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After WWII, the Soviets began throwing world youth festivals and inviting attendance from student delegations from around the globe. These festivals drew interest from the newly formed CIA, created in 1947, the same year the National Student Association (NSA) was founded in Madison, Wisconsin, for the purpose of attending the Communist youth festivals.
Interestingly, both the CIA and the NSA have strong Catholic connections. William Donovan was an Irishman who ran intelligence operations during WWII and helped craft the CIA charter. Ever since, the agency has had a stack of Malta Knights in leadership positions, and you’ll find the same situation over at the Pentagon. Because of their diplomatic immunity and immense global connections, Knights of Malta are powerful people. As WWII was winding down, German Malta Knights and American Malta Knights worked together on hiding hundreds of war criminals in churches and monasteries until they could be spirited away to new identities in new locations. Many of these war criminals ended up working for the CIA on covert operations. Catholics were especially trusted by the Cold War warriors because they represented a major antagonistic force resisting the spread of Communism, and thus were useful in dialectical operations. Of course, the other major component of the CIA were Freemasons and members of masonic-style secret societies like Yale’s Order of Skull & Bones. Most revolutions (especially the Communist ones) were organized through these masonic lodges. These two powerful groups represented opposing sides of the managed dialectic that was driving the growth of the military industrial complex.
The NSA helped found the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee, which organized the march on Selma and subsequent Voting Rights Act that followed. They also played a role in the formation of the SDS. In 1964, Michael Wood dropped out of college to work on civil rights in the Watts district of Los Angeles. He soon came to the attention of the NSA and was offered a job at their Washington DC headquarters. By this time, the NSA had a million members in over 400 colleges and universities and had grown into an immense operation. Woods was brought in as a fundraiser, but soon noticed there seemed to be little interest in fundraising, and, in fact, the top executives did their own fundraising through their own channels. Woods went to Philip Sherburne, president of the NSA, and announced he needed to have control over all NSA fundraising, or he’d have to resign. Sherberne invited Wood to lunch at Sirloin and Saddle, and that’s when Sherberne violated his secrecy agreement and explained most of the NSA funding was coming from the CIA. Apparently, the pair decided at that lunch this needed to end, for shortly afterwards, CIA funds began to dry up. Wood was blamed for the budget shortfall and soon fired. And after the firing, he told Marc Stone, the son of I. F. Stone, who happened to be the publicist for Ramparts magazine. The magazine staff was incredulous, but began investigating, and that’s when the CIA use of a complex web of foundations for covert funding began to unravel.
The CIA got wind of the investigation and tried to quickly organize a press conference with past NSA presidents, all of whom were willing to testify to the secret relationship while explaining the CIA never influenced NSA policy only provided millions of dollars with zero strings attached. When Ramparts found out about this planned preemptive strike, they placed ads in major newspapers to promote their impending scoop.
In truth, the CIA links inside NSA were first uncovered in 1964 by NSA president Steve Robbins, who was aghast to discover he was participating in a covert intelligence operation. When Robbins confronted his staff with the bad news, nine of them waltzed outside while fishing around their pockets for a dime in order to check in with their agency handlers on nearby payphones. Most of them were specialists in international affairs with offices on the top floor and all had been secretly trained by Langley for their jobs. Apparently, they all went on to bigger and better jobs in the agency. But in 1964, word of this never leaked, and the world may have never known had Wood not been fired a few years later and had lunch with Stone. After the story broke, Wood and some senior NSA officials fled to Greensboro, North Carolina. The NSA was briefly shattered internally as many departed, but that just left the remaining spooks firmly in control.
In 2015, Karen Paget published the expose of this story titled Patriotic Betrayal. She researched for years and assembled a treasure trove of classified documents through the Freedom of Information Act. Paget begins her book by explaining that in 1965 she’d been invited to dinner by two past leaders of the NSA, and later on, at a private residence, she’d been handed a classified file that explained the NSA was run by the CIA and her husband had recently been recruited into the agency. Although most NSA employees were unaware of this relationship, the ones that did were classified as being “witty.” Paget was introduced to her husband’s case officer, code name Aunt Alice, and asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement stating should she ever reveal these secrets to anyone, she’d be liable for a minimum of 20 years in prison.
Although Patriotic Betrayal is the best guide to this saga, I have to wonder if it might not be a limited hangout because nothing devastating is revealed beyond the money trail. And the fact the book was published by Yale University Press should raise suspicions that some elements might be missing. Paget violated her secrecy agreement, yet no repercussions followed in the wake of the book’s release. Operations are more complex than most comprehend, and when you have several trillion in black funds to play with, the sky is the limit as far as penetrations go. I’m not saying Paget is a spook, although her husband certainly was, at least for a time, only that the documents released to her would have been carefully vetted. It would be naive to believe the vast CIA spook network has diminished over the years. If you wonder why zero national spokespeople on the left or right support independent investigations of 9/11, consider the left and right are parts of the same bird, and both packed with spooks. Very few of these operations will be revealed in our lifetimes. But if you dig around and keep an open mind, you might find evidence of their dialectical games as they unfold before your eyes in real time, because in politics little happens by accident. As JFK was fond to say, “In politics, things are made to happen.”
“The world is a better place without the Kennedy brothers….two of the most dangerous people who ever lived….Any black guy who shoots six cops, and puts the fear of god in police officers, I think is great….If it comes to a revolution, all of my moral scruples would have to go out the window…” –William Kunstler
The USA was undergoing a zeitgeist shift in the 1960s. Large numbers of teenagers were slipping off the mind control leash and questioning their parent’s knee-jerk support for the Pentagon’s Cold War. The operations put into play to derail and deflect this emerging zeitgeist were immense. Fifty years later, I’m still trying to untangle the complex threads. All it takes is identifying who was pushing violence as their primary solution in the 1960s, and then seeing if that person achieved mysterious mainstream success later on in life. As a general rule, left-wing terrorists are not given professorships with tenure and pensions by major universities, a trajectory reserved exclusively for spooks. And keep in mind, not all spooks know who they work for, and even the few who do are provided information on a need-to-know basis. When people say 9/11 can’t be an inside job because someone would have talked, keep in mind the CIA was manipulating the student youth movement for decades before anyone spilled any beans. And derailing the student youth movement was a bigger operation involving more conspirators than 9/11.
William Kunstler, he must have been one of the “good guys,” right? After all, he was director of the American Civil Liberties Union and leader of the National Lawyer’s Guild. Unfortunately, both associations are infested with spooks. The ACLU was founded by Roger Baldwin, Crystal Eastman and Felix Frankfurter.
Felix became personal assistant to New York district attorney Henry Stimson in 1906, who became famous for his trust-busting investigations. Stimson was a Yale Bonesman who eventually served as Secretary of War for both Republicans and Democrats. Most important, he created the Black Eagle Fund to distribute trillions in stolen WWII loot into covert accounts, funds used to foment false flags, manipulate elections and arrange coups favorable to Wall Street around the world. Some of the money was used for operations on the right, some funded operations on the left. Left and right are wings of the same bird, manipulated for a predetermined dialectical outcome. Felix eventually became a Supreme Court Justice. Clearly, these two men were on the establishment’s inside track. Crystal was sister to Max Eastman, who ran the primary Communist propaganda organ, The Masses, which assisted spook John Reed’s takeover of the socialist movement in America. Later in life, Eastman became a supporter of Senator Joseph McCarthy’s Communist witch-hunt, certainly a dramatic flip-flop. Roger Baldwin began as a devoted Communist as well, once claiming “Communism, of course, is the goal,” although ten years later, he led the purge of Commies out of the ACLU, when his execs were secretly meeting with the FBI and leaking names of members suspected to be red.
Sherman Skolnick was a Chicago investigator who learned how to locate copies of IRS 990-AR tax forms in public libraries, a document filled out by foundations and available to the public if you knew where to look. Sherman discovered the CIA was routinely using a variety of foundations for financing the radical left. Very soon, he was accusing Rennie Davis, Tom Hayden, Lee Weiner and Jerry Rubin, leaders of the student youth movement, of accepting funds from CIA sources, specifically the Carnegie Foundation, the Student Health Organization, the Institute for Policy Studies, J.M. Kaplan Fund, Aaron E. Norman Fund, New World Foundation, and the Roger Baldwin Foundation. Skolnick claimed the Chicago 7 trial was a staged event and that the Nation magazine, Pacifica Radio, National Public Radio, and Democracy Now were all at least partially CIA-financed. Very few took Sherman seriously at the time and he was branded a conspiracy kook, even though he did manage to take down a string of corrupt judges in Illinois connected to organized crime.
Today, Rennie Davis is a venture capitalist who runs the Foundation for a New Humanity; Tom Hayden is a former California State Senator who works for Harvard’s Institute of Policy Studies; while Lee Weiner went from the Mossad-infested Anti-Defamation League to becoming Vice President of AmeriCares. “Do-good” organizations make the best covers and fulfilled that role long before John Reed was employed by the Red Cross in Russia.
But this story runs wider and deeper than just the Chicago 7 and their attorney.
In 1969, Fred Hampton was fully illuminated and enlightened, a man with a brain on fire, but tragically he would soon die. In fact, his death was the fulcrum around which the CIA launched an epic attack on the peace movement with coordinated operations from within and without. Examination of the crime yields an understanding of deep politics. At one time, Hampton, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King Jr. were all viewed as potential black messiahs. All were assassinated by the state just for achieving that status, and spooks like Jesse Jackson inserted in their place. In hindsight we can see Hampton’s premeditated murder was mined by counterintelligence.
Hampton had just ended the bitter internal street-gang warfare in Chicago by uniting the various gangs into his “rainbow coalition,” a term he coined. He was a tremendous athlete who could have gone professional in several sports, although he yearned to play center field for the Yankees. He built sports groups instead of gangs, and encouraged multi-cultural activities and ceremonies. He was a tremendous inspiration, especially for James “Chef Ra” Wilson, who deployed Hampton’s tactics to combat racism at Urbana High, uniting jocks, longhairs, blacks and greasers.
Six years earlier, on October 31, 1963, an anonymous tip from “Lee” a confidential FBI informant, revealed some men in Chicago were planning to kill JFK, who was due to visit the following day. At the same time, a landlady called police to report four rifles with telescopic sights had been discovered in a room she’d just rented (a room overlooking the route JFK was soon due to follow). The Secret Service was notified and JFK’s trip to Chicago was cancelled. Strangely, Arthur Thomas Vallee was one of the men at the apartment, and he had been previously posted to the CIA’s secret base in Atsuki, Japan, along with Lee Harvey Oswald. The base launched the U-2 spy planes. Both Vallee and Oswald had since been involved with anti-Castro Cubans in New Orleans, and both were moved into offices overlooking imminent presidential parade routes. A Secret Service agent in Chicago blew the whistle on the cover-up of these facts, but he was swiftly silenced and threatened with jail. His name was Abraham Bolden. But the important name to remember is the policeman assigned to spy on Valle: Daniel Groth.
Six years later, Groth arrived at the house where Hampton and several other Black Panthers were asleep. They arrived by firing into the front and back doors simultaneously and then crashed into the apartment. Over 90 shots were fired, from revolvers, machine guns and rifles, and all but one round came from a police weapon, and it hit the ceiling after the Panther holding the gun was fatally wounded. So the police took no incoming fire during the raid. Hampton was sleeping with his pregnant fiance Deborah Johnson (due in 2 weeks) when they were awakened by gunshots coming through the walls. He had been previously drugged by an FBI informant inside the group, who disappeared before the raid began. Consequently, he could not respond to the crisis. The bedroom door flung open and bullets began zipping into room, striking the mattress and walls. Deborah rolled on top of Hampton to shield him, but she was quickly pulled off by two officers, one of whom dragged her to the kitchen. She heard two shots fired from inside the bedroom, and an officer asked, “Is he dead? To which Groth laughed, “he’s good and dead.” Groth had executed the black messiah with two bullets to his head.
Terror is the primary tool of counterintelligence ops, and the murder of Fred Hampton terrorized the counterculture peace movement. Although Hampton was a devoted pacifist, his death would be instantly exploited to turn the peace movement violent. And the steps down that garden path were led by two fringe members of the Students for a Democratic Society who orchestrated a takeover.
Bill Ayers and Bernadette Dorhn pulled off their takeover of the SDS and it was not unlike the takeover John Reed supervised over the socialist movement many decades earlier. Funny how some people with the same last name were involved with both ops. And wasn’t it convenient Ayers and Dorhn were located in Chicago, and could arrive at Fred Hampton’s murder site and lead the press on tours of the kill zone the following day. Dorhn had graduated from the University of Chicago and become the first law student organizer for the spook-infested National Lawyers Guild.
“We felt that the murder of Fred required us to be more grave, more serious, more determined to raise the stakes and not just be the white people who wrung their hands when black people were being murdered,” Dorhn would later remark. But she didn’t talk like that until years later. In the sixties, she mostly spouted rhetoric like “kill the pigs!” In fact, she celebrated Charlie Manson as a counterculture hero, and declared 1970 the year of the fork and created a three-fingered “fork salute” after the stabbings of the pregnant Sharon Tate by Susan Atkins. “They even shoved a fork into pig Tate’s stomach! Wild!” said Dorhn, comments her husband now contests.
You can’t imagine a more dishonorable act than celebrating the memory of peacemaker Fred Hampton by deploying his death to foment violence, but that’s exactly what the Weather Underground did. They soon declared war on the United States and announced a plan to exterminate all those who supported the government, a sort of insane mass ethnic cleansing of hippies perpetrated against straight people that never had any prayer of success, yet the rhetoric continued for years while the Weather Underground orchestrated terror attacks. Never once have the two leaders expressed regret for lives lost or the ramifications of their evil rhetoric.
Now fast forward and realize despite well-publicized meetings with enemy agents from foreign lands, despite fomenting hundreds of bombings and encouraging blacks and other activists to go violent, despite providing explosives, guns and training to criminally insane characters, and despite being the most wanted domestic terrorists of their time, Dohrn and Ayers walked straight from a life in the underground to university jobs and pensions.
Dohrn and Ayers always had a reputation for the high life. Most of their time in hiding was apparently spent at a luxurious California beach house, sleeping between clean sheets, drinking expensive wines, living a life of relative luxury in comparison to the Weather Underground rank and file they were leading down the CIA dialectical rabbit hole.
“I don’t regret setting bombs,” says Bill Ayers today (even though one killed an innocent San Francisco policeman). “I feel we didn’t do enough.”
Didn’t do enough? The Weathermen disgraced the memory of Fred Hampton, murdering innocent people in his name, and were responsible for co-opting his visionary, peaceful, rainbow coalition.
Meanwhile, Timothy Leary was soon railroaded into jail on trumped up charges, and the Weather Underground were brought in to bust him out. During that episode many press releases went out indicating Leary was now armed and dangerous and supporting the Weather Underground tactics. They wanted him to join forces with Eldridge Cleaver in Algeria to foment an armed insurrection led by black militants. But Cleaver didn’t trust Leary, and after decamping to Switzerland, and then Afghanistan, a letter written by Leary’s wife outlining their future itinerary was discovered by an Orange County police officer who’d made tracking Leary his personal vendetta. Soon Leary was in solitary confinement, being worked over, and eventually agreed to spill the beans on everything he knew about the Weather Underground. Strangely, spilling the beans never amounted to an arrest of anyone, although it did spurn William Kunstler to make a public plea for Leary’s assassination.
“If we had met five years ago, you wouldn’t have found a more staunch defender of the newspaper industry than me … And then I wrote some stories that made me realize how sadly misplaced my bliss had been. The reason I’d enjoyed such smooth sailing for so long hadn’t been, as I’d assumed, because I was careful and diligent and good at my job … The truth was that, in all those years, I hadn’t written anything important enough to suppress.” —Gary Webb
Gary Webb never wanted to be anything but an honest investigative journalist and after Watergate exploded in the national news, he dropped out of college three credits short of a degree to take a job as a cub reporter. He spent two decades working his way up the reporter ranks through a half dozen papers, and even participated in a Pulitzer, but then the story of the century dropped in his lap, courtesy of Coral Baca, who would much later be revealed as the wife of Carlos Lehder, founder of the Medellin Cartel.
Baca became aware of Gary after he’d written an expose on forfeiture abuse for a San Jose newspaper. Drug war forfeiture began in the early 1980s and quickly became a major source of law enforcement funding. Baca used Gary as a ploy to help get a drug smuggler friend of hers released from custody. She was working as a manager for the insurance giant AIG when she contacted Gary. Most people are unaware of the deep political connections between AIG and the CIA and their possible involvement in drug money laundering, but if you trace the history of AIG, you’ll find opium funded-anti-communist efforts at its origins. And 80 years later, that was the op Gary bumped into, only this time around it was cocaine funding an illegal Contra war on a Sandinista revolution in Nicaragua.
HBO just added the wonderful and explosive feature, Kill the Messenger, based on the biography by Nick Schou of the same name as well as Gary’s book Dark Alliance. Although produced on a relatively low budget, the film has some big names and provides a riveting account of Gary’s spiral of doom down a CIA-infested rabbit hole. The film leaves Gary’s suicide in 2004 as an open question, although I believe Gary took his own life in a moment of despair. However, the CIA had already destroyed his career and played numerous dirty tricks to break him down emotionally. The last straw seemed to be the theft of his prized cafe racer motorcycle combined with the sale of his home, as he could no longer afford the mortgage payments. He was about to downsize into his mother’s apartment and decided he’d endured enough abuse.
I was editor of a national magazine when Gary lost his newspaper job and immediately offered him a monthly column. But Gary had a lot of pride and demanded $5 a word, which is more than I could afford. I ended up hiring Mike Ruppert (and eventually regretting that decision). Had Gary lived, he’d be a rock star journalist today since history has completely vindicated his work. And anyone famous can self-publish with ease these days. Seven corporations with ties to the military-industrial complex no longer have a monopoly stranglehold on publishing like they did two decades ago. At the highest level, these corporations work hand-in-glove to assist the CIA, not investigate it, and that’s the fallacy and myth created by Watergate. When you see investigative reporters getting giant book and film deals and being lionized by the national media, like what happened with Woodward and Bernstein, you are looking at CIA ops in progress, which is why I don’t trust Wikileaks or Snowdon. Gary, on the other hand, was the real deal, a truly honest reporter who just wanted to get to the truth, no matter the consequences. He was not lionized, he was crucified.
Funny when this movie came out in the theaters, it disappeared almost instantly before it could find an audience. Not exactly what happened with All the President’s Men, eh? But now you can watch Kill the Messenger on demand on HBO, at least for this month, so please check it out because it may help open some eyes. And if you want to keep following the rabbit hole even deeper, just subscribe to this blog, because it’s one of the few places that peers into the dark corners.
One thing I’ve learned after 30 years hanging around the marijuana industry: it’s stuffed with spooks and scam artists. When the CIA wanted to use drug profits to prop up a Contra army, they were able to double and triple dip profits along the way. First they fronted a mountain of cocaine to street dealers while arming those dealers with advanced automatic weapons, something that forced the police to militarize in order to combat the street gangs. The military-industrial complex was cashing in on weapons sales on both sides of that divide. Then, after a decade of insane profits, they began taking down the street dealers and having the government seize their assets. They only built them up so they could take it all away later. And only the spooks walk free to dance through the raindrops and nary a drop lands on them.
You’ll find similar games played in world of cannabis.
If you want to check out a recent documentary that covers Gary’s story, I suggest Freeway: Crack in the System by Marc Levin.
Tom Forcade came to New York City from Arizona to work for the Underground Press Syndicate (UPS) formed by six of the largest underground newspapers in 1966, a list that included John Wilcock’s East Village Other. When Tom arrived, the UPS offices and archives were located in Jim Fouratt’s apartment, but soon moved into Tom’s after he took over.
Tom was suspicious of Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin, and questioned their qualifications to lead the movement, so rather than join the Yippies, he created his own counter-revolutionary movement, and to make sure everyone knew where he was coming from, he named it the Zippies, implying it was the peppy alternative to last year’s revolutionaries. Tom would have been the public face, except he was also a pot smuggler and dealer, which forced him to stay in the background, which may have contributed to his jealousy concerning Abbie who was always on the mic. Tom eventually built a speakeasy in Manhattan that sold pot by the pound to dealers, a place where suitcases were stacked to the ceiling.
According to a major pot dealer of the period, Tom began working with a Mossad agent on some big projects shortly after arriving in New York. Apparently, this agent eventually committed suicide. Tom used to tell this dealer if the Feds ever came after him, he had information that would embarrass them. But soon Tom committed suicide as well.
A.J. Weberman was one of the biggest weed dealers in New York at the time, and he became Tom’s co-conspirator in creating the Zippies after he discovered Tom had a better, cheaper connection than he did. Weberman also ran a weapons training camp in the Catskills for volunteers wishing to help defend Israel from Arab annihilation. After outing Bob Dylan as a dabbler in heroin, Weberman wrote a book on the JFK assassination stating Watergate burglar Frank Sturgis was one of the tramps and also a shooter, a view he holds to this day.
While Sturgis was up-to-his-neck in the plot, and undoubtedly drove the murder weapons from Florida to Texas, he is neither one of the tramps from the famous photos nor a likely shooter for JFK. However, a new book by Roger Stone claims Stugis was enlisted a few years after the JFK hit to assassinate President Richard Nixon.
According to Stone, the CIA feared Nixon was going dovish on Vietnam, and they also greatly resented his detente move with China. Sturgis was told to procure weapons and make preparations for staging a confrontation between Yippies versus Zippies that would erupt in gunfire, and during this melee, Sturgis was to make sure Nixon got fatally shot.
Sturgis went ahead and got the guns, but when it was finally revealed who the target was, he backed out. Later on the CIA employed the Watergate burglary as a lever with which to unseat Nixon.
Last year, Stone released a book claiming Lyndon Johnson engineered the Kennedy assassination, and while I’m sure Johnson was aware of the plot, it’s unlikely his power extended to the top of the Pentagon and CIA. So even though Stone is a beltway insider once close to Nixon, I don’t fully trust his judgment on some key issues. But he does bring interesting information to the table.
Some say Nixon bought his detente move with China by returning one of hundreds of funds created from black market gold stolen during WWII and then disappeared. Much of that gold originated in China and had been buried in the Philippines for years before being washed by Opus Dei working with some Bonesmen. At least that’s the story I’ve been able to piece together.
But now I’m wondering more about the possible double agents planted inside the Zippies and Yippies who were going to instigate the melee so Nixon might be killed. It seems fascinating the Yippie-Zippie split was well-known at the highest levels of the CIA, almost as if they had a hand in instigating it, but as someone who once had access to Tom’s correspondence and private writings, I have to say I don’t believe he was a spook, although he may have been surrounded by them, some of whom have yet to be identified.
I made a foray down to Zuccotti Park and enjoyed the Rainbow Family vibes of the encampment, but I always suspected the movement was penetrated by spooks early on since the ad campaign that launched the movement was initially funded by a Wall Street insider.
You probably haven’t heard much about the Occupy Movement lately, and winter often has a way of damping down outdoor demonstrations, but I can fill you in on the latest big developments: There’s an active branch of the movement called Occupy the SEC, who are attempting to influence the Securities and Exchange Commission, the agency created after the Stock Market Crash of 1929 to regulate the stock market. Since Occupy the SEC is well covered in the CIA-run Washington Post, one wonders if it might be a case of a controlled opposition leading the charge against the establishment? Certainly their professional website shows zero evidence of counterculture leanings. I really shouldn’t mouth off about the group, however, since I’ve done zero research and it could be a group of well-intentioned lawyers, but just the fact they can afford to mount serious litigation and have it covered glowingly in the Post leaves me wondering.
Here’s the other big news: for $42 you can order a giant poster of the Zuccotti Park encampment in its prime from Walmart. Here’s how Walmart describes it on their website: “Occupy Wall Street at Zuccotti Park, Lower Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City, New York State, USA is a licensed reproduction that was printed on Premium Heavy Stock Paper which captures all of the vivid colors and details of the original. The image size is 27 x 9 inches. This print is ready for hanging or framing and would make a great addition to your home or office.”
I’ve joined a different movement, one I actually think has a good chance of success. Strange how few activists are promoting bitcoin, although I’m seriously investing in this new frontier as a way to stick it to the man. I wanted to get in much earlier, but didn’t have the loose cash available, or I’d already likely be a bitcoin millionaire by now.
But what really sealed the deal is the way the media kept attacking this new money system. All the high-powered economists and major newspapers were predicting a quick demise after it shot from $200 to $1,200 in one month, and then fell back down to $500 when China’s banks stopped trades until further notice. One website posted diagrams of the Dutch tulip bubble next to the bitcoin bubble and claimed they were tracking identical paths.
So I started buying when they were selling for $540. It’s been on a rocky road ever since, and thanks to the hacks of a number of exchanges, price now hovers between $300 and $400.
But in five years, I expect that to be much higher.
Only 21 million bitcoins can be produced and around half have already been mined and the codes grow increasingly complex and the coins are harder to mine as we go on. After all 21 million coins are in circulation, their value mint skyrocket to some ridiculous figure, but you won’t live to see that day.
In 2014, I wrote this book to promote Bitcoin, and although the figures are out-of-date, the philosophy behind why we should support it is not.
The alternative media is officially dead. Although hundreds of independent newspapers flourished in the late 1960s, most did not survive the 1970’s and those that did were absorbed into the corporate media system, becoming editorially hollow advertising cash cows while they lasted. The whole point of creating your own newspaper in the 1960s was because all the media were spewing status-quo propaganda. Even now, with the internet dismantling print media and offering unlimited options for serving content, the so-called “alternative” news sites never question the pathetic official 9/11 story or suggest a CIA/Mafia/Pentagon/Texas Oil Cartel conspiracy murdered JFK.
The op to disarm and dismantle the counterculture media was prolonged and the battle took place on many fronts. I started my own newspaper in 1968 in Urbana, Illinois, and was swiftly targeted by a State Narcotics Task Force, who set me up on bogus charges, while rousting me out of high school in handcuffs and shaming my parents at the local country club. That was one of the fronts: round up and imprison the alpha male founders of the alternative media.
I’d hung an Eldridge Cleaver for President poster in my second floor bedroom window and then went downstairs to see how it looked from the street. I’ll never forget my dad’s reaction to seeing that poster while he was hitting his practice golf ball in the side yard. Man, he took off full speed and ripped that poster out of the window and told me never to do that again. He said it sent the wrong message to our neighbors and we’d just recently moved into the neighborhood.
Funny how back in the day many of the brightest journalists wanted to get into investigative reporting. The Washington Post, a propaganda tool of the CIA decided to capture the center of energy on investigative journalism so they served up Nixon, maybe because he gave some of the stolen gold the Japanese had hidden in the Philippines back to China to buy his detente move. For whatever reason, Yale graduate Bob Woodward, a spook and secret bisexual, was transformed into a Knight in Shining Armor to lead the charge of investigators everywhere…..that’s a second front. Use your inside position to manufacture fake whistle blowers who initially release real solid info to establish credentials, but quickly switch to some absurd rabbit hole, like we never landed on the moon, lizard shape-shifting aliens rule the world, chemtrails, Elvis is alive, or Sandy Hook never happened.
I get the feeling the current generation of journalists cringe at the mere mention of 9/11. Although they realize the system is rigged by corrupt politics hidden from view, they also realize showing interest in that corruption is a sure way to end a promising journalism career. Since a handful of companies own the entire system, if you want a job (and jobs are really hard to find), better not be rocking the boat.
Of course, back in the late 1960s, you could rent a 4-bedroom house in Urbana for $150 a month, and work a minimum wage job and survive. But during the last fifty years, the system has evolved to extract increasing amounts of profit from every aspect of our lives. Womb to tomb, we are mined for profit, and most people work themselves silly just keeping their heads above water at this point, and after 30 years don’t possess a secure retirement, since all it takes is a medical problem, divorce, firing, or lawsuit to wipe you out.
Unfortunately, at this stage of the game, it’s virtually impossible for any truly honest underground media to emerge, because even if it did, it would be quickly penetrated and subverted, which is probably what happens to any big internet companies. In one form or another, The Octopus comes a knocking at your door, offers a deal you can’t refuse: play ball and become rich beyond your wildest dreams, or go rouge and and run the risk of getting whacked or busted down to nothing. The CIA and Sicilian Men of Honor are just two tentacles connected to this gigantic beast run by old money. For this class of people, war is a game rigged for milking profits and best played when both sides are funded by the same banks.
I’m currently available for hire to any media company interested in my brand of journalism as I recently got divorced from High Times. I specialize in conspiracy research and counterculture history. Marijuana, in case you didn’t know it, is a conspiracy story, because why else would the world’s most beneficial plant be outlawed everywhere, except through a massive conspiracy?
If you think the prisons are being privatized, check out the secret services. Ever since Iran-Contra blew a window open on arms and drug smuggling, covert teams formerly run by the CIA started disappearing and reforming under new ownership.
The master of counter-intelligence was James J. Angleton, and to give an idea of his operations, Jay Lovestone (left), the most powerful Marxist in the Labor Movement, was one of his secret agents. Angleton is now an adjective and “Angletonian” means “an overly-complex operation.” To give an example, Angleton created a CIA within the CIA to keep tabs on everyone in the CIA. But then later set-up a CIA within the CIA within the CIA, in his quest to find a suspected mole at the highest levels of government, a mole he never found, unless you count his participation in the JFK assassination cover-up as the removal of the mole.
After being trained by British intelligence, Angleton started work as the Vatican connection to the CIA, but soon picked up the Israeli connection after WWII. Those two power centers are closer than you might think, and even seem to share some of the same bankers. Needless to say, British intelligence has deep connections into both. The CIA was created as a sort of merger of MI6 with Nazi and Vatican spy networks.
After the war, recently arrived Jewish immigrants into New York (people who’d been heavily traumatized and thus excellent subjects for propaganda operations) were recruited into Marxism. This was a heavily-funded project and many were easily led down this path, never mind Marxism never seemed to manifest anything but fascist dictatorships, steel fists with velvet veneers.
Many of our leading universities became breeding grounds where these young Jewish Marxists were trained and indoctrinated for future roles in shaping public policy. In the late sixties, Lyndon LaRouche trolled these grounds to build his private intelligence agency, but the John Birch Society really pioneered this privatization of intelligence. Strange how LaRouche built his network with college-age Jews while the Birchers blocked all Jews from becoming members for years, although both groups came to essentially the same conclusions on world events.
The Neo-Con movement was composed of former Marxists who’d been reconditioned for a new mission: to pave the road to war with Iraq and Afghanistan, never mind those wars nearly bankrupted our nation. Their credibility may be shot, but they still hold six-figure salaries and high positions in finance, government and the media.
Which brings me to this guy: George Friedman. Time magazine started promoting him in 1999. But in 2001, Barron’s put him on the cover and ran a huge puff piece concerning his Austin-based company Statfor, supposedly the world’s most effective private intelligence agency? You might wonder, who is this dude and where did he come from? (First, however, consider the messenger: Barron’s is owned by the News Corp, part of their Dow Jones umbrella along with the Wall Street Journal.)
Friedman was just a lowly political science professor at Dickinson College in Pennsylvania for 20 years, but he must have been some sort of spook because he was giving national security lectures to the Army War College and Air Force’s RAND. He wrote a book called “The Coming War with Japan,” so he has a viable plan on keeping the war economy going just in case the phony Arab boogie-man magic show breaks down and we suddenly need to put a more powerful opponent into play.
And if that wasn’t bona fides enough, along comes Wikileaks releasing a lot of Stratfor email chatter, including a conversation between Stratfor and head of security for Walmart? That must have sold a lot of companies on signing up for Stratfor’s subscription service which costs $40,000 a year. That or the fact Coca-Cola was also revealed as a client.
This is Ken Sensor. He used to work for the FBI and CIA, but now he makes big bucks for Walmart. You know the anti-Walmart websites? Sensor runs some of those because he’s a well-trained spook in the post-Angleton era, and knows the value of counter-intelligence operations. So he has sock puppets on both sides of the divide. Anyway, a Walmart employee in Mexico got a threatening email demanding removal of a new security measure on the website or watch your relatives start dying. Sensor sent the threat, written in Spanish, to Stratfor and got the following response:
Subject: Re: CONFIDENTIAL – Question Regarding Gulf Cartel
Ken –Our initial read –The Spanish grammar and spelling is similar to that used by the Gulf Cartel and Los Zetas, however the excessive use of the ‘z’ leads me to believe it might have been Los Zetas, but that is more a personal hunch than any pictures or other messages I have seen. Have not heard of the this email address or tactic before. There are a lot of bad guys posing as Zetas or Gulf, just for the fear factor, and it could be just some posers. One aspect to consider is narco taxes. Perhaps this person owes money or narco taxes for protection? There is no business in MX untouched by this. If your folks aren’t telling Hqs about it, it would not surprise me.
If you’ve been following this blog, you know I think Wikileaks is an Angletonian-style project and strongly suspect this Wikileaks/Stratfor connection is just a window on the dynamics of building deep intelligence operations. Notice this email actually contains zero useful information, and one wonders why Wikileaks even thinks this is a “leak” of anything at all.
Last year, Max Fisher wrote an amusing story in the Atlantic titled: “Stratfor is a Joke and so is Wikileaks for Taking It Seriously.” Fisher characterized their subscription service as “getting The Economist a week later and several hundred times more expensive.”