Fetzer/Burton Moon Landing Debate Finale

[Charles Drago]

The penetration/disinformation strategy that is working quite nicely here at the DPF has now expanded to include the classic good cop (Lewis)/bad cop (Dawson) tactic.

How many times do you have to witness this before you recognize it as enemy action?

Have we learned nothing?

It is accusations and atitudes like this that have kept me from posting much here. This is the same reason I have cut back posting at EF as well. Do you treat everybody you disagree with like this?

Before I respond:

Are you in fact the person who uses/used on the EF an avatar in which you pose on a motorcycle?

[David Guyatt]

I had hopes of an interesting discussion on this subject which interests me, but this sadly didn’t materialize. What did materialize reminded me more of a “seance evening” in a Victorian parlour where tables would inexplicably lift, disembodied rapping's would be heard and combined hands would shoot around the table as though a group of people were stirring ectoplasm in a giant invisible pudding bowl.

After having dimmed the lights, the medium Dawson voided all thoughts from his mind, and voluntarily opened himself up to channel beings from other dimensions - notably the EF. This usually resulted in lower forms of life manifesting through the technique of automatic writing, often resulting in nonsense and vulgarity. But sometimes a truly evil spirit would intrude; heads would be twisted, vomit projected outwards, eyes bulged and “you old sack of shit” spewed forth from the possessed medium’s mouth.

But every now and then (three times) he would channel a superior being from the Royal Australian Navy’s far flung outpost on the distant star system Zeta Reticula, namely the Jackanapes of Jabberwocky, the Slick Sleuth of Zeta, the Mountebank of Moon Fakery, the Cosmic Clown of Constellations.... I give you Lt. Evan-Clouseau (and traveling companion, his donkey “Brain”).

With murmurs of “ooohhh” and aaahhh”, from the audience, a great juggling of facts and figures would take place, to be followed by their miraculous rearrangement into patterns of logic too advanced for human minds to comprehend.

Thaumaturgic tyres would drive over inch deep dust and leave no trail. The channelled Majesty of Mumbo-Jumbo would explain how the special “NASA man” tyres were designed to act as a “flour-sieve dusting over their own tracks” as they went so as to leave no record of their passing - presumably to avoid detection by hostile bushmen, injun’s, aborigines and other natives of the moon. But sadly for we simple mortals, NASA man hadn’t had quite enough time to perfect the planned “flubber” for the soles of the Astronauts boots, so they left their tracks in the dust in the time honoured fashion (watch your backs for incoming boomerangs and arrows boys!).

You know how sometimes “if you ever ride a push-bike/motorbike/car on dirt tracks you probably would’ve noticed that sometimes you leave an imprint behind you, but a lot of the time you don’t”. “Lack of tracks will occur in some locations.”

Actually Evan, I haven’t noticed that happening when boot tracks are left. Must be the flour-sieve dusting thaumaturgic tyre phenomenon exclusive to Zeta Reticuli.

Say hello to Donkey for me.

Now fuck off! - and don’t ever try to sneakily intrude here again using your dumb-ass cats-paws.

[Charles Drago]

What he said.

[Jan Klimkowski]

I had hopes of an interesting discussion on this subject which interests me, but this sadly didn’t materialize. What did materialize reminded me more of a “seance evening” in a Victorian parlour where tables would inexplicably lift, disembodied rapping's would be heard and combined hands would shoot around the table as though a group of people were stirring ectoplasm in a giant invisible pudding bowl.

After having dimmed the lights, the medium Dawson voided all thoughts from his mind, and voluntarily opened himself up to channel beings from other dimensions - notably the EF. This usually resulted in lower forms of life manifesting through the technique of automatic writing, often resulting in nonsense and vulgarity. But sometimes a truly evil spirit would intrude; heads would be twisted, vomit projected outwards, eyes bulged and “you old sack of shit” spewed forth from the possessed medium’s mouth.

Swamp channelling....

Just 'cos you can't see 'em, don't mean they ain't there...

[Matthew Lewis]

The penetration/disinformation strategy that is working quite nicely here at the DPF has now expanded to include the classic good cop (Lewis)/bad cop (Dawson) tactic.

How many times do you have to witness this before you recognize it as enemy action?

Have we learned nothing?

It is accusations and atitudes like this that have kept me from posting much here. This is the same reason I have cut back posting at EF as well. Do you treat everybody you disagree with like this?

Before I respond:

Are you in fact the person who uses/used on the EF an avatar in which you pose on a motorcycle?

Seems like a rhetorical question. You know I am. At issue is not whether I also post at EF (I am hardly the only person here to do so) but whether I am here for penetration/disinformation and playing the "good cop". I don't believe there is any evidence for the latter. I am here mostly to lurk and I find conspiracy theories in general interesting to read. I have provided factual information occasionally and been met with hostility.


I don't personally think Burton is Dawson or that they even knew each other. If they were the same, why would Burton have been PMing me on the other forum to try to pass info to Dawson? But I could be wrong. Maybe Burton is more evil than any of us know.

[Jan Klimkowski]

I don't personally think Burton is Dawson or that they even knew each other. If they were the same, why would Burton have been PMing me on the other forum to try to pass info to Dawson?

Back channels.

What a resonant phrase....

[David Guyatt]

I don't personally think Burton is Dawson or that they even knew each other. If they were the same, why would Burton have been PMing me on the other forum to try to pass info to Dawson? But I could be wrong. Maybe Burton is more evil than any of us know.

The intention of my post No 122 was not to imply that Burton is Dawson. Read it again and you'll see what I mean.

I'm quite certain there is a Dawson. I know there is a Burton. Dawson has already admitted in this thread that he knows Burton - that he is one of his moon hoax gurus. Put the rest together. It ain't rocket science.

Burton has been expressly forbidden from being a member here. That wrankles him. Good.

I don't want to read what Burton, Colby and others have to say at the EF and don't ever visit there -- anymore than I would go to a public lavatory to sniff the deposits left there by visitors.

I have better things to do with my life. But I take strong exception to Burton trying to sneak in here when he specifically knows he's not welcome. And I know he did. But I have no intention of going into specifics. Because I damn well know he'll try again.

So yes, he really can fuck off. And keep fucking off. And if he can find a space helmet small enough to cover his midget mind, a shield to blinker his even smaller imagination and a toxic suit to protect his nasty box of tricks, then he can catch a rocket and fuck off into deep space and never return for all I care.

[David Guyatt]

Swamp channelling....

Just 'cos you can't see 'em, don't mean they ain't there...[/QUOTE]

:hahaha::five:

[David Guyatt]

David, did you notice my earlier post on this thread (page 10 post 92) about the "missing rover tracks" issue?

From the photo at the link you can see that on the right surface the tyres seemed to work like a flour sieve, dusting immediately behind the tyre as they rolled along.

Sometimes you just walk into a trap. I've been looking at the official NASA website and reading through their logs. The below proves that Burton was right all along. Imagine how dumb I feel now.

[quote] 118:26:47 Schmitt: Okay. All right, let's do it. (Pause)
118:26:55 Schmitt: You think your gravimeter's ready so I can go back there?
[They go back to the Rover, putting one foot in front of the other as they walk.]
118:26:58 Parker: Roger, 17. The gravimeter's ready and a couple of words here. One, I presume you fitted the flour sieve tires this time, right??
[They stop to listen.]
118:27:07 Schmitt: No, sir. You said you’d do it?
118:27:08 Parker: Oh yeah... that’s right. Fuck! What we gonna do now?
118:27:09 Schmitt: You’re going to be in danger of being tracked again, right.?
[Jack moves toward the Rover again.]
118:27:11 Parker: Roger. Maybe we could use our handkerchiefs to sift the dust behind us. I'm not sure that's easily done, that would be one solution. The other would be to drag a branch behind us
118:27:26 Schmitt: (Heading for the MESA) Okay, Bob. I'll see if I can find something
118:27:28 Parker: Okay, copy that. One of the thickets over there has some stunted trees, but watch out for the natives. We can saw a couple of branches off and tie ‘em behind us easy enough, or attach them to a rock that's nearby and drag that behind us; that's another possibility.
[Jack consults his checklist, then turns to Gene. He is in the middle of LMP-12 and his next task is to perform an inspection of the Rover tires.]
118:27:40 Schmitt: Okay. Gene, what are you going to be up to now?
118:27:43 Cernan: I'm going to go get the...
118:27:44 Schmitt: The experimental sifter?
118:27:47 Cernan: ...right.
[Gene is at the top of CDR-13 and, for his next task, he will go to the northeast LM quadrant and unstow the experimental dust sifter - but it’s been left behind too]
118:27:52 Schmitt: (Starting toward the LM) Wait, why’d I forget the saw? (Goes back to the Rover) And I really ought to have my axe, shouldn't I? (Goes to leave but then turns around again) And I guess it wouldn't hurt to have the chainsaw either.
118:28:00 Cernan: I need a...
118:28:01 Schmitt: Yeah. I need a stiff one too.
118:28:02 Parker: Roger. That's affirmative.
118:28:03 Cernan: ...(garbled) Fuck.
118:28:04 Schmitt: Would you just...
118:28:05 Cernan: Well, I can’t find the bottle.
118:28:08 Schmitt: I'll take the old six-gun too.
118:28:13 Cernan: Jack, I'm going to take the old gunny sack here and put it over the tires and see if that works. Otherwise I’m having a BIG drink
118:28:17 Schmitt: And the Bazooka.
118:28:23 Parker: I presume you're talking about the big bag, Gene.
118:28:27 Cernan: Yeah, the big bag that was on the ladder hook. That's all it needs. It's just a little bit. There's just enough spring force in it.
118:28:28 Schmitt: Anyone seen the grenades?
118:28:29 Cernan: Nope.
118:28:30 Parker: Break out the bottle then.
118:28:32 Schmitt: I'm gonna need a trailer to haul all this stuff.
118:29:33 Parker: We don't have a trailer. Forget it. Come and have a drink.
118:28:35 Schmitt: (Placing everything back in the Rover) Houston. We have a problem...

[David Guyatt]

[quote] 118:27:21 Parker: Houston, we have a problem.
118:27:29 Houston Burton: Shoot.
118:27:31 Jezz, don’t say that. Schmitt’s already loaded for bear.
118:27:34 Houston Burton: Roger. Whaddya want?
118:27:36 Parker: We’re running low on supplies - know what I mean?
118:27:39 Houston Burton: Wait one [pause]. ‘Kay, Stanley says he’s sent out for more beer, dogs and Tequila. We’ll crane them in soon as they get here.
118:27:40 Schmitt: Ask Stanley to send in a box of .308 Winchester boat-tail shells too. I still gotta get the branches to sweep our trail and them Ozinjuns up that ridge have plenty of Boomerarrows still.
118:27:42 Houston Burton: Roger. Anything else?
118:27:43 Cernan: Uh, huh. I’d like a set of Lego and some felt tips.
118:27:45 Houston Burton: I can lend you mine. I also have a copy of Arthur Miller’s The Crucible[/I[ which you can use for colouring... There’s a few pages left unused.[/B]
118:27:49 Schmitt: I’d like a chain-gun. Can you ask Stanley for me?
118:27:51 Houston Burton: They haven’t invented Chain guns yet, Harrison.
118:27:52 Schmitt: Uh, oh. Send some extra felt tips then. And if he can get his hands on a Browning .50 that’ll be cool.
118.27:53 Houston Burton: Roger.