by Joseph P. Farrell, Giza Death Star:
Before we get down to this week’s blogs, there are a few housekeeping items that I need to discuss. (1) First, little Shiloh seems to be almost back to her old self. She’s still occasionally a little unsteady, but ok. The biggest problem is the upset to her routine, and she is not eating her kibble, but only soft food. I’m at a bit of a loss on how to get her back on her kibble. Anyway, thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers for her. (2) We are good for our vidchat this coming Friday at 2PM central, which means get your questions/comments posted to me no later than 10PM central this Thursday. Weather permitting we are having our vidchat! (3) I’ve been doing News and Views recently on Youtube again, but some people have complained, so I might return to just an audio news and views for those who like the MP3 files. But I will probably continue with the video blogs. With that said, down to business…
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This article was shared by V.T., and with exploding munitions factories in Italy, I thought I should pass this along, together with my high octane speculations:
The Gridkeepers: How Three People in a Room Can Turn Off Your World
The article starts out with a bang, an unequivocal statement that what we’ve suspected for a long time about some “power outages” is entirely true:
I still remember the exact moment when I stopped believing in coincidences. It was August 2022, and I was sitting in my apartment in Austin, Texas, watching the thermometer climb past 110 degrees while the power grid—supposedly one of the most advanced in the world—collapsed for the third time that summer. The official story was “unprecedented demand” and “aging infrastructure.” The same story they’d told us in February 2021, when people froze to death in their homes. The same story they always tell.
But that night, as I sat in the dark sweating through my shirt and listening to the distant sound of transformers exploding like artillery fire, I got a phone call that changed everything. It was from a guy named Marcus—Marcus H., I’ll call him—who I’d known back in my journalism school days. He’d gone corporate, taken a job with one of the big consulting firms that nobody’s ever heard of but that somehow touch every major infrastructure project in the country. I hadn’t spoken to him in maybe six years.
“You’re looking at this wrong,” he said. No hello. No how are you. Just that flat statement in a voice that sounded like he’d aged twenty years in the six since we’d last talked. “It’s not the heat. It’s not the grid. It’s not incompetence. You’re looking at a demonstration.”
But a demonstration of what? By whom? For what purpose? This is where it gets nasty. Indeed, my questions were asked by the article’s author, who received a very curious response:
I remember laughing. I actually laughed, there in the dark, because the alternative was to start taking him seriously, and I wasn’t ready for that yet. “A demonstration of what? How to kill people in a heatwave?”
The silence on the other end lasted so long I thought we’d been disconnected. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost a whisper, and I could hear something in the background that sounded like the hum of a server room or maybe a generator. “Meet me tomorrow. The old coffee shop on Guadalupe. And bring a recorder. Not your phone. Something analog. Something that can’t be hacked remotely.”
He hung up before I could answer.
Note that bow to analogue technology. In any case, the author of the article notes that he was suspicious of the “high demand/power brown-out” narrative from the beginning, as the story appeared “paper thin” and more like “choreography” than a real failure. In any case, the two men met, and the author’s friend shoved a parcel containing stolen documents across the table to him, indicating he was going to disappear after their meeting, and never be seen again because his life would be in danger for sharing the documents. Then his “contact” came to the heart of the matter:
