Just in case anyone should doubt the prescience of our readers, check out this comment made a year ago by faithful commenter Jake Blake: At the time we’d never heard of Ms Baglio, but just this week, guess who popped up on one of Angie’s “please please please pay attention to ME!!!!!” videos?
A couple of our team members watched the thing from beginning to end, and kindly shared some of their observations with us. Here goes:
Viewer A: Oh, this is new—Angie is broadcasting in front of a pair of tart’s knickers. What happened to the stovepipe and teddy bear?
Viewer B: Looks like she’s gone upscale. That’s supposed to be a greenscreen. Stop snickering!
A: What I want to know is, where is her guest broadcasting from? It looks like some kind of institution…
B: Mental hospital? Can’t be prison, they’d never let her have a laptop.A: Oh crikey, another damn super-soldier.
B: Haha, her grandparents used to take her on vacations to deep underground military bases.
A: As one does. Oh, here we go: Angie is trying to one-up her own guest. It wasn’t just her father, it was her entire family! And they had psychic abilities and high IQs…
B: How do they explain Angie then? Genetic throwback?
A: Ssh, Holly’s finally getting a word in edgewise.
B: Whoa, Josef Mengele himself walked into a room where Holly was tied to a chair, and he raped two other kids…! And shapeshifting reptilians! This is the big time, people!
A: “‘In this memory it’s hard for me to even admit this but I feel like Josef Mengele had me sitting in that chair egging him on to rape the two boys and I feel God awful about that…”
B: Hang on, hang on, hang on….When was Mengele born? 1911 or so? And how old is this woman? Late 30s, early 40s maybe? Was Mengele even alive by the time she was old enough for her to egg him on or whatever? Not to mention capable….
A: Don’t ask difficult questions. Besides, all this happened in the astral world, don’t you know.
B: Right, right. Silly of me. Carry on.
A: Angie says she’s stopped astral travelling, by the way. Apparently Jesus…er, I mean Jeshua Jesus, doesn’t approve of that sort of thing.
B: Bloody killjoy.
A: Haha, I found Holly’s description of herself! Get this:
I am an Uberman created by Josef Mengele, who was nicknamed The Angel of Death in WWII. I am a Super Soldier from Black Operations and the Secret Space Program. Special Forces trained me as a child, and I served from the time I was born until December 2011. The Deep Underground Military Bases and above ground Government facilities that I recall are Nelson Canada, Camp Hero Montauk NY, somewhere in Texas, and the other facilities I am still recalling the names and locations thereof.
I am from Project IBIS. As well as I was used in Project Alpha, Delta, Omega, Looking Glass, Seagate, Monarch, and Mannequin, etc.
My greatest fear is that these Black Projects of MKUltra Programming, Mind Control Slaves and Super Soldiers are all still ongoing and fully supported by our tax dollars!
B: Stop, you’re killing me! So her biggest fear isn’t that she’s some kind of mind-controlled crazed killing machine who encouraged the late Dr Mengele to rape children…her biggest fear is that her tax dollars are supporting Block Ops programmes? I’m…I just don’t know what to say to that!
A: Yup. Don’t matter what yuh do in ‘Murka, long as the taxpayers don’t foot the bill.
B: Hey, check this out: Holly and some friends were busted for possession of Ketamine, Ecstasy, and cannabis…looks like it was back in 2001. Ha! I was right. She was four years old when Mengele died.
A: Yeah, but now he lives in the Astral…
B: And Angie can’t prove he doesn’t, because that arsehold Jeshua Jesus won’t let her go there any more. He sounds like a crap boyfriend if you ask me. Controlling bastard.
A: Ooh, what have we here? D’you think this is her super-soldier costume? B: Nice outfit! But next time could you give me a bit of warning? Now I’ve got tea all over my keyboard.
A: Sorry, sorry….but do you think all super-soldiers get to wear a tinfoil tiara, or just the ones trained by Josef Mengele in the astral plane?
B: What I want to know is why she’s standing on a chair. Is that part of their training?
A: SO MANY QUESTIONS…
B: Hey, check this out: Holly talks about how she went to a mental institution for a week in December 2014. She says she went mute for nine months. Angie says, “That’s a programme, that used to be my default. I used to go mute”.
A: Omigod, so there’s hope? Could it happen again? How do we arrange this?
B: I’m thinking we’ll have to run it past this Jeshua Jesus chappie. He controls her every move, you know.
A: Ahahaha, Angie’s saying the reason her sister was murdered…stop snorting…the reason she was murdered is that the MK Ultra people had an experiment going on where they were swapping out newborn babies in the hospital.
B: What on earth for?
A: Shits and giggles, I don’t know. They’re MK Ultra, it’s what they do. Anyway, do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?
B: Sure, go on…
A: So yeah, they stole the real sister and left poor Mum with the fake. Mum knew right away, of course. She said, “That’s not my baby”.
B: I’d have said that about Angie.
A: Yeah, but the kicker? She’s saying this is why Fiona was murdered. She and Mum were going to get DNA tests, and the Powers That Be couldn’t risk them finding out the truth.
B: Seems like a bit of an extreme solution. Couldn’t they have just sent them fake results instead? I thought these people were all-powerful?
A: Would you stop being so bloody logical?
B: Sorry, keep forgetting. Is it teatime yet?
At this point, the transmission cut out. But we think you get the idea. Incidentally, Holly seems to have a bit of a temper:
We’re currently taking bets on how long it’ll take for Angie and her latest BFF to fall out. Get your answers in early!
A note to our readers: El Coyote has finally been persuaded to take a bit of a summer holiday. We’ve packed his bags for him, and as of Saturday, 22 July, we’ll be shoving him out the door. No doubt he’ll keep poking his nose back in and checking for new developments on the Hoaxtead front, but we’re encouraging him to claim a deck chair, apply sunscreen liberally, and take it easy for a week or so. He’s been growling and howling about it, but we think he’s finally starting to accept our advice. In turn, we’ve agreed to let him at the computer in the event that anything startling should occur.