Anonymous ID: cd0a70 Feb. 4, 2020, 2:39 p.m. No.8024471   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4589

Make the Green Snake

The foundation of your toolbox

For Data Analysis

It contains the Jupyter Notebook

To organize your code and experimental notes

 

https://www.anaconda.com/distribution/

 

Add a PostgreSQL database

Using 2UDA for easy installation

Here is where you will collect

All the data that you find on the web

 

https://www.2ndquadrant.com/en/resources/2uda/

 

Intelligence Analysis

With Open Source, this is now a job for the people

Anyone who wants to win

Can become a specialist

And support Investigative Journalists

Who are hungry for the facts.

Anonymous ID: cd0a70 Feb. 4, 2020, 2:58 p.m. No.8024680   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4949

Edison started delivering electricity to customers in 1882.

In 1883, Alice Gwynn Vanderbilt attends a party dressed as

Electric Light

The party was at the 5th Ave chateau

Of her sister-in-law, Alva Vanderbilt

Note the similarity to the Statue of Liberty

Fundraising for the statue began in 1882

Coincidence?

French Connections?

There are many who believe that the Vanderbilt bloodline

Are the descendants of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette

 

And look at the dress itself…

 

(Y) What does it mean to be covered in gold?

Can you locate one other pic w/ Y head covered in gold?

What does this represent?

/_\

THE SUM OF ALL FEARS.

Q

Anonymous ID: cd0a70 Feb. 4, 2020, 3:22 p.m. No.8024949   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4961 >>4968 >>4981 >>5009

>>8024680

 

On the left, Lady Liberty, on the right Greek Goddess Hekate

 

“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

 

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”