Hello friends and kitties, its your old favorite Doctor Midnite giving you a little wisdom through the miracle of the internet, brought to you by a man who will not sit down but will stand up in his own Blue Velvet Garage Suite and shout to the skies what the truth is from the beautiful and open wastes of Pahrump (and pass along such fine shoutings through the World Wide Web without the filter of the dead hand of the Illuminati and their superiors from the stars). I got something oh so very fine and interesting to pass along for all you ones trying to see the little man behind the curtain and figure out what this old scary world is really all about. You’re welcome in advance.
I was munching on room temperature T or C Pizza, a little bruised and a little battered from Joanne the Minimum Wage Harlot’s Methhead boyfriend having slapped me around in the parking lot just as I had gotten my second large heavy Sausage pizza of the week (lucky for him I just hit him with a blast of my homemade pepperspray gun instead of using some of my Khalid Mustafa moves- the Saudi Arabian art of extreme martial arts taught to me by the His Holiness the Burj Khalifa back in 2003 when I won 10,000 dollars at Orleans Station and moved to Dubai for three months. The Methhead just inhaled a bunch of hi-grade pepper particles and went down gasping and crying for a few minutes instead of going down with a torn out throat and no eyes). I was sitting in the Suite waiting for my mother to bring up the mail when lo and behold my favorite Space:1999 episode, the “Testament of Arkadia” came onto the tube, despite the static and interference of the HAARP experiment happening overhead that I recorded later with the Miller’s kid’s Iphone I found in his house. Who doesn’t remember this show? Fantastic sets, fantastic storylines- ones that made you think, not like this nonsensical bullshit our benefactors in the NWO machine put out to dull our senses, like Real Whore Housewives of Upper Detroit or whatever. Now this, this my friends, is something that should be remembered, this talked about life and what our present holds (my life is full of omens, muttering shadows and the little clues to the ultimate reality- Pahrump is on top of a circle of magnetic energy from deep ore deposits that expands the mind instead of clouding it like overpopulated spaces such as New York or Tokyo, for instance). This was the last true episode of Space: 1999, this was the last one to showcase the world that might have been had Kennedy not been murdered and the real space exploration program not put on permanent holiday by the machinations of that Texas Madman, Lyndon Butcher Johnson in order to appease the Reptilians. You ever think about that? Maybe you do, friends and kitties, but if you don’t, think about the fact that when were on the moon in 1969 originally we were ready with a plan that in thirty years we would have a moon base, and now we are just fiddling with our thumbs, space wise. God I hate that bastard Johnson, he’s the worse. If we hadn’t been slapped down by the Butcher’s Gang and he didn’t have Kennedy killed by a gamma ray powered Terminator in 1963 we’d have our own little Moonbase Alpha up there by 1999 instead of just having nifty cellphones. Well, history is written in favor of unscrupulous winners. Salud, you prick Johnson. May the warmth of hell comfort you for the eternities.
Anyway, I’m watching this “Testament of Arkadia” at my Blue Velvet in the dark, all alone, wondering at what a world that has been wrought. The writers at Space: 1999, whom I presume were later lobotomized and sent to live in the Mojave like so many others, were really trying to tell us what was going on in the world before the silencing hand moved against them.
I sip my gin and tonic in the safety of my own home, watching that episode and keeping an ear out in case Mama Midnite was calling me over to help with the laundry, and thinking that they were showing the ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I was amazed that such a thing could still be shown on controlled airwaves, even in re-run form- perhaps, perhaps it was a double feint, a sort of trick within a trick, a sort of put everything out there so if people ask if that was true they will look silly for thinking that the truth of mankind’s origins were just splayed out there by a British television series. Amazing that was it still on, I was riveted by it. Of course we are older than what was once thought, twe did have origins beyond the Earth, twe did have space travel thousands of years ago- that “Testament of Arkadia” episode of the first and only true season of Space:1999 is entirely correct. All this ABSOLUTE TRUTH has been washed away in the Great Flood caused by our watchers from the stars above, the Reptilians and their Black Knight satellite that communicates to our overseers and watches us from the blackness of deep space. Yet, every once in a while, enterprising and dear souls will get past the static and send out a true and righteous message Patriotic Heroes can understand.
Even if it is in bold, up front code.
But of course, they can get away with this sort of nonsense and dress up the truth as just simple entertainment for the proles even when the dissidents unleash a truth tiger like Space: 1999. Johnson and the Terminator code named Oswald put the kibosh on the Space Program by shooting Kennedy in the head, retarding it and making it just about shuttles and crappy stations when we could have had bases and cities on Mars by this point. They re-directed the resources of that great program towards something much more sinister, something that President Kennedy never would have wanted- cyborg assassins, A.K.A “Project HULK”.
You might remember if you are tuned into the Earth’s secret messages about the origin story of the “Incredible Hulk” produced by paid Government Agent, Stan Lee. Bruce Banner, a poor abused boy who grows up into a walking vagina of a scientist, gets hit by gamma rays by a bomb he built because this dumb ass kid drove onto the bomb range as a dare or something . When he’s upset or “angry” at the world, Bruce Banner changes into the green giant with unrippable pants, the “Incredible Hulk”. Just kids stuff right? Just like how “Spiderman” and its Nazi spider experiment origin story is “just for kids” and Wolverine’s Canadian origin story has “HAHA” absolutely nothing to do with the overthrow of the Gough Whitlam government in Australia?
Well. Let me ENLIGHTEN YOU before my mother asks me to pick out the sheets from the dryer. LET ME ENLIGHTEN YOU.
The story of the Incredible Hulk is nothing but Slick Stan Lee’s little joke on the peasantry that truly explains where all these cyborg assassins come from. The “Hulk” origin story is incredibly true, just minus the young teenager driving onto the test range. A real Bob Banner had, because of the Nordic Race Aliens holding his wife and child hostage, implanted the special chips into his body and shoved himself onto the open flats of the Nevada Test Range and juiced himself up with thousands of gamma rays. He was the first of the bunch and had to be released into the Congo later. You might remember the others by their code names like “Sirhan Sirhan”, “Bill Cosby” and “John Hinkley”. Or better yet, Mr. “Stephen King” of Maine (who, let me tell you, is no gentleman when you confront his John Lennon murderin’ ass at the checkout counter of the Bangor Subway). They all are implanted with a microchip designated 27B stroke 6, a chip no bigger than your fingernail of your pinky which is punched into their brains and genitalia (like someone putting a mini-floppy desk into their brains and family jewels). Which, of course, is nothing really at first, not even noticeable to these pre-selected “Terminators” as the Illuminati call them…Which again, in the tradition of the great game, is already referenced by the sickening but somewhat true “Terminator” movie series in order to cloud over the scent of such beings and to make anyone who meets an unstoppable killing machine doubt what they found (or if they don’t doubt it, make others think that they are just simply re-telling a science fiction movie).
However, Incredible Hulk style, once they are pumped up with gamma rays that would normally kill an unprotected gross of villains if they didn’t have that government approved microchip to help them, they “transform” or “Hulk Out” -they immediately get a sense of rage at their target and become incredibly energetic and able to do the impossible in normal humans. Remember Lee Harvey Oswald’s famous run down four flights of stairs in time to be at the cafeteria drinking a coke when the officers from the Dallas P.D. came in and he didn’t seem to be out of breath or break a sweat despite putting a bullet in the POTUS literally a few minutes before? I rest my case. He didn’t die by Ruby’s hand, as a side note- they had to shoot him multiple times in the basement of the Police Station after he found out he was selected for termination by the “Bill Cosby” terminator. The scene in the first Terminator where Arnold kills all those cops in the dark police station- that was actually a replay of Oswald’s fall, though Arnold’s Terminator made it out much better.
The truth is your face like the smell of a three-day-old cafeteria sandwich left out in the sun. Know what else stinks? The costs of such a program. $109 billion in today’s dollars, the same as the entire Apollo Program. Project “Hulk” and its “Terminators” were considered priority and sucked up the cost of the entire real space program and when push came to shove, Johnson and the Freemasons decided to keep Project “Hulk” and end true space exploration after the moon in order to use the savings to buy the allegiance of the Chi-Coms against the Russians and to expand “Hulk”.
Interesting how far we get into the rabbit hole, isn’t it? When you enjoy the next “Avengers movie”, remember you are celebrating the heroics of “ Humanoid Unit Locator Killers, or “HULK”s.