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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 0:31:22 GMT -5
(the below text is taken from the booklet 'Is There Really a Moon' by Vincent Flugheim, available from Truth Serum Publications)
Is there really a moon?
You’re probably scoffing right now. “Of course there is, old man” you huff, pointing up at the sky. “Look, there it is right now”. Yes, I can see your bony arm outstretched, jabbing at the vast nothingness above as if your feeble gestures meant anything at all. But I also see the look in your eyes, the small, flickering sense of doubt as you wonder:
Is there really a moon?
I am not a man who is ashamed easily, so I freely admit it: I was once a naïve moon-thinker myself. It’s true—I believed with all my heart that there was a gigantic glowing rock spinning around us in a constant, crazy clip, sometimes “new”, sometimes “full”. It never even occurred to me to not believe it—it was just there, inside me, a feeling almost instinctual— the moon: of course.
Now, did I believe everything about the moon? Good God, no. Far from it. I had even published a story that expressed doubts about the so-called “moon landing” that occurred in the late 60’s. According to the media, the US government built a space ship (just like those old science fiction books!) that blasted off into space, where it sped straight for the moon and made a perfect landing, allowing an astronaut to prance about the lunar surface, ramming flag poles into the ground before flying back to earth, unharmed. Bah. Even a paint-drunk child could ascertain that these so-called “astronauts” were not anywhere near the moon, and in fact never left the earth, as they were huddled in a studio-bunker beneath the Nevada desert, actors in a plot to help Nixon fatten his approval ratings.
CONTINUED
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 0:33:08 GMT -5
My piece outlined some valid, hard-hitting points that the media refused to discuss, and I received a number of letters expressing support for my expose.
But one letter stood out. “Interesting piece” it read in part “You’re on the right track, but you’re not thinking big enough. If you want the real truth about the moon, meet me for lunch tomorrow at the Green Hill café. Signed, Kent Drake, Retired Military Scientist”
With some trepidation, I showed up at the café the next afternoon. A man with a black top-hat and dark glasses nodded at me as I walked in. “Mr. Drake?” I asked cautiously. He nodded again, and I sat down.
He stared at me coldly for a few seconds, stirring his drink, which appeared to be a gin and tonic. I fidgeted awkwardly, averting my eyes from his glare, and then he spoke. “What does the moon mean to you?” he said, finally taking a sip from his drink.
“I… it…” I paused “I guess it doesn’t really mean anything. It’s… it’s just there. An inanimate object”
He cackled, a low noise that sounded more like a hiss than a laugh. “Oh, it’s ‘just there’, now is it?” he shook his head, and leaned in close “Listen close: there is no moon” He sat back in his chair and repeated himself, this time slowly and deliberately “There is no moon”
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 0:34:38 GMT -5
“What?! No moon?” I was shocked. “What are you talking about?! How could there be no moon?” I was angry now, that this batty old man was wasting my time.
He cocked his head in mock surprise “Oh, of course! And how could there be no unicorn-goblins, as well? They just have to exist, is that it?” He laughed again, and stirred his drink. I was speechless, as my anger melted into confusion. No moon? It seemed too terrible to ponder.
“Well then what is it?” I blurted finally. “I mean, good god, I can see something up there in the sky! I’m not… I’m not hallucinating it!” Suddenly panic tore through me like a rollercoaster careening off the track. “Am I hallucinating it??”
“No, no” he said, stirring his drink and staring at the table. “There’s something up there alright. It’s just not what they say it is” He cleared his throat. “When I was a military scientist, I had access to thousands of top secret documents… stuff that would blow your mind. But there were also thousands of top secret documents I didn’t have access to. Stuff that would blow my mind” he took a sip of his drink “Anyway, one day I brought a crowbar to work and bashed open a secret file cabinet. Inside were hundreds of documents detailing the truth about the ‘moon” – he made little quotation gestures as he said this – “and everything to do with it. Devastating stuff. Here’s just three of the many documents” he slid a manila envelope towards me “Don’t spill anything on them”
I looked at the envelope, and then back up at him. He nodded. “Go ahead. Take a look”
I slowly slid out the three pages – yellowed and worn, blacked out in places —- and began reading. They are reproduced in the following pages.
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Post by Sowelu on Jul 8, 2004 0:43:12 GMT -5
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 0:44:17 GMT -5
I finished the third page and looked up at him, saying nothing.
He nodded. “Hard to fathom, isn’t it? Just an optical illusion, beamed from a satellite burrowed deep below the Nevada desert. Just an image, like a projector screen” He smiled. “Smoke and mirrors, my boy. Smoke and mirrors”
I just stared at him.
“As you read, it’s been there since the fall of 1917” he continued “when the American government completed work on the satellite and first beamed the image up. And it’s been there ever since, slowly crapting on our innocence” He shook his head sadly. “And it will continue to do so, until people realize the truth, and band together to destroy the satellite” he said, eyeing me gravely “Perhaps you will lead them, my boy”
“Wait a goddamn minute!” I said angrily “1917?! What on earth are you people talking about?! People saw the moon before that! Ancient civilizations saw the moon in the sky! This—” I gestured at the envelope “Is bullcrap!”
“People before 1917 were crazy” he said with a shrug. “They were probably seeing things, all hopped up on opiates, or sick with diseases that sprung forth from the filth in which they lived. Degenerates who couldn’t be trusted, all of them were”
“But-“
“Were you alive before 1917?” he asked calmly
“Well… no, but”
“Then there you have it” he said coldly, staring me down as he stirred his drink. “There you have it, indeed”
“But what about astronomers!” I protested “Surely they would realize at some point it’s just an elaborate image, with their fancy telescopes and so forth. I mean, wouldn’t one of them at some point come forward and say something? For the honor of their profession, if nothing else”
“Astronomers?! Ha!” he spat “Astronomers are crooks and crazies, ghoulish wretches pulling the wool over the eyes of the public, and then choking the public with the same piece of wool. My boy, there is a special circle of hell reserved for astronomers, I will tell you that much. They make me sick, the lab-coated slime who peer into their little toys and croak their gibberish: ‘Look, a Quasar’, or ‘Ahh, a Supernova!’. Utter nonsense. They should be publicly beaten and pissed upon”
“Well… but… but anyone can use a telescope, not just astronomers” I protested, choosing my words carefully so he would not tear me apart so easily. “If I were to look at the moon with the right tools, I would be able to tell it was a man-made hologram, as opposed to all the other asteroids and stars-“
“Stars!” he threw his hands up in the air “Don’t get me started about stars!”
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 0:56:13 GMT -5
“Well then why?!” I said firmly, lowering my voice to a fierce whisper. “Why would the American Government do such a thing? What is the point? These letters” I pointed at the envelope “Make it sound like it’s purely or the amusement of a select few government officials. Now, decades later, that’s still the case? That’s it?”
He nodded. “Well, partly. They still get a kick out of it. That’s the main reason. But there’s two other reasons. First, it’s good money. Think about it. If there were no moon, there would be no moon-themed posters. There would be no songs about “men in the moon” or whatever it is. There would be no moon-themed anything. Books… movies…. hell, even keychains. It goes on and on. There’s a lot of money at stake. And secondly, if they suddenly said “Well, that was fun” and turned off the satellite, people would go mad from confusion and transform into ravaging hordes of lunatics, beating each other senseless, howling at…. well, they wouldn’t be howling at the moon, now would they!” he gave me a crooked smile and stirred his drink “No, they wouldn’t be howling at the moon at all” he murmured. “The solution is to educate the public about the deception, and then storm into the Nevada desert 100,000 strong and disarm the satellite. Simple as that. Are you in?”
“I…”
“You still have doubts, is that it?” he snapped
“Well… I… I guess I find it hard to believe that every single human being before the year 1917 was crazy. That they all hallucinated the same exact thing… I mean, it just doesn’t make any sense”
“Yes it does. It makes perfect sense. I repeat: those people were crazy”
“All of them?”
“Yes. All of them. Well, all the ones who believed in the moon, at least”
“Huh…” I stroked my chin thoughtfully
“So, again: are you in?”
“I’m in” I said firmly.
And that’s that. I am now doing my job to educate the public about the deception. To sum up:
1. There is no moon. It is a satellite image that has been beamed up from the Nevada desert since 1917 to deceive the public for the amusement of a few government officials. There are also secondary motives, such as money
2. People before 1917 were crazy, and when they claimed to see the moon, it was probably just the opium talking
So spread the word. Tell your family and friends the truth about the moon. And someday, we shall tear down that satellite of deception, and erase that glowing ball of lies from the sky.
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 1:07:58 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]Thanks Sowy,
And they are even readable.
;D[/glow]
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Post by Sowelu on Jul 8, 2004 1:09:56 GMT -5
Incidentally... this entire thread is a hoot. ;D 
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 1:11:57 GMT -5
Hehehehe
;D ;D ;D
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 1:16:03 GMT -5
[glow=Green,5,500]And now I shall retire for the night as it is almost 1AM. Thank you, Sowy, for helping with the letters. Nite all. ;D  [/glow] |
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Post by Sowelu on Jul 8, 2004 1:21:20 GMT -5
 Welcome! 'Night 'night! (((Hugs)))
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Post by Nicole on Jul 8, 2004 12:18:26 GMT -5
Is this a joke? I can't tell!
LOL!
Nicole
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Post by Lunaria on Jul 8, 2004 12:31:33 GMT -5
I'm not sure either, Nicole.
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Post by whitequeen on Jul 8, 2004 20:24:17 GMT -5
Orsen Wells "War of the Worlds" -- It was so good when it was deivered over radio that the people of earth actually belived they were under attack by ALIENS.
And the Emperor had new clothes.
WQ smirking
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Welcome! 'Night 'night! (((Hugs)))