I am going to keep this as brief as possible.
Misinformation is everywhere. Everyone knows this. What to do about it is a hotly contested topic. What strategies are appropriate? Who can or should be held responsible for creating it? For spreading it? Who CAN be responsible for combating it. How would they do that?
It is NOT just the crackpot bloggers who use misinformation to their advantage. Powerful people and organizations do it too. Corporations. Governments. NGOs. Intelligence agencies.
Which causes greater disruption; the organic misinformation that spreads in online and fringe circles when there are no official means to combat it? Or the large scale psy-ops of the alleged globalist “New World Order” seekers?
There has been a LOT of misinformation about Travis Mateer and the delicate legal situation that has him currently incarcerated in the Missoula County Jail. Before he went in he made me promise I wouldn’t reveal or discuss in detail the situation that he is court ordered not to write about on this blog. He made me promise not to name names – Not to lean into the underhanded attacks for which I am known and counted on…
I’m about to break that promise.
I cannot in good conscience continue as the executive editor of Zoomchron.com until you readers know the real truth. So I’m going to tell you.
Better yet. I’ll show you.
(A note to the more sensitive readers. This image may disturb you)
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So there it is… all out on the table. Travis’ skeletons… out of the closet.
Just to make sure I’m being completely clear, here it is from another perspective.
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Strange memories on this nervous night in Missoula Montana. Twenty-Five years later? Twenty-Four? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era – the kind of peak that never comes again. The World Trade Center in the early oughts was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or thermite or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant…
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time – and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights – or very early mornings – when I left the airfield half-crazy and, instead of practicing landing, aimed the big 767 like a lightning bolt across the George Washington Bridge at three hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket… Booming over Greenwich village, aiming at the buildings of Lower Manhattan, not quite sure which safety mechanisms to turn-off when I got to the other end (always stalling at the final bank, too twisted to find the rudder control while I prayed to Allah)… But being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that…
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Hudson, then up the Long Island Sound or down the turnpike to Jersey or Philly… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…
And that, I think, was the handle – that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting – on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…
So now, less than twenty-five years later, you can go up in a tall skyscraper in lower Manhattan and look East, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
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[Its no wonder Travis Mateer is such a disturbed individual… After all he’s been through. Consider donating to Travis’ Witty Initials Neutralizing Tasteless Or Wicked Essay Review Solicitation (TWIN TOWERS). He’d donate to your thing.]
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Peace be upon you
– Freeman Tao