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Some men are still brave, driven by a moral cause. We’ve destroyed the concept that men should and can be warriors—protectors of women and children. Because children, apparently, are the only group these days that do not need or deserve protection—quite the opposite, they are the gateway to every abuse and horrible violation imaginable. And biological women do not exist. If women do not exist, then children are not sacred because they have no divine origin—no sacred Mother. And if children are not sacred, they do not need to be protected. The idea that men can and should be emotionally and spiritually strong—for themselves and others—is now a sexist, “toxic” idea/trope. Being a strong man is “violent,” oppressive, rather than a divine masculine. Saying you are a biological woman is transphobic. Saying you believe we have a devastating pedophilic global economy is "right-wing.” Because, it turns out, the protection of children is not a question of basic humanity and morality, but a question of conspiracy and political opposition. (Sasha Stone: “They dare you to object so then they can call you a bigot.”)

Everyone has become a fragile little baby, except for babies. Adults act like lost children. Men are weak, women don’t exist. No one protects anyone.

As Celia Farber noted, before Q, “Julian Assange was the latest of a long line of heroic whistleblowers to reveal how very real the elite pedophilic, satanic/trafficking plague is…Post Q culture seems to hold that pedophilia plagues the Democrats more than the Republicans.

I don’t think that’s true.

Elite pedophiles can be any political color—it means very little. They can also be of any ostensible faith. All the better to increase incredulity. Many are Priests. Many are doctors—especially pediatric oncologists, (lots of time alone with kids in hospital and parents already worship them.) Many are coaches. (Making kids sports dreams come true. Lifting poor Americans out of poverty cycle by making their child a star, this way or that way.) I suggest watching this vanquished documentary, about the Franklin Scandal in Omaha, Nebraska, in the early 1990s.”

Farber is right. Look what happened to Assange, who is still in Belmarsh prison, barely alive. “Seven years ago,” writes Farber, Assange “published The Podesta Files. ‘Pizzagate’ was abundant proof of rampant sado-pedophilia reaching to the highest levels of political office, the ‘art’ world, and the media..” Shouldn’t Assange’s cruel and terminal imprisonment tell us that whatever he exposed is the darkest evil one can imagine and that evil can be sourced to people at the very top?

Assange is the canary in the coal mine.

At the beginning of his interview about the Franklin Scandal (see video below), journalist Nick Bryant, who exposed the Franklin child prostitution ring, says: “I kinda thought I knew how the world worked, but after I read that document, it just blew my mind. What have I missed? How is this even possible that the CIA goes to bat for some very strange people that are treating children nefariously?…All these kids need justice but that doesn’t seem to be a priority.”

Bryant tells us The Franklin pedophile/trafficking network was around for 12 years; the Epstein network was around for 25 years. But, as Bryant explains,: “If the dominoes had started to fall in Nebraska, they would have fallen all the way to Washington, D.C. So it had to be covered up at all costs.”

This what have I missed? moment is always the epiphany that (should) opens up the difficult path of exploration for any truth-seeking person.

I thought I knew how the world worked too. I wrote critically about the world in my essays and books. But until 3 years ago, it turns out I really didn’t know anything. Who could imagine such things?

In truth, what I didn’t know, I always felt and resisted. It’s why I always hated celebrity, Hollywood, fashion, the music scene, the club scene, the art scene, the literary scene, the film scene, academia, politics, fame, drugs, social media—all of it.

On a more personal note, I will say: I am faced with the same painful truth again and again: people will almost always tolerate and choose social approval, safety, and security over love and freedom. They will accept almost any betrayal, banality, misery, stagnation, unfulfillment, fakery, and injustice in order to avoid the critical thinking, outspokenness, and courage that leads to sacrificing one’s status quo for something/someone real—for something true (heaven on earth). No one has any guts anymore, not even when the choice is clear. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin.

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Charles Young, in Still Evil After All These Years, CounterPunch, 2012, on Bryant’s dedicated reporting and pursuit of the truth:

“The late 80s and 90s were rough years for people to make accusations of pedophilia. Media of the left and right alike were debunking an array of scandals involving nursery schools around the country (most notoriously the McMartin Preschool in California). The charges of child abuse were often bizarre as well as horrifying, and were ultimately dismissed in court as Salem witch trial hysteria and the accused exonerated. “False memory syndrome” entered the language as a new psychological disorder and proved useful for understanding odd claims of “recovered memory” in many areas.

…But in Omaha during the first Bush presidency, with the nursery school scandals losing credibility around the country, almost the entire Omaha establishment closed ranks to discredit the accusers. By establishment, I mean the Omaha Police Department, Nebraska State Police, FBI, local and state judiciary, local and state and national media. Against them stood a few teenagers, most of them with drug problems, long rap sheets and traumatized brains. Their allies were some foster care supervisors and parents, plus a divided investigative committee in the Nebraska legislature. Under phenomenal pressure, the teenagers either retracted their testimony of sexual abuse or were crushed in court and sentenced to years in prison for perjury. Key figures in the case ended up dead in numbers that would astound any actuary but apparently interested no one in Omaha law enforcement.

Many years after all this was seemingly resolved in court, my friend Nick decided in 2002 it was a story. I confess that I tried to discourage him. It wasn’t timely, I said. The pedophiles were still out there in the news today, he said. Nobody’s going to believe it, I said. But there’s been an injustice, he said. You’re going to end up dead in a motel room, I said. That’s not definite, he said.

Nobody accepted his proposals for a magazine article, so he started making trips to Nebraska on his own dime. Nobody accepted the complete magazine article he subsequently wrote. He decided to write a book and made more trips to Nebraska.

I told him that the best possible outcome would be that the book was completely ignored. Look what happened to Gary Webb, I said. The New York Times and Washington Post ran him out of journalism for exposing the CIA connection to cocaine smuggling. Webb committed suicide. There’s nothing a major newspaper hates more than a scoop, I said, unless it’s a scoop that exposes the major newspaper blew another story of grave importance. But the story is true, Nick said again, and the real villains are still out there.

Nobody in New York accepted Nick’s book proposal. He went to Nebraska yet more times to nail the reporting, hauled back mountains of evidence, tracked down many victims who had never spoken out before, and wrote the book, which pretty much wrecked him financially. The book, The Franklin Scandal: A Story of Powerbrokers, Child Abuse and Betrayal, came out in hardcover in 2009. It was published by a small house far from New York, Trine Day in Oregon. The paperback, slightly revised for greater readability, is coming out next month.

I should say here that I helped Nick with editing at various points, and he has done work for me in other contexts. And we are, as I say, friends. So I’m obviously not a disinterested party.

I should also say that I’ve looked at his evidence, listened to interviews, sorted through 200 receipts for planes chartered by Larry King with five-to-eight unnamed passengers, and I’ve read the book carefully. I can think of no innocent explanation for why King would be flying children, some of them spirited out of the Catholic orphanage Boys Town, around the United States, mostly to Washington. I’ve listened to Nick at great length on the phone about all of this as he was reporting. I have listened to him in the immediate aftermath of strange phone calls and death threats over the years.

This isn’t “conspiracy theory.” It’s one of the best investigative books I’ve ever read. If it’s true, then there are significant elements in America’s ruling class that are depraved beyond Caligula’s dreams. And I don’t see how it isn’t true.”

Celia Farber on Nick Bryant's Crusade To Expose Child Trafficking and Pedophilia:

“I listened to this interview with Nick Bryant, and learned a lot. He’s done tremendous work on trafficking/pedophilia networks in the US, documented in this 2009 book: The Franklin Scandal: A Story Of Powerbrokers, Child Abuse and Betrayal.

I don’t know who the interviewers are, or why they laugh so much, and make light of this very serious subject. But if you listen to it, you’ll get a walk though the highlights of The Franklin Scandal, as well as key elements of the Epstein saga, and, at the end, a synopsis of wild lies about Watergate (Bryant’s next book.)

My friend Kristina Borjesson has also interviewed Nick Bryant—one such interview here.

I’m at a loss over how to cover this topic. The best I can do is try to direct attention to people who know the subject inside and out, like Nick Bryant.

The media’s consistent, persistent snobbish trashing of anybody who investigates this, (over decades, now, from The Finders to The McMartin story, to the Franklin coverup) and their defamatory lies about the victims and survivors, lays bare something we rarely speak of: How the economic and social class schism between elites and the children of the poor, creates the perfect terrain for this tragedy.

Before Sound of Freedom came out, I was thinking more and more about poverty as the driver of virtually all sexual exploitation, and—I have to add—organ trafficking.

In late June, this story emerged of an 11 month old baby in Ukraine that was about to be sold for his organs—for an alleged sum of $25,000, when his mother managed to get him arrested (according to the story.)

Gays Against Groomers reports that North Carolina hospitals are performing gender “affirming” surgery on toddlers.

Here is a convicted child molester describing how he targeted and groomed kids who seemed poor, who had no father, or a single mother he could offer to “help.” It all happens around the breakdown of the family, and the decimation of working people’s ability to make a living and protect their kids.

Children from broken homes also have little self esteem, and are easily drawn to people who pay them attention or make them feel special.

Another trap is fame: Poor families who are told their son or daughter has star potential, and who dare not object when asked to leave the kids with the star-makers, who are actually traffickers. The moment any child, at least in this country, can talk, they’re brainwashed to think they should be stars.

Then there’s the rarely, if ever, discussed fact that writers and poets can openly brandish their predatory pedophilia, and still be revered, such as, for example, Ginsberg and Burroughs. Mickey Z. writes about this here: “No Child Was Safe Around Allen Ginsburg and William S. Burroughs.”

In this documentary, which I posted earlier today in a different post, an FBI agent who infiltrated NAMBLA for three years, says, around the 26 minute mark, that he never once encountered a child victim of a NAMBLA child predator who had a strong, loving father. Not once.

‘And one of the members told me,’ he says, chillingly: ‘You can never cure us. But you always tell the court ordered counselors what they want to hear.’

NAMBLA is alive and well. Their website, here.

If somebody could tell me how to devote my life to fighting this evil, I would. Most of us would. Today I heard a survivor of sexual abuse in his work as a young actor, a black man, describe his torment.

‘I feel that I was murdered,’ he said. ‘And I’m dead.”