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Wahrer und investigativer Journalismus, der Versucht, die Wahrheit ans Licht zu bringen, war und ist immer nötig. Doch er steht auch immer unter Druck und scheint es heute in erschreckend und zunehmender Weise zu tun. Dieses Stillleben ist eine kleine (und etwas naive) Hommage des Sekretärs…
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True and investigative journalism, the attempt to bring the truth to light, was and is always necessary. But it is also always under pressure and seems to be so these days in a frightening and increasing way. This still life is a small (and somewhat naïve) tribute of the Secretary...
Did COVID-19 Come from America?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3J6zm6zgah0
That was only an American's view, pointing out some concrete facts and timelines which may or maynot be essential and his conclusion is rather confusing. But the Italian authority from Milan, after examining 50 or so samples from China, had come to the conclusion that Covid 19 in Italy had probably nothing to so with China and that local infections had most likely begun locally since last October, i.e. before the outburst in China.
At the same time, there is also an expert whistleblower from Seattle who said that she had discovered Covid 19 cases there where the patients had no apparent connection with China...
A recent phylogenetic study by a Japanese University apparently suggests that the origin of the corona virus originated from US instead of Wuhan and so are most of it's offshoots elsewhere :
arxiv.org/ftp/arxiv/papers/2002/2002.08802.pdf
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Tuo Musi, Chinese Oil Painter ( in Chinese )
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=txaxgreljK0&t=3792s
www.bilibili.com/video/av6453505/
Some Forecasts ( in Chinese ) href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myolRRaMPdw" rel="noreferrer nofollow">www.youtube.com/watch?v=myolRRaMPdw
Too many versions of just one source image mixed/masked/layered in Image Blender and intermittently textured, also many times, in Stackables. One or two details added in iColorama.
Bus passengers,some getting off work and going home from JFK International Airport.My work day was just starting.I had to try and quickly squeeze off the shot because I was afraid the guy sitting to my left (not shown) was gonna turn whistleblower on me.
It is Puppy Day today so thought I'd look through some of my puppy pictures of Ashala to upload for this special day. I really like this one of her on my bed blowing on my whistle...lol...
“It’s got an amazing coastline. You’ll get loads of great pictures there!” I forget where we were discussing. Bali perhaps, or Western Australia - places I’ve never even been close to. Most of my Irish cousins are far more well travelled than I am, at least where long distances are concerned. Especially since two of them moved to Perth about fifteen years ago within a few months of one another. Neither of them have ever shown any signs of coming back to the northern hemisphere for anything more than a family visit. One day I might finally see those distant worlds, but my response was a simple one, and I had my cousins’ own backyard in mind. “I can’t think of many places I’d rather go to than the west coast of Ireland,” I replied. “Filthy weather, lonely clifftops, fleeting moments of spectacular light, and a wild and beautiful coastline.” I could have been talking about home. But I’d heard Ireland’s call and my flights were booked.
I should have known that a certain airline, famous for a long list of optional extras, would deploy its well known tactic. Fare creep is an insidious beast. I suppose at least they let you sit down for the flight rather than strapping you to the fuselage unless you cough up another fifty quid each way. A normal person with a normal hobby wouldn’t have this problem, but Muggins here needed to take a bagful of camera equipment, and even the smaller pack was pushing the boundaries when I reached for the tape measure. That telephoto lens is a beast, but I couldn’t have left it at home. On the plus side, the additional forty quid I was about to part with entitled me not only to bring the camera bag into the cabin with its own seat, extra leg room and complimentary snacks from the lite bites menu, but also made me one of the chosen few. Priority boarding no less. I’ve never felt quite so important. I imagined the conversation at check in. “Priority boarding? Oh yes it’s quite popular. See that couple over there sharing the battered looking tin cup, drinking coffee out of a thermos flask? They’re the only ones who haven’t purchased it for the flight to Dublin this afternoon”
“Laptops and kindles in a separate tray!” sings the operative for the hundredth time this morning. I point to the one where I’ve already placed mine. “Belts and watches off. Empty your pockets. Are you wearing boots today sir?” I nod at the other tray where I’ve already put all of these items. Yet no matter how much I’ve prepared for the walk of intrusion, I almost always set off the metal detector. I could be standing there in my underpants and it would bleep in indignation. Sometimes I can almost hear the imaginary rubber gloves snapping onto eager fingers, yet I'm not Carlos the Jackal, neither am I doing part time work for a group of Colombian businessmen. I have never had surgery involving insertion of ironmongery in replacement of missing bones, nor do I have gold teeth. But still that infernal machine sings at me like an over excited whistleblower. At least this time the camera bag and the laptop made it through without drawing unwanted suspicion. To my left stood a man nursing a pot belly that he’d no doubt lovingly crafted over many decades of real ale consumption. There was no option other than to reach out across his protruding gut to retrieve my laptop and Kindle. Which was almost as uncomfortable as the sound of those rubber gloves snapping away in my subconscious.
I’d only now realised that this was my first solo mission. I’ve been away on photography trips with Dave and Lee plenty of times, but never before was there nobody to please but myself. If I was prepared to sit on top of a freezing cold headland in the pouring rain, waiting for the light, there would be no need to worry whether everyone else was enjoying themselves quite as much as I was. I’d already dropped some very subtle hints to my Irish family, gently letting it be known that I will often stay in the same place for two or three hours, even though nothing much might be happening. Watching landscape photographers at work is by no means an exciting pastime, especially in adverse conditions. This was going to be a trip where there would be no compromises with anyone except for myself. I needn’t have worried though. Everyone needed to go to work, and I’d deliberately chosen the middle of the week for my jaunt down west.
And then there was the subject of locations. The family had a long list of suggestions, many of them very distracting - and by that I don’t mean the guided tour of the Jameson’s distillery in Midleton. The south west corner it would definitely be, in either Cork or neighbouring Kerry, but I didn’t want to be spending big chunks of short November days driving long distances in and out of the five toes of rocky land that lay dipped into the edge of the Atlantic on the map. With just three afternoons of shooting ahead of me, I needed to keep it simple.
In fact with the two locations that were at the forefront of my mind, the decision was a very easy one. The Dingle peninsula promised everything I was looking for. So Kerry it would be. I booked the hire car, found a small cottage and started my research. I’m rarely happier than when I’m making plans. And sometimes those plans are interrupted by an unscheduled stop to grab that fleeting moment of spectacular light, a rainstorm crossing the semi-mythical, but very real Macgillycuddy’s Reeks, which is exactly what happened here. Told you I needed that telephoto lens.
London-Assange-Justice. We need whistleblowers and journalists publishing what endangers democratic control of powers and human rights.
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English
In the 80s of the last century I was still a child and at the schoolyard our parents talked many times with other parents about Zaandam. For a long while then the news was dominated by a murdercase in a clothing store that was called the fitting room murder. It was a horrific crime in which a young clothing saleswoman was found murdered in a fitting room of a boutique in Zaandam. At that time she was in love with professional football player Luc Nijholt. The police and the Prosecution had tunnel vision cause they focused on only one suspect. The detectives used a scandalous and humiliating interrogation method, which later became known as the Zaanse interrogation method. An innocent man is then convicted of murdering the young woman. After a while the innocent man was acquitted on appeal. Many years later, the real perpetrator became known through DNA traces. However, the murderer had already died from the effects of a heroin addiction. As a child, Zaandam was a city that you would not soon go to. I felt so sorry for the murdered woman and the relatives. I thought it was a dangerous city. Yes that's what you think as a child. Decades later, Zaandam is a city where I feel very comfortable when visiting. Zaandam has a number of beautiful parks and the Veldpark is one of them. I took this photo at the boat berth there, paying attention to the reflections of the tree branches on the water. The branches of life. The life that Sandra van Raalten was only allowed to experience for such a short time.The lives of all relatives, the life of Luc Nijholt, the life of Rob van Zaane and whistleblower detective Sjoerd Bos that would never be the same again.
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In de jaren 80 van de vorige eeuw was ik nog een kind en op het schoolplein spraken onze ouders vaak met andere ouders over Zaandam. Lange tijd werd het nieuws toen namelijk gedomineerd door een moordzaak in een kledingwinkel daar, die de Zaanse paskamermoord werd genoemd. Het was een gruwelijke misdaad waarbij een jonge kledingverkoopster op klaarlichte dag vermoord werd aangetroffen in een paskamer van een kledingboetiek in Zaandam. Ze had toen een relatie met profvoetballer Luc Nijholt. Bij de politie, het Openbaar Ministerie en de rechters was er sprake van tunnelvisie. De recherche van de politie Zaandam hanteerde ook nog eens een schandalige en vernederende verhoormethode, die later bekend werd als de Zaanse verhoormethode. Een onschuldige man wordt vervolgens veroordeeld voor de moord op de jonge vrouw terwijl er sterke aanwijzingen waren dat andere verdachten veel waarschijnlijker de dader hadden kunnen zijn. Na een lange tijd werd de onschuldige man in hoger beroep dan toch uiteindelijk vrijgesproken. Vele jaren later daarna werd de echte dader bekend via onderzoek naar DNA-sporen. De moordenaar was echter al overleden aan de gevolgen van een heroïneverslaving. Zaandam was als kind een stad waar je niet snel heen zou gaan vanwege dit allemaal. Ik had zo'n medelijden met de vermoorde vrouw en de nabestaanden. Ik vond het dan ook een gevaarlijke plek. Ja zo denk je als kind dan. Decennia later is Zaandam een stad waar ik me erg op mijn gemak voel en regelmatig vertoef. Zaandam heeft een aantal prachtige parken en het Veldpark is daar één van. Ik nam deze foto bij de ligplaats van de bootjes daar, met aandacht voor de reflecties van de boomtakken op het water. De takken van het leven. Het leven dat Sandra van Raalten helaas maar zo kort mocht meemaken. Het leven van alle nabestaanden, het leven van Luc Nijholt, het leven van Rob van Zaane en klokkenluider rechercheur Sjoerd Bos die nooit meer hetzelfde zouden zijn.
GUys I hate to be a whistleblower, but this is what the truth looks like ;)
I have to admit I havent been nominated and I don´t blame ya .. ;)
-The game called "Outlast: Whistleblower"
-Eddie Gluskin by Julios Plutonian Treves
-Waylon Park by Keoni Jones
The whistleblower writing to the US Congress stated the ‘Executive Branch has been managing UAP/NHI issues without Congressional knowledge . . . for some time, quite possibly decades’
Called Immaculate Constellation, an unnamed whistleblower claimed the project has been hidden from officials since 2017 because some say it surpasses being “top secret”.
Well guys here is my Halloween MOC! I know 5 days late but I got a bit tipsy on the day and then realised that my internet was down the next!!
Now back to the horror! This was based on the infamous horror game 'Outlast'. If anyone is familiar or keeping upto date with Red Barrels(developers) then you would know that a sequel(no not Whistleblower but an actual feature length game) is on its way. Something I'm dreadfully looking forward too. Go check out the teaser now, mainly beacuse I suck at links on here.
While surrounded by hate, harassment and retaliation, from Yosemite’s Toxic Mobbing Community. Whistleblower retaliation is off the charts.
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Sleep deprived and tormented, I struggle daily to maintain my dignity. The vile acts of my neighbors, prior coworkers and National Park employees; stay hidden by those that have the power to stop it. This is the life of a Whistleblower in Yosemite National Park. How do you maintain your dignity Michael, Cicely?
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Finding things to be thankful for; the health of our families, a place to live, food in our cupboards and companionship in all its forms.
Have a safe and compassionate Thanksgiving
As I reach out with heart and soul, trying to improve the conditions, expose the fraud, waste, corruption, mobbing, harassment and whistleblower retaliation here in Yosemite; I’m told “we are sorry to learn of your frustration”. Frustrating my ass; it’s criminal and that’s putting it mildly, this crap has been going on for over ten years. Using words like frustrating is another way to try and minimize what actually goes on here. The ground work for cover-up has begun. As my neighbors, coworkers, managers and others that live and work in the park continue their Community Mobbing, Harassment and Retaliation.
Yosemite will remain Extremely Toxic and Corrupt until there is common sense and accountability. Why is that so hard to understand? Until then, you may want to leave your dignity at the gate.
Putting the haters to the side, look at what a beautiful day it is. This was taken with 9 images. I had my head in the clouds. Now you see why I fight so hard, so people can be treated with dignity here.
Yosemite’s current Superintendent is: Michael T Reynolds
Nominated Director National Parks Services is: David Vela
• The truth about Yosemite 2016 to current: www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Yosemite-Chief-Retiring-Ami...
Audio Truth about Yosemite National Park: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye
Thank you and Flickr for giving me the opportunity to expose the Truth. Doing so, is becoming more dangerous each and every day, in the United States.
These two junipers are joined by their roots. Why as humans, can’t we do the same?
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Note: Yosemite National Park is a Mobbing Community, where hatred, harassment and retaliation are rewarded. Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking are the norm. When will Whistleblowers be heard and not hated, harassed and run out of the park?
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What a colorful election. We have crooks and criminals running for reelection all across this country. As many lose their homes, their livelihoods, their lives.
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He leads me up hills, when I think my weight I can’t carry.
He leads me home, when my bones get wary.
He leads me to a better place, when things gets scary.
He leads me when times get hard.
Not caring my body heavily scared.
He leads me from torment and pain.
Probably the only thing keeping me sane.
If you’re a victim of Gangstalking, Workplace Mobbing; Violence is not the answer. I know it’s a bitch, but don’t let them break you. Start yourself a daily journal. Document everything, don’t dwell on it. If nothing else; these haters are consistent. You’ll start to see their patterns, their ignorance. This can be used against them. If we ever get someone brave enough; in the FBI, Secret Service, any Law Enforcement; to actually do something. Anything, you know, like telling the truth about Gangstalking, Workplace Mobbing. The Root cause of most, of the Mass Shootings.
Try to find an outlet; read, learn, listen, compose. Reach inside and find something that will take you to a better place. If only in your mind.
Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing, are the major Motives for Mass Shootings. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Recently; many have dismissed the Walmart shootings, as Workplace Violence. They don’t tell you the root cause of this Workplace Violence. The Root Cause Is Workplace Mobbing. It’s one of the many ways an employer, coworkers; can rid themselves of whistleblowers, union organizers. Anyone that doesn’t go along with the status quo of corruption.
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Wikileaks Logo - in 3d with more leaks and reflection.
The source image for this illustration is from a Creative Commons licensed WikiLeaks logo found via Wikimedia.
Imagine living in a country where you were heard.
Imagine living in a country where elected officials served the people.
Imagine living in a country where liberty and justice were for all.
Imagine living in a country where all were treated equal.
Imagine living in a country where your home was your sanctuary.
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Note: Yosemite National Park is a Mobbing Community, where hatred, harassment and retaliation are rewarded. Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking are the norm. When will Whistleblowers be heard and not hated?
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In recent years, Simon Denny’s research-based art projects have explored aspects of technological evolution and obsolescence, corporate and neoliberal culture, national identity, tech-industry culture, and the internet.
His Biennale Arte 2015 project, Secret Power, was partly prompted by the impact of NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden’s leaks of PowerPoint slides outlining top-secret US telecommunications surveillance programmes to the world media, which began in 2013. These slides highlighted New Zealand’s role in US intelligence work, as a member of the US-led Five Eyes alliance. Now in the open, the slides have come to represent international surveillance work and its impact on individual privacy.
Secret Power takes its title from investigative journalist Nicky Hager’s 1996 book, which first revealed New Zealand’s involvement in US intelligence gathering.
Secret Power addresses the intersection of knowledge and geography in the post-Snowden era. It investigates current and obsolete languages for describing geo-political space, focusing on the roles played by technology and design. The contexts and histories of both venues provide highly productive frameworks for Secret Power, and have been directly engaged with through the work.
In the Library, Denny has installed a server room, with server racks and a workstation. In addition to holding computer equipment, the server racks and workstation double as vitrines, displaying a case study in NSA visual culture, consisting of sculptural and graphic elements based on the work of a former NSA designer and Creative Director of Defense Intelligence David Darchicourt and the Snowden slide archive, suggesting links in iconography and treatment. The server room resonates with the Library’s decorated Renaissance-period interior, with its maps and allegorical paintings—Denny’s inquiry into the current iconography of geopolitical power being framed within an obsolete one.
The meeting didn't go as it should go, AKU have no mercy, and they don't forgive whistleblowers who try to double-cross.
This whistleblower has spoken to some EFU (European Federal Union) component ,probably the worst decision he could make and AKU missed some good opportunities.
The AKU team has a new member with them and is already in action, the 2-legs drone At-Mter did the dirty job perfectly without any problem, now it's time to clean the scene for not to leave uncomfortable traces
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No comment -,enough polarizing, friendship-fracturing corona arguments already!
The art is the message :-)
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Or if you prefer to read some evidence from a seasoned journalist with integrity about the hard copy media's part in fearmongering the population..
www.ukcolumn.org/article/whistleblower-newspaper-industry...
This guy is a big bear and not to happy. I was out foraging for mushrooms again and it was a day for bears. This is the 2nd one I came across. The first was Little Brownie, I’ve come across him the last 3 springs. This big guy kept putting his nose in the air, smelling me up-wind. I saw the big scars on his head and didn’t want to get much closer. Even though he smelled and saw me, it didn’t phase him. I moved over to the wood line to the right, but he worked his way to a small patch of woods, on the other side of the meadow.
You know what else is really big in Yosemite; its extreme Mobbing and Retaliation against Whistleblowers. On my way home, the Mobbers/Haters were set up along Cooks Meadow. The evening before, I stopped there and took some photos of Yosemite Falls. It was getting dark and they didn’t expect it. So, this day; just in case, the Village Idiots of Yosemite were out in full force. They were hoping to get in my composition, in my face.
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It seems like ages ago I posted a photo titled “The Death of a Civil Nation”, but look at us now. I look at the national news online, tears form in my eyes. I do my grocery shopping in Buckeye Arizona; every local in the Mobbing Community shows up to harass my dog and myself. I go to a local station to fill our Motorhome with propane; every simpleton in Tonopah, shows up; to pull some kind of mobbing simpleton skit. I really try to be tactful, but how can I, when my dog and I are constantly mobbed and surrounded by such hate and ignorance. As Koda (The Magnificent) and I Boondock; we are surrounded by such hate and harassment. There will be miles and acres of open sites, but these haters set up a stone throw away. You can’t reason with these people; especially when there are many in law enforcement and first responders, participating too. This is the daily life of a Whistleblower in America. The daily hidden life of many Americans; that are not afraid to confront the deep corruption within our nation. I won’t be silenced; I’ll continue to shine light on what many call Gang Stalking, Community Mobbing.
These groups use 24/7 harassment tactics to rid their communities of anyone they deem undesirable. Corporations, Law Enforcement and some of our Government agencies use these groups to target and discredit Whistleblowers.
Update: within minutes of posting this; more haters and baiters show up to harass Koda and myself. Using their own children and pets. This is America today!!! Yesterday two Law Enforcement agents from the Department of the Interior came to my camp and said I had to move in two weeks. As I watched them leave; they didn't stop at any other camps. Almost everyone close to me had left prior to them showing up. But, after I posted this many come rushing back to get their licks in.
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I came across Maggie again this morning, noted by a couple scars on her left side. She’s a sweetheart and will often approach me. I had to turn her back today. I didn’t want her going anywhere near the Vile, Toxic work department, I just came from. My coworkers so loud, vile and obnoxious; a woman grabs her young son by the arm and rushes out the door. As my coworkers and neighbors, are allowed to scream profanity, be as loud and obnoxious as possible, harass, bate, retaliate and mob. All in the name of Workplace Mobbing, Community stalking and Gang Stalking. I have been reaching out to NPS Regional Directors office again. Meanwhile; every vile, unethical person in the park; rallies to make my live a living hell. Again folks, this is not about me. It’s about doing what’s right, to make this a better America, a better, safer, civil Yosemite National Park. I’ll face them tonight as I try to relax in my room, sleep in my bed and when I go back to work tomorrow. This is how people are silenced, forced out of Yosemite. As our contractors rape and pillage for billions in profits and guest go home sick and injured. Will I keep posting; damn right….
Put on a good pair of headphones and take a listen to a small portion of what happens to whistleblowers in America, in our National Parks
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