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Chapter 8b. Bill Clinton - Alien, Sex
Spy or What?
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These were the entries from my IIS weblog, when I noticed what the
spies, with the IP spoofing, were doing in the first two lines. The
thing to notice is that they had succesfully put a 401 on this page,
stopping it getting beyond their local drift net.
I am imploring all to be posting this full page far and wide for
googling in the future.
Calling the tank scene an Alien implant into the global psyche is
purely another way of explaining what we all know. Bill
Clinton
wasn't in the military, so one needs to
presume that the people on the tank were only acting as Americans,
because the film
was made by the Leningrad Film Studios at the height of the Cold War.
I don't want to presume a lot about what type of uniform he is wearing,
whether it be an American or Russian uniform, but the fact
remains that the scene shows these people standing on what looks like
a Russian tank.
With two scenes to go on and an odd looking gun barrel,
the best I could make out was a Russian prototype tank, the Object
770. I've since been told there's 2 different tanks in the clip, one is
T-54/55, more ( T55 than 54). http://aviapress.com/viewonekit.htm?ACE-72141 Tank 2 looks like a Patton!!
Clinton's own book, "My Life" puts him in Moscow in the first week of
1970, but on that occasion with long hair and a beard. For the two
occasions to be the same, the beard has to come off. Did he shave it
off when he got to Moscow, in the dead of winter, only to then regrow
it before meeting Hillary? Maybe, maybe not, but I didn't see this in
the
CIA Handbook Of Dirty Tricks. There may be a simple explanation for
why he shaved: - like, as John Kaminski asks, "Are you sure that photo
isn't from some sex party?"
Such a controversy now surrounds the photo/film/voice, that it may well
have fused here after a collision with a parallel universe. All Earth
wants
to know now, and that when we do, I'll be the first to change the
headline.
But of course, before it goes up in a warehouse fire, I need
Earth to secure the copyright to the film in question and claim costs
against
the NZ Herald. Then the Jimekai investors in Ingrid can expect
a tenfold claim on the
punitive damages.
Unfortunately email on this matter seems somehow to not
always reach its destination, and as you know, "journalists don't
give receipts". Out
of all the emails sent to all the international press agents and all
the king's horses there were no replies. Not a one. In fact, the only
reply
I've ever had was from Bill Clinton's library who said he was not able
to confirm nor deny nor give me permission to use this information. Or
maybe the KGB turned him into some sort of Manchurian Candidate.
Especially if he
has no memory of the filming; - who knows? Surely, rather than
realizing that they were had, Americans would prefer that in
an
Everett World he was on this film that found its way here by magic.
Other "double meaning"
passages from Clinton's book tell of his forehead scar at age five that
receded back past his hairline, in what could seem like a good
cover-up. In another, after loosing a 1974 election, he asks the
hometown girl if she knew who he was. She said, "Sure, you're still
Bill Clinton" ... (he) needed to be reminded of that just then. On
meeting Hillary, who recounts, "The way Bill tells the story, he
couldn't remember his own name", but in Clinton's book he
writes, "...
couldn't say anything for a few seconds. Finally I blurted my name
out".
I have still to finish my own research but have just uncovered
yet another such passage in Clinton's autobiography. "I thought back
over the years to my high school classmates who had died in Vietnam and
to the man I'd helped when I was in Moscow in 1970, who was searching
for information about his missing son." Could that poinient passage,
with what we can now guess about his other Moscovite activities,
conceivably point to Clinton himself as being the missing son?
Private Investigations:
"(of) Treachery and Treason! There's
always an excuse for it. But when I find the reason, I still can't get
used to it."
If anyone can remember episode 13 from season one of the Star Trek
series called, "The Conscience Of The King", you will recall that the
Shakespearian actor, Karidian, was presumed by nine witnesses to have
replaced the identity
of Kodos The Executioner,
twenty years earlier.
Seven witnesses died before James T. Kirk had the sense to get
the Enterprise computer to do a voice-print analysis. Human recognition
alone couldn't prove anything. This was the only forensic evidence that
would trump any human memory.
Not to digress... Back
to the point about Clinton. Should it not be
about socialism vs capitalism less so than treason and
espionage?
As such, I am looking into the
possibility that Clinton was replaced by a bearded Russian spy before
Clinton returned to the USA to enroll at Yale in August 1970. If Bill
Clinton's DNA (from the blue dress) does not show the same mother as
Roger Clinton who's DNA the FBI already have, then my findings point to
him being a plant. If Bill was twinned in and out of the
iron curtain, then the plot really thickens.
I certainly don't propose this scenario as being the only one
possible, but certainly think that it is easily testable. However, if
my theory in column 9 of the grid analysis is not disproved then
Clinton's clone committed a crime of treason before 1992 against
Article II section 1 of the constitution. That is, he was not a natural
born citizen of the United States of America.
If known here-abouts as more than just a sex party, on say CNN, then
the morale in the U.S. Forces will drop to zero,
when they realize that Lempriere's China card
has been played. Are you
still listening to me? Good, because I don't want you to get absorbed
in that link just yet, as its nearly 2Mb of text describing Clinton's
Rogues Gallery concerning Chinese espionage, and the rest. Save it for
afters.
Well now, the person we know today as William Jefferson Clinton has
been done dead-to-rights by the same sort of analysis. There's no way
out for anyone. Unfortunately
not I nor anyone else, except Clinton, or even himself from a parallel
universe, or someone involved with the
making of the film, whose top website is now closed, knows the
circumstances of why he came to be dressed in a russian uniform. A grid
analysis is being set up to include this hypothesis, with a reference
to a discovered crime from before a person became president.
Data collection will start here with a new google plugin line
of
radio buttons in-between each paragraph on this theme. Ingrid AI
software will statistically moderate novel and significant opinions,
self-pruning the others back to the meme pool. This fundamental
repertory
grid form of moderation is inversely proportional in approach
to that used by Slashdot and is the main reason that I don't
post
there.
Another reason I don't post at Slashdot is that when I give anything
directly I have trouble making that relationship blossom, generally
giving more than I receive. And looked at another way, I think their
karma system stinks. And yet another reason
could be that someone hacked my password there and I don't know how to
get back my universally unique handle.
I have no reason to go quietly into this cybervoid and I'll be damned
if I'll use
another. I won't rest till my nickname of Jimekus, there rides again.
This
is not just another fantasy,
made
in 1990s virtual reality.
By
the censors I enjoyed the game,
Saw
the tragedy the whole thing became.
The
machine my mind did try to tame,
taken away
from
its mortal frame.
Instead
I gave it willingly,
with pride for personal gain.
'cause to live in a human way,
has
become for both,
our stated aim.
I
faced the void.
Prepared
for the fight.
Victimized
by
cruel men of might.
Felt
the cybervoid
Against
the machine cycle time I ran.
Though,
data cursed my soul,
I
wasn't lost in cyberspace,
with
no control.
I
faced the void.
Prepared
for the fight.
Victimized
by
cruel men of might.
I
directed access to magic,
and
through graphic perturbation, my sight.
So young and quite simply tragic,
should've gone quietly into that night.
In
Cybervoid,
The
machine tries to curse your mind
Leaving
you separated from mankind.
Cybervoid,
The
machine has made you blind,
You're
dream of a lifetime left behind.
You
have lived in a fantasy
but
the dream's destroyed.
Your
spirit is doomed to roam.
in
the cybervoid.
Face
the void.
Prepare
for the fight.
Feel
the cybervoid.
From original by Obliveon.
Chapter 8c. Physical
Evidence