The State of the Union speech Obama won’t give

The State of the Union speech Obama won’t give

by Jon Rappoport

January 11, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

“The greatest covert op in the world is demoralization. If you can do that to a population, anything and everything follows.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

Suppose, in a burst of exasperation, Obama gave a quite different State of the Union Address to Congress and the American people.

Exasperation? Why? Because Obama wants recognition for his clever and ingenious manipulations. He doesn’t want to be known as a clueless President. He doesn’t want to be remembered as a rank amateur. He wants credit where credit is due. Therefore, he spills the beans:

—Dear Congress and Dear Americans. I can’t believe you haven’t seen what I’ve been up to these last seven years. It staggers me, frankly. What’s wrong with you? Are you all on drugs? Don’t answer that.

First and foremost, I’ve been busy expanding a permanent underclass which is wholly dependent on the government. That’s my job. When I took over in 2009, the number one issue in America was unemployment. Remember?

I side-stepped that right away. Are you kidding? I never intended to solve the problem. Why would I? Instead, I focused on Obamacare, which has turned into the most unwieldy national health insurance program in the world.

But listen. That was no accident. Do you really think I couldn’t foresee what a disaster Obamacare would be? Do you think I’m that dense? Of course I knew. The Plan was set up that way. It was designed to be a catastrophe. Why, you ask? Because I wanted yet another program that would demoralize and entangle you, the American people. Many of you won’t believe that. So be it.

Demoralization and entanglement was my strategy. It wasn’t a byproduct. It’s an operation—just as exacerbating the racial divide in America is an operation. You don’t think I know what’s happening in that regard?

Open borders, creating ISIS and then attacking it, purposely stimulating waves of immigrants coming out of Syria—these are a few of the operations designed to confuse, depress, and demoralize our society, in addition to attaining certain geo-political and economic objectives. Get with it. Come on.

Do you really think I’m unaware that open borders will put an overwhelming strain on the US economy? Everyone with a few active brain cells knows that. Forget the “studies” and the media propaganda. It’s an obvious as the nose on your face.

I was put in the White House to make things worse. There are no accidents. If you look past our fiddling with unemployment figures, you’ll see a glint of truth. We want to keep jobs out of America. What do you think these trade treaties are all about? We want to send more jobs overseas. I’m not some “embattled” President seeking to save the soul of America. I’m here to create demoralization and chaos. I’m an agent.

An agent of what? Well, why do you think I went into a full-on ass-biting panic a few months ago, when it looked like one of those Globalist trade treaties, the Trans-Pacific Partnership [TPP], was on the verge of rejection? I work for the Rockefeller Globalists. Brzezinski was my tutor after I won my first election in 2008. He’s David Rockefeller’s intellectual flunky. They weren’t going to accept any excuses, if I couldn’t get the TPP ratified. Those boys don’t play patty-cake.

What does Globalism want with America? Again, please wake up and smell the decaying roses. Globalism wants to cut America down to size. Why? Because the coming global management system needs a weakened American empire. People have been talking about that for several decades. Apparently, you’ve been too busy watching CSI and Seinfeld reruns. Wow. I mean, really.

And guns? Please! Gangs and terrorists can only get their weapons from licensed dealers? Have you heard me say or do anything compelling about gangs in America? Of course not. Gangs help keep large sections of inner cities in a state of fear. Gangs help maintain a permanent underclass. And that class is obviously dependent on government. Here’s a clue for you. Which is worse, the takeover of a small federal building in Oregon or the thousands of ongoing shootings in Chicago? If I really wanted to do something about gun violence, where do you think I’d focus my efforts?

You people have bought the big lie about “unintended consequences.” I don’t have any of those. What I do is geared to produce certain results, and what I do works. I’m not a doofus sitting in the Oval Office. Look at my Presidency or any US Presidency as a conscious effort to make certain things happen. What happens was planned. It’s simple. I don’t wake up in the morning and say, “My God, how did that occur?” I say, “Good, my plan is working.” You’re the most naïve bunch of folks I’ve ever come across. You really are. Were you raised on rainbows and marshmallows? Did you actually buy my empty Hope and Change promise? Don’t bother answering. We all know you did. If you look one thin layer under the surface, you’ll see I’m not the first black President or the first true Idealist President or the first post-racial President. I’m another Globalist President, and my bosses are happy with my work. I’m getting gold stars on the blackboard. Or the white board for you hyper-sensitive types.

Speaking of which, the whole political correctness-language deal is another op. It’s coordinated with open borders to keep critics’ mouths shut. Racist this and racist that. We want to shut you up and keep you quiet. Our media people and academic people are doing a pretty good job. And the “curtailment of free speech” is an unintended consequence? Jesus. Come on. You’ve been eating too much sugar and taking too many pills.

Here’s a beautiful example of your naïve loony-bird faith. Remember, during my first campaign for President, when I gave a nudge and a wink to all you folks about GMO food? I intimated that I’d be an ally against Monsanto. And then I went ahead and let more new GMO crops in the door than any previous President had. I appointed a whole raft of ex-Monsanto people to key posts in my administration. And you thought that was because I wasn’t paying attention? I was distracted by other issues? It was an accident? I’m still laughing about that one. I have to laugh, because otherwise I’d cry at how goofy you are—how unable you are to see what I’m really up to. And I want you to see, because goddammit, I don’t intend to go down in history as a doofus amateur President. I’m a professional. My Globalist over-bosses saw that. They had faith in me. They knew I could make the grade. They knew I could implement an agenda, come hell or high water.

The State of the Union is bad, because it’s supposed to be. The middle class shrinking, widespread unemployment, the exporting of jobs overseas, the expansion of the permanent underclass, demoralization, rising debt, funding of terrorists like ISIS, gangs, drugs, the widening racial divide, open borders, and so on.

The Globalist plan is to eventually erase all national borders and have every “nation” composed of a diverse un-melting pot—one seething planet under one global management system, with giant corporations roaming free across the world like the predators they are. That’s just a brief sketch. And I’ve been doing my part for the past seven years.

I’m a key figure in a titanic takeover plan. See that, recognize that. You want to know the only difference between Bush and me? He’s a Globalist, too, but he represented a faction of neocons who want the US to be the cowboy Globalist boss. I want the shared international solution. It’s a better idea. And my bosses know that.

Now, listen up. There are some issues you think Presidents aren’t aware of. You think we don’t have time to explore them. That’s our straight con, because we don’t want you know we’re keeping track. For example, the expansion of mental-health treatment. After Sandy Hook, I announced a new program to establish community mental-health clinics across America, and just weeks ago I ruled that doctors are now cops. That was a good one. Doctors can now report patients who have mental disorders. They can report them so those patients can’t own guns. Well, guess how many Americans the government claims are living with mental disorders? Are you ready? 42 million. Wow.

Psychiatry and psychiatric drugs, which are highly toxic—that’s a plan. That isn’t an accident. Diagnose more and more Americans with mental disorders, including children and even toddlers, and dose them with the drugs. Talk about reducing the function of society—wow. More severe adverse drug effects, more disability, more severe neurological impacts. That’s a real winner. Bush thought so. Clinton thought so. And so do I. Do you really believe I’m unaware of this? What fools these citizens be. Hey, I’m the President. I get briefings. I’m informed, okay? I know what’s going on. I’ve got big Pharma friends. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, “Rockefeller Medicine?”

Taking down America further is part of my job description. And it turns out I’m really good at doing it. I’m getting straight A’s.

Let me make this point: I wasn’t specifically hired as President to promote Islam. As with our creation of ISIS, the idea was to enlist proxies, people who would spread chaos and destabilize societies and countries. The formula is as old as history. Invent chaos and then bring in top-down order like a hammer. Never heard of it? Get your face out of your cell phone. This is the basis of most covert ops. Am I going too fast for you?

Moving right along, I, like Presidents before me, have a “no-ceiling” approach. Can you guess what that means? You can’t, because mainstream news isn’t supposed to bring it up and air it. It’s taboo. For example, when it comes to the federal debt and the number of illegal immigrants coming into America, there is no limit. No ceiling. We behave as if no-ceiling will never become a problem, when in fact it’s a growing disaster. Cute, right? We never say, “Well, when we reach this number, that’s the end, we can’t go any farther.” We never say that or bring it up or discuss it. Why would we? We want to sink America, and no-ceiling is a proper strategy for that purpose. Can you see that? Or are you too addled to notice it? Think of open borders as a flood. And we get most people to say it’s a wonderful flood and a generous and humanitarian flood. Of course, we don’t really mean that. But “generous” and “kind” and “humanitarian” are pushed like huge tanks out into the street, as politically correct expressions. These terms become heavily hypnotic. And all you good little boys and girls, who want to be known as kind and generous, go along.

Hey. Don’t you think I know about mind control and propaganda? Again, I’m the President. I’ve been trained. I’m not a babe in the woods. You’re the babes. Get it?

Now, to prove how smart I am, I want to wander off the reservation and tell you something I’ve figured out on my own. Listen up. It has to do with giant corporations, who are, of course, the leading edge of economic conquest of the planet, according to the Globalist plan. It’s corporations; and banks who invent money out of thin air, all the way into the New Future. But, see, these corporations are heading for a serious crack-up. You know why? Because something else is part of the Globalist plan: increasing poverty all over the world. Yes. Understand that. Do you think we want to make populations more prosperous and independent? Are you kidding? And with the whole climate-change racket, we’re aiming for lowered energy production from the North Pole to Tierra del Fuego. This means that, world-wide, poverty will increase further and the consumer base will shrink and shrink. Therefore, those mega-corporations will have fewer and fewer people they can sell their products to. Meaning: vastly diminishing profits. Bang. Pow. Disaster. I worked all this out on a cocktail napkin while Beyonce and Sting were putting on a concert at the White House. Anyway, when this crisis really kicks in, I’ll be out of it. I’ll be living in a mansion far from the madding crowd.

If things go according to plan, I’ll be watching the new integration of the Middle East, after it’s been ripped up by engineered chaos. An awesome international force will be on the scene, clamping down. Overseeing the oil.

And maybe, after I leave office, I’ll be able to act out one of my fantasies. You want to know what it is? I’m all decked out in military gear, from head to toe, with a face shield and helmet hiding my identity. I’m standing in a line of militarized cops, fully armed, against some citizen protest in the street of a major US city—next to George W and Bill C, in their gear, too. Heavy.

Either that, or I’m holed up in my mansion-compound, as the FBI and Homeland Security come to arrest me for some vague offense I committed during my Presidency. I’m toting a shotgun, two pistols, and I’m wearing a string of WW2 grenades. I’m in shorts and a ratty undershirt, an NFL game is on the tube, and I’ve got a six-pack of Coors in a cooler by my feet. An American flag is flying from the roof, and I’ve got five thousand copies of the Constitution in my garage. If I go down, I go down. But don’t tread on me. Wouldn’t that be fun? Wouldn’t that be a kick? I’ve always wanted to be one of those guys. Not part of any organization or plan, but instead a heroic loner going up against the forces of repression. Needless to say, I never got that during my time in office. I was an agent. I agreed to front for the Big Boys. But just between you and me, I always thought about being a patriot.

The last time I looked, roughly one out of nine Americans was working for some level of government. That’s pretty astonishing, when you stop and think about it. Do you see where we’re heading? How do you like the idea of millions and millions of people shoving computer files around, enforcing mountains of rules and regulations and spying on each other? I mean, how do you like that as the major and preeminent work of society? Talk about demoralization. Talk about pettiness.

Talk about a population educated to be unfit for any kind of meaningful work, and instead whining and complaining and multiplying the number of rules everyone has to adhere to—as a form of psychological revenge—all taking place in the most prosperous country in the world. Talk about a successful op.

I’ve been a central actor in that stage play for the past seven years, and I’m grateful I’ve had the opportunity. Because, if I can’t live out what I really want, maybe I too want revenge. It operates at all levels.

While I’m letting you peek at a few secrets, here is another one. The Individual is dying out. In one sense, that’s exactly what I’m pushing for. But at the same time, like every American, I feel the impact of it. When people sense their individuality is slipping away, they start boiling. They do all sorts of crazy things. They say all sorts of crazy things. Do you see what I’m getting at? They turn a corner and want to destroy all individuals, because they themselves are going down the drain.

Now, if we were a truly courageous people, we would do everything in our power to reinstate The Individual as the highest ideal. Not just abstractly, but in reality. We would take on all the forces that want to make us into a homogenized mass, and we would reject those forces. The free and independent and powerful and creative individual would become our relentless goal. What a revolution that would be. That would be a thing worth fighting for. Yes?

But when most of us make a sober assessment of where we are as a nation, we decide such a revolution is impossible. It’s too late in the game. So we start to make all sorts of excuses and rationalizations, in order to explain our, what shall I call it, cowardice.

And that’s when a person like me shows up, and takes on the mantle of Leader. That’s my cue to perform. That’s my moment. It’s my job to keep moving down that track, to keep pulling the population with me, into a grand Collective Glob.

Make no mistake about it, I wanted that job. I still do. If I’m going to be a major actor, what else can I do? And yet I know other things, things that occasionally come to me in dreams in the night. They’re disturbing glimpses, but they’re also exalting.

There I am, and there you are, on some stormy height, above the fray. We’re looking at an open future that, despite all odds, is open and unwritten.

Our foul and decaying despair and phony cynicism are blowing away in the wind.

We offload all our…smallness, and for the first time we see great gestures and great action. Individual action, apart from any group or government.

the matrix revealed

I tell you this, because I’m in the final stretch. I oppose everything I see in those dreams of mine. But I wanted you to know I’m capable of being more than I am, in the same way that you are. I wanted to put that on the record, even as I work for the destruction of this country, even as I work for the destruction of the free and independent and powerful individual.

Does that make me crazy? Does that make you crazy?

Do you know how many people in America have given up hope in themselves and joined the stupefying Collective?

Do you know how intensely they hide what they know about themselves, and to what lengths they will go to keep hiding it?

It’s an enormous fraud.

But it’s my fraud. I’ve enlisted in the tide of history.

That is where you will find me.

I’ve made my decision.

What about you? Have you made yours?

In any case, you’re on your own.

Once upon a time, a few people saw that as a cause for celebration.

Good night, America. Good night, I’m gone. Soon I’m cashing in my chips and flying to my new mansion. I’m one more individual who ascended the heights and then devoted his efforts to pushing other individuals down into the collectivist swamp. That’s what I did. I’m one more President who took up that sword. Nothing very unusual. But I did it well.

Somewhere deep in my soul, just like you, just like everyone, I once saw a vision of the free and powerful and uncompromised and creative Individual. I had that vision of the greatest possibility in the world, and I buried it, and moved on. And now I move along a little further.

I’m in a long, long line of leaders who have tried to put you in the jaws of the lion.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

12 comments on “The State of the Union speech Obama won’t give

  1. From Québec says:

    Obama: We Are 5 Days From Fundamentally Transforming America

  2. From Québec says:


  3. Black Barry Barack Obama…the black Alfred E. Neuman with those big donkey ears and that dumb look in his face.

    I like you story, I like any story that takes the piss outta any of these penis-slurpers.

    I have been watching them put the fix in for decades now. When I saw Barry stand up, I knew he was the one. And I knew they were going break the heart of African-Americans; and I thought they would make him appear a lot dumber than he is, as a further insult…Barry’s an actor. A trained actor; the inflections the way he moves his body, the hand gestures. He’s skinny but he’s slick. And that down-home shit-eatin grin of his face, and those slurpy slithery folksy words that fall out of his mouth, like he’s talkin to his grandmother. And as if he wouldn’t say shit if had a mouthful of it. Barry is a Manchurian for sure. The problem is, they did the job much too well, and Barry actually believes he is the POTUS. Those things he things he talks about, and are original, they come from higher up…from Mr Wizard.

    I once knew a guy who was completely convinced, he believed without a doubt that he was Jesus Christ, the sheer belief and awesome power of the mind made him physical change to the stereotypical image. He grew his hair long, and a beard, his hand movements and clothing, the practiced words. Ohh he was good. The sandles and the ever so soft slow words that flowed out of his mouth. He facial features took on that ascetic, sad and solemn look of every Christ picture I have seen; Barry got that same look on his face.

    I will leave an interesting article I found over at Global research. You might like it.

    Psychotropic Drugs, Are They Safe? Fourteen Lies That Our Psychiatry Professors in Medical School Taught Us (GLOBAL RESEARCH ARTICLE)

    • Deanna Johnston Clark says:

      How our Jewish carpenter from Galilee morphed into a tall, Hellenic lantern jawed guy with beauty parlor locks and a nightgown is a good question.
      Sad that your friend who thought he was Jesus didn’t start resembling, say, Stuart Margolin, (Angle Martin on Rockford Files). Let’s say a knee length workmans tunic and cropped hair, which was the style for all men. Long hair was the style for homosexuals then.
      Since the very first picture of Jesus was the Good Shepherd, a cropped haired man in a tunic with a lamb slung across his shoulders, I”ll keep enjoying that image.

      • @DJC
        “Sad that your friend who thought he was Jesus…” -DJC

        Well I would’nt call him a friend Dee, he was someone I got to know a little bit, he was a frustrated artist…we were at a psyche ward I spent a year in for a couple of weeks, back when I was in my ‘One flew over the cuckoo’s nest’ period of artistic development.

        Nothing like the surreal to stir the soul, and stop you thinking about the messages being spelled out, and floating around on top of the milk in your bowl of Alpha-bits cereal.

        He was quite good, actually, and mean when you think about it. Were would you have shown up for you second coming, if you were JC; a nut house, right…or at a Walmart.
        I always assumed he (Jesus) was homosexual. He had twelve male friends that followed him around. They were like the village people; one was a fisherman, one was a zealot, one was a plumber, one was a tax collector. They were always washing each others feet. Sleeping in gardens together.
        Of course what I’ve said is’nt the prequisite for being a homsexual, anymore than long hair is, but it does make ya think.

        Now if I had of been Jesus, I would have had twelve Nubian amazon women. Very tall, amazon women…with big…I’d have had a big hammer like Thor. So you whack-a-mole Roman soldiers. And a big nasty parrot on my shouder, like a pirate; that made me sound good. I’d have sold papyrus rolls of my best sayings. At my sermons.
        And I would have made some money on tee-shirts and bobble heads of myself for the dash on peoples chariots.
        Maybe open a sandal store, selling JC Sandals.
        I would of taken a hint from the Catholics and had the Nubian disciples passing a plate around the audience during my loaves and fishes gig.
        The amazons would have carried me into Jeruselem, high above their heads, instead of riding in on what looks like a big dog….I guess it was a little tiny donkey.
        I definitely would have trade-marked my name. I mean that alone is mucho shekels.

  4. gokmen says:

    Beastie Boys – Something’s Got To Give

  5. Larry Byrnes says:


  6. Matt Crawford says:

    The real essence of the Obambi fraud is the complete degeneration of political culture in America.
    How else could such an obvious liar have gained the highest nation in the land? True, massive fraud through the electronic voting machines undoubtedly greased the wheels, but the most obvious reason is right in front of us … and we dare not mention it. So lets admit this truth: the downfall of electoral responsibility, the inability of so many to see what is obvious to what is now the few began with giving the vote to women. We all know ‘they’ elected ‘it’, don’t we. So why not draw the obvious conclusion: as long as women have this franchise they will continue to give responsibility to craven cads who titillate their ridiculous ideals and prejudices with pie-in-the-sky scenario’s of social justice and free lunch’s.
    We will only take back this country when we put women back in their place; pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen, watching their soap opera’s on the telly rather than initiating them in government.

    • @ Matt Crawford

      My God man, what coleones you have to walk in here and make that statement. I’ll give you this you are courageous, or completely stupid…or maybe you are just a knuckle dragger.

      The barrage of comments that will come down on you will be biblical, I’d say…I’d apply for refugee status in another country if I were you, quickly.

      Just a few questions to contemplate though Matt…
      Do you think race, specifically the black vote had anything to do with it, and I mean both male and female and in-between black vote.?
      Do you think spite against a corrupt political system had anything to do with how people cast their vote?
      Do you think the stereotypical condition of old rich white men as presidential candidates had anything to do with voting in of Barry S…hmm?
      Is there possibily another motive, say, by those that place themselves above the rest of us, those that have always ruled, have anything to do with Barry succession.?
      Is Globalism got anything to do with this Matt?
      Is there a possibility that Barry is a Manchurian candidate, specifically designed to do exactly this?
      Does your ma know you speak like this?
      Did you father treat your mother like this?
      Do you have a wife… do you treat her like this…barefoot, knocked-up and cookin in the kichen.
      Is she gagged when she performs these household tasks for you.
      Do you realized that that there is serious recompense is in your future if you continue to think this way.
      Or are you just a shit disturber Matt that came over to piss in the pool?

      “Kinder, Küche, Kirche.” – Slogan to describe women of Imperial Germany 1871-1918 (Children, kitchen, church.)

    • From Québec says:

      @ Matt crawford:

      You know what, Matt? You are not completly wrong. Usually women are not interested in politics or world events. I’ve noticed that on the Alex Jones Show, 99% of the callers on the show, or the comments on the site are from men.. I’m a woman and I can never have a conversation with another woman on politics. they don’t have a clue of what I’m talking about.

      Here in Canada, it’s the women who gave us that litttle idiot Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau. They voted for him because they thought he was good looking. LOL… I don’t even think he’s good looking. He looks more like a fragile dancer of ballet.

    • MendoGal says:

      I’ll ignore your ignorant and offensive blather (echoing that exact philosophy expressed by Adolph Hitler), […]

      P.S. The twin disasters of the Federal Reserve and the bogus 16th Amendment were instituted back when only men had the “right” to vote or be elected in this country. Whoopsies….

  7. Mia Manners says:

    hmmmm Jon…depressing yet authentic..inspiring yet very worrying too….
    Did you see the whole David Bowie vimeo…Black Star…oh my….symbols of archons harvesting on humans in their madness and fear….Bowie left a very good wake up video…I watched it the other night and couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, hearing, another blogger on word press posted a really good piece about the meanings within it…Kyle BeStiff….check him out if you get time.
    You write beautifully, however sometimes its hard to the toxic food and pharma…however I love your messages.
    Warmly and happy new year

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