FBI is patiently waiting for me, your faithful narrator to upload this article; awaiting like drooling dogs as they lie under their table. Waiting politely, for personal not professional ambition; it is so downright constitutional that FBI respect my privacy enough not to hack my computer like the rest of you, carnal bitches. Did you know that the 1982 science fiction film 'Blade Runner' is set in Kolkata? See you all there. That last ICA is a document type referred to in Cheka as a Four-Finger Death Punch(/Strike) or Death Oath(/Blow). Four problems, any single problem resulting in a single consequence; failure. In the true nature of a Four-Finger Death Strike, I am going to ask you, dear reader a favor: If spiritualist social media could stop talking about if I only knew "how rare" or "how genius" I am; I would sell-out to you. Let us move past that, I do know.
Lest you think less of your faithful narrator and that these articles are all about pizza parlors and sissy nobby's let us peruse down another desolate side alleyway from the Goblin Market into another Death Oath. Scott Rodgers was a local boy, who went into State Police Special Operations. I ran into Scott after my fist day of public school in Fourth Grade at Walker School in 1990. I was walking up Bradley Street with two friends and my school backpack, and personal pager! A brown Buick drove by with two older boys in it, at least twelve years older than us and the older guys shouted at us right as they passed. That's nineties street culture in the North East, probably on their way back from the dungeon. I turned back towards the car and shouted back at them!
The car traveled the rest of the block, and then crammed it in reverse and squealed tires back to us in the middle of the block. Stopping the car right next to us, with hard glares of cooked-out PCP screwhead Ku Klux Clams. The passenger, Scott, opened the door as my two "friends" from school fled, up the street to the backyard of my residence at that time on the corner of Franklin Street! I remained keeping eye contact with Scott and glancing at his friend wondering how this was going to escalate. Scott opened the car door and placed a bare right foot on the pavement of the road behind the curb and displayed a full-sized wooden baseball bat in his hand, threateningly and turned manikin. I glanced at the driver through the side of the windshield and he was laughing nervously, they didn't know they were going to do and in an instant I decided that even if I successfully defended this melee my two "friends" up the street would definitely tell their guardians and then it is a whole thing. So I turned forward and went straight up the street with the quickness, after the first two and Scott and his partner to my surprise, never even so much as got out of the car.
Scott became a bigshot in organized crime and Scott was AOA. During major holidays like Halloween there are three major blood orgies in each region with elite attendees and Scott was responsible for transferring trafficked children on the highway to the strictly political party; up I93N to I495W in Massachusetts. I saw all three Knights of the different parties one Halloween, late after midnight in 2017. The 81HAMC Knight had a SEAL Team 6 patch on the right side his leather vest; he was not. The AOA Knight wore Timberlands boots, both Knights were on newer Harley Davidson's and Scott drove Lane's Mazda sedan. Scott ended up dropping off Lane's car to her up the bock from my residence at about 3AM, just us three there in the dark, as I drove by. Cold stares; shout-out to the Cavallarios. Lollerskates.
After the big blood orgies on Halloween what child sex slaves are left are auctioned-off on DarkWeb and picked up at Bow 3A Irving station. Scott was in charge of maintaining that as well. I saw Scott managing that, while Scott was sitting across the street of the POI also in 2017. I was getting a Veggie Delight submarine sandwich at Subway Sandwiches. No Jared Fogle. So, when I was moved to Principal Relations Officer of The Outfit in New Hampshire in March, 2018 by my Uncle Pete; Lane and I had our continuous disagreements. Mostly, because Lane was a traditional heroin addict in the FBI and I kill pedophiles with Carfentanil and we were arguing about it since I started work during Christmas, 2002 in Brooklyn, New York and because those girls agree to get kidnapped by forty (40) years old when they are children, growing-up in the mob, if no one will marry them. The MK'ed brain begins to decompose at 40 years old and their behavior will become increasingly more erratic. Lane was thrre (3) years older than me.
We all hung-out at a Burning Man Regional. Literal werewolves. I was sleeping in my tent and those two were standing a few feet outside of my tent in the dark, pacing around, geeked-out. With Winter Hill Gang nearby, I kept waking up to their silhouettes in the night approaching my tent. Lane would start talking, "we (Lane and Scott) are the only cops here..." Meaning, I was paranoid; what a pure cunt. Scott was just, sort of along for the ride. Do you think Lane Langer was a high maintenance girl? Why don't you tell someone, dear reader? So Lane and I had our continued arguments and Lane and Scott(!) went to former Principal Relations Officer of New Hampshire Judge James Appleton. Appleton was sympathetic to Lane and Scott; I saw Appleton at 'Pickle Park' presumably looking to perform falacio on some new gay in the area the year before, while walking my dog, and he looked at me, your faithful narrator from his borrowed truck and fled. Now a year later, Lane and Scott petitioned Appleton to have me greenlit!
I was eating cold, uncooked Giovanni Rana Butternut Squash Ravioli in the parking lot of Hanford's when this executive meeting went down at Appleton's house (pun-intended); you could feel it in the air. That is a problem, with every-single cop being in the mob themselves, they stay dry-snitching with their fear. So Appleton said, Appleton couldn't put a Contact Contract on a Principal Relations Officer, it meant certain death; even though Lane was really pretty or whatever! My name is Boss, say my name. Lane and I had been having sex since before I was one (1) year old, at the YMCA Squeaky Sneakers Program and I was her only friend. But you know, we don't kiss. She was Latin Queen and Federal Bureau of Investigation, she made it all the way to CIA in her last year on this earth. So, not to be tired in their bro-mance, Scott and Lane went all the way to Illinois to meet with Chief Operations Officer Peter S. in Champaign, Illinois. Uncle Pete asked the two to meet him at a parking garage, a parking garage is difficult to surveil, because you can go to different levels and there is a lot of traffic which creates a cover story.
Lane and Scott met Uncle Pete and Pete's Hand Of The King and asked permission to execute The Principal Relations Officer of now, thirteen states. Uncle Pete said, "Who?" Lane and Scott were stunted by Uncle Pete's response, and affirmed that Uncle Pete had no idea who I was and thereby whacking me wasn't an issue. After leaving the carport Lane got some mac and cheese at a local store and Scott just got an apple so he could watch his figure. They returned to Poughkeepsie, cooked-up and bedded down; together, the two love birds. Only to be awoken that same night and dragged outside put on their knees with cloth bags put over their heads in the summer night air. Scott was executed on-site, while on his knees; weeping like a woman. While Lane was violently, forced into the trunk of a nearby car and delivered to the Beltane blood orgy in Chicago area where she was promptly circumcised and forced into brutal group sex acts with Troopers involving children; many of those abused children serve in FBI today. That is a Blood Oath!
By the time Lane was trafficked to Little Saigon in Orange County; they pulled-out all her teeth, cut-off both her hands well above her wrists, and eventually popped her eardrums. The well-to-do women of polite society would be pleased to learn that Lane was still snitching on her fellow prisoners until the very end for trying to escape her captors. Her belly was opened-up for cesarean birth after a few months and the fetus was eaten alive there. I had the Vietnamese let her bleed out, as a personal favor to me, instead of stitch her up for another round. Afterall, Lane Langer was a friend and a fighter; it either means something, or it doesn't! I was made Chief Operations Officer of The Outfit later that weekend, during Beltane. I ran into a lot of mourning mob-cop women soldier survivors for the next two months after she expired, "Lane was a revolutionary:" Because she had ten Reddit accounts.
In 1994 MI-6 commissioned a study with Pakistani Intelligence to determine how much the cross-intelligence 'platform' Jefferey Epstein before launch, would cost to meet the transnational intelligence goals, using Honey Traps (sexual blackmail), murder, and cartel operations; including money laundering, which was the main operation, with transhuman. The British view the world from quiet desperation. MI-6's motivation for the study was if everything went south and the world effectively ended, British Royal Intelligence could learn from the operation and already have a budget in place to reaffirm the operation as strictly British Intelligence from ground-up (pun-intended) using transhumanism and gene altering. Transhumanism, like the kind that go on at Zorro Ranch "baby farm" and human cloning, as well as gene altering of a successful (performance-wise), white slave clones for sex trade into various European standards of beauty.
The total cost to 'artificially' subdue the world's Governments through Honey Traps, murder, and money laundering was $52m USD start-up cost and net profitable within the first week! Most of Epstein's activity was money laundering. Crime syndicates will have gigantic sums of money, too much money to launder in slush funds and investment accounts and by the time the money stops filling the pot, only the big players and their underling Intelligence Agencies remain with a pulse! This is grift, not just a typical monetary exchange. Different currencies in one pot, each operations unit has their own list of criminal politicking and graft. If the dirty money moves across the Atlantic from Bermuda, various corruption gangs (JPMorgan Chase & Co.), across the Caribbean will have their takes, like a piranha feeding frenzy.
Investors in that occasion can expect to lose +30% of Total Revenue, that is before expenses and everyone I was there with at the meeting dips ther beak personally, as well, along the way. Or more than likely everyone loses all of the proceeds and every Field Officer. Which is exactly what happened in Thailand to kick-off that project. Money is no good if you cannot spend it. A new model needed to be funded. Using the model bastardized and orphaned by CDG; The International Intelligence Community launched that study, prior to launching 'The Epstein project.'
In Russia, expensive wrist watches serve the purpose of laundering and bribes. This study was sort of like the creators of South Park comparing digital animation production versus traditional animation in case of nuclear winter. I was forced under-threat-of-death by MI-6 Charles Philip Arthur George to attend that meeting in-person, directly from The Allan Memorial Institute with Tucker Carlson in 1995. Then Charles Philip Arthur George had a sniper rifle sighted on me behind Market Basket, when I was bicycling. I know, I am whining; it was an ugly, Batman villain-esque meeting of International Intelligence Agents: "We are a Hydra of Sex." As Alfred Hitchcock said it. I brought that shit straight to the booth. This is what I was born to do! That song is mostly, field doctrine; saying I shall retaliate even after death and reminding Charles Philip Arthur George that Charles Philip Arthur George had performed falacio on me at a Starbucks and The Queen Mother also performed very tonguy, slurpy-falacio on your humble narrator in 1985 before she and I had developed a relationship! If you can think of it; I have already done it. Black Cube is reference to Saturn, of course, The Black Hole Sun. Say that at Shabbat in order to display you are in fact the educated, sophisticated attendee and hold onto your hat!
Aside from the dastardly, striking reality in 1995, that international child-kidnapping was little more than a pastime to everyone in First-World Government; the perspective I was left with from my "Outfit Of Fools" was the incredible surveillance state that was deformatively, being created in the literal wake of an Evil Empire and Japan/Hawaii was not hosting any of its servers! While the money flowed in for white slaves and murder at the top, no one was really prepared to create or maintain the surveillance state created. It more or less, ebbed-and-flowed from every nation's Security Intelligence Agencies and I stress agencies. In this model, for instance Pakistan collapsed multiple times in a prototype Intelligence Civil War. What an absolute Horror Show! Which is quite crucial knowledge, because Pakistan Intelligence is under British Intelligence! It was a grotesque display of disorder and Israel was the only power conglomerating.
The first thing we did was hack all the worlds stand-alone cameras. To make sure the right people are paying the money to Epstein's women for the white slaves. This sort of clotting of illegal funds happened at the end of The Cold War, too. Multiple slush funds, sort of spare change from different operations and massacres, all added up to Two (2) Billion $USD and no-one near it could outright touch-it without repercussions; because it is not supposed to exist, because there is blood on it, or it is spread across so many booby-trapped accounts. We are talking Trillionaires stealing Billions of US Dollars and having to look over their shoulders for assassins, forever because of it, from places like Budapest! Paying for white slaves and human organs, offers a sort of clean-slate for the funds, where the last crime was a service crime, not theft. Do you hear about that on the news, cuz?
Do you know how difficult it is to keep an army? Cartel Jalisco New Generation (CJNG) 'The Four Letters' a brainchild from 1986-1991 with Cartel de Goflo (CDG), to expand Cartel de Sinaloa (CDS) illegal funds laundering exponentially, through a closed network of legitimate American business services operations including banking. The operation would sew-up a crucial, closed network of cartel laundering establishments in particular, within a traditional Sicilian Mafia style tiered, top-down structure within NYC. It was the first of its kind. The idea was promptly lifted from Sinaloa by Cartel de Golfo and separated into CJNG in 1997. Auspiciously, the same summer I, your humble narrator was awarded my very own pier in Columbia.
CJGN has some of the network which were initially laid-out, active around the USA, particularly inside Louisiana, but there is no top-down tiered structure; I have eaten at some of them. As Cuba is really in the business of systemic, natural political corruption, rather than a traditional organized crime model. CDG only infuriates Cuban investors conglomerating power in a structured governing body. What; would a New Mayor of New Orleans be at the top of the structure, then?! What are we going to pay them for that!? What (women) are they going to stea!!? Initially, Cartel de Golfo had wanted a nightclub or more than likely a network of (strip)clubs in the style of Roy DeMeo's 'Gemini Lounge' where CDG could have cartel criminals "coming and going" with such frequency; that when they were executed, there would be too much foot traffic and agency overlap to move the mercury in operations and CDG could just burn a POI and be operating across town in the very same hour. The name of the infamous cartel request document is 'Delincuentes De Los Cárteles.' It was the first of its kind. France and Romania author those kinds of 'wish-list' documents all the time now, though.
Most of the Delincuentes De Los Cárteles owed money to CDG from 1968 operations. Operating as both nomadic and corrupt double-agents or more than likely, triple-agent Government officials in DEA, FBI, or Mexican Federales. They took to the life, all the way the dummy way; living both sides of the life, fully. They were capable, degenerative, and decimating to their environment. CDG has a (unicorn) policy of wiping out Sicarios after a Sicario has done the wet-work. To murder your own, not for limiting exposure; but for limiting expense accounts is a variable disaster and bred a lot of viable discord, with what is labeled Bad Business.
The rule in Bronx was when CDG sent an operative to Sinaloa the operative would get ready to run! Do-the-work and then ghost! Haz el trabajo y luego corre rápido. Some would borrow money from CDG networks first, others would go straight mad-dog, it was quite comedic. Nearly impossible to track-down without a lot of exposure to unbridled massacres of innocents or other culpable malfeasances for a variety of reasons; including transnational intelligence exposure and that was a political nuisance to Cartel de Golfo. Which would make CDG look both weak and even rabid; Cuba might replace them. These serial killer, heroin addict billionaire Secret Police operatives would be on 'permanent vacation' traveling through different states, staying with different wives who have their children and those familiy members lived L7.
One operative was notoriously caught and murdered in November, 1986 in Brooklyn, New York and around 284 other operatives from the area fled. Some 274 were operatives CDG didn't even know were stealing, until they fled! Want some water? Like a puddle of oil floating ontop of water separates when a droplet of water falls into it. They were gone, into the mist; still active, still guerrillas, moving through the cartel network in the USA. If a cartel associate told cartel networks where the Delincuentes De Los Cárteles were nearby, they would be immediately targeted within a day. Many of them had a habit of robbing Sparx in New York, because they knew no-one would protect Sparx. That is a real Cold War! Delincuentes De Los Cárteles are still active and around. Cartel de Sinaloa and Cartel de Golfo famously have vast networks of booby-trapped houses in and around Arizona with corpses wrapped in plastic and marked DEA money from the eighties entombed within the walls. The money is marked and sequential and microchipped, basically useless and was used to force white-slave dealings between DEA and the cartels; largely from during this period of time. It's Brittany, Bitch.
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