Wednesday Weirdness Roundup

Martian plesiosaurs, Mossad sharks, and teleporting dolphins. Oh my.

  • Felicity Lowde, convicted in 2007 of harassing 7/7 bombing survivor Rachel North, has now turned her cybertongue against Pagans and Freemasons in Bristol, speculating they may have abducted and ritually murdered Joanne Yeates in a macabre Solstice initiation ceremony. Circumstantial evidence includes the fact that some Bristol Pagans like to meet in pubs near Ms. Yeates‘ workplace.
  • In late 2008, a Washington state man named Andrew Basiago announced he had found numerous anomalous things in photos taken by the Mars Spirit Rover, including humans in blue jumpsuits, statues, a Bigfoot, a “centipede woman”, and huge snakes. Now Basiago says he was teleported to Mars twice in 1980, and on one occasion he and the CIA agent accompanying him were charged by a plesiosaur. I’m sorry to report that some people believe this, and it has led to a crazy kerfuffle between leading members of the exopolitics movement. Basiago is apparently a practicing attorney, and claims to have five degrees from institutions like UCLA. He’s scheduled to speak at a Dolphins & Teleportation Symposium being held in Hawaii this June. Maybe a Martian plesiosaur will show up, too.
  • Kids, this is what happens when you go AWOL to make shitty “documentaries” with your friends.
  • Lest anyone is wondering why Egypt is up the creek, look no further than this: Last December, Mohamed Shousha (Governor of South Sinai) publicly declared that Israel’s Mossad may have dumped a shark into Egyptian waters to harm the tourist industry. With leaders like this, who needs leaders?

Is it just me, or would all these things combined make a great movie? A bloodthirsty shark capable of teleporting itself to the surface of Mars is released into English waters by an intelligence agency, and is thwarted by a coalition of dolphins, Martian plesiosaurs, and drunk Pagans.

Behind the Front Lines of 9/11 Truth

Sadly I have not had ample time to blog lately – the signif other’s 9/11 Truth event is on this weekend, and preparations have been frenzied for weeks. I spent this evening at a pizza joint, seated between Kevin Barrett and a local Truther who insisted on drawing simplified diagrams of the World Trade Center floorplan on his placemat for me, explaining pyroclastic clouds (“There’s too much dust! TOO MUCH DUST! DUST, EVERYWHERE!!”), and informing me that girls probably can’t tell melted aluminum from molten steel because we didn’t take shop.

Pity me.