Last week, after almost four months of silence, I published a 2400-word initial account about what’s been learned about the man who became a daily fixture on cable and network news when his nephews were accused in the Boston attack. Ruslan Tsarni is also—and not coincidentally—an unacknowledged spook with ties to the CIA.
On a personal note, I figured the astonishing news would let my four-month absence here pass unnoticed. I was wrong. Major scandals and jaw-dropping disclosures no longer pack the wallop they once did. After last week’s story I received expressions of concern—”Daniel, I was getting worried that we’d lost you!”— and more pointed questions as well: “Where have you been?”
So that—the personal note—is mostly what this story is about. That, along with a few observations about the extraordinary world of Ruslan Tsarn, filled with people who run the gamut from fugitive billionaire bankers to England’s Prince Andrew, from what a Judge in London called an “international network of criminals,” to Chechen terrorists.
It’s an odd mix. But the most disquieting thing about spooked-up “Uncle Ruslan” Tsarni is this: America’s mainstream media remains uniformly silent about who he really is, which has to be an open secret in Washington, D.C.
Billionaire bankers, England’s Prince Andrew, & Ruslan Tsarni
In the aftermath of the Boston Bombing terror attack, people couldn’t get enough of “Uncle Ruslan,” who heaped ridicule on his two “loser” nephews, one dead, one barely alive . But there were some discordant notes too. Graham Fuller, for example, a former top Reagan-era CIA official, was careful to shield Tsarni’s real identity in an interview.
Also, while Ruslan Tsarni was delivering up nightly sound bites on television, he was simultaneously up to his hubcaps in international financial intrigue over six billion dollars discovered “missing” from a Kazakh bank, where he was accused of helping to launder the missing cash to ensure it stayed missing.
The scandal also featured titillating hints that a few million dollars of the missing money had been shoveled (through the sale of a dilapidated estate for millions more than it was worth) to a personage near the heart of another current and highly-publicized scandal…England’s Prince Andrew.
Accused of taking part in orgies with underage girls on disgraced billionaire banker Jeffrey Epstein’s airliner and yacht, the randy Prince, it turns out, had also been mucking about with associates of “Uncle” Ruslan Tsarni, whose nephews terrorized Boston, and whose “associates” were called, by the English judge on the case, “an international network of criminals.”
There is one final, truly bizarre note: Only readers of The MadCow Morning News know anything about any of this.
“He like to died!”
But back to the personal note. In the interest of transparency, I want to explain where I’ve been these past months. Last Fall, in early October, I nearly died. Or, as they say in the South, “I liked to died.”
Months earlier, I’d noticed some shortness of breath at a speaking engagement in Los Angeles, been diagnosed with bronchitis, and prescribed antibiotics. Whatever was causing the worrisome shortness of breath, I assumed, was lung-related.
It wasn’t. During a second visit to the doctor for more antibiotics, he uttered this fateful line, “I want you to get an EKG.”
Long story short, in early October my younger brother (we both live with our aging-yet-ageless Mom) drove me to the Emergency Room at Venice Regional Hospital. When the triage nurse at the admittance desk asked why I was there, I replied, truthfully, “Because I can’t breath.”
It was as if someone had pulled the fire alarm. I’d apparently just said the magic words and was swiftly dragged to the front of the line with what felt like unseemly haste. Minutes after shambling through the Emergency Room’s sliding-glass door, I’d been admitted, placed on a gurney, and wheeled down a long featureless corridor to the cardiac care unit, where one week later I underwent open heart surgery to replace a faulty aortic valve.
Breathing: It’s simple. In. Out. Repeat.
Later I began to become dimly aware of what a near thing it had been. I had (literally) not had a moment to lose, the surgeon told me later, when he swung by on his post-op rounds.
When the operation began, they discovered my heart was weaker than they’d thought, he told me, and it had inhibited the anesthesiologist’s ability to sedate me, out of fear it might stop my heart. Whoa!
Coincidentally, the date of the operation, October 13th, is famous as the date of the Western World’s first extraordinary rendition. On Friday the 13th of October, 1307, hundreds of Knights Templar were arrested in France, then moved to secret locations (not on CIA planes), and tortured into confessions of heresy. Ever since, or so the story goes, Friday the 13th is considered an unlucky day.
But the 13th of October was not an unlucky day for me. (For one thing, it was a Monday.) Today, almost four months later, I am enormously grateful and humbled just to be alive, feel healthy, even fairly vigorous.
Of course, the experience changed me. Typically the imminent prospect of death focuses the mind on seldom-asked questions. Like, what really matters, or, more precisely, what really matters to me?
“In a New York minute, everything can change”
For the past dozen years I’ve investigated stories too hot for the Oatmeal Journalism which dominates America’s news-cycles. Forgive me for saying it, but I’ve gotten pretty good at it.
Now I’ve been blessed with a choice: During the time remaining to me, do I want to continue? Or pursue something altogether different? (I don’t know why, but sheep-ranching in the Australian Outback is the image which comes to mind.)
Didn’t I realize the inherent absurdity of believing my feeble efforts would ever change anything? Wasn’t it childishly naive to think the truth will set you free?
Did I really envision forcing the same Government that allows certain military-industrial complex-friendly figures to handle the import of cocaine and heroin turn around and legalize it, while freeing a million people in American penitentiaries for selling small amounts of what they’re bringing in to the U.S. by the ton?
Would my puny efforts ever get to the bottom of the collusion between corrupt Saudi-friendly officials in Florida and the 9/11 hijackers? Would they expose secret agreements whose beneficiaries most definitely did not include the American middle class taxpayers who fund their traveling circus?
Didn’t I know that if demonstrations and protest marches accomplished anything, they’d have already been banned?
“You can’t arrest me. I’m with the CIA.”
Nothing I’ve unearthed or exposed—from the CIA’s continuing role in the international drug trade to the FBI terror alert in the Pacific for Wolfgang Bohringer, the German pilot who’d been Mohamed Atta’s best buddy in Florida—has had the slightest impact.
You might cite the FBI manhunt for Bohringer; however after the first words out of his mouth when they caught up with him, they let him go.
According to someone who happened to overhear a telephone conversation between an agent from the New York Joint Terrorism Task Force (JTTF) and the FBI agent who took him in, what Bohringer said was, “You can’t arrest me. I’m with the CIA.”
And even when evidence I uncovered did momentarily threaten to break through— the persistent investigation into the the flight schools in Venice Florida, for example, that were the unexamined interface between the U.S. and the terrorists—the only result was a a brief seizure, on the Internet, a spasm of agent provocateur activity obvious in retrospect, but baffling at the time.
Face facts. Why bother?
Take the stunning evidence proving that just three weeks after Mohamed Atta arrived to attend flight school in Venice Florida, the Lear jet belonging to the owner of the flight school was busted in Orlando carrying 43 pounds of heroin, what’s known as “heavy weight.”
That did change things. But not for the better. Because before you could ask, “Is this just coincidence?” people were emerging on the Internet like zombies from the grave desperate to pitch a variety of classically-bizarre conspiracy theories to the puzzled masses. When one was discredited, another would pop up, each more unlikely than the last.
A retired professor of theology at a conservative bible college in California who had nothing to say, but said it anyway, in book after book after book…And a succession of professors from Red State Universities, with gobbledygook theories that never led anywhere…
But that of course, was the point. They accomplished nothing. But they made the half-baked “official story” of the 9/11 attack sound almost reasonable. Almost…
It was classic misdirection, like after the JFK assassination, when the investigation was focused on Dallas, while the conspiracy had been in New Orleans. Note to self: Stop using writer Thomas Pynchon’s quote just as soon as it ceases to be relevant: “If they can get you to ask the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about the answers.”
I’m not of a particularly philosophical bent. But while I convalesced I got very “Think on These Things-y” for a while, reliving my old semi-hippie days, when The Eagles still lived in Laurel Canyon, and I could still get ‘stoked’ just by reading a book from the Bodhi Tree, or trucking to Ojai to sit under a 200-year old oak tree and listen to J Krishnamurti talk.
“What’s happened to you was an event we like to call the ‘perceived end of middle age,’” I read, in a book about what was happening to me.
“It acts, we hypothesize, as a general summary of the subjective rate of ageing. The age at which your own middle age ends predicts your future health outcomes.”
Well, all right, then.
A sojourn in another world
Last October I carefully laid down the various strands of my life. Today I’m finally beginning to pick them back up. Just before entering the hospital, for example, I got a note (through Facebook!) from a friend in Los Angeles I hadn’t spoken with in almost 20 years.
Just seeing her name reminded me of my gloriously footloose days in Southern California, where the weather report always seemed to call for “late night and early morning low clouds and fog along the coast, turning to hazy sunshine by mid-afternoon. A high of 72.”
Carol was—is—an accomplished woman who brightens every room she walks into. Well-placed in Hollywood, she runs a playwriting workshop to ‘give back, I think, from which emerged an instantly-forgettable comedy I wrote that I was lucky enough to watch play all summer at a nifty little theater on Sunset.
After each night’s performance, I would “hang” with the actors at semi-famous places around town. I was the sole writer there, they liked to remind me, privileged to be invited, because “this is an actor’s hang. “
I wrote telling her we’d have to wait to catch up; we’d communicated literally three days before I entered the hospital for what turned out to be open heart surgery. I’d compose a proper note in the next several days. Four months later, this is that note.
What I learned
Anyone who watches the news know that we live in a world filled with rape and plunder, war and starvation, while ever-more scary diseases rampage across the globe. Things are going to hell in a handbasket, right?
Not exactly. During my time in the hospital I learned that wasn’t true, or was, at most, just a part of the truth. Back in the 70’s, I’d watched my father undergo open-heart surgery twice. The first was at Yale New Haven Hospital; he had one of the early bypass surgeries, when they were still something of a novelty. Then he had basically the same operation again five years later.
What I saw was: It hurt. A lot.
But because of how far medicine has advanced, just in this one medical procedure, and just in the past 40 years, when it was my turn the experience was nothing nearly as hard as what my dad went through. It was astonishing. There hadn’t just been improvements in care; there’d been exponential improvement. They knew a lot more now. Way more.
It made me realize the same thing is true in so many areas of our lives that we’ve lost count. Maybe what we’ve lost is our ability to be dazzled when we realize what a steep learning curve humanity has been on for the past three of four decades, which makes this, in many ways, a wonderful time to be alive.
Another good thing: I learned, at age 63, that I have no real fear of death. I’d been inducted into enough of life’s mysteries to not feel cheated if “This Was My Time.” Of course, I wanted more; everyone does. But, crucially, I felt more or less at peace, and I concluded that the reason was because, for better or worse, I became the person I was supposed to be. Not my highest best self, maybe, but not too damn far off, either.
Giving up the glamour of sheep-ranching.
Like I said, I’ve been blessed with a choice: During the time remaining to me, do I continue investigating subject, like official complicity in the drug trade by a cabal of elite deviat greed-heads? If so, I had a lot of strands to catch up with.
What happened after that drug plane was found on a private runway at Paris Hilton’s 6000-acre ranch in Costa Rica recently, being loaded with 400 kilos of cocaine and almost $2 million in cash stuffed in plastic bags. Her parents were supposedly at the ranch when it happened. Did investigators ever hail them in for questioning?
And what’s the latest on the saga of the “ American “mystery plane” busted with 35 kilos of heroin outside Sydney, Australia?
The twin-engine plane was picked up in Punta Gorda Florida at the Charlotte County Airport, which is to general aviation what the Black Hole of Calcutta is to after-school detention. To get to Australia it flew an amazing two-month long journey, from Florida to Alaska, south across the Pacific to Hawaii, then over to the Philippines, and on to Australia.
The pilot was a professional plane mover with a sterling resume: former British Special Forces; former ace Australian military pilot and Commander; Member of the British Empire MBE.) Was his the resume of the unlikeliest drug pilot in history? Or the likeliest?
Finally, when the plane first rolled off the assembly line 40 years ago, it belonged to the CIA. Did it still? I don’t know. I want to find that out, too.
Finding stuff out is addictive
And whatever happened to the big DEA investigation into aviation honcho Don Whittington, one of South Florida’s most storied ‘pirates?’ More than 100 Federal agents from the FBI, the DEA and Homeland Security swooped down on his headquarters at infamous Fort Lauderdale Executive Airport. Then everyone clammed up. The whole case was sealed.
Nothing’s been heard since, no one will say why, and its been mover a year. Why is drug trafficking so often treated as if it were a matter of “grave” national security?
And where is major Colombian drug trafficker Juan Carlos Ramirez-Abadia, known as Lollipop, who the DEA said was the biggest drug cartel boss since Pablo Escobar?
They say he led the world’s biggest drug cartel, exported more than 500 tons of cocaine to the U.S. alone, then was extradited to the U.S., and convicted in Federal Court in New York on charges that normally guarantee a life sentence. Yet the U.S. Bureau of Prisons has no record of him in its system. So where is he? Once again I don’t know.But I’d like to find out.
And what happened to Laura Chinchilla, who was Costa Rica’s President when she was discovered using a drug plane from a major Colombian drug trafficker to fly to Venezuela for the funeral of Hugo Chavez? Was that embarrassing for her? Some of these are rhetorical questions. Chinchilla and her ilk remain as protected as Wall Street bankers. And they don’t live in my country.
But in my country there are as-yet unnamed Americans making more money from the drug trade than any Mexican drug lord with an AK-47 and bandoliers of ammo strapped cross-ways across his bare chest ever could even conceive.
Any mainstream journalist who can count to ten backwards knows that reporting stories on subjects considered taboo is a waste of time, because they will never get air.
Taboos don’t just exist in places like Borneo, and among people in the pictures in National Geographic. They exist here, too. Right here. Right now.
The real fun, Gary Webb told me once, is in dragging the dead body (the taboo subject) out from under the bed, and then watching what happens. He was right.
Even though it pays less than anything I’ve done since I was twenty, I’ve got the best job in the world. Before I shuffle off this mortal coil, I have a fighting chance of finding out just what the hell had been going on while I was alive.
You could say I’m having the time of my life.
Great stuff. Have you thought about using FOIA requests to pry loose more information? Just a thought.
Wow, that’s quite a story. Hoping you are doing well and continue to fight the good fight. I’m sure it does get frustrating when you uncover such incredible stuff, only to be ignored be mainstream public. But if its any consolation, and I know it ain’t much, your work truly is amazing and appreciated it.
I honestly have been amazed at what you’ve uncovered, along with a couple others like NarcoNews. But its also frustrating to think what could be uncovered if EVERY investigative journalist honestly and truly used all their resources and best efforts to uncover and report the truth. It’d be a whole different world, literally, if the corrupt bastards couldn’t hide in the shadows so ridiculously easily.
by the way, just watch Kill the Messenger last night, and it was pretty great. I’d read the book, so no surprises, but pleasantly surprised Hollywood made a small effort to bloody the nose of the CIA/Journalist complicit in all that dirty business.
Jeez Daniel,
I was worried about you but thought it was none of my business.
I have two of your books and also into the buzz saw. I was born in 1942 and am a Cesna 172 pilot so all of your reports about Venice really hit home. Glad you are back.
Hope you’re soon back to 100% Daniel. Would hate to see you retire to sheep sh*t shovelling in Australia when there is so much horsesh*t in America for you to sort through.
Daniel, thanks for everything you have done and continue to do. I have all of your books and dvds and just signed up for a monthly donation. You inspire me to seek and speak the truth.
“We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth… For my part, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst; and to provide for it.” Patrick Henry
I love you man… carry on dude!
Glad you made it Daniel. I was wondering if you’d become another crime statistic…or been kidnapped by ISIS appearing gents. But, open heart surgery never crossed my mind…silly me. Here I thought your intrepid sloothing had gotten you ventilated or “deep sixed”.
Glad I was wrong, and that you had good Doctors.
Looking forward to finding out more of the “non existing” True News — that the MSM just SWEARS doesn’t exist! It’s MUCH more interesting than their “politico-pablum”, and distraction dumps.
Truth IS like that you know…REALLY interesting & sets one free!
Huzzah!
I just want to echo what I’ve read in the comments here. You’ve inspired me as well to seek and speak the truth, and I hope a new generation of journalist/investigators will seek mentorship from you to find out how the real work is done.
As our friend Dave Emory is fond of quoting, “he who tells the truth gets driven from nine villages,” which only proves you’ve got some seriously courageous hutzpah.
Welcome back to the fight, and as Neil Young echoed, ‘Long may you run.’
Daniel,
I am glad that you made it through your operation, and that your are still willing to be a continuing ‘voice in the wilderness’. Funny that the date of October 13 has such a history. On that date in 2009 the State of New Hampshire Office of Forensic Examiners submitted its diagnosis that I was legally not competent to give testimony in a court case where I had been charged with misdemeanor criminal trespass. I was arrested in the kitchen of my family’s home. Without a hearing and against my due process rights based upon the Oct 13 Report the court Order that I am Delusional. The not so funny part is that many personal facts in my affirmative defense testimony overlap with your reporting, and that of Mark Mitchell of Deep Capture. So please continue to dig, my life does depend upon the facts being exposed to the public. Thanks for your efforts to date.
I too have been wondering about your whereabouts. I have looked foreward to your posts every Friday and just last week saw that your last article was sometime in September. So that explains it. Wow, Bummer!!
A similar thing happened to a friend at age 50 and he’s still going strong at 63.
I get what you’re saying about having not made a difference in the world by disseminating information about all of the creepy shit that goes on with our taxpayers money and of course the drug smuggling proceeds. It may not seem like it to you but it has made some difference, even if it’s hard to see sometimes.
I dropped out and moved to a small Nothern California in the early 70’s. It just didn’t make sense to get all worked up about things that weren’t changing as fast as I would have liked. I don’t really regret it. And just lately I’ve had that same feeling, like running away again, except that I’m already living in the beautiful country pretty far removed from most of that crap.
Just want let you know that I appreciate your work and want to encourage you to keep it up. Your writing style is funny and clever- I really enjoyed Barry and it led me to Gary Webb’s book, Roger Morris’s “Partners in Power” and I’m now reading Drugs, Oil, and War by Peter Dale Scott. All-in-all probably not that good for me but it’s interesting stuff.
I’m sure there’s similar shady things going on with our current wars, and hopefully we won’t have to wait 15 or 20 years to hear about the backroom deals. And I hope that you continue what you’re doing by bringing out that information.
BTW, Beautful Day played at my high school in Walnut Creek in 69 with Santana. Maybe we can talk about that some day.
John Bengtson in White Salmon, Wa
The Australian drug plane is also part of the Australian component of a military-linked paedophile network. Don’t die of surprise.
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Good to hear you alive and kicking. Your work is beyond important. You of all people should know just how big the corruption is. That you don’t think your work has dislodged it in any way is misplaced. It all adds. Without it we would not have ATTA on the back roads. constant reference stuff man ! Just quit with that doubt .
Outback Australia? Jeez.
I think you made the right decision.
D.R. Griffins ‘Omissions and distortions’ and ‘Mysterious collapse of building seven’ are easily as important as ‘Terrorland’ and ‘Barry and the Boys’ – all are essential toward understanding these critical events.
Glad to hear your voice again Dan.
As a regular visitor to the Mad Cow site your work has become an active barometer for investigative journalism down here in the whisper stream of Flying Pond Maine.
I would like to hear more about your early years in the desert.
Currently finishing
a documentary about Maine artist Robert Shetterly who has painted over 200 portraits in a series called Americans Who Tell the Truth.
Each portrait has a quotation from the person painted inscribed directly onto the canvass.
You can view the paintings at americanswhotellthetruth dot org
You might have seen my footage in the documentary 911 Press For Truth
You might want to look at the writings of Ian Stevenson MD
especially his book Where Biology and Reincarnation Intersect
Couple of years back I had the honor to videotape an interview
with Texas A&M Physicist Emeritus Ron Bryan and former CIA remote viewer Joe McMoneagle.
Look up the research paper by googling their names
The Farsight Institute has done some great work on remote viewing
including a 911 DVD this past year.
Whatever you decide to do I hope
it keeps you in the moment .
from a never writer to an ever reader
Newes
Be assured that there are more than 13 of us who read your work assiduously. May you remain in good health for another 20 or even 30 years of investigative reporting.
Good to hear you escaped for the time being.
Here is a little ditty I did about spying, tradecraft, and the drug war:
http://classicalvalues.com/2015/02/training-spies/
And BTW I was born on Friday the 13th in October.
Good writing, mate.
I was intrigued with your story on the drug plane that ended up in Oz, where we could do with your fearless journalism.
I just got kicked off the Guardian, for writing stuff about the NATO Palantir artillery the Donetz rebels have gor surrounded in a place called Debaltseve, in Novorossiya. Guardio is successfully lying about the entire nuclear-potential mess. They want Armgeddon bad, and like with Malaysia MH-17, where 37 Aussies died, the truth is known, but the sheeple don’t know it. None of which stops me making my friends’ jaws drop, when I tell ’em 9-11 was a mini-nuke, or that 80 individuals own half the world…
Don’t go sheep stationing, though.
The Royal Flying Doctor is great, but not good enough to save you if you have a relapse 800 Km from Oodnadatta.
Cheers,
and keep having fun.
Daniel – cheers to you man, so glad you are on the mend and have such a great attitude.
I’m from the Boston area and this info on “Uncle Tsarni” is huge and also completely
unknown by the general public here.
We met in NH at a 911 conference and enjoyed meeting you and having lunch.
Please know your work in valued by concerned citizens – THANK YOU!
All the best for a speedy recovery.
-Walt
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Daniel, ever read a book called “Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon” by David McGowan. A lot of what you’ve been reporting on was going on in Laurel Canyon back in the 1960’s.
Hi Daniel…
I’ve started to drop you an email several times during the last few months but decided that your absence was your business. I am so happy that you survived such a horrific experience. Every day, when I walked by the Hard Rock in Key West I thought of you and your great work on 9/11. When I realized that my quarter century of work as an investigator was meaningless and had changed nothing I said screw it and retired. Whatever decision you make for the rest of your time I wish you the best and please know that there are people out here who have appreciated everything you’ve done.
D:
I’m so happy you are not dead!
Keep swinging that hammer.
B
Thank you. As a long time reader your voice is one I miss when its absence is more than a few months. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never contributed. The next time I’m in Florida, I’ll will find you (said in best non-creepy voice). We do live in marvellous times when medical systems sometimes work. But even more amazing to me is the patience your mother must have with two of you! She must have done something right to have a son who gives a fuck. Stay well. Regards P. The email is false, sorry.
Hi Daniel.
Thanks for your hard work.
Can you write an article about Manta ex-US Base in Ecuador, South America.
Continue your good work.
Greeting from Quito.
Hi, my first time reading your articles.. Great Articles. I was prompted to comment, as I understand all we see is the bad stuff, and nothing changes, no one is held accountable… But I wanted to say what you wrote about “we lost the ability to be dazzled”.(.is probably the result of living in this jaded world.)
The rest of that thought “the steep learning curve humanity has been on for last 3-4 decades, made me realize hope…thanks
So glad you’re back. I sense you are revived and pumped up for more ass kicking. Wishing you best of health.
Glad also to hear you are well- missed your articles and your unique exploration of the cocaine riddled underbelly of the Empire. Whilst it may seem that it all falls on deaf ears… the truth has got to count for something right?
When trying to tell people about 9/11 I have become disillusioned by their incapacity to even engage with the possibility that it was an inside job. People are so wedded to certain faith based beliefs that they simply ignore and avoid any contradictory evidence. Where I live I can’t find anyone who questions the official narrative- and I get a strong reaction where people are threatened and concerned by my argument. They fear for my sanity whilst I despair for their ignorance…
a well. the truth must count for something- sometime- and I for one hope to read more of it in your articles. A big Thanks from all your readers!
BTW- sheep farming can be pretty nasty work. Lotta flies here in Australia.
But a nice block over in Tasmania might be a good idea for your retirement.
and also- the story of the drug plane bust seems to have totally disappeared of the radar here. After the initial reports on the MSN nightly news- poof- it was gone.
I think if Australia takes your interest you would find ‘the Boys’ have a strong presence Down Under. Ever heard of the Nugan Hand Bank?
Also what is it about Florida? That place seems to be the center of a lot of deep state stuff. Besides Jeb rigging the election, and Atta and friends training there- the Israeli spies- the Saudi characters- Bush there on D-Day- and all the rest: there is an outfit called ‘Spectre Industries’ that patented thermate/thermite demolition charges in 1999- they mostly only supply DoD- and have their testing facility right there in Florida! All coincidences I am sure…
Welcome back to the battle, soldier!
You’ve been missed!
whatever you choose, your work was not in vain, nor will it be if you continue. the internet is there until the power goes out, and when the lies of our time are no longer fashionable, you will finally get the wikipedia page you deserve. by the number of comments here, i’m sure you realize that your contributions to journalism have made a difference to many people already.
keep breathin’ mofo,
and enjoy your golden years by whatever means necessary
-mw
Yeah! Glad you’re feeling better!
Another Great post, to read!
I can’t help but bust out laughing at that picture of Paris Hiltion “DJing.”
I’d like to know if she really can beatmatch.
IMO, she’s the drug mule, in the family business.
Welcome back to the interweb Daniel.
Adelante, compañero!
Dan– I just returned to this site… Glad to hear you’re still with us! I had a 6-tuple bypass a few years ago, it was the worst experience of my entire life. I learned what PTSD means… all I wanted was to finish dying. It was over a year before I felt the normalcy beginning to return. A good day on the job worked wonders. I pray that 20 years from now, bypass ops will be just as discredited as prefrontal lobotomies!
Good luck in Dan’s recovery. Couldn’t find a contact page/address, so I’ll post this tip here:
This week, on July 1:
ABC-TV local Florida affiliate reports that “ISIS men show up a local fruit & veggie stand to make loud haggling over price of tomatoes”.
http://www.weartv.com/news/features/top-stories/stories/alleged-isis-show-up-at-milton-fruit-veggie-stand-making-threats-58659.shtml#.VZbtoKq9KsP
This tiny news item should have obvious future implications as a new narrative “planted item” for the next Oswald/Atta.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milton,_Florida
Milton, Florida is home to Naval Air Station Whiting Field & Eglin Air Force Base.
The alleged 9/11 hijackers also similarly seemed to live in close proximity to military bases & intelligence agency offices/enterprises.
Researcher Peter Dale Scott makes the interesting observation about the famous Oswald incident (where “Oswald” allegedly created a public incident at a gun firing range by shooting at another customer’s target & then emphasizing his own full name “I’m Lee Harvey Oswald”):
(http://www.history-matters.com/essays/jfkgen/AssassinationsDeepEvents/AssassinationsDeepEvents.htm):
>” … In both cases, the identity of the witnesses is interesting. Two witnesses of Oswald at the rifle range [15] were employees of the Great Southwest Corporation, the company which after the assassination provided Marina Oswald with first a suspicious manager, and then an even more suspicious lawyer. [16] The two witnesses just cited who identified Sirhan were both police officers from Corona, a suburb of Los Angeles. In the case of Oswald, I believe the consensus today is that the man married to Marina never visited a rifle range at all, but was impersonated …”
What can we say about the witnesses of the “ISIS men in Milton, Florida”?
So far, there are no other news stories about the Milton fruit stand operators to glean further information.
ABC-TV is an interesting vehicle for such a narrative:
– In 1995, an FBI informant or mole working for ABC News reported that Iraq (http://www.adweek.com/tvnewser/abc-news-reporter-served-as-fbi-informant/61629) was the culprit behind the Oklahoma City bombing. The ABC/FBI reporter’s alleged source was Saudi intelligence (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRWDPPecX94).
– In 2001, ABC News heavily pushed a false story that Iraq was the possible culprit behind the Anthrax Attacks (http://www.historycommons.org/context.jsp?item=a102601abcbentonite#a102601abcbentonite), even after a U.S. scientist had determined that the U.S. military was the source of the Anthrax strain (http://www.historycommons.org/context.jsp?item=a100501amesidentified#a100501amesidentified). ABC News did not retract its story until 2008 under heavy pressure. U.S. Neocons had been heavily promoting the story that Iraq was behind the Anthrax attacks at the same time as the ABC story. (http://www.historycommons.org/context.jsp?item=amid0901woolsey911#amid0901woolsey911)
– It is also worth noting that the only news source for a 2015 news item concerning FBI director (and former Bush DOJ official) James Comey announcing that “ISIS is present in all 50 states” came from a local Chicago ABC-TV affiliate (http://abc7chicago.com/news/isis-present-in-all-50-states-fbi-director-says/534732/) and was not picked up by any national news sources until three months later (http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2015/05/07/isis-attacks-us/70945534/). This story also raised questions of why FBI is monitoring ISIS in 50 states without law enforcement action, and later tried to contrive an answer for that unanswered plot hole.
Anyone in the vicinity of Milton, Florida could be a Hopsicker-type hero if they do some solid, non-Cointelpro investigation & interference with this developing planted news story.
You’ve been missed! I, too, have aortic insufficiency but I’m not a candidate for valve surgery. Not because of my age (78) but due to other health issues. My attitude is that I’ll go when I lose my curiosity or my memory, neither of which happened to my great-grandmothers. Both sharp as tacks in their late 90s. Since you are younger than me, I’ll give unrequested advice. Laughter truly IS the best medicine! Have you seen the picture of Hillary with The Donald’s hairdo? It actually improved her looks!
I bought your books and disks (and sent you a check) but I’m in shaky financial straits so I cannot donate. I’ll help with page clicks, though.
On a different subject, I drove by the Whittington’s house several times a week. Also knew pilots who I’m pretty sure were flying drugs and knew LEOs who were buddy-buddy with them sometimes and at other times. acted as if they were strangers.
Hang in there Daniel. It’s natural to think as you are soon after surgery but as your activity level picks up, that will change.
Yup told all my friends and all my enemies about you. Pointed out the website and and …Oh No no one there! Man I’m ecstatic you’re back. Will make a (tiny) contribution. Sorry but retired and fixed income. Please keep up the war on the incredible craziness that controls the country. Will push friends and others to get involved!
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