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A president's press conference for the ages

A Short Story by Jon Rappoport | nomorefakenews.com

Image by Anthony Freda | anthonyfreda.com

A week after his inauguration, the President of the United States was holding a press conference in the White House.

The three major networks were surprised that the President wanted to face reporters so quickly after moving into the Oval Office.

Standing at the lectern, with no notes, and with the teleprompter turned off, the President began:

“I’m surrounded by enemies, and that means you’re surrounded by them, too. These enemies are in my government.”

Immediately, the television feed was cut. Screens all over the world went black.

Thirty seconds passed.

The picture, quite grainy, and against a background of flickering shapes, came back. Viewers heard shouting in the press room. The President’s image wobbled.

He said:

“The Presidency is staged soap opera.”

Again, the feed was cut. This time, television screens displayed gray and white snow.

A few seconds later, there were rumbling sounds, later identified as chairs and tables being overturned.

Then, as subsequently reported by the New York Times, “Audio of the President was restored by means not known to the broadcast networks. Apparently, a ‘rogue faction’ of criminals hacked into NBC, ABC, and CBS network systems and brought the audio back on line.”

The President was then clearly heard to say:

“The pharmaceutical industry, with its drugs, kills at least a hundred thousand Americans a year.”

There was a loud rattling noise and an explosion (?), but the audio broadcast held. The President continued:

“Genetically modified food crops don’t work. The weeds grow bigger and stronger, the herbicide is highly toxic, and the GMO food is missing vital nutrients.”

Gunshots were heard.

A few moments later, the television picture was restored. The President, his face sweating, was standing at the podium.

A thick blue substance moved diagonally through the picture, threatening to obliterate it. But suddenly the substance broke up into slender filaments. As if swept by a broom, the filaments fled to the bottom of the picture and vanished. The Times later referred to “a war between two sets of opposing hackers.”

Now there was both and sound and picture.

The President said: “There are people in the federal government and above the federal government who are trying to set race against race. Divide and conquer. They want to bring America to its knees. That would be one step closer to global government, and America would be finished.

“The NSA is spying on everyone domestically. The ultimate goal of the Surveillance State is control of the entire population.”

A voice shouted, “You’re crazy! The President is mentally ill! Don’t listen to him!”

Now, the President’s image froze.

The audio obviously shifted to another location. (It was later identified as prerecorded.) There were sounds of clinking glasses and background conversation. A voice familiar to all Americans, Barbara Walters’, emerged. She seemed to be in the middle of telling a story:

“…twenty-three, twenty-four, I was interviewing politicians for short features…after a while, I caught on. They didn’t believe their own pronouncements. They were trying to save their skins…reminded me of this drunken priest I knew in Cleveland. He’d have a few shots of Johnny Walker and talk about how it didn’t matter whether there was a God or not. The important thing was preserving the Church…Most of the time Congress doesn’t even know what they’re voting on. They sure as hell don’t read the bills… there’s peace and there’s propaganda about peace. Which means they’re planning war…(background laughter)…selling a mystical hope that a Great Merging would descend from the sky and transform the world. I called it the melted-cheese hypothesis. It doesn’t work, unless you want to disappear into a sandwich…(more laughter)…Henry Kissinger wants depopulation…”

That transmission ended, and the still image of the President at the podium unfroze. He was saying:

“…the money in this country is in the hands of the bankers. The Federal Reserve is an ongoing conspiracy of private money men. It isn’t part of the government, and never has been.

“This is what I’m facing. I need your help. But first I need you to know the truth. The United States has been taken over by banks, corporations, and a shadow government. I’m supposed to be their front man. But I’m opting out. You deserve better.”

The sounds of more shots fired. Again, television screens all over the world went black. But quickly the picture was restored. This time, several billion viewers were looking at a huge cavern. A female voice spoke:

“This is a bunker under JP Morgan in New York. Behind me, you can see racks holding gold bars. This vault connects to another one under the New York Federal Reserve. A large amount of gold has been transferred here—”

The audio went dead.

A male voice said: “This is Brian Williams, NBC News. Transmission of the President’s press conference has been interrupted by unknown elements. We’re getting word now that a national state of emergency has been declared. A spokesman for the Central Intelligence Agency has told us that a—”

Williams was gone. Soft music began to play. An old television test pattern bled onto screens, but it vanished.

Viewers heard the President talking, as if from far away. He was shouting something unintelligible. The words “Secret Service” and “the reporters stay” were heard.

The soft music stopped. Unaccountably, it was replaced by the sound of marching men.

“I don’t know!” someone shouted close to a microphone.

A blistering close-up image of soldiers, rage written on their faces, exploded on screens and disappeared.

—Voice of the President, blurred but intelligible: “Either get these reporters to file their stories or tell them to stay…”

—Audio only, Dianne Sawyer, ABC News: “…told me I had two minutes before…Good evening. The President’s press conference has been disrupted. Reporters on the scene are telling us that the President appeared ill and in pain. We’re trying to get through to Walter Reed Hospital. We have a statement from Marianne Buckley, head of the Department of Health and Human Services. “The President has a fever,” Ms. Buckley reports.

Suddenly, what was eventually identified as footage of American astronauts aboard a Shuttle flight in 1993 came online. Two astronauts were turning slow somersaults in the main cabin. A third was reaching for a pair of socks floating in mid-air.

A rapid series of slides appeared. They showed various angles on a beach house. Two adults and three young children came running out the front door.

A voice said, “This looks like Charlie and his family. They have a cottage on the Cape. These are shots of his vacation.”

Another voice replied: “We’re just trying to get anything we can onscreen.”

—Next, a document obviously inserted into the feed by a quite different source appeared: one page of text, under the masthead and seal of the CIA. It was dated April 8, 1962, and marked “top secret”:

“Commencing on May 1, 1962, all projects of MKULTRA will be transferred to the Office of Research and Development (ORD). From that point on, FOIA requests will go unanswered. Security will be tightened. If at any time in the future, Agency employees are called to testify in proceedings, they will state that MKULTRA was terminated in the spring of 1962. Under no circumstances will they engage in discussion about electronic means of mind control…”

Another page then appeared on screens. It was a page torn out of a notebook. In the middle of the page, a handwritten paragraph was highlighted.

—A female voice read it:

“Since 1968, the CIA has vetted every major-party candidate for the Presidency. This means the CIA has had a hand in deciding who should lead out nation and what policies that man should follow. I would call this a palace revolution. William Colby, CIA Director, 1973-1976.”

The feed, both audio and video, went dead. Screens went gray.

An hour later, television programming resumed. In an extraordinary show of force, the three major networks laid on a roundtable, featuring their national anchors sitting together in the White House Rose Garden.

Brian Williams led off:

“The FBI, CIA, and the Department of Homeland Security have issued a preliminary statement about the President’s chaotic press conference. It reads as follows: ‘The President has been diagnosed with Bipolar Disease. This has been confirmed by psychiatrists at Walter Reed Hospital, where the Chief Executive is now resting comfortably. His statements at the press conference should be taken in that context. An original diagnosis of Bipolar was made three years ago, while the President was a member of Congress. Medication had brought it under control, but due to a processing error, his current supply of medicine passed its expiration date and no longer delivered the necessary elements to correct his chemical imbalance.

“Additionally, someone, or perhaps a group of terrorists interfered with the press conference broadcast. Although the networks tried to neutralize the attack, they were unable to locate its source.

“The situation is now being investigated vigorously.

“There is no comment at this time on the President’s mental state or his capacity to carry out the duties of his office.”

Dianne Sawyer said, “We can only hope the term of our new President is not cut short. Our thoughts and prayers go out to his family. The Vice-President has assumed the duties of Commander-in-Chief. He has declared a national state of emergency.”

Screens all over the world went black for a moment.

The face of the President appeared. He spoke:

“Hello, friends. This is prerecorded. I assume they hijacked my press conference and carted me off somewhere, and told you I’m ill or have a mental disorder. Am I right?

“I recorded this statement to assure you that whatever you heard me say at the press conference is quite true, and was not the rambling of a madman. Our nation has been taken over at the highest levels.

“Make it your duty to find me, wherever I am, and get me back to the Oval Office, because no one in the government will do it.

“You’re seeing me now because I had a little help from my friends. The rest is up to you. I’m your President and it’s time to take this country back. A coup de’etat has snatched it away.

“Elite unelected groups want the majority of you to stay poor and dependent on the government. I want to put this country back to work, and I can do it if you find me and take me to the White House.”

That night, 50,000 people gathered at Walter Reed Hospital demanding to see the President. They were held back by several thousand armed soldiers and a long row of tanks.

An hour into the standoff, a voice blared out over loudspeakers, “The President isn’t here. They’re lying to you. They’ve taken him to Colorado. He’s in a bunker under the Denver airport. If you live in Colorado, get to the airport!”

The crowd didn’t disperse, but in Denver, by dawn, 300,000 people were standing in a ring around the main terminal.

And at Walter Reed, the crowd had swelled to 100,000.

At 9AM that morning, all over America, word quickly spread that the FBI was going live with an online message.

—Against a blank white background, the face of a middle-aged woman—

“My name is Carol Sands. I’ve served as an FBI agent for thirty years. I represent a group within the Bureau who are loyal to the President. The country has been hijacked. We know where the President is. But he’s being moved around. They can’t keep that up forever. Half the country will be out on the streets looking for him. Right now, he’s in a private clinic in Los Angeles. The address is 4256 Citrus Street, in Santa Monica. Go there. Demand to see the President. We’ll keep you updated on his whereabouts.”

Over the next three days, as the President was taken to one location after another—and the FBI group tracked him and informed the public—more than 40 million Americans did, in fact, appear on the streets of cities and towns demanding to see him.

Finally, on a warm Saturday afternoon in Dallas, a dozen doctors, flanked by FBI agents and members of the press, their cameras rolling, escorted the President out the front door of Parkland Hospital.

It’s estimated that 180,000 people were there to greet him.

Wearing overalls, a T-shirt, and flak jacket, he appeared in good health. He waved to the cheering crowd and stepped up on to a makeshift platform.

The crowd slowly fell silent.

“All I can say is thank you,” the President said. “You freed me. We’re going to stay here for a while, because a troop detachment out of Fort Hood in Killeen is on its way. Two thousand soldiers. They and these FBI agents will make sure I get back to Washington and resume my duties as President. We’re going to take the trip in a motorcade. We’ll stop off in towns along the way so I can talk to people and explain what I’m going to do in the coming weeks. The press will be with us as well. Meanwhile, we have some time here. Let me fill you in on what’s been happening to America behind the scenes for, oh, let’s see—the last hundred years or so. (laughter, cheering) This is a history lesson you’re not going to get in school.”

At that moment, FBI agents came walking down an incline with two men in handcuffs. The agents were holding confiscated rifles.

The President glanced over and nodded.

He continued talking.

“How about we start with a lesson on energy?” he said. “Contrary to what you’ve heard, America has the technology to supply more than enough energy to every man, woman, and child in this country. And I’m not talking about oil or natural gas. There are methods that have been suppressed for a very long time. That’s going to change, as of now…”

The crowd stood peacefully and listened. They were eager to hear what the President had to say.

It was a new kind of school, and they seemed ready for it.

The President continued: “Looking at your faces, I see what I’ve believed for a long time. The truth, no matter how shocking, is good medicine. It can cure our sickness and make us strong. In the words of another President who died not far from here, ‘Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.’ I hope that by the time I finish my term in office, more of you will see the wisdom of that, because you’ll know how deep the corruption has gone, how deep the rabbit hole is. Reality, as we’ve come to accept it, is an illusion. And I’m going to strip that illusion away, so we can all breathe fresh air again.

“Ready? Here we go.

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​(A president's press conference fort the ages reprinted here with permission of the author.)

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