Betrayal of Truth. John Mark Dougan
leading to a disturbing question. Were the sanctions against Russia, the orchestration of economic downfall in the West, all a calculated move, part of a grander scheme? A scheme to cripple American and European manufacturing, to send business scurrying into the waiting arms of the Chinese, to undermine the very fabric of the Western economy?
In looking at the damage done to America, the lack of effect it’s had on Russia and the business driven to the Chinese, I can’t help but to conclude that somehow, these sanctions, these measures once thought to be acts of defiance against Russia, were never aimed at Moscow. They were merely pawns in a game, a bitter betrayal orchestrated by those within the very heart of American power.
The disbelief, the shock of my conclusion is palpable, but the pieces fit. The intricate dance of global politics, the shadowy machinations that manipulate the destiny of nations, all lead to this single, inescapable truth.
But how could it be? How could a leader, trusted with the welfare of his people, become entangled in such a web of deceit? The answers lie buried in the backroom deals by a corrupt ruling class in Washington, in the corrupt alliances that transcend borders and loyalties, all ignored and covered up by a corrupt mainstream media for as long as they possibly could.
However, as the truth begins to unfurl, like a nightmarish tapestry, the implications are far-reaching and terrifying. The very stability of the world order is at stake, the alliances and agreements that have shaped the modern era are in jeopardy. Trust is eroded, replaced by suspicion and fear, as nations eye one another warily, wondering where the next betrayal might come from.
The Chinese, long considered an emerging power, have played their hand skillfully, exploiting the weaknesses and ambitions of a leader willing to sell his country's soul for personal gain. The Russian sanctions, it seems, were merely a diversion, a smokescreen to conceal a more profound and insidious strategy.
The world watches, stunned and disbelieving, as the extent of the treachery is laid bare. Questions arise, investigations are launched, but the damage is done. The reverberations are felt across the globe, as the trust that once bound nations together crumbles to dust.
In the end, it is not just a tale of a nation's fall, but of a world thrown into turmoil, of principles abandoned, and of a desperate, dangerous game where the stakes are nothing less than the future itself. It’s the destruction of an entire nation for the paltry sum of $10 million bucks, to satisfy the greed of one man and his family.
The lesson, if there is one to be gleaned from this tragic narrative, is a somber reminder of the fragility of trust, the corruptible nature of power, and the unending vigilance required to maintain the integrity of a system that, once tainted, may never fully recover.
It's a warning, a call to action for those who still believe in the ideals that once defined a great nation. The road to redemption is long and fraught with peril, but it's a journey that must be undertaken, for the alternative is a path that leads to darkness, where the very soul of humanity may be lost forever.
SHADOWS OVER BURISMA – A DANCE OF DECEPTION AND POWER
Digging deeper into the labyrinthine intricacies of Biden's political life reveals a trail of cash leading to Ukraine–a trail marked by of corruption and money laundering. Accusations have been hurled about taxpayer dollars being funneled into the pockets of corrupt Ukrainian politicians and oligarchs. Shadowy offshore accounts have been whispered about, accounts that purportedly held funds for both Biden and his son, Hunter. As we know now, these whispers are true.
The Biden crime family and current players in his deep-state administration are corrupt to the core. The exploitation of Ukraine's resources, the siphoning off of its wealth, the plundering of its assets were all part of the plan. American companies, politicians, and power-brokers were involved in a game of theft on an industrial scale, a looting of a nation's treasure with impunity. With Biden, and his crime family, the hunger for power bled ideals dry and morality took a backseat to personal gains. A case in point – Hunter Biden's appointment to the Board of Directors at Burisma Holdings, the Ukrainian giant in the gas game.
Son of the then Veep, Joe Biden, Hunter was an anomaly – a high-roller with no qualification or reason to be on that board. His credentials? Zip. Nada. Zero in energy or Ukrainian affairs. Yet, there he was, ensconced in a cushy seat with a fat paycheck that would make a mob boss blush. The deal stank of corruption – Ignored, rotting, festering under the noses of those bastards supposed to be the vanguards of truth.
Viktor Shokin, the Ukrainian prosecutor, smelled the same stink. The guy had the balls to dig into the cesspool of Burisma, sniffing out trails of laundered American dough, taxpayer dollars handed out like candy in the form of salaries, grants and loans. His bullseye was on the big question – what was Hunter Biden's role in this whole corrupt circus?
But here's the kicker, in a twist that would give the best novelist a run for their money, Shokin was canned. Who was twisting the knife? Good ol' Joe Biden, who conveniently bragged about his role in the prosecutor's dismissal. The stench of corruption was overpowering, a father shielding his son from the fallout, safeguarding the family interests.
Here was America, self-appointed global watchdog against corruption, engaging in it and covering it up, its own high-profile citizens stuck knee-deep in the muck they were supposed to prevent. Irony, or just a sorry reality of international politics?
Beneath Ukraine's cold exterior lay a treasure trove, a bounty of natural gas that had Europe foaming at the mouth. The race was on to control this resource, to dictate the terms, to gain the upper hand in the world's oldest game – power.
Navigating this labyrinth of deceit was Marina, a high-level employee of Burisma, with a spine of steel, ready to take on the powers that be. When I made contact with her via VK social media, the first seeds of a possible explosive revelation were sown. Over time, a rapport was built, an exchange proposed – her story for safe passage out of Ukraine.
Beneath the dour February drizzle, Marina came forth from the gray abyss, straddling the treacherous line between valor and vulnerability. A pawn in this cloak-and-dagger charade of corruption, she was a vital link, a conduit ready to lay bare the underbelly of the grotesque puppet show of bribery and political corruption. Surreally, I found myself neck-deep in the gritty world of international power games, navigating the maze of the deep state. Politics, especially on the global stage, was a fucking mire of secret deals and veiled agendas.
As Marina laid out the blueprints to this whole rotten operation, I found myself sinking further into the mire. She cracked open the glossy façade of Burisma's Cyprus front, exposing it for what it really was – a smokescreen to shield a seedy money-laundering operation from prying eyes, taking advantage of the island nation's lax banking oversight. The real hub of this corrupt behemoth was tucked away in the serpentine alleys of Kiev.
I prodded her for the big fish, and Marina didn't disappoint. Names that had been nothing more than whispered rumors and cryptic references in coded dossiers sprang forth – Alexander Gorbunenko, Yury Gaudich, and Taras Burdeinyi. Hunter Biden, not a boss per se but an influencer, a puppeteer in the guise of a board member, wielding power and control like a seasoned maestro.
Marina's tale was punctuated with fleeting encounters with familiar faces – Joe Biden, the man behind the curtain; Hunter Biden, a charmer and a player who knew just what strings to pull; Devon Archer, a constant in this twisted narrative. She spoke of Mykola Zlochevsky, the elusive puppeteer who ghosted to England as Hunter Biden's role in the company firmed up.
The mention of Viktor Shokin, the dogged prosecutor hot on Burisma's tail, caused a noticeable shiver in Marina. She spun tales of frenzied