by Scott Creighton
Yet another rich “terrorist” has been busted. (yawn)
This one is so obvious, you can’t help but laugh.
Morgan Gliedman is a wealthy little debutante born into a privileged upper West Side lifestyle. She also happens to be 9 months pregnant with the baby of the REAL evil “terrrrurrurururist”, a guy who reportedly is an organizer for the Occupy Movement. Of course, the Occupy people claim they never heard of him. That’s not to say he wasn’t a plant from day one. After all, after the recent disclosure, we know the Feds have been spying on the Occupy Movement since before the beginning and had plants inside the operation from the get go.
Oh wait… did I just write that the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security recently got a rash of crap from various newspapers for infiltrating, brutally cracking down on and illegally spying on the Occupy Movement for the benefit of the very banks the Occupiers were protesting against? And wasn’t the New York City Police Department engaged in that coordinated attack on peaceful protesters for the benefit of Wall Street. Oh yeah… it’s called Occupy WALL STREET.
And now one of them gets busted with “high explosives”, high capacity clips and a shotgun?
Wow. What a coincidence that is.
A detective discovered a plastic container with seven grams of a white chemical powder called HMTD, which is so powerful, cops evacuated several nearby buildings… Additionally, investigators recovered a 12-gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun, ammunition, nine high-capacity rifle magazines and a flare launcher, the second source said…
… The newspaper quoted a law enforcement source as saying that Greene was an Occupy Wall Street activist whose political views were “extreme.”
… Two spokesmen for Occupy Wall Street’s New York chapter said they had no knowledge of Greene. NBC News
This effort is obvious and laughable. They are trying to retroactively gin up a pretext for the feds spying on the Occupy Movement. so they got a rich guy’s daughter and her Harvard educated boyfriend to play along. Let’s take this one step at a time, shall we?
“seven grams of a white chemical powder called HMTD”
HMTD is an OLD explosive primarily used as a PRIMER for more powerful explosives. HMTD has an explosive velocity of 4511 m/s which barely qualifies as a high explosive. Compare that to something like PETN which has an explosive velocity of 8,400 m/s and you start to understand how weak HMTD really is.
They found 7 grams of the stuff and had to evacuate a couple buildings in the area? Wow. Sounds like powerful stuff. Oh wait, here’s a video of 5 grams of HMTD going off… let’s see what those cops (NYPD “Intelligence” Division perhaps?) evacuated and terrorized all those people over…
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Oooooo. Lookie there. 7 grams might have blown up an IKEA coffee table or something. Not what I call a real threat to the stability of a building. Might have broken a window, but then again, my cat broke a window last month chasing a moth. May have been the moth. Who knows.
So they had to clear out a bunch of buildings for that? I wonder what they would have done if my cat had been there.
So what about that “Occupy activist” guy? I mean aside from the fact that the Occupy spokespeople don’t know who he is. What’s his background?
Greene attended Harvard as an undergraduate and did his graduate work at the university’s Kennedy School of Government. New York Daily News
He’s a silver spooner Harvard grad who attended the same “school of government” that Paula Broadwell attended. You remember her; she’s the biographer of Gen. Betrayus who took on the role of the “homewrecker” in the Betrayus scandal psyop just recently. Apparently the CIA recruits from the Kennedy school.
Oddly it seems neither of these two “terrrororurrists” are being charged with plotting and planning a terrorist attack. They’re just being charged with possession of the shotgun. That’s kinda strange after buildings were evacuated, wouldn’t you say? In fact, the “most spoiled bombing suspect in New York” hasn’t been arraigned at all yet.
But we aren’t supposed to make the connection between this shoddy script and this for instance:
“It was more sophisticated than we had imagined: new documents show that the violent crackdown on Occupy last fall – so mystifying at the time – was not just coordinated at the level of the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, and local police. The crackdown, which involved, as you may recall, violent arrests, group disruption, canister missiles to the skulls of protesters, people held in handcuffs so tight they were injured, people held in bondage till they were forced to wet or soil themselves –was coordinated with the big banks themselves” Naomi Wolf, the Guardian, three days ago
Nothing to see here folks. Just accept the “news’ story as is.
Don’t wonder about the silliness of it all.
Don’t scoff at the ham-handed sophomoric manner in which it is slapped together for your consumption like a cheap stuffed Mickey Mouse doll made by slave children in Kosovo or Kentucky.
Don’t worry about it.
You see?! The Occupy people are all “terrururururrururururururuists”! It was GOOD that Mayor Billioniareberg got his intelligence division thugs to crack their skulls and spray chemical weapons in 18 year-old girl’s faces.
They did it to protect you and your IKEA coffee tables.
Now just be good little peasants and hand over your guns and get on the cattle cars. That’s it. Thank you very much. Got a shower for you later, those of you who are too old or sick too work that is. Work will set you free, they say. Just keep that in mind and everything will be fine.
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Hi Mr. Loman. I trust this finds you and all those you love and care for healthy and happy. At least for a moment or two.
I have pulled both of my hands out of my pants, washed them and realized that I want to say thank you. Thank you. Thank you far all the time and energy you put into this site. And thank you for willing to take the necessary risk(s).
I have donated a bunch to your site this year. Next year promises to be a very good one for me and I will share thusly. That is of course if I am not tossed into the brig alongside you.
Peace and goodness on you and your family Mr. Loman.
Cellardoorguy
Sometimes I wonder. There’s a line near the end of No Country for Old Men. You know it? I wonder if it’s just vanity, if there is no stopping what’s coming. From the natives we stole it from to the slaves who built it, this country has always been hard on people, the little people.
My brother and I used to play with stuffed animals. We called it Little People. Predated the muppets if that tells you anything. We had a whole slew of ‘em. Horse was king. An all powerful if not ignorant father figure to Tony, the tiger. Horse was a plastic horse. Didn’t factor into the plot lines too much. He only had three legs. But the stories always ended the same way, with Horse showing up and putting his foot down so to speak, and that was the end of that adventure. The main characters were these super wealthy kids, Tony and Mr. Smith. Smith was a droppy eared little brown dog. Bean bag dog. His father was Bleeps. Bleeps was this homemade blue rectangular thing with red pupils on black irises. Rectangular ears perched on top of his head and rectangular arms and long rectangular legs. He had super powers as well but for the life of me, I can’t remember what they were. Bleeps was always drunk, an aging playboy with a son and a broken family. Constantly the stories revolved around breaking him out of jail of one kind or another. There was a Thumper bunny, blood red with a white puffball tail. That was the whore. There were other characters, tons of them. We had a bookshelf which served as their mansion, the books would slide out like a door we saw on Star Trek, that was the set for our little childhood plays. My brother was always the logical one, the pragmatic. I was Captain Kirk, he Spock. He’s a doctor now, and I’m just..
For years we played Little People til one day my brother went his way and I went mine. Divorce does sometimes.
The stories I can’t remember much these days. They always involved Tony and Mr. Smith running some scam somewhere even though they were super rich, they always wanted what someone else had. Oh we had GI Joes and Star Trek action figures. We had footballs and baseballs and bb guns. Killed a bird once, felt bad. We had those things and enjoyed them, but we enjoyed Little People as well. Imagine Grand Theft Auto merged with Silent Hill played with a collection of ridiculous stuffed animals instead of a keyboard and you get the picture. It was a little grim for 6 and 7 year old kids I suppose. If a kid were to simply write out one of the stories we played back then, just one for his school, they would have him on a number of drugs in a matter of hours and a couple watch lists I guess. A different world back then.
And they have the nerve to blame this violence on video games? We played with bb guns by shooting at each other. Threw a shovel at my brother trying to kill him once. He nearly choked me to death. All that was before Pong. And then there was the Little People.
The Little People.
My brother and I were pretending to be above the law neoliberals before 1980, raining hell down on our minions and always surprised when they resented it. Genuinely surprised. We would, Tony and Mr. Smith would kill them and rape them and steal their money and still we, they expected love, admiration and respect in return. It was a child’s game that we grew out of. I guess the joke is, some never do.
The little people.
I think I was doomed to this end Mr. Doorguy a long time ago. Doing penance for all the Little People I stepped on in my past.
I don’t think it’s vanity for the record. It’s journalism the way it was meant to be long ago before the title had a marketing and dollar value attached to (too?) it. My pragmatic brother would say I am naive. My naivete is that I think something better can come of all of this, that the end game is yet to be fixed. And from all of that, stems my troubles. Tilting at windmills I guess for an outdated code that never really was in the first place. I think I just refused to settle and so I do what little I can to remind people that they aren’t the only ones out there who see this shit going to shit right before their eyes like the one straight mirror in the funhouse. Yeah, it’s a drag to be reminded what we really are when it’s just so much fun to pretend to be something else.
My family is well and content, for now, Mr. Doorguy. And I thank you for your concern.
I thank you as well for your help this past year. As I thank all who come here. You all mean more to me than you know. One thing I know, when it comes to brig time, at least we can all be comforted knowing we are in the best of company if not the most pragmatic.
I wish you and yours peace and better days
scott
willyloman
Mr. Smith
Saw a doll’s shoe laying on the floor of the church this morning, dropped there at an earlier mass. Some little girl hopped up middle of the service, got the shoe, and put it on an empty pew—keep it from being trampled, be my guess.
Some reason, what that little girl did reminded me of your story here.
Best wishes, one and all, for this new year.
r ap
Mr. Loman, reading your response has been the highlight of my New Years.
A heartfelt love and joy to you, your clan and all those who regularly comment here.
Peace: Cellardoorguy.
Well, if your mother reads this, I am sure she will be shocked at the trauma those cute little toys had to endure, but she will be awed at the amazing imagination of her boys.
She probably will faint at the knowledge that her boys almost killed each other…..
And then at the end, she will be very proud of both boys….. boys will be boys…. Thank God, they grow up and survive.
I enjoyed this intimate story this morning… thank you for sharing it.
Reblogged this on The Nonconformist.
The trick here is to make all of us give up; to despair; to degenerate into savagery against one another while the scumbags chortle and finger themselves at our expense.
Someone needs to out Greene as the psy-op agent that he obviously is – it’s clear by the kid-gloves treatment he and the princess has received after being caught dead with all the trappings of a false-flag to be pinned on OWS.
Clearly, the mass evacuation wasn’t warranted, unless some really dangerous stuff had to be removed from their premises; after all, it wouldn’t do to have witnesses mention the removal of anything stronger than what was mentioned in those reports, yes?
A terrorist is a terrorist is a terrorist. A towel on the head makes no difference. Of course, that is all we’re supposed to believe.
Happy New Year, Scott. Let’s put an end to their scumbaggery.