Faked everything -Phoenician Navy: the parasite people, the wealthy who have been preying on you and yours for thousands of years
Mon 2:00 pm +00:00, 30 Mar 2026
Source, page 2 here: https://mileswmathis.com/matt.pdf
Walsh does mention that Metaverse failed. He doesn’t mention that ChatGPT is failing. I told you
these chatbots were a fad that would quickly fade, and they already are. He doesn’t mention that all
these big companies are downsizing, including Microsoft, Google, and Meta, because no one wants
what they are selling. Kinda conflicts with their claims about AI, doesn’t it? If AI was the next big
thing, all these companies should be upscaling like crazy. Instead, the only thing they are upscaling is their begging from the treasury.]
Walsh then admits this is part of a larger trend, and that we are surrounded by fakeness. That we can’t trust anything. So how far is he going to go? Well, you know he isn’t going to go as far as I do,
because he never has, not even close. So let’s watch closely and see where he stops, and how he
justifies stopping there.
Well, he then hits fake wood flooring, fake food, fake art, autotune, and body augmentation, but he isn’t going any deeper, is he? More like sideways. Yes, I give him credit for hitting the subject of fake art, one of my first subjects, and I have also hit these others, including autotune and even vinyl flooring.
But we keep waiting for him to head down the real rabbit hole . . . knowing that he won’t. Will he even mention that Jesse Ventura just admitted Trump’s assassination was staged? Of course not. He can’t go there. Also can’t go anywhere on the Charlie Kirk fake, the staged Iran War, the staged blitzkrieg on Venezuela, the staged Ukraine War, or the thousands of staged serial killers, mass murders, murders, rapes, assaults, fires, food shortages, explosions, ship sinkings, building collapses, nuclear accidents, shuttle disasters, plane crashes, synagogue attacks, and faked celebrity deaths. All of that is the same sort of mirage he just uncovered, but he hopes you won’t make the jump. He wants you questioning what he is questioning, and nothing else. He wants you to think it is a new thing when it isn’t. It is only a change of form. Everything has always been fake, but now they have AI to help them with it.
As I predicted, he doesn’t go anywhere or tell you anything. He already hit his deepest depth at min.18, when he admitted that maybe the algorithms create themselves in a tiny tin-man daisy chain. By min. 35 he has already concluded, moving on to “the solution”. So he didn’t even need to justify going no deeper, he just stopped, hoping you wouldn’t notice he was still on the surface. And his solution is?
“Touch grass”. In other words, government won’t fix it, you have to fix it yourself by opting out. You
have to embrace the reality around you. True as far as it goes, and I have said something similar as part of my advice to you. BUT. After just showing you all the ways government is jerking you, Matt might wish suggest they quit doing that. Quit lying to you, gaslighting you, surrounding you with walls of noise and misdirection. Quit poisoning you with fake food. Quit poisoning your water and air. Quit poisoning all your entertainment. Quit poisoning your grass with Round-up. Hard to touch grass when all your grass is dead, or astroturfed, or turned to pavement. Which is just to say it is magnificently difficult to live a real life in a fake country. To be a real person surrounded by robots, robot wannabes, greedheads, and gobemouches. Yes, the short-term, stop-gap, muddle-through answer is to embrace reality and be the best you can be and all that. But in the long term, that ain’t gonna get the job done, which is why I am in in the house here writing right now instead outside touching grass. I touched some grass today, and hugged a tree, and mugged my kittens, and that kept me sane for another 24 hours, but we are in a war, friends, and touching grass isn’t going to win a war.
So this is the usual Matt Walsh deep dive that stays right on the surface. He is much bark and very
little bite. You shouldn’t be surprised, since he came out of the Daily Wire, Ben Shapiro*, you know.
So he has to stay in a very narrow pen, doing some good work standing down gender ideology, maybe, but otherwise not drifting too far off the Phoenician party line. He calls himself a theocratic fascist, which no serious person would ever do, an anti-environmentalist, ditto, and accepts all mainstream events at face value, spinning them right but never questioning them beyond that.
Anyway, it should be clear to you by now that the government declared war against you long ago, and they aren’t just going to quit and go home. If you don’t fight back you are going to continue to lose.
You aren’t in a war with Iran or Russia or China or terrorists or immigrants, you are in a war with what I call the Phoenician Navy: the parasite people, the wealthy who have been preying on you and yours for thousands of years. They aren’t aliens or hybrids or Annunaki, either, they are flesh and blood like you, but without your sense of honor. They have no regard for truth or honor or virtue, they only care for money and position, however achieved. They not only cheat, lie, and steal, they prefer to cheat, lie, and steal. They cheat, lie, and steal even when there is no need to, just for fun. This is what floats their shallow boat, because this is who they are and always have been, and I guess always will be. You will often catch them talking about depth, as part of their con, but in truth they have no conception of it. They honestly don’t know what it is, because they have never experienced it.
I know because I have spent much time with them (mostly in the art world), as well as with the
common people, and I can tell you the common people are far deeper. As I have said before, I don’t
glorify the common people. I am here to tell the truth, and no one would believe me if I glorified the
contemporary person. We all know better. The contemporary person in the US is, on average, very
poorly educated (or miseducated, on purpose), insular, narrow, and extremely short-sighted, but he is
also, in general, honest, well-intentioned, loyal, and energetic. He may not always do the right thing,
but given equal opportunity, he would prefer to. And to our point here, I can say that he knows what
depth is. He may himself have little depth or much, as the case may be, but wherever he may fall on
that spectrum, he can see and appreciate depth. He knows what it is. He knows what the truth is. He
knows what honor is. He knows what virtue is, and can reach out and touch it, if not always, then
sometimes. So that even if he is the rubiest of the rubes, he is far and away better than the rich man
who doesn’t even know what I am talking about.
What does a man fear and hate the most? The unknown. Which is why the Phoenicians fear and hate
depth the most: for them it is unknown. It is like machines listening to humans talk about emotion:
they cannot comprehend it. Or like the blind listening to the sighted speak of color. Yes, they can ape
and mimic it, creating a simulacrum of depth: think Hollywood. A lot of noise and posturing and
camera angles and fancy lighting: Hollywood mimics modern life and modern life mimics Hollywood,
which is the creation and which is the creator? But who could mistake that for reality, much less
depth? No one but a Phoenician, who doesn’t know the difference.
The Phoenicians never could distinguish reality from their own created vaudevilles, all the way back to the Pharisees and before, the Pharaohs and before, which is why they had no idea of depth. Depth implies a layering, and the Phoenicians only ever had one layer: their own staging. What could exist beneath or behind that? With only a story, and no concern for the truth, and therefore no connection to reality, there could be no layering and therefore no depth. No other, just “us”. No that, just this. The surface and only the surface.
Which is why they can now try to sell us life as a hologram. The Phoenician existence has always been nothing but a hologram. A projected image on the void. A vinyl floor floating above . . . nothing.
Depthless, meaningless, purposeless, empty.
You or I can’t conceive of such a thing, but for the Phoenicians it is the only thing they can conceive of. Where you see everything, they see nothing. Where you see richness, they see paucity. Where you see life, they see death.
Where you see beauty, they see a “beauty myth”. Where you see a forest, they see a strip mall. Where you see a pristine lake, they see a parking lot. Where you see an island paradise, they see a series of golf courses watered by effluent and sprayed with pesticides.
Where you see Palestine, they see a New Riviera of golf courses and strip malls, watered with sludge and effluent. Where you see Hawaii, they see a New Riviera of golf courses and strip malls, watered with sludge and effluent. Where you see Pacific Palisades, they see a New Riviera of golf courses and strip malls and fake data centers, watered with sludge and effluent. Where you see Venezuela, they see a New Riviera of golf courses and strip malls and gas stations and oil fields and bitcoin mines and private jails, watered with oil sludge and human feces and glyphosate scum. Where you see the Pacific Ocean, they see a trillion-gallon sewage dump of vaccine needles and face masks and plastic straws and plastic bags and styrofoam peanuts and old tires and driftnets and computer flotsam and pharmaceutical jetsam and disintegrating Lego blocks and plastic diapers and thousand-mile oil slicks further poisoned with Corexit.
Touching grass isn’t going to reverse any of that, so I suggest you get busy with that revolution.
Now is the time. There has never been a better time.
