You The End The End I'm William Cooper, and you're listening to the Hour of the Time. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you're going to have a montage, part musical, part educational, extremely illuminating. Starring the Resistance Band with Dana Bonner, Jackie Burris, Craig Seabree, Shane Eden, Tom Landon, Pete Perk, Dana Sambalon. Songs arranged by the mysterious Z, Tom Landon, Craig Seabree, and Dana Sambalon. Starring William Cooper, Stanton T. Friedman, Richard Burton, Julie Covington, David Essex, Justin Hayward, Bill Lynott, Joe Partridge, and Chris Thompson. In Jeff Wayne's musical version of The War of the Worlds. The End I put my application in, like so many times before. The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. that entered into some kind of an illegal agreement with the Monoceneist government, as these documents that I had seen had stated, then I was pretty much welcomed and invited everywhere, and these huge crowds come to talk to me. But a strange thing happened, folks. The very second that I began to equate extraterrestrials with new world order, I came under the most vicious attacks that I have ever experienced in my life, anyone ever coming under for any reason. Now this lent a tremendous amount of credibility to this connection, believe it or not. Totally adverse to what those who were doing the attacking wanted to happen. They wanted this connection not to be made. But it told me, because of the weight of the attacks, the severity of the attacks, the frequency of the attacks, that I was right on target. Why don't I serve? Thank you. Thank you. Very few UFOs are flying saucers. All great-grandfathers are men. Very few men are great-grandfathers. My focus is on flying saucers. Identifiable flying objects move me not at all. One of the major points I make... Well, let me give you my four major conclusions right up front. If you don't like them, you can leave now and save yourself a good time. First, that the evidence is overwhelming that planet Earth is being visited by intelligently controlled extraterrestrial space craft. In other words, some, underline 18 times, some UFOs are alien space craft. Most are not, and I don't care about them. Second, and this will be the focus of today's little talk, the subject of flying saucers represents a kind of cosmic water gate. That means to say that some few people within the governments of the United States and Canada and England and Russia and many other countries have known since 1947, when at least two crash-flying saucers and several alien bodies were recovered in New Mexico, that indeed some UFOs are alien space craft. Now you notice, I think there's a cosmic water gate. But it's very interesting, everybody's still here. Thank you. At midnight on the 12th border, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and fetched water. Across 200 million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us, came the first of the missiles that would have been so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet gas. It was another missile starting on its way. The End And that's how it was with a Mexican night. A flare spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, beautiful but somehow disturbing sight. Olderly, the astronomer assuredly we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on Earth. The most forbidding planet. The chances of any things are little more, only little one we've heard. The chances of any things are coming from Mars, I'm looking for one, but still they come. The End Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the colony, and Olderly came to examine what lay that. A cylinder, a 30-yard trough, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from the dead. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unstrewed, and Olderly feared there was a man inside trying to escape. He rushed through the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the nettle. The chances of anything coming from Mars, are millions of ones who said. The chances of anything coming from Mars, are millions of ones, but still they come. The chances of anything coming from Mars, are millions of ones who said. The chances of anything coming from Mars, are millions of ones, but still they come. The seismic charged, and theIES of thecies of the dangers and coANEHOOD, will lift from Mars, and En choirs of the meringчи. The 여기서 are 실제로 the Safar Islands. It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as over just like any other. From the railway station, the sound of chanting, flames, ringing, grumbling, softened almost into melody by this. We all seem so safe and friendly. That I had uncovered, which led me to that connection. And I was called a conspiracy freak, a nut. And yet every single one of those predictions have come true. Not because I'm a prophet. Not because I talk to God because I can assure you that I don't. Not because I'm a psychic or have any strange powers. But because I do an awful lot of studying. I'm an information freak. When I'm not talking to somebody or doing something else, my nose is in a book. I read so many books each week. But sometimes I have to back off because all the information starts to mesh. I'm screwing. And I don't know where I got it now. Two feet of shining, cool projected rent suddenly to lift their off. Two luminous, disc-like eyes appeared above the river. A huge, rounded boat, larger than fair, rose up slowly, listening like wet leather. Its nipple's mouth quivered and slapped. And snake-like tentacles writhed at the company body teased and pulsated. And I'm appalled with the rest of America. It's not on that cutting edge with me because what's coming is not going to be anything that anyone in this room is going to like. Unless, unless you're a bondage freak. And some of you may be. Now, I originally began to connect this with the secret societies of the world. And I wrote an entire chapter on my book, The Involvement of the Secret Societies and the New World Order. And I began forming an organization known as the Citizens Agency for Joint Intelligence, which has since become the largest and most successful intelligence-gathering network under civilian control in the world. Far none. Two years ago, we sent members out to infiltrate the secret societies and obtain the necessary degrees to reach a level where they would find out what was happening really. because the only thing we have access to is what they have written. And they never write the truth because they are sworn by blood oath that they cannot divulge the truth of what they are willing to do. And an invisible rail which left from man to man, and there was a bright flare that each would easily send fire. Every tree and bush became a massive range of the touch of this, a savage, unearthly, deep rail. The first two conclusions by a small group of nasty, noisy negativists, not always nasty, but usually the noisy, stand up under careful scrutiny. Those arguments sound great, like from Carl Sagan, when you compare them with the data that elapsed their own weight. Unfortunately, most often one doesn't get a chance to point out the fallacy of their pronouncements. Incidentally, this is a side note. 48 hours on the 20th of this month, which is what, Wednesday, I guess, will have a program on UFOs. And the last I heard, Carl Sagan was going to be on to give balance. Now, I never knew that ignorance balanced knowledge, but I guess that's the 48 hours approach, and there won't be anybody there I offered to point out the error of his weight. And finally, fourth, being a shy, retiring guy, this is the biggest story of the millennium. This is the planet Earth's way of the space-strap and successful cover-up for the government by the best case, the body's a wreck of the surface. OK, now 2 decades of play. Now rat in my country, I don't know what I've got, but I only have to get anything at that moment. Thank you. The End The End It has one of the biggest libraries on the occult, the secret societies, and the esoteric teachings of this secret religion that goes all the way back to the dawn of the history of man and the worship of the sun that exists on the face of this planet. And yet most of you are chasing lights in the sky. And waiting for the benevolent space brothers to rescue you. I saw the chase down the salmon from the pit and hurried to the railway station to buy the paper. The End Around me, the daily routine of life, working, eating, sleeping, was continuing serenely as it had to come to see earth. The End On forceful commons, the Martians continued hammering and stirring, sleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the machines that were made. Now and again a light, like the beam of a warship's searchlight, swept the commons. And the heat ray was ready to follow. On the original investigator, although you would know it from some of the purposes of the public search, it was dating back to 1978. I'm the one who talked to the primary witness, most of the primary witnesses, the first one around. And I little thought that I, 16 years later, was talking about the same stuff and with new leads to follow up on. And I'm racing the undertaker, as you can imagine, since 47 years is a long time for adults to interact. Back tonight. Today, I mean, there's no question that the recovery of the past flying saucers and stuff was covered up, but that's not my focus today. What I do want to talk about in terms of the cosmic water data, and I will prove to you, not provide evidence, but prove to you, that agencies of the United States government are withholding information about flying saucers. That comes a little later. Let me go back and get through to get some kind of feeling. Thank you. That evening. That evening, there was a violent crash, and I realized with horror that my home was now within range of a Martian's heat race. At dawn, a falling star with a trail of green mist and dandelion of a flash like summer light. This was the second cylinder. Today, I'm going to be a man of a black man. This is the most frustrating document. Today, I'm going to be a man of a black man. This is the most frustrating document. It keeps you all spinning around in circles and cul-de-sacs at the whims of people like William Moore and Stanton T. Friedman, so that you never understand what's really happening in this world or who's bringing it about. And that's the real intent of all those silly little pathetic arguments. And when someone comes up and wants to present to you a different point of view, is the information discussed? Is there an intelligent argument or conversation or dialogue conducted about the merits or the points of the argument? No. Don't listen to that person because he's a drunk. Folks, I know a lot of drunks. None of them are liars. First and a blah of drunks. First and a blah . I saw a fair, a blue sky The brightest light of the bright light With the sky You think of love, you think of the light My mind is the sky And the light is the sky Take me there, take me to the light Take me there, take me to the light I see how it feels, it's a love, dear For even the dark, I know for you I'm not here, you're here Take me there, you're like to knowszychiness, he's the light All I've seen, and i'll and i'll and I'll Take me there, take me to the light And the light시pt me there, take me to the light When I was wrong I passed away But I lost laval But I heard that them are not edgy Man sitting there I didn't know Take me there Take me with you Bye The Hanging from the Fist The Pounding of Guns through Lada My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house Then I saw the young Arterian Weary Screaked with blood and dirt Anyone here? Come here Here, inches Thank you What's happened? Watch yourself Hundreds dead, maybe thousands The heat ray The marshals They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made Massive metal things on eggs Climate machines that walked They attacked us They wiped us out Machines? Fiesel machines Picking up men and bashing them against trees Just hunks of metal They knew exactly what they were doing There was another cylinder that came last night Yes As it looked bound for London And Carrie Carrie I hadn't dreamed it could be danger to Carrie How far was so many miles away I must go to London at once There may But to report to headquarters There's anything left of it There's aWhistent The End The End The End The Swedish Defense Command met with two American representatives, General Jimmy Doolittle and General David Sinov. Both had been close to Ike during World War II. Now, the newspaper mentioned their meeting with the Swedish Department of Defense, but nobody has ever seen a copy of any report which surely would have been made. Ike was chief of staff at that time. When Jimmy was visited by an associate of mine a number of years ago, Jimmy Doolittle was one of my favorites. Is that Morse code or something? The aliens have informed their takeover. The End At five feet we came upon a team, but it was deserted. Is everybody dead? Not everybody. Look, six cannons with gummers standing by. Hose and arrows against the lightning. They haven't seen the heat right yet. And I'm trying to make a story here that this is extremely important that you would connect with. So I told you that the real purpose of my even ever discussing anything that I ever saw, or even trying to wake up anyone, was not to tell you about the reality or fantasy of extraterrestrial visitation to this earth, but was to wake you up to the reality of the imminent enslavement of the American people, the destruction of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. The document, the only document in the history of the world that ever granted any man or woman that ever walked on this earth freedom. Ever. Ever. Black for being caught with the Constitution of the Bill. We hurried along the road to Grape Ridge. Suddenly, there was a heavy explosion. The ground heating. Windows shattered. The gusts of smoke erupted. Here. Look! There they are! What did I tell you? What did I tell you? Quick aids. Don't forget me. There they are. No. There they are. No. There they are. There they are. There he is. There they are. More stuff is everstimed. Fire if the distanceHHHH Schneider. The lions are now ONE. Yes Lane will not эту or she is. You will not go down. There they are. Quick Apes, one on the other. Four of the fighting machines appeared. Monstrous pipelines higher than the tallest people. Riding over the pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of a different metal. Each carried a huge tunnel. And I realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before. You see, it was blacks in Africa who captured those blacks and sold them into slavery. And it was ship owners who were not American who carried those black slaves to these shores. And sold them to the plantation owners. And it was white Americans who established the movement to free those black slaves. And it was the Constitution of the United States of America that allowed it to be done. And gave them the freedom that they enjoy today. And the ghostly, terrible heat ray struck the town. As it struck, all five fighting machines had solved it. Emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder. O'er? O'er? O'er? O'er? O'er? O'er? O'er? O'er?. The End The End The End The End The End The End One of the greatest machinations of these people in charge who are bringing about the new world order to slave all humanity, doesn't matter who you are, is the method of pitting us against each other so that while we're running around, weakening ourselves and destroying ourselves, fighting each other, they are very busy in the background enslaving us all. The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End We must mature. We must become kings and queens in our own right, not just say that we are. We must understand these things. We must understand these things. We must stop hating each other. The answer for white Christian separatists, what's called identity Christian, is not a nation of whites here. We must stand, hep K Rejecting is not rejecting the rest of society's cultural voice, but yet demanding that a guest in your house wear the yarmulke, if they're not of your faith. Now understand me, ladies and gentlemen, I am for one thing and one thing. Truth. First. Humanity. Second. The Skin of Jeopardy The autumn's cold and gown We used to kick our way You always loved this time of year The small leaves lie on me And don't put your hands on me Because you're not here Because you're not here Because you're not here Suddenly left from house to house. The population packed and ran. And I was swept along with them. Painless and lost without carrying. Finally, I headed eastward for the ocean. And my only hope of survival. The boat out for England. Like the sun through the trees, you came to love me. Like the deep on the trees, you blew away. Like the deep on the trees, you blew away. And General Ramey's chief of staff took the call from Washington, telling him to cover it up in no uncertain terms. Get the press off our backs. Send some of the records up here. Don't ever talk about it again. That's an order. Do I need to put it in writing, he said. That was Clements McMullen, who was really the acting head of the Strategic Air Command, of which they were a part. His boss, who knows, I suppose it would have been the president plus the head of the Air Force. One hope, though. We don't know what the exact thing was. There was a lot of method traffic we have never seen. But there's no question that the call came from McMullen, and I got that from DuBose firsthand. Colonel Thomas Jefferson DuBose. St. John's back by the Billingsgate. More and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling in the streets of tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses' fists were covered with foam, and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest of the people. We saw tribots wading up the temples, cutting crude bridges to sew little paper. Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge. One appeared above Big Ben. Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no discipline march. It was a stampede, without order and without a goal. Six million people, unarmed and unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rite of civilization, of the massacre of mankind. How much it hurts to share it, it is the only reality that we can live by and ensure a comfortable future. And if the truth hurts, and if the truth is bad, we can only make it better by acknowledging what the truth is and working for that better future together, as humanity. Not as blacks and whites. And tell me, folks, what the hell is an Afro-American? I got so safely on board, straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie. As Sergeant Mechie began to fight her way along the back deck to the gangbang. At that very moment, it was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face that the crowd swept me away from her. Like a gun through the trees. If you hear that, I know somebody's confused. Are you an African or are you an American? And I'm assigned to insult blacks. I understand that you are hungry for a history, for something to identify with. And I understand that hunger because my parents were in the military. I never had a hometown. I hunger with you. I don't have any place where I can go. That's the school I went to in the third grade, and old Mrs. Jones lives down there and go say hello to her. I know what you're going through. I know that you feel like you don't have any roots, but you have to decide. Are you African or are you American? Do you belong to the state of Israel or do you belong to America? Are you a German Aryan? It's so gone in Germany. Or are you an American? It's funny that we have, in this country, the penultimus of the gift of all the people who have ever lived upon this planet. And we're pissing on it! The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and peaks, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad, thunder child. Slowly it moved toward shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at whole speed toward the waking marshals. There was ships of shapes and sizes scattered out along the plain. People said, no, please go to a general versus colonel. You do what you're told. So, that was very effective. Now, the cover-up kept on, but in very different, subtle ways all through the years. Project Blue Book Special Report 14, the largest study ever done, covered 3,201 sightings, issued in 1955, but never distributed by the Air Force. This work was done by Battelle Memorial Institute in Columbus, Ohio, under contract to Project Blue Book. This is a report that covers 3,200 sightings, categorizations, quality evaluations, 240 chart tables, graphs, maps, chock full of information. It didn't distribute the report. They put out a press release in which the Secretary of the Air Force said, on the basis of this report, we believe that no objects such as those possibly described as flying soldiers have overflown the United States, even the unknown 3% could have been identified as conventional phenomena or illegal, unquote. The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod tickets. Instantly, the others raised their heat raised and melted the Thunder Child and Barry and Parker. It's painful. Let me give you some ideas of what I'm talking about, folks. Many of you were in Waco, Texas. I was. I was in Waco, Texas because I knew from day one something was terribly wrong. Because I was watching my celibate and set and here's what I saw. I saw a church under attack by federal forces. It turned out to be the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. And then I heard the leader of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms conduct a press conference where he said, this church has murdered four of our agents and wounded 16 more. And the reason that we're here is because a foreign source reported through the State Department that this church was going to commit mass suicide. You see, something in my head clicks because I understand the Constitution. I know what's happening. Most people don't. They're what I call sheeple, not people. The only reason they couldn't be explained is that there wasn't an upgrade there. is that both locations are totally false. The unknowns are 21%, not 3%. They were completely separate from the ones for which there was insufficient information. But the press fought it hook, line, and simply. Incidentally, a quality evaluation showed the better the quality, the more likely to be an unknown. A statistical comparison between the unknowns and the knowns, the probability of the unknowns are just misnowns. The little seamer had reached the misty horizon and Carrie was safe. But the thunder child had vanished forever, taking wither man's last hope of victory. The lead in the sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, and no one and nothing was left now to fight them. The earth belonged to the marshals. Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you've enjoyed tonight's presentation. Tomorrow night, part two of the musical War of the Worlds. Good night, ladies and gentlemen, and God bless you all. And remember, that giant metal machine tripod in your town square is your own water tower. Here we go. 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