Wednesday, November 2, 2022

FBI wants Seth Rich records sealed for 66 YEARS!

No one ever tried to FOIA the Fed until after the 2008 global financial crisis



1:30  Robert and I moved forward, I guess instigated, a FOIA request, a campaign where I put up about $65,000 and then we did a Go-Fund-Me thing for the other $35,000 to come up with a FOIA request against the FED because we wanted to push back against the auditing that they're doing, but more specifically them completely ignoring the Federal Reserve Act in 2020.  So the way this work is that you've got to do the FOIA request first and if they tell you to pound sand long enough, then you've got to give them a deadline, you have to go ahead and sue them.  We were hoping we wouldn't have to come to the lawsuit part of it, we'd go ahead and do the request, we dot the i's, cross the t's.  It's incredibly expensive to hire an accountant to do that.  But we were hoping they'd say, "Okay, that's fine.  Here's what you requested," but I guess that's not the path they've taken.  

2:36  We started out with some basic requests, then we expanded it to a lot of detailed requests across the entire history of the Federal Reserve, so we wanted internal documentation on how they interpreted their own legal authority.  [Whoa]  How have they interpreted any limitations or restrictions or restraints on their legal authority.  How have they interpreted their authority to the income tax and various revenue acts that have passed.  The things we know that they have done some internal review on, we asked for everything that could possibly relate to that categorically.  So not just to specific items in 2020 and in past years where they took actions that appear to be outside the Federal Reserve Act but also everything they have internally talked and discussed about their own power or the limits on their own power and how it correlates with the income tax, and, of course, given that the Federal Reserve came in at the same time as the income tax, 1913.  And I've seen some documentation concerning other banks talking about what the Fed was talking about all the way back to 1915 in the New York Public Library.  So we incorporated all of that, . . . 

3:48  Hired a forensic accountant who is also a former bank auditor to say that we really want to audit the Fed, what should we ask for, so he came up with very specific requests as if he were auditing the Federal Reserve and we combined the two, submitted it, they gave us the run-around, the run-around, the run-around, and finally they said, "We have no idea what you're talking about.  We don't have indexed files here.  We don't even know how to search our own files here at the Federal Reserve.  If you could tell us exactly which day we actually did that analysis, then we can search for it.  But if you don't have the exact day and the exact time . . . ," the Fed has got away with this 

4:31  This is the game they play.  Explain that, Robert, because to the laymen, they may say, "Well, that's a legitimate claim, but no, no, this is just a game to draw this out as long as possible to make sure you're spending as much money and they're just hoping that you drag it on long enough to where you just forget about it or you run out of cash.  

4:51  It's apparent that no one has ever asked for this before.  No one ever tried to FOIA the Fed until after the 2008 global financial crisis and then some media institutions, including Bloomberg did, but they requested very specific information they already knew about in advance . . . 

5:07  And they were successful. . . 

Absolutely.  

Remdesivir increases the risk of death by 3%, the chances of renal failure by 20%, and costs $3,000/course. Ivermectin reduces the risk of death by 50% and costs the W.H.O. two cents

It should be clear by now that when you put your trust in doctors using hospital care, those doctors are not using their best tested, studied options or practice.  No.  Unfortunately, they're merely following the orders from on high, even from international bodies, far removed from local knowledge, local, standard, and tested care.  So when you think you are under the care of an expert, ah, your doctor is only an expert at following the orders of outside agencies.   

If you look at the 4 independent studies, including the large studies by the W.H.O. it shows the opposite effect.  Remdesivir increases the risk of death.  Let me say that again.  Remdesivir increase the risk of death by 3%.  It increases your chances of renal failure by 20%.  This is a toxic drug.  But just to make the situation even more preposterous, the federal government will give hospitals a 20% bonus on the entire hospital bill if they prescribe Remdesivir to Medicare patients.  [Oh, so the federal government is trying to kill elderly patients.  Huh.]  The federal government is incentivizing hospitals to prescribe a medication which is toxic.  So it should be noted that Remdesivir costs about $3,000 a course.  Dr. Kory spoke about Ivermectin.  Ivermectin reduces the risk of death by about 50%.  It costs the W.H.O. $0.02.  Two cents.  So as regards Dexamethazone,  This is the wrong drug in the wrong dose for the wrong duration of time yet every clinician in this country will absurdly use this homeopathic dose of Dexamethazone.  Why?  Because the NIH tells them to do this.  So what the NIH and other agencies have ignored are multiple FDA-approved drugs.  These are FDA-approved drugs.  These are not experimental drugs, which are cost-effective, and safe, and have unequivocally, unequivocally been shown to reduce the death of patients in the ICU and in hospital . . . .

massive crowd assembled at the Brazilian military command (Palácio Duque de Caxias) in Rio de Janeiro. Protestors claim the presidential election was rigged and ask the military to intervene

Anthony Bourdain on Mexicans, Mexico, & Mexican Food

Anthony Bourdain

On Mexicans, Anthony Bourdain wrote this:

Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities.

We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal, and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican people—we sure employ a lot of them.

Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, and look after our children.

As any chef will tell you, our entire service economy—the restaurant business as we know it—in most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are “stealing American jobs.”

But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porter’s position—or even a job as a prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, probably, simply won’t do.

We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but “we”, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of them—and go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.

So, why don’t we love Mexico?

We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires.

Whether it’s dress up like fools and get passed-out drunk and sunburned on spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.

In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugs—while at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us.

The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether it’s kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in L.A., burned out neighborhoods in Detroit—it’s there to see.

What we don’t see, however, haven’t really noticed, and don’t seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead in Mexico, just in the past few years—mostly innocent victims. Eighty thousand families who’ve been touched directly by the so-called “War On Drugs”.

Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace.

Look at it. It’s beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness.

Its archeological sites—the remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it, we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over tortilla chips. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply “bro food” at halftime.

It is in fact, old—older even than the great cuisines of Europe, and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet, if we paid attention.

The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generation—many of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europe—have returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling heights.

It’s a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, and was there—and on the case—when the cooks like me, with backgrounds like mine, ran away to go skiing or surfing or simply flaked. I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them.

To small towns populated mostly by women—where in the evening, families gather at the town’s phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North.

I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand from their hands to mine.

In years of making television in Mexico, it’s one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the day’s work is over. We’ll gather around a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious salsas, drink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, and listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is.