Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Las Vegas Cover Up

Why did so many witnesses claim there were multiple shooters, yet law enforcement were quick to blame everything on one suspect? The appalling loss of life and massive injuries don't require us to take a knee for mainstream media's Sept. 29 story about the Las Vegas shooting on October 2. Many also died on 9/11 but the official narrative for that was a snow job.

[2018 Update: Still no surveillance footage! Why did the official timeline change three times?]

Citizens and officers noticed shooters at other hotels along the strip: Hooters, MGM, The Bellagio, and The Delano.

Before the attack, there was a suspicious sell-off of stocks that may involve a real-estate scandal. Las Vegas hotels seem involved in covering up evidence of multiple gunners.

[Vegas Victims' Attorney says there's 'Nothing But Resistance' From MGM.]

[ Sheriff & >100 FBI agents in the Las Vegas investigation Cover Up Evidence of 2nd Shooter]

The sheriff delegated the worst mass shooting in US history to a small division of five cops who had never investigated a homicide. At best, law enforcement is incompetent.

[Did law enforcement shoot the "suicide" and then lie? Did cops say "There is no broken window" in Paddock's room?]
YES, CHECK YOUR PHONE 

FBI wipes phones/laptops of eyewitnesses ]

CHECK YOUR PHONE 



Not to jinx anyone but it's statistically bizarre that none of the 527 wounded have died from such high-caliber ammunition and its massive trauma to the body.

Statistics show there's something very odd about the victims, if 31:1 odds are odd. Women were targeted.

Miraculous recoveries don't even need a band-aid





Did some shooters use different ammo?







Witnesses have apparently however died from being witnesses.

Dead Witnesses


[Were people killed at the concert a DIVERSION from the real target: Saudi royalty in Vegas that night?]

It's our duty as citizens in a "free country" to question authority, especially when our authorities have been proven repeatedly to smuggle drugs and traffic weapons to terrorists... or even create terrorists... and cover it up.

[Thanks to Las Vegas Anon on 4chan/pol for exercising our First Amendment Rights!]

How could the one 64-year-old man fire out of two different windows without roller skates while also reloading his weapon several times to shoot at so many people in "nine to eleven" (9-11) minutes? 1100 rounds in nine minutes is two per second: an unlikely accomplishment for a single shooter in the intermittent bursts proven by audio recordings.

Who else was in his room? Why did he have so many guns (23, with more at home)? It calls for speculation.

The accused, Paddock, could have been involved in a gun-running operation. 

"Newly released search warrants prove the FBI is not telling the truth about not knowing details of Stephen Paddock’s background, especially his gun running."
Paddock's dad

An official cover up may point to something like Operation Fast and Furious. The man's father was a bank robber so perhaps crime connections were inherited. At any rate, Paddock could have used his private plane(s) to run guns as well as a rented vehicle from Arizona.

In this case, he may have been in the middle of a transaction in the hotel when the buyers grabbed the guns and started shooting. Since ISIS/ISIL did take credit, they may have planned to turn the "purchase" into a massacre all along. 



Volant that bought it advertises "The World is Our Gameboard'


The weapons-dealer scenario certainly could explain why there were cameras set up in the room and hallway.

Illegal arms trafficking has involved our government agencies in the past.



[Was Vegas a Saudi Assassination Attempt?]

Rumors fly.









Were Cops Outside Paddock's Door Before the Vegas Massacre?

No muzzle flashes from the windows, just signs of machine gunning from one or two helicopters?

[Suspicious helicopters that night with muzzle flashes]

Reportedly we can't see the hotel muzzle flashes because of the curtains; psychologically, it makes no sense that the "maniac" wouldn't even look at the mayhem he created. More likely, the curtains hid something odd.

One eyewitness said some of the "shots" were played through the concert sound system. The rate of fire was identical to an Army M240 machine gun; the problem is that no M240 was found in Stephen Paddock's room.
More gunners reported in other hotels

Auditory and other* unofficial evidence, a newscast and eyewitnesses indicate multiple shooters at different locations up to 45 minutes after shots from Paddock's room... but some government investigators have decided that evidence must be discarded.

ATF on the other hand say the shot security guard was an accomplice. The oddly unregistered security guard Jesus Campos avoided "199 bullets in a hallway not much wider than 6' and only was hit by 1 bullet?" He was [not] shot before the barrage on the fairgrounds; this contradicts earlier reports that the security guard stopped Paddock's mania.  "Why did the killer ever stop shooting on the crowd if the security guard did not stop him?" Security guard Jesus Campos disappeared to Mexico under a gag order; "shot in the leg" at close range with high-powered rifle just two weeks ago, Campos makes miraculous recovery -- i.e. he was never shot.
The health clinic Campos supposedly went to after being shot said they had “heard nothing” about Campos visiting them.

"There were two other police officers from MGM that were on the floor prior to the shooting,” victims' attorney Craig Eiland said. And...? Why do we know nothing about them?

Mainstream media misstated what day Paddock checked into the hotel, perhaps to reduce the video surveillance footage that reveals his companions. No footage has been released.


[ T i m e l i n e contradicts nurse's public testimony ]

Facebook repeatedly deleted a video that went viral with auditory evidence of multiple shooters.

There were apparently shootings in multiple locations. In any case, only one gun does not mean Paddock was what authorities tell us.
TWO guns?


Are Feds shifting blame for the worst shooting in US history?

[FBI Ignores Terror Attack Threat on Upcoming Florida Music Festival]

[Las Vegas Shooter’s Girlfriend Lists FBI as Place of Employment on Loan Application]
"Ordinary bystanders" like this actress were ready to deliver the deep-state message that we need more policing.

On a completely unrelated note: I suspect Hillary would be president now if Americans were not armed.


The author VC Bestor is Director of the non-profit
a project encouraging women to engage constructively with apex predators.

"Find the meat of the matter"
V.C Bestor on Twitter

Wikileaks knows the score

9-11 is a PsyOp, just like 9/11. Call 911?









Odd Coincidence
Hearsay: "I'm here in Vegas... Personally know three nurses and NONE of them were called in. They actually called their hospitals (all work in different locations) and were all told they "weren't needed." The Sunrise surgeon on MSNBC interviews claims they had 30 surgeons working on patients.

You would think they would call in as many nurses that they could as well. How it was not all hands on deck with 500+ casualties absolutely baffles me. All three women said their hospitals and staff are already overwhelmed as it is and no way can they handle that capacity."

Wikileaks knows the score
Kurt Richard Haskell:
OK, just a little critical thinking about Las Vegas. Why would the shooter on the 32nd floor of Mandalay Bay ever stop shooting? He stopped over an hour before the cops breached his door. He could have continued to shoot and could have killed thousands at the concert. He could have also killed many cops as they attempted to enter his room. It seems to me that the most reasonable explanation is that he stopped in order to escape. There were reports of a security guard getting shot on the same floor. Yet, the shooter on the 32nd floor was already dead when cops entered his room. Therefore, this shot security guard was either shot by the escaping shooter or was the escaping shooter dressed in a security uniform. Next, why are we told that the shooter in the 32nd floor had multiple cameras set up and then told none of them were on? Obviously, this doesn't make any sense. It would have been easier to just say there weren't any cameras there at all. Because we were told there were cameras there, I have to conclude they were and someone mistakenly spilled the beans about this. Why? At the press conference yesterday, the sheriff said two cameras were in the hall on a room service cart, one was on the peephole of the door and the other in the main area of the room. This placement would be more in line with recording someone coming to and entering your room and not for the purpose of filming himself shooting. The placement of two cameras inside the room also doesn't equate to this being surveillance for when the cops arrive. Once the cops get to your door or in your room it's too late to escape. Therefore, I have to believe these cameras were there to record a sting operation or a fake sting operation of some kind.



* From Rikki Raulerson on     Facebook:

"I'm posting this for those of us who were on the strip Sunday night, who know what we saw and what we were told by police officers, security guards, and even the local news when all of this madness started. And I am posting this in hopes of informing others who have believed everything they've seen on the news. If while leaving the Cosmopolitan, we had been told there was one shooting at the Mandalay Bay, Anthony and I would have not been worried for our lives and we would have continued to go out, knowing we weren't headed to that particular area of the strip. But that's not what we were told. We were told that there were 7 confirmed shooters, and confirmed deaths at multiple hotels. Including Bellagio, the Aria and New York New York. Being told this by a security guard, who then told us to go to the third floor for safety.
However, Anthony says, "No Rikki. This is a very popular hotel, I don't feel like the third floor of this popular hotel in public is the safest place. We're going to try and get out of here right now." Running back to our hotel next door, Vdara, we are told once again by police/security checking our id and room key, "yes multiple hotels effected. Go to your room and do not leave." We then get to the room, immediately turn on the news and start watching out of our windows to figure out what is going on. The news also states, live, that the Bellagio had been effected and there was one confirmed death. 
"Now... skip ahead about an hour. The news is no longer stating anything about the other hotels effected. They say it is one person. Every bit of info that was being initially given to us was disappearing. We could physically see from our window view, fire alarms going off at the cosmopolitan, and multiple cop cars and ambulances pulling up there as well. We wanted more information about what was happening at these other hotels right next to us, and we weren't getting it. And we still aren't.
Monday morning I am of course telling my friends and family about our experience, and I was starting to really feel like I was crazy. Everyone was telling me there was only one shooter, and I just couldn't understand what I had seen. Finally, other people like myself started speaking out. I was relieved to know that I wasn't crazy, but now just as confused as to why the media is trying to hide this information. There are now videos and statements popping up all over the web, showing proof of other shooters and other effected hotels.
Why are they trying to hide this?! If for no other reason, think about being a family member of the others who died or were injured at these other hotels. They deserve the respect, and the truth as to what happened to their loved ones.
Follow the Weapons Deals


"Now, can we please stop talking about Gun Control for just a few minutes, and figure out what is really going on here? Figure out the real motive of this incident, and inform people of the truth. Laws can be put in place for anything and everything. There will always be people who break them. And especially with all of the technology we have now days, it is not very hard to find anything you want. Whether it's an illegal weapon, drugs, anything. Laws will always be broken. So let's stop pretending this incident wouldn't have happened if more laws were in place, but instead demand the truth about what really happened that night, and why? Don't be so naive."






What does FBI actually do?













Video:








Some of the 58 Victims from Las Vegas Shooting -- RIP


If you suspect victims died in a false flag, you may appreciate these oddities:

Older than in doctored
photo with Paddock
Original on left; doctored one (R) spread by psyop media liaison

>>wink<<

Speaking of photoshop/cosmetic surgery...
Guard Jesus Campos under San Bernadino shooter (?)

One of the victims came from San Bernadino:
His funeral featured a symbol known to signal false flags: SHOES:

 ...shoes, lots of stray shoes...


Notice how many terror attacks
include stray shoes & people
walking around
barefoot for no reason



Ellen just upgraded her slot machines in MGM hotels (owners of Mandalay) and was the only person allowed to interview guard Jesus Campos. Wearing an authoritarian military-style outfit, Ellen led Campos through the establishment narrative. Yeah, me too: I used to think she was cute.

I had many heroes before I was red-pilled. Now I have new heroes like for instance Ole Dammegard from whom I stole some of these photos. (Sorry.)

No, I don't like this any more than you do. 
But I've talked to eyewitnesses of elite criminals who make so much of our world FAKE!



This testimony from witness Kimberly Suchomel, RIP. "I have been receiving phone calls, messages & texts galore since Sunday night, and I have been providing the same copy & pasted message to each of those who have contacted me. A really quick, vague, account of what happened at the Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas. It has been nearly 72 hours since the nightmare took place, and I am finally able to sit here & put into words my own personal account. I have attached some photos of the fun we did have.
I would first like to give a huge giant thank you to both Casie Barnard & Ricky Ardito, without them I can guarantee you I wouldn't have gotten out like I did- I would have dropped to the floor, stunned, and I would not have been able to get up. I owe them both my life.
Sunday morning we woke up sore & hungover from the nights before. Friday & Saturday nights were a blast- we drank too much, and fought the crowd to get as close to the stage as possible. We acted like we were in our early 20s and hitting Vegas for the first time; however, when we woke up Sunday we all were in complete agreeance that we would not be doing that again. We decided, instead, to bring in a king sized sheet & sit on the astro-turf in the way, way back & just peacefully watch the concert from our spacious sheet. We also decided to drink the morning and afternoon of, but not the evening, as Ricky, Cassie & Mendy had an early day ahead of them, having to leave at 4am to get Ricky to work Monday morning. When we had full bellies & got our retail fix in-shopping the vendors, we headed to the main stage where we immediately sought out that back sitting area. Unfortunately, we procrastinated getting to our seats for too long, and every spot was taken. We ultimately ended up on the next fake-grass area much closer to the stage- but we still had a decent amount of space & great viewing area, so we spread out our sheet and claimed it our territory. We remember exactly where we were, because most of us (excluding myself) left to go to the bathroom & get water during the concert, so we used landmarks to be able to find each other again. I remember distinctly that one of the bars was to my left and I had to look behind me to see it- thinking maybe I should get one more beer, but I already had a full bladder & I have an irrational fear of porta-potties, so I decided against it.
We are all hanging out on this sheet, dancing our booties off, enjoying ourselves so much that we took off our boots to get even more comfortable. Casie & I were on opposite sides of our little 5-person group. I was on the far right side, and I had so much room to dance that this guy who walked by, who we called "camo man", actually said to me 'taking up a lot of real estate there, eh?" jokingly. After about 20 minutes of Jason Aldean's set, I got this overwhelming feeling to go stand over by Casie. I can't tell you why, but I did. The entire time I was dancing next to her I kept thinking to myself, "why? Why don't I go back to my spacious area?? There is no room to dance over here.. I am not having a good time over here... okay, on the next song I will". But, there wasn't a next song.
From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire crackers were set off. Let me repeat that... FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF. I verbally stated "some asshole just shot of fire crackers in close proximity to so many people". I was literally pissed off. You could see Jason Aldean look to his left kind of startled by it, but he was also clearly irritated. I would say about 15 seconds later, the first volley of gunfire was released. It was a shorter volley than any of the others, and the gunfire was not as close together either. EVERYONE looked up, down, around. We thought it was more fire crackers at first, but then Ricky reached over, told us all to put our boots on, quickly. And the volley ended. Then people started to panic. The gentlemen behind me looked at me as I was putting on my boots, half laying down, and said "calm down crazy, its just fireworks, jeez" That is when the 2nd volley went off, Ricky yelled at us all to get down, flat, & we immediately knew there was someone shooting at us. I remember getting down, but I didn't lay flat for some reason, thinking- oh my gosh, I need to get flatter than I am now, but my body just wouldn't let me. That was the 2nd volley. At the end of that volley ( I am still struggling to get my boots on), we turned and tried to run, but the people behind us still weren't moving. I yelled at the lady "RUN! ITS GUNFIRE! RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!" The look on her face was pure terror, but she finally dropped her stuff and turned to begin running... But then the 3rd volley hit... and it was close. Very, very close to us. I could physically see the impact of the bullets on the astro-turf, I could feel the warmth & the passing of bullets. Once that 3rd volley was over, Casie linked her arm into mine, and we decided at that moment we weren't stopping- we were getting the Hell out of there. And I do mean Hell. We were in literal Hell. The gentlemen that mocked me stating it was just fireworks fell to the ground, and he never got back up. The lady behind me (who was now in front of me) who was terrified as I told her to run, never got back up. I actually had to physically step over her body to run (something I am still struggling with, so please don't attack me. I was absolutely in flight-or-fight mode). There was another person to my right who also wasn't moving. We ran. I don't know what direction we ran, I don't know towards which landmark we ran. We just ran. It was at this time our group got split up. Casie & I were together. Ricky, Cassie & Mendy were together.
We were rounding some sort of corner maybe- and I looked to the right and I saw this large cowboy sitting down with his legs spread, holding a blood-soaked woman. I thought to myself "we NEED to hide", but as I looked quickly for somewhere to go, the gunfire once again got closer and closer. We couldn't hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were chasing us. That exact moment is when I started to really panic. That is the exact moment in which I thought this was it, I was going to die, I was never going to see my family again. So, as we are running, we approach this fence where men are throwing women over, and we ran up to it as they had knocked It down, so we were able to get out. As we crossed the threshold of the venue, my mind went straight to other mass shootings and hearing the victim's families in my head talk about how they never got to say goodbye. I did not want this for my husband (who was at work) & my grandma (who had my daughter, Scarlett). So, at 10:07pm I called my husband franticly leaving him a voicemail- telling him that I loved him and was in the middle of a shooting & I wasn't sure if I would make it out alive. Next, while still running, I called my grandma to tell her the exact same thing. But the gunfire wasn't stopping this whole time. It wasn't ceasing. It wasn't slowing down. And It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. But I know, I just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got. I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing. 100% more than one.

As we were running, we kept changing direction, because it felt like no matter what direction we took, we were being followed. So we ended up running in a weird triangular path. The first place I remember getting to was a parking lot, and I told Casie (who was slightly in front of me) we needed to get under one of the trucks. She turned to me and started her way back to me, and that is when the gunfire got even CLOSER than ever before. It was RIGHT THERE. It was within the parking lot. Everyone around us was panicking once again. So we ditched the idea of getting underneath a vehicle, and we continued the run for our lives. If you know me, you know I am a big girl, who is out of shape, and who definitely does not run for any reason. But I can tell you I ran like I have never run before.

The 2nd place I remember going by was Hooters- which is where we met back up with the rest of our small group. We ran towards the entrance thinking we could take cover there, but as we got closer, a stampede of people ran out, terrified. We could only conclude that there was another gunman inside of that hotel. This made us even more scared- we had nowhere to go- no one to trust. At some point, we ended up at the airport & even entered the building for safety. Everyone as we entered were screaming at the staff "IS IT SAFE IN HERE?" but we weren't getting anyone to answer us, so after running about 30 feet into the building, not getting the answers we so desperately needed, we decided it, too, wasn't a safe spot, so we got out of there quickly and continued running.
After all this running, we were tired, sore & having to stop to cough, gag and even vomit. We ran across an intersection & us & another group of people pleaded with a limo driver to let us in and get us out of there. He was clearly confused & didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't let us in. Next, we ran to a taxi van & she was willing to let us in, but she told us her van only held 4 people & she wasn't going to let the 5 of us in, so we said screw it and continued running. At one point, we ran passed a small liquor store where they so graciously gave us water bottles. We passed UNLV as well.
Some things I can't remember exactly where we were or at what time of the night they happened. But we were running along what I am guessing was Tropicana Avenue, and this dark colored sedan drives by, slows a little, and a smaller Hispanic, dark-haired woman leans out the window, and she yells something we couldn't understand in a clearly taunting manner. It really freaked us out, because again, we didn't know who we could and could not trust.
I don't remember at which time, but at some point, Ricky was reminded by Cassie that his Uncle Manny lived in Vegas. He called him, and we made a plan to meet him at a grocery store a couple miles away to get picked up. We finally made it to him, he shoved us all in his car, drove us to our hotel (we stayed off the strip), waited for us to pack (this literally took us all of 10 minutes max to do), and escorted us to the freeway to get us home. A HUGE thank you to Uncle Manny for his love, generosity & kindness.
The what-ifs still kill me. What if we hadn't decided to be chill that night? What if we went to the same sardine-like spot we were in the two previous nights? What if we had been drinking as much as we had been Saturday night? Would we have had the reaction time to escape? What if I hadn't had the desire to move next to Casie? Would we have been separated? There are still so many what-ifs from that night.
I have been watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my family. And it just doesn't make sense. The story that are feeding everyone doesn't add up to our eyewitness accounts. There is something wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask me. There are multiple people stating that there was a lady towards the beginning of the evening who had made her way up to the stage warning people that we were all gunna die- her and her boyfriend were escorted off the premises. Why has she not been mentioned by authorities? Every single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and at least one from the ground- why aren't we being taken more seriously? Tons of things don't add up.
I know I am forgetting a bunch of what happened, and I will edit this post to include it as I remember.
I praise our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, for surviving a horrific incident. People were dropping like flies all around me, and there is absolutely ZERO reason why I wasn̢۪t at least struck with a bullet. I left the Route 91 Festival completely unharmed physically, besides some scrapes and super sore bones & muscles. Mentally, however, is a different story. I do okay during the day, but as soon as nightfall hits, I get super scared & anxious. I am even typing this up with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to go anywhere, ever. I can no longer be in any place with large crowds- concerts, festivals, theme parks, zoos, etc. I can no longer trust anyone around me. I can no longer close my eyes without seeing those bodies & hearing the sound of gunfire. I am ruined, as are thousands upon thousands of people.
We were given wristbands to wear for the 3-day event. I can't seem to take mine off.

We went to Las Vegas for a super fun, down to Earth country concert featuring our favorite artists. We left scared, scarred, traumatized and broken. And for that, we demand answers."