by Mike Adams
Um, excuse me for a moment here, but I have a really stupid question. I know you told me there’s no such thing as a stupid question, but this one seems really stupid anyway.
The media has released photos of guns and ammo magazines laying around on the floor of the supposed “sniper’s nest” hotel room on the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay hotel in Las Vegas, but there’s something totally wrong with these pictures:
#1) Where is all the expended brass?
Now, maybe I’m just a moron who thinks automatic rifles discharge expended brass or something, because the last time I shot my rifle — which was yesterday — hot brass kept blasting out the right side port with every round. Very annoying. I wish I knew how to turn that off.
So, given that Stephen Paddock was firing full-auto rifles in a sustained 10-minute assault, at roughly the rate of six rounds per second, we should probably see massive piles of expended brass all over the place.
Let’s see: 6 rounds per second, times 60 seconds in a minute, times 10 minutes of sustained fire… that comes to 3600 rounds of ammunition. If you figure there were pauses in the automatic fire, you could discount that to maybe 3000 rounds actually fired.
Again, maybe I’m just stupid or something, but if Paddock fired 3000 rounds, there should be 3000 brass casings all over the floor of the hotel suite. (I know, I’m invoking logic and reason, both of which are banned in modern society and the mainstream media, but bear with me for a moment for the sake of appeasing a really stupid person…)
But what we see in the photos released by the media show only a tiny smattering of brass casings, almost as if they were thrown around to complete the staging of the scene:
Thank goodness the UK Daily Mail cleared all this up by stating there were, “Dozens of spent shells litter the floor… and a hammer.” Yep, DOZENS. In a mass shooting that supposedly involved the firing of thousands of rounds from this very location, the media proudly reports there are “dozens” of pieces of brass on the carpet.
Did the FBI sweep up all the brass before they took these photos? Maybe they needed the brass for their own reloads so they can stage the next shooting…
I also wonder why the media isn’t calling for a nationwide ban on hammers, since they can clearly be used in mass shootings. #BanHammers
And ban hotels, too, since they provide elevated platforms for mass shooters. That’s right, ban all hammers, but especially full-auto hammers, as they can smash hotel windows at an astonishing rate.
2. Where are all the carpet burns from hot brass and hot gun barrels?
I must be really stupid, because the other day when I was training with my AR-15, I was doing an exercise called “keyhole shooting” which requires you to shoot at targets through nine different holes cut into a large piece of plywood that’s positioned vertically in front of you. Some of these holes are cut near the bottom of the plywood, meaning you have to lay down on the ground to shoot through those holes. Silly me, I forgot to wear a long sleeve shirt, and when I laid down on the ground to shoot from the bottom holes, I found my arms laying across hot brass that was expended from my earlier shots through higher holes.
Not surprisingly, I received serious burns on my skin for the simple reason that — DUH! — expended brass is really, really hot.
And I don’t know if you knew this or not, but the hotter your rifle gets, the hotter your expended brass gets, too. It’s apparently due to physics or some such thing. If you’re firing a full-auto rifle, some internal parts can reach temperatures of 400 C, which is hot enough to either cook a frozen burrito or set Maxine Waters’ hair on fire at the merest touch.
Now, at 400 C, most of your rifle grease smokes off, making it hard to breathe. After just a few hundred rounds, the air in that hotel room would have been unbearably polluted. It might have even caused global warming, which is exactly why we have to ban automatic weapons (plus full-auto hammers, see above).
Given that Stephen Paddock was smoking through thousands of rounds of ammunition, he was generating not only very hot rifles but also extremely hot brass that would have left burn marks in any synthetic carpet.
Where are all the burn marks in the carpet?
Wouldn’t you know it, but the carpet in this room just happened to look like a pattern of burn marks, thereby obscuring the absence of additional burn marks from brass or rifle barrels:
(Bet you didn’t even notice the carpet pattern until I pointed this out, right? You were looking at the guns and the dead body, because that’s what the media told you to look at.)
3. When seconds count, the police are only 72 minutes away… but why?
I’m not trying to diss the cops here. As you know, I’m an advocate of honest, local police, and it’s clear that the beat cops did a fantastic job helping people seek cover on the ground below. But I do have an issue with the 72-minute response time during a full-auto machine gun spree in a city where there are dozens of cops within a one-mile radius.
Seventy-two minutes? Really? Was there a committee involved somehow? Why is it that the FBI’s former traitor-in-chief James Comey can decide in an instant that Hillary Clinton is innocent of everything, but all the cops in Las Vegas can’t breach a simple hotel door in anything less than 72 minutes?
No, wait. It must be Stephen Paddock’s white privilege. When you’re white, you get an extra 70 minutes to carry out mass shootings. But if you’re black, the cops shoot you in the first two minutes, you see. At least that’s what we’re told by the lunatic, deranged left-wing media which has declared war on cops (and war on the truth, come to think of it).
Just remember all this when you’re out in public next time: Even in a city that’s full of well-meaning cops who are doing their jobs, when seconds count, the police are only 72 minutes away due to the bureaucracy that runs everything. You might want to carry your own semi-auto pistol. And if you can find out where Stephen Paddock got his magical guns, you might even be able to find a pistol that doesn’t eject brass. (They’re also called “revolvers,” just sayin’…)
4. Um, excuse me but I have another really stupid question…
So you know that rifle with the bipod they found innocently standing in front of the mini-bar? Yeah, I’m talking about this one, labeled #19:
Is it just me, or does this look exactly the same as the rifle shown in the photo with the dead guy, above? Same flared mag well, same bump fire stock, same bipod and even the same optics, it seems. If only we could see the serial numbers, we might know for sure, but of course they never release photos with that degree of resolution.
Can’t have the public looking too closely, you see, or we might keep asking really stupid questions like, “Hey, why were there originally just 10 guns reported, and now there are 27 guns being reported, but it really just looks like the same 10 guns re-staged and re-photographed to look like 27 guns?”
I mean, heck, why not make it 99 guns at this point? Clearly whoever set all this up really, really wanted to make sure we didn’t miss the guns. “Make it 10 guns! … No, wait. Hold on. Make it 20 guns! … Oh wait, why stop now? Let’s make it 27 guns! And then call for gun control!” Honestly, it seems the only person around here who lacks gun control is the police photographer.
5. I swear this is my last really stupid question, but please…
This whole scene is being called a “sniper’s nest” by the entire fake news media, but I’ve looked and looked and I still don’t see a sniper rifle anywhere. What I see are a bunch of AR-15s that fire .223 rounds (or 5.56 mm for you metric heads). Sniper rifles are bolt-action rifles, not auto-loading semi-auto rifles.
Now, I’ve only fired about 100,000 of these rounds myself, so I’m still a newbie, but the last time I checked, these rounds are usually about 55 grains in mass, and they lose about 75% of their kinetic energy by the time they reach a 400-yard target (the distance from the Mandalay Bay hotel to the concert lot is about 400 yards). You can see the dope yourself at Gundata.org.
On top of that, the bullet drop is 32 inches, which is of course almost three feet of bullet drop. Now, given the elevated angle of the shooter, that bullet drop wouldn’t be quite as dramatic, as the coefficient of a 20 degree declination angle is, of course, 0.94. But the energy of this round at 400 yards makes it only marginally effective. It’s just at the outside boundary of the effective range of a .223 cartridge, as any good Marine will tell you.
Conclusion? All these casualties couldn’t possibly be caused by .223 rounds. Most likely, they were actually heavier rounds fired from something like a belt-fed AK system (7.62 x 39mm rounds), or perhaps even a belt-fed .308 automatic weapon. So where is all the brass, anyway? Did Stephen Paddock possess magical brass that can disappear after being fired?
I find it curious that ballistics details of the bullets that hit the pavement have not been released. All the evidence we need is all over the concert lot, yet the public will never be given access to details about that evidence. They also destroyed all the evidence immediately after 9/11, by the way. They called it “cleanup and salvage.” Really, it was a rapid evidence destruction exercise.
In summary, “mission impossible” could have only been carried out by a miracle Leprechaun who eats brass and makes bullets more effective than the laws of physics allow
In summary of all this, we’re told that a flabby 64-year-old senior citizen accountant with a gambling problem managed to expertly lay down highly effective fields of fire, killing 58 and wounding 500+ people by firing off thousands of .223 rounds well outside their effective range, all while producing merely dozens of pieces of expended brass that were magically cooled before they hit the carpet of his hotel room.
This was accomplished, we’re told, by one man firing 10 rifles… wait, no, 27 rifles all by himself, without any military training whatsoever. This same man set up a James Bond spy camera in the hotel hallway to monitor police in an attempt to defend himself against the inevitable police assault, then he just changed his mind and shot himself the moment the cops showed up… all for no apparent reason.
Oh, and one more thing: This same guy who meticulously planned the hotel room, the rifles hidden in the luggage, the huge collection of 100-round magazines, the window hammer smashing routine, the concert calendar dates, the monotonous lugging of ammunition to his room and even the guarding of the mini-bar when another assault rifle just happened to mindlessly leave a bag of ammonium nitrate fertilizer in his careven though it has no practical use in this scenario unless you’re growing Azaleas. (Yes, fertilizer can actually be used as fertilizer. It’s not all for making bombs as the media stupidly claims.)
So wait, millionaire gambling man who has no military training, no familiarity with automatic weapons, no James Bond super spy training, no political affiliations and nothing in the world to complain about just got tired of living in a $400,000 home, banging Vegas hookers and flying around his private Cessna? Instead of that rather well-off life, he wants to run a suicide mission, set up spy cameras in the hallway, shoot a bunch of innocent people he’s never met and then shoot himself in the head while going down in history as a flaming piece of s##t who will burn in Hell forever? Oh yeah, and before he does all that, he wires $100,000 to his girlfriend in the Philippines?
Call me stupid, but something doesn’t add up here. I don’t know if it’s the missing brass, the missing carpet burns, the wildly fluctuating rifle count, the staged police photos, the B.S. suicide story, the totally laughable ballistics miracles of .223 rounds or the magically disappearing evidence of all the rifle rounds that hit pavement but then seemed to be whisked away by law enforcement. But something smells fishy about all this.
Or maybe I’m just so stupid that I can’t quite understand CNN. Yeah, that must be it.