Albert Goldman (who died during the course of writing this piece) is on the top of the list of those whom I label 'The Masters of Deceit'. I haven't an exact accounting of every piece of sensationalized filth Goldman tagged his name to, but three titles to his discredit I'm familiar with are: Ladies and Gentlemen, Lenny Bruce, Elvis, and his final puff of smoke and mirrors, The Lives of John Lennon, which I found to be a gross depiction of this most important figure of the late 20th century.
Lennon--like all of us who wear the human flesh--would have been the first to admit his faults and frailties, and in fact did so often in interviews throughout his life. But with this normal human baggage that we all lug around, with him as well came that great talent he attempted to use in the sixties to bring about a peaceful revolution, and end the human war overseas. Because of this revolutionary stance, Lennon was hounded by the CIA/FBI? & who knows who all else which I believe led the ol' bloke into seclusion for some five years or so until toward the end of his life when he decided to emerge from the shadows. What with the scary ascension of Reagan rising ominously over the land, 'twas high time for his return into the spotlight to take on the tyrants he'd battled years before with his music, humor and scathing attacks on hypocrisy which gained him great love from some quarters, and persecution from others, i.e. The Establishment.
Enter Mark David Chapman. Research his formative years. Like so many others his mind was opened by the Beatles/Rock Music, then further opened by acid and other drugs, effecting easy access for any covert practitioner of mind control technology to enter into. He played guitar, rather poorly probably. In his late teens early twenties he became disillusioned like so many others of his generation, by the drugs perhaps, but--it has also been said--by his impression of Lennon 'copping out' as in the seventies, when the former "Mop-Topper" withdrew from public view, apparently giving up 'the good fight' to become just another rich capitalist rock star, as some perceived it at the time. Was this so-called disillusionment something that was programmed into Chapman's pea-brain? Personally I never felt disillusioned, though Lennon was much missed by myself and his many other fans during the time he was absent from public light. But I never felt he'd 'sold out'. And even if he had, so what? That was his problem to deal with, if such was the case. Why would someone attach such importance to what another did with their life? These types of fixations are obsessive, obviously. But are these obsessive fixations in some cases (e.g. Chapman re: Lennon) the result of mind programming scenarios?
One curious observation I've made is the disturbing similarity in appearance between Chapman and John Hinkley, as if they were cast from the same MK Ultra-like mold. Were both these chubby faced losers perhaps nazi genetic breeding experiments cloned in the same fashion as Kerry Thornley has postulated himself and Lee Oswald were? Chipped from the same mysterious breeding block? But the connections don't end there. Another Hinkley/Chapman link concerns World Vision, an anti-Communist Foundation headed buy none other than John Hinkley, Sr. of which Chapman was a member. In this capacity Chapman visited refugee camps that--according to researcher John Judge, among others--double as excellent recruiting grounds for intelligence operatives and assassins, which Chapman may very well have been, of the MK Ultra variety.
After his mid-seventies conversion to Christianity, Chapman traveled extensively. Where he received the money to fly all around the world and stay at expensive hotels (particularly during the period he was stalking Lennon) remains a mystery. A similar scenario existed with the likes of Arthur Bremmer and James Earl Ray, itinerant wanderers who seemed always to have an endless supply of cash on hand to fund them on their strange and apparently conspiratorial travels. Chapman was in Beirut during a period when American soldiers of fortune were training future assassins to be, and might well have been there learning to use the tools of the trade from such masters as Edwin Wilson and Frank Terpil, though there is no definite documentation of this. Later, when Chapman assassinated Lennon, he did so in a military stance, that seemed to be more precision-like than he would have learned from the rent-a-cop training he received as a security guard.
During a nervous breakdown episode Chapman experienced in Hawaii, he was institutionalized in the notorious Castle Memorial Hospital, the very same medical facility of certain select doctors who were involved in MK Ultra experiments for our friends at the CIA. Was it here that Chapman received his final programming to assassinate Lennon? Ominously, on his last day of work in Hawaii, when signing out, Chapman signed the name of John Lennon, then scratched it out, suggesting that this was the main focus in his mind, as if it had been triggered and he was a torpedo heading for--and eventually zeroing in and destroying his target--a rock n' roll singer with heavy political leanings to the Left.
For more information on the Lennon assassination in regards to Chapman being programmed to kill, read Fenton Bresler's Who Killed John Lennon? This is an extremely important document, though it only scratches the surface of what went down that night in 1980 when Lennon got pumped full of lead outside the Dakota, the very same building where Rosemary's baby was born.
The second event of course was Lennon's political assassination, which was almost as important and far reaching as JFK's, in my opinion. Where JFK's assassination set a lot of things in motion (backwards) in regards to Vietnam, The Mafiazation of America, and the rise in power of the United States Shadow Government; Lennon's passionate passing was a death knell to the idealism of the sixties; a kick into the crotch of the Summer of Love. (As devastating as the looming spectre of AIDS is to the now distant sexual revolution.) Just like JFK being gunned down like a dog in Dealey Plaza--because he'd decided to go against the grain of the American power structure--Lennon was fed a similar dose of the same bad medicine, for the fault of being a free spirit unafraid to speak his mischievous mind in a country where free speech is supposedly a widespread commodity, though in reality only when it doesn't rock the Ruling Classes Boat, or threaten to cross over their moat and charge the fortress wherein They reside/hide.
Goldman's book is only a further trashing of Lennon, as if enough damage hadn't already been done outside the Dakota on that dark night of the American soul. First kill the spirit then tarnish the memory so that those who were inspired by Lennon, will now see him in a negative light, become cynical and say, "To hell with the battle; why--if Lennon was just a rich drug wasted phony--then fuck it all, anyway. I might as well become a Reagan Yuppie and make a fast buck while they're to be had. This S&L rip-off ain't gonna last forever. Now's the time to cash in; fuck the future. I'm lookin' out for number one!" Regrettably, many went that way. Now--as David Emory says--the chickens are coming home to roast.
But who knows? If Goldman trashed him--as he did Lennon and Bruce--then perhaps there's more to the story than meets the eye. The King was connected in a big way to the DEA; made on honorary agent by no less than evil Richard Nixon himself. What the fuck was that all about? If we believe what we read, Elvis was one of the great drug addicts of all time, a virtual walking PDR, balancing the tight rope of uppers and downers, to lift him high into the clouds and then bring him back into mystical slumber when his bulbous body tired but his brain was still buzzing like an energized insect on the wire. Recently, I saw a film of one of Elvis' last concerts. The guy was a wreck; fat, glassy-eyed and slurring his words; out of step with reality in his gaudy rhinestone self-parody space suit. I felt sorry for fatso, wallowing like a medicated hog at the trough of his awestruck admirers, who couldn't see their savior being crucified right before their blind, adoring eyes. He was obviously a product of the rock n' roll star syndrome more than anything; hooked on his own fucked-up image as much as he ever was on Diluadid or massive quantities of cheeseburgers.
But does the King still walk the earth? Resurrected in his youthful Jailhouse Rock/29 cent stamp body, Hawaiian tanned & with a Vitalis coated curl of hair dangling down his finely formed forehead? Or is he old & chubby with a scraggly beard walking the streets of Kalamazoo with a tune on his mind but afraid to sing the words of his soul that someone may hear and recognize this King in peasant garment?
The King is dead. Long live the King!!!
My opinion--which isn't exactly original (having been postulated by other conspiratologists in the recent past)--is that the bungled Watergate burglary was a setup to bring down Nixon's evil regime, for whatever reasons. The "whatever" probably being that the CIA (or whoever really runs this country) felt that Tricky Dick was getting too big for his own britches; drunk as he was with his own self-inflated image of importance and power. Maybe somewhere down the line he didn't toe the Company line, so they maneuvered him out of power by way of intrigue and espionage, as opposed to blowing out his brains on a public thoroughfare somewhere, and spattering the air with pinkish brain matter. And of course Wood ward & Bernstein were there to sell the story to the American public via their unknown source 'Deep Throat' who very well might've been a total fabrication of Woodstein's collaborative imaginations, instructed as they were by their invisible benefactors who rule the world, cloaked in shadows and darkness. (Interestingly enough, in a 1977 article for Rolling Stone, Bernstein examined the relationship between media and the CIA, which consisted of--among other things--the spreading of disinformation and propaganda dissemination.) Bob Woodward's first literary stirrings started to take fruit (spoiled though they may have been) at Yale where he wrote his first failed novel and became a member on the staff of the campus newspaper, The Banner. At Yale, Woodward was initiated into the ritual of secret societies, becoming a lifetime member of the Book and Snake, one of the many secret fraternities existing within the walls of Yale, notwithstanding the likes of the most (in)famous of all Yale secret fraternal orders, Skull and Bones.
Skull and Bones membership over the years included, among others, George Walker Bush, William F. Buckley, Henry Luce and McGeorge Bundy, who served in The Kennedy Administration. Among the bizarre rituals rumored to have taken place within the Boneman's Tomb were nude wrestling and ritual masturbation. Another purported initiation rite of the Skull and Bones--this coming from John Judge during a pool side chat--was the pernicious practice of robbing bones from the grave sites of historic figures who opposed the established order of their times. Rumor has it that George Bush's father, Prescott, robbed the grave of Geronimo, and later his son followed suit by purloining the socialist remains of Emma Goldman. Woodward's secret membership in Book and Snakes would greatly assist him in later years in obtaining top-secret White House poop from such insiders as fellow Book and Snake alumni Nicholas Brady, who was Secretary of the Treasury in the Bush Administration, and Les Aspin, Clinton's short-lived Secretary of Defense. Furthermore, according to Deep Truth:The Lives of Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein by Adrian Havill, one of Woodward's friends and contemporaries at Yale was David Gergen, known most recently for his role in the Clinton Administration, brought in by Bill to help re-define and at the same time breath life anew into Slick Willie's constantly changing image of the liberal/conservative/socialist/moderate/militarist/pacifist/playboy/family man. Gergen, though the years--starting with Nixon then Reagan and now with Clinton--has served as trusted advisor and sometime cabinet member to these seemingly disparate administrations, another indication of the apparent consistency that in actuality exists from one administration to the next, crossing phony party lines and plunging head first into the New World Order stated so openly by Bush: A New World Order founded on military force and intimidation. One other curious piece to add to this constantly growing puzzle is the belief by many in conspiracy circles that Gergen was in fact "Deep Throat", the disseminator of presidential secrets that brought the White House walls crumbling down all around Richard Nixon and his merry band of double breasted thugs.
And what of Woodward's supposed meeting with William Casey craftily chronicled in Veil, the posthumous recitation of Casey's deathbed revelations, that no one seems able to validate or substantiate? Was this just another case of disinformation? Just one more ounce of happy horseshit to keep us fat and sappy?
Alas, Al Goldman has now shed this vale of tears. This, my epitaph, to him. May his memory be not more than the footnote of some lost soul who evidently hated a lot more than he could ever love; who used his considerable talent to the detriment of others. (Apparently, prior to his demise, Goldman was working on a book about Jim Morrison, another in a long line of iconoclasts who bucked the system, and ended up six feet under, apparently due to a drug overdose, though his death--like many others of the sixties non-survivors--has grown suspect over the years.) I wouldn't waste my precious spit on Goldman's grave. Just a curious nod of the head if by chance I passed his plot on a cemetery stroll; wondering what his motives were, and whom the secret forces were who approved his stretched-out truths and ugly lies. I think they should bury all these characters in the same place: Woodstein, Goldman and and all the other Masters of Deceit; with big question marks on their cracked and crumbling tombstones. Life's befuddling enough, let alone having others confuse and cloud the issues surrounding us in the course of human affairs. Enough lying goes on in our day to day operations, to also have to deal with all the extra added volumes of excrement dutifully delivered daily on our dulled doorsteps in a variety of numerous guises by scribes and pharisees with secret agendas, and equally dubious karmas.
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