The Jackson Chronicles
June 26th, 2009~ Data Mining for dummies.
“They” finally figured it out. The theory is that the only way to raise a dead economy is with the dead. So “they” killed Michael Jackson in the hopes that the resulting rush to buy and re-buy everything that Michael Jackson ever sang, wrote or touched would give the economy enough of a boost as to achieve “lift-off” where every other plan has left us with just left-off. What bank would not fully finance the previously unknown (and secret) “Thriller - killer” album by Michael Jackson (studio edition on vinyl only).
The idea is that more than CD’s (who would buy anything on CD anymore?) and early Jackson 5 eight-track tapes one will have to buy a real record player to hear the Michael Jackson vinyl record and to play it backwards because that’s where Michael (J) records the time of his exact death and “who did it” and why and the secret is that it was the cabal or the NSA or somebody else like Al Queada himself; first name is “Al”. You’ll have to buy the album to find out.
America is a bit begotten with her music. An Anthem to Hiroshima (the song) cost us about 50 billion when 50 billion still meant something. The lyrics were something terrible and there doesn’t seem to be a surviving recording of the sound itself, the “don” of the Piki-don, first the light flash, then the thunder - the audible portion of the audio. I guess they didn’t have tape recorders in Japan then, or wire-recorders or soundstages set up to record the greatest sound on earth on vinyl. Too bad. The sound might have been marketable. Sony Entertainment could have sold the 50th Anniversary Commemorative Edition (like Michael Jackson - “50”) of the boom caused by the bomb as sound history; forgetting all the real history and the real cost that went into each record.
I got to thinking about all of this as I was mining the Internet for data about something (other than the Michael Jackson story) that could take my mind off the Michael Jackson story when even fond memories of Farrah Fawcett in beach bare bathing britches wouldn’t do it. I had no memory of such stuff, but the Fawcett obitufiers did, so I must have, so, so be it. That’s what Data Mining is all about. You remember what you’re told to remember, when you’re told, because you were shown and told in the beginning. Data in, data out. Why do “they” (like the NSA) really care just what you think when “they” put every thought in there (your brain) from Day 1?
I missed a step. I will go back. West Military Drive in San Antonio (in Texas) is where the new NSA Data Mining (Cryptology) Center is. It is a storehouse for everything ever said everywhere. They have all the Michael Jackson stuff, all the recordings, each telephone conversation and TV broadcast and live-concert tour and every word said backstage and on every cell-phone from every teeny-bopper within 5,000 miles of everywhere that Michael Jackson ever went. Or that is what the NSA wants you to believe. They are the definitive Michael Jackson fan club fan’s club. But they are the Sam’s Club of fan clubs too; they do this for everybody rich and famous, collect everything - every word, record it and “write it down” for history - maybe make some money someday because they can always make or break every one with some new revelation from the past, from archives, from recordings made but never before released.
So you’re with me now. So now we can go back to the Piki-don (the nuclear moment in English) at Hiroshima. It took a lot of bad faith, bad money, bad science, bad intent to create that brief loud moment of sound on that beautiful blue August day in Hiroshima. The American advertising (lies) called the city an Army Base, did not mention the Korean captives living there, said it would end a war that was already all but over. The need for an “invasion” was the big lie; the fire-bombings had worked; there’s no need to occupy the ground when all the ground has been taken by the ravages of war.
So every Michael Jackson record and recording came at such a price. He (Michael Jackson) was beaten and abused. His “Dad” (his father) was a child abuser of the very worst kind. Only the NSA knows all the bloody details, Michael J equivocates, hides the worst of it in his interviews; all the family does. So his talent, his drive, his command performances are all just an act; an effort to just stay alive and reduce the pain; and relieve himself from the living hell of his childhood - a childhood he never had. Every buck you paid made this bad dad rich, richer, richer than you or Michael ever was. His “dad” got your money and got to enjoy it (not like Michael Jackson the freak). Now aren’t you glad about where your money went when you fell in love with Mr. Jackson. You were conned. You made and make the case that “child abuse is good” - how else could there ever be another “Michael Jackson”?
Why blame Michael? Now we know the truth. He never had a life past age 10; he probably didn’t have much of one past age five - think of it as code - the Jackson’s “5” is when the real abuse that would begin, began. Did he do it just for the bucks, Mr. Jackson? Did he do it for the fame? Did he do it to feel better about himself by making others feel worse? These are things to think about the next time you listen to “Thriller”, get “Dangerous”, go for the “Bad World” way of things.
So what is it about this freak of nature that you like? Would you trade your life for his? Are these the values that you want or that you want to share now that you know the cause and the cost? Give your MJ stuff away. Don’t buy it used; don’t buy it new - it’s not new at all. So this takes me back to the “new” facility on Marine One drive (I forget the address already). The point is that just about everything one wants to know about someone was pretty much settled in the first twelve years of life (maybe 14 for some). After that it’s just about repeat or waste; one doesn’t start caring at 20 if before that they never cared at all. One won’t become a “killer” if they did not or were not “killed” before they reached 16, if not six. I think that the NSA knows this. It’s Data Mining for dummies. The only thing they are really keeping tabs on is the children. To what ends I do not know.
It’s too late for Michael Jackson though. Someone might have said, “just Stop”. A cop might have arrested someone. An agent might have spoken up. A “Teen” reporter might have asked better questions. It’s been a long career. Or maybe it is a bit like “bread and circuses”; we cheer the gladiators great pain, we honor them when they die. We like to see them suffer before they die. Some people can be so sick.
So where does that leave us this day? We know that the NSA has every answer; but that in its search for “terrorists” they leave all the worst terrorists alone, like Michael Jackson’s dad, he’s left alone to do his worst and to go on each day like it were only the planes and bombs that mattered. But then isn’t it the NSA that defends the nuclear bombs and bombers; keeps them safe; justifies their use?
These words will be recorded in the NSA files. They can search for “Jackson”, Michael. They can search for “donner und blitzen”. They can search for “NSA” in an effort to find themselves. Michael Jackson never did. May he finally rest in peace.
[2009.06.26 / Friday - The Jackson Chronicles]