Irregular Times Diaries: Unfit Discussion

What’s really going on at the Metropolitan Opera in New York City?

The cover stories for the repeated failures of the opera Tristan und Isolde are appearing increasingly thin. Five different actors have had to be used in the title roles of Tristan and Isolde:

Gary Lehman
Ben Heppner
Mac Master
Deborah Voigt
Janice Baird

Now, there is to be a sixth: Roger Dean Smith… or so he says.

What’s going on? Performances of Tristan und Isolde have had to be cancelled more than once, due to “mishaps”.

The tenor has fallen off the stage. Scenery has nearly killed the singers. There have been mysterious plagues that the publicists are dismissing as “stomach ailments” and “viruses”.

Nobody believes it, of course, and Manhattan’s elite opera scene is abuzz with rumor of what is really happening behind the curtain of the newest production of Tristan und Isolde.

To understand today’s dramatic events, one needs to go back to the time of the composition of Tristan und Isolde. It was in 1849, and Richard Wagner had to flee the city of Dresden because of what the establishment describes, euphemistically, as The May Uprising. Conventional history says that the May Uprising was a political battle between a repressive government and a mob seeking democratic rule. Conventional history is wrong.

The truth is that Richard Wagner had been dabbling in ancient folklore a little bit too deeply, and he came across some folkways that should have been forgotten: The dark arts of necromancy. Richard Wagner thought that he was writing a new opera to celebrate the culture of teutonic peoples, but really, he was casting a black spell to raise the dead. The May Uprising was not about politics. The truth is that the battle was an attempt to defend the living residents of Dresden from a zombie seige.

Just look at the history books. After the zombies started rising out of Dresden’s cemeteries, Richard Wagner ran away, because he didn’t know how to control his creations. The government soldiers in Dresden are then recorded as making a last stand in the Zeughaus.

Do you know what Zeughaus means, when translated into English? It means “House of the Undead”. The government soldiers went to the heart of the problem, to find the answer for the dreadful question: How do you kill somebody when they’re already dead?

The answer to that question was lost to history, but obviously they found some kind of way to control the zombies.

Richard Wagner, in the meantime, set up his operations again in Zurich, and this time he finished what he had started. He finished a final, revised draft of Tristan und Isolde, which still included some elements of necromancy, but not as much as in his first draft.

So, that’s what the people at the Met are facing right now: Black magic. It’s not as strong as when Richard Wagner first tried it in Dresden, but it is potentially deadly nonetheless.

I can’t tell you what’s going to happen for certain, but I can tell you this: There are just a few more performances of Tristan und Isolde at the Met, and I won’t be setting foot in Manhattan until after they are done.

Just when we thought things could not get worse, there is a new threat to the survival of humankind: Killer military robots. Dr. Noel Sharkey is speaking before the Royal United Services Institute with a stark warning: Military organizations around the world, especially in the United States, are developing killer robots that can be used on the battlefield – and in government actions against resistant domestic populations, instead of human beings.

The United States military plans to spend four billion dollars in the next two years alone to enhance its current program to develop homicidal robots. Have these people not seen the Terminator movies? Have they not read I, Robot?

These robots have no compassion. They have no mercy. They will not stop until their violent missions are completed.

You won’t be able to negotiate with them, if they are sent against you. You can hit them with your fists, kick them with your feet, and it won’t make a difference to their armor plating. You can run, but they can track you down with global positioning software and sensory equipment that goes far beyond the human range of sight, sound and smell.

Once these murderous military robots are unleashed against, us, we will not stand a chance. We will all die, and if the robots escape the control of their military masters, there might not be anyone left to care.

According to a study by the Wildlife Conservation Society, jackrabbits have suddenly disappeared from the area around Yellowstone National Park. They disappeared so quickly that no one even noticed that the jackrabbits were in decline until they were all gone.

Scientists say that they have no idea what actually caused the sudden disappearance of rabbits from Yellowstone. All they have to offer is a bunch of guesses: Disease, maybe. Predation, maybe. Weather events, maybe.

In the face of this ecological calamity, wouldn’t you rather have certainty? It’s time to turn to religion.

I say that Jesus is the explanation. It’s clear to me that the rabbits of Yellowstone have experienced the first wave of Rapture. Isn’t it just as the End Times prophets have predicted, that all of a sudden, people would turn around and notice that all the rabbits had disappeared?

The only proof I need is the Bible. Did you know that the Bible never once mentions rabbits? Just like there are no rabbits anymore in Yellowstone? It is as if God himself told the ancient Israelites that the Rapture of jackrabbits from Yellowstone would be a sign of the imminent return of Jesus.

The time is at hand! Prepare ye for the coming of the Lord! Greet him with carrots!

A spaceship sent from Earth to explore the planet Mercury has discovered a giant spider living there. The creature is 40 kilometers wide.

Scientists writing for the magazine New Scientist (what happened to the old scientist, I’d like to know) admit that they categorize the meeting of the spaceship and the spider was a “close encounter”. Yet, trying to be coy, so as not to provoke panic among Earthlings, the scientists merely called the spider a “strange spider-shaped feature”.

Well, let’s think now. What is most shaped like a spider? Answer: A spider! Clearly, the most obvious explanation for this “spider-shaped feature” is that it’s a spider.

Besides, the name of the Earth spaceship that was sent to Mercury was Messenger. Any fool can understand that one does not send a messenger to a place where it is believed that there is no one to hear a message. Scientists, it seems, have known about the giant spider living on Mercury for some time, and they have reason to believe that the Mercury spider is intelligent enough to understand out language.

What else can this giant spider do? Travel through outer space, perhaps?

The bad news: There is not believed to be very much for spiders to eat on the planet Mercury. That goes double for a giant spider.

Earth, on the other hand, is filled with food – enough to feed even a giant 40-kilometer spider for years.

We can expect that giant spider from Mercury to visit the Earth soon, and we should expect it to be very hungry.

Prepare your underground shelter now.

At the American Museum of Natural History, a group of people calling itself Virgin Galactic has revealed its development of a spaceship that will take people off the Earth and into outer space for “Galactic” travel. There’s a catch, though. You have to be rich in order to get on board. Reservations for tickets begin at $200,000 each.

The question that discerning minds now must ask is this: Why are rich people willing to pay $200,000 to get into outer space away from the Earth’s surface? Rich people have the money to get information about things that the rest of us will never know about… until it’s too late.

Here’s what’s telling to me: These rich refugees from planet Earth are not content to merely get off the ground, even miles high up in an airplane. A standard airplane can get miles and miles above the surface of the Earth, but that’s enough for these skittish fat cats. Why?

It seems that it’s not so much the ground that the refugees desperate to board the Virgin Galactic spaceship are eager to escape. It’s the Earth’s atmosphere. It seems that our own planet’s atmosphere is on the verge of becoming deadly to human life. But how?

A “man” living in the United Kingdom who enigmatically calls himself “Bob the Alien” offers a possible explanation as he reflects on his oddly personal eyewitness experience on the planet Venus: “The cloud that covers Venus is not like the cloud that we have in our skies. It is full of deadly sulphuric acids droplets, not water droplets as on Earth. Nearly all of Venus’ atmosphere is made up of carbon dioxide, a poisonous, suffocating gas which would kill any living creature if it was breathed in.”

It seems that “Bob the Alien” believes that Earth’s atmosphere will soon change to become more like the atmosphere of Venus. That’s why he is offering to take some Earthlings with him on his space ship the next time he lifts off. “Join me and my dog, Bobsdog,” he says urgently, “for an exciting journey around your Solar System and beyond. We will visit peculiar planets, mysterious moons, amazing asteroids, crazy comets and, if we have time, we can look at some stars too!”

I don’t know this “Bob the Alien” character, but he seems quite a bit more compassionate than Virgin Galactic.

Want proof that global warming is real? Even the government is preparing for it. That’s really interesting too, given that the government has spent so much time telling you that global warming does not exist.

Why didn’t they tell you? The reason is that, if you knew how bad global warming is going to get, you would freak out. Just think about the parameters that the Ames Laboratory, operated by the Department of Energy, is preparing for. This is from a press release that leaked out from the Ames Laboratory today:

“Ames Lab colleagues Bill McCallum and Matthew Kramer, have designed a high-performance permanent magnet alloy that operates with good magnetic strength at 200 degrees Celsius, or 392 degrees Fahrenheit, to help make electric drive motors more efficient and cost-effective. The work is part of the DOE’s Vehicle Technologies Program.”

Why is the Ames Laboratory working on magnets that will work at 392 degrees Fahrenheit? Why would they do such a thing?

Think, now. The answer is disturbingly direct. They must have information indicating that the earth’s climate is going to heat up until the air is 392 degrees!

“Vehicle Technologies Program,” they call it, an obvious false acronym for Very Thermal Planet.

392 degrees, and are they designing heat shields for your home? No. They’re designing magnets to do the work that humans currently do.

They don’t need you, except to work right now, and pay your taxes so that they can fund their programs in the Ames Laboratory to develop your magnetic replacements.

How very “efficient”. How very “cost-effective”.

Never forget that there is no U or I in the “Department of Energy”.

They all thought that I was just kidding, or that I was some kind of crazy conspiracy theory kook, but who’s laughing now?

New Scientist is reporting that the collosal volcano underneath Yellowstone National Park has begun to swell, and swell, lifting the entire land up, as a gigantic mass of molten rock rises, as a bubble of death, toward the surface. It’s just like I said it would happen.

When it reaches the surface, the inevitable will happen: An immense explosion that will set the United States on fire, burying half of North America under red hot burning ash, suffocating us, murking up the entire northern hemisphere with clouds of acidic sulfur rain that will poison the seas and cause everything but the smallest slimiest bottom dwellers to plunge into agony as they die, never to breed again, entire trunks of the tree of life withering with a fungus that cannot be contained, and on the land, here and there, miserable, zombie-like children watching the dogs pull the corpses from the earth because the Alpo factories have all burned down, and nobody is left to make them new Barney videos to watch as the world falls down!

Laugh at Disaster Dan, if you will, laugh, if it makes you feel better. I understand that you all need someone to pick on, to cast your anxieties at, as my worst predictions come true before your eyes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Scientists have discovered a clam that is over 400 years old, pulled it up from the depths of the cold ocean near Iceland, and killed it. Why?

It turns out that the ancient clam, enigmatically described as a “quahog”, had a lot of information. That information, it seems, could threaten to reveal a centuries old conspiracy.

Just consider what professor Chris Richardson, of the School of Ocean Sciences at “Bangor University” has to say about clams like the one that was dredged up: “They are like tiny tape-recorders, in effect, sitting on the sea-bed and integrating signals.”

Stop and consider that for just a moment. Clams, operating as tiny tape recorders, spread across the Atlantic Ocean, listening for centuries, and integrating their signals into a gigantic intelligence network.

It’s clear to me that these clams are spying on us. But for who?

The answer comes again from the experts at the so-called “Bangor University”. They’ve determined that the clam they discovered, the oldest of them all, was planted in the ocean when Elizabeth I was Queen of the British Empire. The British, as is well known, had just conquered the Spanish, and had recovered from the economic drain of the Crusades.

The Crusades had brought many interesting… artifacts, let us say… to the European continent from the Middle East, where Islamic scholars had been holding the secrets of the five thousand year-old Egyptian empire. Some of those artifacts have been described as “lost at sea”?

What if they were not lost? What if they were left in the sea on purpose?

A British royal family that keeps its secrets. The mysterious death of Diana, Princess of Wales. The unexpected defeat of the Spanish Armada. The Bermuda Triangle – a British holding. Posh Spice’s arrival in Los Angeles. And now, a four hundred year-old clam threatens to reveal the string connecting them all.

The British Superpower is not dead after all. It has merely been sleeping, in the form of a secret society ringing the Atlantic Ocean, waiting, and listening to us… with its tape recorder clams.

Last week, Irregular Times writer Peregrin Wood wrote about a super-secure space mission dedicated to releasing microscopic animals called tardigrades into the deep, cold, empty, irradiated vacuum of outer space. Peregrin Wood promised that “Any time now, scientists will examine the water bears that were retrieved from the vacuum of outer space, and look to see if they are still alive.”

Oh, how naive.

Four days later now, and the report on the tardigrades from outer space is, dare I say, a little bit tardy.

What are they trying to hide? More importantly, what are they really trying to do, exposing the tardigrades to the cosmic radiation of outer space? Anyone who has read a Fantastic 4 comic book can imagine the implications of super-powered little microscopic animals unleashed on the world.

A dictator with that kind of power could rule the world. No one would have the power to resist. Is that what this space mission was really all about? Designing a new tardigrade biological weapon to enable the wicked people behind the scenes to make us all slaves?

The lead researcher on the Tardigrades In Space project, K. Ingemar Jönsson, has not answered these questions. How convenient. I wonder why? Could it be that no one has bothered to translate the phrase, “None dare call it a tardigrade conspiracy” into Swedish?

They call it “The Curse of Machu Picchu”. Oh, of course the academics and the newspaper reporters who write about their “mainstream” so-called findings won’t use that term.

It doesn’t take an advanced degree in paleontological microbiology to see that something is rather fishy about the death of Gene Savoy, the archaeologist who made a career out of discovering ancient lost cities in Peru, at sites such as Gran Pajaten, Gran Saposoa and Gran Vilaya.

Notice something in common about these ancient lost cities? They all begin with the word “Gran”, which my sources tell me is the ancient Incan word for “curse”.

So we come to the Curse of Machu Picchu. True, Gene Savoy did not discover Machu Picchu, but he did go there after it was discovered, and was linked with the original explorer of Machu Picchu, contaminated with a form of curse-by-association that locals call “appacaboyo”.

Too bad for Mr. Savoy that he never stopped to consider that the lost cities of the Incas were lost for a reason. Savoy’s son, who denies the rumors of a curse, admits that his father befell many disasters while attempting to unearth that which the tropical rainforests had reclaimed.

Gene Savoy contracted deadly diseases, was bitten by poisonous snakes, and chased by angry indigenous soldiers, all while working to uncover the secret cities of darkest Peru. Now, Gene Savoy has died.

Coincidence? If you believe that, I’ve got a lost city in Peru to sell you at a rock bottom price.