Moveable Feast Cafe 2017/12/16 … Open Thread

Calif. Man Claims ‘Russian Mind Control’ Made Him Commit Murder

https://sputniknews.com/us/201712161060054408-us-california-man-murder-russian-mind/

“A man who murdered his own mother with a knife claims he was under the influence of ‘Russian mind control’ at the time he committed the atrocity, a case highlighting the negative consequences of the mainstream media ‘blame it on Russia’ witch-hunt to mental health and public safety.”

It was only a matter of time…

Does anyone know what is with Dennis Leary ? I still hope that I’m not the only one who makes worries about him, he is one of our old comrades and friend here, we are all friends even if we don’t agree with everything. I do miss a lot of people mentioning their names many times. We’re talking about world-afairs and a lot of other things but we still forget our own friends. Are we better than the world we want to change ? Every change begins from within, does it not, what are we expecting then ?

Beautiful Kamchatka, drone footage (with good music)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl4lRGdVUz4

I haven’t posted in a while; I’m sorry about that, but I’ve been really busy and, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you all anymore.
So, this following is an excerpt from a story I’ve been working on. Maybe someone will find it useful, but I should say that the story and the characters in it are fiction.

Marina had been down for a few days, so down that she shut herself inside her apartment for two of them. I was fearing the worst, that she was having a relapse of the delusion to kill herself, and I didn’t want to go through that again, so I used my copy of her key and let myself in, something that under normal circumstances, I would never even think of doing. I found her in her room, under the covers in bed. She was sound asleep and didn’t hear me enter.
So, I sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. She awakened, looked up at me and smiled. “Hello darling,” she said with a raspy, sleepy voice. Then she cleared her throat and started to sit up. I motioned for her to lay still and said, “You don’t have to get up; I just had to check on you.”
“I’m OK, silly man. What were you worried about?” She asked me.
“You.”
“Me? Why me?”
“’cause I haven’t seen you in two days, that’s why.” I squeezed her hand and I continued saying, “It’s not like you to do this.”
She nodded and said, “I’ve been feeling very tired, stressed out, you know? My work is starting to get to me, and there’s a lot of shit going on.”
“Like?”
“Like the kind of stuff I can’t tell you.” She looked down, away from my eyes to our hands clasped together and she squeezed back. “So, I’ve been getting some rest. I was feeling kind of dizzy day before yesterday, and then I realized I hadn’t been to bed in more than 24 hours.”
“That’s not fair, Marina,” I told her, “You have to at least give me a clue.”
She looked at me, almost a piercing stare, and then gave me a half-smile, “Alright,” she said, “I’m finding out that those missing kids, the ones I was tracking, that is just the tip of the iceberg which is so huge that you wouldn’t believe me even if I did tell you.”
“Really? What if I did believe you?” I asked.
She shrugged and said, “Well, it’s like this story I read one time about some Russian fur trappers who were hunting seals in the ocean off the coast of what would become the Alaska territory. An Orca overturned their boat, and luckily, they were passing close by to a big ice floe. So they thought if they could get to it, they could climb on and not drown, or get eaten. No sooner did they climb onto this iceberg, but their weight, there were 8 of them, was enough to unbalance it, and it flipped over, killing all but two of them. That’s why I don’t want to tell you. You can’t really tell how it’s shaped under water.”
“Sounds like you’re in some pretty serious shit.”
Marina just nodded, but she didn’t say anything. She just gazed at me lovingly. And then she let go of my hand and folded the covers back. She was still dressed in her street clothes. She got up, and walked to her bathroom. I heard the water in the sink running, and then I asked her, “Is it time to go to the police?” A moment later, the water stopped running and she put her head out of the door and she said, “I need a shower.” It seemed to me from that, that Marina had closed the door on me both figuratively and physically. I left and went back across the hall to my apartment. Forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
She breezed in, hair still damp in places, and she was wearing fresh clothes. “Let’s go down to the park,” she suggested. I closed my laptop and looked at her. She was always so out of the blue like that, and she expected me to just drop everything and take her up on whatever she suggested we do, which kind of made her suggestions seem more like commands. But, I usually indulged her, just to see what surprises she had in store for me if I went along with her. I still do, to this day, and usually, I’m glad I do. In this case, I suspected that there were some things she wanted to tell me, but what I didn’t understand was, if there was something, then why didn’t she just sit down and talk? She never did explain herself, and she probably didn’t think she had to. She had her reasons, whatever they were.
Down at the park, part of it fronted on the bay, and there was a breakwater or a jetty there that people could walk out on. In the summer, it was a nice place to just hang out or fish, but it wasn’t summer, and there was a cold breeze coming in off the water. Marina put her arm through mine and led me out there; we were alone, the only two people out there and then she told me some things that had been happening.
“The day before yesterday, I was looking for this guy; I wanted to ask him some questions because I heard he was pretty well connected in the underworld and knew a ton of people. Maybe he had heard some things…or maybe…he had SEEN some things. I never did catch up with him, and I looked all over the place for him. But while I was going from place to place, I noticed there was someone following me. I turned around one time, and she turned suddenly, and went into a restroom, so I decided I would go in there and confront her about dogging my heels all afternoon.
When I went in there, she grabbed me and pushed me into one of the stalls. That by itself wasn’t what scared me. What scared me was she was about my size, but a hell of a lot stronger than she looked! So, we’re in that stall together and she locks the door. And then she whispers, “Bitch, you are in way over your head, but I like your spirit! You might think you’re working on a little news story that maybe some people might read, but this is way bigger than a 800 word column.”
“I didn’t know what to think! I just figured she was threatening me, trying to warn me off, and I wondered who she was working for. My guess was she was working for THEM, the people who were doing the human trafficking I suspected was going on. But I was fucking wrong about that. She wasn’t working for them, she was trying to expose them.”
“How did you know she was doing that?” I asked her.
“Because she told me about how her team…she was part of some team, I don’t know if it was police, or feds or what, but her team was trying to set them up and expose them. Then she started giving me some information about it, and she said she wanted me to get it published.”
“Hmm…why didn’t she go to the police herself?”
“Because the police are corrupt and they are in on it, that’s why.”
“Oh, so she’s some kind of vigilante, or a conspiracy theorist?” I asked sarcastically.”
Marina just shook her head, “No, I think I believe her. I checked her facts out. She’s right. But if I publish that, I am going up against formidable enemies.”
“So this is what has been troubling you?”
“Yes. I have enough information to get me killed.”
“But why would she want you to publish it? Why drag you into it?”
“Because she said that it would do two things. First, it would put them under the spotlight and make them react so that they could be dealt with, and secondly, it would put them on notice that they were being watched.”
“Watched? By who?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s a fed.”
“If she isn’t, then why would they worry about her, or her team?”
Marina shrugged, and she looked out over the water for a moment. “I don’t know, Lenny, but I have a very creepy feeling about it.”
I took her shoulders and turned her toward me, “Creepy? What are you getting at?”
“I don’t know, Lenny, I just don’t know! And you’re going to think I’ve lost my mind, but dammit, I don’t think that she was human!”
“Oh my God! What in the world are you talking about?”
It must have been the tone in my voice when I said that. She looked at me with hurt betrayal in her expression, “You don’t believe me then! I knew you wouldn’t, but you wanted to know.”
“I didn’t say that, Marina…”
“No, but you implied it with that…that…sarcastic remark!”
“Well, how can you expect me to believe it?”
“How can you expect me to believe it,” she mimicked me, “You weren’t there, you didn’t look into her face and see that something wasn’t quite right!”
“Something? What something?” I demanded.
“It was too perfect. She was beautiful, but flawless…and her eyes seemed to be a little too big for her face- Bambi eyes. And then there was the way she was able to manhandle me like a rag-doll.”
“Maybe she knows martial arts?” I said lamely.
“Martial arts? No. It was more than just that!”
“Or maybe she was really an android.” I was reaching with that, and Marina didn’t appreciate it.
“No! She wasn’t an ‘android!’ Jeez-Louise!”
“Alright – I’m sorry!” I said, “So, what did she tell you?”
Marina went quiet again, and she looked away. Then she spoke in a quietly serious voice, “I was only chasing after the random missing person here and there. She told me that they had been shipping people out by the truck load, every day. Just in New York. They’re doing this in every major city in this country. Thousands, millions even, every year. She was right about one thing, I’m in way over my head.”
And then I asked her the question which I wasn’t prepared for the answer. I asked her, “Shipping them out? To where?”
Marina turned her head and looked deeply into my eyes, “Off the planet.” she said evenly. I saw spots, and my knees felt weak. I had to hang onto the railing to keep from falling down.

Marina knew the ultimate resolution of the human trafficking question, but there was plenty she didn’t know and resolving that became like an obsession to her. Sometimes I had to take her hands to make her stop, and then I would take her in my arms. One of the things I would whisper to her (I became like a “Marina-whisperer”) “You’re going to destroy the one I love if you don’t stop pulling these all-nighters.” And then she would relax and lean against me and silently nod her head. Anyway, she was finding out how the trafficking was part of nearly everything going on, in government, in commerce, and it was so corrupting and so deadly for everyone it touched. It was part of a religion, it was intimately related to Satanism, and the cut that demanded from those who were engaged in the abductions and transportation of human captives was enough living humans to use in Satanic ritual sacrifices.
And she started making friends, many friends who also were working on the problem. She started leaving the Goth community behind, and those friends didn’t like it that much. They don’t like it when one of their own leaves the reservation, and some of them did really creepy things to her, like stalking her and sending her cryptic messages. Goth isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s a religion of sorts and loosing interest in it is considered to be a form of heresy. I can imagine, just from the way I know Marina, that she had made quite an impression on them. I don’t want to say that Goths in general are without any redeeming qualities, but so many of them can’t be trusted. While Marina was circulating among them, they found that even though she was as tough as nails, it was her word that could always be trusted because she said what she meant, and did what she said. That alone made men, and women too, but men especially, love her and revere her like she was a high priestess or something. And so because of the way they felt about her, they had a really difficult time with her decision to back away, once she found out that the human trafficking, the child sex-slave trafficking, went across the board,of human society, not just among the Goth community and if Marina was going to find the answers to her questions, she would have to start looking outside the Goths circles, into the society at large. And that meant that she had to leave her persona behind because beyond the Goth enclave, she would be considered too weird to be taken seriously. Another thing happened when Marina did that, and that was, from a vantage point outside of what she had become accustomed to, she could look back and see how utterly ridiculous they were. She told me one time, concerning this aspect of the changes she was going through that she was beginning to see how her world, that is, our whole world and all the people in it, was at war, and it was a desperate fight that we were losing badly because so many people were so deeply brainwashed and ignorant that they couldn’t even see it. She told me that the process of finding this out was called being “red-pilled”. However, this is not to say that could never change because at that time in our lives, it was changing- radically and quickly. The reasons this was taking place were two main ones: first, the evil corruption was coming out, into the open and blatantly revealing itself, in our faces, and secondly because there was a movement of the spirit that was affecting people, awakening the sense in them that there was something wrong, something so badly wrong that people had to find out what it was, and then, what to do to fight against it.
Not everyone is called to stand on the wall, so to speak, and defend the ramparts, but all are called to raise their consciousness, and recall who it is that we in fact are. The rise in consciousness was sweeping the population like a wave, and as it did so, the power of evil began to crumble. That was the one key ingredient that was needed to defeat them, because without it, we were like sitting ducks, completely vulnerable to the predations of those who followed the New World Order religion.
end the excerpt.

I would like opinions on what is going on with this story about VV P’s thanking Trump for tipping off the authorities on imminent terror attacks.
https://www.rt.com/usa/413471-trump-russia-foil-terror/
So many possible scenarios:
-Face value interpretation that the cia alerted Russian authorities
-Cia turn3ed in some of their assets as a misleading gesture of good faith
-Cia was monitored by Russian authorities who discovered the plot; VVP’s thanking Trump sort of a sarcastic remark.

from the front lines of the class war in N. California: the so-called “working poor” can not afford rents so the live on the streets or they take in more room mates than the lease allows for or they downsize to RV’s.

Hepatitis in the cities—already due to city governments paying more for immigrant rights than for public health concerns of its citizens, there are outbeaks of very preventable diseases. Already as I walked downtown in Sacramento near pricey “millennial” development sites, there were piles of human feces around the freshly dug construction pits. It is just a matter of time.

http://www.eastbaytimes.com/2017/12/17/cities-face-growing-crisis-as-rvs-become-homes-of-last-resort/

These are our people who need our help.

Here is the most hated song for those of the NWO:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCnEAH5wCzo