What was it that first alerted you to the fact that the entire NASA space programme was total, made up, unutterable bollocks on stilts with a side order of unicorn horn and fairy dust?
For me it was a recording of the press conference staged by the first ‘successful’ Apollo crew not long after splashdown. They’d been on a 950,000 mile journey to the Moon, snapped that legendary ‘Earth rise’ photograph, chatted to President Nixon from space on his Oval Office landline, taken their giant steps in the dust that no man had ever trodden before, survived near certain death in the radioactive hell zone of the Van Allen belt, and still, against all odds made it safely home.
But when invited to capture the majesty and wonder of their experience they proved as sullenly inarticulate as depressed teenagers coming down from a ketamine trip at the mall. The details were a blur. They retreated into the second person. “You,” they kept saying. As in “And then what you’d see is…” Not: “And then I saw/felt/saw the most amazing…” It didn’t ring true because it so obviously wasn’t true. This was confirmed - at least to my satisfaction - by Dennis J. McCarthy, a language communication analyst who specialises in examining statements by witnesses in US courts to try to establish whether or not they are lying. The speech patterns and sentence structure, not to mention the evasiveness and contradictions, of Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins, he concluded, were simply not consistent with those of men who’d been on the most incredible journey in the history of mankind. They were all lying.
For me that was all the proof I needed. It struck a chord with me because my leanings are towards language and cultural analysis. Others among you may be more visually or scientifically oriented. So, if you’re in the first group you are more likely to be swayed by details like the fakeness of the moon photographs - the shadows indicating more than one light source, the inexplicable fluttering of the US flag in a supposedly wind-free vacuum. And if you are in the second by details like the impenetrability of the Van Allen radiation belt or the ‘lost’ telemetry data or the impossibility (according to Werner Von Braun - but hey as a former Nazi rocket scientist recruited by the US under Operation Paperclip what would he know?) of travelling so large a distance with such limited fuel.
Whichever way you come at “Moon missions are fake” doesn’t much matter, though. The more important point is that once you know, you can’t unknow. With each day that passes you become more and more entrenched in your scepticism. And not because, as people have accused me of being on Twitter recently, you are a ‘dumbass’ or you ‘look like a cum guzzling queer’ or you are ‘a retard who lives in his mom’s basement’ but because the ‘wizard’ spell (per Owen Benjamin) no longer works on you.
When you see footage of four escape capsules emerging from the Artemis II rocket just before launch, your Pavlovian cope isn’t to dismiss it, instantly, as pernicious AI fakery.
When you see a jar of Nutella rotating mid-air in the gravity-free capsule you don’t go “Gosh! Nutella will be delighted at this amusing, free and totally accidental publicity!”
When you see the first ever photos of the actual dark side of the moon, you don’t go: “Wow! Amazing!”. Instead you nurture uncharitable thoughts along the lines of: “Well they could have made up any old shit in the studio and with no objective points of comparison how would any of us be any the wiser?”
When you hear that the crew have spontaneously decided to name their space craft ‘Integrity’ you don’t roll your eyes and go: “Oh. How beautiful!”. Instead you go: “lol. Classic Satanic inversion!”
When you hear that one of the crew has romantically named a crater Carroll after his late wife, you don’t go: “That is SO moving!”. Instead you go: “Hmm. Like as in Lewis - progenitor of literature’s most famous rabbit hole?”
When you learn that two of the crew members are surnamed Koch and Glover, you can’t help but notice that if you elide the two names you make a rude phrase. And furthermore you know that this was deliberate.
The reason you respond in this ‘inappropriate’ way is not because you are heartless or puerile or malignly contrarian or a tinfoil hat lunatic or because you just don’t understand basic physics. All these insults that people level at you for being a non-believer are not really about you but about them. Your scepticism makes them angry and defensive because it threatens to snatch away the comfort blanket of their most cherished shibboleths: heroes are real; the media doesn’t lie about everything; even government tells the truth sometimes; space is the final frontier; technology is amazing; we can do just anything if we put our minds to it; taxes are terrible but they do sometimes go on some cool stuff which kind of makes it all OK; the West is best; if it all goes wrong here there’s always all those other planets which we are bound to colonise one day just like in those sci fi movies.
If you are right and they are wrong then that makes the world a much uglier place than their minds are prepared to deal with. Therefore, the more palatable option is for them to double down on your being wrong so as to make the nasty reality go away.
This is why I think it’s a waste of time replying to moon landing true believers. Even the rare polite ones who begin their query “Serious question” don’t deserve an answer but because the very fact that they have to ask it shows they’re not ready for what you have to say.
Sure you could explain to them that the reason - one of them, anyway - that Not A Space Agency lies to us is that $24 billion a year is still quite a lot of money, and if you’re not spending it on actual space stuff then that gives you quite a decent black budget to spend on whatever the hell you like.
Or you could explain that the reason tens of thousands of people could have participated in the NASA programme without anyone blowing the whistle - well, apart from the whistleblowers who did, not least Buzz Aldrin - comes down to one word: compartmentalisation.
Or you could talk about the impenetrability of the Van Allen belt or the eyepopping absurdity of NASA having ‘lost’ its telemetry data or the fact that the reasons the Soviets didn’t call America’s bluff is that they were in on it too and that Yuri Gagarin’s space adventures were just as fake as Neil Armstrong’s. [See here for details]
But on every occasion you’d be wasting your breath because you’re not really speaking to people who want to know the truth. Rather you are speaking to people who want to reject the truth, no matter how many mental contortions this requires of them.
You are talking to people who did not cry foul even when sinister baldie Jeff Bezos sent into pretend-space a rocket - Blue Origin - shaped so blatantly obviously like an erect penis that even people who’d never seen an erect penis before in their lives could confidently have asserted ‘that’s an erect penis’. It was a penis. A giant space penis. With mind-controlled MK Ultra malfunctioning bot Katy Perry sitting in the glans. And on her blue uniform a patch designed so that, when inverted, you could clearly see that it took the form of a Satanic goats head. And STILL all the Normies currently cheering Artemis happily went along with the charade and overlooked the in-your-face ritual sex magic and occult symbolism because to have called it out would have been too consequential.
Moon mission deniers have nothing to apologise for; nor do they hold a position which they are under any obligation to defend because they are merely stating the bleeding obvious.
Moon mission believers, on the other hand, have a lot of work to do.
It’s like this, moon mongs - and I’m sorry for calling you moon mongs but I do so in the spirit of teasing affection: if you want to persuade me that the moon landings were real and that the current Artemis mission isn’t equally fake, you are really going to have to do better than calling me out as gay or brandishing ‘basic physics’ as the ne plus ultra of unanswerable comebacks.
If it’s really that obvious that men have been to the moon and landed safely back on earth, explain to me how it’s done. How do the ‘astronauts’ survive the G force of acceleration from 0 to 24,000 miles per hour? How does the rocket avoid that debris with which ‘space’ is supposedly littered? How come the crew manage to stay so immaculately clean cut? How, when they splash down into the sea, do they always seem to do so near US territory? Why don’t more of them blow up on take off or perform death loops in the sky, like so many of Elon Musk’s rockets? Why can you not see the stars in the background? Why, with a budget of $24 billion, is the film and video technology still so clunky?
Oh, and why, of all the days in the year, did they have to launch it on April 1st?
I suppose somewhere out there you will find plausible-ish answers to all of these questions because when you’ve got a budget of $24 billion you can afford the most ingeniously mendacious flak catchers and show runners money can buy.
That said, there’s probably a point beyond which They don’t even care that some people can see through all the fakery. Part of Their control mechanism is divide et impera. So it’s really not a problem when moon deniers and moon mongs have a go at one another on social media because division is what They want. This is especially important to Them in times of war. Or times of ‘war’, as we should perhaps more accurately phrase it.
It suits our ‘elite’ overlords perfectly that the people calling out the fakery and insanity of Trump’s current escapades in Iran are often the same people calling out Artemis II. This means that criticism of Trump over Iran is mentally bracketed by the Normie herd with being such a dumbass you don’t even understand basic physics, being so unpatriotic you don’t think the Moon landings weren’t America’s greatest achievement ever and proof that Murica will always be best, being so crazy you probably also think the earth is flat.
Even more importantly - for our dark overlords are kinky this way - They actually don’t want to make the fake moon missions look too realistic because that would jeopardise their occult impact. That is, the shonkier and less plausible they make these missions look, the greater and more satisfying the achievement if They can still get the public to buy into them.
One of Their most spectacular successes in this regard was the 1986 Challenger disaster in which a crew of seven astronauts were seen being immolated live on television after their Space Shuttle performed a series of death roll loops before suddenly disintegrating. Even more tragically, because the crew included a schoolteacher called Christa McAuliffe (whose parents and students were watching from the launchpad), the event traumatised 2.5 million children around the world who had been dragooned into watching live in their classrooms the world’s first ‘teacher in space.’
The story had a sort of happy ending, though. By amazing coincidence, several of the dead astronauts had a twin brother or sister who not only looked just like them but sometimes had been given the same first name as their deceased sibling (some parents, eh?) - and are currently alive and well and working in academe years after the terrible tragedy. There’s a Sharon Christa McAuliffe, for example, who is an adjunct professor at Syracuse University College of Law.
If you want to find out the details good luck searching on the internet. Mostly you’ll come up with articles like this onefrom Popular Mechanics titled ‘Why Conspiracy Theorists Refuse to Believe the Challenger Astronauts Died’. The reason, according to a psychologist it quotes, is that some people “refuse to accept that bad things accidentally happen to good people.” Yup. That’ll be the reason. At the end of the article it says: “Links to the conspiracy theories have been omitted to avoid amplifying false claims about the Challenger disaster.”
Anyway, I asked my assistant Andrew to try to track down more information. A lot of it has been scrubbed, inevitably. But you’ll find most of the salient points covered here and here. It will take you less than five minutes to see for yourself the obvious. The fraud is so shameless that one of the ‘dead’ astronauts Michael J Smith hasn’t even bothered to change his name from that of the late space commander he unmistakably resembles. There’s other stuff too, like a close up of two of the parents on the day of the disaster, looking up at the sky as their child explodes and appearing more lightly amused than horrified.
What I find so intriguing about the Challenger story is that of the myriad examples proving the space programme to be a hoax it’s the one that could most easily be exposed with least effort by any half way competent reporter. All you’d have to do was calculate the likelihood of six dead space crew (the seventh has gone AWOL, perhaps because they really are now dead) all having doppelgängers - my guess is about a trillion gazillion to one but don’t call me on it. I’m not an actuary - and hey presto, Pulitzer Prize, or equivalent, in the bag. It’s the sort of scoop at which, for example, Britain’s biggest selling tabloid newspaper the Daily Mail has traditionally excelled. “Dead Challenger Crew Found Alive Forty Years After Disaster,” would be a gift of a headline for one of its fearless and highly remunerated investigative reporters. The fact that the Daily Mail and its ilk haven’t gone anywhere near it is a salutary reminder of just how utterly controlled, controlling, hypocritical and mendacious the mainstream media is. [Incidentally, when I pressed fake moon landing expert Bart Sibrel to address the Challenger issue, he very clearly didn’t want to go there. So it looks to me as if even the domain of Apollo scepticism is controlled to a degree]
But perhaps the more important point about the Challenger absurdities is that they are unlikely to have been accidental. They weren’t a case of “Fire the scriptwriters! The storyline on this occasion was just too ridiculous for words.” Rather, they were a form of test - which the general public mostly failed. “We are going to feed you the biggest pile of bullshit imaginable and if you don’t even notice it’s bullshit, let alone call it out, then frankly you deserve everything that is coming to you,” was the underlying message of this particular psyop. As Cabal whistleblowers such as Ronald Bernard have explained, this is one of the elite’s religious obligations: They have to tell you what they are doing. This lets Them off the hook, karmically. [Weird, I know. But I didn’t make the rules. I’m not their overlord and mentor Lucifer].
Supposing, though, for one ridiculous moment that the mainstream media decided to tell the truth for once and reported on the Challenger hoax honestly. I can all but guarantee you that it would make no difference whatsoever to the Normies’ general state of brain deadness because the programming is just too strong. No sooner had the Normie reader begun taking in the new details then their brain cogs would be whirring as they sought out a form of cope capable of explaining, at least to their own satisfaction, why these seemingly shocking and damaging revelations did absolutely nothing to contradict the generally accepted space paradigm. Perhaps the whole Challenger escapade had been conducted by a rogue NASA department hell bent on undermining the organisation’s otherwise impeccable integrity and honesty. Perhaps - OK, maybe six dead astronauts all alive and looking exactly like themselves forty years older is a bit unlikely but hey not impossible, right? - it was all just one of those amazing flukes that happens sometimes.
Let me give you an example of this process, fresh from Twitter.
First, here’s a space mission denier, pointing out the obvious.
Let me dumb this down for you "learned folk'.
A bullet does ~3,000 km/h.
NASA says these guys hit Earth at 40,000 km/h — that’s 10+ bullets stacked together… but somehow slow down using parachutes and land safely in the ocean Uber Boat style?
So a bullet shreds flesh instantly but a human in a metal flask can hit the atmosphere at 10× that speed, turn into a flying fireball, lose signal, cook the outside to hell and still land like it’s a beach holiday?
But yeah… “trust the heat shield.”
After this make sure you get your booster to fry your brain further
And here’s the furious response of a moon mong, using muh science to reinforce the walls of his own prison and moonmongsplain how it is true, it is:
You braindead clown. A bullet slams into dense air and meat at ~Mach 3 and shreds instantly. Your "metal flask" skips the atmosphere at 11 km/s on a shallow angle, letting drag bleed off speed over 10-15 minutes. The fireball is compressed air plasma (not magic impact), temps hit 5,000°F+. Avcoat heat shield ablates on purpose, vaporizing to carry heat away. Capsule stays shirt-sleeve cool inside. Parachutes deploy after it's already slowed to ~500 km/h. Apollo did this 50+ years ago. Artemis just did it again. "Trust the heat shield" because it works, dipshit. Stick to your relationship grift and leave physics to people who passed high school.
Well I suppose it’s not beyond the realms of total impossibility that this impressively science-sounding explanation could be right. But speaking for myself I find the more simpler explanation more satisfying and plausible. The reason the astronauts don’t burn up on re-entry to earth’s atmosphere is that they never left the earth’s atmosphere in the first place.
And the only reason anyone thinks they did leave earth’s atmosphere is that the world is full of people like Mr Moon Mong here spouting the plausible but fake science with which they have been indoctrinated by the system of lies in which we all reared. But which some of us, the lucky ones, have somehow found a way of escaping.
