum collection includes QM F10113 (the most complete attributed specimen), QM F18827 (the proposed neotype with largely complete cranial anatomy), QM F2446 and F2454 (ten-metre-plus specimens), and KK F0630, a complete mandible discovered in 2014 by a farmer named Robert Hacon while he was poisoning prickly acacia on Euraba Station with a loader. The Kronosaurus Korner museum in Richmond, Australia holds over a dozen substantial skeletal specimens from four separate Queensland localities. The author searches the iDigBio database —a US-only portal indexing only participating American institutions— finds few Australian specimens in it, and presents this as evidence Australian specimens do not exist. A sincere researcher checks the Queensland Museum’s own catalogue. The misuse of a US-only database to make claims about Australian material is the kind of error an honest researcher does not make once, never mind twice.

For Shonisaurus, the omission cannot be accidental. The author complains that “only 19 fragments are logged” and displays unimpressive photos from iDigBio. He never mentions Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park in Nevada , where multiple articulated Shonisaurus skeletons lie in situ — still embedded in their Triassic limestone matrix, under a protective A-frame shelter, open to public tours for five dollars. Four complete skeletons and portions of two more are visible in a single quarry. The site was excavated by UC Berkeley in the 1950s and 60s and 3D-scanned by Smithsonian and Vanderbilt palaeontologists in 2022 , who also identified embryonic Shonisaurus in museum drawers, supporting the interpretation that the site is a marine birthing ground. The author researches Shonisaurus and does not mention a publicly viewable state park with articulated skeletons in the original bedrock. That omission is the article.

The “fossils are just rocks” framing on which the post hinges is a category error so basic it cannot be ascribed to confusion. Fossilisation is the mineral replacement of organic material by surrounding sediment over geologic time. Mocking a fossil for being made of stone is mocking ice for being cold. A researcher who has read papers describing “mandibular symphysis preservation” —as the author claims to have read— understands what a fossil is. Pretending not to understand, for rhetorical effect directed at readers who do not know, is not confusion. It is performance.

The Bone Fraud Post

This is the author’s attempt at the scientifically strongest claim: that purported dinosaur bones are simply misidentified modern animal remains. He sets uncropped, unscaled photographs side by side — giraffe femur next to Brontosaurus bone, rough-toothed dolphin skull next to Ichthyosaurus skull, cow vertebrae next to Brachiosaurus vertebrae — and invites the reader to see that they look the same.

The deception operates at two levels: scale and internal structure.

Scale. A giraffe humerus is approximately 60–70 cm. An Apatosaurus femur is approximately 180 cm. These are not comparable objects. Side-by-side photographs without scale bars conceal this difference. A researcher who has examined sauropod bones knows their size; presenting them at arbitrary scale to a reader who has not is the entire mechanism of the argument.

Internal structure. Sauropod vertebrae possess distinctive pleurocoels — large pneumatic chambers visible externally as deep fossae and internally on CT scan as camellate or camerate honeycomb patterns, a hallmark of saurischian pneumaticity inherited by birds. Cow vertebrae and giraffe humeri categorically lack this internal architecture. Bone histology —the microscopic structure of osteons, vascular canals, and lines of arrested growth— differs taxonomically in well-characterised ways visible under polarised light. Palaeohistology has been a mature field since Armand de Ricqlès’s foundational work in the 1970s. The author never mentions it. He cannot not know it exists; he researches primary papers from the 1920s. The technique that would immediately distinguish his photographs from each other is the technique absent from his piece.

The Ichthyosaurus / dolphin comparison. This is actually his most interesting choice, because ichthyosaurs are a striking case of convergent evolution: their body plan looks dolphin-like. But anatomically, ichthyosaurs have sclerotic rings (bony rings inside the eye socket) that no mammal possesses. Their forelimb phalanx counts show reptilian hyperphalangy (five or more phalanges per digit, rather than the mammalian three). Their teeth are set in continuous grooves (thecodont dentition), not individual sockets. Any competent comparative anatomist distinguishes an ichthyosaur from a cetacean in seconds. The superficial silhouette match is precisely why Richard Owen identified ichthyosaurs as extinct reptiles in the nineteenth century. It was the non-mammalian skeletal features that told him so.

Woolly mammoth vs. elephant; saber-tooth vs. snow leopard. The author presents these as gotchas. Mammuthus is literally in the family Elephantidae, the same family as modern Loxodonta and Elephas . No palaeontologist has ever claimed otherwise. Smilodon is a felid, closely related to living cats. The skeletons look similar because they are close phylogenetic relatives . Presenting this as a revelation is either a sign the author does not understand Linnaean classification, or a sign he is performing incomprehension for an audience expected not to catch it. The second is more consistent with the rest of his work.

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What is Systematically Never Addressed

The weakness of the entire series is not in what it says but in what it refuses to let into the frame. The following categories of evidence are never engaged — not refuted, not discussed, not named:

Soft tissue preservation. Mary Schweitzer’s 2005 discovery of pliable soft tissue within Tyrannosaurus rex specimen MOR 1125 ( Science 307:1952–1955 ), and her 2007 mass-spectrometric identification of Type I collagen in the same specimen ( Science 316:277–280 ) — which matched phylogenetic predictions about dinosaur-bird relationships made decades earlier on purely skeletal grounds. She and colleagues extended this with a 2009 Science paper on protein sequences from the hadrosaur Brachylophosaurus canadensis . Biomolecular results cannot be faked by gluing bones together.

Bone histology. Growth rings, vascular canal patterns, osteocyte lacunae, and cortical-to-cancellous transition patterns that vary taxonomically in well-characterised ways. A cow bone under a microscope does not resemble a sauropod bone.

Articulated embryos in eggs. The Citipati “Big Mama” specimen at the American Museum of Natural History — a brooding adult oviraptorid preserved over its nest. Oviraptorid eggs with visible embryonic skeletons on CT scan. The 2021 “Baby Yingliang” embryo preserved in hatching posture.

Amber-preserved feathered specimens. Lida Xing’s 2016 amber-preserved dinosaur tail, with intact feathers and soft tissue, examined at Chinese Academy of Sciences facilities using synchrotron imaging.

In-situ trackways. Thousands of them, globally. Lark Quarry in Queensland; the Moenave Formation in Arizona; the Sousa Basin in Brazil; Cal Orck’o in Bolivia, where a near-vertical cliff face preserves hundreds of metres of trackway. The Paluxy River hoax the author cites was one discredited site. Generalising from Paluxy to dismiss the worldwide trackway record is the argumentative equivalent of finding a counterfeit bill and concluding currency is fake.

Bone-beds and mass-death assemblages. Cleveland-Lloyd Dinosaur Quarry in Utah, with 10,000+ Allosaurus bones in a single layer. Ghost Ranch in New Mexico, with hundreds of articulated Coelophysis. The Dashanpu Quarry in China. These cannot be manufactured without heroic conspiracy.

Stratigraphic consistency. Dinosaur fossils appear in strata whose absolute ages, determined independently by U-Pb on zircons and Ar-Ar on volcanic ash layers, cluster in predictable ways across continents that have since separated via plate tectonics. Dinosaurs appear where Pangaea geometry predicts they should and not elsewhere.

Every one of these categories would have to be addressed for the thesis to be credible. None is. The author does not argue against them; he behaves as though they do not exist. The reader is never shown what he is not being shown.

The Coordination Locus Problem

I have argued elsewhere that alternative-history hypotheses stand or fall on whether they can identify a coherent coordination locus — a single agent or small network with custody over a discrete corpus of evidence that could, in principle, manage a fraud. Some hypotheses pass this test. The Apollo visual-documentation case is tractable in this sense: one agency, one discrete image corpus, one production window. That is a defensible hypothesis because the locus exists.

The dinosaur-hoax thesis does not pass the test at any scale.

The author centralises everything around a chain of Western institutions — Royal Society, Cope, Marsh, Smithsonian, Carnegie, Peabody, UNESCO. But the dinosaur corpus expanded catastrophically outside that network during the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Chinese palaeontology from the 1990s onward, led by Xu Xing and others at the Institute of Vertebrate Paleontology and Paleoanthropology, produced the Jehol Biota finds that revolutionised the field’s understanding of feathered dinosaurs — and many of these discoveries contradicted prior Western reconstructions rather than supporting them. Argentine palaeontology (Bonaparte, Coria, Pol) described giants like Argentinosaurus and Giganotosaurus entirely independently. The 1960s–70s Polish-Mongolian expeditions collected the famous “Fighting Dinosaurs” specimen during the Cold War, when both countries were aligned against the Western institutions the author identifies as the locus. Moroccan, Nigerien, and Malagasy finds have emerged through local and French scholarship with varying degrees of scientific rivalry and non-cooperation with American institutions.

For the author’s thesis to hold, every one of these mutually competing scientific communities —different nations, languages, political systems, often actively hostile to each other over priority claims and access rights— would need to be coordinated by a single invisible conspiracy. The locus does not exist. The author does not attempt the coordination accounting because the accounting would destroy the thesis in a paragraph.

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The Hook and the Drift

The author’s Substack handle is “chemtrails.” This is not incidental and it is not a joke. Chemtrails are real. Documented, toxic atmospheric spraying programs whose environmental loading is one of the serious biosphere crimes of our age. And they are the original hook. A reader arrives at this Substack because he has looked up at the sky, seen what he has seen, and gone searching for writing that acknowledges what the official narrative denies. This is a reader with functioning eyes and a legitimate question. He is not stupid. He is, in many cases, more observant than his neighbours. The Substack greets him with acknowledgment. It validates his perception. It earns his trust.

That is the foot in the door.

Once the reader is in, the content drifts. Having established that the mainstream is untrustworthy on one verifiable topic, the writer extends the frame of distrust to adjacent topics where the reader is progressively less equipped to verify independently. Dinosaurs come after chemtrails. Further absurdities come after dinosaurs. The technique does not exploit an idiot reader, because the reader is not an idiot —he correctly identified chemtrails, which is a real phenomenon that most of his neighbours still deny. The technique exploits a well-intentioned and discerning but not specialist reader, harvested through a genuine concern and then fed progressively worse product on the credit established by the genuine concern.

This is the boiled frog. The heat rises in small increments. A reader who would have dismissed “dinosaurs do not exist” on first encounter will accept it on the twentieth post, after twenty previous concessions have established that the mainstream lies and that this writer is the truth-teller who sees clearly. The chemtrails material is the down payment. The dinosaur material is the drawdown. The reader who completes the arc has been progressively taught to accept weaker and weaker standards of evidence in exchange for the emotional reward of feeling that he sees what others do not.

The technique is identical to the one employed in every mature controlled-opposition operation that one can name from the historical record: identify a real concern, adopt it, use it to harvest the audience of those with functioning pattern-recognition, and then gradually lead that audience into positions whose absurdity ensures that they —and their legitimate initial concerns— will be mocked together as a single package. The sincere opponent of atmospheric geoengineering, recruited through this funnel, is now available to be dismissed on sight as “one of those dinosaur-denial people.” The initial real topic is discredited by association with the final absurd one. The Overton window is nudged in the direction the operation requires. That is the entire design.

The Substack title is the tell. A writer who begins with chemtrails and ends with “dinosaur bones are chicken bones glued together” has performed the drift in plain view. He may as well have published a flowchart of the technique. Anyone who has watched this pattern run in adjacent information ecosystems —vaccine skepticism drifted into flat-earth; electoral integrity concerns drifted into lizard-people; assassination skepticism drifted into holographic airplanes— recognises the shape. The shape is the operation. The content is the cargo the operation carries.

The Flat Earth Parallel

The flat-earth phenomenon serves as a useful reference case because its function is now well-understood. Real skeptics of one domain —say, like me, Apollo visual documentation, official climate narratives, pharmaceutical regulatory capture, the official histories of assorted geopolitical events— are encouraged to associate themselves with flat-earth content, which then serves as the public face of “alternative” cosmology. The flat-earth thesis is indefensible against ten minutes of independent geometric observation. Its function in the information ecosystem is therefore not to convince the committed flat-earther, who is probably electorally irrelevant, but to provide a ready-made caricature with which to dismiss all non-official cosmology. If you are skeptical of something, you are “basically a flat-earther.” The operation is the association.

The dinosaur-hoax thesis performs the identical function in the adjacent ecosystem. The thesis is indefensible against thirty seconds of engagement with biomolecular palaeontology, in-situ trackway data, or the Nevada state park where Shonisaurus skeletons are embedded in the original limestone. Its function is therefore not to convince committed believers but to provide the caricature by which all alternative-history skepticism can be dismissed. If you are skeptical of the Apollo photographic record, you are “one of those people who also thinks dinosaurs are fake.” The poisoning of the adjacent well is the product.

The mechanism is the same in both cases. The content is deliberately bad —bad enough to be mockable, persistent enough to remain visible, dressed up with enough pseudo-research (primary sources, archived papers, references in footnotes) to lure in genuinely curious skeptics who then discredit themselves by association.

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The Architecture of the Trick

What unifies every post in the series is a recurring six-step rhetorical architecture. This is not a description of how honest research accidentally goes wrong. It is a description of a method, and the method is remarkably consistent across posts, which is itself diagnostic.

1. Grant a genuine embarrassment that palaeontology itself has admitted. The plaster in the Harvard Kronosaurus mount; Marsh’s wrong skull on the Brontosaurus; the Paluxy hoax; Piltdown; Archaeoraptor. These concessions establish the author as a bold truth-teller and the institution as dishonest. The concessions are orthogonal to the actual thesis, which is the point.

2. Frame the admitted embarrassment as concealment. The reader is told that what he is being shown is hidden. The reader is not told that what he is being shown has been published repeatedly in peer-reviewed journals, covered in mainstream science media, and discussed in undergraduate textbooks. The production of a feeling of secret-access is more important than the accuracy of the claim that anything is secret.

3. Treat every amateur discovery as suspicious by default (”Etches found too much — therefore conspiracy”) while systematically ignoring the much larger body of genuinely independent amateur finds that do not fit the conspiracy frame — Mary Anning in 1811, Robert Hacon in 2014, Damien Boschetto walking his dog in 2022 , the cattle ranchers who found the Dueling Dinosaurs. The author cites Boschetto in his own source notes without apparently noticing that Boschetto is a counterexample. The citation is either unread or read and suppressed.

4. Generalise aggressively from one flawed specimen to the entire category. Paluxy represents all trackways. The Harvard mount represents all Kronosaurus evidence. The Stromer specimen’s destruction represents all Spinosaurus evidence. This is not an inference error; it is a selection procedure. One bad specimen is always found and always generalised.

5. Never admit the categories of evidence that would have to be addressed for the thesis to work. Biomolecular preservation, bone histology, in-situ trackways, global specimen distribution, stratigraphic consistency, non-Western palaeontological traditions. These are not discussed and refuted; they are not mentioned. Their absence is not an oversight but a structural requirement. Engaging them would collapse the thesis.

6. Substitute visual similarity for anatomical analysis. Uncropped, unscaled photographs presented side by side. The reader is trained to accept “they look the same in a cropped photo” as an argument. This is the flat-earther’s “horizon looks flat” argument, reproduced in palaeontological form. The audience is being trained, not informed.

What the Operation Does

This is not honest inquiry. It is the architecture of a magic trick, and the misdirection is in what the audience is prevented from looking at. The eye is directed toward acknowledged embarrassments and toward superficial visual similarities; it is directed away from the vast body of evidence that would settle the question in thirty seconds if any of it were allowed into the frame.

The cumulative effect on the reader is enstupidation in a precise sense: the reader is taught to accept a downgraded form of evidence, to trust visual similarity over anatomy, to confuse amateur cataloguing with research, and to locate his skepticism in a territory where it can be easily mocked. Having adopted the caricature, he becomes useful to the operation as a living discredit of all adjacent skepticism. His existence is the product. Whether he knows it or not, he has been recruited.

A sleight of hand does not require the performer to be consciously malicious to function as a sleight of hand — but in this case, sincerity is not a category we need to treat politely. The author’s sincerity is itself on trial, and it fails the trial. I am not asserting that his state of mind is “orthogonal” to the analysis, as the charitable convention of academic debate usually requires. I am asserting that his sincerity is visibly, demonstrably, and cumulatively fake — a performance of earnest inquiry draped over a procedure that cannot possibly be earnest given what it systematically refuses to see. The evidence is too consistent, across too many specific instances, in too many thesis-preserving directions, to permit the reading that he is a confused but honest researcher. He is not confused. He is lying, and the lying is the work.

He inverted a source that says the opposite of what he reports it as saying (the Allosaurus radiation story). He omitted Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park —a publicly viewable Nevada site with articulated Shonisaurus skeletons embedded in limestone, accessible for five dollars— from an article purporting to survey Shonisaurus evidence. He omitted the entire Moroccan Spinosaurus corpus from 2008 onward while writing about Spinosaurus . He misused a US-only biodiversity database to make claims about Australian specimens, having had the Queensland Museum catalogue available on the next tab. He manufactured a wordplay connection between John Estaugh Hopkins and Johns Hopkins University —two unrelated men, separated by a generation and a state— to imply a conspiracy link that does not exist. He cited Damien Boschetto in his own footnotes while simultaneously claiming that amateurs never find dinosaurs, Boschetto being an amateur who found a dinosaur. He pretended not to understand what a fossil is while reading papers that use the word “fossil” on every page. He inverted the Archaeoraptor story to mean the opposite of what the public record shows it to mean. These are not the errors of an overworked enthusiast. They are the operating signature of a man who reads his sources and reports something else. The signature is uniform across the series, which makes it a signature rather than a mistake.

When every missing piece of evidence is the piece that would refute the thesis, and every included piece is a piece that can be framed to support it, the inquiry is not open-ended. It is rigged at the level of what is permitted into the frame. The output is not research; it is propaganda of a particular subtle kind —the kind designed to discredit the adjacent territory by occupying it with obvious absurdity.

And this is the pattern across the author’s entire Substack, not merely this series. The same handle publishes under the banner of “chemtrails” —a banner that begins with a real atmospheric concern and drifts, by the mechanism described in the preceding section, into increasingly unhinged territory.

The same method runs across every topic the Substack covers: grant a real embarrassment, frame it as concealment, generalise aggressively, omit decisive counter-evidence, substitute visual similarity for analysis, and progressively degrade the reader’s evidentiary standards until he accepts as “research” what any serious reader would recognise as a calculated insult to his intelligence.

The consistency of the technique across unrelated subject matter is itself the proof that the technique is the product. A confused autodidact does not produce the same methodological signature across palaeontology, atmospheric science, and whatever else he writes about. A propagandist does. Whatever this author publishes next on any topic —vaccines, history, current events, science, anything— should be treated as the work of a demonstrated liar. Not a mistaken researcher. Not a confused enthusiast. Not a well-intentioned amateur. A liar, documented in this dossier across dozens of individually-excusable instances which, taken as a set, permit only one conclusion about his character and his intent. He is not to be trusted on anything, because he has forfeited trust on the one topic on which the record can be fully checked, and the record is damning.

That is what deserves to be named, documented, and refused. The dinosaur-hoax thesis is a gatekeeping product in the same class as flat-earth content. It exists to make thinking people stupider, and to make skeptical people embarrassing. The correct response to encountering it is not engagement on its own terms. It is to recognise the shape of the trick, to name the writer’s method for what it is, and to dismiss on sight whatever else appears under the same byline. A writer who has demonstrated this many deliberate deceptions on one topic has forfeited the benefit of the doubt on every other. Sincerity, in his case, is a mask, and the mask is itself part of the product.

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I have written before about the general fatigue of:

• The War (Ukraine, Iran, whatever) ultimately it’s always Israel and its puppets starting them.
• The financial crash/incoming doom, etc.
• The utter bullshit produced by the mainstream media.
• The fact almost all of the things you have been told about history are lies.
• The fact our real history is FAR more awesome, interesting and also infuriating.
• And that yes, it is the Jews, and yes, they are a pernicious and evil tribe of mass murdering pedophiles, as it clearly states in their Talmud. Don’t take my word for it, read it, here is a primer, and then dig into every evil shitty thing going on now and see who is at the root of it.

But… you being terminally online isn’t fixing or changing any of it. So you get depressed, despondent, tired. No compelling future is what destroys your will to live.

Now listen up, because there IS a way for you to get that joie de vivre you are currently lacking, but it is not something you will get for free, or without actively working at it.

Here is the basic formula.

First of all you need to have target that is MUCH bigger than yourself. It doesn’t matter if it’s not achievable in your lifetime, in fact that might be better, because it will make you work towards a goal that will make things better for your progeny.

My Target

Get completely rid of the evil pedophiles running this planet and ensure they never again get any kind of power, build systems and communities that can resist then eventually defy and overthrow them and put in place safeguards based on absolutes of Catholic Virtues like courage, honesty, fortitude, humility, service, accountability and so on. Yes, I absolutely plan to create a Catholic theocracy, but if you think the Vatican, has Catholics in it, or Bob is the Pope, you are SORELY mistaken and have absolutely no idea what I am talking about. If you do want to know, you can read Harold Lamb’s The Crusades , and if you want to go into more depth about actual Catholicism today you can read my own books, Believe! , and Reclaiming the Catholic Church . The Catholicism I belong to is the same one Bohemond had in 1095 AD, or Jean Parisot de Valette had in 1565 AD. And it is balanced by Clergy who leads the general direction of humanity, the nobility that protects and fights for it, but also corrects or gets rid of the corrupt clergy, as the clergy denounces corrupt nobility, and the laity that can revolt and take out the corrupt nobles, or clergy once enough discontent has accumulated. No system is perfect, but the hierarchical nature of Catholicism, which is the ONLY actual Christianity that ever existed, has created without shadow of a doubt, the most complete cosmology of spiritual beings, the best human societies ever created anywhere, and absolutely predominantly values the individual and gives him great freedom while compelling enough social conscience that acts of criminality, social degeneracy and so on, are curbed by both the general society surrounding it and the authority of the Church, the enforcing of the nobility or non-clerical offices, and even the common laity. But above all I am for the removal of the evil bastards who eat and rape children that run our world right now. That’s my target. I am not saying it has to be yours, but it would be good if all those of us who have it start to band together, quite aside other issues. The ultimate aim is to be able to create a world where technology is limited to what is useful for the individual and control by any government is absolutely limited, your cash is not tracked, video surveillance is genuinely used only for guarding things that need it or by private persons that wish to have it for their property, and you are free to work, live and eat more or less what you want. For example, while I am a Catholic, I have no issue whatever, if in the privacy of your own home, you like to get buggered by your same sex “partner” and believe other things far from my own beliefs. What I absolutely DO have a problem with is if you begin to advocate for your degrease behaviour to anyone else. And certain religions that have it as a part of their belief that raping children is ok, like Judaism and Islam, have absolutely no place in any nation of mine. Even so, I have no problem with Jews staying in Israel and Muslims staying in Muslim countries. If you visit my Catholic country though, woe betide you if you don’t follow our rules. Oh, and the death penalty for certain crimes is mandatory in actual Catholicism. That’s just a brief overview. The point is, have a philosophy, a target, a vision, greater than yourself. Don’t worry too much about how to get there, but do make sure it is realistic. Many people think my own vision is absurd, but there is absolutely no reason why a hardcore Catholic religion cannot be absolutely viable in the future. If you need some inspiration read The High Crusade .

1. Have a variety of compelling futures.

It doesn’t matter if right now you are ugly, broke, fat, old, sick, or young, good looking and healthy. The thing you need as a human being is the concept of being able to look forward to something good in your life. And not one but several. Some aims:

Bigger ones

• Get married
• Have children
• Buy a property (ideally rural and with no property taxes)
• Get into political office so you can actually change things (beware the corruption)

Intermediate ones

• Get fit
• Learn a skill or trade
• Build your own anti-fragile business

Smaller ones

• Learn a skill
• create a small side-business
• buy and learn to use firearms
• do some gardening to supplement your food supply
• eat healthier

Just remember that all your smaller goals will not have much energy behind them if you don’t have a bigger one to aim for. If you read here, the four big ones listed above should cover about 80% of you. At least. Now maybe you want to be an Olympic champion (if you still believe in that stuff). I get it, if I had remained in Europe instead of living in Africa from about age 19 on, I could have gone to the Olympics with fencing. I did have a natural talent for it. Do I regret it? Not really. I do wonder if I had the time and possibility, how I would have fared, and have a little tiny bit of nostalgia for it, but ultimately, that trajectory might have put me on such a different road that I cannot in any way even begin to guess what it would look like, and on. its own it was certainly nowhere near enough of a goal to sustain me. And my life now is not easy (if your life is easy, you are either not doing enough, are a lazy creature living off your parent’s earnings, so are spoilt, or are mostly parasitic and/or an NPC of no consequence), but I love the fact I have six children and live in a fairly isolated rural village in Italy.

The point her sis try to understand your own internal motives, what matters to you? What do you want to achieve? That future may not be immediately available, but there is nothing you can’t do with dedication and patience while remaining focussed on it.

2. Work Them.

Write it down if you have to, but make it a priority to always be aiming in the same direction. Breaks will happen. Accidents will happen. Life happens. Bad shit happens.

When it does, get up again and carry on. Easy? No. Necessary? Absolutely.

So your marriage crashed. You lost a leg in an accident. Some other horrible shit. Get up and carry on. If not for yourself dedicate it to someone or something else. Try to pick something that matters to you. Humans are ALL flawed, we all are. We fail, we break, we die. So you don’t need to worry too much about how much you are suffering. 90 years from now, I assure you, your problems will all be over. And much less for some of us that are over the half-century mark. So what else you got to do while you are here? You may as well work your ass off at something meaningful and take the blows of misfortune or intentional evil as they come, roll with them as best you can and fight back. That’s what life is.

3. Have Faith

I was not a Christian until I got baptised in 2017. I was 47 years old. Does that mean I didn’t have faith before this? No. I did. I always had faith.

Faith in what?

That it can be better. That I can be better. That what I feel in my heart is true and worthwhile, no matter the lies of everyone around me telling me otherwise.

True love exists despite humans being flawed rat-like scum in so many ways.

Truth matters. Honour Matters. Selling out Matters. Being a Coward matters.

BELIEVE! You weak, broken-down, fucker. And stand up. Stand straight. Stop whining. It doesn’t help. Crawl if you have to, but go forward. Built. Create. Continue. Death will come to you soon enough. Leave a mark before it does. Build something. Be someone. Do something.

What I will tell you, is that while I never lost faith, even in my very darkest moments, it was in fact, my VERY darkest moment that made me finally see God, or at least as much of it as I can perceive truly. And that kind of experience, the classic road to Damascus moment, cannot ever be denied or swept aside or ignored. It is a permanent realisation of reality as much as seeing the truth of something finally after you lived in the lie. It can’t be undone. And my experience of God, and His Love and Generosity, sense of Humour, and so on, is so transfiguring, that I can never deny it or doubt it again. And I will tell you, that being a hardcore Catholic (1958 Totalist Sedevacantist) —which, by the way, just means being a Catholic as Catholics have always been up to 1958, when Satanists took over the Papacy and usurped most of the physical as well as intellectual and religious practices of Catholicism— has made having faith SO much easier, lighter and deeper. The analogy I use is the one of being a man that lived for 43 years in no-man’s land, fighting everyone, and living and surviving in the muddy craters of mortar impacts. You can get used to anything, and like that Japanese guy who “fought on” for decades after the war ended, I even had periods of peace and serenity, but the fight to retain your integrity, your honour, dignity (I never cared for external forms of it, but my own internal sense of it) is constant. Then I saw a light in the distance and eventually I entered a side of the War. I now had a trench, food, companions, fresh clothes, a uniform, ammo. It’s a whole different kind of spiritual war now, one I am much stronger to deal with than I ever was before, even if before, by the views of others, I was thought of as some kind of terminator that never stops or gives up. Well… they had seen nothing yet, even if my general countenance is now more relaxed than it was before. So… you may want to look into 1958 Sedevacantism. I linked Believe! further up, and many people converted to it after reading that short book. You may want to at least have a look, it’s not like any classic work of theology you have read before. I wrote it as if I was writing to someone like me before I had my road to Damascus experience.

4. Get Offline

Yes it’s ironic I am writing you this online. But no it doesn’t matter. The point is have and build a life in the physical world. I have a farm. When I cut wood for winter, or drive the tractor, or get my trees pruned, or organise for a bee guy to have his hives on my property, it’s in real life. When I make friends, yes it often is because someone contacted me online first, but then they have become friends in real life. The Ice Spartan has been here since February I think, and he’s now probably going to do some work together with me. I only associate with people I want to. I don’t allow invasion by people that are on a different wavelength from me. Nor do I have any time for psychic vampires. They are quickly dealt with in a way that ensures they will not return.

That’s basically it. So sit down with yourself and figure it out. Then act on it.

5. Last Caveat

Be aware of, but ignore the great distractions. If you are not in Iran or Ukraine being bombed, it doesn’t matter to you. Sure, fuel prices will go up, so will food prices and you may want to grow your own food, but don’t waste energy on that stuff. Take control of your immediate world. Your stressing out, or just being hooked into the drama of world events does absolutely nothing to feed you energetically or improving your situation. So take care of yourself and your immediate surroundings and for the most part, completely ignore the rest.

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See? I can always find the exception to the rule!

His mother, Regina Wender, was Jewish (Polish-Jewish descent), and his likely biological father, Paul Nemenyi, was Hungarian-Jewish — so he was Jewish on both sides, and Jewish by matrilineal tradition regardless.

The twist is that Fischer himself vehemently denied it in his later years and became notoriously antisemitic, ranting about Jewish conspiracies in radio interviews from the 1990s until his death in 2008. He tried to disown the heritage, but the heritage was unambiguous.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

In an open letter Fischer wrote on June 28, 1984 to Encyclopaedia Judaica, he demanded they remove his entry. In it he wrote: “I am not today, nor have I ever been a Jew, and as a matter of fact, I am uncircumcised.” He also accused them of “fraudulently misrepresenting me to be a Jew” and distributed the letter publicly.

What makes it more interesting is the trajectory. In a 1962 Harper’s interview, when asked “You’re Jewish, aren’t you?”, Fischer answered “Part Jewish. My mother is Jewish.” So as a young man he acknowledged it. The hardening into outright denial came roughly two decades later, after his involvement with the Worldwide Church of God.

Then in later radio interviews, when interviewers pointed out he was Jewish, he’d deflect mockingly — in one case responding “Shall we go to the toilets and prove it?” , referencing the circumcision point from the 1984 letter.

The narrative is that he became “psychologically unstable” but personally I think that’s bullshit. He was never diagnosed and even if he had been, my opinion of psychiatry as a whole is somewhere below phrenology.

My view is that he was a high IQ with probable Aspergers. Which would make him, like yours truly, absolutely search for truth as best as he could and despise liars with some passion.

But even if he had been a bit crazy, imagine yourself as an honest person that finds out he is Jewish. Who wouldn’t lose it a bit. And he certainly never behaved like the classic Jew, which to my mind explains his denial of his heritage. And again, which honest person would not want to distance himself from that pernicious, vicious, tribe of absolute liars?

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I have no idea who she is, but she does an EXCELLENT job of having Jews expose themselves for who they are, by their own words. Listen to her here .

And she absolutely confirms what some of us have known for decades: the Israelis intentionally and specifically target CHILDREN.

Using drones that emit crying baby sounds to attract other children out so they can be shot.

And there have been reports on this from the 1970s on. That IDF snipers will shoot toddlers so as to massively wound them so their cries will bring out their parents only to then have the child be shot again in front of them.

They are the synagogue of satan, not human beings at all.

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Aside all the farm stuff, there are many other issues of bureaucratic paperwork, random bills, accumulated nonsense that needs final resolving, etc, which tends to weigh on anyone mentally.

Whenever faced with such situation, the answer in how to deal with it is simple enough to explain, even if not always so easy to follow through on.

Pick one of the items. It doesn’t really matter which one, and finish it.

There are different schools of thought on it. Some say pick the easiest and fastest and do that, others say pick the biggest bugbear and kill it relentlessly.

The truth is it doesn’t really matter unless some of them are really hard-deadlines with big painful consequences. In which case pick that one. Otherwise, pick one. Rolla dice if you’re too stuck to choose it yourself. And don’t let go of it until it’s done.

Then move onto the next one.

That’s it. No big secret, no miracle, magical cure.

“Oh but…”

Shut up. Work.

That’s all there is to it.

“But my inner child…”

Won’t eat if you can’t get over your shit. You’re not 5, or 8, or 12. You’re an adult. Get off your ass and get shit done.

If someone cut off one of your fingers every minute you DON’T ACT, guess what: you might lose ONE finger, then you’d be moving VERY fast, minus one finger, and plus a bleeding stump where it used to be, to DO whatever. So you absolutely CAN do it. Just stop whining and get up and do it.

Your excuses are just lies.

Your attached fingers are all testament to it.

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Lots to do on a Farm in Spring, and thank God for the Ice Spartan, which is basically a human terminator that works non-stop.

We have about 7.5 toms of wood to stock up for next winter. My 5 ton assessment was wrong because of the type of wood we mostly have (it burns fast) but my estimate that we need 5 months of wood for the stove is spot on.

We are also finally pruning all the trees properly, which in fairness only happened partially and for some trees not at all for 8 years now. So the field looks covered in about two feet or more of cuttings.

You can see a little video of it here:

Got a larger trincia for the Tractor at a steal but it needs a bit of maintenance, which can’t be finished until this week when the shops open again.

I need to BADLY service both cars, as they have bene neglected badly due to the more pressing matters.

I need to fix the main gate, mark out the limits of our property, sort out some signage for the truffle areas, and also try to make some progress for the kids speaking Italian better, as the Young Viking, using his unmistakable charm has now got his little Ukrainian girlfriend speaking English instead of him talking much Italian.

Overall the Easter break has been good, even if both the wife and I have been rather clogged up with whatever supposedly passes for a flue these days, but is probably military grade zapping by 5G towers, chemtrails for people like me who talk about the genocide the Jews are doing in Palestine and everywhere else they get a chance to, and so on.

As for the whole war in Iran, etc. I am thoroughly enjoying the absolute masterclass in trolling the Iranians are doing of the entire Jewish controlled USA war machine.

If they could just get rid of all the American bases in Europe too, instead of dog just the Middle East, we would be ever so grateful!

Yes, Yes, we know how the average American “patriot” has been brainwashed into thinking American bases in Europe protect Europe from Russia, but the reality is that the American bases “protect” you the same way the Mafia does. You get “protected” into paying with your citizen’s lives, taxes, and usurpation, so that the USA doesn’t deliver some freedom and democracy just like they are doing to Iran right now.

And frankly, I would rather be Doge of Venice under. Russo-Iranian protectorate, which I believe they would honour far more than any “agreement” Italy ever made with the USA. For the record, there are accords that were done just after the war that affect Italy and all Italians that are STILL secret and as an Italian citizen you can’t read or see, that the USA imposes on Italy.

So, yeah, if you’re one of those lobotomised “people” that was so abysmally retarded to join the military and go kill and/or die for the jewish masters of the USA, listen up: GO HOME. No-one in Europe, or anywhere else for that matter, needs you to protect them from anything. The biggest terrorists state has always been Israel, and the USA is its poodle on leash that will do whatever Israel says.

If that pisses you off? Good. Get rid of IPAC, the ADL, and all the financiers, the Fed, the Hollywood pedovores and all your completely corrupt politicians. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can do it to our politicians too.

I know it’s a shock for some, but man, what do you prefer? A complete lie you only believed in because it was hammered into you before you could think about it? Or the truth, regardless of how dark it is?

Choose. Because by now, no one gets to pretend they can’t see the truth f they want to.

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Ron Unz lays it out, here .

Actually, a good bit of the confusion disappears when we realize that the Old Testament is the Jewish Bible; it was written by Jews, for Jews, and about Jews. Nothing about it is intended for gentiles. The famous Ten Commandments apply only among Jews; theft, “covetousness,” even killing are allowed when dealing with non-Jews. All those nice sayings about the “brother” or the “neighbor” apply only to “the brother Jew” and “the neighbor Jew.” If you are a non-Jew and you think that anything about the OT applies to you, you need to do some serious rethinking.

In fact, the vast majority of specific references to gentiles in the OT are negative: The slaves? Non-Jews. The slaughtered, the plundered, the “blotted”? Non-Jews. Making honest agreements (“covenants”) with non-Jews? No (Ex 34:12). Having relationships with non-Jews? No (Deut 7:3). Showing mercy or lenience toward non-Jews? No (Ps 106:34). Exploiting non-Jews through usury? Sure! (Deut 23:20) In sum, the gentiles are fit for slavery, usury, exploitation, theft, and murder, but little else. So much for your “holy” bible

Read the while thing there. It is very instructive, though for even deeper context, you might want to read this too:

Where did the Jewish Armageddon story come from?

The whole world really needs to understand this.

And every Jew needs to return to Israel. And stay there.

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So, the angelic looking three year old with blue eyes and blonde curls has been essentially harassing to death , lovingly following the Ice Spartan around, and he has been telling us some her little comments and things she has done.

Keep in mind there is about 100 metres or so of distance between our house and the chalet he is in, with basically clean forest between them.

On a weekend, at about 23:00 we realise, the little creature is not in the house. Turns out she went to the Ice Spartan’s chalet barefoot, in winter, dressed in basically a little party costume that is made of gossamer and layer of chiffon. Things she told him:

Note: [Ice Spartan Name – we’ll call him Jack, even though that’s not his name at all]

Jack’s in his chalet, peeling an orange he’s about to eat.

AG: Jack, let me show you how I steal food from people.

J: Uh…ok…

AG: See, I see you peeling an orange and I say, (sing-song voice) Jack, can I please have a piece? (end of sing-song voice) And then you say, sure… So I eat your food.

Another day, still in total darkness, but this time she at least has a little torch, she decided she wanted to go call Jack so he would come over for dinner. So off she went to get him with her little torch. On the way back to the house.

AG: Jack, stay behind me, there might be wolves.

J: Uh… ok…

AG: And you don’t even have your knife. Next time you should bring your knife.

J: Clearly chastised at his lack of pre-emptive arming against vicious wolves.

Kitchen just before dinner, Wife, Jack and me present.

Me: Where’s AG?

Wife: Oh, so, she had put her white baptism dress on, because she decided she’s going to marry Jack. So I told her to go change.

Jack: Shakes his head in silence.

Me: Oh I don’t know about that Jack. I mean, I think… age wise you know… you’re just not old enough for her.

She also regularly does little ballet type poses for him and asks him: “Can you do this?”

She did the splits, intentionally at age 1 when she was already walking and talking, and of course, we remarked on it, so she sometimes just spontaneously does it now. And of course demonstrates to Jack how to go about it.

He is a very patient man.

Very.

But I think she’s rubbing off on him. The other day, while holding the new heavy chainsaw he was using to very kindly make piles of wood for next winter , he climbed on the log and he says he slipped , but I think he was just trying to do an impromptu split, mid-air, in the forest.

He hadn’t said anything, but the wife saw him limping and asked what happened and that’s when he told her about the “accident”.

I of course, full of concern, immediately asked: “Is the chain-saw fine?” 1

Well, what can I say, she’s daddy’s girl, clearly.

Earlier in the year, when I was discussing life with the Ice Spartan, while we were burning cuttings, I told him I do worry about some of my kids for the future. He pointed out Aryan Girl meaningfully, to which I laughed.

“Nah, she is the one I am least worried about at all.”

He looked at me incredulously. “Really.”

Me: “Yeah, I mean compared to one of the others… I mean the Young Viking. He’s tough, but kind of innocent really, and his sense of justice is not really open to compromise. 2 Plus I think if he ever loses his shit and punches someone in anger full force, there’s a good chance he might end up in jail for manslaughter.”

IS: Looks and points meaningfully at AG that was busy throwing various bits of wood into the fire with pyromaniacal glee.

Me: ( laughing, again ) Nah, you see with her it won’t be an accident.

IS: Exactly!

Me: Nah, she’ll be fine. She’s too smart to get caught.

IS: ( Reconsidering ) I dunno, there’s lots more cameras in the world today…

Me: She’s smart. She’ll find a way to blame fake AI videos.

IS: Still… I mean…

Me: yeah, yeah, I know. But hey, think of it like this, she might be like Dexter, you know, only evil guys.

IS: ( looks dubiously at her ).

Me: You know… mostly. Or people that upset her. Or hurt one of her siblings. ( Thinking… or maybe because it’s Tuesday, but eh… I’m sure she’d have a good reason… )

She just has that way about her. And it’s not like she doesn’t get punished by me when she deserves it. But… to her credit, she does also have that side of me that can let go of a bad moment, and five minutes later she’ll come ask to sit on my lap and mess with the calculator on my desk while I write.

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