Anonymous ID: 6f45e0 Q Research General #13115: We Got The Cabal On The Defensive - Keep Pushing Edition Aug. 10, 2020, 5:21 p.m. No.10247548   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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Anonymous ID: 6f45e0 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:22 p.m. No.10247559   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7744 >>7808 >>7838 >>7847

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>>10247500 "Let me get this straight": Text memes for camoflage

>>10247388 Stanford’s Dr. Scott Atlas: 80-85% Of Texas Hospital Patients ‘Have Nothing To Do With CV'

>>10247382 Clark: Nevada’s November Nightmare

>>10247266 Herridige tweet re Flynn and US code on “disqualification” of Judge

>>10247321 Kamala Harris Has Unfollowed Joe Biden on Twitter as VP Announcement Expected Soon

>>10247245 Shipments Of 20,000 Fake IDs From China Seized By Feds Ahead Of Election

>>10247184 , >>10247390, >>10247450 Planefag Reports

>>10247168 Chicago Mayor Declares Lockdown for ‘Foreseen Days’

>>10247153 Willie Brown Tells Kamala Harris To 'Decline' If Tapped For Biden VP

>>10247107 FEC Commissioner: ‘Substantial Chance’ We Won’t Know Winner On Election Night

>>10247074 , >>10247172, >>10247196 Ezra Cohen-Watnick in charge of ops now? Eyes on

>>10247168 Chicago Mayor Declares Lockdown for ‘Foreseen Days’

>>10247015 Fresh DJT

>>10246993 Video: Anti-mask protesters in Quebec demand 'liberté' & pb >>10244635, >>10244681, >>10244718

>>10246983 Video of shooting near the WH today

>>10246937 , >>10247015 War Room 1 WEEK OPERATION #DISNEYGATE + #SaveOurChildren

>>10246880 Blue States subsidized by Red States want to get rid of SALT limits on State/Local taxes

>>10246863 The Catholic Church: McCarrick report imminent?

>>10246880 Blue States subsidized by Red States want to get rid of SALT limits on State/Local taxes

>>10246975 Apple CEO Tim Cook’s Net Worth Surpasses $1 Billion, But He's 'Poor' Compared To Some Tech Peers

>>10246993 Anti-mask protesters in Quebec demand 'liberté' (video)

>>10247551 #13114



>>10246142 Video of WH suspect down

>>10246239 Scot Atlas: You don't lock down healthy people

>>10246275 The Osmonds and Disney


>>10246310 Orange City Man Who “Sextorted” Multiple Minors Sentenced to 60 Years

>>10246332 RNC files emergency request with Supreme Court over requirements for mail-in ballots

>>10246364 Report: Progressives Prepare To Take Over Courts If Biden Wins

>>10246369 Shooting site 17th and Penn Confirmed, U.S. Secret Service

>>10246412 Dem for Congress accused of sex with students refuses to quit race

>>10246445 Documents unsealed in battle between Virginia Giuffre and Alan Dershowitz

>>10246488 New Evidence Reveals Killer Cuomo and His Health Commissioner Zucker Are Covering Up Their Actions That Killed Thousands of Elderly New Yorkers

>>10246495 Damaging "derecho" takes aim at Chicago area with dangerous winds up to 100 mph

>>10246547 Mayor Lori Lightfoot Lashes Out at President Trump — Says National Guard Not Needed After Looters Ransack Downtown Chicago, Attack Police for 5 Straight Hours (VIDEO)

>>10246570 Republicans in Congress are furious that Democrats left town after failing to reach a deal with them on a phase 4 coronavirus stimulus package

>>10246620 Bill O’Reilly is on the verge of landing a new show on radio station owned by a Trump ally

>>10246635 Fake News Network CNN Accuses NRA of Being Fake Charity

>>10246698 Ted Cruz on Teen Vogue

>>10246713 President Trump signs 2 Veteran-supporting Bills into Law


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Anonymous ID: bcd519 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:32 p.m. No.10247647   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7653

POTUS new twat had him holding his 'Bama #17 jersey at about 14 seconds….

Anonymous ID: 4898e8 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:33 p.m. No.10247655   🗄️.is 🔗kun









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Anonymous ID: 7498d6 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:34 p.m. No.10247660   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>10247333 pb


Ezra Cohen-Watnick

Anonymous ID: 8c3245 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:35 p.m. No.10247667   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7695 >>7728 >>7786

>>10247623 lb

not. talking about case


We are unwittingly sending SUPPORT to GATES charity org "save the children"




that's all


Go Ahead and Tweet #SaveTheChildren


AndSend people right into Gates and Disney and other Pedo orgs arms


GOT IT ???

Anonymous ID: cfa1a7 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:35 p.m. No.10247669   🗄️.is 🔗kun


Guy stopping traffic in Indianapolis with gun has been ID'd


Jonathan Howe aka ICON owns City Dump Records. ICONMIXEDIT is his Instagram handle. No sauce, personal knowledge.

Anonymous ID: 59cdd6 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:35 p.m. No.10247672   🗄️.is 🔗kun





ORDER: Pursuant to the Court of Appeals' order (dkt. no. 1095), the unsealing of the transcripts of Doe 1's and Ms. Maxwell's depositions (and all materials quoting those transcripts or disclosing information from those transcripts) is stayed pending further order by the Court of Appeals.


Notwithstanding the stay, the parties shall confer and report to the Court by letter no later than August 10, 2020, (1) their suggestions for streamlining the unsealing process, as discussed by the Court at the July 23 hearing, and (2) their proposed next set of docket entries to be reviewed for potential unsealing. SO ORDERED. (Signed by Judge Loretta A. Preska on 8/3/2020) (va) (Entered: 08/03/2020)


Bill Gates Worked with Epstein on a Pedophile Project Involving Children in Developing Countries

Anonymous ID: 8f45ce Aug. 10, 2020, 5:37 p.m. No.10247687   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7876 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295

>Holy Schitt!


>Halper was recorded days before Flynn troubles started saying Flynn was "unsuitable" to be National Security advisor! And, “I don’t think Flynn’s going to be around long.”!!!


FBI spy foretold Michael Flynn's fall, ex-student says


A onetime associate of FBI spy Stefan Halper says the University of Cambridge professor told him that retired Army Lt. Gen. Michael Flynn was “unsuitable” for the post of President Trump’s national security adviser and added, “I don’t think Flynn’s going to be around long.”


Mr. Halper’s remarks to Steven P. Schrage, then a doctoral candidate at Cambridge, were recorded on Jan. 10, 2017, two days before a Washington Post column on Flynn led to his quick White House dismissal.


Mr. Schrage outed himself Sunday as a whistleblower with a post, “The Spies Who Hijacked America,” on journalist Matt Taibbi’s blog.


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In this Dec. 1, 2017, photo, former Trump national security adviser Michael Flynn leaves federal court in Washington. (AP Photo/Susan Walsh) FILE

In this Dec. 1, 2017, photo, former Trump national security adviser Michael Flynn leaves federal court in Washington. (AP Photo/Susan Walsh) FILE

By Rowan Scarborough - The Washington Times - Monday, August 10, 2020

A onetime associate of FBI spy Stefan Halper says the University of Cambridge professor told him that retired Army Lt. Gen. Michael Flynn was “unsuitable” for the post of President Trump’s national security adviser and added, “I don’t think Flynn’s going to be around long.”


Mr. Halper’s remarks to Steven P. Schrage, then a doctoral candidate at Cambridge, were recorded on Jan. 10, 2017, two days before a Washington Post column on Flynn led to his quick White House dismissal.


Mr. Schrage outed himself Sunday as a whistleblower with a post, “The Spies Who Hijacked America,” on journalist Matt Taibbi’s blog.


[Pic] Couple has no idea why their photo is going viral, then they look closer



“In these discussions I stressed that Flynn was indispensable,” wrote Mr. Schrage, who was an official in the George W. Bush administration. “He was perhaps the only campaign adviser who both had Trump’s personal trust and the deep intelligence experience necessary to expose hidden problems in the intelligence community. At one point, I even recall telling Halper that taking Flynn out would be like ‘beheading’ Trump’s team. I had no idea I had been unintentionally aiding a spy preparing the guillotine and helping lead Flynn to exactly such a beheading.”

Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 5:38 p.m. No.10247698   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7770 >>7850 >>7867 >>7876 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295

Proof that Karl Marx was motivated by Satanism:


>"With Satan I have struck my deal."

>"He chalks the signs, beats time for me,"

>"I play the death march fast and free."

>from The Fiddler, 1836


Marx also invoked in himself how Satan hated God:


>"…Worlds I would destroy forever,"

>"Since I can create no world;"

>"Since my call they notice never…"

>from "Feelings, 1836''




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Anonymous ID: a9a760 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:39 p.m. No.10247708   🗄️.is 🔗kun

siegel has been smoking p00 p00 tinking it wus pot

wants no personal hugs between anybody

race riots


hate and fear over family and friends

but hey demonrats like huomo cuomo

dont deserve investigation

like huomo cuomo ses to grandma/grandpa -FUCK OFF AND DIE

Anonymous ID: 341b4a Aug. 10, 2020, 5:40 p.m. No.10247717   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7756 >>7851


Bob Smith‎


WCVB Channel 5 Boston

March 18, 2013 ·




"John Kerry's maternal grandfather, James Grant Forbes, was born in Shanghai, China, where the Forbes family of China and Boston accumulated a fortune in the opium and China trade.


Forbes married Margaret Tyndal Winthrop, who came from a family with deep roots in New England history. Through her, John Kerry is related to four Presidents, including, ironically, George W. Bush (9th cousin, twice removed)."

Anonymous ID: c8fe50 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:40 p.m. No.10247719   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7733

QAnon groups have millions of members on Facebook, documents show

Anonymous ID: 2d850c Aug. 10, 2020, 5:40 p.m. No.10247720   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7944


was Rod Blagojevich prosecuted because her didn't just give the Senate seat to Valerie Jarret? FBI spying on him, Obama pissed that his master couldn't get elevated so they took it all out of context and got a judge to throw the book at him?

Anonymous ID: d3efa4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:41 p.m. No.10247728   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7786



Don't know who the we is you're talking about but anons take over resources from the enemy and own them.

It gets the patriots eyes on the enemies resources and the enemies eyes flowing salt.

Anonymous ID: d78d85 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:43 p.m. No.10247749   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7792 >>7807 >>7813 >>8124 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295


I tune all my guitars to the Solfeggio Frequencies, based off 432Hz. So much better as they synch the Higher Realms with your music and leads to inspirational creativity. Literally drawing down the Good News On Earth as it is in HEAVEN. Amen.


It was Ernst Goebbels who instituted the 440Hz paradigm, which is based off temporal materialism, the calling card of the 3rd Reich. We will destroy the 4th Reich as well.



Anonymous ID: db66c2 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:43 p.m. No.10247750   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7767

>>10246445 (pb)



please don't release those docs, muh reputation!

Anonymous ID: 8b7bc2 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:43 p.m. No.10247753   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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Latin for "That, without which, there is nothing"


07 Stay In The Light Patriots

Anonymous ID: 13cce5 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:43 p.m. No.10247758   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7799 >>8137



DOE 1 seems to be getting very nervous and demanding all sorts of non-disclosure conditions . . .


Case 1:15-cv-07433-LAP Document 1100 Filed 08/10/20

Anonymous ID: 8f80ad Aug. 10, 2020, 5:44 p.m. No.10247760   🗄️.is 🔗kun


The only hope for that is the Great Awakening..


Or hoping for good old fashioned teenage rebellion. But not every kid is as cool as I was. Many conform.

Anonymous ID: 55f120 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:45 p.m. No.10247774   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7811 >>8219


your meme, anon

kek, you can't say black-hole anymore as it's raciz, according to NASA

maybe we can call it the non-white hole

also, we can't have red-dwarfs anymore, because that is raciz towards commies and midgets

Woke NASA sucks dick

Anonymous ID: 76da38 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:45 p.m. No.10247778   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7826 >>7918 >>7923 >>7936 >>8149 >>8206 >>8267 >>8295 >>8296 >>8332 >>8338 >>8341 >>8420


Where Is QAnon?

by Anon


Many articles have been written attempting to answer the question: What is QAnon? But to fully understand this group and how it emerged, perhaps a more appropriate question is: Where is QAnon?


QAnon resides on a free speech platform called 8kun (previously 8chan), one of a few places online where people communicate anonymously free of censorship. 8kun is a website that hosts user-created message boards with owners moderating their own boards with limited interaction from 8kun administrators who only engage to remove illegal content.


It was on this platform, and another like it, that curious, independent thinkers gathered to discuss politics, the economy, science, the media, and many other areas in which obvious contradictions beg for open debate without fear of ridicule and increasing risks to careers and reputations. An underground refuge where people fled for the opportunity to exchange ideas hidden amongst hundreds of boards hosting pornography and insults.


These critical thinkers caught the eye of government insiders leading to the creation of a dedicated research board on which the insiders could anonymously post information disclosing and confirming truths about the nature of our world, our country, our leaders, and our past.


This is QAnon. An open source intelligence operation cultivated by the U.S. military where people with Q-level security clearances provide information to counter the false narrative put forth by bad actors that have manipulated and exploited mankind for many years. Q’s goal is to dismantle the byzantine web of corruption that has infiltrated governments, universities, charities, corporations, and the media which are collectively weaponized against the people.


Unfortunately given the enormity of the mission, the people frequenting the boards also include attackers of the worst kind. To the untrained eye, it can be difficult to identify the original loyal researchers from those whose goal is to create confusion and suppress the truth. Infiltrators that actively divide, distract, and discredit anyone and anything that gets too close in exposing the crimes of the Deep State and global cabal. They use tactics such as general misinformation to derail research, but they also post evil images to shock, threaten, and de-platform the movement. Images showing dismembered people and horrific abuses against children that are immediately reported and removed. And with every strike the infiltrators make, they validate the merits of the cause.


In response, Q and the anons double down posting more truths, connecting more dots, sharing information with more people, and providing critical context to more events. In the midst of a global shutdown with our cities on fire and many leaders standing by watching, the least observant among us can now see that something is horribly wrong. In contrast, the people who have followed Q saw it all coming years ago. They have a head start in accepting that much of what we think we know about the world is actually not true. That we have been deliberately lied to. Betrayed. And all that Q and the anons ask from any curious onlookers is to think for themselves. To question established beliefs and focus on facts that can be verified across multiple sources. In short, to participate in research themselves and be open to new information.


The dedication shown by this band of digital soldiers keeping the board alive for nearly three years is inspiring. They provide a place and the 8kun platform provides the resources and mechanisms for authenticated posts from the Q-clearance team. While anyone can post on the board, Q posts are identified by a secure ID, catalogued for easier distribution, and archived offline. These are the only posts that can be attributed to Q, although the media likes to conflate any information posted on the board with this movement.


As regular people around the world rise to the occasion to take back our God-given sovereignty, the Deep State and global cabal are in a state of panic as evidenced by current events. This cabal never thought they would lose power and are doing everything they can to delay and avoid judgement. Actively dividing people by race, gender, ideology, and age – searching for anything that might work. Feverishly creating distractions in an attempt to keep news about their high treason and crimes against children out of the media, with media assistance of course. And discrediting Q and anyone bold enough to question their nonsensical official positions on important issues of the day. But as Q has stated in many posts, nothing can stop what is coming.



Anonymous ID: 6cd730 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:45 p.m. No.10247783   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7951


Buy American, by Americans

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:45 p.m. No.10247785   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘Thou art a Brahmin. I am thy cow. Make thou the matter plain, and save my honour if it can be saved!’



A second time then Gisborne plunged into the rukh and called Mowgli. The answer came from high overhead, and in

no submissive tones.


‘Speak softly,’ said Gisborne, looking up. ‘There is yet time to strip thee of thy place and hunt thee with thy wolves. The

girl must go back to her father’s house tonight. To-morrow there will be the shadi, by the Mussulman law, and then thou

canst take her away. Bring her to Abdul Gafur.’


‘I hear.’ There was a murmur of two voices conferring among the leaves. ‘Also, we will obey — for the last time.’


A year later Muller and Gisborne were riding through the rukh together, talking of their business. They came out

among the rocks near the Kanye stream; Muller riding a little in advance. Under the shade of a thorn thicket sprawled a

naked brown baby, and from the brake immediately behind him peered the head of a gray wolf. Gisborne had just time to

strike up Muller’s rifle, and the bullet tore spattering through the branches above.


‘Are you mad?’ thundered Muller. ‘Look!’


‘I see,’ said Gisborne quietly. ‘The mother’s somewhere near. You’ll wake the whole pack, by Jove!’


The bushes parted once more, and a woman unveiled snatched up the child.


‘Who fired, Sahib?’ she cried to Gisborne.


‘This Sahib. He had not remembered thy man’s people.’


‘Not remembered? But indeed it may be so, for we who live with them forget that they are strangers at all. Mowgli is

down the stream catching fish. Does the Sahib wish to see him? Come out, ye lacking manners. Come out of the bushes,

and make your service to the Sahibs.’


Muller’s eyes grew rounder and rounder. He swung himself off the plunging mare and dismounted, while the jungle

gave up four wolves who fawned round Gisborne. The mother stood nursing her child and spurning them aside as they

brushed against her bare feet.


‘You were quite right about Mowgli,’ said Gisborne. T meant to have told you, but I’ve got so used to these fellows in

the last twelve months that it slipped my mind.’


‘Oh, don’t apologise,’ said Muller. ‘It’s nothing. Gott in Himmel! “Und I work miracles — und dey come off too!”’

Anonymous ID: b21dac Aug. 10, 2020, 5:46 p.m. No.10247788   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7827 >>8375 >>8387 >>8401



Did someone say a completely american made computer/phone/tablet is now available yet?


how about anything with silicon circuitry in it?

how about anything with light circuitry?


How about an american car with american steel?

AND firmware chips?

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:46 p.m. No.10247795   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘Indeed it is all more wonderful than magic. These then drove the nilghai?’


‘Ay, as they would drive Eblis if I gave the order. They are my eyes and feet to me.’


‘Look to it, then, that Eblis does not carry a double rifle. They have yet something to learn, thy devils, for they stand

one behind the other, so that two shots would kill the three.’


‘Ah, but they know they will be thy servants as soon as I am a forest-guard.’


‘Guard or no guard, Mowgli, thou hast done a great shame to Abdul Gafur. Thou hast dishonoured his house and

blackened his face.’


‘For that, it was blackened when he took thy money, and made blacker still when he whispered in thy ear a little while

since to kill a naked man. I myself will talk to Abdul Gafur, for I am a man of the Government service, with a pension. He

shall make the marriage by whatsoever rite he will, or he shall run once more. I will speak to him in the dawn. For the rest,

the Sahib has his house and this is mine. It is time to sleep again, Sahib.’


Mowgli turned on his heel and disappeared into the grass, leaving Gisborne alone. The hint of the wood-god was not to

be mistaken; and Gisborne went back to the bungalow, where Abdul Gafur, torn by rage and fear, was raving in the



‘Peace, peace,’ said Gisborne, shaking him, for he looked as though he were going to have a fit. ‘Muller Sahib has made

the man a forest-guard, and as thou knowest there is a pension at the end of that business, and it is Government service.’


‘He is an outcaste — a mlech — a dog among dogs; an eater of carrion! What pension can pay for that?’


‘Allah knows; and thou hast heard that the mischief is done. Wouldst thou blaze it to all the other servants? Make the

shadi swiftly, and the girl will make him a Mussulman. He is very comely. Canst thou wonder that after thy beatings she

went to him?’


‘Did he say that he would chase me with his beasts?’


‘So it seemed to me. If he be a wizard, he is at least a very strong one.’


Abdul Gafur thought awhile, and then broke down and howled, forgetting that he was a Mussulman:—

Anonymous ID: a9a760 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:46 p.m. No.10247796   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7818


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Anonymous ID: 13cce5 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m. No.10247799   🗄️.is 🔗kun





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Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m. No.10247800   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘That is well done,’ said Mowgli, slipping his arm round the girl again. ‘Dogs or no dogs, they were with me through a

thousand villages.’


‘Ahi, and where was thy heart then? Through a thousand villages. Thou hast seen a thousand maids. I— that am — that

am a maid no more, have I thy heart?’


‘What shall I swear by? By Allah, of whom thou speakest?’


‘Nay, by the life that is in thee, and I am well content. Where was thy heart in those days?’


Mowgli laughed a little. ‘In my belly, because I was young and always hungry. So I learned to track and to hunt,

sending and calling my brothers back and forth as a king calls his armies. Therefore I drove the nilghai for the foolish

young Sahib, and the big fat mare for the big fat Sahib, when they questioned my power. It were as easy to have driven the

men themselves. Even now,’ his voice lifted a little —‘even now I know that behind me stand thy father and Gisborne

Sahib. Nay, do not run, for no ten men dare move a pace forward. Remembering that thy father beat thee more than once,

shall I give the word and drive him again in rings through the rukh?’ A wolf stood up with bared teeth.


Gisborne felt Abdul Gafur tremble at his side. Next, his place was empty, and the fat man was skimming down the



‘Remains only Gisborne Sahib,’ said Mowgli, still without turning; ‘but I have eaten Gisborne Sahib’s bread, and

presently I shall be in his service, and my brothers will be his servants to drive game and carry the news. Hide thou in the



The girl fled, the tall grass closed behind her and the guardian wolf that followed, and Mowgli turning with his three

retainers faced Gisborne as the Forest Officer came forward.


‘That is all the magic,’ he said, pointing to the three. ‘The fat Sahib knew that we who are bred among wolves run on

our elbows and our knees for a season. Feeling my arms and legs, he felt the truth which thou didst not know. Is it so

wonderful, Sahib?’

Anonymous ID: 03b5e7 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m. No.10247805   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Tomorrow's rehearing en banc in the @GenFlynn

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Anonymous ID: 6b14c6 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m. No.10247808   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7988



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Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m. No.10247809   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘But I was a wolf among wolves none the less till a time came when Those of the jungle bade me go because I was a



‘Who bade thee go? That is not like a true man’s talk.’


‘The very beasts themselves. Little one, thou wouldst never believe that telling, but so it was. The beasts of the jungle

bade me go, but these four followed me because I was their brother. Then was I a herder of cattle among men, having

learned their language. Ho! ho! The herds paid toll to my brothers, till a woman, an old woman, beloved, saw me playing

by night with my brethren in the crops. They said that I was possessed of devils, and drove me from that village with sticks

and stones, and the four came with me by stealth and not openly. That was when I had learned to eat cooked meat and to

talk boldly. From village to village I went, heart of my heart, a herder of cattle, a tender of buffaloes, a tracker of game, but

there was no man that dared lift a finger against me twice.’ He stooped down and patted one of the heads. ‘Do thou also

like this. There is neither hurt nor magic in them. See, they know thee.’


‘The woods are full of all manner of devils,’ said the girl with a shudder.


‘A lie. A child’s lie,’ Mowgli returned confidently. ‘I have lain out in the dew under the stars and in the dark night, and I

know. The jungle is my house. Shall a man fear his own roof-beams or a woman her man’s hearth? Stoop down and pat



‘They are dogs and unclean,’ she murmured, bending forward with averted head.


‘Having eaten the fruit, now we remember the Law!’ said Abdul Gafur bitterly. ‘What is the need of this waiting, Sahib?




‘H’sh, thou. Let us learn what has happened,’ said Gisborne.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:48 p.m. No.10247817   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘But what is it? What is the trouble, Abdul?’


‘Mowgli, and his devils. Also my own daughter,’ said Abdul Gafur. Gisborne whistled and followed his guide. Not for

nothing, he knew, had Abdul Gafur beaten his daughter of nights, and not for nothing had Mowgli helped in the housework

a man whom his own powers, whatever those were, had convicted of theft. Also, a forest wooing goes quickly.


There was the breathing of a flute in the rukh, as it might have been the song of some wandering wood-god, and, as

they came nearer, a murmur of voices. The path ended in a little semicircular glade walled partly by high grass and partly

by trees. In the centre, upon a fallen trunk, his back to the watchers and his arm round the neck of Abdul Gafur’s daughter,

sat Mowgli, newly crowned with flowers, playing upon a rude bamboo flute, to whose music four huge wolves danced

solemnly on their hind legs.


‘Those are his devils,’ Abdul Gafur whispered. He held a bunch of cartridges in his hand. The beasts dropped to a

longdrawn quavering note and lay still with steady green eyes, glaring at the girl.


‘Behold,’ said Mowgli, laying aside the flute. ‘Is there anything of fear in that? I told thee, little Stout-heart, that there

was not, and thou didst believe. Thy father said — and oh, if thou couldst have seen thy father being driven by the road of

the nilghai! — thy father said that they were devils; and by Allah, who is thy God, I do not wonder that he so believed.’


The girl laughed a little rippling laugh, and Gisborne heard Abdul grind his few remaining teeth. This was not at all the

girl that Gisborne had seen with a half-eye slinking about the compound veiled and silent, but another — a woman full

blown in a night as the orchid puts out in an hour’s moist heat.


‘But they are my playmates and my brothers, children of that mother that gave me suck, as I told thee behind the

cookhouse,’ Mowgli went on. ‘Children of the father that lay between me and the cold at the mouth of the cave when I was

a little naked child. Look’— a wolf raised his gray jowl, slavering at Mowgli’s knee —‘my brother knows that I speak of

them. Yes, when I was a little child he was a cub rolling with me on the clay.’


‘But thou hast said that thou art human-born,’ cooed the girl, nestling closer to the shoulder. ‘Thou art human-born?’


‘Said! Nay, I know that I am human born, because my heart is in thy hold, little one.’ Her head dropped under

Mowgli’s chin. Gisborne put up a warning hand to restrain Abdul Gafur, who was not in the least impressed by the wonder

of the sight.

Anonymous ID: 74ab23 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:49 p.m. No.10247819   🗄️.is 🔗kun

BURN NOTICE thread on UNICEF link to the port bombing and other fires. 80,000 children…

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:49 p.m. No.10247820   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Libidina dy moder, Briapus

Dy fader, a God und a Greek.


Now I know dot, Bagan or Christian, I shall nefer know der inwardness of der rukh!’


It was midnight in the bungalow a week later when Abdul Gafur, ashy gray with rage, stood at the foot of Gisborne’s

bed and whispering bade him awake.


‘Up, Sahib,’ he stammered. ‘Up and bring thy gun. Mine honour is gone. Up and kill before any see.’


The old man’s face had changed, so that Gisborne stared stupidly.


‘It was for this, then, that that jungle outcaste helped me to polish the Sahib’s table, and drew water and plucked fowls.



They have gone off together for all my beatings, and now he sits among his devils dragging her soul to the Pit. Up, Sahib,

and come with me!’


He thrust a rifle into Gisborne’s half-wakened hand and almost dragged him from the room on to the verandah.


‘They are there in the rukh; even within gunshot of the house. Come softly with me.’

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:49 p.m. No.10247831   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘That’s just what I—’ Gisborne began.


‘My Sahib spoke this morning of such a service. I walked all day alone considering the matter, and my answer is ready

here. I serve, if I serve in this rukh and no other; with Gisborne Sahib and with no other.’


‘It shall be so. In a week comes the written order that pledges the honour of the Government for the pension. After that

thou wilt take up thy hut where Gisborne Sahib shall appoint.’


‘I was going to speak to you about it,’ said Gisborne.


‘I did not want to be told when I saw that man. Dere will never be a forest-guard like him. He is a miracle. I tell you,

Gisborne, some day you will find it so. Listen, he is blood-brother to every beast in der rukh!’


‘I should be easier in my mind if I could understand him.’


‘Dot will come. Now I tell you dot only once in my service, and dot is thirty years, haf I met a boy dot began as this man

began. Und he died. Sometimes you hear of dem in der census reports, but dey all die. Dis man haf lived, and he is an

anachronism, for he is before der Iron Age, and der Stone Age. Look here, he is at der beginnings of der history of man —

Adam in der Garden, and now we want only an Eva! No! He is older than dot child-tale, shust as der rukh is older dan der

gods. Gisborne, I am a Bagan now, once for all.’


Through the rest of the long evening Muller sat smoking and smoking, and staring and staring into the darkness, his

lips moving in multiplied quotations, and great wonder upon his face. He went to his tent, but presently came out again in

his majestic pink sleeping-suit, and the last words that Gisborne heard him address to the rukh through the deep hush of

midnight were these, delivered with immense emphasis:—


‘Dough we shivt und bedeck und bedrape us.


Dou art noble und nude und andeek;

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:50 p.m. No.10247839   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7853

‘Can I bring the mare to the Sahib without frightening her!’ Mowgli repeated, raising his voice a little above its normal

pitch. ‘What is more easy if the heel-ropes are loose?’


‘Loosen the head and heel-pegs,’ shouted Muller to the groom. They were hardly out of the ground before the mare, a

huge black Australian, flung up her head and cocked her ears.


‘Careful! I do not wish her driven into the rukh,’ said Muller.


Mowgli stood still fronting the blaze of the fire — in the very form and likeness of that Greek god who is so lavishly

described in the novels. The mare whickered, drew up one hind leg, found that the heel-ropes were free, and moved swiftly

to her master, on whose bosom she dropped her head, sweating lightly.



‘She came of her own accord. My horses will do that,’ cried Gisborne.


‘Feel if she sweats,’ said Mowgli.


Gisborne laid a hand on the damp flank.


‘It is enough,’ said Muller.


‘It is enough,’ Mowgli repeated, and a rock behind him threw back the word.


‘That’s uncanny, isn’t it?’ said Gisborne.


‘No, only wonderful — most wonderful. Still you do not know, Gisborne?’


‘I confess I don’t.’


‘Well then, I shall not tell. He says dot some day he will show you what it is. It would be gruel if I told. But why he is

not dead I do not understand. Now listen thou.’ Muller faced Mowgli, and returned to the vernacular. ‘I am the head of all

the rukhs in the country of India and others across the Black Water. I do not know how many men be under me — perhaps

five thousand, perhaps ten. Thy business is this — to wander no more up and down the rukh and drive beasts for sport or

for show, but to take service under me, who am the Government in the matter of Woods and Forests, and to live in this

rukh as a forest-guard; to drive the villagers’ goats away when there is no order to feed them in the rukh; to admit them

when there is an order; to keep down, as thou canst keep down, the boar and the nilghai when they become too many; to

tell Gisborne Sahib how and where tigers move, and what game there is in the forests; and to give sure warning of all the

fires in the rukh, for thou canst give warning more quickly than any other. For that work there is a payment each month in

silver, and at the end, when thou hast gathered a wife and cattle and, may be, children, a pension. What answer?’

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:51 p.m. No.10247842   🗄️.is 🔗kun

puff of smoke, and began to quote Heine to himself.


‘Yes, it is very goot. Very goot. “Yes, I work miracles, and, by Gott, dey come off too.” I remember when dere was no

rukh more big than your knee, from here to der plough-lands, and in drought-time der cattle ate bones of dead cattle up

und down. Now der trees haf come back. Dey were planted by a Freethinker, because he know just de cause dot made der

effect. But der trees dey had der cult of der old gods —“und der Christian Gods howl loudly.” Dey could not live in der rukh,



A shadow moved in one of the bridle-paths — moved and stepped out into the starlight.


‘I haf said true. Hush! Here is Faunus himself come to see der Insbector-General. Himmel, he is der god! Look!’


It was Mowgli, crowned with his wreath of white flowers and walking with a half-peeled branch — Mowgli, very

mistrustful of the fire-light and ready to fly back to the thicket on the least alarm.


‘That’s a friend of mine,’ said Gisborne. ‘ He’s looking for me. Ohe, Mowgli!’


Muller had barely time to gasp before the man was at Gisborne’s side, crying: ‘I was wrong to go. I was wrong, but I

did not know then that the mate of him that was killed by this river was awake looking for thee. Else I should not have gone

away. She tracked thee from the back-range, Sahib.’


‘He is a little mad,’ said Gisborne, ‘and he speaks of all the beasts about here as if he was a friend of theirs.’


‘Of course — of course. If Faunus does not know, who should know?’ said Muller gravely. ‘What does he say about

tigers — dis god who knows you so well?’


Gisborne relighted his cheroot, and before he had finished the story of Mowgli and his exploits it was burned down to

moustache-edge. Muller listened without interruption. ‘Dot is not madness,’ he said at last when Gisborne had described

the driving of Abdul Gafur. ‘Dot is not madness at all.’


‘What is it, then? He left me in a temper this morning because I asked him to tell how he did it. I fancy the chap’s

possessed in some way.’


‘No, dere is no bossession, but it is most wonderful. Normally they die young — dese beople. Und you say now dot your

thief-servant did not say what drove der poney, and of course der nilghai he could not speak.’


‘No, but, confound it, there wasn’t anything. I listened, and I can hear most things. The bull and the man simply came

headlong — mad with fright.’


For answer Muller looked Mowgli up and down from head to foot, then beckoned him nearer. He came as a buck

treads a tainted trail.


‘There is no harm,’ said Muller in the vernacular. ‘Hold out an arm.’


He ran his hand down to the elbow, felt that, and nodded. ‘So I thought. Now the knee.’ Gisborne saw him feel the

knee-cap and smile. Two or three white scars just above the ankle caught his eye.


‘Those came when thou wast very young?’ he said.


‘Ay,’ Mowgli answered with a smile. ‘They were love-tokens from the little ones.’ Then to Gisborne over his shoulder.

‘This Sahib knows everything. Who is he?’


‘That comes after, my friend. Now where are they?’ said Muller.


Mowgli swept his hand round his head in a circle.


‘So! And thou canst drive nilghai? See! There is my mare in her pickets. Canst thou bring her to me without frightening


Anonymous ID: 171e5b Aug. 10, 2020, 5:51 p.m. No.10247848   🗄️.is 🔗kun



lawfag here

a statuTe of limitations is for charging not arrest

doubt it is extended by ER


it is also completely separate from speedy trial rule (not a statuTe) constitution based rule of criminal procedure

this is NOT suspended state must comply

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:51 p.m. No.10247849   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7857

Mowgli was speaking as he would speak to an impatient child. Gisborne, puzzled, baffled, and a great deal annoyed,

said nothing, but stared on the ground and thought. When he looked up the man of the woods had gone.


‘It is not good,’ said a level voice from the thicket, ‘for friends to be angry. Wait till the evening, Sahib, when the air



Left to himself thus, dropped as it were in the heart of the rukh, Gisborne swore, then laughed, remounted his pony,

and rode on. He visited a ranger’s hut, overlooked a couple of new plantations, left some orders as to the burning of a patch

of dry grass, and set out for a camping-ground of his own choice, a pile of splintered rocks roughly roofed over with

branches and leaves, not far from the banks of the Kanye stream. It was twilight when he came in sight of his resting-place,

and the rukh was waking to the hushed ravenous life of the night.


A camp-fire flickered on the knoll, and there was the smell of a very good dinner in the wind.


‘Um,’ said Gisborne, ‘that’s better than cold meat at any rate. Now the only man who’d be likely to be here’d be Muller,

and, officially, he ought to be looking over the Changamanga rukh. I suppose that’s why he’s on my ground.’


The gigantic German who was the head of the Woods and Forests of all India, Head Ranger from Burma to Bombay,

had a habit of flitting batlike without warning from one place to another, and turning up exactly where he was least looked

for. His theory was that sudden visitations, the discovery of shortcomings and a word-of-mouth upbraiding of a

subordinate were infinitely better than the slow processes of correspondence, which might end in a written and official

reprimand — a thing in after years to be counted against a Forest Officer’s record. As he explained it: ‘If I only talk to my

boys like a Dutch uncle, dey say, “It was only dot damned old Muller,’’ and dey do better next dime. But if my fat-head clerk

he write and say dot Muller der Inspecdor-General fail to onderstand and is much annoyed, first dot does no goot because

I am not dere, and, second, der fool dot comes after me he may say to my best boys: “Look here, you haf been wigged by my

bredecessor.” I tell you der big brass-hat pizness does not make der trees grow.’


Muller’s deep voice was coming out of the darkness behind the firelight as he bent over the shoulders of his pet cook.

‘Not so much sauce, you son of Belial! Worcester sauce he is a gondiment and not a fluid. Ah, Gisborne, you haf come to a

very bad dinner. Where is your camp?’ and he walked up to shake hands.


‘I’m the camp, sir,’ said Gisborne. ‘I didn’t know you were about here.’


Muller looked at the young man’s trim figure. ‘Goot! That is very goot! One horse and some cold things to eat. When I

was young I did my camp so. Now you shall dine with me. I went into Headquarters to make up my rebort last month. I haf

written half — ho! ho! — and der rest I haf leaved to my glerks and come out for a walk. Der Government is mad about dose

reborts. I dold der Viceroy so at Simla.’


Gisborne chuckled, remembering the many tales that were told of Muller’s conflicts with the Supreme Government.

He was the chartered libertine of all the offices, for as a Forest Officer he had no equal.


‘If I find you, Gisborne, sitting in your bungalow and hatching reborts to me about der blantations instead of riding

der blantations, I will dransfer you to der middle of der Bikaneer Desert to reforest him. I am sick of reborts and chewing

paper when we should do our work.’


‘There’s not much danger of my wasting time over my annuals. I hate them as much as you do, sir.’


The talk went over at this point to professional matters. Muller had some questions to ask, and Gisborne orders and

hints to receive, till dinner was ready. It was the most civilised meal Gisborne had eaten for months. No distance from the

base of supplies was allowed to interfere with the work of Muller’s cook; and that table spread in the wilderness began with

devilled small fresh-water fish, and ended with coffee and cognac.


‘Ah!’ said Muller at the end, with a sigh of satisfaction as he lighted a cheroot and dropped into his much worn

campchair. ‘When I am making reborts I am Freethinker und Atheist, but here in der rukh I am more than Christian. I am

Bagan also.’ He rolled the cheroot-butt luxuriously under his tongue, dropped his hands on his knees, and stared before

him into the dim shifting heart of the rukh, full of stealthy noises; the snapping of twigs like the snapping of the fire behind

him; the sigh and rustle of a heat-bended branch recovering her straightness in the cool night; the incessant mutter of the

Kanye stream, and the undernote of the many-peopled grass uplands out of sight beyond a swell of hill. He blew out a thick

Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:51 p.m. No.10247850   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7978



JEWS Always DISGUISING Their TYRANNY By Changing the Name:






the Bait

*Kill the Goyim Upper Class/ Monarchy.

*Tell the Sheeple: Equality for All.

*No Class Structure, no rich and poor.


the Switch

*Once in power, Jews TAKE All the Money and Resources.

*Murder Christians, Take Away All Individual Rights. Tyranny.

*Harsh Labor, Poverty and Starvation for the sheeple.


Control the Narrative by controlling all avenues of Information. Push "Jews are Victims" Propaganda.




"Since 1917"


Anonymous ID: da9ce2 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247855   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8108

Global MSM is gleefully reporting on the shooting outside the WH grounds. But nary a mention of what Trumps aid after the presser recommenced: that Obama and others in the Obama administration are guilty of treason. What's bigger? A nut-job shoots off a round and is quickly taken down without further incident (as far as we know so far). Or the President of the United States states clearly and bluntly on national television that the former president Obama is guilty of treason which is (inter alia) punishable by death. That seems like big, juicy, scandalous, ratings-grabbing news to me, whether you love POTUS or hate him. So clearly it's something the MSM does not want us to hear.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247857   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>The gigantic German who was the head of the Woods and Forests of all India, Head Ranger from Burma to Bombay,


>had a habit of flitting batlike without warning from one place to another, and turning up exactly where he was least looked



Anonymous ID: a6ca7d Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247859   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Biden = You're just investigating Ukraine money laundering because I'm running for President.


Rice = You're just investigating Benghazi and spying on the Trump Campaign because I'm running.

Anonymous ID: 724c82 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247863   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7883 >>7903

POTUS missed a great opportunity today.

He could have returned to the briefing room and

placed blame for a deranged shooter squarely on

the press. He could have told them that their

constant lies, slander and harassment are

weaponizing weak minds

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247865   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7882

‘That also I can believe. Go then back to my house, and when I return I will send the notes by a runner to the Bank,

and there shall be no more said. Thou art too old for the jail-khana. Also thy household is guiltless.’


For answer Abdul Gafur sobbed between Gisborne’s cowhide riding-boots.


‘Is there no dismissal then?’ he gulped.


‘That we shall see. It hangs upon thy conduct when we return. Get upon the mare and ride slowly back.’


‘But the devils! The rukh is full of devils.’


‘No matter, my father. They will do thee no more harm unless, indeed, the Sahib’s orders be not obeyed,’ said Mowgli.

‘Then, perchance, they may drive thee home — by the road of the nilghai.’


Abdul Gafur’s lower jaw dropped as he twisted up his waist-cloth, staring at Mowgli.


‘Are they his devils? His devils! And I had thought to return and lay the blame upon this warlock!’


‘That was well thought of, Huzrut; but before we make a trap we see first how big the game is that may fall into it. Now

I thought no more than that a man had taken one of the Sahib’s horses. I did not know that the design was to make me a

thief before the Sahib, or my devils had haled thee here by the leg. It is not too late now.’


Mowgli looked inquiringly at Gisborne; but Abdul Gafur waddled hastily to the white mare, scrambled on her back and

fled, the woodways crashing and echoing behind him.


‘That was well done,’ said Mowgli. ‘But he will fall again unless he holds by the mane.’


‘Now it is time to tell me what these things mean,’ said Gisborne a little sternly. ‘What is this talk of thy devils? How

can men be driven up and down the rukh like cattle? Give answer.’


‘Is the Sahib angry because I have saved him his money?’


‘No, but there is trick-work in this that does not please me.’


‘Very good. Now if I rose and stepped three paces into the rukh there is no one, not even the Sahib, could find me till I



choose. As I would not willingly do this, so I would not willingly tell. Have patience a little, Sahib, and some day I will show

thee everything, for, if thou wilt, some day we will drive the buck together. There is no devil-work in the matter at all. Only

… I know the rukh as a man knows the cooking-place in his house.’

Anonymous ID: 428be9 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:52 p.m. No.10247866   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7942 >>8126 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295

Did Judge Sullivan violate 28 USC §§ 455(a) + 455(b)(5)(i)”:


Any justice, judge, or magistrate judge of the United States shall disqualify himself in any proceeding in which his impartiality might reasonably be questioned.

(5) He or his spouse, or a person within the third degree of relationship to either of them, or the spouse of such a person:


Is a party to the proceeding, or an officer, director, or trustee of a party;


Stay tuned, the issue will be addressed tomorrow morning!

Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 5:53 p.m. No.10247867   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7895




Now, in my view, the fundamental place to challenge the exploitation theory is not over the labor theory of value or the iron law of wages, but here, over its conceptual framework—over the doctrines of the primacy of wages and the deduction of profits from wages. Furthermore, it is precisely classical economics itself which provides the means for making this challenge. For classical economics implies that it is false to claim that wages are the original form of income and that profits are a deduction from them. This becomes apparent, as soon as we define our terms along classical lines:


"Profit" is the excess of receipts from the sale of products over the money costs of producing them—over, it must be repeated, the money costs of producing them.


A "capitalist" is one who buys in order subsequently to sell for a profit.


"Wages" are money paid in exchange for the performance of labor—not for the products of labor, but for the performance of labor itself.


On the basis of these definitions it follows that, if there are merely workers producing and selling their products, the money which they receive in the sale of their products is not wages. "Demand for commodities," to quote John Stuart Mill, "is not demand for labour."8 In buying commodities, one does not pay wages, and in selling commodities, one does not receive wages.


In the pre-capitalist economy, if such an economy ever in fact existed, all income recipients in the process of production are workers. But the incomes of those workers are not wages. They are, in fact, profits. Indeed, all income earned in producing products for sale in the pre-capitalist economy is profit or "surplus value"; no income earned in producing products for sale in such an economy is wages. For what the workers of a pre-capitalist economy receive are receipts from the sale of products. But they have no money costs of production to deduct from those sales receipts, for they have not acted as capitalists: They have not bought anything for the purpose of making possible their sales receipts, and therefore they have no money costs. The difference between receipts from the sale of products and zero money costs of production is the full magnitude of the sales receipts.


Thus, in the pre-capitalist economy, only workers receive incomes and there is no money capital. But all the incomes which the workers receive are profits, and none are wages. In the sequence C-M-C, everything is "surplus value"—one-hundred percent of the sales receipts and an infinite percentage of the zero money capital. In the sequence M-C- M', a smaller proportion of the incomes is "surplus value"—in degree that M is large relative to M'.


This same conclusion, that in the pre-capitalist economy all income is profit, and no income is wages, can be arrived at by way of Ricardo's badly misunderstood proposition that "profits rise as wages fall and fall as wages rise." The wages paid in production, according to Ricardo, are paid by capitalists, not by consumers. If, as in the pre-capitalist economy, there are no capitalists, then there are no wages paid in production, and if there are no wages paid in production, the full income earned must be profits.


Smith and Marx are wrong. Wages are not the primary form of income in production. Profits are. In order for wages to exist in production, it is first necessary that there be capitalists. The emergence of capitalists does not bring into existence the phenomenon of profit. Profit exists prior to their emergence. The emergence of capitalists brings into existence the phenomena of wages and money costs of production.

Anonymous ID: b54b61 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:53 p.m. No.10247870   🗄️.is 🔗kun


That cardboard's really gonna stop the spread! It's just gonna start breaking their lil minds before they even get a chance to use em. Child abuse! Take your grand baby out! It's only kindergarten!

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:53 p.m. No.10247872   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7907

‘Ho! ho!’ said Mowgli lazily, with shut eyes. ‘He has dropped off. Well, first the mare will come and then the man.’

Then he yawned as Gisborne’s pony stallion neighed. Three minutes later Gisborne’s white mare, saddled, bridled, but

riderless, tore into the glade where they were sitting, and hurried to her companion.


‘She is not very warm,’ said Mowgli, ‘but in this heat the sweat comes easily. Presently we shall see her rider, for a man

goes more slowly than a horse — especially if he chance to be a fat man and old.’


‘Allah! This is the devil’s work,’ cried Gisborne leaping to his feet, for he heard a yell in the jungle.


‘Have no care, Sahib. He will not be hurt. He also will say that it is devil’s work. Ah! Listen! Who is that?’


It was the voice of Abdul Gafur in an agony of terror, crying out upon unknown things to spare him and his gray hairs.



‘Nay, I cannot move another step,’ he howled. ‘I am old and my turban is lost. Arre! Arre! But I will move. Indeed I will

hasten. I will run! Oh, Devils of the Pit, I am a Mussulman!’


The undergrowth parted and gave up Abdul Gafur, turbanless, shoeless, with his waist-cloth unbound, mud and grass

in his clutched hands, and his face purple. He saw Gisborne, yelled anew, and pitched forward, exhausted and quivering, at

his feet. Mowgli watched him with a sweet smile.


‘This is no joke,’ said Gisborne sternly. ‘The man is like to die, Mowgli.’


‘He will not die. He is only afraid. There was no need that he should have come out of a walk.’


Abdul Gafur groaned and rose up, shaking in every limb.


‘It was witchcraft — witchcraft and devildom! ‘ he sobbed, fumbling with his hand in his breast. ‘Because of my sin I

have been whipped through the woods by devils. It is all finished. I repent. Take them, Sahib!’ He held out a roll of dirty



‘What is the meaning of this, Abdul Gafur?’ said Gisborne, already knowing what would come.


‘Put me in the jail-khana — the notes are all here — but lock me up safely that no devils may follow. I have sinned

against the Sahib and his salt which I have eaten; and but for those accursed wood-demons, I might have bought land afar

off and lived in peace all my days.’ He beat his head upon the ground in an agony of despair and mortification. Gisborne

turned the roll of notes over and over. It was his accumulated back-pay for the last nine months — the roll that lay in the

drawer with the home-letters and the recapping machine. Mowgli watched Abdul Gafur, laughing noiselessly to himself.

‘There is no need to put me on the horse again. I will walk home slowly with the Sahib, and then he can send me under

guard to the jail-khana. The Government gives many years for this offence,’ said the butler sullenly.


Loneliness in the rukh affects very many ideas about very many things. Gisborne stared at Abdul Gafur, remembering

that he was a very good servant, and that a new butler must be broken into the ways of the house from the beginning, and

at the best would be a new face and a new tongue.


‘Listen, Abdul Gafur,’ he said. 'Thou hast done great wrong, and altogether lost thy izzat and thy reputation. But I

think that this came upon thee suddenly.’


‘Allah! I had never desired the notes before. The Evil took me by the throat while I looked.’

Anonymous ID: 6e5f05 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:54 p.m. No.10247876   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7891 >>7986



Call out notables and check em'


Notables are NOT endorsements



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Notetakers step up


>>10247705 A lawsuit filed by a Florida couple claims a local hospital lost the body of their newborn son.

>>10247698 Proof that Karl Marx was motivated by Satanism: Know your enemy's beliefs, how [they] think.

>>10247687 FBI spy foretold Michael Flynn's fall, ex-student says

>>10247649 Lebanon building gallows

>>10247645 (2019) America Falls Into Rabbit Hole—Cheshire Cat Reminds Them “We're All Mad Here”

>>10247628 Antifa recruitment with phone number


Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:54 p.m. No.10247880   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘If a man could herd clouds he might do that thing; but, Mowgli, if as thou sayest, thou art herder in the rukh for no

gain and for no pay —’


‘It is the Sahib’s rukh,’ said Mowgli, quickly looking up. Gisborne nodded thanks and went on: ‘Would it not be better

to work for pay from the Government? There is a pension at the end of long service.’


‘Of that I have thought,’ said Mowgli, ‘but the rangers live in huts with shut doors, and all that is all too much a trap to

me. Yet I think —’


‘Think well then and tell me later. Here we will stay for breakfast.’


Gisborne dismounted, took his morning meal from his home-made saddle-bags, and saw the day open hot above the

rukh. Mowgli lay in the grass at his side staring up to the sky.


Presently he said in a lazy whisper: ‘Sahib, is there any order at the bungalow to take out the white mare today.’


‘No, she is fat and old and a little lame beside. Why?’


‘She is being ridden now and not slowly on the road that runs to the railway line.’


‘Bah, that is two koss away. It is a woodpecker.’


Mowgli put up his forearm to keep the sun out of his eyes.


‘The road curves in with a big curve from the bungalow. It is not more than a koss, at the farthest, as the kite goes; and

sound flies with the birds. Shall we see?’


‘What folly! To run a koss in this sun to see a noise in the forest.’


‘Nay, the pony is the Sahib’s pony. I meant only to bring her here. If she is not the Sahib’s pony, no matter. If she is,

the Sahib can do what he wills. She is certainly being ridden hard.’


‘And how wilt thou bring her here, madman?’


‘Has the Sahib forgotten? By the road of the nilghai and no other.’


‘Up then and run if thou art so full of zeal.’


‘Oh, I do not run!’ He put out his hand to sign for silence, and still lying on his back called aloud thrice — with a deep

gurgling cry that was new to Gisborne.


‘She will come,’ he said at the end. ‘Let us wait in the shade.’ The long eyelashes drooped over the wild eyes as Mowgli

began to doze in the morning hush. Gisborne waited patiently Mowgli was surely mad, but as entertaining a companion as

a lonely Forest Officer could desire.

Anonymous ID: 3330bd Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247884   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8034

This isn’t a campaign, it’s a total shitshow.

Anonymous ID: 03b5e7 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247886   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7980 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295

Every stop we’ve made today, @EricTrump

has made it a point to say thank you to all the amazing law enforcement officers keeping our events and neighborhoods safe. We need a President who will not bow down to the Defund the Police movement, and we have that in @realDonaldTrump!

Anonymous ID: df359e Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247889   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7993 >>8024


The sad part is my daughter used to be a strong Conservative; even worked as an intern for TN Rebel Senator in DC. Married, moved to Sonoma, CA for a few years, and now the TDS is off the hook. Overachiever will have to learn on her own. So sad.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247890   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7899

‘He has no caste,’ said Abdul Gafur. He will do anything. Look to it, Sahib, that he does not do too much. A snake is a

snake, and a jungle-gipsy is a thief till the death.’


‘Be silent, then,’ said Gisborne. ‘I allow thee to correct thy own household if there is not too much noise, because I

know thy customs and use. My custom thou dost not know. The man is without doubt a little mad.’


‘Very little mad indeed,’ said Abdul Gafur. ‘But we shall see what comes thereof.’


A few days later on his business took Gisborne into the rukh for three days. Abdul Gafur being old and fat was left at

home. He did not approve of lying up in rangers’ huts, and was inclined to levy contributions in his master’s name of grain

and oil and milk from those who could ill afford such benevolences. Gisborne rode off early one dawn a little vexed that his



man of the woods was not at the verandah to accompany him. He liked him — liked his strength, fleetness, and silence of

foot, and his ever-ready open smile; his ignorance of all forms of ceremony and salutations, and the childlike tales that he

would tell (and Gisborne would credit now) of what the game was doing in the rukh. After an hour’s riding through the

greenery, he heard a rustle behind him, and Mowgli trotted at his stirrup.


‘We have a three days’ work toward,’ said Gisborne, ‘among the new trees.’


‘Good,’ said Mowgli. ‘It is always good to cherish young trees. They make cover if the beasts leave them alone. We must

shift the pig again.’


‘Again? How?’ Gisborne smiled.


‘Oh, they were rooting and tusking among the young sal last night, and I drove them off. Therefore I did not come to

the verandah this morning. The pig should not be on this side of the rukh at all. We must keep them below the head of the

Kanye river.’

Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247895   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7932 >>7967


Accordingly, the profits which exist in a capitalist society are not a deduction from what was originally wages. On the contrary, the wages and the other money costs are a deduction from sales receipts—from what was originally all profit. The effect of capitalism is to create wages and to reduce profits relative to sales receipts. The more economically capitalistic the economy—the more the buying in order to sell relative to the sales receipts, the higher are wages and the lower are profits relative to sales receipts.


Thus, capitalists do not impoverish wage earners, but make it possible for people to be wage earners. For they are responsible not for the phenomenon of profits, but for the phenomenon of wages. They are responsible for the very existence of wages in the production of products for sale. Without capitalists, the only way in which one could survive would be by means of producing and selling one's own products, namely, as a profit earner. But to produce and sell one's own products, one would have to own one's own land, and produce or have inherited one's own tools and materials. Relatively few people could survive in this way. The existence of capitalists makes it possible for people to live by selling their labor rather than attempting to sell the products of their labor. Thus, between wage earners and capitalists there is in fact the closest possible harmony of interests, for capitalists create wages and the ability of people to survive and prosper as wage earners. And if wage earners want a larger relative share for wages and a smaller relative share for profits, they should want a higher economic degree of capitalism—they should want more and bigger capitalists.


Historical confirmation of the theory I am propounding can be found in Prof. Hayek's Introduction to Capitalism and the Historians. There we find such statements as: "The actual history of the connection between capitalism and the rise of the proletariat is almost the exact opposite of that which these theories of the expropriation of the masses suggest." And: "The proletariat which capitalism can be said to have 'created' was thus not a proportion of the population which would have existed without it and which it degraded to a lower level; it was an additional population which was enabled to grow up by the new opportunities for employment which capitalism provided."9


The correct theory, as well as the actual history, is the exact opposite of the doctrine of the primacy of wages.

Anonymous ID: 20644c Aug. 10, 2020, 5:55 p.m. No.10247896   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8174

I just got one of those BANNED notices I have been seeing others post today. The color scheme was green which has not been the norm. And for the first time, a pic showed in the bottom left corner of the notice which showed some sex scene.


Something Codemonkey is doing, Tor itself, or what?



Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:56 p.m. No.10247899   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>‘Oh, they were rooting and tusking among the young sal last night, and I drove them off. Therefore I did not come to


>the verandah this morning. The pig should not be on this side of the rukh at all. We must keep them below the head of the


>Kanye river.’

Anonymous ID: 9a00e8 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:56 p.m. No.10247902   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>without even knowing the motivation of the shooter? That's what dems do…blame first, ask questions later.


>He has plenty of time to do that once the details are found out.

Anonymous ID: 02c15f Aug. 10, 2020, 5:56 p.m. No.10247907   🗄️.is 🔗kun


Just like you said a few breads back

“It’s getting hard to make up shit that sounds interesting”.


You’ve out done yourself on his Stupid post.

Anonymous ID: 4b4ae3 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:56 p.m. No.10247909   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7935

Federal Election Commission - OIG - Core Values

Honesty, Collaboration, Commitment, Balance, Service & Respect.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:56 p.m. No.10247910   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘That is a new trick to me. Canst thou run as swiftly as the nilghai, then?’


‘The Sahib has seen. If the Sahib needs more knowledge at any time of the movings of the game, I, Mowgli, am here.

This is a good rukh, and I shall stay.’


‘Stay then, and if thou hast need of a meal at any time my servants shall give thee one.’


‘Yes, indeed, I am fond of cooked food,’ Mowgli answered quickly. ‘No man may say that I do not eat boiled and roast

as much as any other man. I will come for that meal. Now, on my part, I promise that the Sahib shall sleep safely in his

house by night, and no thief shall break in to carry away his so rich treasures.’


The conversation ended itself on Mowgli’s abrupt departure. Gisborne sat long smoking, and the upshot of his

thoughts was that in Mowgli he had found at last that ideal ranger and forest-guard for whom he and the Department were

always looking.


‘I must get him into the Government service somehow. A man who can drive nilghai would know more about the rukh

than fifty men. He’s a miracle — a lusus naturae— but a forest-guard he must be if he’ll only settle down in one place,’ said



Abdul Gafur’s opinion was less favourable. He confided to Gisborne at bedtime that strangers from God-knew-where

were more than likely to be professional thieves, and that he personally did not approve of naked outcastes who had not

the proper manner of addressing white people. Gisborne laughed and bade him go to his quarters, and Abdul Gafur

retreated growling. Later in the night he found occasion to rise up and beat his thirteen-year-old daughter. Nobody knew

the cause of dispute, but Gisborne heard the cry.


Through the days that followed Mowgli came and went like a shadow. He had established himself and his wild house¬

keeping close to the bungalow, but on the edge of the rukh, where Gisborne, going out on to the verandah for a breath of

cool air, would see him sometimes sitting in the moonlight, his forehead on his knees, or lying out along the fling of a

branch, closely pressed to it as some beast of the night. Thence Mowgli would throw him a salutation and bid him sleep at

ease, or descending would weave prodigious stories of the manners of the beasts in the rukh. Once he wandered into the

stables and was found looking at the horses with deep interest.


‘That,’ said Abdul Gafur pointedly, ‘is sure sign that some day he will steal one. Why, if he lives about this house, does

he not take an honest employment? But no, he must wander up and down like a loose camel, turning the heads of fools and

opening the jaws of the unwise to folly.’ So Abdul Gafur would give harsh orders to Mowgli when they met, would bid him

fetch water and pluck fowls, and Mowgli, laughing unconcernedly, would obey.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:57 p.m. No.10247914   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘As for the sow’s carcase, I will show thee her bones tomorrow,’ Mowgli returned, absolutely unmoved. ‘Touching the

matter of the nilghai, if the Sahib will sit here very still I will drive one nilghai up to this place, and by listening to the

sounds carefully, the Sahib can tell whence that nilghai has been driven.’


‘Mowgli, the jungle has made thee mad,’ said Gisborne. ‘Who can drive nilghai?’


‘Still — sit still, then. I go.’


‘Gad, the man’s a ghost!’ said Gisborne; for Mowgli had faded out into the darkness and there was no sound of feet.

The rukh lay out in great velvety folds in the uncertain shimmer of the stardust — so still that the least little wandering

wind among the tree-tops came up as the sigh of a child sleeping equably. Abdul Gafur in the cook-house was clicking

plates together.


‘Be still there!’ shouted Gisborne, and composed himself to listen as a man can who is used to the stillness of the rukh.

It had been his custom, to preserve his self-respect in his isolation, to dress for dinner each night, and the stiff white

shirtfront creaked with his regular breathing till he shifted a little sideways. Then the tobacco of a somewhat foul pipe

began to purr, and he threw the pipe from him. Now, except for the nightbreath in the rukh, everything was dumb.


From an inconceivable distance, and drawled through immeasurable darkness, came the faint, faint echo of a wolf s

howl. Then silence again for, it seemed, long hours. At last, when his legs below the knees had lost all feeling, Gisborne

heard something that might have been a crash far off through the undergrowth. He doubted till it was repeated again and

yet again.


‘That’s from the west,’ he muttered; ‘there’s something on foot there.’ The noise increased — crash on crash, plunge on

plunge — with the thick grunting of a hotly pressed nilghai, flying in panic terror and taking no heed to his course.


A shadow blundered out from between the tree-trunks, wheeled back, turned again grunting, and with a clatter on the

bare ground dashed up almost within reach of his hand. It was a bull nilghai, dripping with dew — his withers hung with a



torn trail of creeper, his eyes shining in the light from the house. The creature checked at sight of the man, and fled along

the edge of the rukh till he melted in the darkness. The first idea in Gisborne’s bewildered mind was the indecency of thus

dragging out for inspection the big blue bull of the rukh — the putting him through his paces in the night which should

have been his own.


Then said a smooth voice at his ear as he stood staring:


‘He came from the water-head where he was leading the herd. From the west he came. Does the Sahib believe now, or

shall I bring up the herd to be counted? The Sahib is in charge of this rukh.’


Mowgli had reseated himself on the verandah, breathing a little quickly. Gisborne looked at him with open mouth.

‘How was that accomplished?’ he said.


The Sahib saw. The bull was driven — driven as a buffalo is. Ho! ho! He will have a fine tale to tell when he returns to

the herd.’

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:58 p.m. No.10247925   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘Only a thief from the jungle would rob here,’ said Abdul Gafur, setting down a plate with a clatter. Mowgli opened his

eyes wide and stared at the white-bearded Mohammedan.


‘In my country when goats bleat very loud we cut their throats,’ he returned cheerfully. ‘But have no fear, thou. I am



He turned and disappeared into the rukh. Gisborne looked after him with a laugh that ended in a little sigh. There was

not much outside his regular work to interest the Forest Officer, and this son of the forest, who seemed to know tigers as

other people know dogs, would have been a diversion.


‘He’s a most wonderful chap,’ thought Gisborne; ‘he’s like the illustrations in the Classical Dictionary. I wish I could

have made him a gunboy. There’s no fun in shikarring alone, and this fellow would have been a perfect shikarri. I wonder

what in the world he is.’


That evening he sat on the verandah under the stars smoking as he wondered. A puff of smoke curled from the

pipebowl. As it cleared he was aware of Mowgli sitting with arms crossed on the verandah edge. A ghost could not have

drifted up more noiselessly. Gisborne started and let the pipe drop.


‘There is no man to talk to out there in the rukh,’ said Mowgli; ‘I came here, therefore.’ He picked up the pipe and

returned it to Gisborne.


‘Oh,’ said Gisborne, and after a long pause, ‘What news is there in the rukh? Hast thou found another tiger?’


‘The nilghai are changing their feeding-ground against the new moon, as is their custom. The pig are feeding near the

Kanye river now, because they will not feed with the nilghai, and one of their sows has been killed by a leopard in the long

grass at the water-head. I do not know any more.’


‘And how didst thou know all these things?’ said Gisborne, leaning forward and looking at the eyes that glittered in the



‘How should I not know? The nilghai has his custom and his use, and a child knows that pig will not feed with him.’


‘I do not know this,’ said Gisborne.


‘Tck! Tck! And thou art in charge — so the men of the huts tell me — in charge of all this rukh.’ He laughed to himself.


‘It is well enough to talk and to tell child’s tales,’ Gisborne retorted, nettled at the chuckle. ‘To say that this and that

goes on in the rukh. No man can deny thee.’

Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:58 p.m. No.10247926   🗄️.is 🔗kun



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Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 5:58 p.m. No.10247932   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7947


In a pre-capitalist economy, the income of labor is profit, and profit is thus obviously a labor income. In a capitalist economy, too, there are many instances in which profits are obviously a labor income: all the cases in which businessmen perform labor in their own enterprises, whether in a managerial or manual capacity. Yet the practice of economics—in disregard of that of accounting and of business itself—has been to classify all such income as wages, and to reserve the term profit (most of which it has come to call interest) for describing income received by virtue of the ownership of capital.


I shall argue that in a capitalist economy, no less than in a pre-capitalist economy, profit is still a labor income—an income attributable to the labor of businessmen and capitalists—and that this is so even though profits are for the most part earned as a rate of return on capital and tend to vary with the amount of capital invested.


The variation of profits with the size of the capital invested is perfectly compatible with their being attributable to the labor of those who earn them, because in a capitalist economy the labor of profit earners tends to be predominantly of an intellectual nature—a work of thinking, planning, and decision making. At the same time, capital stands as the means by which businessmen and capitalists implement their plans—it is their means of buying the labor of helpers and of equipping those helpers and providing them with materials of work. Thus, the possession of capital serves to multiply the efficacy of the businessmen's and capitalists' labor, for the more of it they possess, the greater is the scale on which they can implement their ideas. For example, a businessman who thinks of a better way to produce something can apply that better way on ten times the scale if he owns ten factories than if he owns only one. The fact that in the one case the same labor on his part leads to ten times the profit as in the other case is perfectly consistent with the whole profit still being attributable to his labor.


The compound variation of profits with the passage of time is also perfectly consistent with the fact that they are the product of the businessmen's and capitalists' labor. The relationship of profits to the passage of time derives from the fact that profits vary with the size of the capital invested per period of time. If one can earn profits in proportion to one's capital in any given period of time, then if investment for a longer period is to be competitive, one must earn the profits that one could have earned in the shorter period plus the profits one could have earned by the reinvestment of one's capital and its profits.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:58 p.m. No.10247934   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘A dog’s death for a dog,’ said Mowgli quietly. ‘Indeed there is nothing in that carrion worth taking away.’


‘The whiskers. Dost thou not take the whiskers?’ said Gisborne, who knew how the rangers valued such things.


‘I? Am I a lousy shikarri of the jungle to paddle with a tiger’s muzzle? Let him lie. Here come his friends already.’


A dropping kite whistled shrilly overhead, as Gisborne snapped out the empty shells, and wiped his face.


‘And if thou art not a shikarri, where didst thou learn thy knowledge of the tiger-folk?’ said he. ‘No tracker could have

done better.’


‘I hate all tigers,’ said Mowgli curtly. ‘Let the Sahib give me his gun to carry. Arre, it is a very fine one. And where does

the Sahib go now?’


‘To my house.’


‘May I come? I have never yet looked within a white man’s house.’


Gisborne returned to his bungalow, Mowgli striding noiselessly before him, his brown skin glistening in the sunlight.


He stared curiously at the verandah and the two chairs there, fingered the split bamboo shade curtains with suspicion,

and entered, looking always behind him. Gisborne loosed a curtain to keep out the sun. It dropped with a clatter, but

almost before it touched the flagging of the verandah Mowgli had leaped clear, and was standing with heaving chest in the



‘It is a trap,’ he said quickly.


Gisborne laughed. ‘White men do not trap men. Indeed thou art altogether of the jungle.’


‘I see,’ said Mowgli, ‘it has neither catch nor fall. I— I never beheld these things till today.’


He came in on tiptoe and stared with large eyes at the furniture of the two rooms. Abdul Gafur, who was laying lunch,

looked at him with deep disgust.


‘So much trouble to eat, and so much trouble to lie down after you have eaten!’ said Mowgli with a grin. ‘We do better

in the jungle. It is very wonderful. There are very many rich things here. Is the Sahib not afraid that he may be robbed? I

have never seen such wonderful things.’ He was staring at a dusty Benares brass plate on a rickety bracket.

Anonymous ID: 4b4ae3 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:58 p.m. No.10247935   🗄️.is 🔗kun


Federal Election Commission:

Matters appropriate for an OIG investigation:


Misuse of Resources

Acquisition Fraud

Employee Misconduct



Time and Attendance Fraud

Travel Fraud

Conflicts of Interest

Ethical Violations

Abuse of Authority

Personnel Action (HR)

How to submit a complaint:

Anonymous ID: 9eb872 Aug. 10, 2020, 5:59 p.m. No.10247938   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8128




Conde Nast


Current US publications and digital assets



Architectural Digest

Bon Appétit

Condé Nast Traveler


The New Yorker

Vanity Fair





Ars Technica






Teen Vogue


Backchannel is an online magazine that publishes in-depth stories on technology-related news. Numerous prominent journalists have been recruited to write for the site, including Steven Levy,[1] Andrew Leonard,[2] Susan P. Crawford,[3] Virginia Heffernan,[4] Doug Menuez,[5]Peter Diamandis,[6] Jessi Hempel, and many others. In addition, Backchannel has interviewed many notable figures, such as Demis Hassabis[7] of Google DeepMind and Orrin Hatch[8] of the Republican Party.

Backchannel began as an in-house publication on Medium (website). In 2016, Backchannel was purchased by Condé Nast.[9] In 2017, it was announced [10] that Backchannel would be moving off of Medium and be hosted by Wired (magazine), while remaining editorially independent.


Peter Diamandis has been dug in the past by PF anons as he flew in his private luxury jet.

Dude has got a chip in his hand.

Why I Implanted an RFID Tag in My Hand

Peter Diamandis


Nov 24, 2014 · Unlisted

Last weekend I injected an RFID tag into my right hand.


It was a spur of the moment thing, really.

I was at the Singularity University Summit in Amsterdam, and an hour before I spoke, Raymond McCauley, Chair of SU’s Biotechnology & Bioinformatics Track, had an RFID tag inserted into his hand—live on stage.

The Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) tag was an xNT chipset encased in a 2x12 mm cylindrical biocompatible glass housing. It was super small — about the size of a grain of rice — and injected subcutaneously. The entire process took less than 3 minutes and looked pretty simple, so when I was offered the chance to do the same, I agreed.

The pain was minimal, a 3 out of 10, and left a small puncture wound and a bit of soreness that kept me from shaking hands for 24 hours.

The purpose for embedding such an RFID tag is still up for grabs. So, again, why do this?

In the near term, implanted devices like the xNT RFID will enable seamless interaction with the Internet of Everything (IoT) around us. Unlock doors with a wave of your hand, start your car, or perhaps pay for a coffee with bitcoin stored in memory.

But honestly, for me it’s much more of an experiment: How would I feel about having tech inserted inside my body?


Condé Nast wants out at 1WTC. Durst may not be OK with that

“They’re going to dig in like hell.”

TRD New York /

August 06, 2020 09:30 AM


Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 5:59 p.m. No.10247947   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7962


It should be realized that wages, too, which no one disputes are attributable to the labor of the wage earners, vary with things other than the expenditure of labor by the wage earners—for example, with the state of technology and the supply of capital equipment and with competitive conditions in other industries. For an income to be attributable to labor, it is by no means necessary that the performance of labor be the only factor determining its size. In fact, by such a standard, virtually nothing could be attributed to human labor beyond what people could produce with their bare hands. Income is to be attributed to the performance of labor, despite its variation with the means employed and with other external circumstances, on the principle that it is man's labor which supplies the guiding and directing intelligence in production. It is only on this basis that a worker using a steam shovel, for example, is to be credited with digging the hole he digs, no less than a worker using his bare hands, for he guides and directs the steam shovel.


Guiding and directing intelligence, not muscular exertion, is the essential characteristic of human labor. As von Mises says, "What produces the product are not toil and trouble in themselves, but the fact that the toiling is guided by reason."10 Guiding and directing intelligence in production is, of course, supplied by businessmen and capitalists on a higher level than by wage earners—a circumstance reinforcing the primary productive status of profits and profit earners over wages and wage earners.


I would like to note that the attribution of profits to the labor of businessmen and capitalists is also perfectly consistent with their simultaneously reflecting the general state of time preference in the economic system. Time preference operates to determine the general rate of return on capital, which businessmen and capitalists then earn or not on the basis of their individual productive accomplishments. Perhaps a useful analogy is the fact that consumer demand determines the general earnings of workers of a given degree of skill in comparison with those of workers of a different degree of skill. Yet, at the same time, each individual worker is responsible for his own earnings. This is merely a restatement of the principle that income is attributable to labor even though it varies with other factors as well. In the case of profit, one of those other factors, operating as a general determinant, is time preference.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6 p.m. No.10247949   🗄️.is 🔗kun


‘What do men call thee?’


‘Mowgli, Sahib. And what is the Sahib’s name?’


‘I am the warden of this rukh — Gisborne is my name.’


‘How? Do they number the trees and the blades of grass here?’


‘Even so; lest such gipsy fellows as thou set them afire.’


‘I! I would not hurt the jungle for any gift. That is my home.’


He turned to Gisborne with a smile that was irresistible, and held up a warning hand.


‘Now, Sahib, we must go a little quietly. There is no need to wake the dog, though he sleeps heavily enough. Perhaps it

were better if I went forward alone and drove him down wind to the Sahib.’


‘Allah! Since when have tigers been driven to and fro like cattle by naked men?’ said Gisborne, aghast at the man’s



He laughed again softly. ‘Nay, then, come along with me and shoot him in thy own way with the big English rifle.’


Gisborne stepped in his guide’s track, twisted, crawled, and clomb and stooped and suffered through all the many

agonies of a jungle-stalk. He was purple and dripping with sweat when Mowgli at the last bade him raise his head and peer

over a blue baked rock near a tiny hill pool. By the waterside lay the tiger extended and at ease, lazily licking clean again an

enormous elbow and fore paw. He was old, yellow-toothed, and not a little mangy, but in that setting and sunshine,

imposing enough.


Gisborne had no false ideas of sport where the man-eater was concerned. This thing was vermin, to be killed as

speedily as possible. He waited to recover his breath, rested the rifle on the rock and whistled. The brute’s head turned

slowly not twenty feet from the rifle-mouth, and Gisborne planted his shots, business-like, one behind the shoulder and

the other a little below the eye. At that range the heavy bones were no guard against the rending bullets.


‘Well, the skin was not worth keeping at any rate,’ said he, as the smoke cleared away and the beast lay kicking and

gasping in the last agony.

Anonymous ID: b59de6 Aug. 10, 2020, 6 p.m. No.10247953   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7966 >>7976 >>7992 >>8009 >>8041 >>8059 >>8117 >>8149 >>8206 >>8295 >>8413

Harry and Meghan to Focus on Black Lives Matter Activism, Says Royal Expert


Royal expert Katie Nicholl has revealed Prince Harry and Meghan Markle will be focusing more on Black Lives Matter activism, as the former praised young people for “leading the movement”.


5 eyes royals and obama spy in 2016 election and try to overthrow the us gov ? Hurricane and Harry ? Hurricane Harry ?

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6 p.m. No.10247956   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Payment was good, but vengeance was also necessary, and he took that when he could. One night of many nights a

runner, breathless and gasping, came to him with the news that a forest-guard lay dead by the Kanye stream, the side of his

head smashed in as though it had been an eggshell. Gisborne went out at dawn to look for the murderer. It is only

travellers and now and then young soldiers who are known to the world as great hunters. The Forest Officers take their

shikar as part of the day’s work, and no one hears of it. Gisborne went on foot to the place of the kill: the widow was wailing

over the corpse as it lay on a bedstead, while two or three men were looking at footprints on the moist ground. ‘That is the

Red One,’ said a man. ‘I knew he would turn to man in time, but surely there is game enough even for him. This must have

been done for devilry.’


‘The Red One lies up in the rocks at the back of the sal trees,’ said Gisborne. He knew the tiger under suspicion.


‘Not now, Sahib, not now. He will be raging and ranging to and fro. Remember that the first kill is a triple kill always.

Our blood makes them mad. He may be behind us even as we speak.’


‘He may have gone to the next hut,’ said another. ‘It is only four koss. Wallah, who is this?’


Gisborne turned with the others. A man was walking down the dried bed of the stream, naked except for the loin-cloth,

but crowned with a wreath of the tasselled blossoms of the white convolvulus creeper. So noiselessly did he move over the

little pebbles, that even Gisborne, used to the soft-footedness of trackers, started.


‘The tiger that killed,’ he began, without any salute, ‘has gone to drink, and now he is asleep under a rock beyond that

hill.’ His voice was clear and bell-like, utterly different from the usual whine of the native, and his face as he lifted it in the

sunshine might have been that of an angel strayed among the woods. The widow ceased wailing above the corpse and

looked round-eyed at the stranger, returning to her duty with double strength.


‘Shall I show the Sahib?’ he said simply.


‘If thou art sure —’ Gisborne began.


‘Sure indeed. I saw him only an hour ago — the dog. It is before his time to eat man’s flesh. He has yet a dozen sound

teeth in his evil head.’


The men kneeling above the footprints slunk off quietly, for fear that Gisborne should ask them to go with him, and

the young man laughed a little to himself.


‘Come, Sahib,’ he cried, and turned on his heel, walking before his companion.


‘Not so fast. I cannot keep that pace,’ said the white man. ‘Halt there. Thy face is new to me.’


‘That may be. I am but newly come into this forest.’


‘From what village?’


‘I am without a village. I came from over there.’ He flung out his arm towards the north.


‘A gipsy then?’


‘No, Sahib. I am a man without caste, and for matter of that without a father.’

Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 6 p.m. No.10247962   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7990


The precise nature of the work of businessmen and capitalists needs to be explained. In essence, it is to raise the productivity, and thus the real wages, of manual labor by means of creating, coordinating, and improving the efficiency of the division of labor.


Businessmen and capitalists create division of labor in founding and organizing business firms and in providing capital. Business firms are the central units of the division of labor: they represent a division of labor externally, in the division of tasks between the different firms and industries, and internally, in the breakdown of tasks among different divisions, departments, and individual workers within the firms. The provision of capital is indispensable to the existence of the division of labor in its vertical aspect, that is, to a succession of workers each beginning his work where others leave off. In its absence, workers would have to wait to be paid by the ultimate consumers. In many cases, such as the production of durable equipment, the construction of buildings, and, still more, of factories producing durable equipment, including durable equipment for the further construction of such factories, this would entail a waiting time extending beyond the lifetimes of the workers, and even beyond the lifetimes of their children. The provision of capital, therefore, introduces a necessary division of payments, as it were, which permits producers to be paid within a reasonable period of time after performing their work. And the more capitalistic—the more capital intensive —the economic system, the larger is the proportion of the labor force which can be employed in the production of temporally more remote consumers' goods.11


Businessmen and capitalists coordinate the division of labor in seeking to avoid losses and to earn higher rates of return on their capital in preference to lower rates of return. For in so doing, they are led to try to avoid over-expanding any industry relative to other industries and, at the same time, to be sure that any industry that is insufficiently expanded relative to other industries is further expanded. This is a major aspect of the significance of the principle, so well developed by the classical economists, that there is a tendency toward a uniform rate of profit on capital invested in all branches of industry.12 In addition, the managerial activity of businessmen and capitalists represents a coordination of the internal division of labor in their firms.

Anonymous ID: ead289 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:01 p.m. No.10247963   🗄️.is 🔗kun


slammed for ‘not looking human anymore’ as @KimKardashian

shares old photos

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:01 p.m. No.10247968   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8000

Abdul Gafur, his fat Mohammedan butler, fed him when he was at home, and spent the rest of the time gossiping with

the little band of native servants whose huts lay behind the bungalow. There were two grooms, a cook, a water-carrier, and

a sweeper, and that was all. Gisborne cleaned his own guns and kept no dog. Dogs scared the game, and it pleased the man

to be able to say where the subjects of his kingdom would drink at moonrise, eat before dawn, and lie up in the day’s heat.



The rangers and forest-guards lived in little huts far away in the rukh, only appearing when one of them had been injured

by a falling tree or a wild beast. There Gisborne was alone.


In spring the rukh put out few new leaves, but lay dry and still untouched by the finger of the year, waiting for rain.

Only there was then more calling and roaring in the dark on a quiet night; the tumult of a battle-royal among the tigers, the

bellowing of arrogant buck, or the steady wood-chopping of an old boar sharpening his tushes against a bole. Then

Gisborne laid aside his little-used gun altogether, for it was to him a sin to kill. In summer, through the furious May heats,

the rukh reeled in the haze, and Gisborne watched for the first sign of curling smoke that should betray a forest fire. Then

came the Rains with a roar, and the rukh was blotted out in fetch after fetch of warm mist, and the broad leaves drummed

the night through under the big drops; and there was a noise of running water, and of juicy green stuff crackling where the

wind struck it, and the lightning wove patterns behind the dense matting of the foliage, till the sun broke loose again and

the rukh stood with hot flanks smoking to the newly-washed sky. Then the heat and the dry cold subdued everything to

tiger-colour again. So Gisborne learned to know his rukh and was very happy. His pay came month by month, but he had

very little need for money. The currency notes accumulated in the drawer where he kept his homeletters and the

recapping-machine. If he drew anything, it was to make a purchase from the Calcutta Botanical Gardens, or to pay a

ranger’s widow a sum that the Government of India would never have sanctioned for her man’s death.

Anonymous ID: 0fb6d1 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:02 p.m. No.10247975   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8019 >>8026 >>8088 >>8230


Lawfagnon, any insights if this has some legal merits in it? Or are there no legal rejections to do the old switcharoo with Moochelle?

I know to be VP you have to be eligible for prez (especially when Biden will resign after 4 minutes of being in office)

Anonymous ID: 59d034 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:02 p.m. No.10247978   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8005


Zero sauce.

Just invective.

And of course you are attempting to link Bolshevism with Judaism to support your massive series of Bullshit 66 Gorillion memes which fall apart without such a link

Still no evidence. Zero. Nada. Zilch.

You try to play a long game MuhJoo shill but I'm here to ensure everyone sees you for what you are.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:02 p.m. No.10247979   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the trooping sambhur go,


But I can hear the little fawn that bleats behind the doe!


Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the crop and the upland meet,


But I can smell the warm wet wind that whispers through the wheat!’


— The Only Son.


OF the wheels of public service that turn under the Indian Government, there is none more important than the

Department of Woods and Forests. The reboisement of all India is in its hands; or will be when Government has the money

to spend. Its servants wrestle with wandering sand-torrents and shifting dunes wattling them at the sides, damming them

in front, and pegging them down atop with coarse grass and spindling pine after the rules of Nancy. They are responsible

for all the timber in the State forests of the Himalayas, as well as for the denuded hillsides that the monsoons wash into dry

gullies and aching ravines; each cut a mouth crying aloud what carelessness can do. They experiment with battalions of

foreign trees, and coax the blue gum to take root and, perhaps, dry up the Canal fever. In the plains the chief part of their

duty is to see that the belt fire-lines in the forest reserves are kept clean, so that when drought comes and the cattle starve,

they may throw the reserve open to the villager’s herds and allow the man himself to gather sticks. They poll and lop for

the stacked railway-fuel along the lines that burn no coal; they calculate the profit of their plantations to five points of

decimals; they are the doctors and midwives of the huge teak forests of Upper Burma, the rubber of the Eastern Jungles,

and the gall-nuts of the South; and they are always hampered by lack of funds. But since a Forest Officer’s business takes

him far from the beaten roads and the regular stations, he learns to grow wise in more than wood-lore alone; to know the

people and the polity of the jungle; meeting tiger, bear, leopard, wild-dog, and all the deer, not once or twice after days of

beating, but again and again in the execution of his duty. He spends much time in saddle or under canvas — the friend of

newly-planted trees, the associate of uncouth rangers and hairy trackers — till the woods, that show his care, in turn set

their mark upon him, and he ceases to sing the naughty French songs he learned at Nancy, and grows silent with the silent

things of the underbrush.


Gisborne of the Woods and Forests had spent four years in the service. At first he loved it without comprehension,

because it led him into the open on horseback and gave him authority. Then he hated it furiously, and would have given a

year’s pay for one month of such society as India affords. That crisis over, the forests took him back again, and he was

content to serve them, to deepen and widen his fire-lines, to watch the green mist of his new plantation against the older

foliage, to dredge out the choked stream, and to follow and strengthen the last struggle of the forest where it broke down

and died among the long pig-grass. On some still day that grass would be burned off, and a hundred beasts that had their

homes there would rush out before the pale flames at high noon. Later, the forest would creep forward over the blackened

ground in orderly lines of saplings, and Gisborne, watching, would be well pleased. His bungalow, a thatched white-walled

cottage of two rooms, was set at one end of the great rukh and overlooking it. He made no pretence at keeping a garden, for

the rukh swept up to his door, curled over in a thicket of bamboo, and he rode from his verandah into its heart without the

need of any carriage-drive.

Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:02 p.m. No.10247980   🗄️.is 🔗kun



All of these outrageous groups and demands wouldn't get any traction if it weren't for the Jew Owned MSM giving them prime time importance and promoting them.

Anonymous ID: 584a1a Aug. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.10247986   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>10247687 FBI spy foretold Michael Flynn's fall, ex-student says


pb on Steven Shrage

noted in #13095: >>10232392 (Video) Steven Shrage - The Man Who Introduced Spy Stefan Halper to Carter Page Holds First Interview

also >>10232384, >>10232384, >>10232703, >>10232760

Steven Shrage - The Man Who Introduced Spy Stefan Halper to Carter Page Holds First Interview

The Spies Who Hijacked America

As a doctoral candidate at Cambridge working under "FBI Informant" Stefan Halper, I had a front-row seat for Russiagate

Steven P. Schrage, PhD


'On May 19, 2018, this realization blindsided me in London as I was about to fly out for my wedding. The New York Times, NBC News and other sources had outed my PhD supervisor, Stefan Halper, as a spy known to the UK’s MI6 intelligence service as “The Walrus... The Cambridge Four’s most mythical, larger-than-life character — both literally and figuratively — is my former advisor, Halper. Codenamed “the Walrus,” in person he appears well over 300 pounds, and carries himself with grandiose airs, evoking fictional anti-heroes like Ignatius O’Reilly of Confederacy of Dunces or Shakespeare’s Falstaff...A General, a Walrus, and a “Kill Shot”...'

Anonymous ID: 298eeb Aug. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.10247990   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8158 >>8166


Finally, businessmen and capitalists continuously improve the efficiency of production as the result both of their competitive quest for exceptional rates of profit and their saving and investment for the purpose of accumulating personal fortunes. The only way to earn an exceptional rate of profit where the legal freedom of competition prevails is by being an innovator in the production of better products or equally good but less expensive products. The exceptional profits from any given innovation then disappear as competitors begin to adopt it and make it into the normal standard of an industry. This requires that one introduce repeated innovations as the condition of continuing to earn an exceptional rate of profit. In this way, the entire benefit of every innovation tends to be passed forward to the consumers in the form of better products and lower prices, with exceptional profits being entirely transitory in the case of each particular innovation and a permanent phenomenon only insofar as improvement is continuous.13


The saving of businessmen and capitalists to accumulate personal fortunes operates to achieve economic progress by ensuring that a sufficiently high proportion of the economic system's ability to produce is devoted to the production of capital goods, with the result that each year's production can begin with the existence of more capital goods than were available the year before. Their saving and investment has this effect by virtue of raising the demand for capital goods relative to the demand for consumers' goods, and thus of making profitable the greater relative production of capital goods. (A further aspect of this saving and investment is that the demand for labor is raised relative to the demand for consumers' goods.)


In the light of these facts about the nature of the productive contribution of businessmen and capitalists, it is possible to revise the classical doctrine of the labor theory of value in a way that helps to explain a steady rise in real wages and which nullifies the so-called iron law of wages. And that is simply this: In steadily raising the productivity of manual labor, the businessmen and capitalists are constantly reducing the quantity of labor required to produce virtually every good. The effect of this is steadily to reduce prices relative to wages, i.e., to raise real wages.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.10247991   🗄️.is 🔗kun


In the Rukh


The Only Son lay down again and dreamed that he dreamed a dream.


The last ash dropped from the dying fire with the click of a falling spark,


And the Only Son woke up again and called across the dark:—


‘Now, was I born of womankind and laid in a mother’s breast?


For I have dreamed of a shaggy hide whereon I went to rest.


And was I born of womankind and laid on a father’s arm?


For I have dreamed of long white teeth that guarded me from harm.


Oh, was I born of womankind and did I play alone?


For I have dreamed of playmates twain that bit me to the bone.


And did I break the barley bread and steep it in the tyre?


For I have dreamed of a youngling kid new riven from the byre.


An hour it lacks and an hour it lacks to the rising of the moon —


But I can see the black roof-beams as plain as it were noon!

Anonymous ID: b59de6 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.10247992   🗄️.is 🔗kun


they know exactly what they are doing and that they agree 100% with the BLM Marxist motto.


cover for five eyes ? have london news on drudge report and Harry promote BLM ?

Anonymous ID: b54b61 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.10247993   🗄️.is 🔗kun


So sorry anon. And it's so sad that your grand baby will pay for his parents' lack of awareness of protection for their child. I'm holding my breath as I may be in a similar spot with my child in CO & I have a 2 yr old grand son. I keep close eye & ear & tell my grown son he should get his family home back to south but my daughter-in-law is a dem & loves their liberal college town.

Anonymous ID: bcd519 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:04 p.m. No.10247996   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8001


Well if they get their way, the useful idiots are usually the first ones to be taken to the camps or eliminated by their former comrades. So if ze doesn't do it, someone will do it for them Don enough if they succeed. Take heart in knowing that they are working towards their own demise

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:04 p.m. No.10247998   🗄️.is 🔗kun




In the cage my life began;


Well I know the worth of Man.


By the Broken Lock that freed —

Man-cub, ‘ware the Man-cub’s breed!

Scenting-dew or starlight pale,

Choose no tangled tree-cat trail.


Pack or council, hunt or den,


Cry no truce with Jackal-Men.


Feed them silence when they say:

“Come with us an easy way.”


Feed them silence when they seek

Help of thine to hurt the weak.


Make no banaar’s boast of skill;


Hold thy peace above the kill.


Let nor call nor song nor sign

Turn thee from thy hunting-line.

(Morning mist or twilight clear,


Serve him, Wardens of the Deer!)

Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,

Jungle-Favour go with thee!


The Three


On the trail that thou must tread

To the thresholds of our dread,


Where the Flower blossoms red;

Through the nights when thou shalt lie

Prisoned from our Mother-sky,

Hearing us, thy loves, go by;


In the dawns when thou shalt wake

To the toil thou canst not break,

Heartsick for the Jungle’s sake:


Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,

Wisdom, Strength, and Courtesy,

Jungle-Favour go with thee!

Anonymous ID: 9a00e8 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:04 p.m. No.10248001   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>Well if they get their way, the useful idiots are usually the first ones to be taken to the camps or eliminated by their former comrades. So if ze doesn't do it, someone will do it for them Don enough if they succeed. Take heart in knowing that they are working towards their own demise

true story

Anonymous ID: 4898e8 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:04 p.m. No.10248004   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8031 >>8048 >>8173

Anons saying PB links are dead



both parts




JUST like OLD Q crumb drop Aaron Swartz articles:


Was Aaron Swartz Killed By An MIT Satanic Child Porn Ring?

By Yoichi Shimatsu

Exclusive to



The Epstein-Funded Child Porn Hub MIT Media Lab That Murdered Aaron Swartz

By Yoichi Shimatsu

Exclusive to Rense



The Suspicious Death Of Aaron Swartz

By Stephen Lendman



Aaron Swartz - Suicide Or Murder?

By Stephen Lendman



RENSE: very good reads tons of nuggets'



The article about Disney Bloodline is 20 years old and is an eye opener

will add new insights to today's digs











The Disney Bloodline -

'The Skill Of Lying, The Art Of Deceit - Part 1






The Disney Bloodline -

The Skill Of Lying, The Art Of Deceit - Part 2



All PB







>>10246122 <<<< look a pedo in our midst

>>10246275 <<<< you have to copy and paste yourself in your browser, from 2000, 20 years old article, not set up for the links back then, worth a read, tons of nuggets to be found

>>10246316 <<<<they are here












Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:05 p.m. No.10248005   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8039



I don't make memes dumbfuck.


However, I DO Expose the MASSIVE Jewish Subversion of America.


Plenty of sauce which Jew shills always ignore.


I'm here to ensure that you Jew shills gets exposed. It's what I do.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:05 p.m. No.10248006   🗄️.is 🔗kun



Anger is the egg of Fear —


Only lidless eyes are clear.

Cobra-poison none may leech.


Even so with Cobra-speech.


Open talk shall call to thee

Strength, whose mate is Courtesy.

Send no lunge beyond thy length;


Lend no rotten bough thy strength.

Gauge thy gape with buck or goat,


Lest thine eye should choke thy throat,

After gorging, wouldst thou sleep?

Look thy den is hid and deep,


Lest a wrong, by thee forgot,


Draw thy killer to the spot.


East and West and North and South,

Wash thy hide and close thy mouth.

(Pit and rift and blue pool-brim,

Middle-Jungle follow him!)


Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,

Jungle-Favour go with thee!

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 boss fight Aug. 10, 2020, 6:05 p.m. No.10248012   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The Outsong


[This is the song that Mowgli heard behind him in the Jungle till he came to Messua’s door again.]



For the sake of him who showed

One wise Frog the Jungle-Road,


Keep the Law the Man-Pack make —

For thy blind old Baloo’s sake!


Clean or tainted, hot or stale,


Flold it as it were the Trail,


Through the day and through the night,

Questing neither left nor right.


For the sake of him who loves

Thee beyond all else that moves,


When thy Pack would make thee pain,

Say: “Tabaqui sings again.”


When thy Pack would work thee ill,


Say: “Shere Khan is yet to kill.”


When the knife is drawn to slay,


Keep the Law and go thy way.


(Root and honey, palm and spathe,

Guard a cub from harm and scathe!)

Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,

Jungle-Favour go with thee!

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:06 p.m. No.10248017   🗄️.is 🔗kun

“I taught thee the Law. It is for me to speak,” he said; “and, though I cannot now see the rocks before me, I see far.

Little Frog, take thine own trail; make thy lair with thine own blood and pack and people; but when there is need of foot or

tooth or eye, or a word carried swiftly by night, remember, Master of the Jungle, the Jungle is thine at call.”


“The Middle Jungle is thine also,” said Kaa. “I speak for no small people.”


“Hai-mai, my brothers,” cried Mowgli, throwing up his arms with a sob. “I know not what I know! I would not go; but I

am drawn by both feet. How shall I leave these nights?”


“Nay, look up, Little Brother,” Baloo repeated. “There is no shame in this hunting. When the honey is eaten we leave

the empty hive.”


“Having cast the skin,” said Kaa, “we may not creep into it afresh. It is the Law.”


“Listen, dearest of all to me,” said Baloo. There is neither word nor will here to hold thee back. Look up! Who may

question the Master of the Jungle? I saw thee playing among the white pebbles yonder when thou wast a little frog; and

Bagheera, that bought thee for the price of a young bull newly killed, saw thee also. Of that Looking Over we two only

remain; for Raksha, thy lair-mother, is dead with thy lair-father; the old Wolf-Pack is long since dead; thou knowest

whither Shere Khan went, and Akela died among the dholes, where, but for thy wisdom and strength, the second Seeonee

Pack would also have died. There remains nothing but old bones. It is no longer the Man-cub that asks leave of his Pack,

but the Master of the Jungle that changes his trail. Who shall question Man in his ways?”


“But Bagheera and the Bull that bought me,” said Mowgli. “I would not-”


His words were cut short by a roar and a crash in the thicket below, and Bagheera, light, strong, and terrible as always,

stood before him.


“Therefore,” he said, stretching out a dripping right paw, “I did not come. It was a long hunt, but he lies dead in the

bushes now — a bull in his second year — the Bull that frees thee, Little Brother. All debts are paid now. For the rest, my

word is Baloo’s word.” He licked Mowgli’s foot. “Remember, Bagheera loved thee,” he cried, and bounded away. At the foot

of the hill he cried again long and loud, “Good hunting on a new trail, Master of the Jungle! Remember, Bagheera loved



“Thou hast heard,” said Baloo. “There is no more. Go now; but first come to me. O wise Little Frog, come to me!”


“It is hard to cast the skin,” said Kaa as Mowgli sobbed and sobbed, with his head on the blind bear’s side and his arms

round his neck, while Baloo tried feebly to lick his feet.


“The stars are thin,” said Gray Brother, snuffing at the dawn wind. “Where shall we lair today? for from now, we follow

new trails.”

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:07 p.m. No.10248025   🗄️.is 🔗kun

At any other season the news would have called all the Jungle together with bristling necks, but now they were busy

hunting and fighting and killing and singing. From one to another Gray Brother ran, crying, “The Master of the Jungle goes

back to Man! Come to the Council Rock.” And the happy, eager People only answered, “He will return in the summer heats.

The Rains will drive him to lair. Run and sing with us, Gray Brother.”


“But the Master of the Jungle goes back to Man,” Gray Brother would repeat.


“Eee — Yoawa? Is the Time of New Talk any less sweet for that?” they would reply. So when Mowgli, heavy-hearted,

came up through the well-remembered rocks to the place where he had been brought into the Council, he found only the

Four, Baloo, who was nearly blind with age, and the heavy, cold-blooded Kaa coiled around Akela’s empty seat.


“Thy trail ends here, then, Manling?” said Kaa, as Mowgli threw himself down, his face in his hands. “Cry thy cry. We

be of one blood, thou and I— man and snake together.”



“Why did I not die under Red Dog?’’ the boy moaned. “My strength is gone from me, and it is not any poison. By night

and by day I hear a double step upon my trail. When I turn my head it is as though one had hidden himself from me that

instant. I go to look behind the trees and he is not there. I call and none cry again; but it is as though one listened and kept

back the answer. I lie down, but I do not rest. I run the spring running, but I am not made still. I bathe, but I am not made

cool. The kill sickens me, but I have no heart to fight except I kill. The Red Flower is in my body, my bones are water — and

— I know not what I know.”


“What need of talk?” said Baloo slowly, turning his head to where Mowgli lay. “Akela by the river said it, that Mowgli

should drive Mowgli back to the Man-Pack. I said it. But who listens now to Baloo? Bagheera — where is Bagheera this

night? — he knows also. It is the Law.”


“When we met at Cold Lairs, Manling, I knew it,” said Kaa, turning a little in his mighty coils. “Man goes to Man at the

last, though the Jungle does not cast him out.”


The Four looked at one another and at Mowgli, puzzled but obedient.


“The Jungle does not cast me out, then?” Mowgli stammered.


Gray Brother and the Three growled furiously, beginning, “So long as we live none shall dare-” But Baloo checked



Anonymous ID: 2a8845 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:07 p.m. No.10248026   🗄️.is 🔗kun


I remember reading that on other sites

can't find them now, for some strange reason

why would important news like that go unreported?

what a strange world we live in


Anonymous ID: 4898e8 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:07 p.m. No.10248031   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8048 >>8067 >>8095 >>8103



Aaron Swartz



Jan 11th 2013

Aaron Hillel Swartz was an American computer programmer, entrepreneur, writer, political organizer, and Internet hacktivist. He co-founded SecureDrops with James Dolan and Kevin Paulson. It was reported that Aaron hung himself in his Brooklyn apartment. See Q drop #770 for more details.


James Dolan



Dec 27th 2017

James Dolan, co-creator of SecureDrop, dead at 36. Former colleagues speculate James died of suicide (the same fate as co-creator Aaron Swartz). SecureDrop was acquired by the Freedom of the Press Foundation - a CIA front company to catch/eliminate whistleblowers. See Q drop #770 for more details.



Snowden Now a Liability to Clowns



15 Feb 2018 - 12:12:42 PM


15 Feb 2018 - 12:01:43 PM


James Dolan. Dead suicide


Aaron swartz. Dead suicide


Kevin Paulson. Turned over securedrop to Freedom of the Press


Securedrop freedom of the press


Freedom of the press. John Barlow/Snowden/assange/John Cusack/Daniel Ellsberg/Glenn Greenwald/Laura Poitras


Snowden/Cusack. Things that can and cannot be said


Daniel Ellsberg Pentagon papers


Glenn Greenwald/Snowden The Guardian


Laura Poitras/ Snowden. The Program. William Binney


John Barlow VP Algae Systems treating waste water


Barlow/Clark burning man


Gen Clark anti Trump. WestPAC supports Clintons


I think the KEY is the media changing the narrative using securedrop. Which is dictated heavily by Snowden


The big question who controls Snowden


>James Dolan. Dead suicide

>Aaron swartz. Dead suicide

>Kevin Paulson. Turned over securedrop to Freedom of the Press

John Perry Barlow - 187 post name [DROP].


You are now a liability.


Anonymous ID: ead289 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:07 p.m. No.10248035   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8054 >>8145

"New Jersey Mandates "Temperature tracking Armbands" for Students and Staff."


You honestly think that mandated tracking chips & vaccines aren't next?

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:07 p.m. No.10248037   🗄️.is 🔗kun

“If ye had come when I called, this had never been,” said Mowgli, running much faster.


“And now what is to be?” said Gray Brother. Mowgli was going to answer when a girl in a white cloth came down some

path that led from the outskirts of the village. Gray Brother dropped out of sight at once, and Mowgli backed noiselessly

into a field of high-springing crops. He could almost have touched her with his hand when the warm, green stalks closed

before his face and he disappeared like a ghost. The girl screamed, for she thought she had seen a spirit, and then she gave

a deep sigh. Mowgli parted the stalks with his hands and watched her till she was out of sight.


“And now I do not know,” he said, sighing in his turn. “WHY did ye not come when I called?”


“We follow thee — we follow thee,” Gray Brother mumbled, licking at Mowgli’s heel. “We follow thee always, except in

the Time of the New Talk.”


“And would ye follow me to the Man-Pack?” Mowgli whispered.


“Did I not follow thee on the night our old Pack cast thee out? Who waked thee lying among the crops?”


“Ay, but again?”


“Have I not followed thee to-night?”


“Ay, but again and again, and it may be again, Gray Brother?”


Gray Brother was silent. When he spoke he growled to himself, “The Black One spoke truth.”


“And he said?”


“Man goes to Man at the last. Raksha, our mother, said-”


“So also said Akela on the night of Red Dog,” Mowgli muttered.


“So also says Kaa, who is wiser than us all.”


“What dost thou say, Gray Brother?”


“They cast thee out once, with bad talk. They cut thy mouth with stones. They sent Buldeo to slay thee. They would

have thrown thee into the Red Flower. Thou, and not I, hast said that they are evil and senseless. Thou, and not I— I follow

my own people — didst let in the Jungle upon them. Thou, and not I, didst make song against them more bitter even than

our song against Red Dog.”


“I ask thee what THOU sayest?”


They were talking as they ran. Gray Brother cantered on a while without replying, and then he said — between bound

and bound as it were — “Man-cub — Master of the Jungle — Son of Raksha, Lair-brother to me — though I forget for a little

while in the spring, thy trail is my trail, thy lair is my lair, thy kill is my kill, and thy death-fight is my death-fight. I speak

for the Three. But what wilt thou say to the Jungle?”


“That is well thought. Between the sight and the kill it is not good to wait. Go before and cry them all to the Council

Rock, and I will tell them what is in my stomach. But they may not come — in the Time of New Talk they may forget me.”


“Hast thou, then, forgotten nothing?” snapped Gray Brother over his shoulder, as he laid himself down to gallop, and

Mowgli followed, thinking.

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:08 p.m. No.10248044   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Messua laughed, and set the evening meal before him. There were only a few coarse cakes baked over the smoky fire,

some rice, and a lump of sour preserved tamarinds — just enough to go on with till he could get to his evening kill. The

smell of the dew in the marshes made him hungry and restless. He wanted to finish his spring running, but the child

insisted on sitting in his arms, and Messua would have it that his long, blue-black hair must be combed out. So she sang, as

she combed, foolish little baby-songs, now calling Mowgli her son, and now begging him to give some of his jungle power

to the child. The hut door was closed, but Mowgli heard a sound he knew well, and saw Messua’s jaw drop with horror as a

great gray paw came under the bottom of the door, and Gray Brother outside whined a muffled and penitent whine of

anxiety and fear.


“Out and wait! Ye would not come when I called,” said Mowgli in Jungle-talk, without turning his head, and the great

gray paw disappeared.


“Do not — do not bring thy — thy servants with thee,” said Messua. “I— we have always lived at peace with the



“It is peace,” said Mowgli, rising. “Think of that night on the road to Khanhiwara. There were scores of such folk before

thee and behind thee. But I see that even in springtime the Jungle People do not always forget. Mother, I go.”


Messua drew aside humbly — he was indeed a wood-god, she thought; but as his hand was on the door the mother in

her made her throw her arms round Mowgli’s neck again and again.


“Come back!” she whispered. “Son or no son, come back, for I love thee — Look, he too grieves.”


The child was crying because the man with the shiny knife was going away.


“Come back again,” Messua repeated. “By night or by day this door is never shut to thee.”


Mowgli’s throat worked as though the cords in it were being pulled, and his voice seemed to be dragged from it as he

answered, “I will surely come back.”


“And now,” he said, as he put by the head of the fawning wolf on the threshold, “I have a little cry against thee, Gray

Brother. Why came ye not all four when I called so long ago?”


“So long ago? It was but last night. I— we — were singing in the Jungle the new songs, for this is the Time of New Talk.

Rememberest thou?”



“Truly, truly.”


“And as soon as the songs were sung,” Gray Brother went on earnestly, “I followed thy trail. I ran from all the others

and followed hot-foot. But, O Little Brother, what hast THOU done, eating and sleeping with the Man-Pack?”

Anonymous ID: 5dc227 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:08 p.m. No.10248046   🗄️.is 🔗kun


>A lawsuit filed by a Florida couple claims a local hospital lost the body of their newborn son.


What if the baby wasn't dead?


Used for the adrenochromers?

Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:08 p.m. No.10248049   🗄️.is 🔗kun


Beyond question, the fever had soaked thee to the marrow.” Mowgli smiled a little at the idea of anything in the Jungle

hurting him. “I will make a fire, and thou shalt drink warm milk. Put away the jasmine wreath: the smell is heavy in so

small a place.”


Mowgli sat down, muttering, with his face in his hands. All manner of strange feelings that he had never felt before

were running over him, exactly as though he had been poisoned, and he felt dizzy and a little sick. He drank the warm milk

in long gulps, Messua patting him on the shoulder from time to time, not quite sure whether he were her son Nathoo of the

long ago days, or some wonderful Jungle being, but glad to feel that he was at least flesh and blood.


“Son,” she said at last — her eyes were full of pride — “have any told thee that thou art beautiful beyond all men?”


“Hah?” said Mowgli, for naturally he had never heard anything of the kind. Messua laughed softly and happily. The

look in his face was enough for her.


“I am the first, then? It is right, though it comes seldom, that a mother should tell her son these good things. Thou art

very beautiful. Never have I looked upon such a man.”


Mowgli twisted his head and tried to see over his own hard shoulder, and Messua laughed again so long that Mowgli,

not knowing why, was forced to laugh with her, and the child ran from one to the other, laughing too.


“Nay, thou must not mock thy brother,” said Messua, catching him to her breast. “When thou art one-half as fair we

will marry thee to the youngest daughter of a king, and thou shalt ride great elephants.”


Mowgli could not understand one word in three of the talk here; the warm milk was taking effect on him after his long

run, so he curled up and in a minute was deep asleep, and Messua put the hair back from his eyes, threw a cloth over him,

and was happy. Jungle-fashion, he slept out the rest of that night and all the next day; for his instincts, which never wholly

slept, warned him there was nothing to fear. He waked at last with a bound that shook the hut, for the cloth over his face

made him dream of traps; and there he stood, his hand on his knife, the sleep all heavy in his rolling eyes, ready for any


Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:08 p.m. No.10248056   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8066 >>8089

JEWS Always DISGUISING Their TYRANNY By Changing the Name:






the Bait

*Kill the Goyim Upper Class/ Monarchy.

*Tell the Sheeple: Equality for All.

*No Class Structure, no rich and poor.


the Switch

*Once in power, Jews TAKE All the Money and Resources.

*Murder Christians, Take Away All Individual Rights. Tyranny.

*Harsh Labor, Poverty and Starvation for the sheeple.


Control the Narrative by controlling all avenues of Information. Push "Jews are Victims" Propaganda.


>By Any Other Name…..



"Since 1917"


Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: fe18b4 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:09 p.m. No.10248057   🗄️.is 🔗kun

As he stood in the red light of the oil-lamp, strong, tall, and beautiful, his long black hair sweeping over his shoulders,

the knife swinging at his neck, and his head crowned with a wreath of white jasmine, he might easily have been mistaken

for some wild god of a jungle legend. The child half asleep on a cot sprang up and shrieked aloud with terror. Messua

turned to soothe him, while Mowgli stood still, looking in at the water-jars and the cooking-pots, the grain-bin, and all the

other human belongings that he found himself remembering so well.


“What wilt thou eat or drink?” Messua murmured. “This is all thine. We owe our lives to thee. But art thou him I called

Nathoo, or a Codling, indeed?”


“I am Nathoo,” said Mowgli, “I am very far from my own place. I saw this light, and came hither. I did not know thou

wast here.”


“After we came to Khanhiwara,” Messua said timidly, “the English would have helped us against those villagers that

sought to burn us. Rememberest thou?”


“Indeed, I have not forgotten.”


“But when the English Law was made ready, we went to the village of those evil people, and it was no more to be



“That also I remember,” said Mowgli, with a quiver of his nostril.


“My man, therefore, took service in the fields, and at last — for, indeed, he was a strong man — we held a little land

here. It is not so rich as the old village, but we do not need much — we two.”


“Where is he the man that dug in the dirt when he was afraid on that night?”


“He is dead — a year.”


“And he?” Mowgli pointed to the child.


“My son that was born two Rains ago. If thou art a Codling, give him the Favour of the Jungle, that he may be safe

among thy — thy people, as we were safe on that night.”


She lifted up the child, who, forgetting his fright, reached out to play with the knife that hung on Mowgli’s chest, and

Mowgli put the little fingers aside very carefully.


“And if thou art Nathoo whom the tiger carried away,” Messua went on, choking, “he is then thy younger brother. Give

him an elder brother’s blessing.”


“Hai-mai! What do I know of the thing called a blessing? I am neither a Codling nor his brother, and — O mother,

mother, my heart is heavy in me.” He shivered as he set down the child.


“Like enough,” said Messua, bustling among the cooking-pots. “This comes of running about the marshes by night.

Anonymous ID: 7c6f87 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:09 p.m. No.10248062   🗄️.is 🔗kun

"The god of COVID is appeased through gesture, ritual, and ceremony."


I'm thinking MIRROR. Somehow I think Brand (satanist) is actually saying that "The god of COVID is summoned through gesture, ritual and ceremony." He proceeds to explain the underpinnings of the satanic occult belief system–that ritual results in some measurable effect. Of course, in this sense, Brand is speaking the truth, masked in erudite philosophy and fake objectivity. The thought of satan does exist.



Anonymous ID: ead289 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:10 p.m. No.10248077   🗄️.is 🔗kun


NY Giants Co-Owner Steve Tisch Daughter Hilary Takes Life … Battled Depression for Years

Anonymous ID: 6db8a0 Aug. 10, 2020, 6:10 p.m. No.10248078   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8085

The Christian Holocaust: White Christian Russians Killed by Bolshevik Jews


*66 Million White Russian Christians Killed over 39 Years


*100 Million White Russian Christians Killed over 100 Years


>Why hasn't Hollywood made 1 single movie about The WHITE CHRISTIAN HOLOCAUST?


*Or a TV series showing the Horrors of the Bolshevik GULAGs?


*Why Isn't The White Christian Holocaust Taught In Schools?


Why aren't there 69 White Christian Holocaust Museums in America?


Why isn't there a NATIONAL Museum for the Christian Holocaust in Washington D.C.?