paul is dead and the dulce, nm base: UNDENIABLY LINKED!
I have been so busy and haven’t posted here in so long that all my family and some friends (who expressed interest in keeping up with what I’m doing and inspired me to start this blog in the first place) have probably assumed that the real me died in a car accident, and that the only reason I’m still active on facebook from time to time is because it is being controlled by a cheap replacement with a slightly longer face than mine. Fortunately, that is not the case— if only the same could be said for Paul McCartney!
Yes, Jeremy, my Dad and Lee, and a select few other people know that I am obsessed with conspiracy theories in every shape and form— from secret societies to aliens on earth to the indisputable fact that Nikola Tesla is still alive, living underneath the city of New York, and Brookhaven National Laboratory is IN ON IT. Usually I keep this hobby under wraps because everyone already thinks I’m weird enough as it is. But yesterday I saw something that filled me to the brim with excitement and I just had to share it with the world.
There’s a lot of setup involved here. Most people born post-1970s aren’t aware that Paul is dead, and most people in general don’t know about the sinister goings-on at the underground base in Dulce, New Mexico. So, even though it means writing an extremely long post, I will lay it all out for you for the sake of spreading truth to the masses.
Conspiracy #1, Paul is Dead: Paul McCartney is dead. Yes, he died in 1966 in a car accident and was replaced by a convincing look-a-like, widely believed to be Billy Shepherd aka Billy Pepper (of Billy Pepper and the Pepperpots) aka Sergeant Pepper. The farce would have gone on for years, had some Drake University students in 1969 not figured this out and published it in their college newspaper, a publication which everyone knows to be a pillar of truth and integrity that should be trusted without question. However, a few of you may be wondering how they knew this to be true. Well, it’s painfully obvious, but I’ll humor you. First of all, the masquerading impostor looks nothing like the real Paul McCartney. Notice how there are a couple post-1966 photos where he looks different! I know that at this point you are probably 100% convinced and that I don’t need to continue, but just in case you aren’t, take a look at the Abbey Road Album cover:
Notice anything strange? All the other Beatles are stepping forward with their left foot, but Paul has put his right foot forward. AND, he’s BAREFOOT! This obviously means that he is dead because in some cultures, people are buried with their feet bare. And the right foot? Well, there is no other way to interpret this other than a metaphor for how Paul is different from the other Beatles: They are all alive (at the time), and he is dead. I’m sure that you are sufficiently convinced now, but I assure you that this is just the tip of the iceberg. I encourage you to call your Dad (or someone else who was alive in the 60’s) and then spend hours Googling “Paul is Dead,” much like I did a couple years ago when I first heard about this. You should probably also start referring to the fake Paul McCartney as “Faul” so people won’t think you are a brainwashed sheep.
Conspiracy #2, The Dulce Base: Dulce is a relatively small and desolate town in New Mexico with a population of less than 3,000, which is what makes it an ideal place for a top secret underground base run jointly by the military and two different species of Aliens. It’s common knowledge that beneath every small shack in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a chain link fence, something large, secret, and evil is going on. And guess what? There’s one of those shacks in Dulce. Luckily, the base was not secret for long after dead, ripped apart livestock started showing up on the side of the road, pointing to the only possible explanation: Aliens creating human animal hybrids with the help of the U.S. Government. If you work at Dulce, you live in there in the Human Living Quarters (kept a couple floors separate from Alien Living Quarters to avoid conflict, of course), and in the off chance you do get to leave and come back, you are placed on a scale naked and subjected to cavity searches if you’ve gained or lost more than three pounds. Fortunately some brave soul was able to sneak out a very telling photo of a “blood lab” at the base, and this high-quality drawing of the complex:
As you can see, genetic human hybrids are not the only Dulce’s only specialty— they also deal in mind control (also, notice the convenient shuttle to Los Alamos). Again, I recommend you Google this thoroughly and read the stories of the lucky few who have survived being the subject of an experiment at Dulce, but are forced to live the rest of their lives in another body.
How they are linked: And now, finally, the reason I came out of hiding to write this post: the death of Paul McCartney and the disgusting and evil Dulce, NM base are VERY MUCH INTERTWINED. I can’t believe I didn’t ever see it before, but the other day I was looking through a Paul is Alive / Paul is Dead thread on an online discussion board and came across this post. It’s so obvious. THE ALIENS ARE BEHIND THE WHOLE THING! And not only that— the replacement is an alien shapeshifter, most likely one of the reptilian variety. Like I said, I am both astounded and ashamed of myself for not making this connection before. It just makes too much sense. The moment I found out, I knew I had a duty to inform the world of these two vast cover-ups and their connection to one another.
Hopefully you are still with me. If so, fantastic. I know that it’s a lot to read, but think of how thankful you are to have had your eyes opened to the truth. Carry your head high with your newfound knowledge, no longer a brainwashed pawn of the U.S. Government, the Illuminati, the extraterrestrials on Earth, and the reptilian Anti-Christ Barack Obama (though they’re really all one in the same). Finally, a warning: watch your back for the rest of your life, because you know too much.
NOTE: In case you didn’t figure it out after the first few paragraphs, this post was mostly in jest. The only thing I wasn’t being sarcastic about was my obsession with (but no genuine belief in) conspiracy theories.
