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Tuesday, August 4, 2026

"They Built Cities Beneath Your Feet: The 170 Bunkers They Don’t Want You to Know About"

"They Built Cities Beneath Your Feet: 
The 170 Bunkers They Don’t Want You to Know About"
by Madge Waggy

Editors Note: This article is based on declassified U.S. government documents, testimonies from former federal employees with top-level security clearances, and investigative journalism spanning over two years. The information presented here draws from Congressional reports, files obtained through the Freedom of Information Act, and sworn statements by officials such as Catherine Austin Fitts, former Assistant Secretary of Housing and Urban Development under the Bush administration. The figures regarding secret expenditures of $21 trillion originate from her analysis of federal financial records. The event that first exposed the existence of the Mount Weather bunker - the crash of TWA Flight 514 on December 1, 1974 - is documented in official FAA and NTSB reports. The facilities described are real locations, accessible to the public up to their security perimeters, though most operations conducted inside remain classified at “Top Secret” level or higher.

"The December 1st Cover-Up: The mountain swallowed the plane whole. On December 1st, 1974, TWA Flight 514 fell from the sky above Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, its fuselage tearing through ancient oak and hickory before slamming into a granite face that shouldn’t have been there. Ninety-two people died in the impact, their bodies scattered across a mountainside that official maps marked as empty federal wilderness. But when rescue crews finally hacked their way through the smoldering debris, they didn’t find only death. They found a revelation that would haunt the survivors until their own graves.

Carved directly into the living rock, sealed behind blast doors weighing more than some buildings, a tunnel yawned open where no tunnel should exist. Armed men emerged from the earth itself - men who spoke in the flat, affectless tones of people trained to deny everything, to explain nothing, to make witnesses doubt their own sanity. They took names. They confiscated cameras. They made it abundantly clear, without ever explicitly threatening, that what had been seen could not be spoken of.

Those rescue workers had stumbled upon Mount Weather Emergency Operations Center, one node in a subterranean empire that stretches across the continental United States like a second, hidden nation. While you read these words, while your neighbors sleep peacefully in their beds, an entirely separate America exists beneath the topsoil - hardened against nuclear fire, stocked with decades of provisions, connected by tunnels that shuttle the chosen few between major cities without ever seeing sunlight. These are not crude backyard fallout shelters from 1950s paranoia. These are underground cities in their own right, complete with hospitals, crematoriums, television studios, and enough supplies to sustain thousands of people for years after the surface becomes uninhabitable.

Catherine Austin Fitts knows the true scale of what lies beneath. As former Assistant Secretary of Housing and Urban Development under George H.W. Bush, she occupied a position that granted access to financial records most Americans don’t know exist. In 2017, she revealed the results of her investigation: the United States government secretly diverted twenty-one trillion dollars between 1998 and 2015. The official budget never accounted for this money. Congressional appropriations committees never authorized these expenditures. Yet somewhere in the labyrinthine accounting of federal agencies, trillions vanished into line items so heavily redacted that even senior officials could only see black bars where explanations should have been.

Fitts revealed that this astronomical sum funded the construction and maintenance of exactly 170 underground and undersea bunkers. Not crude shelters, but fully operational cities buried beneath the earth, some large enough to house tens of thousands of people indefinitely. The locations she identified include facilities beneath Denver International Airport, connected to the surface by tunnels wide enough to drive trucks through; undersea installations off both coasts; and sites scattered across the Federal Arc - that 300-mile radius around Washington D.C. where every federal continuity facility has been constructed since the 1950s.

Mainstream outlets dismissed her claims. Fact-checkers pointed out that $21 trillion exceeds the entire Department of Defense budget for those years combined. But Fitts never claimed the money came from defense appropriations. She exposed something far more disturbing: a parallel financial system exists within the federal government, one capable of moving sums that make the Pentagon’s budget look like pocket change, all without congressional oversight or public knowledge.

The documented reality of what we know exists proves she was telling the truth. The facilities described below are not theoretical. They are physical places you can locate on maps, approach by car, photograph from public roads—though getting closer than the perimeter fence will earn you a conversation with armed guards who do not smile and do not answer questions.
The First of One Hundred Seventy:
Mount Weather’s Subterranean Shadow Government:
Sixty-four miles west of Washington D.C., nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, a facility codenamed HIGH POINT has served as the ultimate insurance policy against Armageddon since 1959. Mount Weather Emergency Operations Center doesn’t appear on most maps. The roads leading to it are unmarked, branching off from rural routes that seem to lead nowhere until suddenly, through the trees, you glimpse the warning signs: restricted federal property, use of deadly force authorized, photography prohibited.

Constructed during the Eisenhower administration at the height of Cold War paranoia, Mount Weather was designed to do one thing and one thing only: ensure that some fragment of the United States government would survive even if the surface became a radioactive hellscape. Unlike the congressional bunker at Greenbrier - which we’ll examine shortly - Mount Weather wasn’t built for legislators. This facility was intended for the executive branch, the military command structure, and the shadow government that would take control after the elected officials above ground had been vaporized.

Above the surface, Mount Weather presents a modest face: some administrative buildings, communication towers, a few structures that could belong to any rural government facility. But the reality lies beneath. Excavated directly into the mountain itself, the underground complex extends through a series of side tunnels that accommodate twenty separate office buildings. Some of these subterranean structures rise three stories tall, complete with windows that look out onto artificially lit rock faces designed to simulate exterior views. Workers assigned here spend weeks underground without seeing natural sunlight - a psychological experiment that continues to this day.

Inside the mountain, Mount Weather contains everything necessary to sustain a functioning government for years. A fully equipped hospital with operating rooms and dental facilities. A crematorium capable of handling mass casualties. Dining halls, recreation areas, sleeping quarters for thousands. Reservoirs containing millions of gallons of drinking and cooling water, replenished by springs tapped deep within the mountain’s geology. An emergency power plant capable of generating electricity indefinitely, fueled by reserves stored in tanks that dwarf any civilian facility.

Most chilling of all is the East Tunnel, which houses a computer complex running the Contingency Impact Analysis System and the Resource Interruption Monitoring System. These aren’t bureaucratic databases. They are doomsday tools, designed to track the collapse of American civilization in real-time and coordinate the remaining resources of a shattered nation. When the unthinkable happens - whether nuclear war, biological catastrophe, or civilizational collapse - these systems determine who eats, who receives medical care, and which regions of the former United States are written off as unrecoverable.

Mount Weather gained its first real test during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. Jacob Rosenthal, a former aide to Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy, later described being sent to the facility to prepare for the potential emergency relocation of the entire White House press corps. “This was the master relocation site for government,” Rosenthal recalled in a 2015 interview, his voice still carrying the weight of what he’d witnessed. “Inside the bowel of the mountain.” The facility was activated again in April 2015 when a power outage struck the capital region. While ordinary Washingtonians struggled in the dark, Mount Weather’s systems hummed to life, ready to receive those with the proper clearances.

The underground network connected to Mount Weather extends far beyond the official perimeter. Former employees have confirmed tunnels connecting to other facilities in ways that allow the elite to travel hundreds of miles without ever surfacing. During the Cold War, Soviet intelligence confirmed Mount Weather was connected by underground rail to Raven Rock in Pennsylvania, creating a subterranean command corridor spanning multiple states. American officials never denied this assessment.

Site R: Where War Would Continue After the World Ended:
Drive through the rural roads of Adams County, Pennsylvania, near the town of Blue Ridge Summit, and you notice the sudden proliferation of warning signs. Federal property begins where the forest thickens. Cameras on poles monitor stretches of road where no private citizen has any reason to travel. Occasionally, through the trees, you glimpse concrete structures that lead directly into the mountain itself.

This is Raven Rock Mountain Complex, known to those who guard it as Site R, and to intelligence analysts as “the Underground Pentagon.” While Mount Weather was designed to preserve civilian government, Raven Rock serves a more militaristic purpose: it is the alternate command center for the Department of Defense, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the National Military Command Center. If the Pentagon itself were destroyed, this is where nuclear war would be managed from.

Construction began in 1950, just five years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki demonstrated that the old rules of warfare no longer applied. The location was chosen with precision. Raven Rock Mountain sits on the Pennsylvania-Maryland border, far enough from Washington to escape the immediate blast radius of any attack on the capital, yet close enough that senior military officials could be transported here quickly when warning came. The mountain itself is solid granite, providing natural shielding equivalent to hundreds of feet of reinforced concrete.

Excavating Raven Rock required moving millions of tons of rock. The resulting complex extends through a series of chambers and tunnels large enough to house the entire military command structure indefinitely. Blast doors weighing uncounted tons seal the entrances -doors designed to close automatically when sensors detect the electromagnetic pulse of a nuclear detonation, trapping those inside in a world that has ended above them.

Unlike Mount Weather, which falls under FEMA’s jurisdiction, Raven Rock remains an active military installation. The Office of the Secretary of Defense maintains offices here. Communications infrastructure connects this mountain to every American military installation worldwide, creating a command and control capability that persists even if the surface communications grid is completely destroyed. During the September 11 attacks in 2001, Vice President Dick Cheney was taken to Raven Rock - not to the more famous presidential bunker beneath the White House -proving that this facility, not the officially designated location, serves as the true seat of emergency executive power.

What makes Raven Rock particularly disturbing is its role in continuity planning. Documents declassified in the 1990s revealed that Site R was designed not merely to survive nuclear war, but to prosecute it. The facility contains targeting data, launch codes, and communication systems that allow the United States to continue launching nuclear strikes even after the surface population has been decimated. The men and women who would occupy Raven Rock in such a scenario would be making decisions about which Russian, Chinese, or North Korean cities to destroy, even as they knew that everyone they had ever loved above ground was already dead or dying.

Local residents have reported the strange occurrences around Raven Rock for decades. Military convoys arrive at 3 AM, carrying personnel in vehicles with blacked-out windows. Helicopters land on pads that don’t appear on any map. Most unsettling are the underground detonations, seismic events that register on local instruments but are never officially acknowledged. The government continues to expand Raven Rock’s tunnel network, excavating deeper into the mountain and connecting to other facilities in ways that create a subterranean military infrastructure spanning multiple states.

The Mountain That Watches: NORAD’s Granite Fortress:
Colorado Springs sits in the shadow of Pikes Peak, a city that owes its existence to the military-industrial complex. The Air Force Academy dominates its northern edge. Peterson Space Force Base sprawls across its eastern approach. Fort Carson’s training grounds extend to the south. But the most secretive military installation isn’t visible from any highway. It’s buried inside Cheyenne Mountain, two thousand feet beneath solid granite, and it has watched the skies for Russian missiles every hour of every day since 1966.

Cheyenne Mountain Complex represents the most technologically sophisticated underground facility ever constructed. Built by the Army Corps of Engineers over five years of continuous excavation, the complex houses fifteen separate buildings, each three stories tall, suspended on massive steel springs designed to absorb the shock of a direct nuclear hit. The buildings don’t touch the mountain itself - they float within it, creating a shock-isolation system that survives even if the mountain above them cracks from the force of bombardment.

NORAD—the North American Aerospace Defense Command - makes its home here, or at least its backup home. Since 2006, day-to-day operations moved to Peterson Air Force Base on the surface, but Cheyenne Mountain remains fully operational, maintained in a state of constant readiness that requires millions of dollars in annual upkeep. The official explanation is that Peterson provides more efficient operations during peacetime, while Cheyenne serves as the hardened backup should war come. Defense analysts know the truth: the continued maintenance of Cheyenne Mountain proves preparations for scenarios that go beyond mere nuclear exchange.

Inside the mountain, fifteen buildings contain everything necessary to track every aircraft, missile, and space object approaching North American airspace. The famous “big screens” of NORAD - popularized in films like WarGames - are real, massive displays showing real-time tracking data that identify incoming ballistic missiles within seconds of launch. Communication systems connect Cheyenne Mountain to every radar station, every satellite, every early warning system across the continent and beyond.

Water supplies inside Cheyenne Mountain are stored in massive reservoirs capable of sustaining thousands of personnel for months. The complex generates its own power through diesel generators with fuel reserves that last years if rationed. Food stocks, medical supplies, and entertainment materials are maintained in quantities that prove preparation for extended habitation. The personnel who staff Cheyenne Mountain during exercises or actual emergencies live here indefinitely, watching the surface world through sensors and screens, making decisions about the fate of millions based on data that filters down from a world they can no longer touch.

Cheyenne Mountain is connected to other facilities in ways that have never been publicly acknowledged. During the Cold War, military documents confirmed the existence of a high-speed underground rail system linking Cheyenne Mountain to other continuity sites across the western United States. More recently, investigations have focused on the confirmed connections to Denver International Airport, some ninety miles north, where massive underground facilities exist beneath the runways.

The airport’s construction went billions of dollars over budget. Its underground baggage system—now largely abandoned—required excavating tunnels wide enough to drive trucks through. The airport’s art contains apocalyptic imagery that depicts catastrophic events and underground survival. These are not coincidences. They are messages for those who know how to read them, warnings of what has been built beneath our feet.

Project Greek Island: The Luxury Hotel That Hid Congress:

White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, is the kind of town that time forgot in the best possible way. Nestled in the Allegheny Mountains, it exists primarily to serve The Greenbrier - a resort so luxurious that it has hosted presidents, royalty, and corporate retreats since 1778. The hotel’s white-columned facade suggests genteel Southern hospitality, a place where the wealthy come to escape the cares of the world through mineral springs, golf courses, and afternoon tea served by white-gloved waiters. For thirty-four years, from 1958 to 1992, the guests who sipped that tea sat directly above a secret that could have ended the American experiment in representative democracy.

Project Greek Island - that was the code name, chosen by men who appreciated irony - was constructed beneath what the resort called its “West Virginia Wing.” The cover story claimed that the massive construction project, which required pouring enough concrete to build a small city and excavating 720 feet into the mountain beneath the hotel, was simply an expansion of resort facilities. Local workers were hired, paid well, and told to keep their mouths shut. Most did. For three decades, the people of White Sulphur Springs kept a secret that would have made national headlines if revealed.

Behind a blast door weighing twenty-five tons - roughly equivalent to four African elephants - lay a facility designed to house all 535 members of the United States Congress, plus essential staff, for up to six months following a nuclear attack on Washington D.C. The bunker contained dormitory-style sleeping quarters, a hospital with operating rooms, a pharmacy stocked with enough medications to treat every conceivable ailment, a cafeteria capable of feeding hundreds, and even a television studio where the surviving members of Congress could broadcast to a nation that might no longer exist.

The most disturbing aspect of Project Greek Island wasn’t its existence - it was the selection process. In a democracy ostensibly governed by elected representatives, only the congressional leadership knew about the bunker. Rank-and-file representatives and senators were not informed of their potential relocation site. The facility was designed to preserve the legislative branch, but in practice, it would have created a rump Congress composed only of those senior enough to have been briefed on the facility’s existence - a Congress that would have numbered dozens rather than hundreds, making decisions for a nation of then 250 million people.

The Washington Post exposed Project Greek Island in 1992, and the facility was officially decommissioned shortly thereafter. Today, it operates as a tourist attraction, part of The Greenbrier’s regular tour offerings. Visitors can walk through the blast doors, peer into the dormitories, and marvel at the paranoia of a bygone era. But those who look closer notice things that don’t align with the official narrative. Certain sections of the facility are roped off during tours, with explanations that change depending on which guide you ask. Decommissioning occurred so quickly after exposure - almost as if the government wanted to distance itself from something that remains operational elsewhere.

The truth, revealed by former government officials who have spoken off the record, is that congressional continuity planning didn’t end. It simply moved. When Project Greek Island became public knowledge, the government didn’t abandon the concept of congressional bunkers—they built new ones, in locations that have never been revealed, to specifications that remain classified. The Greenbrier bunker was the one that got caught. The others remain hidden, their existence known only to a handful of senior legislators and the shadowy continuity planners who maintain them.

The Federal Reserve’s Secret Vault: Culpeper’s Buried Treasure:

Seventy-five miles southwest of Washington D.C., in the rolling Virginia countryside near the town of Culpeper, stands a facility that represents the most curious case of bunker repurposing in American history. The National Audio-Visual Conservation Center - also known as the Packard Campus of the Library of Congress - occupies a 45-acre site that was, until 1997, one of the most secret locations in the entire federal government.

Constructed in 1969 by the Federal Reserve Bank of Richmond in partnership with the Treasury Department, this underground complex was built to house the Culpeper Switch - the central hub of the Federal Reserve Wire Network, the electronic system that moved $30 trillion annually between member banks. The facility was designed to survive nuclear war and continue operating the electronic financial infrastructure of the United States even if the surface economy had been obliterated.

The bunker itself was a marvel of Cold War engineering. Four hundred feet long, built of steel-reinforced concrete a foot thick, radiation-hardened against the electromagnetic pulse of nuclear detonations. Inside, rows of computer equipment occupied climate-controlled rooms, processing financial transactions that represented the lifeblood of American capitalism. But the Culpeper Switch wasn’t just a data center. It was also a vault, designed to store physical currency in quantities that boggle the imagination.

Declassified documents reveal that at its peak, the Culpeper facility held $241 billion in cash reserves, including pallet after pallet of $2 bills that would have been distributed to regional banks in the aftermath of a nuclear exchange. The bunker contained enough food, water, and supplies to sustain 540 people for thirty days, ensuring that the electronic financial system could continue operating even as the physical economy collapsed around it.

In 1997, the Federal Reserve decommissioned the Culpeper Switch, moving its operations to more modern facilities. The bunker might have been demolished, or sealed, or simply forgotten. Instead, it was purchased by the Packard Humanities Institute and donated to the Library of Congress, which converted it into the National Audio-Visual Conservation Center. Today, the facility houses more than 90 miles of shelving containing millions of films, television programs, and sound recordings - the nation’s audio-visual heritage preserved in a bunker built to survive Armageddon.

The irony is almost too perfect: a facility designed to preserve capitalism in the face of nuclear war now preserves American culture. But those who have toured the Packard Campus report strange occurrences in the deeper sections of the facility - areas not open to the public, where the original Federal Reserve infrastructure remains intact behind locked doors. Employees report hearing machinery hum in sections that should be empty, seeing lights on in rooms that haven’t been used for decades, encountering people in suits who don’t appear on any staff roster.

These reports represent genuine ongoing operations. The Library of Congress maintains that the Packard Campus is purely a conservation facility, with no connection to any government continuity programs. But the physical reality of the structure remains: a radiation-hardened, blast-resistant bunker capable of sustaining hundreds of people indefinitely, located within easy reach of Washington D.C., sitting on enough land to accommodate significant expansion.

If the government needed to reactivate Culpeper for its original purpose - or for some new continuity role that has never been publicly acknowledged—it would take hours. Maybe days. The infrastructure is already in place. The tunnels are already dug. The only thing missing is the personnel and the authorization to use a facility that, officially, no longer exists as a bunker at all.

The Architecture of the End: Standing at the perimeter fence of any of these facilities, you feel it: the weight of the earth above, the silence of a security apparatus that watches without acknowledging your presence, the sense that you are standing at the edge of something vast and secret that extends far beyond what you can see. These bunkers are not historical curiosities. They are active components of a continuity system that has been maintained, expanded, and refined for over seventy years.

Consider what it means that the United States government has spent trillions of dollars - officially acknowledged and secretly diverted—to ensure that a select few would survive any conceivable catastrophe. Consider what it implies about the value placed on human life when resources sufficient to transform the surface world are instead directed toward creating refuges for the powerful beneath it. Consider the psychology of a nation that maintains 170 underground cities while its surface infrastructure crumbles, its schools decay, and its citizens sleep in streets.

Catherine Austin Fitts revealed that the $21 trillion she identified represents only what she could trace through the documents available to her. The true figure is far higher. The true number of bunkers - 170 by her count - is only a fraction of what actually exists. We know about Mount Weather because a plane crashed into it on December 1st, 1974. We know about the Greenbrier because a journalist exposed it. We know about Raven Rock and Cheyenne Mountain because they are too large to hide completely. But the others remain hidden, their existence never photographed, never named, never acknowledged in any document that might be subject to Freedom of Information Act requests.

The Federal Arc - that 300-mile radius around Washington D.C. - contains dozens of known continuity sites. But the Federal Arc is not the limit of the system. Declassified documents from the 1950s and 60s reveal plans for government relocation sites in every state, in every region, creating a distributed network of bunkers that allow the federal government to fragment and survive even if individual facilities are destroyed. All of these plans were implemented. All of these bunkers were built. The documents that would confirm the full extent of the network are still classified, still hidden in vaults that themselves are underground, hardened, capable of surviving the very catastrophes they were built to insure against.

What haunts the imagination is not the existence of these facilities but the mindset that created them. A government that prepares for its own survival on this scale has, in some fundamental way, given up on the survival of the people it governs. The bunkers represent a bet against the future - a wager that catastrophe is inevitable, that the surface world will eventually become uninhabitable, that the only rational response to existential threat is to dig deeper, build thicker walls, and wait for the storm to pass over those left outside.

When the next crisis comes - whether nuclear exchange, biological pandemic, climate collapse, or something we haven’t imagined yet - where will you be? Where will your representatives be? The answer to those questions has already been determined, in facilities you’ve never seen, by people you’ve never elected, using money you were never told about. The architecture of the end is already complete. It waits beneath your feet, patient as stone, ready for the day when the surface goes quiet and the blast doors finally close."
Hat tip to The Burning Platform for this material!

"The End Of Empire Report"

"The End Of Empire Report"
Musings on Michael Hudson - with a story about the future.
By J. Matson Heininger

Author’s Note: "I follow Michael Hudson’s work closely and his broader writings on financialization, petrodollar collapse, and the internal rot of empire. His analysis of U.S. insolvency, the weaponization of the dollar, and the unsustainability of the current world order has deeply shaped how I view economics and power. This story is not a prediction. It is not Michael Hudson’s thesis. It is my reading of his premises - Then an attempt to follow one dark, possible branch of logic to its extreme conclusion.

Hudson describes the structural cracks; I have imagined what happens when the ruling class, faced with those cracks, chooses to burn the house down rather than hand it over. Whether that makes this fiction or foreshadowing, I leave to the reader. The story is composed of two parallel threads, thread A and thread B as they move over time.

Thread A: The Surface – Year 11: Elara knelt in the mud of what used to be a cornfield in western Pennsylvania. Her hands were cracked. Her nails were packed with black soil. Behind her, twelve other survivors - none of them older than thirty - planted heirloom seeds they had found in a flooded university basement. No tractors. No diesel. Just shoulder blades and stubbornness.

“We need rain by next week,” said Marcus, a former botany student who had walked two hundred miles after the Purge. “If it doesn’t come - ” “It will come,” Elara said. She didn’t believe it. But she said it anyway.

They had no electricity. No internet. No radio that worked beyond bursts of static. They had a single rifle with nine bullets, a rusted axe, and a solar panel that could charge a handheld light for three hours a day. But they had water. A spring-fed creek ran through the valley, untouched by the chemical fires that had consumed the coasts. They had found wild onions growing along the tree line. They had even caught a rabbit - thin, mangy, but alive.

That night, they sat around a fire of scrap lumber. Someone had salvaged a harmonica. It played a broken, wheezing tune. Someone else sang an old folk song - words about rivers and homes that no longer existed. Elara looked up. The stars were visible now. No contrails. No satellite glints. Just a vast, indifferent sky. She thought about the bunkers. She had heard rumors, as a child, that the government had gone underground. That they were waiting. That they would return. She didn’t want them to return.

She watched the embers rise. Above her, Orion was tilted, ancient, unchanged. The same stars that watched the first empires rise and fall. She realized, for the first time, that she was not afraid of dying. She was afraid of waiting. So she decided she wouldn’t. Tomorrow, they would clear more land. They would plant more seeds. They would build something that didn’t require an empire to sustain it.

Thread B: The Bunker – Year 11 (Concurrent): General Fenton’s hands trembled as he tried to light his last cigarette. The lighter sparked but didn’t catch. He threw it against the concrete wall. It clattered and fell silent. The air was thick. The filtration system had been running at 30% capacity for eighteen months. The carbon dioxide scrubbers were clogged with particulates that no one could replace. Every breath felt like swallowing sand.

“Sir, the President is requesting you,” said a young lieutenant, his cheeks hollow, his eyes sunken. Fenton walked the long, dim corridor. The emergency lights were on their last bulb. Half the hallway was pitch black. He counted the bodies - not dead yet, but slumped against the walls, breathing shallowly, too weak to move. The elite. The financiers. The hedge-fund managers who had once owned continents. They sat in their own waste, their tailored suits reduced to rags.

The President - that nameless, twitching man - sat at the head of a long table. A single map was spread before him. It showed the oil fields of Venezuela. Green pins marked “secured” locations. Red pins marked “transport breakdown.”

“We have one helicopter left,” the President whispered. “One. I want you to take it. Fly to the coast. Find a fishing boat. Get to Cuba. There’s a Chinese freighter - ” “Sir,” Fenton interrupted, his voice a dry rasp. “The helicopter hasn’t flown in three years. The fuel we have left is needed for the generators. Without the generators, we have forty-eight hours of oxygen.” The President stared at him. His eyes were wild. Not angry. Just... empty. “Then what do we do?”

Fenton sat down. He looked at the map. The great plan. The scorched earth. The Venezuelan pivot. The suppression of the masses. The control of the world’s last oil. They had done it all. Perfectly. Exactly as they had wargamed. And now they were trapped in a concrete tomb, surrounded by the rotting bodies of the men who had once ruled the planet, breathing recycled farts and dying of simple boredom.

“Sir,” Fenton said, “we do nothing. We wait.” “For what?” Fenton had no answer. He looked at the air vents. They were silent. The fans had stopped turning ten minutes ago.

Thread A: The Surface – Year 12: Elara stood at the top of a ridge. Below her, the valley was green. Not the toxic green of invasive kudzu - but the real green of corn, beans, and squash. The Three Sisters. She had read about them in a crumbling agricultural pamphlet. They had built a small dam. They had dug irrigation trenches with sharpened sticks. They had traded with a neighboring settlement - fifty miles on foot, a three-day journey - for salt and a rusty plow blade.

She heard a sound. A bird. A real bird. Not a pigeon or a starving crow. A meadowlark. It perched on a fence post that had once held barbed wire. It sang. Marcus walked up beside her. He was gaunt, but his eyes were clear. “Population of the valley?” she asked. “One hundred and twelve. We counted last week.”“And the bunker?”

Marcus shrugged. They had found a shortwave receiver in an abandoned police cruiser. For months, it had hissed static. But yesterday, for thirty seconds, they had heard a voice - weak, garbled, desperate. It repeated: “This is Raven Rock. Anyone. Anyone. Please respond.” Elara had listened. Then she had turned the dial. She didn’t respond.

“Should we go back?” Marcus asked. “See if they’re still - ” “No,” Elara said. “They had their chance. They wanted to rule the world. They torched the world to do it. They can keep their bunker.” She picked up a hoe. The handle was worn smooth by her hands. “The world is ours now,” she said. “Not because we conquered it. Because we stayed in it.” She walked down the hill. Behind her, the meadowlark sang again.

Thread B: The Bunker – The Final Hour: Fenton heard nothing. Not even the breathing. He was the last one. The President had died three days ago - not from lack of oxygen, but from a stroke. The others had simply closed their eyes and not opened them. The air was so thin now that his thoughts came in slow, muddy waves. He lay on the floor of the war room. The map was still there. The green pins for Venezuela. The red pins for the missing tankers. The great plan. He laughed. It was a wet, gurgling sound. “We did it,” he whispered. “We stayed on top.”

He looked up at the ceiling. A single emergency bulb flickered. It cast a dim orange light on the faded seal of the United States - the eagle, the arrows, the olive branch. He reached into his pocket. He had saved one thing. A small, silver flask. He unscrewed the cap. The whiskey was long gone. Only the smell remained. He brought it to his nose and inhaled. He remembered a summer. A beach. His grandchildren. Sunlight. He had been a man once, not just a general. The light flickered one last time. Then it went out.

Thread A: The Surface – Years Later: Elara had gray in her hair now. She sat on the porch of a cabin she had built herself - logs, mud mortar, a stone chimney. A child - her daughter - played in the dirt with a stick, drawing shapes. “Mom, what’s that?” the girl asked, pointing to a distant hill. Elara squinted. A rusted radar dish, leaning like a dead tree. It had belonged to a military installation. Now it was just a landmark for hunters. “I don’t know, sweetheart. It’s old. It doesn’t matter anymore.” The girl returned to her drawings.

Elara looked at the sky. A plane? No. Just a hawk. Something had survived. Something always survived. She thought about the people in the bunker - if they had ever existed. She thought about the ships in the Yemeni sand. The oil fires that had rained soot for a decade. The prisons that had crumbled when the guards abandoned them. None of it mattered to her daughter. Her daughter had never seen a car. Never heard a jet. Never known a world that ran on black blood. Her daughter knew only the seasons, the soil, the creek.

Elara smiled. The empire had wanted to rule the rubble. But the rubble had grown grass. And the grass had fed the rabbit. And the rabbit had fed the hawk. And the hawk circled overhead, indifferent to the dead generals below, and flew on into the blue, empty, beautiful sky."

Monday, August 3, 2026

"A Quiet Ride Through a Gentle Life"

Full screen recommended.
Velor AI Art, 
"A Quiet Ride Through a Gentle Life"
"A quiet ride through the gentle years of life - where love is not measured by grand gestures, but by choosing to stay beside one another through every ordinary day. This surreal cinematic AI film tells the story of a humble milkman and a young housemaid who fall in love during difficult times. Their relationship begins quietly through simple moments, shared work, and small acts of kindness in a peaceful countryside community. There is no luxury, no dramatic promises - only two ordinary people choosing to build a life together one day at a time. As the years pass, they create a small home filled with warmth, hard work, and love. Together they raise a young son and learn to face life’s struggles as a family. But eventually, war arrives. The peaceful world around them slowly changes, bringing uncertainty, hardship, and fear. Yet even through the darkest moments, the family continues to stand beside one another - protecting, caring, and finding strength through love. Time moves forward, their hair turns gray, and the world changes around them… 

But one thing never fades: As long as they are together, they can survive anything. Beneath the calm cinematic atmosphere lies a deeply human message: True love is not about perfect moments. It is about staying together through imperfect times. This film was created to provide viewers with: • A relaxing and emotionally healing experience • Meaningful cinematic storytelling • A warm reflection on family and devotion • A human perspective on love during wartime • A peaceful emotional journey filled with hope and compassion.

This project was not created as automated mass content, but as a human-directed artistic film focused on emotional storytelling, meaningful entertainment, and cinematic atmosphere. AI was used as a creative production tool, while the emotional direction, pacing, editing, and artistic vision were guided by human creativity and lived inspiration."

"I Don't Argue With Life Anymore"

Full screen recommended.
"I Don't Argue With Life Anymore"
"I used to argue with everything. The rain for coming when I didn't need it. The years for moving too fast. The losses for arriving without warning. The way things turned out instead of the way I planned. Life never once changed its mind. "I Don't Argue With Life Anymore" is a Delta blues meditation on the long education of acceptance - not resignation, not giving up, but the earned wisdom of a man who fought the river long enough to understand that the river doesn't notice, and found something better to do with the energy. The resonator guitar moves with the ease of water that stopped fighting its own banks still moving, just no longer against itself. The harmonica carries the breath of a man who argued himself hoarse for fifty years and finally chose quiet. The groove stays steady and unhurried, like life itself - present, unimpressed by complaint, carrying on regardless. This is the blues of dropping the argument. Not defeat. Not surrender. Just finally understanding who you've been fighting. I argued with life for forty years. Life didn't even notice. I was the only one getting tired."

Native Elder, "How to Reclaim Your Strength After Life Broke You Down"

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Native Elder,
"How to Reclaim Your Strength After Life Broke You Down"

The Poet: Wendell Berry, "The Circles Of Our Lives"

"The Circles Of Our Lives"

"Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon,
within the circles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.

Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.
And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone
into the darker circles of return,
Within the circles of our lives..."

- Wendell Berry
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust,
swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of Infinity.
Life is Eternal.
We have stopped for a moment to encounter 
each other, to meet, to love, to share.
This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in Eternity.”

- Paulo Coelho
"We all know that something is eternal. And it ain't houses and it ain't names, and it ain't earth, and it ain't even the stars... Everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you'd be surprised how people are always losing hold of it. There's something way down deep that's eternal about every human being."
- Thornton Wilder

Musical Interlude: Deuter, "Kindred Spirit""

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Deuter, "Kindred Spirit""

"A Look to the Heavens"

"A star cluster around 2 million years young surrounded by natal clouds of dust and glowing gas, M16 is also known as The Eagle Nebula. This beautifully detailed image of the region adopts the colorful Hubble palette and includes cosmic sculptures made famous in Hubble Space Telescope close-ups of the starforming complex.
Described as elephant trunks or Pillars of Creation, dense, dusty columns rising near the center are light-years in length but are gravitationally contracting to form stars. Energetic radiation from the cluster stars erodes material near the tips, eventually exposing the embedded new stars. Extending from the ridge of bright emission left of center is another dusty starforming column known as the Fairy of Eagle Nebula. M16 lies about 7,000 light-years away, an easy target for binoculars or small telescopes in a nebula rich part of the sky toward the split constellation Serpens Cauda (the tail of the snake)."

"Poof!"

"Some people center the universe around themselves; while making other people nothing but decorations to their existence. "I will do this and then I will do that and then people will think this about me and then people will think that about me, and then I will add that person to my life when the convenient time arrives, and this person over here would make a very convenient addition as well..." They build their own thrones for themselves, and add decorations all around their thrones. The problem with that is: it does not bring happiness. A throne must be built for you; it must not be you who builds your own throne. If so, everything that you think you are is only an illusion! And illusions dissolve one day. Poof!"
- C. JoyBell C.

"The Universe"

"Life is not what you see, but what you've projected. It's not what you've felt, but what you've decided. It's not what you've experienced, but how you've remembered it. It's not what you've forged, but what you've allowed. And it's not who's appeared, but who you've summoned. And this should serve you well until you find what you already have."
- The Universe

“Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!” 
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"Malls Are Disappearing Across America… And the Retail Collapse Has Already Begun"

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Across The States, 8/3/26
"Malls Are Disappearing Across America…
And the Retail Collapse Has Already Begun"
"Why are American malls dying? Most people blame Amazon or online shopping - but the real story began decades earlier. This video uncovers the hidden reasons behind the decline of shopping malls and reveals why the loss of these spaces is about much more than retail. Here’s the thing… malls were never just places to buy clothes or electronics. They became everyday gathering spots where families, teenagers, seniors, and neighbors connected without planning. We explore how overbuilding, failing anchor stores, changing consumer habits, and the disappearance of "third places" slowly pushed malls toward collapse. What most people don’t realize is that the biggest loss isn't a department store - it’s the sense of community these places quietly created. The reality is that many former malls are now being reinvented as churches, healthcare centers, apartments, and mixed-use community spaces, showing that people still crave real-world connection. Watch till the end to discover why the future of malls may depend less on shopping - and more on bringing people together."
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Dan, I Allegedly, "Our Water Supply Is Under Attack"

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Dan, I Allegedly, 8/3/26
"Our Water Supply Is Under Attack"
"Breaking news: Cybersecurity attacks have targeted water treatment systems and public water infrastructure in multiple states, raising serious questions about the security of America's water supply. In this video, I break down what happened, which states have been affected, how these attacks work, and why every family should take this warning seriously. This isn't about fear—it's about preparation. I explain why storing emergency drinking water is one of the simplest and smartest things you can do today, especially during extreme summer heat. We also discuss the growing risks to critical infrastructure, what officials are saying, and why your state could be vulnerable even if it hasn't reported an attack yet. Stay informed, stay prepared, and let me know your thoughts in the comments."
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The Daily "Near You?"

 

Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA. Thanks for stopping by!

"Holding On To Something..."

Sam: "It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it's only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in the world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
- Samwise Gamgee,
"Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers"

"A Realistic Attitude..."

"It was the essence of life to disbelieve in death for one's self, to act as if life would continue forever. And life had to act also as if little issues were big ones. To take a realistic attitude toward life and death meant that one lapsed into unreality. Into insanity. It was ironic that the only way to keep one's sanity was to ignore that one was in an insane world or to act as if the world were sane."
- Philip José Farmer

“On The Beach”

“On The Beach”
by Nevil Shute

“Nevil Shute’s 1959 novel “On the Beach” is set in what was then the near future (1963, approximately a year following World War III). The conflict has devastated the northern hemisphere, polluting the atmosphere with nuclear fallout and killing all animal life. While the nuclear bombs were confined to the northern hemisphere, global air currents are slowly carrying the fallout to the southern hemisphere. The only part of the planet still habitable is the far south of the globe, specifically Australia and New Zealand, South Africa, and the southern parts of South America.

From Australia, survivors detect a mysterious and incomprehensible Morse code radio signal originating from the United States. With hope that some life has remained in the contaminated regions, one of the last American nuclear submarines, the USS Scorpion, placed by its captain under Australian naval command, is ordered to sail north from its port of refuge in Melbourne (Australia’s southernmost major mainland city) to try to contact whoever is sending the signal. In preparation for this long journey the submarine first makes a shorter trip to some port cities in northern Australia including Cairns, Queensland and Darwin, Northern Territory, finding no survivors.

The Australian government makes arrangements to provide its citizens with free suicide pills and injections, so that they will be able to avoid prolonged suffering from radiation sickness. One of the novel’s poignant dilemmas is that of Australian naval officer Peter Holmes, who has a baby daughter and a naive and childish wife, Mary, who is in denial about the impending disaster. Because he has been assigned to travel north with the Americans, Peter must try to explain to Mary how to euthanize their baby and kill herself with the pill should he be killed on the ocean voyage.

The characters make their best efforts to enjoy what time and pleasures remain to them before dying from radiation poisoning, speaking of small pleasures and continuing their customary activities, allowing their awareness of the coming end to impinge on their minds only long enough to plan ahead for their final hours. The Holmeses plant a garden that they will never see; Moira takes classes in typing and shorthand; scientist John Osborne and others organize a dangerous motor race that results in the violent deaths of several participants. In the end, Captain Towers chooses not to remain with Moira but rather to lead his crew on a final mission to scuttle their submarine beyond the twelve-mile (22 km) limit, so that she will not rattle about, unsecured, in a foreign port, refusing to allow his coming demise to turn him aside from his duty and acting as a pillar of strength to his crew.

Typically for a Shute novel, the characters avoid the expression of intense emotions and do not mope or indulge in self-pity. They do not, for the most part, flee southward as refugees but rather accept their fate once the lethal radiation levels reach the latitudes at which they live. Finally, most of the Australians do opt for the government-promoted alternative of suicide when the symptoms of radiation-sickness appear.”
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"On The Beach", full movie.
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"The Last Places Standing When The Sky Turns To Ash: What They Don’t Want You To Know About Surviving The End"

"The Last Places Standing When The Sky Turns To Ash: 
What They Don’t Want You To Know About Surviving The End"
by Madge Waggy

Excerpt: “We are standing at the precipice of something we cannot comprehend, and the silence from those who know is deafening. The mechanisms are already in motion, the chess pieces positioned with mathematical precision while the world sleeps. I have seen the projections. I have read the classified briefings that never reached your evening news. What comes next will not be war as your grandparents understood it - it will be something that rewrites the very definition of survival. The question is no longer if, but when. And when it happens, the concept of ‘safe’ will become the most precious commodity on Earth.” - Dr. Elias Vance, Former Strategic Analyst, NATO Defense College

The Last Sanctuaries Where Humanity Might Endure When the World Ends: The clock isn’t just ticking anymore - it’s screaming. You feel it in your bones when you wake up at 3 AM, drenched in sweat, the residue of dreams you can’t quite remember but know involved running, always running. You see it in the way world leaders speak in coded language now, how the word “tactical” has replaced “nuclear” in press conferences, how the maps on television show arrows pointing toward borders that didn’t matter yesterday but suddenly matter more than your next breath. The architecture of global stability is cracking in places the architects never anticipated, and the rest of us are living in a house whose foundation has already turned to dust - we just haven’t felt the collapse yet.

But some of us are paying attention. Some of us have been watching the patterns long enough to recognize that history doesn’t repeat, as the cliché goes, but it rhymes with terrifying precision. The 1910s had their assassination in Sarajevo. The 2020s have their powder kegs scattered across multiple continents, each one guarded by fingers hovering over buttons that could reduce civilization to radioactive ash and memory. And when - not if, but when - those fingers finally press down, the world you know will vanish not with a bang that you hear, but with a silence that swallows everything you’ve ever loved.

This isn’t fear-mongering. This isn’t conspiracy theory dressed in journalism’s clothing. This is the mathematics of survival in an era where we’ve built machines capable of ending all life while simultaneously convincing ourselves that nobody would ever be irrational enough to use them. It’s the same delusion that preceded every catastrophe in human history - the unshakeable belief that tomorrow will look like today, until suddenly it doesn’t.

So let’s speak plainly about what comes after. Not the immediate horror, the blinding light and the shockwave that turns cities into memories, but the long, dark aftermath where survival becomes the only morality left. Where do you go when the northern hemisphere becomes a graveyard of poisoned air and toxic rain? Where can you breathe when the jet stream carries death on its back, circling the globe like a vulture waiting for the last heartbeat? Where does humanity hide when the weapons we’ve spent eighty years perfecting finally sing their song of annihilation?

The answer lies in geography, in the accidents of tectonic plates and ocean currents that created pockets of isolation in a world that has otherwise grown terrifyingly small. These aren’t paradise destinations or luxury retreats - the rich have already bought their bunkers in New Zealand, carving out survivalist compounds that would make feudal lords jealous. No, these are places defined by their relationship to distance, by how far they sit from the crosshairs of nuclear targeting computers that don’t care about your dreams or your children’s names.

What follows is not a travel guide. It is a map of the possible, a cartography of the places where the human experiment might continue when the laboratories of civilization have burned down. Read it with the understanding that survival is never guaranteed, only slightly less impossible."
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'How It Really Is"

 

Jim Kunstler, "Everybody Knows"

"Everybody Knows"
by Jim Kunstler

“I underestimated how emotionally committed much of the press is to rallying
 around Anthony Fauci. His reputation is more important to them than anything...” 
- Matt Taibbi

"The baleful afterburn of Dr. Fauci’s one-sentence testimony (“On the advice of counsel, I respectfully decline to answer...”) seeps over the land like some ghastly pestilence now. You couldn’t have seen a more vivid demonstration of manifest evil than the master bureaucratic grifter formerly self-styled as “The Science” stonewall his way through that fateful reckoning in Sen. Rand Paul’s committee hearing last Wednesday.

The score so far: over a million dead in America from the Covid-19 virus that Dr. Fauci helped develop starting as far back as the 1990s, with Dr. Ralph Baric of the University of North Carolina. Tens of thousands left with serious, lasting injuries from the vaccines they promoted. The exact number of vaccine-connected deaths unknown because the public health agencies refused to report honestly on an operation that they caused to happen. There are whole legions of high officials and doctors behind Dr. Fauci now desperate to cover their asses.

Along with the mendacious news media. HHS Sec’y Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. happened to be on Dana Bash’s CNN Sunday morning program. By the way, Dana Bash used to be married to one Jeremy Bash, Chief-of-Staff to CIA-Director Leon Panetta under Barack Obama. CNN lied consistently to the American people during the years of the Covid emergency. You have to wonder if CNN takes direction from the CIA, or maybe rogue elements in (or retired from) the agency. Sunday, Dana Bash went on offense against RFK,Jr.

Didn’t work. RFK, Jr. kept his cool. The harshest thing he said to Bash through all her hectoring was “you were part of the problem,” a startling understatement. Ms. Bash otherwise only wrecked herself, over-speaking her guest at every opportunity, pettifogging, and filibustering. Everybody could see what she was up to. Imagine how desperate CNN was to think that Dana Bash could bluster her way over Mr. Kennedy. He helped her expose herself as a tool.

The news media has been a very active co-conspirator in the Covid operation. You’d think Senator Paul might want to subpoena some network executives from CNN, CBS, NBC, MSNOW (especially), plus Executive Editor Joe Kahn of The New York Times (and his predecessor during Covid, Dean Baquet) to find out why they reported so much pure falsehood around the so-called pandemic. How did they happen to become the propaganda department for the Democratic Party, and what was the party’s interest in the Covid operation? D’unh. . . .

Everybody knows. Even the super-hyped-up cat ladies, nose-rings, NPR stars, and moiling transsters of the lefty-left know. They have kin and friends who either died on respirators with IV lines of remdesivir in their arms, or were gifted by the vaxx shots with turbo-cancer or myocarditis or neuromuscular disease or immune system failure or some mystery illness. They have been harmed even more than those of us who declined to get vaxxed. Sooner or later, that’s got to mean something.

As for Dr. Fauci’s motive in this huge fiasco... it’s got to be clear both from the record of his career - nicely reported in RFK,Jr’s 2021 book "The Real Doctor Fauci" - and from the 1000-plus-page personal diary he recorded on the HHS computers, that Fauci was doggedly in pursuit of glory. Glory! And that his personal holy grail was to find a “universal vaccine” that could defeat any virus, so as to be acclaimed by all mankind! Glory! Glory! Glory! Given what is understood now about viruses and their interaction with vaccines - for instance, the flu vaccine which uniformly fails to adapt to annual virus mutations - that Dr. Fauci’s quest was quixotic, very basically foolish. All he ever produced, from the AZT wonder-drug for AIDS he developed back in 1986 (that probably killed as many people as died from the disease itself) to the Pfizer / Moderna mRNA shots for Covid in 2021... all that frantic, questing “science” just ended up killing and harming the credulous in large numbers. The buttoned-up little fellow appears to be guilty of mass-murder on an epic scale.

Of course, he is presumed to be protected by the autopen-signed peremptory pardon he received from minions of “Joe Biden.” Perhaps Dr. Fauci’s invoking the Fifth Amendment under those circumstances will prompt an overdue look at just how this autopen thing really worked. In any case, Dr. Fauci is liable to be voted in contempt of Congress this week for not answering any questions put to him. The connected legal procedure will keep Dr. Fauci’s misdeeds under public scrutiny for at least months to come.

It’s also a fact that the autopen pardon does not shield him from charges brought in state courts. The AGs of Florida, Louisiana, Alabama have declared investigations. Louisiana and Missouri have already made Dr. Fauci sit for depositions, and now they can compare his answers with the entries from his diary. It is obvious that on countless occasions and on many vital issues, Dr. Fauci told the public one thing while he believed (and recorded) the opposite in his diary.

One question that the public badly wants Secretary RFK,jr. to answer: how come you haven’t pulled the mRNA Covid vaccines altogether? They don’t work and they harm people. Why are they even still available? Would such a move amount to an admission that the whole emergency was a fake and a failure? And that the government’s own public health agencies are culpable? Would the survivors of the 268-million Americans who got the shots be a little pissed-off? What, then?"

John Wilder, "Fauci And The Big Lie"

"Fauci And The Big Lie"
by John Wilder

“Stop your squealing, you dunghill rat.” 
– "The Return of the King"

"I thought that I had done my last post on COVID. I really did. Then, that pisspot troll smugboi Fauci went before Congress and put on the most pathetic, weasel-like performance I’ve ever seen. As perhaps is his right, he pled the Fifth Amendment to avoid answering any question asked, including revealing such secrets as the color of the carpet or the color of his tie. Yes, it may be his right, but it does show the depth of his evil. Yes, evil.
In Russia it’s called corruption, but in the USA . . . we don’t talk about it. Viewed from 2026, the insanity of the Vaxx Offensive is even more absurd and insane. Of course, the GloboLeftElite did everything they could to fan the flames. The Covid War gave them two things that they desperately wanted: the ability to get rid of Trump by gaming the election, and ... power.

The GloboLeftElite love things like COVID or 9/11. It gives them the ability to control. They love that. What power did they want to show? All of it. They fired people who wouldn’t submit to the Vaxx. They restricted movement of people who didn’t take the Vaxx, and even arrested one woman who had used a fake Vaxx card to go to Hawaii. They arrested a man who was wakeboarding alone on the ocean. They made masks with holes in them so that kids in band could blow air into their instruments, since apparently a clarinet or piccolo will destroy any virus or bacteria.
Yes, they did this. Someone thought this was a good idea.

I didn’t take the Vaxx, and I’m glad. Two people I know took the Johnson&Johnson© Vaxx on the same day, and got matching heart attacks on the same month a little over a year later. They lived. Lots of people didn’t. In my mind, it wasn’t even a choice to take a Frankenvaxx© that hadn’t been tested. I didn’t try to convince my supervisor that I was right, I didn’t discuss my reasons, I didn’t argue, and I didn’t explain. My Boss: “Are you going to sign up to get the Vaxx, John?” Me: “No.” And that was it.

Parody, sure, but you know they feel that way. For older people with respiratory issues? It might have made sense to take the risk with the information available at the time. Now? No way. That Johnson&Johnson© Vaxx is now no longer available due to a “serious blood-clotting side effect”. But giving that to children? That’s criminal. People should be in jail.
But this is real. (as-found) Suppression of this very website started whenever I questioned the narrative on COVID or the Vaxx, making a joke about it on YouTube™ resulted in a channel strike, and it became a matter of faith that St. George Floyd would save us from the Trump Demon of COVID if only we would kneel and take the sacrament of the Vaxx. This was really a virtue-signaling cargo cult that had a belief in “sCIenCe” even when “sCieNCe” was clearly not being used, and was instead replaced by the same voodoo that gave us gender theory. My theory on why my site was attacked was that I had committed blasphemy in their eyes.
So, that white-haired weasel went before Congress and made me break my word and write one more COVID post. The reason for this post is simple: we can’t let this happen again. Beware whenever these weasels speak. Also, know that whenever they get a chance for control by using our fear, they will use it to remove our wealth and, more importantly, our freedoms. They will try this again. Remember: “No” is a complete sentence."

"Spokane Is On Fire! Hundreds Of Homes Have Burned Down As Massive Wildfires Rage All Over The Western U.S."

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"Spokane Is On Fire! Hundreds Of Homes Have Burned
Down As Massive Wildfires Rage All Over The Western U.S."
by Michael Snyder

"The map above is so crazy that I don’t even have the words to adequately describe it. It is a real map that comes from WatchDuty.org, and it shows wildfires that are actively burning in this country right now. As you can see, enormous wildfires are raging throughout the western third of the nation. A combination of intense heat, severe drought, high winds and neglected forests have created conditions that are unlike anything the region has ever seen before. Every day more homes are being lost, and the economic damage that we are witnessing is incalculable.

As I write this article, three large wildfires that have just erupted are causing immense damage in the Spokane area. According to the latest update, approximately 7,500 acres have burned, more than 600 structures have been destroyed, and all three fires are 0% contained… Several fires exploded in size across Spokane County on Saturday afternoon. A combination of three fires has burned about 7,500 acres, and all three are still 0% contained. California Interagency Incident Management Team 7 is assuming command of the Spokane Area Fires, which consist of the Autumn Lane Fire, Old Trails Fire and Fairview Fire. Fire authorities confirmed to KREM 2 that over 600 structures have been destroyed by the fires.

There was a mad scramble to evacuate on Saturday evening, and as a result there were huge traffic jams throughout the city. In some cases, those stuck in the traffic jams could literally see giant flames approaching in their rear view mirrors. Can you imagine being in that position? There were many that left with only the clothes on their backs. That is how fast this happened.

And when some of them finally return home, they will discover that they have lost everything. Of the 600 structures that have burned down, authorities cannot yet tell us how many of them were homes…Cossel said they couldn’t say how many of the structures burned were homes at this time. He added that it could take up to a week for crews to arrive and assess the exact number of how many homes lost.

The California Interagency Incident Management Team 7 said the Spokane Area Fires is the No.1 priority in the nation. Of course we know that many of the structures that burned down were homes, because we have seen footage of entire neighborhoods burning on the news… This is a major tragedy. One local resident described is as “a nuclear bomb going off in our neighborhoods”… “This is a nuclear bomb going off in our neighborhoods,” Spokane resident Brent Dallman told CNN affiliate KHQ. “This is condensed into where it’s demographically a lot of people, so it’s really tragic.” But big corporate news outlets in New York City and Washington D.C. are not giving this disaster much coverage at all. So many in the eastern half of the nation don’t even know what is going on.

Washington Governor Bob Ferguson has officially declared a state of emergency. According to his office, more than 200,000 acres are currently burning across the state… “Our record-setting drought and high winds are creating dangerous conditions across the state,” Governor Ferguson said. “I am declaring an emergency to help prevent loss of life and property damage. I encourage all Washingtonians to do their part to protect our state during these extreme conditions.”

“This year has already been one of our busiest wildfire years on record, and we just started August,” said Commissioner of Public Lands Dave Upthegrove. “Our firefighters are already stretched thin across the state, and with more heat and wind expected this weekend and for the rest of the summer, any new spark on our tinder dry landscapes can lead to another devastating wildfire. I’m urging all Washingtonians to not be that spark.”

Washington is in the midst of a record-setting fourth consecutive statewide drought. More than 1,000 fires have burned approximately 425,000 acres - the most acres burned since 2021, according to the Department of Natural Resources. Currently, more than 200,000 acres are burning in 12 large fires. The month of August is just beginning, and there is no rain in sight. Hopefully some precipitation will come along soon.

Interestingly, one of the fires that has erupted in Spokane just happens to be “ground zero” for a massive data center that had been put on hold due to “local pushback”
The fires have continued to spread even as I have been writing this article. Now the total number of acres that have been burned in the Spokane area has surpassed the 8,000 mark. Those that have already evacuated probably won’t be able to return to their homes for an extended period of time.

Meanwhile, the Super El Niño of 2026 is bringing more intense heat to the western half of the country. For the next few days, yet another historic heat dome will be absolutely baking many of our most prominent western cities…Records at risk: Dozens of record highs are likely to be set this weekend from California to Montana, and it is possible that a few monthly records could be tied or broken as well.

Searing highs: Triple-digit heat stretches from Las Vegas to Montana, with cooler pockets in between. Forecast high temperatures Sunday could reach 114 degrees in Phoenix and Las Vegas, and the low-to-mid-90s in downtown Los Angeles. These numbers are down only slightly from Saturday.

Public health threat: The NWS warns of “major” or “extreme” heat risks across much of the region, indicating a widespread threat to public health from heat exposure. “Major” heat risk is not only centered on the Southwest, but will also stretch from Denver to North Dakota. In Los Angeles, which is under an extreme heat warning, cooling centers are open this weekend through Sunday, though above-average temperatures are forecast to extend into next week. Other major cities like Las Vegas and Phoenix have also opened various cooling stations.

“Critical” fire danger in Northwest: Elevated fire risk is predicted from eastern Washington southward into Oregon and Nevada, on eastward all the way to the Dakotas. “Critical” fire weather risk - a level 2 out of 3 - is projected for much of Montana and parts of Idaho and Wyoming.

For years, I have been warning about the epic multi-year drought that the western half of the country has been experiencing. At first, a lot of people out there didn’t think that it was that big of a deal. But now the consequences are becoming exceedingly clear. What we are facing is not even close to normal, and it is time for America to wake up."

Adventures With Danno, "Walmart Shopping Food Pantry Items"

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Adventures With Danno, 8/3/26
"Walmart Shopping Food Pantry Items"
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"Americans Are Waking Up to What’s Really Happening to This Country"

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The Unfolded States, 8/3/26
"Americans Are Waking Up to 
What’s Really Happening to This Country"
"The future of America is becoming a growing concern as everyday life changes in ways many people can no longer ignore. Behind the viral warnings are real pressures affecting jobs, household budgets, privacy, food security, and trust in public institutions. This video examines why official economic statistics can feel disconnected from daily experience. We follow the stories of a qualified applicant struggling to secure an interview, a seventy-eight-year-old retiree choosing between groceries and medication, and families facing rising housing costs. National data helps explain how the cost of living crisis, a cooling job market, Social Security benefits, and food insecurity are affecting different groups across the country. We also investigate AI job displacement, data center energy demand, and smart home privacy concerns involving connected televisions and voice assistants. Some online claims are supported by evidence, while others exaggerate food technology, government fraud, imported vehicles, or credit card debt. By separating personal testimony from verified information, the video shows which warning signs matter, which claims need correction, and what Americans should monitor next."
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