Friday The 13th: Georgia Conspiracy Theories

Click Link To Hear Full Interview FRIDAY THE 13TH INTERVIEW ON GPB Radio

Conspiracy theories have a bad name in general. Or anymore. And some who do connect dots badly, deserve to be criticized but I think its too dismissive to abuse the term “conspiracy theorist” in doing that. It lumps the other true thinkers, those who can connect the dots and “follow the money” as is often the case, a bad name. But that’s what the social engineers want. They want everyone scoffing and being cynical and giving no credence to those who think critically. As laughable as it might seem? There is a literal conspiracy against conspiracy theorists. They want the word to mean the worst possible thing at the end of the day so yet again, they can control the narrative.

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In a fun way I was asked to do this interview for Georgia Public Radio’s “On Second Thought” program as something light for recognizing Friday The 13th. The subjects ranged from the serious, “Atlanta Child Murders (1970s-80s)”, to The Georgia Guidestones and their possible New World Order connections, to the topic of The Altamahaha, a sort of Low Country “Nessie.” The interview was all of about 12 minutes and the host did an exceptional job running it and the people behind her also did a nice job of organizing sound clips and video clips so wish to thank them all. For me personally it was fun because they opened the interview with The X-Files’ Theme and then played a soundbyte from the INFOWARS.com network and in particular, their journalist, Paul Joseph Watson who I very much admire as a thinker and cutting edge gonzo sort of journalist. He’s got guts but his commentary is more for adults and that’s a good thing.

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I think what the interview could not do in the short time, but no fault of its own as it was a nice stab towards things, is that it did not permit giving a complete picture on the more serious areas of the child murders that were clearly related to a massive child slavery network with Satanic & Witchcraft touches all over it. And that Atlanta is still a major center for child trafficking and human sacrifice. Just because George “Skull & Bones” Bush comes to town to create a distraction story, throws a CIA patsy in jail and gets President Jimmy Carter to create more distraction nonsense with blame on the barely relative KKK, doesn’t mean it all went away in real life. It didn’t. It hasn’t. It is estimated right now in 2016 that 1,000,000 children are involved in child slavery in the USA alone. And we’re talking about The Kardashians? Transgendered bathrooms? You do the math. The people running the child slavery run what happens in the media at the end of the day. In so many ways they overshadow it. Its all about keeping YOU distracted. I’m thinking 1.000,000 American children are in trouble? This is a national crisis that takes precedence over any trillion dollar, never ending conflict in foreign countries.

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I think the other serious subject that the interview again scratches surface of but doesn’t get full fledged, is around the Tuskegee Experiments where thousands of black men were intentionally injected with syphilis by our government just to see how they died. The government later admitted this and paid out reparations. It reminds me of what a short term memory Americans have when we get into these vaccination debates. Do homework on them. Really. Their history and present and future is very checkered. The blood work of those Tuskegee experiments were handled at Oatland Island in Savannah, Georgia when it was the “Pre-CDC” building. You know, that government organization that supposedly “LOVES” you and wants you to be healthy? The CDC was and is still under the watchful eye of the Department of Defense. Gee wonder why? Naturally they wanted to weaponize this or that and from what I can tell, ultimately did, and have many times over. I had a friend who worked on Oatland Island and found himself doing dirty work for a then classified operation called “Operation Paperclip.” Read up on it sometime and then you’ll start to see how the left hand does not know what the right hand is doing inside of our country when so much happens in secrecy. Our own government brought in over 20,000 Nazi scientists to this country, many of whom would go on to head major organizations like BAYER, Johnson & Johnson, IBM and a litany of others. Don’t throw the Nazi baby out with the Nazi bath water right? Granted, there are various levels of culpability inside of regimes but I guess they did all of that secretly because they knew the public wouldn’t go for it. And even so, they took our tax dollars that we trust them with to make it all happen. This is what Eisenhower warned of when leaving office. The monster of the Industrial Military Complex. But to finish on the subject, my friend was given a poison acquired by the “less culpable” Nazi scientists. This poison was to be used to poison an entire water system of a town to kill everyone there if need be. A small vial was all that was needed. My friend was instructed to make something more deadly out of it. And he did. Boy did he ever. It ended up being 990 times the strength. Sounds like that might have the capacity to wipe out New York City possibly. No wonder he smoked a lot of pot. He also invented the formula for the flea collar sold to Hartz but DOW chemical made all of the money on that one. Wonder if they made money on the other one? Hmmmm……..

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So to the interview. I’d like to do more of them. We’ll see. For me, this was my first public step out. Oh no, I mean I’ve been on national TV dozens of times and done things on ghosts on NPR even. But that was all truly light and pure entertainment. This was a bit of that today, yes. Yet it was more. This interview meant something else to me. I call it my first shot across the prow of a vessel called The Illuminati on the high seas of The New World Order. I want them to know my name. I want them to know the good guys are in town and that we are here to take back the good things they’ve hijacked, including the minds of the American public. Basically I just hate evil and I hate the kind of evil that’s dressed up by those who do it using terms and processes that are actually good things but have been twisted and manipulated to deceive us. I want humanity to wake up to the reality of being human experiments at so many levels….

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So the interview was playful air time on Friday The 13th. But on a high holy day of darkness, you might say I was ritualistically using the interview to incantate white light inside of the dark.

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So when after the interview I went on to my cemetery tour and that black cat ran across the road in front of me? It wasn’t bad luck. It was darkness trying to flee.

I’m joining the war. Will you?

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I Survived Thanksgiving 1991 (But Barely): Part One

By Shannon Scott

No, this won’t be the usual Thanksgiving story. Not at all. Its not about foodstuff memories or family ones really, but crime. We hear a lot about crime don’t we? One of my favorite books is “Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoesvsky. Its so brilliant and such a peek into “the criminal mind,” I think it should be standard reading for every police department in the world. If anything it shows how good people can do bad things and how human nature can be corrupted and free will has much to do with everything, even if one’s “environment” has an influence.

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The Young Fyodor

Dostoesvsky was also a criminal. Or at least in the eyes of the state. Condemned to die for “anti-government activities” in Russia in 1849. And talk about a close one and a “Thanksgiving,” — literally as he was bound to a post in front of a firing squad and after the words, “Ready” and “Aim” had been said? Before the word “Fire” could be shouted to forever dispatch him, he was suddenly reprieved. Can we say “WOW” enough here?

I mention this to make the reader curious about his life, but really because I too have had some very close brushes with mortality. And not through agents of the state motivated by political ends, but street level thugs with weapons in search of their next fix. Its also true that far worse stories can be told than my own. Mine are probably an average day in Chicago these days so apologies to them in advance. But with crime in the headlines all of the time, if just because it keeps the sheeple in a state of chaos for the media & government’s sake, I thought I would tell you my stories to show you that in spite of it all, I see crime as the exception to life and not the rule. I bear no grudges, do not live in a state of paranoia and fear. I live my life in spite of the headlines and all of the chatter about “crime.” I don’t walk around blind but I have common sense on my side and am not obsessed with the word “safety” like so much of our ridiculous society is. Safety is a tool of the social engineers to control society and good people have fallen into the trappings of this mentality. There are no guarantees in this life on a rock spinning around in space and NONE of the politicos and neo-cons can ever cure crime or make you 100% infallibly “Safe.” But you bet, they’re happy to take all of your freedoms and your income as they sell you on the idea. But I digress.

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Worst of Human Spirit, Rep Peter King

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In 1991, Savannah had the highest murder rate per-capita in the USA. That too is somewhat of a convoluted idea to drive fear or create shock, but in general, a gang called The Jivens Gang had merited some of the atmosphere by making the rule of joining their gang, to kill a white person. You could cut the tension in town with a knife. Now, not all 59 people murdered that year were white for sure, but it was an alarming number of dead people considering the small size of the city and yes, was not an ordinary context of random killings, but many (some say 21 or more), were part of a club’s initiation as it were. Making things further difficult for the authorities was the fact that the gang’s leader? Was a 16 year old named Ricky Jivens, Jr and he had perfect attendance in school. He came from a well known Savannah family with a lot of good people inside of it, but he was without question, it’s blackest sheep. Small time compared to a bigger underworld operation, but relative to Savannah’s size, a true operator with the usual guns, drugs, boats, cars and all of the rest. Although unknown to me at the time, I was co-workers and friends with one of his captains, and through him I got the sense that Jivens was a born leader, his crew very loyal and he paid them well. He liked the fact that he could keep the authorities guessing with his “good guy” position, and surrounded himself with others who shared this appearance. It was great deception and at the same time, made it all more duplicitous and culpable. Its one thing if you’re a cold blooded killer and you wear it. Which Jivens could be depending on the situation. Its another thing if you play a kind of Hip Hop school boy, go to church, buy your momma nice things, and then use all of that to disguise the evils. I would say less the youth thing, Ricky Jivens knew what he was doing. He was cunning and he incited murder between gym class and Sophomore chemistry.

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Ricky Jivens, Jr

As many know, I grew up in rural Illinois. I’m still thankful that I knew a time when you could leave doors unlocked and walk your streets unmolested. I pray that is still true in places. Yet, I realize today that it made me naive. Moving to Savannah was criminal culture shock but I didn’t know it yet. When my parents and I first visited this town to explore The Savannah College of Art & Design (SCAD), I remember we stayed at The DeSoto Hilton downtown. It was Spring, balmy, azaleas everywhere. I’ve always been a voyeur, day dreamer and excitement of new places usually transfers to my legs needing to go places. So one night while they slept, I awoke and not even bothering to put my contact lenses in, I started walking in a direction. In today’s city, I’d be on Savannah’s Westside in the “burgeoning” or “revitalization” areas, i.e, the hood of recent past. But in 1988? It was still very much Da’Hood. I’m sure I got a lot of looksies from the locals but I wasn’t thinking. I was just “feeling” my way around and mixing it up with the night. I’m pretty sure I thought I was invisible and yes, its a wonder I wasn’t hurt or killed. Eventually a very confused policeman drove up to me as to make matters worse, I was walking in the street and he said, “What are you doing here?” I told him I was just out for a walk and why was he asking? He said, “Well there was a robbery nearby and you kind of matched the description…anyway, you shouldn’t be on this side of town.” I took the hint, I was unconscious human bait so headed back to the hotel, parents none-the-wiser. Little did I know that in a year’s time, this was the very same area someone would take a good stab at me.

To present date in Savannah, I’ve had 6 bikes stolen and have been mugged twice by gunpoint. I’ve also foiled a criminal plot or two but more on that later. Thankfully most of my victim hours are past me by 15 years or more and less a bullet from a 9MM coming through my bedroom window a month or so back, life has been pretty peaceful. I can say with some earned legitimacy, yeah, I’ve been “lucky.” Not special, just lucky.

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My Love Nest Violated by 9MM

My first year of SCAD, student of fine arts, I was living the Bohemian dream. I lived in a building called Drayton Towers which today is sold as a hipster condo palace, but then was half SCAD dorm and half Georgia Regional Outlet Patient Program Housing. So yes, the newly arrived suburban insane meets the recently released regulars. We all rode the same elevator and did our laundry together in the laundry room. It was perfect.

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Drayton Towers The Insanity Hotel

I lived in apartment 500 looking off to the East towards Colonial Park Cemetery and the turret dome of the 1860’s Old City Jail. The sunsets were incredible. Eventually I met Theresa at the C&S bank machine in the atrium of the DeSoto Hotel. She lived in Drayton Towers as well and was a Pittsburgh girl who looked more like a Coppertone model than art student. I wasn’t fooled by her supposed love for The Grateful Dead. But I wasn’t complaining. Our courtship started with her doing nude modeling in my dorm room for Life Drawing class and she’d be my off and on gal for the next few years.

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Me (at 19) & Theresa, Drayton Towers before a dinner date

At the time, surrounding downtown in a kind of horseshoe shape on a map, was Section 8 and other HUD housing. Crack cocaine was at a fever pitch, the Jivens Gang was on the move to make social pell-mell. That was the reality of downtown and here Theresa and I were like so many art students, “We’re at art school — Weeeee!” So gullible just minding our own business enjoying hazy youth and college life. A few cares but not many. We still thought we had forever and that time was at our beckon call.

Art students are prone to get the munchies. We were no different. One night it was decided that the Daybreak Cafe at The Day’s Inn was too far to walk and Theresa liked Burger King. God knows why. I didn’t care for fast food at all but she was determined and so we started walking there around 11PM. They closed at 1AM on MLK, Jr. Blvd. Even though a stone’s throw from the Historic District, to get there you had to walk by abandoned buildings, cross Jefferson St or “Happy Hooker Blvd”, and then mosey over a large dimly lit lot before reaching MLK. Some part of me instinctively didn’t like it but Theresa’s bravado exceeded my own at times and in spite of my misgivings, we went there without much thought to the time of night or surroundings. I remember it like it was last night. We had some laughs and maybe an hour later began to amble back home. People think downtown is “quiet” now for the most part. But it was REAL quiet in the late 1980s and early 1990s on a weeknight. As Theresa and I walked around The Thrifty Hardware store through the dimly lit lot and crossed Montgomery St to W. Charlton and made our way into the middle of the intersection at Charlton and Tattnall, I remember it being incredibly dark there. It was like light couldn’t reach this intersection. Or sound. This spot had us. Our light feet suddenly leadened and we were dead in the middle where the dark hole was the darkest and street lights looked far away. Something startled us. That’s when the figure started moving towards us. It was like a shadow darting out of the shadows and we were in its way.

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Before you could scream “HELP!”

Part Two….Soon.