The lawyer thing is just a scenario. It is also possible that NSA listened in on his conversations and didn’t need a call from the lawyer. It’s all conjecture at this point. We don’t even know that it wasn’t an accident. All we know is that it stinks. And this adds to the stench.
Politicians, Top Brass, Public Figures and Reporters get real time attention.
The rest of us? Archived against a future need.
“It’s all conjecture at this point. We don’t even know that it wasn’t an accident.”
I’ll take it far beyond that, even far beyond wideawake:
I know this. I am sitting in a room in a building I call home. I am sitting at a desk, on which is a device with a keyboard and a mouse attached to a screen, which is attached to a black box which I was told is a cable modem connected to something I was told is called the internet.
On the screen, in response to some manipulations of the keyboard and the mouse, I can somewhat predictably get the screen to display images of words and pictures, which can more, or less, correlate with other images on another manipulatable device that plugs into the wall, which is called a TV.
The words and images on the desktop device seem produced in a purposeful and organized fashion, but who is organizing them, and for what purpose, is based on mere assumptions based, over time, by other words and images that have appeared from unknown people for unknown purposes.
Tonight, the words on the screen are related to a person I have never met, nor heard of before, who was supposed to have died in an accident I did not witness, under circumstances that I can not verify.
The words tell me there were ashes that are the remains of his body, but that someone else I don’t know has said that other people I don’t know, who never verified that these were his remains or that there ever was a death of the person, say this is not true.
Someone else I have never met told someone else that this person knew “something” and was going to go “underground”, or disappear for a while, and now he apparently has, but it looks suspicious, and other people I don’t know claim that authorities I don’t know are threatening them.
I’m pretty certain [although I don’t know how I could ultimately verify it] that the room and the desk and the device with a screen are all real, although it is getting late, and I have had first-hand experiences - I think - that playing with certain psychoactive chemicals can lead to alterations in even the most basic take on consensus reality.
Still, I think I could verify this take on reality, perhaps, to my own satisfaction by manipulating the device so as to “post” these typed words to the internet, and see if any response, or lack of response, shows up on my screen over time, and see if the correlation of those words compared to my words is convincing.
Or I could just go to bed, if I haven’t already.