Why would they run? I thought they all are welcome to illegally enter our country and stay.
A joint U.S. Special Forces and Russian Spetznas infiltration unit has rescued 73 children from a horrific dungeon in Ukraine and slaughtered a score of abductors who had been draining the kids of adrenal fluid with plans to market them as child sex slaves afterward, a source in General Eric M. Smith’s office told Real Raw News.
The operation, which occurred last Thursday, August 10, marks the first time Vladimir Putin’s elite forces and America’s intrepid Special Operations community have cooperated in a mutual venture aimed at eradicating the Adrenochrome trade and ending the proliferation of pedophilia in a country whose president, the demon Volodymyr Zelenskyy, reportedly keeps a harem of drugged kids at his Kyiv estate.
Our source said Gen. Smith last Tuesday, August 8, received a personal telephone call from Russian Defense Minister Sergei Shoigu, who claimed to have intelligence that “people working for the pig Zelenskyy” were holding “young boys and girls,” including American citizens, in a decrepit laboratory somewhere near Nahachiv, a village in Lviv Oblast, about 5 miles east of the Polish border.
Shoigu said his forces had yet to learn the lab’s precise location but were zeroing in. He told Gen. Smith he would send Spetznas to save the children and kill their captors once he had the geographical coordinates. He then made an overture of collaboration, asking whether the general wanted his forces to join the mission, as American children were among the hostages.
Gen. Smith, our source said, pressed Shoigu for specifics and the source of his intelligence.
“We have our methods of extracting intelligence, Comrade General Smith. Perhaps we are less concerned about violating the human rights of criminals than you are. You can join us if you can get there fast enough, or we can send your children home,” Shoigu said through his human translator.
The general, our source added, was naturally suspicious but receptive to Shoigu’s offer.
“He’s always on guard for traps,” he said. “But he knows that over 400,000 kids, what they used to call Milk Carton kids, are missing and presumed to be commodities in the pedophile and Adrenochrome rings. He gave it a moment of thought and said he wanted in. Shoigu gave him instructions on where to cross the border from Poland into Ukraine to meet the Spetznas,” our source said.
“One thing, Comrade General Smith: You should know, we do not take prisoners,” Shoigu said.
Immediately following the call, Gen. Smith contacted 5th Special Forces Group commander Col. Brent Lindemen at Fort Bragg, telling him to get a platoon suited up for a holiday, his way of saying a firefight was on the horizon. He told Lindemen to pick at least two men who spoke Russian, redundancy should one fall in battle.
Special Forces crossed into Ukraine from Poland on foot the morning of Thursday, August 10, and, after meeting their Spetznas contact, hiked five miles to a makeshift camp where two dozen Spetznas were either sipping coffee from thermos mugs or unpacking and repacking rucksacks, removing unneeded gear. The team leaders, our source said, shook hands and got along swimmingly. The Spetznas leader had good news: He had located where the children were being held, a fenced compound with three structures, the ad hoc prison and two guardhouses, four miles southeast of their current location. He said his scouts already had eyes on the target and counted eight perimeter sentries, possibly more lurking indoors.
The lead Spetznas opined that the sentries ambled about like hired goons, not trained soldiers, and suggested that Special Forces tackle the guard shacks while his men assault the ramshackle textile mill that Zelenskyy had converted into an Adrenochrome siphoning plant.
“Once they suck the children dry like vampires, they feed them, make them look healthy, even put makeup on the very young girls, and bring them across the border to sell,” the Spetznas said.
They ingressed after dusk, U.S. snipers plunking down sentries with headshots while Spetznas snipped a hole in the rusted fence surrounding the buildings. Four sentries fell before the others realized they were under attack. Someone was screaming in Ukrainian, “Pidiyditʹ do ditey. Vbyty ditey,” or “Get the children. Kill the children,” but was suddenly silenced when Spetznas grabbed him from behind and slit his throat.
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As guards emerged two-by-two from a cement shack, Special Forces, now moving forward and covering one another, took them down, ensuring none reached the mill where a Spetznas was prying open the door lock.
The shrieks of screaming children pressed against the wall with an almost tangible force.
“You are safe. We are here to help,” a Spetznas said in English and in Russian. “Please keep voices down. I know you are frightened.”
Special Forces eliminated the last three guards, and a headcount of the children began. Forty-one American and 32 Russian kids were handcuffed to shackles bolted to the walls. Although many appeared nourished and generally healthy, others showed signs of anemia, dehydration, and starvation, as if the jailers were biased against certain children.
“You see, this is what they do here, every day,” a Spetznas told Special Forces.
According to our source, Spetznas summoned a QRF on standby, which came with vehicles to extract the children to a safe house for medical care, after which they would be identified and sent home.
We asked our source if the mission marks an era of cooperation between Russian and American White Hat forces.
“We share similar goals,” he said, adding that Special Forces would remain in theater until further notice.
“There’s a lot of missing kids, and only God knows how many are in Zelenskyy’s backyard,” he said.
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BO Jim censors sight. Seem legit to me, tho.
All’s Calm at Mar-a-Lago
By Michael Baxter -August 15, 202349167527
The atmosphere at the president’s Mar-a-Lago command center is eerily calm as the media makes much ado about President Trump’s seemingly precarious legal woes—multiple fraudulent indictments carrying more than 125 specious charges.
General David H. Berger, Ret., whom Trump hired last month as a personal liaison to the White Hats, sits behind a colossal oak desk and peers studiously at iPads to his left and right and two Mac Studio displays in front of him. Emails, hundreds of them, suddenly ripple across an iPad screen: indicted, indicted, indicted, indicted, indicted in Georgia, Trump indicted again, Trump indicted a fourth time, etc. He opens two. They have links to media articles saying Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis and a grand jury indicted Trump and a bevy of co-conspirators on fantastical crimes. “Rudy? Sidney? They’re really getting desperate,” he mutters, switching off the device.
A knock at his office door.
“Enter,” he says.
A Marine corporal, a scout sniper in civvies with a Sig Saur M17 holstered on his left hip, enters an access code on a keypad, then places his right thumb on a biometric scanner beside the door. “Have you heard the news, sir?”
Gen. Berger glances at him nonchalantly. “What news?” he asks gruffly. His curt tone is not an indicator of agita. It is the disciplined cadence of a hardened Marine who not only sent Marines into the trenches but also fought alongside them, spilling the same blood in the same mud.
“President Trump,” the corporal says.
“I thought you said you have news,” the general replies, asking him to switch on a large-screen TV affixed to a wall. “Not the news,” he adds.
It’s a recap of the Mets pounding the Pirates. “Even without leadership, you get lucky once in a while,” the general says. “What’s the atmosphere out there?” he asks the corporal.
“Moderately chipper,” the corporal replies. “The guys are naturally upset at what’s going on with Trump.”
The general has been glued to his chair for hours tending to important business—monitoring encoded emails and communique from Camp Pendleton, Fort Bragg, Fort Benning, Fort Gordon, and Elmendorf AFB.
The corporal asks whether the general wants food or drink.
“Coffee, black. And send Roger in here.”
Roger, a Navy SEAL and head of Trump’s Mar-a-Lago protection force, enters the office as the general swallows his last gulp of coffee. Gen. Berger hands him an iPad showing a list of munitions stored in Mar-a-Lago’s arms locker, a secure vault the size of a tractor-trailer. Roger scrolls through the list with his thumb.
“Inventory this against what’s inside, down to the last round of ammunition,” the general says. “Yes, I know we did four days ago, but it’s always a good idea to—”
A ZOOM call rings on a Mac Studio display. He answers Gen. Eric M. Smith’s call without delay. Gen. Smith has an uncharacteristic smirk on his chiseled face, his blue-grey eyes aglow with effusive interest. He speaks but doesn’t mention President Trump or the indictments.
“Sir, we got a solid bead on ‘number four,’ and I’ll have an encrypted sent your way at 0700 tomorrow,” Gen. Smith says.
“Good work, Eric, that one’s been a slippery eel,” says Gen. Berger.
“You look like you could use a breather,” Gen. Smith observes.
“I don’t have time to breathe,” says Gen. Berger. “I miss Pendleton.”
“Your presence and leadership are missed here,” says Gen. Smith.
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General Berger shuts down the devices, then slips the iPad inside a leather satchel bulging with paperwork. He leaves the office hoping his fastidious dedication is of equal value to the war effort as the Marines downrange. He prefers the tactile feel of an M-16 and seeing the fear in his enemies’ eyes to tapping computer keys and gazing at computer screens.
He steps inside a room where four Navy SEALs are field stripping and cleaning rifles on a rectangular table. One racks the charging handle on an M4A1 carbine, then removes the bolt assembly as he glances at the general. Another SEAL makes a florid display of stripping and reassembling a rifle in 60 seconds. He asks the general about his fastest time.
“Faster than you,” the general says as the other SEALs crack jokes.
“Who are we sending to Georgia, Marines or the Teams?” one SEAL asks. He makes a lighthearted joke about how Marines would sleep with any creature that moves, while SEALs have a more refined taste.
“Get over yourself, James,” Gen. Berger says. “If you came to my house, not that I’d invite you, the fish in my fish tank would stop swimming and play dead.”
“That wouldn’t deter him,” another SEAL chimes in, and laughter echoes in the room.
“There’s nothing to worry about. What’s happening now was anticipated. Good night, gentlemen, and I use that word conservatively,” the general said and grinned sardonically.
“Who’s worried?” a SEAL says.
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If any human alive besides President Trump faced four indictments and a possible 561 years in prison, he would be behind bars awaiting trial, not set free on his own recognizance to travel the nation on a presidential campaign, a Mar-a-Lago source told Real Raw News.
“This ends in a heartbeat if President Trump wants,” he said. “He pulls darkness into the light, exposing it.”
The jocosity at Mar-a-Lago, he added, is ubiquitous across all Trump-owned properties, including Bedminster, where the president has been spending most of his free time.
“Theatrics serve a cause,” he said. “More people are waking up. Every day the mail room is inundated with letters from people who used to hate Trump but now root for him. We’re talking about bags and bags and bags full. President Trump has spoken with or received letters from over 40 world leaders on his side.”
Nonetheless, Mar-a-Lago, Bedminster, and other Trump strongholds will go to battle stations when Trump squares off against his Deep State adversaries in Georgia.
“We’ll always stand ready, but for President Trump, it’s just another day in the life for a guy, the only guy, who’s actually willing to fight the establishment,” he said.
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On Vladimir Putin’s orders, Russian Armed Forces on Friday executed a roomful of Telecom executives who eschewed Putin’s 5G moratorium and began raising a new 5G tower in Moscow’s opulent Ramenki District, an elite neighborhood with the corresponding price tag for real estate.
As reported last week, Putin banned 5G throughout the Russian Federation and dismantled existing towers in Russia’s three largest cities—Moscow, St. Petersburg, and Novosibirsk—citing reports that electromagnetic frequencies had killed school children. At an earlier meeting, an agent with Putin’s Presidential Protection Force shot an MTS Telecom executive dead for questioning the Russian president’s authority.
On Friday morning, a dozen more MTS executives shared his fate, FSB agent Andrei Zakharov told Real Raw News.
He added that they were doomed to die the moment they contracted a trucking firm to haul flatbeds filled with steel latticework to the same spot in Ramenki where the Engineer Troops of the Russian Federation had toppled a tower ten days earlier.
Immediately following Thursday’s sunrise, three flatbeds carrying steel and cement pulled alongside a field that still held wreckage from the fallen tower. MTS Telecom work crews cleared debris, then poured a cement base upon which their new metallic monstrosity would stand. Within an hour, Moscow police arrived and questioned the foreman and an MTS structural engineer about why they were erecting a new 100-foot spire in contravention of Putin’s anti-5G mandate. The foreman produced a building permit purportedly signed by Moscow Mayor Sergey Sobyanin, authorizing the construction of a 4G tower to replace the demolished 5G one. The MTS guy insisted he had obtained all required permits and assured police that the trucks did not carry 5G telecommunications equipment.
Nonetheless, the police ordered him to cease and desist until their superiors could validate the paperwork, for they had yet to receive notice. Several officers stayed on site to ensure the crews complied with instructions. As the crews meandered about impatiently, the MTS executive told police he had forgotten to give them a critical license and asked permission to retrieve it from his vehicle. It wasn’t a license but a petition purportedly signed by 50,000 Moscow residents demanding the reinstatement of 5G technology in Moscow.
“Show this to your bosses,” he told the cops.
At noon, the other Moscow police returned to the site, accompanied by a Federal Communications Agency representative who wanted to inspect the transmission nodes that would eventually be affixed to the tower. He was told the devices were in a warehouse and wouldn’t be brought to the location until the tower was finished.
When the FCA rep said, “Take me to this warehouse,” the MTS executive got jittery and said that although he would usually be delighted to do so, he had no key to open the warehouse doors.
“I have a key,” said the FCA rep, displaying a pair of bolt cutters.
He and the police escorted the MTS rep to a warehouse a few miles south of the site, at which point he snapped the lock and saw a structure brimming with 5G cell site nodes.
“This is 5G! 5G is outlawed,” the FCA rep said, and the police detained the nervous MTS representative.
“No. No. This is a mistake. I was told this is 4G. This must be wrong warehouse,” he protested as police carted him off.
On Friday morning, an infantry platoon from Russia’s 58th Combined Arms Army stormed MTS’ Moscow headquarters, barging into an office where twelve MTS officials sat around a circular conference table and stared at 5G infrastructure schematics.
Spent cartridges hit the floor as the sound of Kalashnikov fire filled the chamber, fingers depressing triggers until magazines were depleted and the nine male and three female officials were dead.
“They were warned,” Zakharov told RRN. “And this serves warning to others who defy President Putin. There will be no 5G poison in Russia.”