I worked in and around Massachusetts politics for a long time—as well as other cities and states. But it was during that era that the news began to change.
I went to journalism school in the early 1980’s and the importance of delivering unbiased reporting was the foundational brick upon which everything we learned was based. News was still pretty pure then. Two newspaper towns were the rule of the day, so that citizens were always getting a different point of view. Democracy could not exist without a cacophony of voices and views and this was drilled into us because journalism was boot camp then.
We marched out of that school believing we were a wing in the sacred building that was democracy. Our job was not to tell you what to think but rather report the facts. What happened? When and where and how? Our feelings mattered little. Our politics were invisible. We could separate our own political leanings with such precision, that out for a drink with you after work on a Friday night, you’d never have an inkling of where I stood. A good reporter never discussed their politics.
So imagine my surprise in the late 1990’s when the news coming over the wire started leaning left. My news director insisted we rewrite the stories from AP and UPI—no more rip and reading when in a rush to go live. It was such a shock to reporters at the time—those who had fair reporting ingrained into their soul. It felt sacrilegious. It was confusing. And wrong.
We actually rewrote news that came from giant media enterprises so as not to break that vow of unbiased reporting.
The only thing there was to discern is that something very fundamental was changing, but by who? And why? By the left, of course, but was that the whole story? It was obviously coming from the top somewhere. If a lowly reporter from UPI was slanting the news on her own, she would have been fired after a day. No, this was nefarious, and coming from all directions from various news mediums.
And what we were actually reporting on also began to change. It was the end of innocence.The government started coming down hard on environmental issues—closing entire beaches for two nesting birds without public input, for example. Politicians like Barney Frank were accused of pedophilia and sex scandals took a new and strange shape. Everything was different suddenly—the news was biased and the country began a slow walk down a shady road that was absolutely discernible from the desk of a news room. Perhaps more so at those desks than any other perch in the world. It was Ground Zero for the burgeoning change and sitting there at my keyboard I could feel it and sense it.
And we’d all discuss it. We’d fight it. And eventually, we’d all come to fear it.
It was the first step on a very long road for me. I started researching, finding patterns in things, seeing the same names behind certain kinds of stories.
News stations, and all media, whose owners were once limited to how many media outlets they could own, suddenly had no limits. I had worked for local guys at my career start who might own a few stations in a city but suddenly news became corporate. And newspapers. Big corporations came in at this time and standardized American news. The guy who hired you who sat in a little office and lived two miles away was replaced by a corporate owner like Disney. News media was one of the first industries in America to experience this. By 2000, nothing was the same in the world of news reporting. Nothing. No more WKRP in Cincinnati-like world. It was over.
You see why I woke up so early? The cabal had to corral the media first as a first strike to controlling the world. And if you worked in the news then, you were there. You watched it. You felt it. You lived it.
My research took me down many paths, sitting late at night, finding the stories behind the stories with a pack of smokes and a beer. If you are that focused, that determined, you can tell the whole story of the cabal within a year. Where it started, who is involved, its mentions in books in recent and not-so-recent history, the groups and organizations that house its members—the whole twisted story is there for anyone who wants to see it. I’m not particularly brilliant, I’m just willing.
I’ve never stopped learning, listening, and following the crumbs. But now it’s just out in the open. Leaders talk about the Great Reset and the New World Order all of the time. But who’s listening?
There’s so much more, but I will leave you with this—the beginning of my education. And I’ll tell you this—the world is nothing like you think it is.
I invite you to contribute what you learned in your research. And elaborate on what you meant by, "And I’ll tell you this—the world is nothing like you think it is."
Here’s a fine example that circles both of your questions.
One of my first personal research projects was to understand why certain politicians in Massachusetts politics (and everywhere) had a proclivity for being mired in sex scandals. Certainly sex and political scandals are nothing new but there seemed to be a new brand of it—a sort of reckless endangerment, if you will.
Rumor was that Barney Frank had a taste for very young boys and I set out to see where that would lead me if I looked. And it led me to the realization that Barney Frank isn’t a lone politician in that pursuit.
His name came up a few times in association with a missing paperboy named Johny Gosch. That story haunts me—how a little boy delivering papers can disappear and end up being associated with some of the country’s most notable politicians.
In order to understand the story, you cannot just Google Johnny’s name. You have to read the books, the newspaper articles. You have to hear from his mother. You have to study every detail of the Franklin Savings and Loan trial. You have to study every aspect of Larry King (not the talk show host) and understand who he is in great detail. You have to connect the dots with other missing paperboys from that era.
It’s much too long to recant here, but suffice to say, it was my first step into seeing the world we truly inhabit. There is ample evidence that children are used by the rich and powerful for sex—missing children most notably. Certainly, since Jeffrey Epstein became a household name, this should surprise no one. (Although kidnapping children has become too dangerous and cumbersome for predators. Epstein looked for young girls and women he could manipulate.)
Barney Frank eventually stepped down from office, although the ignorant people of Massachusetts had elected him over and over again—even in the midst of sexual abuse allegations. He was accused of running a sex ring from his office and that was the end of him.
Sex rings. If you only knew how prolific they are, if you knew there are actual routes children travel as they make their way around the world. If you knew how often politicians are blackmailed for their misdeeds. If you heard the whispers of what happens to the children, how many meet their end. If you knew what a racket the sexual abuse of children is—what they fetch in dollars, how they are controlled.
This is the underbelly of the world’s hidden story. It is but one of many, but it’s the greatest shame. And while we are confronted with aspects of it on a daily basis on the news, few of us lose any sleep. We don’t want to look at it, we don’t want to know.
It goes deeper and is more horrible than anyone reading this can possibly imagine. Once you know, you can never unsee it. It changes you. You will never look at the world the same way again.
I will spare you the details. And I will spare myself the incoming criticism for not giving details and sources. If you want to know, it is knowable. Just go look.
Yes, Great, I have done enough sniffing around online to know I do not have the stomach for what is out there to be found. It is like a brick sitting in the gut to know even the smallest details.
I am a mother. I am also a Christian and i know those bastards had better find a damned good hiding place when He comes for them. There will be justice and, while I hope to raise my children to adulthood, I know the world will remain a filthy and dangerous place until judgement day. If we have another generation or two it will only be because the darkness has retreated again to the shadows to regroup and strengthen.
I love Psalm 37 as a how-to for daily living in this cess pool of a place.
Thank you for your pursuit of truth and your faithful reporting 🙏
I woke up in 1997 after working as a reporter for many years. I don’t have to be “careful” anymore about jumping to conclusions.
Would you care to elaborate on how you began to wake up and what you covered, etc?
I worked in and around Massachusetts politics for a long time—as well as other cities and states. But it was during that era that the news began to change.
I went to journalism school in the early 1980’s and the importance of delivering unbiased reporting was the foundational brick upon which everything we learned was based. News was still pretty pure then. Two newspaper towns were the rule of the day, so that citizens were always getting a different point of view. Democracy could not exist without a cacophony of voices and views and this was drilled into us because journalism was boot camp then.
We marched out of that school believing we were a wing in the sacred building that was democracy. Our job was not to tell you what to think but rather report the facts. What happened? When and where and how? Our feelings mattered little. Our politics were invisible. We could separate our own political leanings with such precision, that out for a drink with you after work on a Friday night, you’d never have an inkling of where I stood. A good reporter never discussed their politics.
So imagine my surprise in the late 1990’s when the news coming over the wire started leaning left. My news director insisted we rewrite the stories from AP and UPI—no more rip and reading when in a rush to go live. It was such a shock to reporters at the time—those who had fair reporting ingrained into their soul. It felt sacrilegious. It was confusing. And wrong.
We actually rewrote news that came from giant media enterprises so as not to break that vow of unbiased reporting.
The only thing there was to discern is that something very fundamental was changing, but by who? And why? By the left, of course, but was that the whole story? It was obviously coming from the top somewhere. If a lowly reporter from UPI was slanting the news on her own, she would have been fired after a day. No, this was nefarious, and coming from all directions from various news mediums.
And what we were actually reporting on also began to change. It was the end of innocence.The government started coming down hard on environmental issues—closing entire beaches for two nesting birds without public input, for example. Politicians like Barney Frank were accused of pedophilia and sex scandals took a new and strange shape. Everything was different suddenly—the news was biased and the country began a slow walk down a shady road that was absolutely discernible from the desk of a news room. Perhaps more so at those desks than any other perch in the world. It was Ground Zero for the burgeoning change and sitting there at my keyboard I could feel it and sense it.
And we’d all discuss it. We’d fight it. And eventually, we’d all come to fear it.
It was the first step on a very long road for me. I started researching, finding patterns in things, seeing the same names behind certain kinds of stories.
News stations, and all media, whose owners were once limited to how many media outlets they could own, suddenly had no limits. I had worked for local guys at my career start who might own a few stations in a city but suddenly news became corporate. And newspapers. Big corporations came in at this time and standardized American news. The guy who hired you who sat in a little office and lived two miles away was replaced by a corporate owner like Disney. News media was one of the first industries in America to experience this. By 2000, nothing was the same in the world of news reporting. Nothing. No more WKRP in Cincinnati-like world. It was over.
You see why I woke up so early? The cabal had to corral the media first as a first strike to controlling the world. And if you worked in the news then, you were there. You watched it. You felt it. You lived it.
My research took me down many paths, sitting late at night, finding the stories behind the stories with a pack of smokes and a beer. If you are that focused, that determined, you can tell the whole story of the cabal within a year. Where it started, who is involved, its mentions in books in recent and not-so-recent history, the groups and organizations that house its members—the whole twisted story is there for anyone who wants to see it. I’m not particularly brilliant, I’m just willing.
I’ve never stopped learning, listening, and following the crumbs. But now it’s just out in the open. Leaders talk about the Great Reset and the New World Order all of the time. But who’s listening?
There’s so much more, but I will leave you with this—the beginning of my education. And I’ll tell you this—the world is nothing like you think it is.
I invite you to contribute what you learned in your research. And elaborate on what you meant by, "And I’ll tell you this—the world is nothing like you think it is."
Here’s a fine example that circles both of your questions.
One of my first personal research projects was to understand why certain politicians in Massachusetts politics (and everywhere) had a proclivity for being mired in sex scandals. Certainly sex and political scandals are nothing new but there seemed to be a new brand of it—a sort of reckless endangerment, if you will.
Rumor was that Barney Frank had a taste for very young boys and I set out to see where that would lead me if I looked. And it led me to the realization that Barney Frank isn’t a lone politician in that pursuit.
His name came up a few times in association with a missing paperboy named Johny Gosch. That story haunts me—how a little boy delivering papers can disappear and end up being associated with some of the country’s most notable politicians.
In order to understand the story, you cannot just Google Johnny’s name. You have to read the books, the newspaper articles. You have to hear from his mother. You have to study every detail of the Franklin Savings and Loan trial. You have to study every aspect of Larry King (not the talk show host) and understand who he is in great detail. You have to connect the dots with other missing paperboys from that era.
It’s much too long to recant here, but suffice to say, it was my first step into seeing the world we truly inhabit. There is ample evidence that children are used by the rich and powerful for sex—missing children most notably. Certainly, since Jeffrey Epstein became a household name, this should surprise no one. (Although kidnapping children has become too dangerous and cumbersome for predators. Epstein looked for young girls and women he could manipulate.)
Barney Frank eventually stepped down from office, although the ignorant people of Massachusetts had elected him over and over again—even in the midst of sexual abuse allegations. He was accused of running a sex ring from his office and that was the end of him.
Sex rings. If you only knew how prolific they are, if you knew there are actual routes children travel as they make their way around the world. If you knew how often politicians are blackmailed for their misdeeds. If you heard the whispers of what happens to the children, how many meet their end. If you knew what a racket the sexual abuse of children is—what they fetch in dollars, how they are controlled.
This is the underbelly of the world’s hidden story. It is but one of many, but it’s the greatest shame. And while we are confronted with aspects of it on a daily basis on the news, few of us lose any sleep. We don’t want to look at it, we don’t want to know.
It goes deeper and is more horrible than anyone reading this can possibly imagine. Once you know, you can never unsee it. It changes you. You will never look at the world the same way again.
I will spare you the details. And I will spare myself the incoming criticism for not giving details and sources. If you want to know, it is knowable. Just go look.
I know.
Yes, Great, I have done enough sniffing around online to know I do not have the stomach for what is out there to be found. It is like a brick sitting in the gut to know even the smallest details.
I am a mother. I am also a Christian and i know those bastards had better find a damned good hiding place when He comes for them. There will be justice and, while I hope to raise my children to adulthood, I know the world will remain a filthy and dangerous place until judgement day. If we have another generation or two it will only be because the darkness has retreated again to the shadows to regroup and strengthen.
I love Psalm 37 as a how-to for daily living in this cess pool of a place.
Thank you for your pursuit of truth and your faithful reporting 🙏