this is a darned good avenue to persue and probably the ONLY one at this point that will hit any real paydirt. there are many people out there who take for granted that "the guy playing paul" is an impostor, but they have never been approached by any organized effort to bring the truth out. one encrypted email exchange could be all we need.....and a little courage would help too, as often one scary phone call or threatening encounter is all it takes to scare people sh!tless.
The thing is, I think most everybody would be OK with the news. I mean, surprised, maybe shocked for some, but then most people would say, like, well, that's OK, billy is great, we've really like his music since whenever he appeared; there must have been a good reason at the time.
And most would have two questions, (1) Why'd they choose to do it this way, and (2) what really happenned to JPM?
Some people would get drawn into, (3) how did they pull it off so well? We would have never known.....
The PTB will IMO protect the status quo for many years. At some point in the distant future it won't matter to anyone. and our greatgrandchildren will
suss it all out. We could perserve TKIN and NIR in an Internet Time Capsule and when the time comes for the Big Washdown in 2087 A.D., our progeny can haggle over it then. Frankly, what "we are leaving for them" as of now is a rather confusing mish-mash of the plausible and the absurd. We should tighten it up, but we won't, so they're just gonna get whatever-the-h*** mess it is that we leave 'em.
Actually. by then, the notions we propose here may be so predictable to the pragmatic. prodigious generation of the late 21st Century as to render them
"old hat." By then, topics like "Mind Control" and "covert applications" will be so widely understood and discussed in day to day chatter among MENSA level high schoolers that they'll find our amazement at "PWR" to be the naivity of their quaint old grandparents.
"Say, Heidi, can you believe that the people back then couldn't grasp the idea of a "substitute operation"?
"I know, Ginger. Amazing. And what gets me is that they actually used to have to carry CD's around in a flimsy plastic player device. And everybody's car ran on gasoline. Thank God we stopped drilling up all the petroleum. And their "cars" only travelled around on the ground. What a drag."
"Well, what DID in fact happen to the first McCartney, Heidi?"
"Don't you know? He got depressed back then and retired, Ginger, he just retired."
"Oh. Wow. Well, I guess life 120 years ago was much more stressful. And people didn't retire at 45 years old like they do nowadays."
"But look at billy today. He's STILL touring!"
"Wow! Now that's the most remarkable career!"
"Yes, Ginger, and I guess that some people desire being on the long and winding road more than others......"
"That may explain everything, Heidi. Well, 'scuze me I've got to run pay my Combined World and North American Taxes. Hey, I only owed $9,000 on the internet tax this past year!"
"Are you trying to make me jealous?"
End of story.----------------------------------------------------Back to Perplexed.
Who knows. Maybe we need only wait 81 years for closure. Groovy. Mark your calendar.
He'd be singing :"When I'm a'- hundred forty-five......."
Folks, we'll all be long gone and no one is going to remember PID. Except Neil Aspinall, who appears to be immortal and who has a pair of lips tighter than Oprah Winfrey's interview girdle. Until one day on camera........
POP!!!!SNAP!!!!! Bla-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-ZWOP!
OK, OK, that was not sweet.
And, you can't sue me for sound effects. But you can soon find me at Jenny's house. Jenny Craig. Yep, Oprah has nothing on me these days, I confess it. I need to hang out with Ms. Craig until I can honestly sing:
"When I'm a'- hundred forty-five......." and I don't mean years.
But until the girdle pops, nobody knows what's under where.
POP!!!!SNAP!!!!! Bla-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-la-dle-ZWOP!
OUCH! DARN! DRAT!
'Scuze me for a brief moment because my stays aren't as they seam. D*mn this lycra.
