10/10/2007

Rockers Elvis And Morrison Are Alive


Elvis Presley And Jim Morrison Are Alive
Elvis Presley And Jim Morrison Are Alive
Grassy Knoll Institute Breaking News

The original king of rock and roll, Elvis Presley and the original bad boy of rock, Jim Morrison have been spotted and identified living on a farm in a remote area in Nebraska.

Elvis Is The One Wearing The Hat.
An elaborate plan and hoax helped Elvis stage his own death so he could live out the rest of his life doing what he always wanted. Being a farmer in Nebraska and eating all the chili fries he wanted.

I Need An L.A. Woman!
After years of living the rock star life, Jim Morrison has been reduced to a brittle old man needing canes to get around with.


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Crop Circles Exposed


Crop Circles Real Or Hoax
Crop Circles Real Or Hoax
Many people believe that we have been visited by Extraterrestrials since the dawn of man. Some even say aliens are our ancestors. (That is another Grassy Knoll Institute theory that we won't get into at this time)

Anyway, several years ago, roughly 15-20 years, crop circles like the one above began to be spotted from the sky on a regular basis. Pilots saw them and gave testimony stating that they flew the same exact flight path the day before and the circles were not there. Twenty four hours later, to the pilots amazement, huge crop circles, some of them covering over a half mile in radius mysteriously appeared.

The farm owners where the circles appeared were questioned and investigators went to the fields where the circles were. The farmers knew nothing and were shocked something like this could happen without them knowing about it on their own land. At the site, rows of corn were smashed down with the stalks all going the same way.

Intense studies were conducted including radiation detection, soil contamination analysis, electrostatic magnetic field tests, crop samples taken, chemical analysis on the soil, water samples, measurements of the radius of the circles with true right angles, and photos taken to ensure that no human or animal prints were evident leading towards or away from the fields.

After months of analyzing the data collected, scientists still did not have an explanation as to how the crop circles appeared or for what purpose they served. Speculation and wild rumors were rampant as more and more circles were discovered and the news media descended and took off running with the story.

Some speculated that the circles were landing imprints from huge alien ships where specimens of plant, animal and even human were collected and taken aboard for study. Some said it was the sign of the beast and that the end of the world was near and to repent your sins and prepare for the coming of the anti-Christ. Others thought they were secret military planes or ships practicing covert landings preparing for first strike capability attacks.

People were in a panic. Were the aliens really among us? Maybe they looked and talked just like us? How could we tell if our neighbors were alien or human?

Well, the Grassy Knoll Institute has uncovered the real secret to the crop circles. They are not alien landing gear, nor military planes, nor a religious symbol, but simple man made circles created in an elaborate hoax. All one needed was a long rope that was tied to a four foot by four foot board and a pole. It was a two man operation.

Both men would set out to a private field at dusk careful to walk in the corn rows and not on the corn itself and then would pick a desolate spot. Then, one man would stand in the field holding the pole and the rope while the other stretched out the rope as far as it would go and then would begin to step onto the board smashing down the corn in a circular pattern. All he had to do was keep the rope taut and walk and the path would be a perfect circle. When he completed one revolution, the man holding the rope would wind up four feet and then the process would be duplicated until both men met at the center.

From there, they would use the board and walk out four feet at a time and then start another circle connecting it to the first one. An elaborate set like the pictures at the right would take up to 8 hours to complete but if started at dusk, by morning, it would look like another circle had just appeared to low flying planes.

Sorry if this wasn't the answer you were looking for, but it's the Grassy Knoll Institute truth.


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Nostradamus And The Modern World

Nostradamus was a 16th century prophet and astrologer who supposedly foresaw the future of the world. His technique used was a form of meditation where at night, he would sit alone peering into his brass tripod that was centered with a flame.

From there, he would look into the future. He wrote his quatrains of the centuries but realizing what powerful knowledge these quatrains were, he mixed the centuries and quatrains up with only him knowing what was to become. He had hoped that man and woman would take heed and heart of the quatrains and change the world for the better.

To begin, to get a feel for Nostradamus' writing skill and technique, the following are his first two quatrains that begins his Prophecies of the Centuries.
CENTURY 1....QUATRAIN 1

Sitting alone at night in secret study,
It rests solitary on the brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness,
Making successful that which would have been in vain.
CENTURY 1....QUATRAIN 2

The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the legs of the tripod.
He sprinkles with water both the hem of the garment and it's foot.
Fear, a voice runs trembling through the sleeves .
Divine splendor, the god sits nearby.


In these quatrains, Nostradamus explains how he is able to see into the future. All elements of ancient magic is present. It's night, he is alone, the flame of the tripod and his wand are his clairvoyant devices. Remember, this was in the 1500' s when Nostradamus recorded his prophecies and magic not science was believed in most. He would stare into the flame until it became cloudy and the images of the future would then appear.

He was also able to not only see the future, but hear the future, as when he said a voice runs trembling. He is also afraid of his new found ability but becomes settled and at ease when the god sits next to him. (see the last two lines)

The first Quatrain I will decipher will be one associated with the United States and the World Trade Center. Mind you, these are merely interpretations of mine.

Stay Tuned.


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Big Foot - Real Or Myth

Big Foot Captured - Real Or Myth
Big Foot Captured - Real Or Myth 
Although this is a slightly fuzzy and out of focus photo of an ape like creature in the forest of a small town in Oregon, you can pick out the human like similarities.

The Grassy Knoll Institute is not convinced that Big Foot exists, even with this startling photographic evidence.

The Grassy Knoll Institute asks, why hasn't there ever been a dead carcass found in the woods or mountains? Surely these creatures die. And when they do, where do the bodies of these beasts go? Not a single one ever found? Hell, we find dinosaurs from millions of years ago, but we can't find a big foot that is supposedly living in the wilderness today.

Even with this shocking photographic evidence, the Grassy Knoll Institute needs more proof than cement imprints and an out of focus movie, The Legend of Boggy Creek.


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David Bowie, Aladdin Sane, 1973


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David Bowie - Aladdin Sane
And you thought Marilyn Manson was an original. David Bowie at the height of glitter rock in the late 60's and early 70's.

David Bowie brought plenty of sax, sex, and sass to rock and roll. His flamboyant look from his jet red hair to his gender bending make-up style brought attention to him but his music kept people coming back for more.
Favorite tracks on this album are:
The Jean Genie, who lives on his back,
Lets spend the night together, (Written by the Stones)
Aladdin Sane, great music on this one and you get to know the real Bowie in the lyrics.
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David Bowie Album Art
The centerfold is quite remarkable. No words, lyrics, no ads. Just a picture of a very thin Bowie in full body make-up. Sort of looks like the Marilyn Manson costume that he sometimes wears.
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David Bowie Aladdin Sane Back Cover
The back cover is a silhouette of bowie outlined in red and blue clearly showing off his famous hair. One look and you would guess Bowie.

Addendum: Rest In Peace Ziggy (January 10, 2016)



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Christmas Memories Of The 1960'S

Way back in the early 1960's, I guess I was around 5 years old at the time, I remember my older brother Jack having an argument with my mother about being bad. Being that it was Christmas time, my mother played the Santa Claus card. She saw that I was watching and listening to the argument and decided to kill two birds with one stone.Mom stopped Jack in mid sentence and said that Santa Claus was listening and he wouldn't like this conversation. After all mom said, he knows when you are bad or good so be good for goodness sakes.

My older brother Jack took a step back, paused a moment, formulated his reply, and then let er rip. He told mom that he was bad last year and Santa still bought presents for him.

That was it. Mom pulled the final trump card with the all to frightening, "Wait till your father gets home" ending the argument with Jack running for cover and with me trying to quietly slink away as to not be wrongly associated with what just happened.

That evening, Jack took all the heat as dad lowered the boom on him. I went unscathed from the episode lucking out.

Several weeks later, Christmas was here and my brother Jack was correct. He had plenty of presents under the tree. Exactly the same amount as me. Hmmnnn. Jack was on to something here. I wanted in on it. Of course Jack wanted something in return. A favor perhaps, money, chores. But that is another story......


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I Am Thunder Hear Me Roar

Thunder Cat 
Thunder was the runt of the litter and was abandoned by the mother just several days into it’s young life. We decided to have pity on the kitten and took it home. It did not have any hair yet, was only several inches long, and by the looks of it, wouldn’t last the night. But it did, and we took it to the vet that day. More bad news. The vet said that the kitten would probably not survive being abandoned so early and that we should leave the kitten with him and he would put it out of it’s misery. We didn’t like that option, so we asked him what we could do to help this kitten survive.
At this, the vet seemed to open up a little and gave us half a dozen non-needle syringes and some mothers pet milk plus a slimy food supplement that came in a toothpaste type container.
The vet told us to feed the kitten 6 times per day using the syringe and force the milk slowly into the kittens mouth. He told us to keep the kitten warm and for us to call him in a week if the kitten survived that long.
We took the cat home and introduced her to our other cat, Storm, a big male cat who up to this time, had the run of the house. One look at the little rat we were carrying and Storm wanted a piece of it right away. We would have to keep them separated. We named the kitten Thunder. Now we had two cats, Thunder and Storm. Get it?…
Well, we got an old blanket and a box and fixed Thunder a little bed. We took turns getting up in the middle of the night to feed Thunder and change the blanket when necessary. At first, the kitten would barely take any milk, fighting us all the way. Several days later however, the kitten started to come around and took to the pet milk. It even began to grow fur and actually meowed for the first time.
A week later, the vet was astounded when he saw the kitten and told us to continue what we were doing but to start adding the food supplement he gave us.
A month later, Thunder had all her hair, was eating from the food dish, along with still receiving the pet milk and the food supplement and after several tense days of introductions to our male cat Storm, they now both rule the house.
Thunder is now full grown, 5 years old, and weighs a whopping 5 pounds, one ounce. After all, it was the runt of the litter but more than likely got the last meow in life with it’s siblings.
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God Is All Powerful

I had won my first battle with the Catholic Nuns when out of fear and further reprisals the nun I had yanked down to the ground succumbed and showed me what was under her habit. I was on a roll.

Now, I had bigger fish to fry. It began in religion class. Being a curious fellow, I had many questions when the nuns explained to me and the class that God was all knowing, and all powerful, and can see and hear everything that you do. So you better not lie, better be good, and better listen to the good Nuns.

To me, this sounded a lot like the Santa Claus story. You know the one, "He see's you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake". Well, as my older brother once put it, I was bad all last year and Santa still brought me lots of presents. Seizing the opportunity to attack, I began to ask the nuns questions. I started off easy so as to not draw attention or the ire of the nuns to my ultimate goal.

First question was.... If God already knows if you are going to be bad or good, then what's the point in being good? If God knows, it doesn't matter if I'm good or bad. Right? Well, the nuns look puzzled and huddled up. The stately one, Sister Charlotte, took the point and explained to the class that God gave us all the freedom to make those choices for ourselves and that it's entirely up to us to make those decisions. OK, good answer I thought but lets see if she can field this question.

Second set of questions...So, if God doesn't know what decision I'm going to make then he isn't all knowing is He? The nuns went crazy. They were mad. Much like a stirred up hornets nest. Their were nuns buzzing all over the hive. (Classroom) In the blink of my eyes, I was whisked up by my shirt collar and taken (Dragged) to the principles office yet again. I was told to sit in the waiting room chair and wait until the Pastor came in. Several minutes later he arrived and he and the nuns had a little huddle. All I heard was whispering and some words like God, smart Alec, habit, trouble maker, Irish kid, and the sorts.

They broke huddle and the Pastor had a one on one talk with me. He asked me why I would ask such questions. being the good honest Catholic kid that I was, I told him the truth. Well, part of it anyway. I told him about the Santa Claus tie in and how it sounded hust like God's powers. He almost chuckled and smiled at me. He then gave me some mumbo jumbo and sent me back to the nuns never really answering my original question. HA! I had again escaped Capital punishment. I was on a roll. Not even a call to my parents on this one.

Life was good. I was escorted back to the classroom and sat down with a feeling of smugness that I was beginning to enjoy. But only for a short while. The nuns explained to me that during my absence we had a test and since I was not present, that I had failed that test and that a note to my parents would be mailed home. At that moment, I made eye contact with the nuns letting them know that a line had been drawn in the sand and it was now war, and that I was playing to win, and that I would.

I waited a week or two to let things calm down to draw suspicion away from me, and then I asked my next question.

If Adam and Eve......Well, that is another story.....



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