A small sample of how we're preyed upon.

Quote:Sackler family 'funnelled $1bn into different bank accounts'

'The billionaire Sackler family "funnelled" at least $1bn (£800m) to different banks, including accounts in Switzerland,
officials said. The Sacklers own Purdue Pharma, which is accused of fuelling the US opioid crisis through drugs like
OxyContin.

Purdue is currently facing legal action brought by more than 2,000 plaintiffs, including almost two dozen US states.
Forbes estimates the Sacklers are worth $13bn, but many states claim the family has more money hidden abroad.



New York State Attorney General Letitia James said that she has requested records from 33 financial institutions.
However, the $1bn in wire transfers were revealed in records from just one institution.

"Records from one financial institution alone have shown approximately $1 billion in wire transfers between the Sacklers,
entities they control and different financial institutions, including those that have funnelled funds into Swiss bank accounts,"
Ms James said, confirming claims first reported in the New York Times.
She did not name the financial institutions involved.

In response, a spokesperson for Mortimer DA Sackler, a former board member for the company, said in a statement to US
media that there was "nothing newsworthy about these decade-old transfers, which were perfectly legal and appropriate in
every respect".

"This is a cynical attempt by a hostile AG's office to generate defamatory headlines to try to torpedo a mutually beneficial
settlement that is supported by so many other states and would result in billions of dollars going to communities and individuals
across the country that need help," the spokesperson added.

What is the latest with the case?
It was reported on Thursday that Purdue Pharma reached a tentative multi-billion dollar agreement to settle the lawsuits against
it. According to the draft agreement, the Sacklers are expected to give up control of Purdue Pharma and personally contribute
$3bn to the settlement.

The company would then file for bankruptcy, dissolve and reform, and would be removed from next month's legal proceedings.
However a number of states, including New York, Massachusetts, and Connecticut, where the company is headquartered,
said they were not party to the deal and would continue their fight against the company.

William Tong, Connecticut attorney general, said: "The scope and scale of the pain, death and destruction that Purdue and the
Sacklers have caused far exceeds anything that has been offered thus far."
Josh Shapiro, Pennsylvania's top lawyer, said the settlement was "a slap in the face to everyone who has had to bury a loved
one due to this family's destruction and greed".

"It allows the Sackler family to walk away billionaires and admit no wrongdoing," he added...'

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I wrote this 10 years ago, in November 2009, when the "Maya Calendar Ends the World in 2012" craze was still in fashion. As such, it is somewhat dated as 2012 came and went without a whimper, so the vehicle for the tale has been debunked by Time itself. Still, I think the underlying premise of the story holds true in all times, in all places, and in all circumstances, so rather than re-working it, I'm going to post it as-is. At it's heart, it's just Man vs. Adversity, and how some folks choose to handle that.

It was previously posted, when written, at another forum which is now defunct, and has been for years. Now it is a Rogue exclusive.

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A Matter of Timing

04:00, 23 December 2012
Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia, USA

Walter reached into the fire and retrieved the ancient enameled coffee drip pot, and poured himself another cup. Facing eastward, he sat, anticipating the coming sunrise, and thought. From his perch atop the mountain, he could see for a distance of nearly 50 miles eastward, into the foothills and flatlands.

He had wandered into this wilderness alone for this camping trip. "Everyone dies alone, in the end" he mused to himself. He watched, and waited, for the coming dawn to begin lighting the vista below. To light the retreat area of his rival, Wilson the Proud. Wilson had argued and dogged him every step of the way, in their clash of theories. According to Wilson's reading of Mayan relics, the Mayans believed the world would end in cataclysmic destruction on the 21st of December, of this year. Of course Wilson, being a modern, rational, professor, didn't believe that nonsense. Be that as it may, destruction or no, he was certain of the dating. It was set in stone. Literally. He had a PhD, for God's sakes! There simply wasn't any way he COULD have misread it!

It was now the 23rd, and nothing. Not a peep. Wilson was no doubt drowning his "victory" in copious libations of... something. Certainly not the coffee that Walter was addicted to. The world had not ended on the 21st, exactly as he had predicted.

Wilson had been so sure of himself, so sure he couldn't be wrong. After all, he had a PhD beside his name! Walter had no such academic accolades. Walter was a self-taught man, therefore not to be trusted in the halls of Academia. His theories were beyond unmeritorious. Nevertheless, just in case the outcome were uncertain, Wilson had taken a leave of absence at the proper time, and run off to his retreat.

Walter was a nobody, academically speaking. What he DID have going for himself, however, in place of a PhD, was field work. LOTS of field work. Walter had logged more hours stomping through jungles and brush lands in Yucatan and Guatemala than possibly any academician on earth. All in the pursuit of truth. Walter was never one to just take the word of another for anything. He much preferred to find out for himself. To that end, Walter had spent years poring over Mayan glyphs, number systems, mannerisms. He had spent years, in short, teaching himself and immersing himself in a culture that was nearly extinct.

Nearly.

Walter had found that in some of the more remote byways of his study area, the Old Ways were alive and well. They just weren't trumpeted about, or recognized for what they were, by and large. After learning the language as if it were second nature to him, Walter had logged in all those hours, stomping around in the middle of nowhere, in quest of ancient writings. He found them. In spades. Over the course of time - Mayan time, modern time, time is time - Walter had made a startling discovery, piecing together all those ancient pearls of wisdom.

He approached Wilson, the professor, with his discoveries. The reaction would have been predictable, had Walter spent more time studying academia, and less studying Mayan glyphs.

Wilson rejected the notion out of hand, as it conflicted with his own theories and interpretations of the writings, and of course it included the ridiculously deluded Mayan notion of an "end". Moreover, he used every ounce of his stature to ridicule Walter, and relegate him to obscurity. The battle was epic, as Walter sought vainly to gain an independent hearing, but short-lived. In the end, Wilson had figuratively shouted Walter down.

In the end, Walter had skulked off to lick his wounds, to live out his days in obscurity. Walter KNEW, PhD or not, that those days were numbered. Walter had read the glyphs. LOTS of them. Furthermore, Walter knew there were very good physical reasons for what they predicted, if one just translated the predictions properly.

When Wilson had gone off to his retreat, just in case, safe in the knowledge that, whatever came, it would be far enough inland to keep him safe, Walter had done likewise, heading off to camp alone, because, in the end, everyone dies alone. Walter had meticulously selected his campsite, poring over maps, making certain of visibility parameters, the whole nine yards, after he had ferreted out the location of Wilson's retreat.

Walter's chosen campsite overlooked Wilson's retreat. In his bitterness, Walter wanted to SEE it happen. Walter knew what was coming. he'd read the glyphs. Wilson would have known, too, had he heard Walter out. He couldn't do that, though. He had a PhD. Walter had none. Walter HAD to be wrong. It was the nature of Academia.

The eastern sky, imperceptibly, had been lightening up as Walter bitterly mused. It turned from a deep , star studded black, to a deep crimson, through a beautiful shade of red. The sun was just about to peek over the horizon. Just as it did, something else came along for the ride. A thin, sparkling, silvery thread, all along the horizon from north to south, as far as the eye could see.

As the sun rose higher, the thread grew, and grew. In a matter of minutes, it could be seen, nearly 40 miles away, to be a thin, brown, roiling monster, relentlessly advancing, a hazy mist being borne along above it. When it had approached to within 20 miles of Walter's campsite, it could be seen to be a wall of brown, angry, churning water, over a mile high, even this far inland.

Still it rushed onward, devouring everything in it's path. Shortly thereafter, Walter watched as the ugly, rolling monstrosity of a wave churned right over Wilson's retreat, 7 miles or so away, adding everything there to the boiling maelstrom. Everything including Wilson.

Walter didn't feel the vindication he expected to. as a matter of fact, he felt pretty much nothing. A hollowness in his very soul. His only real thoughts were "Damn! That thing is moving FAST!" and other thoughts, such as "Was that really a whale I saw break the surface of that?" The churning, roiling, angry wall of brown water and debris rushed on, heedless of the one tiny human who stood observing it in bemused defiance.

Just as the wall of filthy brown trash-ridden ocean reached his position. Walter screamed at it, as if Wilson could still hear him.

"I TOLD YOU, YOU SONOFABITCH! I TOLD you it was just a matter of timing!"

Then Walter joined the Universe, and the wall of ocean rolled onward.


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My husband was up early with his coffee and reading the news online.
I heard him say Out loud " They finally released it".
What is he talking about you may ask?

Quote:Cats, dolphins and one smart raven: the CIA's secret animal spies

Quote:EXAMPLES OF IGNORANCE SURPASSED BY STUPIDITY . . .

 

 


THERE IS NO WAY TO OVEREMPHASIZE HOW THESE IDIOTIC STATEMENTS ARE.  THEY TAKE AN OATH TO UPHOLD OUR CONSTITUTION AND THEN IMMEDIATELY IGNORE IT. 

 
 


 

 

I sure do hope so.

Quote:Trump says he is planning a 'very substantial' middle class tax cut in next year

Remember when you were told that the United States of America's Constitution was part of your reality...?
Well it seems Beto has other ideas... and they applauded him.

Quote:Beto O'Rourke: 'Hell, yes, we’re going to take your AR-15, your AK-47' to keep children safe

'A month after a gunman opened fire at a Walmart in his hometown of El Paso, killing 22 and injuring more,
Beto O'Rourke stood onstage in Houston and was asked about his proposal to buy back military-style assault
weapons.

The question, during the third debate among Democratic presidential candidates, came after several of his
competitors had praised his advocacy for gun control in the aftermath of the mass shooting.
“Hell, yes, we’re going to take your AR-15, your AK-47,” O’Rourke said.


Beto O'Rourke being tough and then showing his sensitive side with some typical Americans.

Critics call his proposal confiscation.
O’Rourke said the weapons have to go when they’re being used against children. He described meeting a mother
who watched her daughter bleed to death in Odessa after being shot with an AR-15.

Shortly after the debate finished, the O'Rourke campaign started selling a T-shirt with the sound bite on it. 
"Hell yes, we're going to take your AR-15. Buy your shirt now:"...'

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Usually when George Noory of cost to coast fame is the moderator I do not listen as he seems to have gone totally into the 19th century spiritualism meme which was B.S. then and is still B.S. today IMO.. However some of his guest are still thought provoking and worth a listen, at least to me. Mysteries are mysteries it is just some are better than others. In spite of the header the video has to do with missing people. 

Is anyone familiar with the Hellier Goblins?     

These remote viewers, very famous ones I might add, do a session on remote viewing these creatures, and it's pretty...  interesting.

He said there would be a documentary linked below the video, but I didn't see it. Perhaps you can look it up on You Tube if you're interested in learning more about them.

I had 17 single person escape pods left and 20 crew members not counting myself. Luckily all the escapee civilians and any crew member over 5'10” had already been evacuated in the eighty five 20 person escape pods. We had packed them into those pods like a “once upon a time” Sardine can. Hopefully those pods will be found before their sealed environments became unsuitable to sustain life.


M.I.C. (machine interface communicator) had recommended a Lottery to chose who of our 20 number would be able to use the remaining 17 single person escape Pods.


I called a general meeting where we conducted a vote and by the show of hands all agreed to the Lottery idea.


Everyone chose a number between one and twenty knowing only the first 17 would be guaranteed an escape pod off of this bucket of bolts before it impacted in the next 10 hours with a very big, hard, icy, rocky, ugly, form of compacted dirt that would destroy this ship and everything remaining on-board upon impact.


M.I,C. started calling out the randomly generated Lotto numbers and as the numbers were called the winners formed a line to my left. Once completed there were 4 of us remaining ( I had not selected a number for myself as the Captain goes down with the ship etc etc traditions suck sometimes but it is what it is).


Out of the 17 winners there were 6 women of whom were all of small stature. They were in a huddle and as I looked First Officer Lt. Marci stepped forward and suggested that she had volunteers in her group that could double up in the one person escape pods so at least three others could escape before impact. There were others who volunteered to double up but all were either to big, to wide, or to something, to have much of a chance of surviving for the time needed for a rescue.


That would leave only me riding into oblivion..... which with all things considered.... was a plan I could live/die with.


I oversaw the loading and jettisoning of the last Pods and then retired to my cabin for some much needed sleep.


Many people have said they always wanted to die in their sleep so I figured, “Why not”.


I had been up for 28 very stressful hours, so when my head came to rest upon the bed, I was out and away in a dreamless sleep before I could even blink my eyes.


I was awakened by a soft hand on my shoulder 9 hours later.


“Captain wake up,” said a voice that reminded me of Marci in my sleep drugged mind as I struggled to regain some sibilance of a working consciousness .
“Marci, what are you doing back on-board ?”


“The Nautilus has attached a toe line to us and this ship has already been toed out of danger. When I came on-board to get you all but two of the escape pods had already been safely retrieved with their occupants.”


“Wow I guess today was not my day to die after all !”

“Probably not today Captain as a work crew is already on-board with two new generators that should be able to get us back under our own power in the next few hours”.


48 hours later all the escaped pods had been reinstalled and charged back to their full potential and the new generators were working flawlessly.


Since we had been over loaded with the escapees on our original mission the Nautilus had agreed to take half of the people to their new home on Altar.


Since we were back under our own power we would also arrive on Altar within the next 36 hours.


Now that all our systems had power reinstated we had access to our ship's full data base and as a result we were able to determine “what to hell happened.”


Our escapees were fleeing their home world due to tribal and religious persecution . One of them had been trained as a space engineer and knew precisely where to place two small explosive charges. He was not an escapee but a religious fanatic who wanted to ensure none would arrive alive at any new destination. When I found out who it was I put him in and airlock and jettisoned him into void of space wearing only his underwear.


The End

Here ya go folks! The psychos are now proposing we start eating humans to fight climate change.

SAY WHAT?!    

So, maybe all those zombie movies that became so famous were just giving us a glimpse into the future. "They" do have a rule that they have to show us their plans before carrying them out, right?

Here is a piece trying to normalize the eating of human flesh, just like they're trying to do with pedophiles, saying it's just a sexual "preference".  Give me a frigin' break!

Quote:Söderlund is not alone in his call to reject the taboo of cannibalism. Last year, noted atheist and evolutionary scientist Richard Dawkins advocated for lab-grown meat and suggested it may be used to “overcome our taboo against cannibalism”.

Psychologists Jared Piazza and Neil McLatchie of Lancaster University also questioned the taboo on cannibalism in an article for Newsweek last month but ultimately did not endorse breaking it.

Cannibalism is not the only “alternative meat” advocated by climate change activists. Many have embraced plant-based meat imitations, while others have put their support behind “meat” made of insects as a way to cut down on greenhouse emissions and save on land and water use.