From the Wilderness (Mike Ruppert)

NEWSLETTER
#84
August 27, 2006

Mike Ruppert's
Harrowing and
Heroic Flight to Freedom (or Flight from Justice, or Reassignment, or
Whatever the Case May Be)
http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/nwsltr84.html

A
growing number of you have written to inquire whether
I will be commenting on the dramatic 'flight
to freedom' by the rather constipated looking gentleman to the left.
(You can find Ruppert's rant posted here http://www.fromthewilderness.com/free/ww3/081606_burning_bridge.shtml,
and re-posted at just about every fake dissident site on the 'net,
including: http://vancouver.indymedia.org/?q=node/2235,
http://www.federalobserver.com/archive.php?aid=10848,
http://www.progressiveindependent.com/dc/dcboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=103&topic_id=22660&mesg_id=22660,
http://www.fourwinds10.com/NewsServer/ArticleFunctions/ArticleDetails.php?ArticleID=10497,
http://www.axisoflogic.com/artman/publish/printer_22797.shtml,
http://www.radicalpress.com/?p=110,
http://www.pscelebrities.com/alice/2006/08/by-light-of-burning-bridge-permanent.html,
http://forums.ariannaonline.com/showthread.php?t=45794,
http://plutonium-page.dailykos.com/storyonly/2006/8/20/175819/646,
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=103x229778,
http://www.rense.com/general73/ces.htm,
http://www.uncommonthought.com/mtblog/archives/2006/08/18/by_the_light_of.php,
http://www.axisoflogic.com/artman/publish/article_22797.shtml,
http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0608/S00201.htm,
http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2006/08/344643.shtml,
http://www.conspiracyplanet.com/channel.cfm?channelid=2&contentid=3862,
and http://onlinejournal.com/artman/publish/article_1120.shtml,)

And the
answer, of course, is how could I not comment on it? It's
obviously a huge story, threatening to eclipse even the Jon-Benet
Ramsey/John Karr saga. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Karr was
ultimately charged with the vandalism of the From the Bilderbergs offices. "But
wait a minute," you say, "Karr was in Thailand at the time of the
alleged break-in at the From the
Bilderbergs offices. I doubt if he could even find Ashland,
Oregon on a map. They can't possibly pin it on him. That would be
ridiculous."

Oh, dear readers, you have so much to learn. Anyway, as I started to
say, Ruppert's "Goodbye, cruel
nation" rant is, without question, the funniest thing that he has ever
written. In fact, it is the funniest thing I can remember reading for
quite some time. I
would add that it is also the most paranoid and delusional thing he has
ever
written, but I don't believe for a second that Ruppert actually
believes the
bullshit that he feeds to his readers.

So the buzz on the streets is that the real reason for Ruppert's sudden
exodus from the country was not that staying here
"would surely mean death," but that he was being investigated on
suspicion of having staged the 'burglary' at his new offices in Ashland
and he was facing
possible arrest and, with that arrest, full exposure as the complete
asshat and
fraud that he is now and has always been.

The word is that
Ruppert’s From the
Bilderbergs empire has not been faring so well of late:
subscribers, no longer duped by Ruppert's obvious lies,
are dropping like flies; book and DVD sales are down; and the constant
pleas
for donations just aren’t bringing in the truckloads of cash like they
used to. So the prevailing theory is
that Ruppert, in a desperate attempt to keep his empire afloat, staged
the ‘burglary’
of his offices to raise some cash, possibly through insurance payouts
and, most
obviously, by portraying Ruppert as a victim once again in yet another
craven
attempt to pry more money loose from his ever-shrinking base of
followers. His
next trick, I hear, will be to inform his readers that he needs to
raise a
million dollars by the end of the year or God will call him home.

In addition to
generating
sympathy (and therefore money) for Ruppert, the staged “burglary” also
serves to further bolster his ‘street
cred,’ so to speak. After all, if the government has been working so
hard for
so many years to silence this man, then what he has to say must surely
be of
supreme importance ... right? That is what Ruppert would have you
believe, which is precisely why he routinely rolls out a
laundry list of sins allegedly committed against himself and his
organization,
and why he has, at various times, accused virtually everyone he has
ever
employed of being a government agent (that part, by the way, is
probably true; it
would hardly be surprising to find that a covert government operation
that
is currently housed in a government building is staffed by government
agents).

Ruppert does not own
the
exclusive rights, by the way, to the tactic of fabricating instances of
government harassment for the purpose of bolstering one’s credibility.
It is an
all too common phenomenon out here in the cyberworld, though I have to
say that no one
seems to play that card as frequently, or with as much panache, as our
boy Mike.

As far as I can
determine at this time,
it has not been verified that Ruppert is the prime suspect in the
staged “burglary”
(unfortunately, the Ashland Police Department declined to comment on
the case, citing a department policy that forbids commenting on ongoing
investigations), but that seems to be a far more plausible explanation
for
his abrupt departure than Mikey's breathless claim that he was facing
an
"imminent threat of death." Indeed,
a careful reading of Ruppert's rambling, melodramatic diatribe yields
clues
that seem to support the theory that Sir Mike did indeed stage the
scene at his
offices.

For example, he writes that it "is almost certain that the burglary
[Editor's note: nothing was actually stolen, so it is unclear why
Ruppert always refers to the incident as a burglary]
was perpetrated, at minimum, based
upon inside information provided by recently
fired or resigned FTW staff members." It doesn't take a Sherlock Holmes
to
deduce that this is little more than an attempt, albeit a rather
pathetic one, to preemptively spin the coming
revelation that the staged "burglary" was in fact an inside job – but
one committed by disgruntled former employees, of course, and not the
boss
himself.

In what appears to be a further effort to exonerate himself, Ruppert
tries to
sell the idea that this crime had to have been committed by multiple
perpetrators.
Amazingly enough, he actually lays out the following laughably absurd
claims:
"There are between eight and twelve screws that need to be removed to
take
the cover off of each of our computers. There were seven computers, and
every
one had their covers removed before being smashed. This was not a
one-man job.
Someone with computer savvy was involved."

Damn, Mike, you are
quite the cut-up, aren't you? Someone with computer
savvy was involved? I think that what was probably involved was one
guy with a
cordless screwdriver. Even if the FTB computers had covers held in
place by
eight to twelve screws, unlike any computers that I have ever seen (my
current
computer has exactly one screw holding on the cover, and it is a thumb
screw that can be quickly removed without the use of tools), it would
take one person with a cordless
driver and no computer savvy approximately 15 seconds to open each
machine. With
a manual screwdriver, it might take as long as a full minute.

Ruppert goes on to make additional claims that are, if anything, even
more preposterous: "Each computer had been disconnected from its
monitor and
peripherals. That was three to six connections per computer. This feat
would
have taken one person hours, and it would have been physically
exhausting."

Please stop it, Mike! You’ve almost got me in tears here! Do you write
all your
own material? Have you considered auditioning for "Last Comic
Standing"? Seriously, dude, you should think about it because you are
one
funny motherfucker.

Speaking hypothetically, if I am a vandal
bent on sabotaging the offices of FTB,
I'm probably not going to bother with the
niceties of properly disconnecting all the computer peripherals; I'm
just going to grab
a handful of cables and give them a good yank. It's probably going to
take
about, oh, two seconds to disconnect each machine. And come to think of
it,
that's kind of irrelevant anyway, because I'm not going to even take
the time
to disconnect the peripherals, nor am I going to then transport the
machines to
a vacant portion of the office, nor am I going to carefully remove the
outer
covers. No, what I am going to do is trash as much stuff as I can in
the
shortest amount of time. And I'm going to do that by just whaling on
the
computers and all their peripherals right where they sit, because in
the time
that it would take me to disconnect, relocate and open the machines, I
can pretty
much trash everything – including the desks they sit on. And it
wouldn't take
very long at all. I don't know that I'd even bother with the sledge
hammer, to tell you the truth. I'm thinking I could just pour a little
gas or something on the computers and light them up. Hell, I might as
well burn up everything. But if I did go to all the trouble of
disconnecting and
removing all the machines, and I am, according to Ruppert, a
methamphetamine addict, then I’m
sure as hell not going to carry the machines into an empty room and
(pretend to) destroy them No, I’m going to carry them
right out to my car, along with anything else of value that I can find,
and I’m
going to sell everything for drug money. Vandalizing local businesses
for no financial gain? That doesn't do much for me. Stealing stuff to
pawn for drug money is what I'm all about.

Ruppert seems to realize that various parts of his story are inherently
ridiculous, so he tosses out the claim that the computers were taken to
a
vacant portion of the building so that there would be "plenty of room
to
swing the hammers." It is perfectly obvious, however, that you don't
need
much room at all to swing a sledge hammer with enough force to destroy
the
delicate electronics of a computer. In fact, you don't need a sledge
hammer at all. You can achieve the same effect by just picking the
thing up and hurling it down on the ground (try it at home with your
own computer and then compare the end result with the photos
on Ruppert's site and you'll see what I mean). The only reasonable
explanation for the
machines being carefully disconnected and transported to a vacant
portion of
the office was to avoid damage to the peripherals and the desks that
they sat
on, which seems to me to be a pretty clear indication that this
"burglary" was not the work of outside actors.

Ruppert tosses out some more alleged facts that are clearly intended to
direct
suspicion away from himself. He claims, for example, while offering no
supporting evidence, that he suspects "that a minimum of two sledge
hammers were used." He also claims that "one door to a storage area
which held no computers at all was needlessly smashed," the implication
clearly being that he couldn't possibly be the perpetrator since he
would have
obviously known that there was no point in breaking into that
particular room.
But so presumably would the 'real' perpetrators, since Ruppert has
already told
us that they were working with "insider information."

Mikey also poses the question of "who could have missed my Blue and
Gold,
1996 Ford Bronco? It stands out like a sore thumb. And I could hardly
have
walked a block or two with a sledge hammer over my shoulder without
risking
being noticed." Now, I don't know if Ruppert is really this
stupid or if he just thinks that his readers are, but his rather bold
proclamations are directly contradicted by what Mikey himself wrote in
the very
same paragraph, when he noted that his offices are in a "quiet business
park that was always abandoned after
sunset." How then could Ruppert's
vehicle stand out like a sore thumb when, by his own account, there
would have
been no one there to see it?

There is so much more
in
Ruppert's ten-page screed that is ripe for ridicule. For example, Iron
Mike
claims that three “mobile squatters” who regularly parked their mobile
homes by
his offices at night were potential witnesses to the crime. He further
claims
that, “About a week after the burglary, I noticed the Ashland Police
Department
towing away one of the mobile squatters.” But if Ruppert really
believed this (fictional)
person to be a potential witness, then why wouldn’t Mike himself have
approached and questioned the potential witness during the week before
he was allegedly
towed away? Ruppert is, after all, a former police investigator
himself, so he
does have some experience with questioning witnesses.

Also begging for
ridicule is
Ruppert’s audacious and wildly inappropriate claim that the staged
"burglary"
represented his own personal Kristalnacht. And then there is perhaps
his most
hilarious claim of all: "There were many poignant moments in the way we
put together and executed a plan to get me out of the country in just
18 days,
even as I noticed renewed and ominous surveillance around the office."

Gee, Mike, overdramatic much? There is, as it turns out, an expedited
procedure
for getting out of the country. Though little known, it involves
driving to the nearest
airport, walking up to a ticketing agent at the airline of your choice,
purchasing a ticket to your desired
destination, and then boarding an airplane (after, of course, disposing
of any potentially explosive water bottles). Perhaps Ruppert should try
that
technique next time. I've tried it myself and I can vouch for the fact
that it
really works. And by the way, that "renewed and ominous
surveillance" that Mike mentioned? I'm guessing that if that wasn't a
figment of his
imagination then it was probably the Ashland Police Department keeping
tabs
on their prime suspect.

While there is no
shortage of material in Ruppert's rant to mock and ridicule, there is
also,
alas, an aspect of this story that is not so funny, and that aspect,
despite
this lengthy intro, is the real focus of this newsletter.

Let me begin by stating that, except in the minds of a devoted few,
there is little reasonable doubt that Michael
Ruppert is, and always has been, a government agent. Everything about
the man - from his family and employment history to his stand
on numerous issues - points unwaveringly in that direction. His
assigned mission
for the last several years has been to unrelentingly push the lie of
'Peak
Oil,' while occasionally taking a break from that to do such things as
sabotage
the 9-11 movement and run interference for the government after Gary
Webb's
'suicide.'

It occurs to me, however, that Ruppert has lately become far more of a
liability than an asset in his role of disinformation peddler. His own
personal
credibility is at such a low point that it seems very likely that a
decision
was made that the 'Peak Oil' scam was far too important a mission to be
compromised
by allowing a buffoon like Ruppert to continue to serve as the most
vocal and
visible spokesman. In other words, the staged burglary was really just
the straw that broke the camel's back; even before that, it was
becoming clear that Ruppert needed to be shuffled off the stage
and reassigned so that more credible spokesmen could take up the 'Peak
Oil'
battle cry.

Mikey claims that he doesn't know where he will eventually take up
residence, but
for now he will be cooling his heels in Venezuela. This hardly seems a
random
choice. As readers are no doubt aware, Venezuela has been a hotbed of
covert
intelligence operations for many years now – election rigging, media
manipulation, coup plotting, assassinations ... all the usual "boys
will
be boys" kind of stuff. Funny then that a guy like Mike Ruppert would
show
up there, of all places, and at the very time that the CIA has
announced
the creation of a "new special CIA mission to oversee intelligence
activities"
in that particular country.  (http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=viewArticle&code=GOL20060820&articleId=3015)

If your primary goal,
by the
way, is to escape from CIA threats, harassment and intimidation, is it
really a good idea to
flee to a place that is absolutely teeming with CIA operatives? I'm not
sure that would be my choice, but maybe that's just me.

Anyway, I am reminded here of another time, some three-and-a-half
decades ago,
that a fake dissident journalist arrived in a South American country
that was
being targeted by the CIA. The last time I mentioned this gentleman's
name,
several years ago on a radio show, I found my in-box filled with
threats of
legal action, so I will be using pseudonyms here that, unfortunately,
will make
it virtually impossible for readers to figure out who I am talking
about.

So this other fake
dissident, let’s
call him “Marcooper,” arrived circa 1971 in a country that we will here
refer
to as "Chilly." At that time, Chilly was being run by a
democratically elected government that was at peace with its neighbors
and
working for the betterment of the country's have-nots. As such, the
decidedly
left-leaning administration was widely admired throughout Latin
America. But in
North America? Not so much.

Providing a better
life for the
Chillyan people, you see, came at the expense of the profit margins of
the American
corporations that run the economies of our Latin American neighbors. So
the CIA,
as is its custom, sent in a whole bunch of operatives to stir up
trouble,
eventually culminating in a bloody coup that overthrew the
democratically
minded government and replaced it with a brutal military dictatorship
that was
more to Washington’s liking.

While the stage was
being set
for the coup, along came our dissident journalist to cozy up to the
doomed
administration. By posing as a harsh critic of US foreign policy, he
was able
to infiltrate the inner circles of the Chillyan government. Needless to
say,
this provided him with an ideal position from which to facilitate the
coup, and
then walk away unscathed, unlike some of the legitimate dissident
Americans who
were in the country at the time.

If someone were to
attempt to
play the role of Marcooper down in Venezuela, one of the first things
they
would probably want to do is firmly establish their status as a critic
of US foreign
policy and, more specifically, as a friend of Venezuela. And how would
they do
that? One way would be to show a sudden interest, some four years after
the
fact, in posting information about the US-backed coup that briefly
toppled
Chavez. And that, by sheer coincidence, is exactly what Michael Ruppert
did, just three days after
posting his farewell to America (http://www.fromthewilderness.com/free/ww3/082106_proof_documents_summary.shtml).
Another thing an aspiring Marcooper might want to do, upon arrival in
Venezuela, is appeal for political asylum so as to get the attention of
the Chavez government. And that, again purely by coincidence, appears
to be exactly what Ruppert did (which would explain why he took a
roundabout route to Venezuela to make it appear as though he was forced
to sneak out of the US).

Only time will tell if Michael Ruppert is indeed in Venezuela as a man
on a mission. It is possible, I suppose, that he simply needed to get
the hell out of Dodge - due to the staged "burglary" incident, his
ongoing financial woes, and the sexual harassment suit that he has
responded to, from the safety of Venezuela, by viciously slandering and
snitch-jacketing the complainant - and so he picked a place that is
filled with friends from the intelligence community who can help him
get reestablished.

All that can be said with certainty is that, as Richard Nixon once
said, we won't have Mike Ruppert to kick around
anymore. But have no fear; there is no shortage of fake dissident
writers waiting to fill the void.

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