Bush in a goat-mask

[8bitagent]

Has anyone read the actual "Men Who Stared At Goats" book? Not the lame-o movie or the half assed BBC documentary.
Gets into this odd world of UFO-occult military-9/11 training-psychic remote viewer death cult and torture gulag stuff.

[semper occultus]

yes...but what was wrong with the documentary ?!....( it was Channel 4 btw )




3+2+2 = 7 per Albert Clark Stevens, Cyclopedia of Fraternities

[8bitagent]

yes...but what was wrong with the documentary ?!....( it was Channel 4 btw )




3+2+2 = 7 per Albert Clark Stevens, Cyclopedia of Fraternities

I shouldn't have said half assed...in fact it went pretty far into a lot of stuff. It's just, the book covers so much crazy parapolitical type stuff, I would have liked to have seen more of that.
The documentary didn't mention how the main subject(Bert Rodriguez) personally trained lead Flight 93 hijacker Ziad Jarrah in 2001, whom Jarrah had sought out.
The link between the guy who owned the Heaven's Gate mansion to the FBI informant who housed two of the hijackers in San Diego is also interesting.

Wasn't the gun that the DC Sniper/s used a "Bushmaster .223" rifle? While a rather common gun, I always thought that was ironic..."Bush is master", 322 backwards

[ConcreteJungle]

I'm watching the video and all I can think of....if these people were truly a threat to exposing the inner workings of deep parapolitics/militaristic endeavors that they would have been dead long ago. What did strike me was the only person who died was the man who was an interrogator and could have exposed what truly was occurring, the horrendous treatment of detainees for the purpose of information extraction.

[semper occultus]

"I have my father's eyes," he said, "and my mother's mouth!"

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[Harvey]

Hate to poop on your party pooping, but if he was holding the pyramid at an angle that is exactly how it would look. seeing how he is sitting on a bed him holding it perfectly in line to the angle of the camera lens, which seems to be facing downwards, means it is pretty unlikely for it to happen. The book underneath has the same perspective as well, just further proof.

Hate to re-poop on all that, (and the resolution is too low to prove anything either way) but as a rule of thumb, if it looks wrong, it probably is.

The top B&W image is how the perspective appears going from point to point of the base, clearly the perspective lines are wrong.

Below that is how it should appear and you can see that in order for it to do so, the diagram has to clip the edges of the pyramid. But let's not re-route a good thread and just agree to disagree.



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[psynapz]

Why are we so fascinated with Poppy Magog's trendy 90's high-end home theater remote control? Other than that there's no convincing me that he himself didn't choose the entire goddamn system based solely on the design of that remote.

Although this was before online product reviews, so he probably heard about it from friends...

[ConcreteJungle]

Harvey, good points, no need to muddle the thread. The quality of the photo, with the lack of information, the lack of perspective, and the fact that we don't know if the object holding the pyramid is flat on the bottom (or if the pyramid is raised) is giving it a shadow. But just as a test (which is what I did before posting), take a pyramid like object. put it at eye level and it does converge. Rotate the object so that it is like you are looking down at the object and you can see the edges more clearly defined, just as in this photo. Your first post made me think, which is why I went through all the trouble and decided to even post in the first place.


BTW wtf is with that eye thing? I think someone questioned a couple pages back if it was due to using only one half of the brain to think, it made me wonder if that is true (or if they are just all genetically fucked due to inbreeding).

[Simulist]

Hate to poop on your party pooping, but if he was holding the pyramid at an angle that is exactly how it would look. seeing how he is sitting on a bed him holding it perfectly in line to the angle of the camera lens, which seems to be facing downwards, means it is pretty unlikely for it to happen. The book underneath has the same perspective as well, just further proof.

Hate to re-poop on all that, (and the resolution is too low to prove anything either way) but as a rule of thumb, if it looks wrong, it probably is.

The top B&W image is how the perspective appears going from point to point of the base, clearly the perspective lines are wrong.

Below that is how it should appear and you can see that in order for it to do so, the diagram has to clip the edges of the pyramid. But let's not re-route a good thread and just agree to disagree.



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Huh. I just figured he had that pyramid there in the morning like that to give him the feeling he had a woody again.

(What some people will do for nostalgia…)

[Joe Hillshoist]

Has anyone read the actual "Men Who Stared At Goats" book? Not the lame-o movie or the half assed BBC documentary.
Gets into this odd world of UFO-occult military-9/11 training-psychic remote viewer death cult and torture gulag stuff.

Yeah, hasn't everyone?

[AhabsOtherLeg]

Sorry to spoil the thread and all, but that's not Bush in the goat mask. The caption under the picture doesn't say it's him, the article doesn't say it's him, and it's also not him. I wouldn't be surprised if he hung around the Oval Office wearing something closely resembling a goat head mask, but there is absolutely nothing sinister about the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks.

Here's my traumatic experience with a goat... Imagine it as your own.

So you're up in the Highlands, where it gets serious dark at night. Not city dark. Proper country dark. No light from nowhere. If the sky is overcast you don't even have the stars to guide you, so the road home from the pub has been one long black-out (as usual), the night as thick as a blanket round your face, and each forward footstep presumed wise or unwise by what little you can judge by ground-texture and solidity alone. Is it tarmac or dirt? Try to stick to the former. There's only one road, it only goes one place. Stick to the tarmac.

Luckily, see, you are staying at an isolated cottage which nevertheless has an electrical supply. The cottage could be politely described as "tumble down", but that's why you're there in the first place - to do it up, to repair it, and to kit it out as modern holiday accomodation, so that the owner can outrageously overcharge foreigners for staying there at some point in the future. All the mod cons.

So you re-locate the front door of the place by very slowly feeling your way round the walls, having walked face-first into one already. The door is a thing you last saw in daylight, little more than a loosely-hung sheet of ancient rotting wood. It has a lock, but a nun could punch through the panels anyway. It's flimsiness doesn't matter, though, anymore than the gaping hole in the kitchen wall does. Security isn't a concern - nobody's going to burgle this place. There's nobody within miles. You can't even see the light from the nearest home or town from here. And you're tired.

So you get inside - blink in the sudden bare-bulb light - and contemplatively down a couple of horrific minature whiskies as you stupidly read a half-chapter of something or other that you won't even remember in the morning, while sitting on a work bench as there are no chairs. You're alone again in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

And so to bed.

At some point in the uber-night, the ultra-dark, you are roused from your slumber by a massive crashing sound that seems to come from every part of the house. You don;t even remember where you are at first. Then there's another. And another. It's the front door. Something is attacking it with great and bestial fury. Hitting it too hard to be human, really, unless it's a human wholly unconcerned by damage to themselves - and who takes PCP this far North? - or somebody with a weapon.

Then you hear this sound:



After having regained the sense to put the lights on, and gathered the courage to look down the stairs at the door itself (this took minutes, I reckon), you hear more of that weird fucking human yelling while an increasingly fragmented door begins to reveal quick glimpses of matted fur and gnashing yellow teeth through it's ever-growing gaps.

In such a situation, ladies and gentlemen, one shites oneself. Perhaps not literally, but not far off it.

Fucking goats. A plague on them, and their heads.

[Stephen Morgan]

Poor goats. Legs broken by soldiers. Fed one once. Dead now.

[Nordic]

I have the strangest memory of being stared at, by a goat that was back in the trees, near where I lived in Germany. I always wondered why a goat was wandering around in the forest there. It didn't make any sense. It was a black goat, and I saw it several times. It would just be staring out at me from the leaves.

I know it sounds bizarre.

I have to wonder about my memories sometimes .......

[AhabsOtherLeg]

A slightly more on-topic anecdote (though equally unverifiable). A pal of mine over in Gibraltar once swore blind to me that he had wandered into the basement of a certain pub there (there aren't too many - it's a small place) while he was on a quest for the toilet. On drawing back the curtain of a side room in the underground part of the pub, he says, he briefly saw a man in a huge goat-head mask and robes like in the picture above presiding over some sort of meeting, before he was roughly manhandled away and ejected from the premises altogether. I wasn't in the same pub. This was in the late nineties.

He was never allowed back in to this particular pub either, though he got barred from a lot of pubs for a lot of other reasons. He liked a drink, and drugs, and certainly got in trouble sometimes, and he was certainly dishonest when it suited him - but I think if he was lying to me about that particular incident, it was the only real lie he ever told me, and more importantly, the only one he ever stuck to for longer than a week. Apart from all the other lies he probably told me, come to think of it.

Still, Gib is a strange place. A typical small strategic port town, in a way, but condensed. The compactness of it, and it's combined British and Jewish and Spanish and Morroccan history, means that the various "secret societies" of all these various cultures all have their unofficial meeting places, surreptitious lodges, public places of worship, and favourite pubs/restaurants crammed into an area of about 2.6 square miles, at least 1.3 of which is taken up by the rock itself, and more by the international airport and sprawling UK Army base. The town itself has about eighteen streets, and these super-secret fraternal mobs keep tripping over each other on them. You can't miss 'em, though i never saw the goat-masked guy myself.

Furthermore you have a year-round SBS deployment there. From what I can tell, they are there to make sure the drugs and their smugglers arrive unscathed and on schedule regularly from Morrocco, with the odd shipment beiong "caught" for publicity purposes. Sometimes they fight with the Spanish authorities to make sure they get the hash, potentially precipitating another war between Spain and Britain. We got in a fight with two of them once in our local - not knowing at the time that these tiny wiry hyper-aggressive and boringly cocksure men were SBS. Got decisively trounced by them too. It was like getting beaten up (effortlessly) by the Smurfs.

[semper occultus]

yes...but what was wrong with the documentary ?!....( it was Channel 4 btw )

I think all of Ronson's oevre was for Channel 4, afaik his first being the "For the Love of.." progs..including this that included the supposed state operative Tim Hepple / Matthews who infiltrated the far-right before moving on to ufology :


the BBC ofcourse have Louis Theroux who has first dibs on the Westboro' Baptists...they mustn't ever meet in the same space lest some matter: anti-matter style apocalyptic event be precipitated.