As so often, reading about strange coincidences seems to attract them. As I mentioned in my Copper State post, I have been reading the conspiracy classic "King Kill 33" by James Shelby Downard, which ostensibly argues that the Freemasons killed JFK but is in fact an extremely thoroughgoing catalogue of impressive and not-so-impressive coincidences, only a small fraction of which could be explained by a Masonic conspiracy even in principle. Today, for example, I read this.
[Elm Street in Dallas, Texas,] was also the home of the Blue-Front tavern, a Masonic hangout in the grand tradition of "tavern-Masonry." . . . The Blue-Front was the site of the "broken-man" ritual in which various members of the "Brotherhood of the Broom" swept the floor and tended some fierce javelino pigs. The Blue-Front was once a firehouse and was still sporting the pole in the late '20s. This is extremely germane symbolism. The national offices of the Texaco oil corporation are located on Elm Street, Dallas. Its chief products are "Haviland (javelino) oil" and "Fire Chief" gasoline.As you can see, this is all pretty bizarre even by conspiracy-theory standards. I mean, suppose you were a Masonic Grand Master responsible for orchestrating a presidential assassination. Obviously, the first order of business would be to make sure the president's motorcade passed through a street that was home to a company whose chief products had names reminiscent of random facts about a Masonic hangout that once existed on the same street! Apparently, among Masons this is what passes for leaving one's calling card at the crime scene. What Downard is doing isn't a conspiracy theory; it's just random coincidence-noticing of the sort to which I am myself addicted.
Anyway, when I read this, I thought, "I know Havoline motor oil, which must be what he means, but Fire Chief? I've been to a few Texaco gas stations but never noticed that name."
While I was reading Downard, my wife was watching TV -- one of those reality shows about very fat people. Just minutes after reading about Fire Chief gasoline, I happened to glance up at the TV and saw that the very fat woman who is the star of the show had just ordered a genuine vintage Texaco Fire Chief gas pump and had it delivered to her house.
Those Masons!
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KK33 is so packed with weirdness that the special weirdness of this alleged ritual didn't really sink in the first time around: "the 'broken-man' ritual in which various members of the 'Brotherhood of the Broom' swept the floor and tended some fierce javelino pigs." Sweeping the floor and tending javelinas (peccaries)? What the hell kind of ritual is that?
Google turns up no other references to this supposed ritual. All hits for "Brotherhood of the Broom" are references to the sport of curling, and none of them mention peccaries. The closest I could find was the poem which closes "A Brief History of Ayr and Alloway Curling Club," which includes the line "Sweep, sweep, you swine! Will it reach the hog line?"
It just goes to show how effectively those perfidious Masons are able to erase all mention of their dark rituals from the historical record, leaving nothing but the allusive names of popular petroleum products to testify to what horrors were once enacted on Elm Street, Dallas.
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