Now, who the heck is this SIMON SHACK?
I have nothing to hide - and I'm kind of proud and happy of this simple fact. And, to be quite honest, I'm growing rather weary of this 'AnonyMatrix' we (the good people of this planet) are supposed to hide behind - so as to avoid trouble in our daily lives. I say: to hell with that. I'm for letting the "powers that be" (or the "NUTWORK", as I call it) know exactly who
we are and, if they'll get onto anyone of us, at least we'll know how desperate they are to cover their smelly butts. Having said that, I have no 'death-wish' or the slightest illusion to become a martyr of any sort - and I really don't think the goons in power have anything to gain by taking out the sharper people of this world. It just wouldn't make sense. They'd be lost drifting in their own sea of stupidity.
Now, don't get me wrong: I am NOT encouraging anyone to do what I am about to do. This is just me. So here we go:
Here is the house I live in:
This is the full address of my home, just in case you wanna come and visit me:
Simon Shack - Via Valle Chiesa 12, 00044 Frascati - ROME - Italy
(this is also my postal address, of course - in case you wish to send me a parcel with chocolate fudge for Xmas ... or just the odd fan mail !
My real birthname is : Simon Hytten (just like David Robert Jones is the real birthname of David Bowie)
In Norwegian, "hytte" means 'a hut / or small house' - ergo, 'Shack' is a bit of a playful 'diminutive' of my surname.
My cellphone number is : +39 3465842608
My home number is : +3906 9422567
My skype contact is: "simon.shack"
My e-mail is: firstname.lastname@example.org
My website is: http://www.septemberclues.info
My bank details are: IBAN: IT30S0301503200000005683189
My shoe number is 44.
My t-shirt size is XL
My underwear size: medium (in stretch fabric)
My car's number plate (a little Fiat Panda - 2001 model) is BT091YD
My music can be purchased here: https://thesocialservice1.bandcamp.com/
And here: http://www.septemberclues.info/SCsoundtrack/index.html
My IQ: unknown (but likely around average)
Here's my face - a pretty handsome one, according to my personal opinion:
I was born in Stockholm, Sweden - from Norwegian father and Swedish mother. At the time, my parents, my two brothers and I lived in Sicily, where my idealist dad had joined a courageous man named Danilo Dolci, who had put together an amazing 'workshop' of sorts (with a bunch of European scholars, writers and intellectuals) in Partinico, a little Sicilian town near Palermo which was, at the time, a 'bastion' of the dreaded Sicilian mafia. Their (almost suicidal) self-imposed mission was to denounce the mafia and its criminal control, for instance, of the drinking water - and such. Not only did they write articles, treaties and books - they also demonstrated with sit-ins in various Sicilian town squares which were often reported in the press - for what that's worth! At one stage, the Italian mega-movie-star Vittorio Gassman actually joined them (in helicopter) in support of their protests - for what that's worth! (My mum returned briefly to Stockholm to give birth to me, because she had acute appendicitis - with me inside her belly - and the hospital doctor in Sicily kept telling her there was "nothing to worry about"!
My mum and dad, Eyvind and Kerstin, actually met in Rome in the 50's. And, as the Scandinavian 'rebels' that they were, they then decided to buy a Vespa and travel (back and forth) from Stockholm to Rome and marry there - far away from their families.
My father Eyvind Hytten (1929 -1990) was one splendid man, a philosopher/sociologist devoted to world peace (however corny this may sound today) and generally, to help needy populations and do good things on this planet. He passed away at the tender age of 60, defeated by a weird disease he contracted in Angola (while working for the UN's High Commissioner for Refugees) - which baffled even the top tropical disease experts in Oslo, where he went for check-ups. How did he end up working for a UN division such as the UNHCR, you may ask? Well, our idealist spell in Sicily took a heavy toll on the family economy. We were definitely broke after that. At some stage, dad met some guy in a conference who led to him to clinch a 'family-rescuing' job at the United Nations in Geneva. So we all moved up there. He soon got weary of it, and applied to the HCR so he could travel around the world - his lifetime passion.
To make a long story short, my dad made his dream come true, travelling all over the world tending to needy people - and ending up in Luanda, Angola - where he befriended the 'wrong side' (according to the UNHCR) - the ultra-leftist/communist junta, with which he probably felt most at ease with - due to their considerably higher standards of intellect and humanity - as opposed to the USA-financed Angolan 'rebels' headed by the grotesque, savage thug Jonas Savimbi. I spent some time with my father in Angola, and remember him being regularly visited by a spooky black man nicknamed "Bretelle" (most likely a CIA operative) who 'befriended' my father. My dad's only flaw, as I see it now in hindsight, was his Norwegian naiveté. Soon after "Bretelle's" visits at our home in Angola, my dad received a telegram from the UN headquarters in Vienna, which said - in substance: "You are urgently needed in Vienna".
I remember how pissed off my dad was, but he had no choice but to leave Angola for Vienna. When he arrived there, there was ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for him to do! They'd just removed him from Angola, since he was a persona non grata
to the upper echelons of the UN (at the time headed by ex-nazi Kurt Waldheim). So he promptly resigned from the UNHCR, took a small, early-retirement lump sum (foresaking a full pension) and bought the Italian house that I now live in.
Here I am in Skåtøy (NORWAY), the island on which my father was born - with a bunch of local friends. (around 1990)
As for my personal life and professional experiences, I could tell you that I have 'dabbled' in many artistic fields throughout my lifetime, but 'dabble' sounds a tad too pejorative (my girlfriend says, hehe!). I've always strived to reach for a decent level of proficiency in the various crafts I have tackled. I started off as a cartoonist/graphic designer (when I lived in England with my elder brother Mario - an aspiring racing driver champion), making a good living of it for several years. I then became totally passionate with photography, as an apprentice of top photographers such as Patrice Lehner and Keith Sutton (probably the greatest living Formula 1 photographer), several motorsport pictures I made were published in top motorsport magazines (but were credited to Sutton's agency...duh!). In those years however, I had access to top notch photo equipment, acquiring an all-round experience in photography - and spending countless hours in darkrooms developing my own film rolls.
After my father died (he literally expired in my arms) I settled back in Italy and decided to pursue my musical background (my mum is a former a opera singer and pianist). I set up a small recording studio in a garage, "The Bunker", which I later transferred to my house (pictured above) and renamed "The Base Music Factory" - where musicians from all over the place - Italy, UK, Sweden, Congo, Argentina, Spain, South Africa - you name it - have come to stay, and recorded their tracks and albums. The video-editing part of the studio started back in 1999, when I met an amazing video-wizard, Francesco(no, not the current Pope!) who introduced me to the craft - in such a brilliant and intuitive way that I believe no film academy could ever offer. Lastly, I can tell you about another enterprise of mine: I have built 4 large Norwegian-style wooden houses here in Italy (all designed from A to Z by yours truly). This was at a time - around 1994 onwards - in which my recording studio and music wasn't really keeping up with the house bills (it still doesn't, as I'm useless at marketing myself) and provided a welcome buffer of savings to keep me going. Next came September Clues and...well, you all know about that.
My mum and dad - standing in front of the little summer house we built in Skåtøy - Norway.
However, you may not know that, ever since September Clues started getting public attention, I have always strived to provide people easy ways of contacting me (anyone can, for instance, just call me on Skype - my Skype username is "simon.shack"). To this day, I've also invited to my house about a dozen fellow researchers (only 3 of which turned out to be dubious/spooky individuals). I believe this has been the right thing to do - and do not regret a minute of it all. I very much doubt that many - if any - of the so-called 'prominent 9/11 truthers' (such as Michael Moore, David Ray Griffin, Richard Gage or Alex Jones, etc) have invited to their own homes anyone met over the internet on the simple strength of, shall we say, intuitive and gentlemanly trust.
And again - as I have oft explained - my birth name is Simon Hytten but has been Simon Shack since 1993 (as I registered my artist name at the Swedish Musicians Union) which I am fully entitled to use. It is in fact my least
anonymous name since that is how I am known publicly (whatever that means) and any article ever written about me and my music has me as Simon Shack. Now, imagine if a 9/11 researcher emerged by the name of "David Robert Jones"(the real name of David Bowie). If it turned out it was actually Bowie himself, wouldn't you accuse him to hide behind a silly namesake? Who the heck is "David Robert Jones"?
Lastly, a few lines about my estranged brothers, Nicolai and Mario. They have inexplicably grown into two abject human beings - and I have almost no words to qualify their current behavior. As recounted above, I helped Mario (the aspiring racing driver star) along his career - but only as a little brother can do. In hindsight, I now realize I was a bit of a slave under Mario's ambition to become a rich sportsman. I must say that Mario did well for himself in finding wealthy sponsors to forward his car racing career. He was a relentless sponsorship hunter and, at some stage, got to meet Yeslam Binladin in his London office. Yeslam gave him some cash to promote his construction company. More of this here
I know. I can hear you say... Far out! So Simon Shack is somehow connected to the Binladin family???
Predictably, a bunch of clowns and trolls have jumped onto this 'sinister Binladin connection' to stir up a lame, internet smear campaign against my persona. Evidently, since they can't sink my September Clues research - they're attempting to punch holes in my credibility as an individual (or in other words, resorting to "ad hominem tactics"). Their reasoning goes: "Simon's elder brother was once sponsored by Yeslam Binladin's construction firm - back in 1986 - therefore Simon must be connected with the Binladins - and who knows what more!"
Well, the fact of the matter is that I've lived a completely independent, connection-less life - doing my own stuff and not seeking any financial gain whatsoever - even during my occasional proximity to very rich people. The thing is, for over two decades now, I've been living a very quiet and simple life, far removed from the motor racing jet set - and any sort of flashy lifestyle. My September Clues research has been, in all likelihood, enabled by my calmer and more thoughtful way of life which I have pursued and cultivated in my adulthood.
I hope this post goes to show that I don't worry much about my privacy. Any low-life, cowardly weasel who dares use the above information to harass me in any way is free to do so - at own risk. What risk, you might ask? Well, none at all, come to think of it. I have no way on Earth to protect myself from (and much less, physically menace) the insane, dastardly individuals infesting this planet. None of us has. I am only being realistic: anyone thinking I'm asking for trouble is free to do so. Let's see who gets in trouble first: me, my family, my friends, or the above-mentioned trolls and clowns... Sounds like a gripping movie plot, huh? Grab your soda and popcorn!
Update (November 2012)
And for those trolls and clowns out there (on the internet) trying to defame my persona, here we go:
NO - I am not a Khazar or a Jew or a Jesuit or anything of the sort - and have no connection/affiliation to any existing religious or political movements of this planet - whatsoever. My family roots are Scandinavian (Norwegian / Swedish) yet I do not feel particularly attached to these roots either, since I've been living abroad - in different countries - for the vast majority of my life. Basically, I consider myself ENTIRELY independent and detached from any clubs, creeds, sects, masonries, religions, nations - and do not work for / or report to any group, corporation, mafia families, or any other conceivable occult / criminal congregation.
And no, I do not write under other aliases or use other usernames than simonshack (or Simon Shack). Over a decade ago, I did occasionally use the monikers "Norwegian" or "socialservice" (in a few select blogs / Wordpress sites) - but not any longer.
Just to make things clear.