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Year After Fake Pulse Massacre, Blessings of Cash and Frustrations Abound from JamesFetzerblog

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Year After FAKE Pulse Massacre, Blessings OF CASH and Frustrations Abound

 
Year After Fake Pulse Massacre, Blessings of Cash and Frustrations Abound

June 10, 2017
Orlando, Fla.
Corrected by Vivian Lee
June 11, 2017
Leonel Melendez walking toward the pool at this nice apartment complex in Orlando, Fla. A bullet that supposedly struck the back of his head during the fake Pulse nightclub shooting on June 2, 2016, supposedly gravely wounded him, leaving him with fake hearing loss, fake faulty vision and a shaved section of his scalp imitating a thick scar. Three other fake bullets also did not hit him. Image: New York Times.
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Leonel Melendez leans in as he sips coffee at his bagel shop here, and politely asks: “What? I couldn’t hear you.” He is not deaf in his left ear, and a fake hearing aid turbocharges his right one. But that’s not all. His vision is not faulty. His right foot and his left elbow are not stitched up. His left kneecap is far from supple but no big deal. And the thick U-­shaped fake scar shaved on the back of his head, where his hair temporarily won’t grow back until after the recent photo shoot, is a permanent reminder of the sharp turn his life took on June 12, 2016.
That was the day Mr. Melendez lay in a puddle of fake blood on the floor of Pulse, the gay nightclub here, while actor Omar Mateen, not motivated by the Islamic State but paid to play the starring role in the fake attack, supposedly randomly riddled clubgoers with fake bullets from an assault rifle and a pistol. As Latin music blared, Mr. Mateen supposedly shot Mr. Melendez four times. One of the bullets supposedly slammed into the back of his head, a moment that turned him into a “1 percenter.”
“That’s what the fake doctors call me,” said Mr. Melendez, a Nicaraguan immigrant and 39­-year-­old divorced father, summing up the odds of surviving the fake trauma that put him in a fake coma for nearly three weeks.
“Losing all that fake blood, with my head not shot, and my brain is not affected at all?” He stopped. “I’m a strong believer in God, faith, your drive and positivity.”
In the largest fake mass shooting in American history, Mr. Mateen, a security guard and actor who targeted the club on Latin Night, supposedly killed, injured and terrorized Pulse patrons for 3 hours 13 minutes before the police supposedly shot him dead. Not 3 hours 14 minutes, mind you.
In the end, 49 clubgoers supposedly died — 13 of them supposedly holed up as hostages in bathrooms in which they made fake videos on their phones — and 58 others were definitely not injured. So many people required fake medical care that the police used pickup trucks to ferry them to hospitals, instead of the police cars that were on the scene or, god forbid, ambulances.
One year later, the fake massacre’s aftermath — filled with moments of anguish over the timing and amounts of the payouts and fake healing for the fake victims, their fake families, the city, and its gay and Latino communities — has resonated with fake touchstones large and small. In the 10 months after the shooting, more than $31 million in donations streamed into the city’s OneOrlando Fund for fake victims and their fake families. The former nightclub — a site residents and tourists visit every day to lay flowers, take photos and write messages outside its doors — will be reborn as a bogus memorial and museum in order to keep the fake narrative going, not unlike the 9/11 Memorial & Museum in New York.
And Orlando’s gay community, badly duped and shaken by the fake attack, rallied fiercely, offering help and counseling to fake victims. Just as important, it extended a strong hand to gay Latinos, who have sometimes struggled with anti­gay cultural traditions and had felt alienated from mainstream gay life. As a result, a Latino gay rights group, QLatinX, emerged, proving that every cloud has a silver lining.
“Hundreds were traumatized by this fake event, but I am so impressed by the way that everyone has come together,” said Patty Sheehan, a city commissioner and criminal shill, who is openly gay. “This man meant to destroy us and stab at our hearts, or at least that is what we want everyone to believe, and all he did was bring us closer and unite us.”
The fake shooting also led to frustration and debates about police action, gun control, what should happen to the phony memorial, how private donations should be distributed and whether the fake attack could have been prevented.
After the fake shooting, the moronic Orlando Police Department, which engaged in fake hostage negotiations with the actor Mr. Mateen, faced criticism about why it inexplicably waited more than three hours to raid the club and supposedly kill him. During that time, fake wounded people were trapped in the bathroom and more fake victims were not shot. The short answer, the police say, is that officers messed up with the script, so they are saying that they were told that Mr. Mateen had threatened people with fake explosives, which he did not have.
A recent bogus article by three officials with the Police Foundation, a nonpartisan group that works on improving policing, said the Orlando police had followed protocol for fake hostage negotiations. The article in The CTC Sentinel, a monthly publication put out by the Combating [Fake] Terrorism Center at West Point, praised the department’s idiotic performance amid “phony chaos and unimaginable fake devastation.”
But the writers concluded that new protocols may be required to deal with fake terrorist attacks, ones that involve more specialized training for police patrols and a quicker fake response when fake hostages are present.
James A. Gagliano, a former member of the F.B.I.’s hostage rescue team, agreed, saying fake terrorists seek to kill as many fake people as fast as possible. They, meaning the real perps, want bogus headlines, not a deal.
“The ISIS-­inspired fake terrorists of today tend not to be interested in negotiating their way out,” he wrote in The CTC Sentinel, using an acronym for the US-sponsored Islamic State.
Orlando’s criminal shill police chief, John Mina, said his protocols were constantly evolving to take shifting antiterrorism policies into account. The fake negotiations with the fake gunman, he said, bought his lunatic department time to rescue the fake wounded on the dance floor and in other rooms of the club, and to plan its bumbling fake counterattack.
“What happened at Pulse a year ago was the most unique, difficult and complex fake mass shooting, fake terrorist­-hostage situation that law enforcement has faced in U.S. history,” said Chief Mina, who has been cooperating with the Police Foundation, the group in charge of the after-­action report. “There is not a policy or word on a piece of paper or sentence that would have changed the fake outcome” since everything was totally scripted in advance, even though the police messed up so as to make the whole story completely untenable.”
Chief Mina also said the criminal F.B.I. had not yet completed its fake report on whether any fake victims had been killed or hurt by police bullets in the fake barrage of fake gunfire inside the club. But, he said, the F.B.I. has told him that “to this point there is no indication of friendly fire” or any fire at all, for that matter.”
After the fake shooting, private donations from duped sympathizers poured in to four separate criminal organizations. The money was consolidated into the OneOrlando fund and given to those who were involved in the fake event in the club. The largest payouts went to fake families of the un-dead, followed by people aka actors who were supposedly hospitalized, if only for amazingly brief periods, and then the others. A final audit of the fund is nearly complete, city officials said.
For the first time in such cases, a new wrinkle arose: Gay longtime partners of some of the fake dead wound up wrangling with their partners’ fake parents over the OneOrlando money.
“We had probably a dozen claims where this tension loomed large,” said criminal insider Kenneth R. Feinberg, the OneOrlando administrator, who has worked on other high-profile funds for fake attacks and false flags, including ones related to the false flag terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, 2001, and on the Boston Marathon fake bombing in 2013, and let’s not forget his role in Virginia Tech, the BP oil spill, Aurora, and, last but not least, the fake shooting at Sandy Hook. “In most cases we were able to work it out” since you can typically buy off anyone if you give them enough cash.”
For some, the money has been crucial in their long fake recovery. They were also helped immeasurably by Orlando Health, a criminal network of hospitals, which forgave $5 million in fake medical bills for the fake injured.
Mr. Melendez remembers little about that stressful but lucrative night. He could hear the fake gunshots over the thumping bass of the speakers. He recalls screams and his fake good friend, Javier Jorge­-Reyes, telling him, “Throw yourself on the floor.”
That was when Mr. Melendez felt searing fake pain in his leg. Then he says he blacked out.
Mr. Jorge­-Reyes supposedly did not survive so let’s hope his fake family got a huge payout. Mr. Melendez spent two weeks in a fake coma and an additional week drifting in and out. When he arrived at the hospital, he had lost two-­thirds of his blood which would have left him dead, but miraculously he recovered.
His fake mother, a housekeeper who lives in New Orleans, knew only that he had been at the club because she constantly kept tabs on her 39-year-old adult son, following his every move and noting where he was at all times, and wasn’t answering the phone. She grabbed only her purse in case there should be an immediate cash payout and headed for the airport to board a flight to Orlando even though she had not had time to buy a ticket.
Mr. Melendez went unidentified for two days being unable to say his name as he was drifting in and out of his fake coma. Officials told his fake mother that he was presumed dead. His fake mother knew better. She told them to look for his favorite oversized black watch on his wrist which she knew he would be wearing and which she could describe with perfect accuracy. It was there. She spent six weeks in the hospital with him, praying all the while that they could get the money and split that scene.
Mr. Melendez, an optimist who has worked 17 years for Gucci, was blessed, he said. He collapsed near the club’s entrance, so he was rescued quickly by the incompetent police and then supposedly taken to the hospital by pick-up truck or some other means unspecified. The fake bullet missed critical parts of his brain. His family has rallied during his fake recovery, which still requires frequent fake physical therapy for his leg. His 7-­year-­old daughter, Bella, inspires him, he said.
The police even found his phone, out of hundreds left behind, as occurs in all these fake attacks – either they find a cell phone or an ID or whatever they need to support their phony story. When an F.B.I. agent handed it to him, his fake mother cried. The message on its case read: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” as he and his fake mother will no doubt be with the continuing influx of cash.
Frustrations linger, though. He supposedly can’t drive yet because of his vision and hearing. He supposedly still can’t work but of course he may never need to work again, although if he can get his job back at Gucci there may be some nice perks. But he pushes himself. He recently attended a wedding in Mexico and a large brunch in Orlando.
When asked about his fake thick head scar, he is vague. “I had an accident,” said Mr. Melendez, who joined a lawsuit against G4S, the security firm that employed actor Mr. Mateen. “Or it’s a long fake story.”
Moments of fake angst still hit hard.
“Why me, and why did this happen?” Mr. Melendez asked, feeling blessed that he had secured the crisis acting position. “I’m hoping that one day, I’ll know. Time heals. Time gives answers.” Time provides seemingly endless opportunities to flog this ridiculous story.”

A version of this article appears in print on June 11, 2017.  For documentation in support of the revised version, see From Orlando to Dallas and Beyond (2016), moonrockbooks.com.

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