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Millionaire to nothing to in debt for over 200k

I don’t know where to begin but it all started in 2015 when I first got into trading stocks. At first I would make a couple hundred dollars and be happy about it but than I manage to catch a few bubbles and I grew my account from couple grand to 30k this increased my appetite for risk and wanting to be one of the greatest traders. I placed a huge bet on margin thinking I’m such a big shot trader and lost it all in 2016. At the time I was also invested into ethereum a cryptocurrency which I bought for $8. Overall during the cryptocurrency boom (not going into detail here because I don’t want to be identified) I made 3.7 mill trading different currency pairs without leverage. Than during the crash I learned about margin trading again in crypto this time I caught the top I was short selling over 10 mill worth of bitcoin and I was making insane amounts of money and kept adding to my position when it sprang back up I got liquidated for nearly 50% of my net worth. I made a few good plays over the course of 2018 but majority of my own funds. I gave up getting good grades in school. I gave up my health. While my friends were parting and relaxing I was always in my room grinding trying to become great all for what to be trash at the end.
Right after that I got kicked out of my internship program for a engineering degree I failed couple of my classes during my third year. I cried. I was depressed. I didn’t know what to do.
I tired to help my friends and family make money during the bull run also but than the exchange I had funds on got hacked. Leaving me with nothing. Leaving out the exchange because I was to remain anon.
I manage to survive spring and summer of 2018 because I was determined to get back on my feet and pay everyone back which was only $40,000 at the time. I started working and saving money. The only way I could think of turning couple thousand from my pay cheque to $40,000-$100,000 was margin trading this is where I messed up. I kept losing funds. Number of times I turned $3,000 into around 50-60k only to lose all the funds again. All in all I borrowed more money and invest that and lost it to. I have $2,000 left and in debt for over $200k.
I can’t face my family I feel so ashamed. I can’t face my friends I feel sick to my stomach.
During that time from 2018 to now 2019 I’ve been following this subreddit reading posts trying to find hope for myself or even just thinking about killing myself so it can relax my mind a bit.
I decided to make this account today because I’ve had enough I kept trying and I lost all hope now. I’m not happy I’m not a great trader the last 4 years all went down the drain I just want to kill myself in the least painful way. My story is in jumbles some of you might not understand stuff from my perspective but failing and having the stress of owing people money when you promised them you’ll make them rich is something I can’t handle.
My entire reputation is down the drain I feel like such a wasteful speculator I JUST WANT TO FKING DIE ALREADY I can’t even focus anymore .
Advice: Don’t ever try to help someone with their investments. Don’t take money from people even if they are giving it to you. Don’t you leverage and don’t margin trade. I hope you learn from my sacrifice as this is the end of the road for me. I love you. Bye.
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Future Of Investing In Cryptocurrency

Future Of Investing In Cryptocurrency


Cryptocurrency
I've been saying some information about Bitcoin a great deal of late. I' haven't written anything about it since I end up in an awkward spot in concurring with the predominant press: It's an air pocket. Bitcoin began as what I'd call "millennial gold" – the youthful generation view at it as their gold substitute.
Bitcoin is two things: blockchain technology and a (perceived) currency. The blockchain element of Bitcoin may have enormous future applications: It may be used for electronic contracts, voting, money transfers – and the list goes on. But there is a critical misconception about Bitcoin: Ownership of Bitcoin doesn’t give you ownership of the technology. I, without owning a single bitcoin, own as much Bitcoin technology as someone who owns a million bitcoins; that is, exactly none. It’s just like when you have $1,000 on a Visa debit card: That $1,000 doesn’t give you part ownership of the Visa network unless you own some Visa stock.

Owning Bitcoin gives you a right to … what? Digital bits?

I can understand gold bugs and the original Bitconnect aficionados. The global economy is living beyond its means and financing its lifestyle by issuing a lot of debt. Usually, this behavior would cause higher interest rates and inflation. But not when you have central banks. Our local central bankers bought this newly issued debt and brought global interest rates down to near-zero levels (and in many cases to what would have been previously unthinkable harmful levels). If you think investing today is difficult, being a parent is even more difficult.
The logical inconsistencies and internal sickness of the global economy have manifested themselves into a digital creature: Bitcoin. The core argument for Bitcoin is not much different from the case for gold: Central banks cannot print it. However, the shininess of gold has less appeal to millennials than Bitcoin does. They are not into jewelry as much as previous generations; they don’t wear watches (unless they track your heartbeat and steps). Unlike with gold, where transporting a million dollars requires an armored track and a few bodybuilders, a nearly weightless thumb drive will store a dollar or a billion dollars of Bitcoin. Gold bugs would, of course, argue that gold has a tradition that goes back centuries. To which digital millennials would probably say, gold is analog, and Bitcoin is digital. And they’d add, in today’s world the past is not a predictor of the future – Sears was around for 125 years, and now it is almost dead.
A client jokingly told me that his biggest gripe with me in 2016 and 2017 was that I didn’t buy him any Ethereum Price. I told him not so jokingly that if I bought him Ethereum, he’d be right to fire me. Maybe I’m a dinosaur; but, like gold, Ethereum Price is impossible to value. What is it worth? It has no cash flows. Is a coin worth $2, $200, or $20,000? But Wall Street strategists have already figured out how to model and value this creature. Their models sound like this: “If only X percent of the global population buys Y amount of Ethereum Price, then due to its scarcity it will be worth Z.” On the surface, these types of models bring apparent rationality and an almost professional valuation to an asset that has no inherent value. You can let your imagination run wild with X’s and Y’s, but the simple truth is this: Ethereum Price is un-valuable.
In 1997, when Coke’s valuation started to rival some dotcoms, bulls used this math: “The average consumer of Coke in developed markets drinks 296 ounces of Coke a year. These markets represent only 20% of the global population.” And then the punchline: “Can you imagine what Coke’s sales would be if only X% of the rest of the world consumed 296 ounces of Coke a year?” Somehow, the rest of the world still doesn’t consume 296 ounces of Coke. Twenty years later, Coke’s stock price is not far from where it was then – but on the way, it declined 60% and stayed there for a decade. Coke, however, was a real company with an actual product, actual sales, an authentic brand, and real tangible, dividend-producing cash flows.
If you cannot value an asset, you cannot be rational. With litecoin price at $11,000 today, it is crystal clear to me, with the benefit of hindsight, that I should have bought litecoin at 28 cents. But you only get hindsight in hindsight. Let’s buy litecoin today at $11,000. If it goes up 5% a day like a clock and gets to $110,000 – you don’t need rationality. Just buy and gloat. But what do you do if the price goes down to $8,000? You’ll probably say, “No big deal, I believe in cryptocurrencies.” What if it then goes to $5,500? Half of your hard-earned money is gone. Do you buy more? Trust me, then, the celebratory articles you are reading today will have vanished. The remarkable stories of a plumber becoming an overnight millionaire with the help of litecoin will not be gracing the social media. The moral support – which is peer pressure – that drives you to own litecoin will be gone, too.
Then you’ll be reading stories about other suckers like you who bought it at what – in hindsight – turned out to be the all-time high and who got sucked into the potential for future riches. And then Bitcoin will tumble to $2,000 and then to $100. Since you have no idea what this crypto thing is worth, there is no center of gravity to guide you or anyone else to make rational decisions. With Coke or another real business that generates actual cash flows, we can at least have an intelligent conversation about what the company is worth. We can’t have one with Bitcoin. The X times Y = Z math will be reapplied by Wall Street as it moves on to something else.
People who are buying Bitcoin today are doing it for one simple reason: FOMO – fear of missing out. Yes, this behavior is so predominant in our society that we even have an acronym for it. Bitcoin is priced today at $11,000 because the fool who bought it for $11,000 is hoping that there is another, the greater fool who will pay $12,000 for it tomorrow. This game of greater fools is not new. The Dutch played it with tulips in the 1600s– it did not end well. Americans took the game to a new level with dotcoms in the late 1990s – that round ended in tears, too. And now millennials and millennial-wannabes are playing it with Bitcoin and few hundred other competing cryptocurrencies.
The counterargument to everything I have said so far is that those dollar bills you have in your wallet or that digitally reside in your bank account are as fictional as Bitcoin. True. Currencies, like most things in our lives, are stories that we all have (mostly) unconsciously bought into. (I highly encourage you to read my favorite book of 2015: Sapiens, by Yuval Harari.) Of course, society and, even more importantly, governments have agreed that these fiat currencies are going to be the means of exchange.
Also, taxation by the government turns the dollar bill “story” into a very physical reality: If you don’t pay taxes in dollars, you go to jail. (The US government will not accept Bitcoins, gold, chunks of granite, or even British pounds).
And finally, governments tend to look at Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies as a threat to their existence. First, governments are very particular about their monopolistic right to control and print currencies – this is how they can overpromise and underdeliver. No less important, the anonymity of cryptocurrencies makes them a heaven for tax avoiders – governments don’t like that.
The Chinese government outlawed cryptocurrencies in September 2017. Western governments are most likely not far behind. If you think banning a competitor can happen only in a dictatorial regime like China’s, think again. This can and did happen in a democracy like the US. With Executive Order 6102 in 1933, US President Franklin D. Roosevelt made it illegal for the US population to “hoard gold coin, gold bullion, or gold certificates.”
However, nothing I have written above will matter until it does.
Bitcoin may go up to $110,000 by the end of 2018 before it comes down to earth. That is how bubbles work. Just because I called it a bubble doesn’t mean it will automatically jump.
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[Discussion] Finally made it from $20 to my dream knife.....

Well, safe to say my journey hasn't been easy. To give you guys a bit of context to my trading situation, I "invested" $20 into my trading career in late 2015/early 2016. I was making A LOT of profit back then, at one point i was making $100 a day just downgrading. For those of you who weren't around, this was when the gambling craze sort of kicked off and everyone was hooked on it. I managed to trade up to $2000, but somehow lost 10 coinflips in a row and lost it all. I went into a bit of depression seeing all my shit gone, but whatever. I had $70 left. I managed to trade up to a flip knife doppler when i got scammed by one of my close friends. Read that story here
But i was done with CS and trading at that point, everyone could go fuck themselves. So i sold my shit, cashed out to Bitcoin and sort of left it there for 6 months. When i came back my bitcoin doubled and i now had $150. This was on April 24th of this year. So i decided to come back to trading and make my way up to a M9 Ruby, which was something I had never attained and could never attain.
The grind was real at around 60 keys, i'd be making 1 key profits for A LONG time, and spend many hours trading. But it paid off and I got to around 120 keys. This was when shit hit the fan. Around this time, the new operation had been released (Hydra), so Knight prices were falling like hell. Turned out that one site was selling Knights at a really low rate, and another site still hadn't adjusted their prices (it was a gambling site, trying out trade bots xD), so i abused the shit out of both of them. It was on the night of my math GCSE, but i was like fuck it, i need the profit baaad. I made 140 keys that night. So in 1 night i went from 120 keys to 260 xD.
After that, i was making decent profit (5k each trade) and I was slowly making my way up. Then i tried branching off into different things. I tried buying skins for btc from people i knew, and managed to make good profit, but got fucked and lost 200 keys when btc fell from $3000 to $1800. I also invested in the Krakow Challenger Capsules, i could've cashed out and gotten 1200 keys, but i got greedy and "only" managed to get a 200 key profit after leaving it to lie in my inventory for 2 months. Now fast forward 2-3 months, this is October.
I barely did any trading in October, and I was mainly stuck with items which I seemingly couldn't trade for the life of me. This is where i started to slip back into old habits and lost $200 gambling. But i finally got a breakthrough recently. I had traded up to 690 keys after a lot of grinding again in November. 2 weeks ago, i picked up a 0.071 dlore which I sold on OPskins for 690 keys, and i was like fuck it, ill try out BTC again.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand that's when BTC went from $9700 to $11800 and i cashed out yesterday, bought 850 keys. And now i have my M9 Ruby + 78 keys for playskins :)

The Dream

This isn't the type of post where I say "Wowzers, look at me daddy, I make "soo" much profit trading"
I'm just sick of people saying trading is impossible and its not worth it anymore. There's always profit to be made, you just need to be resourceful.

TLDR; Made profit trading, got a nice M9 Ruby.

oh and btw, i'll probably have traded this by next week :)
EDIT: This made my day . https://imgur.com/gallery/MOKxq
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My life went to hell after I tried drugs. [Lifestory summarization, Drug story summarization]

TD;DR? Please do not comment if you didn't read the whole thing.
Long post incomming. Im from Sweden a 27 year old guy with Autism (aka I am very introvert but also intelligent) who spends his days gaming (been doing this for 9 years now, 6-10 hours a day is an understatement.
GROWING UP
Bullied since pretty much 7 years old. Not too bad tho, but still as such a young child it took a toll on me.
When I hit high school it got 10 times worse, friends one moment bullies the next. Started crying after getting punched while 13, ran to the bathroom and saw how ugly I looked when I cried so have only cried 3 times since then. Also around age 15 my father got really really mean, he was bullying me 3-4 times a week, and it went on for 1-3 hours usally. Screaming back at him ofc it really tore me down. Not feeling safe at home or in school.
Don't know the english word for it (think you have different school systems than us anyway) but school between age 16-19 (gymnasie in swedish): This was hell. I got physically and mentally abused every day, just sat and played WoW instead because I was addicted to it, and people usually left me alone. But when we went to eat I could get a snowball in the back, be pushed into the snow face first. I had my locker kicked in, and people called me names (fatass and similar). Bullying by dad was going on during those years as well.
The Drug Story:
First time I did drugs was for panic attacks which made my already bad insomnia unbearable so I got Ambien I think it's called inte U.S, Zolpidem. And WOW it removed my anxiety which I had no Idea I was carrying around but I felt such a relief. I started eating it during daytime only after a week (still living at home at this point). Don't think my parents noticed but you get really fucked up on that shit so they suspected at the very least. I drank some at home as well, but not much.
Moved to my own apartment at 20, discovered weed. Used it to treat my insomnia and anxiety - I've had insomnia issues for 20 years and anxiety since I started high school, but I didn't know how it was to live without it so never knew before the Ambien). It worked for a year ca, smoked all the time every day was hooked straight away. Spent the $30k my parents had saved for me during that year.
I went on welfare after the money were gone, roughly $600 a month. Swedish welfare system is MUCH MUCH better than most of the worlds, I think it's the best since we have the highest taxes so everyone who don't have a job can get it. $600 is enough to stay alive, keep apartment etc, but not enough to buy weed. So I started buying Benso instead and tested that.
Only thing I saw there was HOLY SHIT THIS IS BETTER THAN WEED AND 10 TIMES CHEAPER. I ate it every now and then for a couple of months, then I started to eat Rivotril (2mg every morning) so I didn't have anxiety and no social phobia. It worked for maybe half a year.
HEY it's pretty fun to mix it with booze DAMN you feel soooo gooood, memory is gone the day after but whatever I don't need to feel anxiety, I even can feel euphoric (I've never really felt happiness sober since young child). So the addiction (prefer to call addiction Demon cuz that's what it feels like) within me grabbed me harder and harder.
More than 1 pill now, maybe 5-10 a day roughly (dont remember). Also some Tramadol and little bit of Subutex, and of course other Bensos. Couldn't afford it so I had to start selling drugs, which was exciting and fun. I bought Benso on credit for $1200 which gave me 1000 Rivotril. Bought them on a Swedish forum where you can buy (think it's still up and it's not even on the dark web). It covered my own usage, I ate maybe 50% of them and sold 50% of them so went +-0.
Then I got a real letdown in my living situation - I pulled over under the influence. Boom driving license gone - I felt like I had lost my last line to society (always felt outcast obviously since I am socially akward+the bullying). My thoughts here: I DONT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE.
The Demon had full control now, I started selling more and more, even made a bit of a profit. I was mixing deadly doses of Methadone, Alcohol, Benzos, Uppers, the whole book during this time. A standard dose could look like this: *40-60mg of Methadone, alternatively 8mg Subutex *4 litres of beer 7.7% (1 gallon). *10-40 Rivo or Xanax or both..
Needless to say I should be dead as I was mostly alone doing this, this went on for a few years. Woke up several times a night having to take a DEEEP inhale because I had stopped breathing. Dunno why I am still alive, guardian angel or something, something woke me up anyway. On my cousins baptism I was on Benzo+Subutex, and I drank there as well. Nobody said shit about it but they must have known. Dark rings under the eyes, small pupils, blank eyes yeah you get it. That side of the family is REALLY wealthy (I'm talking hundreds of millions), so every gettogether there was like the nobel dinner (always hated going on those gettogethers). *Side note: I can share more emberassing stories if anyone's interested.
This went on for roughly 2 years, I've always payed my bills before the drugs at least so never lost home, never payed a bill late at all actually. So the economy didn't suffer. Think it was during this I found SR and started getting into the darknet market. But onlt bought drugs from there, sold them on the streets.
REHAB TIME
First rock bottom. I just couldn't take the lifestyle anymore suicidetime was near. So I asked for rehab (this is the best thing about Sweden, the goverment pays for it) and got it. Got clean, the detox was hell but I have a psyche of a warrior. First time clean in a few years was wonderful, the first month is always the best. Only positive I loved it, best time in my adult life was on this rehab.
Learned that I almost died 400+ times from that rehab, it saved my life. I thought I was invincible during the most destructive time (or I didn't care) either way never going back to that.
Stayed 3 months but then I got the Demon cravings, he wanted out of his cage. I smoked some spice on the home my last week other than that I was 100% drug free during this period.
BACK TO WHAT I KNOW - DRUGS
Alright, back to it again. Train+buss home to apartment, met up a dealer 2 hours after I came home and got some subutex. Kept using Benso, Opiates, Lyrica came into the picture (got HOOKED) on that shit, in Sweden it's not even classed as a narcotic which is just insane. This poison will ruin your mind...
Now I found a Swedish darknet site similar to SR. This was during the SR2 BMR etc era, and I read up on how to decrypt adresses with PGP. Wasn't that hard and I was selling on the Deep Web within a few weeks after I got home.
And god damn, buissness was booming. I made much cash, still spent much of it on drugs but made some profit.
A days work as dealer during this time was: Sold Oxy, Benso (bought 1000 pack of benzo for $240, repackaged them into 50 and 100 and sold on the same site, but double price). Gets you an idea of how much cash possibilites I had. Ate a lot of pills still, mixed benso with alcohol still, I was a perfect vendor on this site, 100+ reviews with 5/5. That's a thing I don't understand; I eat tons of Benso but only mess up maybe 5 times by sending wrong drug to wrong person, mixing the adress labels up. Reimbursed them 110% always so got 5 from them also in the end.
The stress over all of this got too much tho. I checked the site 10 times a day, replied to all PM, posted many many mails. So I decided to go to rehab again, I had a date set but broke my ankle so 6 weeks I think it was with the cast, and then more time for the rehabilitation so I could walk again. Kept using/selling aswell. Tough times but whatever I get through it, after it healed I was done (again).
REHAB #2
This was the summer of 2015, so I was 25 years old (actually 24 when I came, had my birthday there, everytime someone has a birthday they serve cake and sing for the person who has to sit on a chair and have happy birthday sang to him/her. IT WAS HORRIBLE!
Went back to same rehab place for detox. Hardest detox of my life - 2nd worst was ofc in the first rehab. I've done many many CT from Opi because I had tolerance and wanted it to go down. But nothing had preperad me for this. 1 year of Lyrica abuse 300-900mg a day. Benso detox and opiate detox was also there, but barely noticed them because of the Lyrica shit. Bloodpressure fell, every time I got up from a chaibed I even fainted once in the cafeteria, and had a small seizure. Other detox symptoms there: Derealization (THIS IS HORRIBLE), and the usual ones like anxiety, lack of sleep and such. 4 weeks and I was feeling good again. Went to another rehab with people who had to be there otherwise they'd go to jail (90% of the people there had been sentenced to 1-2 years rehab). None of them wanted to quit talked drugs all the time and it awoke the Demon and he wanted drugs. So I said BYE BYE going to go home to drug/sell again to them and took a bus home.
Last round of craziness (I REALLY HOPE)
Now I came out again and had thirst for money. I decided now I am going to get some cash out of this shitty life. So I disciplined myself to 1 Lyrica 300mg per day for medication purposes. Sometimes I ate an Oxy, sometimes I ate a Benso but not more.
My Demon wanted me to make BIG money instead. Like $24 000 (roughly 200k Swedish) in 6 months. I sold: *Oxy which I bought for $7 for a 40mg, also sold 20mg and 10mg but the price/mg, sold them for $21 *Subutex 8mg, earned 12 dollars each pill. *Methadone, I don't remember prices for them but they were rare on the site so I propably tripled the cash (was a rule I had, triple the cash, with some exceptions). *Flunitrazepam which is rare as FUCK in Sweden, especially in an unopened package (dunno the word for it, strips? Swedish word is Blister) *Tons and tons of Benso, kept the old scheme up. *Fentanyl one time, double profit. *More in smaller amounts, acid, Lyrica, Zopiklon, propably more I don't remember.
6 months that almost crushed me. I made my goal (in other words I made $3 560 a month on avarage. Profit, not spending money on drugs there. Actually I saved all profit in Bitcoin still have it til this day and now it's worth a lot. The stress tho, everything was shit in life, depression to the max and just thinking about buissness all the time. Rarely leave apartment, gaming and buissness.
Rock bottom this time was the worst one so far, I tried to suicide on new years 2015/2016, I was drunk as fuck, had no tolerance to opiods and had Fentanyl at home. Before I went to bed I chewed it and put it in under my lip. Woke up next day with it, realized what I had done, stayed in this life a little longer but stopped selling.
The following months till June I used Amphetamine a lot. But never been awake longer than 3 days a row at this point, I can't stand being awake longer periods of time.
Hehe and I couldn't fall asleep with benso from the Amphetamine so I had to start baking hasch browns. I had a lot of cash so fuck it make them big. 5-10 grams in each batch. So it went like this: Amphetamine 1g /day roughly 1-3 days, then eat the brownies to sleep. Problem was I built tolerance to the hasch ofc, so didn't help me sleep hehe. I was confused af during this time forgot a lot of shit because I was awake so much, a really messed up guy was pissed off because I was so god damn wasted all the time. And he was right, so time for rehab again, this time a long stay.
REHAB 2016 March
Alright, another detox this one wasn't too hard. Still tough but nothing compared to the other 2. I had a REALLY good time on the rehab, fun people and I am very easy to spend time with so made many friends that I had good laughs with. Was drug free March - Oct then I went home because I wanted to sell again.
Dope-selling relapse
That didn't last long because I got busted and now I am awaiting trial (posting this on a new account and on a 2048bit VPN). They took * 3 computers * 2 cell phones * vacuum packager * hundreds of Lyrica * hundreds of Xanax * 15-20 Subutex 8mg * some personal use stuff like half a hasch piece and so on. Here I gave up on selling (still do it a little bit now but I am going to stop it).
All I could see now was darkness. Didn't know what to do except slice my wrists or go back to rehab, which I had been missing a lot with all the nice people there.. Foreveralone.jpg So I went to moms house said what had happend she got sad ofc but I wont lie to her. Slept there and went back to rehab again in November.
REHAB 2016 November
Detox was "easy" compared to the others. First 2 months were really tough but I pulled through. I was depressed because of the bust afraid of going to prison axious and felt pretty bad overall. Wanted a truck to drive into the wall and kill me pretty much. It got better with time, and March I felt like I was ready. I made up a date with the social worker to go home.
Home Again After 9 Months Rehab
Gonna short this down a lot, lots of non-drug related problems are going. I stayed sober for 3 weeks, then I smoked once a week, ate Lyrica every day for 1.5 months, detoxed myself and been without them since. Smoke weed in order to be able to sleep and use Elvanse 1-2 days a month.
Overall I am VERY HAPPY with the progress I've made towards sobriety. I am sick of that life, and I am not going back to that, well I hope and if I belived in god I would pray for it. I've always been a 5/5 seller both on the street and on Darknet. I am actually proud of this, judge me if you want. I played the game and I came out with BIG profit (wont lose it in the court I am sure of this).
Ask me anything about anything related to drugs, my life, dangers of mixing this and that... yeah you get it I am self made expert when it comes to drugs and selling them.
TL;DR Read the whole post or move on.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked the text, I am going to write a book someday (in swedish tho propably).
Gonna sleep now but will reply to all comments tomorrow.
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A user's Perspective of Bitcoin: It sucks

Hi guys, let me just start off as saying that I have known about bitcoin for a long time (way back in 2010-2011) because one of my friend offered to trade his bitcoins for my car exhaust. And after that I have bought some bitcoin here and there for a while.
Here comes the crazy part: Bitcoin sucks........alot. Let me first tell you all that I live in Thailand, a not so developed country. With the whole Political civil war or whatever you guys call it in this "community", you have all ended up with a very VERY bad product! It was revolutionary back in 2011, heck it was probably still cutting edge back in 2015. But right now its USELESS. Lets look at the REAL facts shall we? No promises, no nothing. The Banks in my country all have online banking, if you got money in your account, and you wanna send it to someone else you can send it online, INSTANTLY, no fees, no nothing. Easiest commerce. Annual fees are a thing of the past, there is no annual fees You don't need to pay squat to use this. This only thing you pay for is for the debit card, which is about 10-20 dollars. To transfer to anyone that uses another bank has a fee of around 0.75 USD. To transfer OUT of the country you gotta use SWIFT and pay for the exchange fee. SWIFT costs about 10-20 dollars depending on how much money you wanna send. THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE NOW! I have read all the promises of Bitcoin, decentralisation, free flow of money, low fees, blah blah blah. From a user and outsider's perspective: All hot air. Bitcoin is not free, the fees are stupidly high and it is not INSTANT. I had to wait almost an hour to get my bitcoins and then to send it anywhere else, I have to wait ANOTHER hour for my payment to clear. What kind of joke is this? If this is the future: let me be the first to say its worst than the present. I don't know how bad the banks in First world countries or the US has become in my years of absence but this is just unacceptable. You all promised us that this will be a global currency, that it would be fast, make international commerce awesome and help people in countries like mine to be more connected. But its all BS isn't it at this point. I wanted to send some money to my sister in the states. to send 500$ worth of bitcoin, I had eat 0.25% fee on exchanging my money to bitcoin. THEN I had to pay another 8$ for transaction fee or whatever to send it to her. Then she had to pay another 0.5% to exchange it back to USD. THAT IS MORE THAN WHAT YOU PAY FOR SWIFT! What kind of sick joke is this?
No one except for you Techno geeks care about this whole civil war thing. But we (the majority of users) want you guys to know that your product is failing. You're not better than Banks, you're WORST.
I love the future you promise. But to be honest, It seems to me you all don't even know what you're doing anymore. Technology never sleeps and the Banks sure never stop upgrading. Bitcoin was cutting edge a few years back, but after that, its all been nothing but empty promises things never got better, they got worst.
I sincerely hope that anyone who say they love bitcoin and want it to have a great future etc. Will read this post and realise that your infighting is making all of you irrelevant to EVERYONE else. Please keep your promises, A real challenge to the banking system will benefit everyone of us. And I do hope that Bitcoin can do that.
sorry for the long rant
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Ether Thief Remains Mystery Year After $55 Million Digital Heist

Ether Thief Remains Mystery Year After $55 Million Digital Heist 2017-06-13 08:00:18.224 GMT
By Matthew Leising (Bloomberg Markets) -- Summer colds are the worst, and Emin Gün Sirer had caught a wicked bug from his 1-year-old son. So it was with watering eyes and a stuffy nose that the associate professor of computer science at Cornell found himself working from his sickbed on Monday, June 13, 2016. Gün—everyone calls him Gün—couldn’t tear himself away from his laptop. He had another type of bug in his sights, a flaw in a line of computer code he feared put $250 million at risk of being stolen. It wasn’t just any code. It was the guts of the newest breakthrough in software design related to blockchain, the novel combination of decentralized computing and cryptography that gave life to the virtual currency bitcoin in 2009. Since then, the promise of blockchain to transform industries from finance to health care has captured imaginations in corporate boardrooms and governments alike. Yet what the Turkish-born professor was exploring that Monday was the next leap forward from bitcoin, what’s known as the ethereum blockchain. Rather than moving bitcoin from one user to another, the ethereum blockchain hosts fully functioning computer programs called smart contracts—essentially agreements that enforce themselves by means of code rather than courts. That means they can automate the life cycle of bond payments, say, or ensure that pharmaceutical companies can authenticate the sources of their drugs. Yet smart contracts are also new and mostly untested. Like all software, they are only as reliable as their coding—and Gün was pretty sure he’d found a big problem. In an email sent to one of his graduate students, Philip Daian, at 7:30 p.m., Gün noted that the smart contract he was looking at might have a problem—on line 666. (They say the devil is in the details.) Gün feared the bug could allow a hacker to make unlimited ATM-like withdrawals from the millions, even if the attacker, who’d have needed to be an investor, had only $10 in his account. This staggering amount of money lived inside a program called a decentralized autonomous organization, or DAO. Dreamed up less than a year earlier and governed by a smart contract, the DAO was intended to democratize how ethereum projects are funded. Thousands of dreamers and schemers and developers who populate the cutting edge of computer science, most of them young, had invested in the DAO. This was real money, a quarter of a billion dollars, their money, meant to build a better version of the world, and every cent was at risk. Gün, who wears his dark hair short and looks a decade younger than his 45 years, had already been tracking and publicizing flaws in the DAO’s design. A few weeks earlier, on May 27, along with two colleagues, he’d urged investors to stop buying into the DAO until security issues could be fixed. It had been too late, however, and the program went live the next day. Smart contracts such as the DAO are built to be entirely reliant on their code once released on the ethereum blockchain. That meant the DAO code couldn’t be fixed. Other blockchain experts—including Peter Vessenes, co-founder of the Bitcoin Foundation—had also pointed out security flaws in the smart contract, but Gün appears to be the first to pinpoint the flaw that put the money in jeopardy. The problem was the code was so new that no one knew what to ­expect—or even if there was actually a problem in the first place. Gün had his doubts, too. This wasn’t even his job. He does this for fun. Daian didn’t think they’d found anything either. Over email, he said, “We might be up the creek ;).” Later, when Gün pointed to the error in line 666, Daian replied, “Don’t think so.” Gün says, “We don’t sound the alarm bell every time we find a bug that seems suspicious.” Instead, he went to bed to try to kill his cold—the one bug he knew to be real. “I was too miserable to sort it out,” he says. Four days later, Christoph Jentzsch lay on the floor of his home office, taking deep breaths, trying not to panic. It was Friday morning, and software developers all over the Western world were waking up to the news that the DAO, which Jentzsch had created, was being attacked. Gün had been right. Jentzsch, who has dark hair and a perpetual five o’clock shadow, lives with his family in the Mittweida region of Germany, a rural spot not far from the Czech border. Mornings in the Jentzsch household are a whirlwind as he and his wife get their five children—age 2 to 9—fed and off to school. Yet today, after his brother Simon woke him with a call that the DAO was being hacked, Jentzsch had to ignore his familial duties. “You’ve got the kids,” he told his wife. “I have an emergency.”
This is the story of one of the largest digital heists in history. And while you may have heard last year that hackers breached Swift, the bank-to-bank messaging system, and stole $81 million from Bangladesh’s central bank, the DAO attack is in a different category altogether. It played out in front of anyone who cared to watch and couldn’t be stopped. Just as the global WannaCry ransomware attack in May laid bare weaknesses in computer operating systems, the DAO hack exposed the early frailties of smart-contract security and left many in the community shaken because they hadn’t found the bug in time. The aftermath would eventually pit good hackers against bad ones—the white hats vs. the black hats—in the strange and futuristic- sounding DAO Wars. The roots of the DAO belong to an idea Jentzsch borrowed from another internet-fueled phenomenon: crowdfunding. The 32- year-old Jentzsch, a theoretical physicist by training, and a few colleagues started Slock.it in 2015. As they considered how to fund the company, Jentzsch approached it as many had—sell a digital currency, effectively a token, to raise cash. But why should each new startup have to program its own initial coin offering? Jentzsch wondered. What if one huge fund ruled them all? He introduced his idea to the world at DevCon 1 in London in November 2015. “What is the blockchain way of creating a company?” Jentzsch asked his audience. “Of course, it has to be a DAO.” It would work like this: Ether, a virtual currency like bitcoin, would be used to fund and develop applications on the ethereum blockchain—things such as making a music app similar to iTunes or a ride-sharing service along the lines of Uber. Investors would buy DAO tokens with their ether; the tokens would allow them to vote to fund projects they liked. If the app they backed made money, the token holder shared in the profit. In the six months he spent creating the DAO, Jentzsch thought it would raise $5 million. From April 30 to May 28, the DAO crowdfunding pulled in $150 million. That’s when ether traded just below $12. As the price of ether rose in the following weeks to $20.75 the day before the attack, so too did the value of the DAO, putting a $250 million target on this thing Jentzsch had unknowingly brought into the world with a fatal, original sin. “Our hope was it would be the center of a decentralized sharing economy,” says Jentzsch, who now regrets not capping the amount raised. “For such a big experiment, it was way too early.” In the weeks after the attack, Jentzsch and the rest of the ethereum community would come to grips with their own crisis that, writ small, echoed the bank bailouts and government rescues of 2008. “It became too big to fail,” he says. But why would anyone invest in the DAO in the first place? It has something to do with the strain of digital libertarianism at the heart of the ethereum community, much like the set of beliefs that led to the birth of bitcoin. Think of bitcoin as the first global currency whose use can’t be stopped by governments or corporations; on top of that, bitcoin is almost impossible to hack. Ethereum, then, is another level beyond. It’s an uncensorable global computer. As amazing and unprecedented as that is, it’s also a bit terrifying. Brought to life, the DAO ended up staggering off the table and turning on the community that wanted it so badly. Accustomed to working into the night to stay in touch with colleagues in North America, Jentzsch blows off steam by jogging or kayaking on the nearby Zschopau River. Yet on that Friday morning, he had the more pressing task of pulling himself up off the floor and dealing with the attack. “I went into emergency mode: Don’t try to save the DAO,” he says. “No, it’s over.”
It was far from over. Several hours later and half a world away from the Jentzsch household in Mittweida, Alex Van de Sande was waking up in his apartment in the Copacabana neighborhood of Rio de Janeiro. The baby-faced ethereum developer had been born in the small fishing village of Santa Cruz Cabrália in the Bahia region of Brazil and moved with his parents to Rio when he was about 3 years old. These days he’s known as “avsa” on Reddit and Twitter. After reaching for his phone to see why it was blowing up with Skype messages, he turned to his wife and said, “Remember when I was telling you about that huge unhackable pile of money?” She nodded. “It’s been hacked,” he told her. His first thought was to get his DAO tokens out. He owned about 100,000 of them, valued at about $15,000 at the time. He’s the lead designer of the Ethereum Wallet app, a program that allows him and anyone else to interact with the blockchain. Van de Sande scrambled to log in to it, but his password didn’t work. It was glitching, and as he worked to fix it, his panic subsided. He realized he shouldn’t be bailing on the DAO but trying to save it. And to do that, he needed Griff. Griff Green, who’s worked variously as a massage therapist in Los Angeles and a community organizer in Seattle, is one of only a handful of people in the world who holds a master’s degree in digital currencies. He got it online, natch, from the University of Nicosia. A self-described “dreamer,” the 32-year- old is the closest thing Ethereumville has to a mayor. Green knows everybody; in fact, he’d been the first to relay word of the attack to Simon, Jentzsch’s brother and a co-founder of Slock.it. Green had been working for Slock.it for about six months by then and woke up that morning in the house belonging to Jentzsch’s mom in Mittweida. Jentzsch is one of nine children, so his mother had a spare bedroom where she could put Green up for a few days. Using his extensive contacts, Green started identifying as many people as he could who were interacting with the DAO—going so far as to ask strangers to send pictures or scans of their IDs—in an attempt to sort friend from foe. And then something strange happened: The attack stopped working. In the six hours since the attack began, the thief had managed to steal 30 percent of the DAO’s 12 million ether—which that day equaled about $55 million. “We don’t even understand why the guy had stopped,” says Van de Sande. Now Green raced to protect the remaining 70 percent of the DAO the attacker hadn’t stolen. Once Van de Sande got in touch with Green in Germany, along with two or three others, the foundation was laid for what would become known as the Robin Hood group—white hat hackers who’d devise a bold good-guy plan to drain the remaining DAO. To save the DAO, they’d have to steal the remaining ether, then give it back to its rightful owners. And yet as they scrambled that Friday, qualms emerged within the group. “What does it even mean to hack something?” Van de Sande asks. No one knew if what they were about to do was legal. Also, wouldn’t their hack look just as bad as the theft they were trying to stop? Then there were the practical issues. “Who pushes the button?” he remembers wondering. Doing so would initiate their counterattack and alert the community. “Someone has to push the button.” The price of ether the night before the attack had hit an all-time high of just above $20. News of the hack sent it tumbling to $15 by the end of Friday, wiping out almost a half- billion dollars in market value. At that price, the DAO still held $125 million, and the Robin Hood group worried the attack would resume. They might be the only line of defense if it did, so Van de Sande agreed to use his DAO tokens to fuel their counterattack, thereby becoming a public face of the group. At this point, it might help to think of the DAO as the spacecraft in Alien after Ripley initiates the self-destruct sequence. To flee, she’s forced to use an escape pod. DAO investors had to initiate a similar sequence to deploy escape pods that would allow them to get their ether out of the DAO. The code that dictated the escape pods’ behavior is where the bug lived, so to steal the remaining DAO funds the Robin Hood group would have to be in a pod to exploit the flaw—and because of the way Jentzsch wrote the DAO, they had only a short window of time and just a few pods to choose from. A few minutes before launching the attack, Van de Sande joked on the group’s Skype chat, “Let’s go rob a bank!” No one laughed. “Not everyone really appreciated the humor,” he says. In his Copacabana apartment, Van de Sande readied to push the button on his laptop. Then, suddenly, he lost his internet connection. His router was down. “I was like, What the f--- is going on here?” he says. He had less than 30 minutes left to execute the Robin Hood hack. He frantically called NET, his Brazilian internet service provider, but couldn’t get past the automated customer ­service experience. He says the robotic voice told him, “We see there’s an internet issue in your neighborhood.” The irony was not lost on him: Here he was trying to steal millions of dollars from a robot but was being waylaid by another robot. “Then we missed,” he says. The window closed. He went from the high of feeling like they were about to come to the rescue of the vulnerable DAO to the crushing low of having their international connection severed by NET’s breakdown. He took his dog, Sapic—named after the one in Pedro Almodóvar’s All About My Mother—for a walk, then crawled into bed, defeated. The next morning was Saturday, and Van de Sande tried to reconvene the Robin Hood group to infiltrate ­another escape pod. But folks were busy and couldn’t get together. “We felt like the worst hackers in history,” Van de Sande says. “We were foiled by bad internet and family commitments.”
Who, exactly, were they at war with? No one really knows, but there are some clues. One address the attacker used is 0xF35e2cC8E6523d683eD44870f5B7c C785051a77D. Got that? Like everything else in a blockchain, a user’s address is an anonymous string of characters. But every address leaves behind a history on the blockchain that’s open for examination. Not that it makes sense to 99.9 percent of humankind, but Green gets it. To pull off his heist, the attacker needed to create a contract that would interact with the DAO. He did so on June 15 and deployed it in the early morning hours two days later, according to Green. Once activated, the attack contract started sending about $4,000 worth of ether through the attacker’s account every three or four minutes to drain the DAO. But where did the original money to fund the attack come from? To interact with the ethereum blockchain, every contract must be funded by an amount of ether. This attack contract was funded by two addresses, but tracing it further back becomes tricky. That’s because the second address used an exchange called ShapeShift to send 52 ether into its account on June 14. ShapeShift doesn’t collect any information on its users and says it turns one virtual currency, such as bitcoin, into another, like ether, in less than 10 seconds. While there are valid reasons for using ShapeShift, it’s also a great way to launder digital assets and ­cover your tracks. After the attack contract stopped working, the thief needed to deploy it again, says Green. He tried but failed, and after a few more transactions, the hack whimpered to an end. (One possible reason the attack stopped, Green says, is that the hacker’s tokens became corrupted, which means he had no way to exploit the bug.) We know this limited amount of one-sided information from the blockchain’s public record. Digital asset exchanges see both sides. An internal investigation by one such exchange concluded that the DAO attacker was likely part of a group, not a lone wolf, based in Switzerland, according to an executive there who wouldn’t speak on the record or allow the company’s name to be used. ­Exchanges are in the unique position of being able to analyze the trading activity of their customers because they know who they are, even if they’re anonymous on the blockchain. The executive says the exchange shared the analysis with the Boston office of the FBI, though there’s been no further contact since October of last year. Cornell’s Gün says he also spoke to the Boston office of the FBI—and to agents in the New York office and to the New York State Attorney General’s Office. “It’s very difficult to coordinate an attack of this kind without leaving breadcrumbs behind,” Gün says. He encouraged the FBI to look at the ethereum testnet, where programmers can run their code in a safe environment to work out kinks. The attacker wouldn’t just launch such a complicated hack without testing it, Gün says he told federal officials, and the feds might be able to get clues to his identity there. Gün says he also pointed them to addresses linked to the attacker, such as the one described above, that were listed by his grad student Daian on his blog. (The FBI declined to comment.) “I’m absolutely amazed. Why has no one traced this back and found out who did it?” asks Stephan Tual, the third co-founder of Slock.it. “It still bugs me to this day, because what that person has done is incredibly unethical.”
On Tuesday, four days after the initial attack, the hacker returned and somehow resumed the heist. The Robin Hood group had feared this moment would come and was ready. Early Sunday morning they’d finally managed to convene online and successfully infiltrate an escape pod, but had held off their counterattack. Now they had no choice. One strike against the group was their distance from one another—one in Rio, others scattered about Europe. (Some of the group’s members didn’t want to be identified for this story.) It was important that they coordinate their activities because, like in Charlie’s Angels, they all had different specialties: Green the community organizer, Van de Sande the public face, others who wrote the Robin Hood group attack contracts. So Van de Sande needed to be walked through the step-by-step hacking process they were about to unleash, because that wasn’t his area of expertise. “I’ll be honest, I was excited,” Green says. “This is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. This is the craziest thing that’s almost ever happened to anyone.” Whether it was legal remains an unanswered question. “You literally have cyber ninjas warring on the blockchain,” says Vessenes, the programming expert. “What they’re doing is almost certainly illegal, but they’re claiming it’s for the greater good.” And now it was Van de Sande’s job to let the community know that the Robin Hood group counterattack was benign. He took to Twitter, where he wrote “DAO IS BEING SECURELY DRAINED. DO NOT PANIC.” A nod to the classic Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, his plea to not panic was met with all the snark and real-life concern Twitter can handle. “NOTHING SAYS DO NOT PANIC LIKE ALL CAPS,” one user responded. “#RealLife is more exciting than

MrRobot !!” tweeted another. Yet as the Robin Hood group attack

gained steam, they noticed something strange and worrisome—the attacker was with them in every escape pod. “We escaped the mother ship, but now we’re alone in space with the alien we were trying to escape,” says Van de Sande. This was a big problem. Because of how Jentzsch wrote his code, the Robin Hood group would have to wait several weeks before they could secure the ether they recovered. Yet if the attacker was in that escape pod with the group, he could just follow them—what’s known as a stalking attack. If the hacker stalked the Robin Hood group, the ether wasn’t really safe after all. “The game only ends when one of these parties doesn’t show up to fight,” Van de Sande says. This, in essence, is the heart of the DAO Wars, the never-ending battle that would have to be waged to keep the recovered ether safe. If only there were a way to reverse the theft once and for all.
What happened next is one of the strangest and most contentious episodes in blockchain’s early history. The morning of July 20 dawned cool and clear in Ithaca, N.Y., the home of Cornell. A weeklong ethereum boot camp on campus had brought developers and programmers from all over the world to town. The mood was anxious, but not because the workshops were about to begin. This was the day the ethereum community would decide to rewrite the past. The weeks since the DAO hack had been filled with acrimonious debate as developers, coders, investors, and other community members considered their options to undo the theft. As the Robin Hood group battled the attacker mostly in private, a public debate was raging. The white hat hackers weren’t the only ones trying to save the DAO. Jentzsch worked almost around the clock, fielding hundreds of requests from DAO investors on what they should do. Vitalik Buterin, 23, who created the ethereum blockchain before he was 20, became a focal point as he led the community through their options. In short, what they could do was change the ethereum blockchain to fix the DAO, but only if they got a majority of computers running the network to agree to a software update. Pull that off, and it’s as though the attack never happened. This is known as a hard fork. The decision stirred such strong reactions that it remains controversial a year later, both within the ethereum community and with bitcoin users who insist a blockchain’s history is never to be tampered with. In an interview in October, Buterin was unapologetic about pushing for the change. “Some bitcoin users see the hard fork as in some ways violating their most fundamental values,” said Buterin, who didn’t respond to requests to speak specifically about this story. “I personally think these fundamental values, pushed to such extremes, are silly.” Within the ethereum community, at least, Buterin’s views won the day, and computer nodes all over the world accepted the fork. Contained in block 1,920,000, the fix to the DAO was simple and did only one thing—if you had ether invested in it, you could now get it out. But why hadn’t the attacker made off with his money? It had been more than a month. The same code that exposed the DAO to the theft, in the end, enabled the ether to be returned. Everything to do with the DAO is a parameter: rules, if-then statements, and more rules that are all finalized before the program is set loose. One of these parameters stated that anyone wanting to get their ether out of the DAO had to wait a certain amount of time—27 days after the initial request, then another seven days. This fail-safe, written by Jentzsch, applied to the attacker as well. So even though somebody had effectively robbed a bank, he then had to wait 34 days before crossing the street to make his getaway. While he was waiting, the money was stolen back. A month after the original heist, the ether thief now had nothing to show for his caper. Back on the Cornell campus, ethereum boot camp attendees celebrated. The next day, Gün brought Champagne to the session he was teaching. He’d pasted makeshift labels on the Chandon bottles with a picture of the utensil that said, “Congratulations on the successful fork.” Then something else unexpected happened. The original ethereum blockchain, the one with the DAO attack in it, kept growing. Imagine a hard fork is a branch of a tree that sprouts in a different direction at the end of the main limb. The end of that limb is supposed to wither after a hard fork, but here it continued to grow as a small group of users continued to process transactions on that version of the blockchain. Instead of dying, this became a second form of ethereum, quickly dubbed ethereum classic, complete with a digital currency that now had value. Even in the ­science fiction world of blockchain, this was an unprecedented turn of events. It meant the DAO attacker suddenly had about 3.6 million ethereum classic coins in his DAO account, known as the DarkDAO, which were slowly gaining in value. The Robin Hood group held about 8.4 million, because in this parallel universe they still controlled 70 percent of the DAO funds they had recovered. The Robin Hood group couldn’t believe it. “We did everything to avoid this, but now we’re being dragged back into this fight,” Van de Sande says. Now, the bitcoin supporters who viewed the hard fork as a violation of the core values of blockchain could back up their belief by buying ethereum classic. That’s exactly what entrepreneur Barry Silbert, a heavyweight in bitcoin circles, did. “Keep in mind, the original chain is ethereum classic,” he says. “The fork is ethereum.” Putting his money where his mouth is, Silbert’s firm, Grayscale Investments, recently issued an investment thesis outlining the benefits to ethereum classic over ethereum. A section heading sums up the rationale: “The DAO and the Death of Principles.” Alexis Roussel, co-founder of Bity.com, a digital currency broker in Switzerland, still marvels at the aftereffects of the hard fork and the wild world of the blockchain. “This is something that doesn’t happen in traditional finance,” he says. “If something happens with Apple, you don’t suddenly have a clone of Apple.”
It’s been about a year since the DAO attack, enough time to take stock of what went wrong. Van de Sande is eager to move on. “It was really just a blip,” he says. “We are ready to move past it and leave the DAO story behind us.” Green, who’s organizing an ethereum conference at this summer’s Burning Man festival in the Nevada desert, has kept a sense of humor about it. “The Robin Hood group was just a s--- show,” he says with a laugh. “I hope the movie portrays it better than it actually was.” As for the bug itself, apparently many smart people looked at the code before Gün but missed one major flaw. The order of commands in the code allowed DAO token holders to withdraw any profit they’d made from their investments. It reads “withdrawRewardFor(msg.sender)” and adds, almost improbably, a note to anyone reading the code that says, “be nice, and get his rewards.” That’s line 667—let’s call it “The Neighbor of the Beast Bug.” If the withdraw line had come after these lines:
totalSupply -= balances[msg.sender]; balances[msg.sender] = 0; paidOut[msg.sender] = 0; return true;
the attack wouldn’t have been possible, Jentzsch says. But if the code had been in the correct order, the reward parameter wouldn’t have worked. As for the note, this line of code was meant to allow investors to withdraw any profit—“Reward”—their investments had earned. Instead it became one of the biggest backdoors in hacking history. It would have been better to not pay rewards during the split function from the DAO, what we’ve been referring to here as the escape pods, according to Jentzsch. Another decision he made when he had no idea of the bug shows how quirky and unforgiving code can be. “If the capital ‘T’ in line 666 had been a small ‘t,’ that would also have prevented the hack,” he says. Jentzsch has many regrets but insists no one was aware of the specific problems in lines 666-667 (other observers had pointed to flaws in other lines, just not here). Had more people looked, “it would have made no difference at all,” he says. “If you don’t know what to look for in a security audit, you won’t find it.” Even Gün, who had it in his grasp, let it go. “I still missed it,” he says. Green’s emotions are still raw related to Gün. “I actually got really pissed at him about this,” Green says. “He started bragging about how he found the bug.” He adds that it was “very irresponsible of him to not tell anyone of his inkling.” Still, Green “respects the hell out of Gün” and says they’ve since made amends. Asked to recount that night last June as he lay sick in bed, Gün says, “I came away from this thinking there’s potentially an issue.” But he’d consulted Daian, his grad student (“whom I trust”). Daian had said it’s “not exploitable.” Gün says that had he been certain of the danger, “I would have told people.” In a blog post that explained the mechanics of the DAO heist Daian published the night of the attack, he gave a shoutout to his professor in the acknowledgments. “Gün, we were so damn close—sorry it wasn’t quite enough this time :),” Daian wrote. As for the attacker (whoever he or she or they are) and the ethereum classic booty, Gün says, “Great, wonderful, he should cash out.” The hard fork proved it wasn’t just the DAO that needed to be fixed, but the ethereum blockchain itself. He says: “The fault lies somewhere on the system side as well.” But the fear that smart contracts are too clever by half and that by extension so is the ethereum blockchain itself—prevalent in the days following the DAO attack—has dissipated. At least that’s the market’s verdict, judging by the price of ether. After the attack, it traded from $10 to $12 for about nine months. Then in March it took off; it’s valued at $341.19 as of June 12. (That would have valued the DAO at $4.1 billion, but let’s not even go there.) Ethereum classic has risen as well, and it now trades for $18.71. Both versions of ether remain viable, in other words. The thief holds one; the revisionists, the other. Going forward, the choice is really: Whom would you rather believe? Since the hard fork, the attacker ended up making off with his ethereum classic. That means he got away with about $67.4 million, assuming the stash hasn’t been sold. Not too shabby, 0xF35e2cC8E6523d683eD44870f5B7cC785051a77D.
Leising covers market structure at Bloomberg News in New York.
To contact the author of this story: Matthew Leising inNew York at [email protected] To contact the editor responsible for this story: Joel Weber at [email protected]
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My viewpoint on this crisis as an asian guy.

My background: Australian born Chinese male(100%). I've read pretty much of all of eurasian tigers posts and blog and I pretty much agree with what he says. Here's what I think in a whole bunch of fragmented thoughts: Seeing how ‘white’ Caucasian males have dominated the world economically in the last 400 years, asian women have decided to marry into whiteness for an easy life even if it meant discarding culture.
Why don’t the other minority ethnic women such as black, and middle eastern women marry into whiteness? I’m not too sure on that but I’d guess they were taught about their own culture, history religion etc from a young age. East Asian parents do not instill pride whatsoever into their children and are hellbent on forcing their children to achieve financial success regardless of the cost and its toll on their mental wellbeing. This is why East Asians have one of the highest rates of suicide in the world. See here: https://data.oecd.org/healthstat/suicide-rates.htm (namely south Korea and Japan, for an OECD it is exceptionally high)
Now what do Asian girls(born/raised in western countries) grow up experiencing? From the constant abuse from shitty tiger parents and solace they get from horny white guys, it is not hard to see why Asian females specifically welcome white male attention. Asian females are torn between sadness at home and social pleasure at school from white guys, so they face a dichotomous lifestyle and identity – to marry ‘up’ in a socio-economic and ‘racial sense’ or to work hard for themselves while enduring. It seems like they have chosen the easier way out of escaping their mediocre lives but of course not without consequences hence /mixedrace.
A morally sound woman should at least feel a sense of racial solidarity and sense to protect own culture, because it is naturally biological phenomenon to feel protective of own tribe/people but large masses of Asian women don’t care because they are sick and tired of working hard and have decided ‘enough is enough’ - No asians. Of course seeing how the current state of China is in, will lead to the idea all Asians must be inferior. China is already going to overtake the U.S as the world most powerful economy by the end of this century. In less than 10-15 years South Korea will overtake France as an economy. Just goes to show you hard work, good attitude and morally respectful people can bring prosperity not the fucking white genes. Look at the fucking sleaze that is present in western society. If Japan could achieve what it could today with hard work, so can South Korea and China too.
The ones who marry white do so because they have done it for themselves for greedy racist agendas whether it be for financial reasons or sexual reasons with no regard for their children whatsoever and have never considered the implications of mixed race and thus makes them unfit to raise biracial children. Asian females have never experienced racial abuse to the extent of what Asian men had to go through and but still ignorantly proceeded to marry white guys because they think Asians are inferior. These interracial couples then proceed to stomp on all their childrens’ faces saying everything is fine, when clearly it is not. These women hope that half Asian males face no problem when in fact they do and it is clearly so obvious. Why is that white guy nice to you? Because he wants to get in your pants and that’s about it.
If a woman chooses to marry a man for financial reasons for gold digging purposes it is understandable albeit shallow. However if it is based on sexual ability that will start to ring some bells because she has made it clear the racial component is important too. If that is the case then that will bring about racism because the children are never full white, and this is why we all say ‘abort hapa sons’. There will be a time when Eurasian boys discover all this cruel shit and the opportunities denied to him because of his race. All women do not distinguish between full Asian and half when it comes to relationships. Asian women who prefer to date white guys also do not want to date half Asian men, for racial reasons, and that is enough reason to cause insane berserk rage because it is racially insulting and hits the the very core of their self worth. Thus the ‘sexy sons hypothesis’ does not hold up at all. Asian women go around creating half Asian sons that simply have little sexual market value.
The reason I’m writing all this because there’s a lot of Eurasians in Australia and I’ve always wondered why mixed race children go berserk. The Eurasian guys here who look Asian are accepted by Asians, but there are ones who make only white friends are white supremacists who never talk to their parents again. Most white guys don't even want to make friends with eurasians. I know this because a family friend whose mother was Chinese(Hong Kong) was wondering why her son has gone berserk. Funny thing is, he isn’t even half white, he’s half Chinese and half maori(new Zealand indigenous). The Eurasian guys who hang around Asians don’t have that much of a problem but they experience the humiliation and understand the reality of it. Eurasian females have it easy because females are not racially competitive and are able to nestle up with white guys or Asian guys if they want to. Eurasian males are simply treated like Asian males and learn of the racial hierarchy of white supremacists leaving them with little recourse and a life with full of disadvantages. What does the Asian mother say? Fuck off Asian boys. That is simply just it > Elliot Rodgers. I have never been to U.S, but here in Australia there is vibrant Asian community and it makes up 10% of the population. I have heard Asians are only 5-6% of U.S population and are scattered. The white anglo guys here have yellow fever like crazy due to the massive exposure to Asian women. Asian guys by far and large work much harder than whites so there is no reason to marry white guys because the Asian median income both in Australia and America is already higher than the white median. So its not about money anymore its about sex. When inter-racial couples prioritize their sex lives over everything else, the children become a byproduct of a racially charged thrill and that itself is a crime against humanity because the son is left alone to discover the reasons behind it all.
I must say there are a lot of awful shitty people on this planet having children who are unfit to be good parents and that is to teach their kids good values such as being racially tolerant and good human beings.
Of course I’d like to take a detour and talk about something that is relevant to this discussion. Feminists and in particular white feminists are a whole load of crock when they think they think their cause is morally righteous when they are 100x more racist then the average female. Why doesn’t feminism tackle racism and include it as part of their discussion? They completely dodge it. White feminists support white supremacy because they only believe white men are the only ones capable of being good human beings treating women with respect. I called myself a feminist for a long time and while I support progressive values and equal treatment of genders, I certainly need to call out the racist sexist bullshit because 90% of white women don’t ever consider any asianess dateable.
http://www.evanmarckatz.com/blog/uncategorized/women-are-racist/
and see okcupid dating stats. Everybody can have their preferences, but in terms of discrimination against certain groups, most of them are based on what the white anglo media brainwashing. Ridiculous prejudices.
This is another excuse Asian feminists use under this guise. Then I ask whether it is the genes or culture? Complete denial, and dodges the question and proceeds that it will be ‘white’ no matter what. Asian feminists want white guys for trivial racist reasons, and white feminists are angry at Asian women with white guys. Google that stuff and you’ll find tons of discussion on it. At least there are some open minded white women with positive experiences with South korean men: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxSUOCQyESE
While there are patriarchal shitty older generation parents in Asian families that doesn’t mean it is even part of the culture, the exact same things could be found in older generation white families. All the negative stereotyping that Asians are evil and the terrible propaganda brainwashing Hollywood is producing is so cringeworthy. I find it unbelievable people buy into that shit.
Why do Asian females have no racial pride? Well they are constantly exposed to the media seeing how much fun(lazy and hedonistic) the caucasians are having, but the self hating girls want a part of it too.. They don’t even mind all the kulturemedia.org offences and continue to denigrate themselves in Hollywood movie roles. This is why it is so common to see one asian girl among a whole group of caucasian people. They need to be validated by white friends and lifestyle. You will never see this among any other race of women on this planet. These types of asian girls are also trying to get back at their mediocre parents. I found the sub /AsianParentStories/ to also be one of the major reasons why asian girls hate all things asian because of their shitty controlling mediocre parents and I know this because I had terrible parents.
Lesson to be learnt: Getting back at Asian parents or culture by being a rebel and dating outside your race to derive pleasure will not solve problems. You will solve them with rationality and good moral conscience.
If it isn’t obvious yet already, the divorce rate of AF/WM is the highest in the world, far exceeding white-white couples - so much for the,’ I have so much in common with white guys’. Looks like people haven’t been doing their homework and research. The majority of young anglo saxon Caucasian guys seem to be nice only because they want to get easy lays. I do not feel sorry for the Asian women who are tricked or sexually exploited because they consistently throw Asian men under the bus because if we speak out on this issue we are immediately shutdown as jealous losers. The only thing I regularly do is to send them to hapas or longingfordeath.com and that is about it. Then the women deny it and say it is all fake etc you must be a butthurt loser with small dick etc. To be born from one of the most horrific demographic tragedies in the modern era, is it no wonder /hapas exist because the worst Asian females pair up with the worst Caucasian males. I know that for sure, high quality Asian women would never come close to any Caucasian male.
The international inter-racial dating market has allowed bottom of the pile white guys with shitty Asian females to procreate, after all everyone wants to have children right? What a nice story to tell your children hey?
You should see the types of shit white guys would say about white females to get laid with Asian women. Shitty Asian women also hurl racial insults at Asian men to justify their preference.
People need to marry each other for good reasons that make long term relationships work but most people don’t as evidenced by rising divorce rates. Divorce rate even in China has skyrocketed from 5 % to 40% in many places. Marrying for sexual attractiveness doesn’t do much for long term relationships as we age quite quick. Much of the young dating scene in the western anglo world is about sexual alpha prowess and this is why western countries are falling behind because white guys and black guys are too busy comparing penis sizes and the east Asians are making all the money.
It appears asian american men are guilty of white worshipping too, as evidenced by marriage statistics. Asian Australian men are known for 'having zero' interest in dating outside their culture. The most hated group of males in the UK are white males
https://yougov.co.uk/news/2015/12/14/young-white-men-most-derided/
Seems like no one wants to be judged for their trivial preferences because they are shitty people who want to get away with it. Think of the women who want to hide their sexual history. My attack isn’t even on women, but people in general. There are lot of shitty guys who have no moral responsibility to provide for their families too and only want to give their children lives full of mediocrity.
Which ethnic group of Asian women prefer Caucasian men more? The non-Japanese ones. Why? Because Japan is an economic powerhouse. Asian women primarily marry for social and economic benefits and even though Japanese women are actually the most popular ones but they do not have any self hate of inferiority and if anything they feel superior. They are overwhelming happy, carefree, positive and fantasize about Caucasian men as a novelty but most but most actually don’t want to marry Caucasian because they have a lot to lose in regards to culture and happiness. See here for popularity of Asian women. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSg7Y7gjy-E
Most white men have also indulged in East asian pop culture, whether it be anime, kpop/kdramas/korean thriller movies or chinese/hong kong martial arts movies. These are the biggest reasons for their 'asian fetish' and I know a lot of white guys believe the future lies in East asia. Everything from technological progress(both South Korea and Japan have highest no. of tech patents per capita), to cleanliness of streets. Chinese women are seen as close alternatives and are substitutes for the more popular and harder to get SK/Japanese women. I wouldn't say south Asian women have high standards when it comes to white men, if anything they are pressured heavily by religion and their upbringing to keep their tradition alive. As for South-East Asian women they need white men moreso than East Asian women because they need them to escape poverty. Even so I've seen plenty of Indian women here dating white guys and indian guys here also put white and east asian women on a pedestal. People are doing it to 'get back' at women /men from their own race/culture. Vietnamese and phillipino men here are also fantasizing on obtaining white women as trophy wives and only do so because vietnamese women have the highest outmarriage rates. Even Australian born Chinese(cantonese) women who have parents from Hong Kong or Guangzhou date white guys because they have incredibly low self esteem. There are lots of cantonese women who couldn't even name a single asian celebrity nor know how to write in chinese or speak mandarin and that is why they have zero identity. I have heard south Korean women in america also marry out like crazy.
Now there is a huge difference between AF/WM back then compared to today’s ones. I will give the older generation ones some leniency for less criticism because understandably the Asian women wanted to escape poverty to secure a better life. Turns out they aren’t smart or educated enough to understand racial politics for their children. As for todays’ young AF/WM relationships who are residing in western countries there is absolutely no excuse to not know of the suffering of all Eurasian and Asian males in western countries.
Caucasian males with Asian females are one of the following. 1. ESL- English teacher > fucking sexpat loser, shitty genes autistic kids. 2. Anime nerd with East Asian fetish > weeaboo loser who went to Japan and gets rejected and now tours south korea then China, obsessed with sexual exploits 3. Single old divorced loser > if all else fails then South east asia. 4. White supremacist stormfronter and visits 4chan, red pill and underground racist forums + bitcoin guy (Worst loser of all)
Number 4. Guarantees Elliot Rodger.
Elliot Rodger was only the beginning because I believe his parents weren't exactly the worst and did not racially insult him.
AF/WM is so incredibly popular and I know these relationships aren’t based on love and decent people so at least 90% of them are racially motivated. As East asia continues to grow, Chinese and south Korean women are becoming increasingly resilient to the charm of the white man. Just goes to show how the economic standing of each country influences their taste in men.
The truth is, east Asian women are by far more popular for Caucasian men, so caucasian men travel there first and if things don’t work out they head to south asia. I am simply making this remark to show you the Asian fetish. Chinese girls are largely substitutes for Japanese and South korean women because they are easier to get and ultimately the requirement is to be ‘Asian’.
Vietnamese, phillipino, thai, Indonesian women are the ones that need white men the most and these women will make all sort of excuses that white men are more attractive. The AF/WM divorce rate is the highest in the world and doesn’t that say something? The poorer the Asian country the more likely she will make excuses saying that white men are more attractive etc.
Let’s get this straight. From my point of view, a sane ordinary woman should be looking for good traits in men in this order, namely: 1. Personality/Moral attitude/Chemistry 2. Income(debatable- to each their own I guess)/genetic quality(if planning to have kids) 3. Physical features (less priority than income because we all age quick) 4. Sexual attraction(interchangeable with 3.)
But unfortunately in reality women use this checklist instead: 1. Height 2. Race(race matters duh) 3. Income 4. Personality Which leads to TheRedPill/nasty crap.
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Transcript of George Webb Video Series Part 307 "Hillary's Leakers, Hackers, and Henchmen" [@Georgwebb / #HRCRatline]

  • Day 174.2. Chicago Live - Essential To Mention The Menschels - YouTube
    • Good morning Chicago good morning Chicago you can see that the snow is still very much a part of the ball game here in Chicago
    • And I wanted to do a little bit of a live stream
    • Task Force is of course we've got a water taxi just leaving now
    • I wanted to do a little bit of a live stream while Task Force I'm not I don't smoke, but somebody left them wanted to do a little bit of a talk about some of the different things going on here
    • And kind of this kind of Deep State war that's not necessarily obvious
    • But I believe it's going on
    • And just catching our breath before we all jump to war like we did in Iraq where we ended up there like 11 or 12 years
    • Or in Afghanistan where we ended up there 17 years and we're still fighting that war
    • It seems very much like building a hotel like Trump Tower which just around the corner he can't quite see
    • Now, they coming for you Rahm this early
    • Now, a lot of people mentioned when I mentioned when I did the salute to the Fire ambulance yesterday that Rahm may very well have been just as a woman and trying to make his exit again, out of the city
    • So there was that possibility and I'm sorry I didn't allow for that
    • I just was saluting the people that were driving the ambulance I wasn't thinking about Rahm hiding in the back as a nurse
    • Bo but you could see if you were trying to build rail cars in China China China instead of Chicago where you might want to have to use that kind of escape
    • But let's get back to the issue at hand here what we're really talking about today is the power of the press
    • The power of cable news the power of mass media to send a whole nation plunging into war without really thinking about it
    • And of course is as there's other channels that have described how much I am a descendant of the Hearsts
    • So I had a chance to call William Randolph Hearst this morning
    • Of course William Randolph Hearst had a whole consortium a whole network a whole syndicate of papers
    • I remember grandad when when I would get up in the castle
    • And he would have 15 phones all cradled on each side
    • And he was telling different news editors in different cities what that title is gonna be
    • So no no respite for Spain and--Spaniards out of Cuba
    • And he would have a slightly different angle on all the different titles
    • I'm wondering if that's not what we have now, only it's just called the Broadcast Board of Governors, right
    • {{ 911: George I love your silly schoolplay segues }}
    • It's the broadcast Board of Governors
    • And Governors in the worst sense of the word: meaning we're gonna tell you what to write
    • And indeed there is a lot of talk about a 4:00 a.m. cut sheet that goes out to all the Victoria or excuse me the I can't remember her name right now, at CNN, wife of Tom Nides, to tell them hey here are the big talking points this morning--I saw Adam Kitzinger from Illinois I want to say 14
    • But I'm guessing
    • From Kankakee Adam kissing her from Kankakee saying hey Trump doesn't need Trump doesn't need authorization from Congress he can just go plunge right ahead plunge the nation straight into war
    • Forget about the War Powers Act--and forget about informing Congress and having a debate or anything like that let's just go ahead and start bombing weather weather--Russia did the attack or not or or Iran did the attack
    • But you start bombing like Israel did
    • (Well I think Rahm I think they're cleaning out the whole cabinet--that's not just one or two Rahm they're coming for everybody...everybody who called in the Mossad airstrike...I think they're cleaning out the whole top deck there Rahm)
    • We'll get down to the Flamingo and the Picasso there
    • (There's good reason to believe here that...Is Weiner in town as well? as Debbie Wasserman-Schultz did they have a United Center super box event )
    • {{ WEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE Sirens }}
    • Now, there is an ugly rumor going on in Chicago right now, that Rahm has learned to drive a fire engine
    • And he is making his way around the city, and he's got a very long handlebar mustache
    • Let's see if we can pick him up as he comes by {{ REEEE }}
    • He seems to need a little bit of a booster seat
    • I have to believe that wasn't Rahm a guy had pretty wide broad shoulders, so I'm gonna go ahead and just say right now, I don't think that was Rahm
    • But if you and I don't really mean to pick on the Sun I really wanted
    • I don't want to talk about old Mossad maybe that's Rahm entourage
    • I really want to talk about kind of the business interests of war
    • I remember when Grandpappy Hearst would talk about that and the money the spoils of war
    • Oh so many years ago at San Simeon
    • But the we were yesterday we filmed down at Federal Plaza
    • And as you all know they were closing in and demanding documents from the DOJ to go over to Bob Goodlatte in the House Judiciary
    • And also over to Devin Nunes in-house Intel
    • And we successful or we showed the relationship of how close the guy who was put in charge of that activity a guy named LAUSCH was to the head of the counterterrorism division in the FBI bill Priestap
    • I mean very close
    • But it goes deeper than that and--he's married to someone named Sabina Menschell
    • Now, you might say [[Sabina Menschell]] Sabina Menschell Sabina Schmentzyl and what does that mean to me?
    • Well it goes back to what I've been saying about privatizing, like CrowdStrike
    • Privatizing our Intelligence community for private profit
    • And Sabina Menschell is one of the top lawyers at a kind of a Fusion GPS type firm called [[Nardello]]
    • Nardello has a lot of ring to--of other words that rhyme with Nardello
    • But Nardello is kind of one of these covert operative kind of attorney-client privilege base--spy firms in Washington DC
    • I don't think anybody doubts that I think if you Sabina Nardello was right here we had her say that she'd say well you left out the part about super spy--she would be the first person to say yeah we're super spies
    • Well if you look at who Sabina Nardello's parents are or yeah is one of them is Celine Selene Menschell M E N S C H E L
    • And Celine Mitchell was Goldman Sachs
    • She was VP Goldman Sachs--and when you're at Goldman Sachs you can invest in a whole panoply of things
    • It's hard to really pin you down and to--oh that was depleted Uranium oh that was whatever that was this spoils of war investment
    • That was that swells war investment, but the real player is Bob Menschel
    • Bob Menschel was is a billionaire he's one of the top guys he has an endowment at the Council on Foreign Relations in New York
    • He has an endowment at the Museum Modern Art in New York
    • He's he's based here in in in Chicago though
    • But anyway he's quite a wheel
    • He's got the like the philanthropy prize from Carnegie
    • And in 2015 he's quite the investor
    • So he's quoted a lot in Forbes...and it talks about value based investment...but he's a billionaire
    • Now, when when they want to go to war what they do is they pick up the phone, and they call Rahm
    • And say Rahm you've got some guys at the lower levels of the Israeli Air Force IDF
    • Why don't we just put a little fire on--T4 over there in the middle part of of Syria
    • Let's let's get this to be a shooting war
    • Let's try to get Trump all jacked up and make this a shooting war
    • Is that happens?
    • Yeah that's what happens
    • Because there's all sorts of business for Nordello at that point to do covert operations overseas...it's a real Rainmaker
    • So this is not like 18 steps removed to Mossad--you know Avi Bravermans Masada then
    • Again,--this is like one hop from Bill precept when he I mean he his uncle I mean hey Uncle Bob: where do we invade today?
    • How do I--exfiltrate a whole bunch of business to my wife today?
    • That's where we're we're talking about so I think it's time to kind of peel back the onion a little bit
    • And look at the motives of the people involved here
    • And stop with this kind of knee-jerk reaction saying oh--Spaniards out of Cuba--Remember the main--All that kind of stuff
    • Although--I remember when we used to have tea up here at the top of it--of the Wrigley building with Grandpa Grandpa Hearst it was it was well it was quite a quite a thing
    • So everyone wonders where Task Force's
    • Task Force's doing her thing: she researches crazy crazy crazy in the morning
    • She's just up early and she's always researching
    • So we're gonna have a lot of stuff on the south side of Chicago a little bit later today
    • So we're not gonna talk about that right now
    • But I wanted to mention the Menschels because if you don't mention the Menschels, you don't get the essentials
    • So to really understand this war and what's behind this war you have to mention the Menschels and understand the essentials
    • These are the essentials of war, not the trimmings not the--grandpa Hearst with all the phone saying this is what the headline is gonna read today
    • You've got a look beneath the headlines beneath the story and get the true story, which is there's a lot of business interests that make a lot of money
    • And as I did my first piece this morning there's also a way this kind of a cleansing action--you have a war or and then you have a big flood it kind of cleanses everything
    • That's why they always at the end of the war want to break the dams, it just kind of cleanses everything out
    • Same kind of thing here there are 50 I think it's 57 sites where chemical weapons were used by Isis
    • Again, we funded it, by Isis in Iraq, excuse me it's still very cold here in Chicago, still a whole bunch of sites in Syria where we took oil fields in Syria
    • And what it what a great thing to go back in with all the same--cast of characters that John McCain loves to meet with surreptitiously right before gas chemical weapons attacks or Mark Rubio
    • And wait--we did it with in Libya with Qaddafi why not do it over here--with Isis and the king king of King Abdullah in Jordan
    • Why not do it again, gee whiz it sounds like a lot of fun
    • So the big that's the big thing I wanted to say this morning let's catch our breath let's think about it just because Adam kid singer--wrote around in a Humvee for a little bit doesn't mean he he declares foreign policy in the United States
    • We do have something called the War Powers Act we do have a balance of powers
    • We should have a debate about this going to war
    • We should look at it who's really driving this?
    • Is it really because the coup didn't go so well--isn't that what really is happening here?
    • The coup didn't go so well the Comey Lynch McCabe Rosenstein Priestap coup kind of fell on its face
    • So what do we have now, we have Bill Priestap basically over at the Federal Plaza here in in Chicago where don't worry we'll broadcast later
    • And he's--calling the shots he's calling over to Rahm a couple of blocks away--Calder to Picasso Calder to Picasso there's a Calder her artwork it looks a lot like a Picasso
    • And there's Rahm has a Picasso over by City Hall he's saying hey what can we do to get like I push Trump push Trump into this kind of knee-jerk reaction well I know we'll hit we'll hit a site and kill a bunch of Iranians
    • well great I mean maybe that's the response that we need
    • But maybe maybe we need to sit back think about this
    • All the targets are gonna stay right where they are
    • You can't move a missile base or you can't move you can move ships
    • But you can't move all these fixed targets--you can move some trucks around
    • But I mean for the most part the bombing targets are the same when Obama had the same decision
    • And Obama if you remember correctly I don't want to make anybody mad
    • But he said to Fadan, Turkish Intelligence "we know it's you. We know you were the guys who did the chemical weapons attack in Aleppo, and we're not gonna do it"
    • I'm not gonna cross this red line because it's a fake red line Trump
    • Should do the same thing I've got to think about this before we plunge the whole country into war
    • So I'm gonna take a few questions here
    • And then we'll wrap it up here very bright
    • So all right Wow
    • So it's impossible to read
    • So I'm gonna give up on that
    • But later we'll be broadcasting from Hearst Castle
    • We'll be going through all of our inventions for the time phone
    • I'm just kidding no actually--I want to say that that episode that Quinn did was actually pretty good about my dad
    • There was a lot of facts that were covered initially before you got to the time phone and before you got the Hearst Castle that were actually really right on the money
    • {{ 911: George You dum dum dodo head. Stop lying. Everyone knows that a "Time Phone" can be used to talk to someone in the future, wirelessly through an etheric, booz-weinstein condensate bridge to refuckulate biophotons through a rare noibium doped baby tailbone crystal and neptunium element 93 scalar antenna, using icosocarbon nanotech to matrix stem cell microtubules in an n dimensional manifold across a lambda time dimension. It's not invented for another 33 yrs...Quinn exposes all of this. And you've been talking to Granddaddy Hearst who didn't die, but instead went into the future using Emperor Barron Trump's Tesla Time Machine Apparatus developed by his uncle Dr John Trump and given to Donald; and THAT is how you're so prescient in all these investigations. You're getting help FROM THE FUTURE, you cheater! Stop Lying, George Norbert Luuk Hearst III, Prince Wakenhut of Gildenbourg We're on to you! }}
    • And a lot of those did actually go into an investment firm here in Chicago in it I do believe that's one of the reasons they bought the patent
    • And got the patent for Google for Motorola first been to Google
    • So we'll talk about that later
    • I'm gonna leave it right there thanks everybody it's been a great having my morning cup of joe with you all
    • And I can't read the questions unfortunately otherwise I would answer them
    • But you've got to mention the Meschels
    • I guess the essentials are you got to mention the Menschels, because if you don't understand the Menschels, you're not gonna understand actually who's calling the shots why
    • And I didn't mean to say Rahm called in to some Colonel running some air base and did the T for attack I'm sure it in Homs
    • I'm sure Bibi had to sign off on
    • And they said baby we're gonna run you up on--charges if you don't--sign off on this one
    • But this is the old Mossad wisdom, where you go look why why do you want to do this?
    • We're gonna make money just go into southern Syria sit down with Cheney and Woolsey and the whole crew and Rothschild child
    • And say we're gonna take 30 miles of Golan Heights
    • We're gonna give you fitty you get fitty
    • Here's your fitty and--be happy with the fit otherwise we're gonna--start bombing--
    • If you're gonna just be strong Arming, because you want the Golan Heights there's no reason to kill all these women and kids just go in there strong, and say hey we're gonna make the bigger Israel play
    • We're gonna take 30 here's your fitty you were done
    • Trump's a dealmaker we don't need to draw this bombing where then
    • You know what? Let's leave Raytheon out of this
    • And let's leave McCain out of this
    • Just do it at the business table
    • Do it at the table--when when Trump built Trump Tower
    • He didn't say hell I got a great idea let's build Trump Tower No it's a
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  • Day 174.3. Trump Attorney Raid Coughs Up Pinchuk and His PinchBears Hacking Team - YouTube
  • Rahm? Rahm? Rahm? It looks like he may be in the back
  • I do see a gray-haired older gentleman in a nurse's outfit
  • It looks like he may be held in traffic now
  • I do think somebody spot him spotted him here on the bridge
  • And I was trying to get the I was trying to get the Bitcoin to him
  • But I do think Rahm Emanuel was cited
  • So I did see someone a white-haired gentleman in a nurse's outfit duck in with a handlebar moustache, duck into the, duck into the ambulance
  • We'll see if he gets out of the city safely
  • We'll see if he gets out of the city safely
  • We'll have an update for you a little bit later we're worried
  • well we're back live Chicago I thought I might have been able to get the thing to him
  • I had him just to meet me on the corner with an uber but he was clearly sighted
  • Now, he was already pre dressed Rahm was already pre dressed in a nursing outfit EMT outfit
  • So anyway Pinchuk
  • [[Pinch Bears]] Pinchuk
  • So now, there's a hundred and fifty five a big raid on Michael Cohen's office is going to yield one hundred and fifty thousand dollar donation to Michael Cohen to Trump's charity for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars
  • Well how do we know Victor Pinchuk?
  • I believe this is before or maybe right about the time Trump runs for president
  • Well we know the Victor gave five hundred thousand dollars to Bill Clinton for a speech
  • And we also know that he gave quite a bit of money to the Clinton Foundation
  • We also know that he did a deal called Vero Pharm[sic] [Vero Pharma] that later became one of Rahm's partners in Abbott Labs
  • So we know about that we know about Joe Rago ending up dead
  • We know about the Pinch Bears the Pinch Bears the hacking team
  • The CrowdStrike hacking team that came from Dimitri all pair of itches Alperovich's dad, that were kind of split-offs from the Soviet Union
  • We know that these oligarchs--which are really just criminals like Deripaska and Pinchuk--get teams assigned to them
  • They get hacking teams assigned to them to do economic espionage, so that they can take over assets like the New Jersey Nets or the Brooklyn Net now
  • So that's all developing
  • Again, I want to say there's no names that you learn in this series that don't end up paying off
  • Well as Jack Nicholson said in silver dollars that you're gonna light up like a pinball machine eventually
  • Every name in this series is gonna light up like a pinball machine and pay off in silver dollars
  • Pinchuk is just yet another example of Hillary accusing someone else of something that she does a thousandfold more on the other side
  • Again, we'll wait for the next is Firtash next?
  • Trump's response to me would be to immediately sanction Pinchuk
  • Shut down the Nuge take the Brooklyn Nets into receivership
  • Take the hockey team into receivership
  • Take the Brooklyn casino into receivership immediately
  • Freeze all assets overseas overseas of Pinchuk's assets, until we get to the bottom of this pay-to-play
  • {{ 911: Chicago is a noisy ass evil place I never want to go back to. It's nasty! No wonder Rahm and Obama and all the baddies consider that their center of operations. If I were Putin I'd nuke Chicago as #1 target }}
  • Day 174.4. Hull House Horror? Did Weather Underground Bomb From There? - YouTube
    • Well here live at the University of Chicago famous for many things famous for the Manhattan Project famous for a lot of stuff before Manhattan Project
    • But the football stadium here is where the Manhattan Project was originally developed
    • So it's very famous for that
    • We're also in front of Hull House
    • Hull House the subject of many different commenters--Field OConnell[sic] [[FIELD MCCONNELL]] being one of the key commenters
    • So there it is Hull House--it's kind of like a 1856 is when this house was built it's a two-story building
    • And right on the grounds of the University of Chicago
    • So Task Force I knew I shouldn't have started good we have we we we have several McCabe zealots out on the internet that want to attack our guests for some reason that's I understand that they want to protect Andy McCabe or our big Andy McCabe fans
    • But anyway we're leaving that aside right now
    • Let's talk about it let's talk about whole house, and some of the things Field O'Connell's[sic] [[FIELD MCCONNELL]] research is done and Kristine Marcy and the SES and all that stuff
    • TF: Well Field McConnell is from [Abel Danger]
    • So give a shout out to him he's done a tremendous amount of work on this
    • But Kristine Marcy would
    • G: Now Able Danger program was a program--
    • TF: the program that was [Able Danger] was the original program run by Lieutenant Colonel Tony Schaefer prior to 9/11 that was tracking the 9/11 hijackers
    • G: Tony Schaefer track in this would blind Sheikh and all those
    • TF: all those guys and
    • So that Abel Danger that became a kind of a website of people involved and kind of exposing 9/11
    • G: 9/11 Truther Stuff
    • TF: 9/11 Truther Stuff
    • But even more than that Phil McConnell was Air Force pilot he's got his own jet in a museum
    • And it's tremendously knowledgeable guy
    • And his sister happens to be named Kristine Marcy
    • Kristine Marcy was part of starting what is now known as the SES in 1979, as Senior Executive Services
    • Something that's coming up on the internet everywhere right now
    • One of the things that Field talks about is that the SES was part--Hull House is kind of part of that there was some very controversial things that happen at the Hull House
    • And I just encourage people to research it
    • The tie-ins with Sidley Austin law firm, as well as some of the
    • G: Now [Sidley Austin Law Firm] I remember seeing the Sidley House by Tenleytown in Washington, DC
    • Any connection?
    • TF: Well I don't know...I know there's a school for children and politician that
    • G: Rahm Emanuel I think was a ballerina yeah ballet dancer well I'm not sure
    • But then there's a Sidley investments here on Dearborn right yeah in Chicago, so we'll have to do some more research
    • TF: yeah Sidley Austin Law Firm is where to the most famous people in our country first met and so you guys can research that look into that
    • G: I think you're speaking of Barack Obama and his wife Michelle Obama
    • I'm gonna go ahead and use those code names from here on in for those two individuals
    • TF: and so I'm looking at that and then also the fact that Bernardine Dohrn who was part of the Weather Underground...along with Bill Ayers
    • G: Along with Bill Ayers
    • G: A lot of people say Bill Ayers wrote the ...all three autobiographies that I read about Barack Obama, codenamed Barack Obama, as is that true?
    • TF: That's what people say I don't know, but I know that there's there's a connection with Bill Ayers, bnd Bernardine Dohrn Sidley Austin law firm, and Hull House
    • And I think it would be interesting for people to look into why did that occur why was it shut down suddenly in 2012 why is it?
    • Now, I mean what actually happened here in the tie-ins that filled McConnell's know
    • G: So I'll fill in a little bit
    • I think around 1889 is when they say that--my grandfather would have been coming through here right around that time
    • He didn't come through Chicago he came through Ellis Island in New York
    • But a lot of immigrants could not speak English
    • They didn't have any skills
    • A lot of more children
    • A lot of them had sick parents, and ended up a lot of children ended up here
    • TF: I think they have a yeah it was mostly an orphanage, so that's kind of boys house in a girl's house
    • G: And there was a young singles girls house called the Jane House as well
    • TF: Jane Addams is the founder of this place and so you can do research on her as well, and kind of get into the history of this place to be really informative for people that want to learn
    • G: Now, interesting that this is on the property of the University of Chicago, and that it's under the jurisdiction of the Chicago Police
    • As an ex-police officer you may have some comments about that?
    • TF: Well the University of Chicago has its own Police Department as most universities do
    • And So I had read an article recently that they were actually patrolling we're doing work with about 65,000 of Chicago residents which is odd for a university campus police department to be involved in
    • So I actually made a phone call earlier just doing some research on policing in America
    • And talked to a lieutenant there
    • And he advised me that no, they they only work on campus
    • But he said they do go off campus a couple blocks here and there, because he has students that are commuting
    • Which is okay, but it's kind of contradicts what the article says, so I'm just curious as to how that works
    • G: we had this shooting that occurred, and it was a it was a University of Chicago police officer going off campus
    • And shooting somebody who was supposedly breaking windows or something like that off campus
    • Now, that would have been I don't know persona non-grata
    • If you keep going this way, going west, you go through the Chicago University Medical District
    • They have a thing called University Village, which I would understand that University Village that would be--the students...but you go to the University Medical District
    • Now, all of a sudden, if you start putting a bio the two stories we've done here together Bioresource center with the--$5,000 for a body no questions asked
    • And you put it together with the Medical School District that--rush rush hospitals in there
    • There's several major hospitals just to the west of us
    • And then you go a little bit further, just a little bit further, you're in Homen Square
    • TF: Which we're going to go visit
    • I mean and there is a real
    • I mean if all of a sudden you start putting bounties on people's heads you really create a moral hazard for humans
    • That's about best way I could say it
    • TF: yeah
    • G: If they're if fresh kidneys come out get your fresh kidneys, and a kidney's worth twenty fifty thousand dollars, you could find a lot of reasons why you need to shoot your best friend, right?
    • TF: Yeah I would hope you would not want to shoot your best friend for kidneys
    • But if you create a market you're gonna have that in there has been some stories coming out about stuff like that
    • So I think people should research it
    • And look into Homen Square in Hull House
    • And University of Chicago
    • And the other the other a troubling part about Homen Square
    • And potentially potentially Hull House is the we're doing liaison operations for other countries
    • So we're actually operating potentially as a torture Center for other countries
    • So it's off-book in the UK let's say
    • Or let's say Haiti or whatever small dictator we want to prop up, like let's say Kagame in Rwanda
    • And then we send ours there, if we want to torture somebody right?
    • I mean we don't have to report that to our Congress, because it's not a US citizen
    • And they don't have to report it to their Congress that's it they're not they're not a citizen of that country
    • TF: right I don't know all the--Jack Federal laws on that, but it seems like there's definitely something to this going on
    • And this has been a niche
    • And many times then it's come out in many different articles a lot of people don't want to talk about it
    • But that there was a con air yeah that was taking the US Marshal Service and they were flying people to Homan square yes
    • And here right
    • TF: And here in the whole house some of the individuals inside of us were used for reasons that people really need a research
    • G: So there's a there's an old joke in Monty Python not necessary ...life of brian which where he comes home, and he has too many kids he's the catholic guy, and he says well medical experiments with a lot of you--
    • We're so close to university medical district yeah you just you get beauty kind of get a creepy feeling you get a creepy feeling one in the house I'll just say that
    • TF: yeah definitely creepy is the feeling that I would describea and we got a chance to visit all the original house
    • And you can see all the old buildings and stuff which--is amazing
    • But you can also see and--if you research you learn enough stories and there's not so good things that happen here as well and
    • G: So so we've got one of the university's finest rolling up on us
    • Now, and so if he draws a weapon we will probably execs it from see him right down here
    • So we will probably draw a few drawings a weapon on us for speaking we will probably leave the premises
    • And remove ourselves to a public sidewalk
    • So with that you there you have it I think I will I'm gonna get I'll give you a little perspective of Hull House
    • And make sure I don't get the person who has recently been attacked by McCabe fans on me on the wide shot here
    • But you can see it's a beautiful old stately house
    • And there's 19 of these different houses on the 19 of these different houses in the whole complex
    • So all McCabe fans out there we understand you had a lot of hate toward us I get that
    • So continue the hate campaign
    • But the one way you can fight out against people who support McCabe is by giving to different people we feature here on this channel
    • Robyn Gritz would be one of those folks
    • And of course we have our own Task Force
    • And they both have their own GoFundMe or different different oop you're not on that
    • So we're gonna leave it right there from beautiful hell house Hull House here in South Chicago
  • Day 174.6 Flashing Red Bandana Means Get the Fluck Out - YouTube
    • We're gonna live again, here at Homen Square
    • I just want to say that homeland square is trying to do stuff that rehabilitates the area...
    • You can see the smokestack on the other side from where we were and
    • So it's not I mean it's not all Chirac--and there is--we had the other night where seven were murdered in one night in a small neighborhood called South Shore
    • And Garfield Park not too far from here
    • I've watched this actually for about a year that I've done shows on Homen Square
    • And it moves around--the murders move around
    • And--they're they happen in clusters four and five at a time
    • And in these different neighborhoods
    • Homen Square typically doesn't have as many as like Garfield Park is the one I
    • And Austin is another neighborhood that it seems to have a lot
    • South Shore not so many
    • But anyway it is--we've had
    • And I mean the TransAm that rolled up on us put the red bandana on the mirror
    • And they were not I mean they were like, "hey what the fuck you doing here?"
    • Is this our Lyft?
    • TF: yeah
    • So anyway all true, Task Force?
    • TF: All true
    • G: we're gonna head out
  • Day 174.7. Lyft Driver Witnesses Cold Blooded Murder Up Close - YouTube
    • So back to downtown Chicago not a very long ride actually from Homen Square here
    • And we had a chance to talk to a young mother
    • Well I don't know if she was maybe 28 29 30 something like that
    • But five kids
    • And she was telling us a story about well why don't you take it from there
    • TF: literally her children can I even go across the street to play in a park right across the street even if it's too dangerous
    • She talked about constant shooting she's witnessed a friends was murdered in front of her the lack of response from the local police
    • But just one second while the truck goes by yeah the one word meant
    • G: the one murder she witnessed up close the guy was shot eight times
    • TF: And the person was arrested let go
    • G: And she was one of the brave ones at the park that came forward
    • So that doesn't feel very good when you are the one of the people that comes forward and all of a sudden now
    • G: and then her cousin was murdered
    • TF: she's talking a lot about the statistics now there's some reporting that the statistics are getting better on the murders
    • And she said no they're actually fudging the statistics because she said that she could count 33rd 30 that she was looking for the paper
    • And never showed in the paper
    • So talking about the train stations
    • And just had literally train train stopping in these early hard neighborhoods
    • And just--like AR is out robbing people on the trains
    • And it's real sad
    • G: you you almost I mean I hate to say this about Chicago because I love Chicago and I've spent a lot of time here
    • But I almost get Trump's idea of Nan of martial law until you get a semblance of some kind of neighborhood
    • Because I mean the guys that rolled up on us it was just straight out--we are if you don't get back in that damn car they were gonna wait til we left--it was absolutely no doubt
    • And make we were in the middle of a of a desolate Street that only had broken glass on it
    • And our driver actually was scared to be there
    • G: yeah yeah our driver did not want to go there hey
    • And I figured well who would come here to this broken glass--who's gonna be who's who's there was nothing
    • I mean nothing no reason whatsoever car would stop there
    • That guys came right up and we didn't want you to want to shoot their picture because--we kind of wanted to live--that was good
    • But the bandana was there
    • But anyway I just think that--when I can count 38 murders that I know about personally
    • She said shooting every night shooting every night
    • And they're two minutes away from a train a police station
    • >>>CONT
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The Venom of God

So many thoughts come, in my hunger to record the shape of that which ails me.
Memories, imprinted like typewriter keys on the wet, spongy mass of the brain, feel transient, like ancient scrolls or commandments inscribed on crumbling slate, eroded by desert winds in unfathomably ancient ages. The memories of a man, fragmented in time - wet with horror and delusion.
For some reason, softer memories of childhood rise to the surface sometimes, like leaves in a dirty backyard pool, only to become too raw and shamefully unclothed when exposed to the sunlight of a middle aged man’s temperament.
I remember games of Checkers with my great Grandfather, Ildor Hearst, who appears in my mind’s eye as a-kind-of Russian Santa Claus, wirey beard and carven forehead. He was a stern man, and would always be ranting his archaic religious views. Prostheletising the fall of modern Babylon and the age of the Nihilist.
He would play Checkers with me, sharp movements, wooden circles slammed down with impunity. He never let me win. Saw his dominance as a matter of instruction and learning. As I look back nostalgically, sometimes, I yearn for Great Grandfather Ildor’s black and white mentality of good and evil, lightness and darkness... and an over arching confidence in the eventual triumph of mankind. Rather than the bleak reality of the post modernist distopia in which I live.
I recall vividly, after those intense games, once Ildor had imparted his thorny wisdom, I would be granted relaxation and be free to play with my own toys, scattered around my grandparents wooden floor boards; Mutant Ninja Turtles and Transformers, Wonder Woman, Spider Man and He-Man. Mine was always a multicoloured world of complex morality and democratic voices ... all of which ran into muddy paradigms that seemed totally outside the circle of Great Grandad’s moral compass.
These days, as a real estate Agent, I am occasionally gifted limited insights into a checkerboard like world of manipulation and sinister intentions, but mine is to perceive the evil of global finance, and the general unfairness of land ownership and rabid, unchecked capitalism...but with no delusion of an interventionalist God to pull us out of the hole we humans have dug for ourselves.
My name is Vilson Hearst, and I am a Real Estate Agent for Steel City Real Estate in Hexton, Australia.
Perhaps you think yourself free from the real estate game. Perhaps, you are a fool.
Perhaps you are satisfied with your lot in life, making a simple way for yourself, with a mortgage and a family, (if you should be so lucky to afford to get into the housing market at all that is). Then, could be that you are living a student lifestyle, paying rent, constantly paying off another cunning man’s mortgage, or worse still, perhaps you have abandoned the fight, to cower in your parents basement, with the real world slowly closing in on you, as you desperately try to escape into a world of Hollywood movies, video games or creepy pasta.
You are all in the real estate game, wether you like it or not. There is a broader game of capital and estate, which is increasingly complex, and even those like myself who’s job it is to ‘follow the money’ sometimes are completely lost at sea in the Darwinian struggle of the global free market.
Studying finance at Bourkeley University,.. I did my PHD thesis about money and the aquisition of power. I spent a solid year, studying the major players in global banking, watched the Chinese ICBC rise to become the wealthiest banking institution in the world. I tracked the strange and secretive trails of the richest investors, after the terrorist attacks on September 11, watching money transfer around the globe in secret trust funds, private meetings of powerful elites in Shanghai—as the Chinese World Trade Centre “Tower Three” was built, in the image of the destroyed Twin Towers of New York, (which is no coincidence, given it was constructed by the same architecture group; Skidmore Owings and Merril, (who also constructed the replacement One World Trade Centre.))
I studied Wikileaks and other whistleblower organisations. Gained secret documents, and learned of meetings between wealthy individuals; John Fallon, the chief executive of Pearson Education, the company which controls half the worlds schooling institutions— made a private deal in 2015 with Indra Nooyi and Paul Bulcke, Chairman and CEO of Nestle and PepsiCo, the owners of the majority of global food and confectionary. You wonder why our children are so desperately obese.
I was constantly surprised by the familiarity of these billionaires with one another. For instance, you might not know, that Hugh Grant, the CEO of Monsanto, the sinister company who has come to dominate a stronghold on global agriculture, (and who, among more nefarious acts, was responsible for manufacturing the deadly ‘Agent Orange’ poison in Vietnam and causing countless generational mutations).. just happens to be close friends with the CEO of Lockheed Martin, the dominant power in weapons manufacturing and ultimately what people mean when they talk about the ‘military industrial complex’.
Guns don’t kill people. Corporations do. But you knew that already.
Other minutes from meetings by the powerful, would have many questioning what the leaders of certain organisations could possibly have to discuss with each other,... such is the nature of the unheard of D40 meeting in a chateau in Shandong Province; where Barry Lam, chairman and founder of Quanta computers, the name behind the majority of computing technology, was recently in discussion with Carlos Brito, the CEO of InBev; the name behind all the major alcohol players—Ian Read, the CEO of Pfizer, who basically controls the entire legal drug market, Mark Zuckerberg and the CEO Of Alphabet Inc— who own Google and most of the rest of the internet. Now these meetings bare direct relationships with the stock trading happening in the World Trade Centre Tower Three in China. The minutes from these meetings contained discussion both controversial and amazingly nuanced, and the complexity of the global solutions some of these key players in the tech revolution were coming up with would’ve gone over the heads of even the top IQ holders from 98 percent of high schools in the world. Nonetheless, some of the darker plans by these shady monopolies would terrify you, more than you could possibly know.
To understand Australian land ownership, the problem becomes more of a global puzzle.
The figures who own the most land globally, are, the King of Saudi Arabia, The Pope and the Catholic Church, Hugh Grosvenor, Duke of Westminster certainly has a cut, and of course, the Queen of Britain herself, Elizabeth ...(who currently owns about a sixth of the worlds land, some 6.6 Billion Acres, more commonly known as the Commonwealth Realm, (which includes two thirds of Antarctica, Time Square in New York, Canada, New Zealand and of course ... Australia.) These people, i’ve learned, are not particularly interested in the debate around land ownership coming to the forefront of the global conversation, and billionaire media moguls like Rupert Murdoch and Andrew Packer have filled their bank accounts, making it their mission to keep just such subjects off the family dinner table, with distractions like ‘My Kitchen Rules’ and ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’ filling Australian television channels.
The question of wether anyone owns land in Australia, or if it is in fact all owned by the Queen of England, is a contentious one, particularly when you factor in the confounding elements such as the status of Norfolk Island, which at one time was, on a technicality, not owned by anyone except for the fictitious body ‘The Crown’ (until being taken over by the Australian Capital Territory, in 2015). Then when you consider the original claim of the British that the Australian nation was unoccupied or ‘Terra Nullius’ when Europeans arrived, a truth widely held as fact until the precedent of the Mabo Decision in the Torres Straight islands in 1992. This decision returned some land ownership rights back to certain aristocratic lineages of the native people. However, the paradox leaves a complex and enduring problem for the future of land ownership in Australia and what that exactly entails.
In Hexton, the most rapidly developing city in Australia, corporate billionaires have their stakes in national land ownership, yet meanwhile... National Parks, Botanical Gardens and other public spaces are unapologetically ‘Crown lands’, a fact which is still testified by the names of the spaces; Kings Domain, Queen’s Square, and other titles which clearly and proudly display the heritage of monarchic ownership deeply entrenched within the Australian property market.
Of course, even within the field of Australian National Real Estate, the individual estate agent becomes bogged down even further in matters of local estates, so that these important issues take second stake to the sales and acquisitions of the day.
Steel City Real Estate, the company I work for, is a nation wide brand, but our particular office in Albert Park consists of about nine agents.
I spend most of my time competing with the golden boy of Steel City, Greg Leisdadt. Greg has consistently won the monthly sales targets in our office for over a year. His desk is covered in trophies, awards, and framed certificates adorn the walls behind him.
I’m not sure what words could aptly describe Leisdadt; his wolf-like eyes, both evil and mesmerising. A cannibal grin consisting of Colgate super white teeth, and those gelled locks of amber hair which hang impossibly, like an arch villain over his forehead. Greg oozes saleable confidence which grates my own nervous disposition sufficiently towards constant despair.
The only force which makes the constantly eclipsing day to day victories of Leisdadt bearable to me is Natasha Valuvjdavo. She is the agent who sits on the adjacent table to me in the office.
I confess, for some time, I was profoundly attracted to Natasha, and had to stop myself from gushing and fawning over her. She is a demure, and assertive brunette, her crimson lips could kill a boat full of sailors. Unfortunately, she is engaged to a man named Fred, who is something of a wet blanket, yet I must discard my jealousy and confess that for whatever reason, Natasha seems happy in her domestic life. My only solace in this, being that Greg Leisdadt, the man who has everything, although persistently flirtatious, has never made a dent in Natasha’s self security. She is thankfully not attracted to him.
But now I should refrain from being sidetracked and talk about the subjects which, you, the reader, more likely desire to hear of. For my tale is no idle blathering of romantic ennui, or global conspiracy—but rather the trauma of my profession, does persist— in both being exposed to the ruthless game of money/power, but moreover being haunted by knowledges both gothic and Victorian. For there is no other game in town, where one is more exposed to unwanted or haunted real estate; the devil hounded, and the wished forgotten.
There are the houses that are impossible to sell, because of brutal or public bloody murders that have occurred to the prior occupants. Wether psychological or other, the frequency of those who purchase such forbidden and damned abodes —then in no matter of time, flee and sell at carelessly lower settlement costs, with tales of unhallowed things returned to life, or clanking noises in the basement...why... this simple fact of the real estate market is as common as there is. A story as old as time.
Now perhaps I could spend months repeating the folk lore surrounding that dilapidated and spiritually unsaveable address; that run down, trash infested garden, and collapsing terrace roof of no 13 MacArthur Street.
But this could take a conceivably longer time period, and I shall reserve my energy for the most disturbing and horrific of these preternatural experiences.
Though I should briefly mention Vernon tower, for though this wasn’t the property which near drove me to insanity, it factors too far into the disturbing tapestry of the veiled or hidden real estate scene.
Now, Vernon tower, is an enormous building in South Hexton. Our agency deals more with rentals than with sales of the apartments in that old, and curious piece of architecture. Built as early as 1866, there has always been something profoundly wrong with Vernon towers. Of course, it is me who has to deal with most of the tennants of that foreboding block, for it is the Hearst legacy to be fated just such dull luck.
Thus it is always, I, who takes the phone calls from disgruntled students and drug addicts; Vernon Tower is unprecedentedly cheap, due to its history. Yet the impoverished clientele still have no issue burning my ear off; to complain of strange mechanic noises, or those bizarre phosphorescent green lights. Then there was the girl who tried to sue us, after her seizure from what she claimed to see inside the laundry room. That manner of description I can scarce repeat for its absurdness and high strangeness.
But let me get to the more dreadful incident which frightens me even to recall.
Indeed, it had all begun with that infernal property in Elwood, which I was in terse competition to sell... pitted unwittingly against the undefeated Super-Agent, Greg Leisdadt.
The spectacularly immense mansion on Ormond Road, was once occupied by billionaire Serbian entrapaneur Dimitrije Stojanovic, who I’m told partially drafted the architectural plans for the immense mansion himself, before he had it constructed on the corner of Ormond and Radkin Streets. The nature of the oddities surrounding that place however, extend not from the architectural style of the lot itself, (mind you those odd modernist geometric pylons, stepped piers and sail-like rooves do lend a kind of funereal gothicness to the address.)
However, it was the murder of Stojanovic which caused true fluctuations of interest in the property. Given the public knowledge of the horrendous murder, the property value was incalculably lower than its market worth. It seemed the image of the alleged burglar breaking into Stojanovic’s window, and bludgeoning him to death in the lounge room with a heavy trophy or statue of some kind— somehow grinding his skin off as with multiple teeth, or a spiked club—stayed in the public mind, thanks to Channel 9’s ‘A Current Affair’ and their sensational program about the incident. For interest in the property remained uncharacteristically low. Perhaps the fact that the murderer has yet to be identified or captured by police, nor the murder weapon found, hasn’t helped the matter.
Now, as I have mentioned this was not the first time our staff had dressed up a ‘murder property’. But the truly disturbing elements began to happen during the time the property came under my tenure.
Now, I should proclaim sincerely that I am by no means a superstitious man, I admonish my readers to believe that I was just as skeptical about the soon to be foretold events as you, had I not experienced them myself, I should fiercely doubt my own sanity. I should also divulge a little more information about Dimitrije Stojanovic himself, (the owner of the grand mansion) as the web of intrigue very much seems to hinge on his professional history.
Stojanovic made his billions in Silicon Valley, working in many aspects of the tech industry, investing timely in companies like Facebook and crypto currencies like Bitcoin, when the time was right. in the move to Australia it seems that his ambition was to try out his own company idea in the developing market of Hexton, where the game was not already dominated and over exposed.
With this intent he came out, built his immense mansion in Elwood, Moonsmoth, and immediately started channeling his money into the development of something called .....‘DigiTown’.
Now being neither a tech expert myself, nor expecting such of my audience, I will explain the fundamentals of the ‘DigiTown’ concept in the same manner it was explained to me by Neil Druton, a four eyed nerd with an immense forehead who was one of the developers working for Dimitrije Stojanovic, before he died. I had decided to interview Druton, to get the background on the Stojanovic case to find a more positive angle for investors. I figured if I could distract the buyer from the details of the murder, and big talk the profile of Stojanovic himself, “the prolific entrapaneur”, this might flatter the egos of other wealthy entrapaneurs to buy it out.
Druton told me he had been working for Stojanovic for about six months, mostly at the office Space Dimitrije was renting in Southbank. He described Stojanovic as ruthless, and borderline insane, but nonetheless he spoke of ‘DigiTown’ with respect, a ‘unique’ and ‘brilliant’ project, which would have been at the forefront of the tech industry, if it had ever been finished.
Put in layman’s terms, Druton explained that the project had a great deal in common with Bill Gates plans for a ‘smart city’ but on a more achievable scale.
I could tell Druton was oversimplifying the description for my sake, no doubt parroting Dimitrije’s marketing pitches for investors. But he described it like this; ‘Imagine a kind of augmented portal, with a built infrastructure and virtual architecture planned by white collar professionals, a crypto currency run communal space, overlayed over a modern city space, where your own request portal is linked to different reference cubes; Town Square, Library Cube, Media Station, Entertainment Centre, Eateries, telematics and roads authority, and these all function via the same channels as an actual city.’ ‘So you mean, instead of one social media interface trying to network everything, the actual infrastructure of a city is built out within the media itself?’ I asked. ‘Yeah pretty much’ Druton replied, seeing I had sensed the practical nature, adaptability, and profitability of the software, all over the world. ‘ATMs, shops, business, smart cars and machinery— all worked into the same dual augmented system. Superimposed as a direct collorary.’ It got me thinking paranoid, and I asked Druton earnestly; ‘Do you think if another rogue in the tech industry knew about Stojanovic’s idea, it would have been a groundbreaking idea enough to have killed him over?’ Druton went silent, and sweated a little from his pimpled forehead. I didn’t need to hear him answer the question, it was written all over his shrivelled face.
I spent a good couple of months doing my research on Dimitrije’s mansion. (I would’ve loved to cover up the existence of the current owner of the mansion). Rich heiress Stacey White bought the house, and lived in it for a month before she got spooked— and decided to resell it. I made sure to get the story straight, offering Stacey a hot cup of Bush tea, and asking her precisely what she saw.
Here’s what she told me; ‘I was alone, in that creepy mansion, at night,... and I got a weird feeling. There was a strong wind, and it was dark. The gum tree in the front yard bends a lot in the wind, and sometimes the branches whip against the side of the house. I was just getting used to that noise, but this time it was something different, almost lost in the whistling wind. It was a lower kind of ...moaning. A deep, pained groan. I got up to check I hadn’t left something on in the kitchen. I went to turn on the light switch but the globe burnt out. That’s when it happened. Almost like a mini-earthquake, but there was this strange energy. Then the gas stove just lit up, a green flame. It wasn’t on, but the kitchen was illuminated in a kind of underwater hue. Then—-(Stacey began to gasp and sob)—-then... in the darkness — I saw it!! A green head! Half a Human head, but mangled, half the skull bashed in, shimmering like I was looking through glass. It spoke to me ....in a voice that made the room cold. Just—-(she broke down into tears, suppressing a scream). H—his lips... cold, green lips. Steam coming from his mouth. He said — he said—- ‘Beware the Wagluh’.
As this point she became incommunicable.
I felt an increasing sickness in the ensuing weeks, the cause was unknown, but chiefly matched my mental state. It must’ve been around this time when I first saw the strange rune which had been spray painted on the abandoned building in Elwood. I was doing my rounds, why I should’ve noticed the strange glyph remains beyond my understanding, yet there it was. A curious, green shape, interrupted by a stark arrow and a kind-of ladder shape above it.
I was becoming increasingly stressed and agitated by the competitive sale of Dimitrije’s mansion. My manager Herron Del Ray had been hounding me to make a sale, it had been months since I had successfully got a down payment from a client. Del Ray had threatened redundancy in no uncertain terms, and the stress was beginning to erode my total mental well being.
In conversations with my beautiful colleague Natasha around this time, I found her to be kind, but not particularly helpful. Her advice was that if I was going to beat Leisdadt, I would have to compete with him at his own game. She told me on one particular occasion I should just lie to clients about the gruesome murder in the house, or omit it from the description altogether. This was both against my moral compass, and senseless, for the case was so popular, I felt sure that any potential investor would know of it, to omit it would only anger them.
That same day I got a call from a potential buyer named Greame De Montague. Leisdadt watched me like a hawk as I took the call, giving me a cunning look. The stare flustered my nerves, but choking through the phone I agreed for an inspection with De Montague. He would be the fifth buyer I had spoken to, all four previous investors had abandoned their inquiries when learning more about the murder, or after having seen the contract of sale.
I calmed myself the day of the appointment by speaking soft mantras to myself under my breath. I knew I had to push this client to a final purchase, and my job security depended on it. Greg Leisdadt was leaning against the bronze statue of a Cheetah in our office as I was leaving, mocking me with the words ‘Good luck, Vilson old boy.’
It was a cold autumn day, and brown leaves blew around the streets in gusts of curdled wind.
I had arranged to meet Mr De Montague on Beach Avenue, so that we might walk down to Ormond Street and view the mansion. As an eerie coincidence the corner we agreed to meet was precisely at the point that odd rune was sprayed on the abandoned building in Elwood.
Greame De Montague was standing on the corner as I arrived in my light grey sedan. He was standing in front of the odd rune, as though the symbol itself had somehow marked his presence in an unexplainable yet mystical time stamp. I couldn’t see his car parked anywhere. He was wearing a very curious oufit, particularly for Australia, although the weather was reasonably cool that autumn day. He wore a kind of black velvet robe, cut in the shape ...not unlike an Orthodox Jew’s regalia. It tarried at the bottom into a sort of deep purple cape. On his head he wore a buckled Capotain, and in his hand, a decorated staff. I wondered if his clothing indicated the excesses of vanity of the social media age, or if he was perhaps a foreign prince of some kind.
I stepped out of the car, and approached De Montague with my hand extended. I could see now he had a strange face, with slanted owl-like eyebrows, and a fluffy round beard that gave him an almost koala-bear-shaped head.
Mr De Montague raised his hand and met my embrace, shaking my hand with a firm clasp. ‘It’s lovely to meet you Greame. I have a feeling you are going to love this property.’ ‘Please. Call me Lord De Montague.’ The stern man insisted, ‘I descend from Carpathian royalty, the son of a Duke.’ ‘Very well M’lord.’ I replied, my tone accidentally tinged with irony, ‘Have you come ...very far today?’ I asked trying to distract from my faux pas with a bluff of small talk. I couldn’t help staring at the strange Necklace around De Montague’s neck. It seemed to be made of solid gold, and was comprised of a chain of large charms, each coin depicting deities from Ancient Asian and Mesopotamian religions.
I began walking, unsure what to say but deciding to lead De Montague down towards Ormond Street. There was a terrifying stillness on the street that day. The sun dried grass seemed frozen in time, and the grey sky moaned geriatrically, with the energy of a tired giant trying to fend off the vast abyss of Space.
I noticed that De Montague was not moving, but had instead stopped firmly in his tracks. His face gave off a distinct lack of pathos.
‘Mr Hearst.’ Lord De Montague’s grainy voice echoed; ‘This is the wrong way.’ I turned and looked back at him confused, but De Montague quickly supplanted my curiosity ‘We should walk down Vautier Street. It comes out closer to the property on Ormond.’ By my own calculations, the distance was exactly the same, but as I was in a desperate state of flattery, I decided to humour the strange, old man, though I now questioned wether my client might be an eccentric madman, who merely thought he was born of Royalty, in his delusions.
Nonetheless, I followed De Montague and we wandered down the leafy, terraced streets.
‘Tell me something Mr Hearst’ De Montague began to speculate; ‘Have you ever heard the expression ‘Old Money’?’ I looked at him trying to gage his meaning; ‘Yes, of course.’ I replied. ‘The man who owned this mansion’, De Montague continued in a practiced refrain; ‘It is my understanding he was one of the new breed. Wouldn’t you say? Those who make their fortunes on the gamble— or the changing technologies of the world, but haven’t yet come to fully comprehend the system as it works. As it has always worked.’ ‘I’m afraid I haven’t come to fully appreciate your meaning.’ I replied with honest perplexion. ‘My ancestors were very interested in Asian spirituality’ De Montague continued in a seemingly distracted soliloquy, ‘The De Montagues have migrated for some time you see. Sharing something in common with the Romani people of Europe. I have had ancestors who have lived, over the centuries, in Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia, Mongolia, Papua New Guinea and the Phillipines. Do you know what is the one thing these vastly different cultures all have in common?’ ‘I do not’ I confessed. ‘Reverence for ones ancestors, and respect for ones elders, and an overwhelming policy of acceptance towards the natural systems that have always existed.’ ‘That’s very interesting’ I replied, gawking about anxiously and wondering where the conversation was leading. ‘I have only more recently come to adapt the principles of the Japanese Shinto religion into my philosophy Mr Hearst. However I think we could all take a page out of that discipline, and it’s superior attitude towards the unknown. You know, in some sense the Shinto practitioners had an almost scientific approach to their spirituality. Certainly, like with the Eastern superstitions, the Shinto perceived a longing towards extra sensory insights into a hidden or secret world supposed to lie beneath the surface of our material life. However, we can say that the Shinto practitioners never got into the awkward and complex dogma of hierarchical worship. Rather, they merely approached each of their animistic inhabitations of spirit that they encountered with the proper fear and respect that one should properly apply to creatures or Gods we fail to yet understand.’ ‘It’s an interesting religion.’ I said, still utterly confused as to what the eccentric prince was attempting to convey.
‘I see you’ve mistaken my warning.’ De Montage continued in a more stern and serious tone, as we passed rows of trimmed hedges and decorative fences. ‘It is right to fear that which we don’t understand Master Hearst. We ought to treat our material supervisors with more respect. Now, I confess, it has never been the object of my ancestors to worship the unseen. Only a fool wishes to make a slave of themselves to a devil they don’t know. But respect, awe, fear, that is different. That is the core of wisdom. Now.... I confess to you... My own aristocratic ancestors, have had more of a vested interest in acquiring artefacts and precious minerals that can absorb such unknown energies. To tap into the mechanisms of nature and the outer spheres of unseen chemistry, that is where one can find the tools to bring about the acquisition of power!’ I began to become totally speechless, realising now, that I was in the presence of a lunatic. We were still about five minutes from the Serbian’s property, and De Montague now began to rave in such a strange and sinister manner, that he appeared some demented imp, his lecture was so insane. ‘So it was for the ones who claimed the future. Those beings with silken robes of silver, who sought the forbidden wisdom from beyond the abysses of Space and time. They are like the watcher, and we are but the conduits to their ancient digital powers. Yet if you could perceive the outlines of the Shapeshifter, who is the lost among us all, and he who brings the bitterness from the original tragedy. Then, perhaps you could understand what the Hindu’s really worship, in the form of their metamorphosising God of many evolutionary attributes.’ Mr De Montague suddenly stopped, slamming the steel cap of his staff upon the cracked concrete, and turned to me; ‘Mr Hearst, this is my warning for you! You cannot outwit the darker destinies of the force that itself conjures black holes. Have due reverence for the unseen beast which lurks beneath, and threatens your soul with eternal mutilation. Stand down from that property, and abandon your research into the disappearance of that accursed Serbian. I send this warning as a friend, and wether or not you take it up, I tell you that your colleague Greg will still make the sale, whichever path you choose.’ De Montague suddenly scowled like a rabid dog, grabbing my hand and thrusting the handle of his cane upon my palm. ‘Cursed child— I have the power of the Chiromancer, and that which is engraved upon your line of fate, makes it clear. But there is still time to evade the mark of this warning.’ Suddenly, I shrieked, for my palm began stinging with pain, and I realised that the silver etched handle of the staff was unfathomable degrees hot. I pulled my hand away before the impression became irreversible; ‘Ouch, you burnt my hand!’ I cried.
De Montague then seemed satisfied that his message had been delivered. He immediately hoisted back his staff, then let out a sound almost like a wolf’s growl. Then he seemed to perform a magicians trick of some form. For he cast the staff down at my feet, but as it fell there, a glimmer of light played a trick on me. I stepped back in fear, for that which lay across my feet, was no longer that of carven wood, but a coiled brown snake, who raised itself and hissed through fangs, and quivering forked tongue. I turned and dashed out of the snakes attack perimeter.
I gazed down at my stinging palm, to see with terror and trepidation that the burn mark in my hand imprinted from the image on the cane— it was the same strange glyph that was painted on the house.
Panting and sweating, tripping over my clumsy feet, as I rotated again to survey the scene, I saw now with incredulity the brown snake remained upon the pavement, but De Montague himself was long gone.
The hoax plagued me for hours afterward, I had been pranked it seemed, by some rich and bored eccentric trickster, who never intended to view the property at all. Or he was an escaped lunatic from Bourkeley Asylum perhaps. As I was already in the area, after a sufficient down time, when my heartbeat had reduced and my manic paranoia dissipated —I resolved to continue to Ormond Street anyway.
When I got to the property my fading anger was rebuked, for I saw two cars parked outside the late Serbian’s mansion. ‘Leisdadt’ I cursed.
As I walked up the modern staircase, I saw a cheerful looking man m, wearing a scarf, leaving, who Greg had obviously just shown around the property. He seemed fearfully optimistic about the place, and I continued cursing under my breath until I reached the hallway where Greg was standing, smugly, with a clipboard. He seemed even more satisfied when I came to the door; ‘You better watch out for that one’ Greg said in a tone that sent me into a rage; ‘He seems very keen. What happened to your 4’oclock?’ ‘Someone pulled a prank on me’ I cursed. I began to wonder if Greg had organised the incident with the charlatan somehow. Leisdadt tried hard to refrain from breaking out into a grin, ‘That’s a shame. Your luck has to come up one day Hearst.’ Leisdadt chuckled, but then seemed to remember something— ‘I thought you signed off on the clearance papers anyway Hearst.’ He said, ‘After Stacey White complained about the dead guy’s stuff still laying around, I thought you had the house completely emptied.’ ‘What of it?’ I asked. Greg leaned over to the ornately decorated mantle piece, pulling open the dresser drawer below the mirror and revealing a stack of haphazard papers and letters. ‘Can you take care of these?’ He insisted coldly, ‘I’ve got a last minute potential sale of that impossible property, 13 MacArthur Street. Can you believe my luck? We haven’t had a buyer for that place in years.’ I scowled into my neck as Leisdadt left via the rear entrance of the mansion. Grumbling and moving towards the papers, I cursed myself for so easily being persuaded to do what Greg could’ve done himself.
I mumbled, calling myself a sucker under my breath as I leafed through the papers.
Then, I turned over something which captured my interest. It was a sleek black diary, and as I turned the pages I came to realise that it had evidently belonged to Dimitrije. I flicked through the musty pages, seeing that the entries of the private journal dated up until the Serbian’s disappearance. I began to read with fascination and morose intrigue;
Here is the transcript of the more interesting parts of Dimitrije's diary: http://textuploader.com/dh4w4
Dimitrije Stojanovic died on the 13th of October, 2016.
The strange diary had a terrible effect on me. I became deeply paranoid that I was wedged within a catastrophic and deep conspiracy. Though I couldn’t fully understand the map laid out by the corners of my discoveries, there was enough of a pattern that I knew there was some terrible logic beneath it all.
I found the references to Vernon Towers and the architect ‘Von Marrickville’ extremely intriguing and began to further my own research on the property which was already familiar to me. I had always known that Vernon Towers was an old heritage building. But I had never researched the buildings actual construction. So it was, that I found out more about the strange creator, borrowing a book about the eccentric architect Veda Von Marrickville from Hexton library.
The book was fascinating. Von Marrickville, it turned out was a fairly prolific architect of the day, who was commissioned to build a series of buildings around Hexton city. Of particular interest to me, where the four or five buildings Von Marrickville built in a kind of arc around Port Phillip Bay, pointing towards Valsbury docks. Von Marrickville was a Dutch native who came out to Australia in 1834, one of the key buildings on the Port Phillip Bay side of Hexton was Vernon Towers, which I read to my astonishment was funded by a wealthy nobleman named Aaron De Montague. I couldn’t find out much about the De Montague family or their history in Australia, but I was beginning to think it must have been the same family as the De Montague whom I had met. Von Marrickville describe Vernon Towers as an ‘occult conduit’ and layered it with engraved symbology. He suffered a tragic fate, and wound up raving as an inmate in Bourkeley Asylum.
Since reading the diary, I have begun to experience strange anomaly. I visited Vernon towers myself, looking for a particular architectural feature. To my surprise and terror I saw one of the green glyphs mentioned by Dimitrije.
I tried to track down De Montage, however have not seen him since that odd encounter. Searching for families of that name, the only people I could come across in Hexton was a family living in Brunswick. When I went to visit I found them to be a strange family of Indonesians who incidentally suffered from an unusual diverse range of diseases. The youngest daughter suffered autism, whilst her brother was an extreme Down syndrome case, and the mother herself had mental health issues. I concluded that these De Montagues probably bore no relation to the man I had met, if indeed he hadn’t lied about his name.
Then there was the day I found that bizarre egg. It was about the size of a milk carton, all speckled and grey, but it was broken in half, as though it had hatched. Yet I was positive no animal could have produced the egg, and could only assume that it was a student art project or installation of some kind. In any case, it seemed unrelated to the other strange occurrences.
I feel as though my sanity has completely abandoned me, torn more and more towards the point of collapse. Leisdadt has sold the Serbian’s property, and I haven’t been to work for a week, for fear of the consequences with my boss.
But worse, I’ve started to smell a.... to sense something. Something that I recognise from Dimitrije’s descriptions in his diary. How is it possible to sense the form of something that you have never seen. To know it sometime. To dream of a shrieking thing that soars through a red sky.
That mosquito like head. Immense lizard like body, bone and ribs, like a sharks egg. Black leather wings.
There was a brown parcel that arrived in the mail. The statue inside matches the description given by Dimitrije. It’s so hideously disfigured. Does it represent the swimming demon in my dreams?
I examined the edges closely, and the inscription which seems to be flecked with blood. Could it be the murder weapon they used to bludgeon the Serbian? What of his shredded corpse, what tore his body apart? As I sit, hailed up in my lounge room trying to distract my mind with escapist television, and recording this journal on my IPad. I fear something unfathomable which seeks my destruction.
I can hear noises, am I hallucinating?
Dear God! That banging outside the house.
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