Reply #272: Commies, Jean Dixon Right Wing Whacko, Prophesier of Dem Assassinations and FBI Stooge

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This one meanders a bit I freely admit...



I find all of the following very interesting although I don't really have any main stream links to news sources at the moment...

Newspaper columnist Jeane Dixon claimed to be a psychic and became famous after predicting the assassination of President Kennedy. Soothsayer Jeane Dixon helped the FBI fight leftist campus agitators during the 1960s by secretly serving as the bureau's mouthpiece, according to her FBI file, which was obtained by APBnews.com. Dixon -- who vaulted to fame when credited with foretelling President John F. Kennedy's death in office -- was one of the nation's highest profile psychics when she died of a heart attack in 1997. Her FBI file, obtained under the Freedom of Information Act, also documents a brazen extortion attempt against her, a cozy relationship with J. Edgar
http://www.commvergemag.com/commverge/letters/psychic-jeane-dixon-was-fbi-stooge.htm

JEANE & THE G-MEN
Jeane Dixon’s FBI file chronicles the Dixons’ long relationship with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

James and Jeane knew J Edgar Hoover socially, and the Bureau’s Washington Field Office “had liaison with the James L Dixon Company, which… rented property to Soviet-bloc personnel”. In 1966, however, Jeane asked to be “furnished material by the Bureau on an extremely confidential basis, which she might utilise in her speeches to combat the influence that “left-wing agitators are seeking to exert on the youth of the US”. Dixon did not want to be accused of being a mouthpiece for the agency, so the material would be presented “in such a manner that it cannot be attributed to the FBI”. <1> Hoover approved the request and provided “public source background information” about groups involved in campus disturbances. <2> Four years later, she wrote to the FBI about a tenant who was operating “some sort of Communistic Press” <3> then phoned a few days after that, fearing for her safety.

Jeane was scheduled to speak in Greenwood, Mississippi, on 22 January 1970, when a telegram arrived from the “Greenwood movement” informing her that the audience would be segregated and asking for “verification of delivery” of the message. She interpreted the request as an implied threat from a “militant” and asked the FBI for protection, but they suggested she contact the Greenwood police department. <4>

The file also contains information about an attempt at blackmailing Dixon, <5> newspaper clippings of her predictions with discussion and comments by agents, material from the Children to Children Foundation, and suggest­ions that the FBI investigate Dixon (“this gal should be checked on”). <6> There’s a letter to Louisiana’s Senator Hale Boggs that explains how the Gideon Bible’s “daily bible reading calendar” links together the assassinations of John and Robert Kennedy, the Rosicrucians, the Ku Klux Klan, the Masons, the Mafia, and Charlie Brown (Snoopy’s owner). Dixon is mentioned repeatedly since she has “marked all of our Democrat Leaders for murder or bodily harm”. And there are references to a manuscript, “PREMEDITATED MURDER BY PROPHECY, ANd Jeane L. Dixon, an alleged ‘divine’ prophetess plays a major role”, <7> which is not included.

A year later, Senator Boggs’s plane vanished over Alaska. Coincidence?
http://www.forteantimes.com/features/articles/1520/psychic_in_the_white_house.html

In a 1971 letter to Hoover and Sen. Hale Boggs, one disgruntled conspiracy theorist claims that Dixon, through partisan bloodlust, "has been permitted to mark all of our Democrat Leaders sic for bodily harm. She has marked Ted Kennedy for murder over and over again ... and has everybody thinking kill, kill, kill." "I am requesting an official investigation into the actions of Mrs. Jeane L. Dixon," the letter concludes. In 1971, after Dixon revealed that there was a spy highly placed in the U.S. government who reported directly to Russia, several government informants sent the article directly to Hoover. "Why don't you ask her who it is?" one alert citizen wrote Hoover. There is, in Dixon's file, no record of what action the FBI director took.
http://www.commvergemag.com/commverge/letters/psychic-jeane-dixon-was-fbi-stooge.htm

FBI Psychic blames the societal problems of the 60s on Commies...as a friend of Hoover, No Surprise there

And she touched off a flurry of internal memos at the FBI with a 1969 National Enquirer article claiming that four Soviet leaders "instigated, financed, and controlled" student uprisings and race riots in the United States. "While we have no information as that referred to by Jeane Dixon," reads a bureau memo by C.D. Brennan, "we felt it necessary to note Communist participation in international peace groups including those from the Soviet Union, the U.S. and other nations." But in a handwritten note at the bottom of Brennan's memo, Hoover defends Dixon's basic conclusions."

More of Jeane's predictions of deaths of Democrats, Hollywood Liberals and Commies here:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2110805/jeane_dixon_psychic_was_adviser_to.html?cat=37

This line from above interests me:
"James and Jeane knew J Edgar Hoover socially, and the Bureau’s Washington Field Office “had liaison with the James L Dixon Company, which… rented property to Soviet-bloc personnel”."

Jeane Dixon's husband was renting in Washington D.C. to Soviet-Bloc personnel??? What does that mean? Was she and her husband tied in with Russians in the nations political capitol?

As back then under Hoover, as today.... FBI targetting ANTIWAR MAINSTREET AMERICA instead of CRIMINALS
In other news, the FBI is going apeshit on Antiwar protestors of all people. How about cracking that 9/11 case FBI? Or finding out what those Turkish spies were doing in the FBI before they skipped town to Europe???? Or maybe telling us all why you followed RUSSIANS SPIES AROUND THE USA FOR 10 YEARS SINCE 2001 WITHOUT BUSTING THEM?!?!? Don't hold your breath waiting for answers from the FBI... the FBI like the rest of the fucking U.S. government is not working to protect "AMERICANS" anymore. It is part of the elite protectorate working for THE RICH, be they foreign or domestic... to hell with the American people or the regular citizens of any other country for that matter.

The FBI has executed several search warrants (aka breaking down people’s doors) in Minneapolis and Chicago as part of an investigation into a handful of anti-war protest organizers on allegations of, we kid you not, “activities connected to the material support of terrorism.”

The searches, which critics claim were politically motivated, occurred Friday morning. Agents seized electronics, photographs, address books and letters.
http://www.truthdig.com/eartotheground/item/fbi_searches_anti-war_protesters_homes_20100925/

FBI, WHY DON'T YOU GO ROUND UP THIS TRAITOROUS PIECE OF SHIT FOR OUTING AN AMERICAN INTELLIGENCE AGENT???


OR A FEW OF THESE ASSHOLES FOR ALLOWING THE SELLOUT OF THE USA TO THE CHINESE AND OTHER FOREIGN CORPORATIONS???:


OR THESE TWO FOR BANKRUPTING THE USA AND GETTING A FEW MILLION IRAQIS AND A FEW THOUSAND AMERICANS KILLED OVER A FUCKING PACK OF LIES THEY COOKED UP OVER A BUNCH OF BLOODY OIL MAPS???


IN OTHER NEWS REPUBLICAN TRAITORS VOTE TO OUTSOURCE MORE AMERICAN JOBS

GOP blocks Democrats' jobs outsourcing bill
Republicans call it nothing more than a pre-election political ploy.

The Democratic bill would have ended certain tax breaks for companies expanding overseas while giving new tax incentives to businesses bringing jobs home.
http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2010/09/28/gop-blocks-democrats-jobs-outsourcing-bill/

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS BLACKWATER THUGS REMIND AMERICANS OF ONE OF THE MANY POSSIBLE EXPLANATIONS FOR WHY AMERICAN POLITICIANS KEEP SELLING OUT THE USA TO FOREIGN INTERESTS SUCH AS CHINA:

Total Intelligence and TRC also provided intelligence assessments on China to Deutsche Bank. "The Chinese technical counterintelligence threat is one of the highest in the world," a TRC analyst wrote, adding, "Many four and five star hotel rooms and restaurants are live-monitored with both audio and video" by Chinese intelligence. He also said that computers, PDAs and other electronic devices left unattended in hotel rooms could be cloned. Cellphones using the Chinese networks, the analyst wrote, could have their microphones remotely activated, meaning they could operate as permanent listening devices. He concluded that Deutsche Bank reps should "bring no electronic equipment into China." Warning of the use of female Chinese agents, the analyst wrote, "If you don't have women coming onto you all the time at home, then you should be suspicious if they start coming onto you when you arrive in China." For these and other services, the bank paid Total Intelligence $70,000 in 2009.
http://www.thenation.com/article/154739/blackwaters-black-ops?page=0,1

Wonder how many years THAT has been going on...


THREE CLASSIC ALL "AMERICAN" AMERICA WRECKERS

CHINA AND BLACKMAIL

This should probably be it owns thread....and take, the following with a grain of salt because i can't find mainstream sources any where for these, but there is a China thread here I found interesting:

Pettie's Washington D.C. based "Blackmail" Intelligence group, the "Finders" and China links:

Under Varga's instructions, Pettie recruited a network of agents in Europe,
including Dr. Keith Arnold (recruited in Paris in 1958) who he accompanied to
Moscow in 1959 or 1960. Arnold, currently based in Hong Kong with the Roche
Foundation, has made over 40 trips to mainland China and has stayed in contact
with Pettie.
http://www.mail-archive.com/[e-mail]/msg00344.html

Several telex messages were also found in the warehouse. One such telex ordered the purchase of two children in Hong Kong to be arranged through a contact in the Chinese Embassy. There was a file called "Pentagon Break-in," and references to activities in Moscow, Hong Kong, China, Malaysia, North Vietnam, North Korea, Africa, London, Germany, "Europe" and the Bahamas. Other documents identified interests in high-tech transfers to the United Kingdom, numerous properties under the control of the Finders, interest in terrorism, explosives, and the evasion of law enforcement. The warehouse also had a video room, apparently used for indoctrination.
http://www.mail-archive.com/[e-mail]/msg119954.html

Pentagon Ignores Those Among it's Staff Buying Child Porn from Foreign Countries... CAN YOU SAY NATIONAL SECURITY BREACH?

WASHINGTON — A major federal investigation has found that dozens of military officials and defense contractors, including some with top-level security clearances, allegedly bought and downloaded child pornography on private or government computers.

The Pentagon on Friday released investigative reports spanning almost a decade that implicated individuals working with agencies handling some of the nation's most closely guarded secrets, including the National Security Agency and the National Reconnaissance Office, which operates U.S. spy satellites.

Defense workers who purchased child porn put the Department of Defense, "the military and national security at risk by compromising computer systems, military installations and security clearances," a 2007 investigative report said.

...

The suspects also put the Defense Department "at risk of blackmail, bribery, and threats," one report added. The reports, however, do not point to any specific security breaches.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/23/pentagon-child-porn-scand_n_656839.html

A DECADE? No shit. So that would be about the year 2000 or 2001 when the PENTAGON DID NOTHING ON 9/11 EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE WARNED FOR MONTHS SOMETHING WAS COMING.



DEFENSE CONTRACTORS, PEDOPHILES, PATRIOTS & CHINA, TENNESSEE, & STORIES ABOUT BLACKMAILED POLITICIANS AND MIND CONTROLLED SLAVES...READ, BUT TAKE THIS GUY WITH A BIG GRAIN OF SALT... HIS TIES TO CHINA AND HIS "BLACKMAIL BOOK" ABOUT AMERICAN POLITICIANS ARE WHAT I FIND INTERESTING

TRANCE
FORMATION OF AMERICA
TRANCE Formation of America is the documented autobiography
of a victim of government mind control Cathy O’Brien is the only vocal and
recovered survivor of the Central Intelligence Agency’s MK-Ultra Project
Monarch mind control operation.

...

My name is Marquart (Mark) Ewing Phillips, born May 17, 1943 in
Nashville, Tennessee, I have no criminal record and I have never been
adjudged insane, I am not a scholar, professional writer, or mental health
physician.

...

As tbe employee of a DOD subcontractor with
exposure to mind-control research, I was required to sign an oath of secrecy.
To this day I am restricted by law from revealing certain specific information
that directly pertained to my employment as, among other “sensitive”
exposures, a U.S. DOD subcontractor in mind-control research.

...

Months later, with business and marketing plans in ray briefcase and a
demonstration model of the proposed product in hand,Houston and I boarded
an airplane to Hong Kong. We were met upon arrival by a tall, well-dressed,
Korean gentleman who introduced himself as William Yoon. He owned an
international shipping company. His ships carried practically everything from
scrap metal to Chinese silkworm missiles all over the world,
Mr. Yoon, as he preferred to be called, in keeping with Far Eastern
protocol, was interested in negotiating a joint venture company with his friends
in the most populated nation on Earth, The People’s Republic of China. All
arrangements had been made by Mr. Yoon’s staff for Houston, myself, and him
to fly to Beijing the following day to begin negotiations with the Mining
Ministry. After several days of exhausting discussions through an interpreter
almost entirely between myself and the deputy director of the Chinese Mining
Ministry, it appeared as though we had a workable deal.
An elegant banquet was ordered by our gracious Chinese hosts, and it was
there I learned that the Mining Ministry was a part of the Chinese Ministry of
Defense. Feelings of patriotism welled up in me for the first time in my life. I
was aware that China was engaged in supplying missiles to Libya, a Middle
Eastern country with whom the U.S. was in conflict. The Chinese were
swapping missiles and other weapons for cheap Libyan light crude oil. The
Chinese were about the only country in the world who dared defy the Reagan
Administration’s trade embargo. These fleeting thoughts of being involved with
the Chinese military felt treasonous to me. Although uncomfortable with the
idea of a business venture with such potential for political disaster, I reminded
myself that hundreds of other U.S. companies were already in China. Houston
refused to discuss the subject.
During the return flight from Beijing to Hong Kong, I confided my patriotic
concerns to Mr. Yoon knowing that he would soon become my business
partner. He eloquently relieved my fears of potential disaster with a
complicated explanation that made sense at the time. This man politely
informed me that we could not lose money as he and I would have interim
control over all product sales revenue generated outside of China, By Chinese
law for joint venture companies, 60% of all manufactured product must go
outside China.
Houston and I returned to Tennessee and I briefly met his wife, Cathy, for
the first time when she greeted us at the gate. She appeared to me to be young,
beautiful, very dumb, and dressed like a prostitute. I paced my walk to be
several steps away from her as we headed to the baggage claim area.
Within a few weeks of this visit, a delegation of Chinese electrical engineers
and finance experts were flown to our Tennessee office for more negotiations
and to collect technical production data (we held) for future manufacturing
purposes.
Soon after the delegation departed for China, I received a mysterious phone
call from someone at the U.S. Department of State, aka the State Department.
It seems someone in my Chinese delegation had earlier been refused entry into
this country due to his being identified as an international weapons supplier for
terrorists. This telephone voice assured me that there were no problems that
would arise and that this information was not to be publicized. I thanked him
and assured him the information was secure.
A couple of months later, my new Hong Kong partner, Mr. Yoon, invited
me, my wife, Houston and his wife, Cathy, to come to China for the official
signing of the Chinese joint venture agreement. When I asked Houston if he
and his wife would attend, he flatly replied, “No”. He had already booked his
“act” and could not cancel. I then offered to escort his wife and mine to China.
He responded “no” again, that it was too far and too expensive for a pleasure
trip. I was relieved because I had already learned enough of the Chinese language
to know our partners did not like or respect him, and Cathy’s demeanor
embarrassed me. I later learned that Houston’s “gig” was to “trancesport”/
transport Cathy and little Kelly to the infamous Bohemian Grove for
prostitution.
My trip to China with all the pomp and circumstance went well as expected,
even though my wife and I were in the process of separating for a divorce.
However, just before I was prepared to return to the U.S., I received some
extraordinary information from a man who showed me Chinese Ministry of
Defense credentials that gained my full and complete attention. This man was
in possession of a file on me that could have only been gained through a
thorough investigation of my past professional associations. His English skills
were only strong enough to roughly, nervously translate some of the file’s content.
This man had photographic proof of a U.S. Department of Defense
security clearance I once held. He acknowledged that the “Chinese knew all
about me”. Thoughts of blackmail raced across my mind. These thoughts
instantly disappeared when he began to voice his government’s true concerns.
Their concerns were about Alex Houston and his involvement with the CIA,
drugs, money laundering, child prostitution, and the big one he saved for last,
slavery. No mention of mind control was offered, although he did comment
that Houston was a “very bad man” and his crimes were “of the White House”.
Disbelief was in order but not possible, due to the wide array of “Eyes Only”
stamped and initialed (official) CIA letterhead and U.S. Government documents
he slowly flashed before my eyes.
My first response to this “officer” was that Houston was too stupid and
crooked to be connected to U.S. “intelligence”. This comment was quickly
countered with a gut wrenching photograph of Houston. He was smiling a
demonic grin while apparently having anal sex with a small, very young,
frightened Black boy. Later he was identified to me as being Haitian.
When confronted with this horrific information and the apparent validity of
it, I asked, “What do you (your government) want me to do?”
He replied, “Get rid of him, distance yourself from him and all of his
associates”.
I responded by asking him how he thought I could accomplish this task. He
stated, “Any way you choose”. I told him that regardless of what he had seen
of American television concerning violence, the only way I knew was to force
him out by purchasing his company stock, and I needed money to do it. He
said, “Give us the figure and make the arrangements. It is done.”
I had returned to Tennessee with a Chinese government contract for
products valued at thirty-one million dollars. Stapled to it was a telex letter of
credit made out to me and the company from Houston’s bank connection the
New York branch of the now infamous Bank of Credit and Commerce
International (B.C.C.I.). The amount was one million dollars in U.S. funds.
The contract was worth approximately ten million dollars in gross profit for Mr.
Yoon and me.
Given the charge by the Chinese to immediately discharge Houston of his
duties, I knew exactly what my plan of action would have to be. Any other
approach to resolving this problem could backfire and all would be lost. And
since a former, indirect employer of mine (when I worked for Capital
International Airways), the CIA, was implicated, I knew one mistake and it
could cost me my life. A comforting thought prevailed and I reminded myself
Houston was not only corrupt, but stupid. The CIA must not have respected
him either. Otherwise why would he have had to go outside his circle of
powerful perverts to recruit me for an international business deal.
I drove to my office to begin the process of discovering something Houston
“must have done” that would breach the performance contract he and I had
signed when we started the company. Houston was out of town supposedly
doing one of his entertainment gigs, so I had complete, unobstructed access to
all files, his included. As I had mentally predicted during the long flight from
Hong Kong, the entire ferreting process took about fifteen minutes. It seemed
that Houston and the old acquaintance who had introduced him to me were, as
they say, “selling out the back door”. I collected the shipping bills and,
ironically enough, the bank deposit slip Houston had retained when he cashed
and deposited the customer’s check. There was even a letter copy where
Houston had specifically instructed the customer not to discuss his account with
anyone at our company other than Houston himself or bis pervert friend, Ray
Myers. Upon this discovery, I phoned the local Korean lawyer (whose business
card I had been given by Mr. Yoon while in Hong Kong) to begin the stock
transfer process. With pleasure, 1 wrote Houston’s letter of resignation.
With this problem in the process of being resolved, I left the office to visit
an old, dear friend (now deceased) who had maintained powerful U.S. and
foreign intelligence connections. I needed answers 1 could trust with my life.
This “retired” Air Force General from the Intelligence division would be my
source.
The word “slavery” delivered in broken English by the Chinese Intelligence
officer shouted in my ears during the short drive to a local hotel lobby, a
comfortable place my “spook” pal selected for us to talk in private. In the few
short minutes of the drive, I had my questions (for him) mentally noted. I
wanted so much to gain the most from our meeting. The slavery word had
triggered a dark question in my mind, blocking other constructive thought, as I
was not comfortable with introducing the term mind control into my
presentation. I knew 1 could speak freely about anything to this trusted friend.
I wanted desperately to avoid the words mind control, not for reasons of
comdemnation, but because they represented a secret I had patriotically maintained
for twenty years.
After my arrival and the light chit chat of social niceties had been exchanged
between us, the air changed to one of seriousness. I briefed him on my business
involvement, and began a methodical line of questions concerning the file the
Chinese Intelligence officer had presented on me and, especially, on Houston:
shortly, my friend interrupted me in mid-sentence, smiled a toothy grin, and
said, “Flash, you’re still the same, and you know damn well what I mean.”
“Yes”, I replied.
The spook was referring to a ’70s rock ballad titled “Still the Same” by
singer Bob Segar that was assigned to me years earlier by mutual poker-playing
buddies who identified with my passion for successful risk-taking. I despised
gambling. My passion was “risk management” and poker gave me a
recreational outlet for it. Although my friends each paid dearly, they soon
learned my poker strategy was not so much “card counting” as it was my ability
to read their body language. This included the micromuscle spasm responses
around their eyes, Houston also lost to me at cards. The message the General
was implying, roughly translated, was that I was once again “lucky as hell” to
have survived my brief business relationship with Alex Houston.
The discussion went down hill from that point directly into the dreaded
arena of mind control. After several minutes of listening to details concerning a
huge, invisible CIA slave trade going on world wide, the talk became more
regionalized to Tennessee. I learned that Cathy and her little girl were victims
of trauma-based mind control. They were slaves and the “soul” property of my
Uncle Sam. I learned that everything 1 knew in theory and application about
external control of the mind was fully operational and encroaching on the
private sector of society.
I was growing numb. The first words out of my dry mouth were, “How
would you spring these people out of it?”
He smiled and said, “I wouldn’t! What are you going to do with them if
you did get them out?” Before I could answer, he interrupted and said, “Look,
you’re still the same, but nothing else is with Uncle. Now most of the CIA,
FBI, and the MOB (Mafia) are the same, and they’re making their moves on the
military.”
I responded, “I already know that, but how do I save these two people?”
He said, “OK. Get the mother on the phone while her handler is gone. Use
the usual hang up code of dial and ring twice, hang up call back, ring once,
hang up and call back. Tell her you’re God, Give her a biblical passage.
They’re all Christian based programmed around here.”
Understanding that this procedure would gain Cathy’s full attention, the
General continued, “She’ll do anything, and I mean anything—except toast
Houston—that you command her to do. Remember, God commands. Find
yourself a preacher who knows the Bible and get a double-bind verse. You
know what to do—for God’s sake. And, listen, if you do this, you’re on your
own.”
“Mark, this is nuts,” he pleaded. Go to China and take them with you,
Forget about this Red, While and Blue cesspool. It’ll clean up. There’s lots of
good guys in the inside busting their asses to stop this mess, but you’re not
going to save the world.”
I injected, “No, just my ass and a couple of people who Uncle considers
something other than human,” Then we briefly chatted about some fine points
of the rescue and how to legally stop Houston from taking her back. I never
saw this friend again.
Walking back to my car, I listened again in my mind to his haunting words.
and my own life suddenly seemed like a scratched phonograph record with the
needle following the same groove over and over again. The thoughts in my
head were suddenly very unpatriotic – a far cry from the feelings I had expressed
in China concerning Mr. Yoon’s involvement in shipping Chinese missiles to
Libya.
Now I felt pure rage for what my country had become during the years after
I had bowed out of doing defense work. For once my own mind seemed to be
my worst enemy. Hatred for everything consumed me,
I loved what my country had once represented to me, but now I was
ashamed to be an American. And unbeknownst to me at the moment, soon I
would be ashamed of being a male, based on Cathy and Kelly’s memories.
During the long, usually boring drive to my secluded house in the
wilderness southwest of Nashville, I distinctly recall considering the inherent
risks in the formula I was given for “stealing” two slaves from under the cokefilled
noses of the CIA. My concerns were not of whether I could do it, but
related to my friend’s question of, “What are you going to do with them?”
My thoughts went blank as I muttered to myself, “Life is getting complicated
again”, I then consoled myself with the old adage of “first things
first”.
Within a few days, I had played God and coordinated the move of Cathy
and her 8-year-old daughter, Kelly, out of Houston’s house into a nearby
apartment. All of this was totally unbeknownst to Houston. As instructed, I
had deliberately placed the powerful coded suggestions into Cathy’s mind.
These commands partially bridged her own amnestic true perceptions that Alex
was going to kill her. Little did I know that the message I was provided to
block Houston’s former control of her was true.
Cathy and Kelly seemed to me to be very disoriented and somewhat
disconnected from reality. In their new, sparsely furnished kitchen, I listened
quietly to Caihy excitedly explain that “God had sent me” to her. She “knew”
this was true because her hands seemed to automatically open her King James
version of the Holy Bible to Psalm, Chapter 37, verse 37, which proclaims for
the literal minded, “Mark, the perfect man”.
Not only had I placed this biblical reference by a covert suggestion in her
mind while playing God on the phone, but just now in her home moments
earlier, I had broken the spine on her Bible so that it would “magically” open to
that page. She said, “See, God did it again for you to see”.
Using a deprogrammer’s language trick, I replied in a “reversed” response,
“Well, I’ll be damned. You are right. That’s the only explanation left—that
could explain all this”, I was anxious to change the subject so as not to risk
alerting any one of her observant personalities to my well contained laughter.
http://www.scribd.com/doc/2448066/Cathy-OBrien-Mark-Philips-Trance-Formation-of-America2