MooPig Site Review :: Alex Jones' Infowars: There's a war on for your mind!

This Generation
Co-opted by Pat Darnell  |  Mar 13, 2013  |  Bryan TX

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MooPig Site Reviews are little more than glimpses at what is happening on other pages throughout the online kingdom. Believe you me, there is a lot going on!

We focused on this new Cheney stuff, because this is where we catch up with the man, Alex Jones. As Americans all, our troubles only started the day Rumsfeld, Cheney, and Dubya came to Washington. The clandestine operations of Cheney alone have far reaching, and deadly, consequences.

If laws are being written in our Congress today, based on what Cheney manufactured in his many lies, we all inherit his deleterious excrement.

Alex Jones comes on very strong in his radio presentation, and in his overall take on government in the USA. For reals, we at MooPig Enterprises want to believe what he says. But some others in their reviews of Alex Jones InfoWars have alluded to his mission might be CIA sponsored, to which we say, wasn't 9/11 also CIA sponsored? For an opinion on Alex Jones as a conspirator, See: The Mollygate Alex Jones Stratfor Scandal, [LINK].

That is the drama we experience daily in our blogging adventure. Some one tells us about Alex Jones, he goes on TV and slams Piers Morgan [LINK], and, we catch up with Alex Jones's updating his list on Cheney's oblique, sideways walk through his pitiful life.

» Cheney Admits that He Lied about 9/11 Alex Jones' Infowars: There's a war on for your mind!: "In a documentary soon to appear on Showtime, “The World According to Dick Cheney,” [Cheney said]  “I got on the telephone with the president, who was in Florida, and told him not to be at one location where we could both be taken out.”

Mr. Cheney kept W. flying aimlessly in the air on 9/11 while he and Lynn left on a helicopter for a secure undisclosed location, leaving Washington in a bleak, scared silence, with no one reassuring the nation in those first terrifying hours."

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From the InfoWars Site:  "Cheney lied about numerous other facts related to 9/11 as well. For example, Cheney:

-Falsely linked Iraq with 9/11 (indeed, the entire torture program was aimed at establishing such a false linkage; and Cheney is the guy who pushed for torture, pressured the Justice Department lawyers to write memos saying torture was legal, and made the pitch to Congress justifying torture. the former director of the CIA said Cheney of overseeing American torture policies)
-Falsely claimed that spying on Americans, torture, the Patriot Act, the Afghanistan war, the Iraq war and the “war on terror” were all necessitated by 9/11 … when none of it was true
-Falsely stated that an attack such as 9/11 was unforeseeable, when Al Qaeda flying planes into the World Trade Center and Pentagon was something which American military and intelligence services – and our allies – knew could happen
-Falsely pretended that he was out of the loop during the 9/11 attacks
-Falsely blamed others for 9/11, when Cheney was in charge of all of America’s counter-terrorism exercises, activities and responses on 9/11. See this Department of State announcement and this CNN article …
-… And when Cheney was apparently responsible for letting the Pentagon get hit by an airplane(confirmed here and here)
-And was instrumental in squashing a real investigation into 9/11"

This article was posted: Friday, March 8, 2013 at 5:49 am, Tags: 9/11, government corruption, police state, terrorism

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http://www.infowars.com/cheney-admits-that-he-lied-about-911/
http://www.infowars.com/about-alex-jones/
http://www.atlanteanconspiracy.com/2012/12/the-mollygate-alex-jones-stratfor.html
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2013/01/08/168876100/must-see-or-must-avoid-tv-alex-jones-rails-on-piers-morgan

It's True -- Cheney Admits that He Lied

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Collaborated by Pat Darnell and the Herd  |  Mar 13, 2013  |  Bryan TX

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» Cheney Admits that He Lied about 9/11 Alex Jones' Infowars: There's a war on for your mind!: "“I gave the instructions that we’d authorize our pilots to take it out,” he says, referring to the jet headed to Washington that crashed in a Pennsylvania field. He adds: “After I’d given the order, it was pretty quiet. Everybody had heard it, and it was obviously a significant moment.”

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When they testified together before the 9/11 Commission, W. and Mr. Cheney kept up a pretense that in a previous call, the president had authorized the vice president to give a shoot-down order if needed. But the commission found “no documentary evidence for this call.”"

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Cover your eyes, hold your nose, cover your mouth, ... Dick Cheney's shit stinks to high heaven.





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http://www.infowars.com/cheney-admits-that-he-lied-about-911/
http://www.johnnypunish.com/blog/2011/08/dick-cheney-lies-again-in-my-time/

The Reason why Every One Finds Geo W Bush Irritating

I has a Bucket
by Pat Darnell

George W is not a gifted liar. He has no talent for looking like he is telling the truth while giving out misinformation, double talk, red herrings and other untruths. And like many conditional body language hitches, his onlookers notice and think he "is" lying.

TV people have become very good at looking credible, and expect the Politicians to follow their rules of presentation. In early days of TV, people were less aware of lenses picking up their every flaw and tic.

George W is given what to say in his written speeches that are half-true, and he reads it. If he starts talking though, he is telling a different story. It is perceived as a lie most of the time.

This flaw is not "good" for business. One must have an extraordinary ability to lie under duress, and not miss a beat in one's explanation. I suggest talking with experts on the subject, if you have further interest, or, if you strongly disagree.

That is why no one likes him very much. He is obviously reluctant to boldly go where his father and others have gone. He is tongue tied, maybe temporarily, but the deed is done. Anyway, it's all moot, and in the freezer.

That's about all I have today. Thanks.
Pat. Pend.

MTC 13: What I've never told anyone

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We all have things we’ve never revealed about ourselves on our blog, things our readers wouldn’t know about us but might be interested to know as it gives them a better insight into who we are. Here’s your chance! Tell us about something that you’ve never written about on your blog before. After reading don't forget to vote...
Every Secret needs an authenticated vestige of Truth
by Patrick Darnell
Hello my name is Tittio Pinelli. I’m a liar. I had a childhood friend, Jimmy Totter, who was also a liar. He once told his mother that his dad had bought a mink coat for her Christmas present. You see he was true to his name: he forced something open using a jimmy of a lie.
“She tore up the whole house for two weeks before Christmas,” said Jimmy.
We were standing in the Methodist Church back lot at twilight when he told me this. It was Tuesday, Scouts night, and we were looking for suitable grapevines on the back fence for stogies. It was our Scout Troop ritual to smoke these particular grapevines as a tradition to pass down to tenderfoots.
“Your mom?” I was astonished. “You told your mom that? What did she do?”
“Here,” said Jimmy to a sixth grader, “see you have to find a dried vine that is mostly hollow. Like this one.”
“My mom, yeah, she looked in every closet and up in the attic, and then Dad’s work shop in the garage,” said Jimmy after showing the trick of the vine, sucking in smoke and puffing out a smoke ring.
“Did you get in trouble?”
“Oh, yeah, especially my Dad...” Jimmy pointed his nose more downward, and his eyes twittered ever so minuscule.
This is the point when embroidery begins for Jimmy; for me it would have been the moment I begin to reel him in. From my perspective most lying starts with a stonewalling, and a pause, then a long list of things that “his Dad did to him.” His vacillated tempo between attitudes gave up his dotter and wobble, and a little shoulder shake was his final totter before the humdinger.
“That’s the time I got coal in a stocking, for Christmas,” said Jimmy. Not so good a liar, Jimmy.
Sure, his dad was a hot head, and probably worked out a little frustration on Jimmy’s behind... among other things, but Jimmy really was telling me this before he knew I was his superior liar. You see Jimmy could lie about trivialities.
There has never been anything trivial about my fabrications. I am the greatest natural born liar; I am Tittio, the Fellini of liars.
Jimmy lied more to gain attention for himself. He had not begun to enter my sphere of lie. It turns out, I lie to protect others. I lie to dissuade other's actions, or to defuse tense moments and gain time. I don’t tell the same lie over and over again. My lie is a continuous head trip, improvisational modal development. I will use just enough truth needed to steer the situation to mutual complacency. That is the root of being a trustworthy liar.
As it turns out, Jimmy became a ship’s pilot on freighters, and made a bundle as his natural ability turns out to be very good for that business. As Ship's Captain he had a slew of underlings to lie to at great length. His talents gave him berth on a career that he could retire early and wealthy from. He successfully shuffled cards. He hid real intentions behind his stonewalling, and there is no doubt he found treasure on many of his excursions; in unclaimed freight. He could be friend to everyone, and friend to no one.
If I am trundling along on a train, I engage fellow passengers with a parable to keep our trip poignant at maximum speed. I hope secretly distraction makes them miss their stop. If I am on the platform, I offer a lie to make small talk and muck up a stranger’s mental processes. It is mental conditioning set on superficiality, and acknowledgment of regimens.
My gift is something I suffer with emotional ineptitude. My lies are a sinking car being swept along a river bottom with me in it; a tomb. Yet despite the unswerving certainty of death, half-truths have served well to mitigate risks, in my unsavory swaggers, but have not served to soothe despair.
An existence masterfully created out of lying could one day actually become true; stuff of lies could be perceived as bona fide houses. Lying to survive in one's own fabrications requires so much synthetic superficiality, the structure might be insupportable. Others could find it too crazy to keep up maintenance on a house of cards.
A true liar, as I, has not only height and width in his lies, but also breadth. Factoring in breadth makes lying three-dimensional. There is a devil and an angel sitting on my shoulders; it is Faust, and demons, angels, and curmudgeons, and twins.
All the faking, and constant inventing, inventing and weaving concoctions, comes alive in the moment of motive. A childish flare imitates desire. A sordid type of bonding takes place. My victim is captured for the moment. Then when it seems a good time to splits-Ville, I might hold another delicious carrot up to my acquaintance‘s nose.
In final survey, what really gets my goat though is my altruistic lying has interrupted my settling down. I always appear available. I’m not available, and I want like mad to settle down.
Only by practicing this state-of-the art in lying avidly, like a ritual, could anyone ever perfect it. Or of course you could have been born with it like fabulous me.
Fellini once said; “Rinaldo, I managed to spit on her ass!” and I believe him. He's an excellent liar. I heard it through the grapevine.