Control: It's All About Control
BlackRock Has Total Control of Meat & Pharma Industries
BlackRock, the world’s largest asset manager, exerts unprecedented control over the U.S. meat industry through its ownership stakes in all four major meat packers — Tyson Foods, Cargill, JBS, and National Beef — creating a virtual monopoly that distorts prices and harms stakeholders across the supply chain. As revealed by Robert F. Kennedy Jr., this dominance allows BlackRock to keep retail meat prices artificially high for consumers while suppressing payments to ranchers for their cattle, squeezing farmers’ profit margins to near zero and driving many out of business. The U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) allegedly facilitates this stranglehold by mandating that ranchers process through these centralized facilities, effectively eliminating local slaughterhouses and concentrating power in BlackRock’s hands. This setup not only inflates beef costs amid ongoing inflation but also undermines food sovereignty, with RFK Jr. labeling it a “crime against humanity” tied to broader depopulation agendas that prioritize processed, unhealthy foods over nutritious, locally sourced alternatives.
In the pharmaceutical sector, BlackRock’s influence is equally pervasive, as it holds significant ownership in virtually all major drug companies, enabling cartel-like coordination that stifles competition and prioritizes profits over public health. RFK Jr. highlights how this ownership structure allows BlackRock to orchestrate pricing and regulatory capture, with the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) complicit in promoting vaccine programs and other interventions that conflict with genuine wellness initiatives like access to healthy food. By controlling the pharma pipeline — from research funding to market approvals — BlackRock can suppress alternative treatments and enforce monopolistic practices, exacerbating chronic disease epidemics while shielding itself from antitrust scrutiny. This dual grip on meat and pharma, RFK Jr. argues, forms part of a larger “Great Reset” strategy to centralize control over essential human needs, urging the invocation of Sherman Antitrust laws to dismantle these empires and restore market fairness.
Campbell’s Chicken Soup — From a 3D Printer
In a stunning display of corporate arrogance, Campbell’s Soup executive Martin Bally was caught on a leaked November 2024 recording brutally dismissing the company’s flagship products as “shit for fucking poor people,” revealing a toxic internal culture that views low-income consumers as disposable cash cows for subpar slop. During a salary discussion with employee Robert Garza at a Detroit restaurant, Bally not only trashed the iconic red-and-white canned soups — admitting he barely buys them anymore because “it’s not healthy now that I know what the fuck’s in it” — but also sneered at the idea of consuming “a piece of chicken that came from a 3D printer.” This bombshell exposes the grotesque underbelly of Big Food, where executives peddle genetically modified, potentially lab-grown concoctions laced with canola, corn syrup, and mystery meats to the very families scraping by on food stamps, all while denying any use of bioengineered ingredients despite mounting evidence of industry-wide shifts toward bioreactor sludge. Campbell’s frantic denial — that they use only “100% real chicken” from USDA-approved sources — rings hollow amid Bally’s profane tirade, which also included racist jabs at Indian colleagues, painting a picture of a boardroom elite laughing all the way to the bank at the expense of America’s working poor.
The fallout from this recording travesty has ignited a firestorm, culminating in Garza’s January 2025 lawsuit against Campbell’s for racial discrimination and wrongful termination after he reported the incident to protect his coworkers — only to be axed 20 days later despite a flawless record. This isn’t just one exec’s bad day; it’s a microcosm of how conglomerates like Campbell’s, entangled in a web of regulatory capture and profit-driven innovation, are force-feeding unnatural frankenfoods to the masses while insulating themselves from accountability. Lab-grown meat, hailed by some as a panacea for antibiotic overuse and zoonotic pandemics, emerges here as a dystopian nightmare when executives treat it as “poor people’s poison” unfit for their own palates, eroding trust in an already tainted supply chain and fueling calls for boycotts, antitrust probes, and a return to local, wholesome farming. As Garza’s attorney demands justice under Michigan law, this scandal serves as a clarion call: the food industry’s war on the vulnerable must end, lest we all choke on the soulless broth of corporate greed.
Pres. George HW Bush ‘Knew’ of 1964 Alien Contact
In a bombshell revelation that shatters decades of government stonewalling, the newly released documentary “The Age of Disclosure,” directed by Dan Farah and streaming on Amazon Prime since November 2025, alleges that former President George H.W. Bush possessed intimate knowledge of a historic 1964 alien-human encounter at Holloman Air Force Base in New Mexico’s Otero County. Drawing on explosive testimony from astrophysicist Eric Davis — a key scientific advisor to the Pentagon’s Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program — the film recounts a chilling face-to-face meeting where three unidentified spacecraft descended onto the base tarmac, one disgorging a non-human entity that communicated directly with stunned Air Force officers and CIA operatives. Bush, leveraging his background as a World War II naval aviator and CIA director, was reportedly briefed on this extraterrestrial rendezvous years after leaving the White House, only to be curtly informed that, despite his elite status, he lacked the “need-to-know” for deeper classified details. This narrative reframes the long-dismissed Socorro UFO sighting of April 1964 — where rancher Lonnie Zamora witnessed a glowing craft and occupants — as mere prelude to a full-blown interstellar handshake hidden in plain sight, fueling speculation that Holloman served as ground zero for humanity’s covert first contact.
The documentary’s gravity intensifies through Davis’s firsthand account of private 2003 conversations with Bush, where the elder statesman candidly verified the incident’s authenticity, describing the spacecraft’s approach and the entity’s eerie interaction with military personnel in vivid, unfiltered terms that left Davis reeling. Echoing broader whistleblower claims, the film ties this to a shadowy “Legacy Program” — a top-secret UFO retrieval operation allegedly spanning administrations — and even nods to a 1988 Russian crash site yielding tic-tac-shaped wreckage and alien cadavers, underscoring a global veil of secrecy. As calls for full disclosure mount under the late Sen. Harry Reid’s congressional legacy, “The Age of Disclosure” doesn’t just unearth dusty files; it indicts an enduring cabal of denial, warning that humanity’s cosmic isolation may be the ultimate national security hoax, with Bush’s guarded admissions as the smoking gun piercing the fog of official obfuscation.
Chemtrails Are No Longer A Conspiracy Theory
In a seismic shift that obliterates the gaslighting veil of denial, geoengineering has burst from the shadows of “conspiracy theory” into the glaring light of institutional endorsement, with Amazon Prime now streaming documentaries that lay bare humanity’s audacious tampering with the skies. No longer the ravings of tinfoil-hatted whistleblowers, these revelations expose active weather modification programs — cloud seeding operations run by brazen companies across multiple U.S. states — that deliberately seed storms and manipulate precipitation patterns, as confessed by a Kerr County CEO who, in the wake of catastrophic flooding, smugly assured the public his atmospheric meddling wasn’t to blame for the deluge. Universities, those ivory-towered temples of “science,” now churn out research papers greenlighting solar radiation management and stratospheric aerosol injection — euphemisms for chemtrail spraying that disperses aluminum, barium, and strontium particulates to reflect sunlight and “cool” the planet, all while poisoning soils, waters, and lungs below. Government agencies, once scoffing at the very notion, now nod along in official reports, admitting these interventions blur the line between natural chaos and engineered Armageddon, proving the chemtrail grid etched across our horizons isn’t optical illusion but a calculated assault on the biosphere.
This isn’t speculative fiction; it’s the smoking gun of a rogue elite’s war on weather sovereignty, where the same architects of endless wars now wage atmospheric ones, with zero accountability for the fallout — erratic hurricanes, persistent droughts, and a chemtrail haze that mocks the sun. The Kerr County incident isn’t isolated; it’s the tip of a global iceberg, with patents for HAARP-like ionospheric heaters and aerosol dispersal systems dating back decades, now validated by the very media and academia that once branded truth-tellers as lunatics. As documentaries flood streaming services and weather mod firms advertise their “services” like pest control for clouds, the proof is irrefutable: geoengineering and chemtrails are not hypotheticals but operational realities, a Frankenstein’s folly unleashing unintended cataclysms while the perpetrators hide behind “climate emergency” fig leaves, demanding we surrender our skies to their toxic alchemy.
What If Something Goes Wrong (as it usually does)?
In a brazen gambit against the ticking climate doomsday clock, Israeli-U.S. startup Stardust Solutions is hurtling toward deployment of solar geoengineering’s most audacious weapon: stratospheric aerosol injection, where fleets of planes would spew reflective particles into the upper atmosphere to mimic volcanic eruptions and blot out sunlight, potentially slashing global temperatures by a degree or more at a bargain-basement $20 billion annually. Founded by nuclear physicist Yanai Yedvab and backed by a $75 million war chest from Silicon Valley titans, Italian industrial scions, and even former Canadian PM Stephen Harper’s venture firm, Stardust envisions scaling from low-altitude tests in 2025 to full global rollout by 2035, pitching itself as the “enabler” for governments desperate to avert catastrophe amid soaring emissions. Enter Janos Pasztor, the grizzled U.N. climate veteran who helped birth the Kyoto Protocol, now moonlighting as Stardust’s governance guru in 2024, penning a stark report urging a public moratorium on deployment until ironclad international rules emerge — rules that don’t yet exist in the regulatory Wild West of the U.S. and Israel, where no binding laws curb these sky-high experiments. Pasztor, haunted by Paris Agreement betrayals, warns it’s a “moral imperative” to probe this tech if warming spirals, yet his advisory stint underscores the peril: private profiteers racing ahead of toothless oversight, with Stardust’s secretive NDAs and hidden investor lists fueling cries of elite hubris in a world already scorched by wildfires and floods.
But what if this celestial meddling spirals into apocalypse? Models scream of “termination shock” — abruptly halting the aerosol veil could unleash runaway warming twice as fierce, supercharging hurricanes in the North Atlantic, parching sub-Saharan farmlands into dust bowls, and drowning Mediterranean winters in unrelenting drought, all while ignoring ocean acidification’s silent killer of marine life. Geopolitical powder kegs ignite too: imagine China or Russia accusing the U.S. of weaponized weather amid engineered monsoons gone awry, sparking disinformation wars or outright extortion as Stardust’s for-profit monopoly dangles planetary thermostats like a billionaire’s remote control. Critics like glaciologist Martin Siegert decry it as “profound interference” severing the sacred carbon-temperature bond, potentially lulling polluters into complacency while toxifying the ozone and poisoning soils with fallout — a Frankenstein fix birthing unintended monstrosities, from pestilence blooms to food chain collapses, that no U.N. treaty can unring. Pasztor himself frets over ethical abysses: “Do we have the right to do this?” — a question echoing as 600 scientists demand a global non-use pact, lest this desperate sunshade becomes humanity’s fatal overreach, trading one extinction event for a man-made Ragnarok.
Liberal Judge Overturns Conviction of Somali For Theft
In a jaw-dropping affront to justice and the American taxpayer, Hennepin County Judge Sarah West — a liberal darling with a history as a public defender and corporate transaction manager — has brazenly overturned a jury’s swift guilty verdict against Somali immigrant Abdifatah Yusuf, who was convicted of masterminding a $7.2 million Medicaid fraud scam that siphoned desperately needed funds from vulnerable healthcare recipients. Yusuf, operating his sham company Promise Health out of a mere mailbox, allegedly billed the state for phantom services, inflated charges for nonexistent care, forged documents, and doled out kickbacks to accomplices, all while funneling the ill-gotten gains into luxury cars and designer threads for himself and his wife, Lul Ahmed. This wasn’t some petty theft; it was a calculated plunder of resources meant for the poor and disabled, part of a broader wave of Somali-led fraud rings in Minnesota that have hemorrhaged hundreds of millions — potentially even bankrolling terror groups like al-Shabaab. Yet West, in a ruling that reeks of activist overreach, dismissed the overwhelming evidence as insufficient for conviction, leaving jurors stunned and muttering about “obvious guilt” they witnessed firsthand. Minnesota Attorney General Keith Ellison, no conservative himself, slammed the scheme as “shameful and disgraceful,” but his words ring hollow against a judiciary that seems to prioritize ethnic sympathy over accountability.
This travesty isn’t just a miscarriage of law; it’s a blatant erosion of public trust in a system already buckling under progressive pieties that equate enforcement with bigotry. By issuing a judgment of acquittal post-verdict, West didn’t merely second-guess 12 everyday Minnesotans who deliberated for mere hours — she potentially torched dozens of similar convictions in the state’s exploding Medicaid fraud epidemic, handing fraudsters a get-out-of-jail-free card stamped with DEI delusions. Critics howl that her decision smacks of the same soft-on-crime lunacy that turned sanctuary cities into crime havens, where immigrant perps get slaps on the wrist while victims foot the bill for endless appeals and restitution shortfalls. As Yusuf struts free, taxpayers are left holding the bag for his opulent lifestyle, a bitter reminder that when “equity” trumps evidence, it’s hardworking folks — not elite judges — who pay the ultimate price in stolen services and shattered faith in the rule of law.
Speaking Of Leftard Minnesota:
In what can only be described as peak bureaucratic clown-world idiocy, the City of Minneapolis just dropped an official taxpayer-funded PSA written in a mangled, guttural dialect that sounds like Jabba the Hutt gargling marbles after a three-day bender on Tatooine. Instead of plain English — or even standard Somali — the city proudly unleashed a wall of text in the ultra-obscure Maay Maay dialect, spoken by a tiny minority clan within the Somali migrant community, rendering the message completely incomprehensible to 99.9% of actual Minnesotans, including most other Somalis who speak the standard Maxaa Tiri dialect. It’s as if the Empire decided the best way to warn moisture farmers about sandcrawler theft was to broadcast the announcement in Huttese — complete with the same rolling, phlegmy consonants and alien syntax — while smugly patting itself on the back for “inclusivity.” The result is a grotesque, galaxy-brained word salad that looks and sounds like it was translated by a drunk Jawas, proving once again that Minneapolis city hall is now officially operating in a parallel universe where basic communication is racist.
This isn’t just tone-deaf; it’s a deliberate middle finger to every English-speaking taxpayer forced to bankroll this Star Wars cantina fever dream. While hundreds of millions in Medicaid cash vanishes into clan fraud networks, the city’s response is to release a public-safety announcement that might as well be subtitled “Bo shukaansi waa la iska ilaaliyaa” delivered in the exact cadence of Jabba demanding tribute from Han Solo. It’s the linguistic equivalent of replacing the American flag with a Sarlacc tentacles — alien, hostile, and proudly unintelligible — while the same bureaucrats lecture the rest of us about “cultural sensitivity.” If George Lucas ever needs inspiration for the most incompetent Imperial propaganda office in the Outer Rim, he need only look at Minneapolis City Hall, where speaking like a Hutt crime lord is now official policy and clarity is the real enemy of the state.
Take This Pill & Live To Be 150 — Trust Us
In a brazen leap toward transhumanist utopia — or dystopia — a Chinese biotech firm has unveiled what it boldly dubs the “Elixir of Eternal Youth,” a daily pill purportedly engineered to catapult human lifespan beyond 150 years by reprogramming cellular aging at its core. According to whispers from Beijing’s shadowy labs, the compound fuses CRISPR-edited senolytics with synthetic telomere extenders, zapping away zombie-like senescent cells that gum up our biological machinery while supercharging DNA repair to fend off the ravages of time. No more creaky joints or foggy minds; proponents envision a world where octogenarians crush marathons and great-grandparents code the next AI overlord, all for the low, low price of one capsule before breakfast. But this isn’t some sci-fi fever dream — it’s backed by preliminary rodent trials where lab mice scampered into their forties (equivalent to human 150+), their fur still glossy and whiskers twitching, as reported in a hushed November 2025 presser that sent Silicon Valley longevity bros into a frenzy of FOMO funding rounds. Yet, as with every immortality hack since Ponce de León’s swamp slog, the fine print lurks: side effects like turbocharged cancers or organ overload remain untested in Homo sapiens, turning this “miracle” into a high-stakes gamble where the house always wins with unintended mutations.
The implications ripple far beyond the pill bottle, slamming headfirst into the elite’s wet dream of godlike longevity while the plebs queue for Social Security scraps. Imagine Jeff Bezos or Xi Jinping popping these bad boys to lord over centuries of boardrooms and bunkers, their empires compounding interest on humanity’s soul-crushing debt, all while transhumanism’s cultish gospel preaches uploading consciousness to dodge the reaper altogether. Religious firebrands decry it as hubris incarnate, a Faustian bargain that mocks divine design and invites apocalyptic judgment — after all, if Methuselah’s 969 years were biblical hyperbole, why chase Satan’s counterfeit eternity? Critics, from Vatican ethicists to overpopulated doomsayers, warn of a stratified forever: the 1% ascending to near-immortal oligarchy, hoarding resources in fortified arcologies, while the masses grapple with a planet buckling under endless appetites. This Chinese elixir isn’t just a pill; it’s Pandora’s pharma, promising paradise but delivering a divided dystopia where 150 years might feel like an eternity in hell for everyone but the chosen few.
