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Bloomberg Is Candidate Of Choice For
Trans-Atlantic Pedo-BDSM Plutocrats

By Yoichi Shimatsu
Exclusive to Rense
11-12-19

If Mike Bloomfield had run for president, I surely would have endorsed that guitarist from the Chicago blues era, but unfortunately he's been pushing up roses over the past three decades. The good die young whereas the corrupt get richer and evermore ambitious. Instead of listening to a snappy riff from that iconic musician who reminded the high-flying rock generation of their down-to-earth roots in the muddy Delta blues tradition, Americans will soon be asked to vote for the very personification of soulless Wall Street greed, Mike Bloomberg, multi-billionaire owner of the world's most straitjacked media behemoth and former three-term mayor of post-911 New York City.

On the Satanic Majesties Inquest

A proverbial picture worth ten-thousand words was snapped at the 2014 Buckingham Palace knighting of the former mayor of New York City and publisher of Bloomberg financial news. Although not a dual citizen, Mike Bloomberg is a snooty Anglophile, in American parlance a Tory, through his first wife, a wealthy Jewess Briton, along with his long-time ownership of a $20 million house in posh Cadogan Square. His London digs are located in Knightsbridge, a tony London district mentioned in The Rolling Stones lyrics: "Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score, now she gets her kicks in Stepney not in Knightsbridge anymore. So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire." (Stepney, by contrast, is a slum on London's East End inhabited by immigrant Azkenazi Jews at the time Brian Jones and Mick Jagger wrote that song, which is a warning to nouveau-rich Jews who've forgotten their place in the social pecking order.)

The retired NYC mayor grew up the son of a dairy bookkeeper born in Brighton on the south bank of the River Charles in Boston. His success story as an early promoter of online data is a legend as questionable as Jeffrey Epstein's role at Bear Stearns. Nowadays Bloomberg thinks he's another Franklin Delano Roosevelt out to save the world from the Nazis, a bold ambition for this humble "democrat" of net worth S56 billion, sufficient to buy the presidency or so he assumes with lordly arrogance.

During his 2009 campaign for an undeserved third term as New York City mayor, Lord Bloomers spend $102 million, or more than $170 per vote. That's called plutocracy, or rule by the wealthy, derived from Pluto, the ancient Greek god of the Underworld with his trove of precious minerals. The incumbent President Donald Trump by comparison has a mere $3 billion in assets. Nevertheless there's not going to be a fire sale at the White House, unless Lord Bloomer's British allies torch it again.

Tory Treachery

Let's not dwell here on Mike Bloomberg being a turncoat in the same league with Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild. It's more intriguing how he's acted as the protector of filthy-rich patrons of BDSM clubs in the Meat Packing District, sadomasochism being part of the second British invasion led by punk rock's Sex Pistols and their manager Malcolm McLaren. Then there's Lord Bloomers' pseudo-media service delivered to subcribers' computer screens, Bloomberg L.P. , a limited partnership with Merrill Lynch and his former colleagues from Salomon Brothers, the cheatingest brokerage staffed by air-head traders, as recalled in Michael Lewis's book "Liar's Poker". The ever-cautious tycoon has made sure this biography is missing key pages, especially about his doings in the UK.

Most obnoxious, for me personally, is the strategically targeted Bloomberg Global Business Journalism (GBU) project in Beijing, along with Blackstone's Swartzman Scholars Program in finance, which have been breastfeeding the Chinese neoliberal elite to steer away from gradual democratization and instead charge full-speed ahead toward a bureaucrat-allied corporatist monopoly over that giant economy by Wall Street darlings Alibaba-Alipay, TenCent, Baidu, Didi and Huawei, to enrich the upper echelon while censoring more than 30,000 small independent online news providers to extinction, along with the crushing of mom-and-pop small stores, snuffing every last hope for the natural rights of 1.4 billion Chinese people. Corporatism, as proven by its inventor Benito Mussolini, is a driving force for global warfare. If a new Cold War is rising between an arrogant top-heavy China and a declining but still proud USA, it's the fault of Bloomberg and his wolves of Wall Street.

I do not pretend to be as objective as an astronaut on the Moon, but these observations are fact-based and truthful, more than Lord Bloomers ever wants to hear. (One of GBU's top objectives was to remove me as the first foreign lecturer, who was focused on teaching investigative reporting, at China's first-ever J-school in its entire 4,000 years of history, and later plotted my physical elimination during a bloody Uyghur uprising that the terrorism-sponsor Bloomberg paid to foment along with the George W. Bush's CIA.) Isn't it too bad I'm alive, well and back to haunt you now, you old fraudster, to show the world what a piece of zit you really are? Excuse me that for outburst, folks, it's just that demons have to be exorcised, which is why I'm digging his grave, one shovel-full at a time, with a gleeful smirk.

The Satanic Majesties Inquest

Ahem, class begins. Being an adoptive New Yorker although Boston-hatched, Bloomberg is properly called a Copperhead, after the pro-Rothschild traitors who fomented the Draft Riots during the Civil War. This venonous snake in the baby crib of democracy, like his co-believer Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild, is out to thrust one poison fang into Elizabeth Warren while the other is reserved for Donald Trump. As much as they loath each other, if the targeted Liz and Don could coordinate their Swamp draining agendas (that's after she musters the courage to cut the throat of that gloating toad George Soros), so that the absolute power of Jamie Dimon, Lloyd Blankenfeld and rest of the Wall Street crooks can be rolled back to reallocate investment funds to local-nutured domestic industries, infrastructure renewal, and better housing for working families. Due to partisanship, a clean sweep won't be happening for a while, so let's here take on one crook at a time.

Now, about Bloomer's knighting in imperial Britain. Standing next to newly knighted Bloomberg in the official photo is former UK ambassador to Washington and envoy to the Shah's Tehran, Sir Peter Westmacott from the MI-6. To the other side is none other than - whatcha doing here instead of finding another job for your bozo son Hunter - Joe Biden, Sovereign Military Order of Malta (SMOM), the Papist in the Obama White House and Copperhead-in-chief for Russiagate, that masterpiece of disinfo hatched in Her Majesty's London and Papist Rome.

The hidden rationale behind his being awarded the honorary title of KBE, or Knight of the British Empire, is as follows. Bloomberg, though his terminal-delivered propaganda agency and family charity, was the right man to "persuade" federal judges on his personal list of wicked friends. Ambassador Westmacott needed to rescue the brother of his Iranian wife Susie Nemazee from a 20-year prison term for bank fraud. He brother Hassan Nemazee had served as Hillary Clinton's 2007 campaign-finance and also was a major donor to that windbag Sen. Chuck Schumer, Heinz toy-boy John Kerry, and as a bundler for the Barack Obama inauguratal committee.

Hassan Nemazee's shady reputation for moneylaundering was known to the Democratic leadership as far back as 1999, went Bill Clinton appointed him ambassador to Argentina, which Buenos Aires politely declined, being aware of his regional connections with the South American cocaine cartels. Hassan acted as a moneylaunderer for the Medellin cartel. The parents of the U.S.-born Nemazees had immigrated to the USA with the deposed Shah of Iran following the Islamic revolution and coup by the Ayatollahs. Many of the Shah's court are Jewish, and many of his Americans supporters spent long stints in Iran, for instance Valerie Jarrett nee Bowman, Obama's henchwoman who was born at Nemazee Hospital in Shiraz.

Therefore, Westmacott arranged the knighting of Bloomberg to spring his brother-in-law Hassan Nemazee from prison, and lo and behold the Iranian-American fraudster was released this past February after serving less than half of his 20-year sentence. The Democrat bigwig Bloomberg put the fix in with the federal New York Southern District Court. That done, the gates to London were flung open to Mayor Fix-it.

The knighting of Lord Bloomers in October 2014 was a gift from Westmacott to his wife Susie Nemazee, who palms herself off an expert on jewelry, yet another conduit for scrubbing ill-gotten money. After doing the dirty work for tarnished friends like these, Bloomberg proves he's hardly the ethical business publisher that he's presented to be by a fawning news media. The flattery of a knighthood prompted Bloomberg to establish a European headquarters in The City of London, that Rothschild principality, with 4,000 employees and an additional $25 milion house on the Thames. While he has hordes of envious admirers, a skeptic might ask: Is any of this actually real? What's the hidden agenda and the ulterior motive?

Lord Bloomer has homes in Bermuda and London, which happen to be the moneylaundering centers of the invisible British Empire, stretching from the sun-and-cocaine soaked Caribbean to the poppy fields of South Asia, and the opiate trade of China, whose newly minted tycoons need to deposit their billions in safe havens to avoid taxes and prison sentences and a firing squad in Qinghai. Bloomberg makes his money investing other people's fortunes and mere fees cannot account for his inexplicable trove of cash. The U.S. Treasury's tightening regime, aided by its snitch Jeffrey Epstein, could well account for Lord Bloomers' newly aroused interest in Britain.

The hubris so typical of Yankee tycoons affronting fate by buying their entry into English society, while ego-flattered with sycophancy, is despised and shunned by the end of the day as another uncultured boor enamored with grandiosity, a bounder lacking the charming eccentricity of Old Money. For similar motives, Google is building its monstrous presence in London. Too bad Henry James is not around to watch this self-deceptive folly of an American in English society with a skeptical eye, as he diagnosed so thoughtfully in "Portrait of a Lady" and "The Tragic Muse". Or perhaps Bloomberg's underlying motive is to escape the fearsome circle closing in on him in New York, due to Treasury interest in his inexplicable wealth. Either way, he's flim flam, not presidential material.

Bloomberg's first wife was, not by coincidence, a Brit named Susan Elizabeth Barbara Brown nee Meyer, who's wealthy Anglo-Jewish parents once owned Le Hotel Manoir in Neuchatel, Switzerland, and a home in York, where she attended the private Queen Margaret's school. Her mother was a native of Malta, the same island that spewed out Professor Joseph Misfud, the CIA-MI6 Maltese Falcon behind the Russiagate hoax who recruited, set up and betrayed George Papadopoulos.

Her replacement as social networker and friendly beard is Bloomberg's "domestic partner" Diana Taylor, who is a foot taller than Bloomberg. She had previously worked for Lehman Brothers, which along with Bear Stearns caused the 2008 financial meltdown, rewarded with her appointment to New York State superintendent of banks, and then moved on to Wolfensohn Fund Management of the retired World Bank director. In a nutshell, Diana is the messenger girl between the Wall Street bankers and the mayor. It all reeks.

Gecko on The Wall

There's no doubt that state prosecutor-turned-governor Eliot Spitzer was then a gawky overgrown adolescent who fantasized about being the reincarnation of his namesake Eliot Ness, but the fact remains that it took a fantasist to go gangbusters against the financial "excesses" aka grand larceny of that halcyon era immortalized in "Wall Street", "The Big Short" and "The Wolf of Wall Street", or all we'd be left with today is "Yes sir, Mr. Gecko, greed is good!"

The gecko on the wall (pssss . . . hey, buddy, I hear WorldComm is the buy of the century) is Ken Langone, the arch-enemy of Spitzer. While Eliot's fallen into oblivion, Ken is still talking sheets of hot buys on the financial news channels. The good die young, the bad appear on CNBC.

Prosecutor Spitzer had the temerity to pick up an idle investigation against arbitrageurs and Wall Street banks that were dropped by Security and Exchange Commission (SEC) for lack of insider testimony. Since floor traders and brokers who schmoozed the institutional investors earn commissions, nobody risked their incentive pay and bonuses to voice ethical qualms. Spitzer put the immune corporations under a full-court press to hammer them on unrelated charges to force a turnover of documents. One of his targets was Citigroup, which had taken over the remnants of Barney Smith Kline and Salomon Brothers, Bloomberg's former employer and presumable lender, transparency not being one of that notorious firm's assets. Hi, Mikey! Citibank by rigging the data was palming off WorldCom shares at higher than market value dumped on institutional investors, who soon got angry about being short-changed on stock valuations.

One of the problems was lax supervision by NY Stock Exchange chairman Ken Grasso, whose salary was being jacked up by board members Ken Langone, a tycoon whose early investment in Home Depot built his $3 billion fortune and AIG boss Hank Greenberg, a known CIA asset. (The Agency really needs its black budget, you see, to defend the universe against evil terrorists like the ones who were flown into the World Trade Center.) It turns out that these insiders hired a private eye. The dick tailed Spitzer to a post office and also to the Emperor Club, where he hired the merchandise, a nice uptown girl who moonlighted to pay off her student loan. What the set-up implied is that the biggest tycoons don't play ball like institutional investors or day traders but instead are involved in insider leaks and acting as conduits for organized crime, which is ready to offer their services to be rid of crusading prosecutors and nosy police detectives.

The no-holds-barred grudge match between Spitzer's prosecution team and Langone's allies spilled beyond the realm of financial propriety into the no-go zone of sexual conduct, which gets into the darker regions of New York City, leading to mutual harm on both sides, potentially most damaging to Langone and Bloomberg, who famously said that he "likes ass." Now do you see why he goes out with big women? His pal Obama also prefers to lead from behind.

Pizzagate New York Style

Bloomberg's nonprofit charitable foundation funds a group called Love Our Children USA and, most revealing for anyone who knows about Jimmy Savile-era orphanages and reform schools, the British Guernsey-based National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. But Jimmy, doesn't one have to be cruel to be kind? Yes, hold on, folks, it looks like Pizzagate's on the menu once again, even though our source works reddit and VOAT have been castrated like alto tenors in a boys choir.

Now are 23 starting to comprehend why and how crusading New York State Governor Eliot Spitzer was set up for payback by media-lynching. All his friendly foes had on him was a ho-hum tryst with a 22-year-old call girl overpaid $4,000 with an extra 1K for the reference service. His appointment with a sex worker dispatched by a reputable agency in contemporary urban culture was basically legit, but inflamed by The New York Times, that mouthpiece of the CIA and MI-6.

Master of the Choirboys

So our attention now turns to pro-LGBT investor Ken Langone, who made the lion's share of his fortune as money-lender to HomeDepot founders Bernie Marcus, the Newark-born Jewish thug fired from Handy Dan hardware chain for an attempted hostile takeover, and partner Arthur Blank, since then owner of the Atlanta Falcons (you saw how The Brotherhood gang-banged Tom Brady, who was lucky just to survive the dirtiest hits in Superbowl history much less lead the greatest comeback ever against paid-off refs and thuggery). By his deeds, a man's moral character is judged.

Speaking of which, Langone is a veteran member of the Pontifical Order of St. Gregory the Great. Its membership roll the hottest poster girl of the '90s, from the house of Thurn and Taxis, whose Krupp Industries also produced Big Bertha, the biggest cannon ever that also could blow you away. Her name is Gloria, as in "she comes around here about midnight, make me feel so good, make me feel alright. G-L-O-R-I-A." Fashion icon for the upcoming dominatrix.

The Gregorian society' choirmaster was its prominent member Sir Jimmy Savile, whose legacy continues at St. Gregory the Great Academy in Scranton, Pennsylvania, the pulpit for notorious gay Fr. Carlos Urritigoity, who's built a cult of pedophilia to chant Gregorian hymns for the pontifical order. On a tour of Chile last year, Pope Francis voiced support for the country's most notorious child-predator the Gregorian priest Fernando Karadima. The Gregorian style of music, by the way, is derived from ancient synagogue chanting, along with the treatment of boys.

The Order of St. Gregory has also admitted Dutch politician Lilianne Poumen, a minion of the Gates Foundation who has scored state funding for his GAVI vaccine initiative and for the worldwide family planning agenda aka a sustainable organ harvesting for rejuvenation treatment of aged elitists. How are you feeling, Henry? As reported in the NYC press, the ice-cold Bloomberg as a supporter of casual abortions is known to have told his female employees who dare ask for something as inconvenient as maternity leave to "Kill it".

Packin' Meat

Spitzer wasn't ousted in a coup for just bonking a whore nor even his frustrated probe of insider trading, so what the unforgivable offense in Mayor Bloomberg's New York that triggered the wrath of the CIA-mafia partnership?

Unbeknownst to the wider public from the late-1970s through the '90s, there was a wormhole in the Big Apple, crawling with enthusiasts of gay-and-lesbian bondage and sadomasochism. Inside the steel doors of clubs in the Meat Packing District on the lower West Side, the slap of leather on buttocks and fingernails on the groin were on the nightly menu at The Vault, Hellfire Club (inspired by the Illuminati set, Manhole and other unnamed sacred spots of the Underground crowd. The legendary area is the site of today's Standard Hotel, the favorite late-night pick-up and delivery joint for Adam Schiff. This off-limits nighttime paradise for the rough trade and skinhead punks is what inspired "50 Shades of Grey", and also kick-started the by-now conventional toy box of cuffs, lashes, bizarre dildos, rear entry plugs and leatherwear for anonymous blow-bangs.

Unreported in The New York Times, despite the predilection of its higher-income subscribers, was the downside of "accidental" deaths during overheated performances, in addition to the high toll of heroin overdoses. The death of Sid Vicious's handcuffed girlfriend in 1978, initially greeted with shocked whispers at CBGB, condensed into a pact of silence about incidents of over-exertion. The code of secrecy enabled that brief interlude of snuff-video production where slaughtered hogs covered over the stench of dead masochists and runaway girls.

As a footnote, attorney Glenn Greenwald, the since Brazil based publisher of The Intercept and questionable "supporter" of Ed Snowden, was a producer of gay BDSM videos at the tail end of meat market era, when he was kicked out of the State Bar by the FBI but spared a prison sentence by becoming an informer. He was small potatoes compared with the high-society patron of Andy Warhol and friends of Calvin Klein.

New York City had its corps of hardened patrol officers and undercover cops who were onto the grisly goings-on, but gagged by the paid-off judges and politicos. These incidents during Mayor Bloomberg's tenure came to the attention of state prosecutor Eliot Spitzer. The NYPD could hardly ignore the scene when Village bars and uptown clubs were blaring the hard-core lyrics of Elvis Costello's "(You've got to be) Cruel to be Kind", the Velvet Underground's "Venus in Furs", Judas Priest's "A Touch of Evil", Depeche Mode's "Master and Servant", Nine Inch Nails' "Happiness in Slavery", and the Stooges "I Wanna Be Your Dog". That was long before Britney Spears' trivialized, "I Want to Be Your Slave".

Since it was well-nigh impossible for the cops to get a court order from Bloomberg's corrupt judges to kick in the doors, as well as timing a raid for when a sadomasochistic performance was climaxing in death throes, the city's vice squad was kept on a tight leash by City Hall. Friday and Saturdays were a no-go time when financiers from Stamford and downtown stock brokers peeked into those dens of iniquity for a taste of the lurid. So the cops would make a weekday bust of a Puerto Rican gambling room, which sufficed to feed the local press, while doing simultaneous "visits" to round up the regulars at a S&M club to gain familiarity with participants willing to divulge names of wealthy freaks from Long Island. It was catch and release, to prevent Bloomberg from bawling out the police chief.

Whenever a bondage corpse required disposal via an ambulance, the cops would ask a few questions of the audience and otherwise keep a low profile. Somewhere along the line Spitzer pushed for a conspicuous raid at prime time, to catch bigger fish out of Wall Street in compromising positions, prompting a paid-off councilman to ring alarm bells at City Hall. The threat of exposure of Bloomberg's inner circle meant Spitzer had to be stopped cold.

To keep prominent names out of the headlines, Bloomberg arranged for a muzzle to be put on Eliot Spitzer by sensationalist news stories about the call girl affair. (Yawn, big deal. Send another one up and put it on my credit card.) Any vice squad members who wanted to protest the obvious set-up were put down with a bullet, starting that decade's contagion of "suicide" among NYPD officers.

The 1990s were worse for the NYPD than the Serpico era payoff scandal. By that time, when the dark sky fell down on Eliot Spitzer, I was long gone from the quaint charms of New York City and into a more cheerful New Wave scene at San Francisco's Tivoli cafe and Mabuhay Garden. Today's listless floggings are a pale imitation of those blacked-out nights when sex and death cohabited. So is Mike a perv or just chickenzip? Private sessions were easily arranged, but that's hardly as thrilling as being in a crowd of strangers around a kneeling teen. Any witnesses from those halcyon nights can contact at rense, anonymity promised. It's time to sweat a few billions out of that old queer before he pops.

Later in Tokyo toward the end of the financial bubble, a herd of financial types from The Street migrated to offices in Shinjuku and Chiyoda districts and partied in the Roppongi district, taking in the grotesquely bizarre sex shows. While the brokers wandered in and out, in desperate search of a horny wife, the more avid fans of S&M thrills like the red candles dripping on naked breasts and rope-tying tended to be bisexual voyeurs from Madison Avenue advertising companies, mainly art directors who thrived on forbidden acts that today survives painlessly as hentai anime. Given the vicarious nature of the sex scene in his city, Mike Bloomberg personally had too many sick puppies and evil child catchers in his confidence not to have been one himself. Fess up, show some honesty for once in your closeted life. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Lord Bloomers.

The Limelight's On

There's way more ammo yet to be fired at Dirty Mike, but let's wait till we see his bloodshot eyes during the mid-season primaries. Let's here focus on his puffed-up background. First off, Bloomberg is less a New Yorker than I am, being the Boston-born Yid progeny of Max Rubens, who immigrated from the former Lithuanian Jewish region of Belarus, a center for Khazarian orgiastic followers of the Satanic Joseph Frank, the hard core behind the Illuminati.

Young Lord Bloomers graduated with an EE degree from Johns Hopkins and then went to work for the Salomon Brothers, the crookedest brokerage in Wall Street history, and then after its collapse due to SEC investigation of the Liar's Poker bunch for defrauding clients, Bloomberg moved on to install computer terminals at Merrill Lynch as an independent contractor. Where the money to purchase his first batch of computers came from, those being extremely expensive in those days versus the cost of living, as I can attest to as one of the first users of the Apple II.

As a survivor of that less-than-gilded era and having done projects with Big Blue, my guess from close brushes with institutional computing would be that Bloomberg had a love-you long-time connection with the one game in town called DARPA. In return for a subscription for data-feed from his business-news service, Bloomberg famously installed his computers for free to clients at brokerages.Nobody in those days yet realized the threat of online surveillance by the NSA and the U.S. Treasury, other than journalists who kept up with Sherman Skolnick's exposure of the PROMIS bank-to-bank software hacked by the Clintons' Rose Law Firm and their patron banker Jackson Stephens. Bloomberg news had to be a fig leaf over Wall Street's naked exposure to ever-increasing Treasury surveillance.

If fraud and cover-ups weren't enough, along with sweatshop demands of reporters to submit 6 articles a day, Bloomberg has also provided cover for terrorist violence and attempts to abduct Americans abroad for the George W. Bush and Dick Cheney agenda, as I can attest from personal experience.

Bloomberg's Corruption of China

At the foremost university in China, where I was appointed the country's first foreign teacher of journalism (due to my war reporting on the AfPak border before and after 911), my pioneering work was later hijacked by the Bloomberg Global Journalism (BGJ) program with its narrow focus financial-markets reporting, basically how to make fast money, which boils down to how to profit from suckers. Its Ebeneezer Scrooge influence on the brain-trust in Beijing, along with bribery, nudged the Chinese leadership to move away from gradual popular empowerment through self-expression (as I advocated) toward monopolistic corporatist domination over a silenced society, now apparent in the line-up of Alibaba-Alipay, TenCent, Baidu, Didi and Huawei and in the hopelessly inane hype from the Global Times.

If there's anything dysfunctional about the U.S.-China relationship lately the blame does not go to corrective measures of Lightziger, Navarro or Trump but lies squarely on the financial crime syndicate of NYC Lord Mayor Bloomberg. and his allies at Goldman Sachs and MorganStanley, which hired 222 sons and daughters of Party leaders to create a new financial class of embezzlers, fraudsters and moneylaunders. China could have been a trustworthy partner of the U.S. in a troubled world, that opportunity was blown by greed.

Financier of Terrorism

Bloomberg's criminal activity does not end with grand larceny but extended into financing mass murder. After being dislodged from teaching under pressure from Bloomberg's faculty members from the CIA, I moved on from academia to serve as a volunteer environmental consultant at the far end of Gobi Desert and on the Tibetan Plateau, which proved not to be distant enough from that Shylock who insisted on a pound of flesh (for promoting the benefits of the First Amendment to a less-enlightened part of the planet by pointing out that the young Mao Zedong was a journalist who also advocated press freedom in sharp editorials, for instance, his now-repressed how-to essay "Seek truth from facts", so my stance wasn't entirely heretical in China and indeed was in the neglected mainstream of thought.

When a group of American students came to join Chinese peers on a tour that I guided in the Far West region in 2009, a Miami Herald journalist on the Bloomberg teaching staff failed to show up to the bus as previously arranged. He was already in Xinjiang with a suspect South Korean reporter, as I later discovering, passing out money to local smugglers and heroin dealers, so-called freedom fighters, preparing a bloody terrorist uprising. I had some advance warning because an eco-project colleague from Vancouver had phoned him to confirm his bus seat and room reservations, but was stunned to overhear the Bloomberg lecturer speaking aside with a staffer inside the U.S. Embassy in Beijing. That stunning revelation exposed Mike Bloomberg to be an agent of the Deep State.

Luckily, the eco-project I was advising outside Dunhuang was run by retired members of the National Forestry service, who warned me about some sort of trouble in the making and urged our group go to their fish farm for dinner instead of partying at a resort. At that night's festivities over char-grilled rainbow trout by a lake, we received a phone call from a grad student in Beijing about radical Islamic Uyghur terrorists knifing to death young Chinese girls on the streets of Urumchi and setting buildings on fire. As the plot unfolded, the CIA covert op included a planned hijacking of our bus for a hostage crisis that would enable the CIA to fly in negotiators and meanwhile send in American troops to "liberate Uyghurstan", just like in jihadist Kosovo, and leave my dead body on a sand dune.

So am I alarmed about Chinese re-education centers? Yes, because I'd rather seen a police sweep to blast out those ISIS-wannabe jihadists once and for all. Has the fake news here reported that there were 20,000 Turkey-resident Uyghurs with the ISIS operation in Syria? Did any correspondent report on the Israeli-CIA airlift of 2,000 armed ISIS Uyghurs to the Afghan Wakhan Corridor abutting the Chinese border? Does anyone here know anything about Chechnya or Kosovo? Wake up, because a similar situation is brewing along the Mexico-U.S. border. So let's all just forgive the gunmen who mowed down those Americans in Sonora. In this day and age, there's no excuse for naivete.

Thanks to the local Chinese forest rangers, our group got out alive with an adventure under their belt. Any slightest sympathy for terrorism in Xinjiang would only now having me praise the Mexican arsonists who just set the Southern California fires and the Sonaran gang that mercilessly murdered three defenseless American mothers and six children in the liberal's poor simpatico Mexico. The Deep State operatives encourage violence against innocent civilians everywhere. So my message is simple: either roll over and die or prepare for war and to hell with the suicidal human-rights baloney.

One final point: When Lord Bloomers ran for his third term as NYC mayor to quell Eliot Spitzer, he was endorsed by none other than John Podesta. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, you Evil Child Catchers!