In a recent announcement from the Treasury Department, two individuals and a Greece-based commercial spyware company faced the brunt of sanctions. The accused? Intellexa Consortium, allegedly steered by a former Israeli military officer, allegedly crafted technology for surveilling U.S. government officials, journalists, and policy experts. The revelation prompts an examination of the narrative, suggesting that…

My Cousin Elmo says, “We have a government that has committed treason so many times that they are having to import millions of new voters because they lost their actual citizen’s vote.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “I never wanna be part of the problem. I wanna be the whole problem or nothing.”

“The ocean is a desert, with its life underground, and a perfect disguise above.” Dewy Bunnell, “Horse With No Name,” 1971 The rain continued to fall in an unrelenting torrent, a never-ending symphony of despair that seemed to wash away all hope. Rhyolite News reporter James Henderson huddled in his study, his heart racing as…

My Cousin Elmo says, “I need help, I’m filing my taxes; how do I claim Ukraine and Israel as a dependent?”

Bitcoin prices gained 6.9 percent on Monday, March 4, to $66,355.43, while gold was up 1.4 percent at $2,113.28 per ounce, platinum rose 1.1 percent to $897.10 per ounce, palladium gained 0.5 percent to $960.50, and silver climbed 2.8 percent at $23.79 an ounce. The Federal Reserve Board, on Monday, March 26, 2020, slashed reserve…

In winter’s grasp, we find our solace deep, Beneath the covers, chaos softly creeps. We wrap ourselves in regal guise, so fine Yet dreams, mere fragments, fickle and supine. Winter’s chill, a jest the world does make, As tears, like streams, in paper cups, we take. We heed the photograph with cynical eye, How human,…

The audacity of these hypocritical lawyers knows no bounds. After successfully arguing that Elon Musk’s colossal pay package was illegal, they have the gall to turn around and demand $5.6 billion in Tesla stock as their legal fees. These vultures, masquerading as advocates for Tesla shareholders, are shamelessly attempting to gorge themselves on the company…

Who remembers the sun’s golden-bright, Not silvery, lost in an unnatural light? When the sky was a deep, rich hue, Not pale milky blue, a tainted view? Robust, gorgeous cirrus clouds danced high, Crisply delineated, painting the sky. But now weird streaks mar the scene, Blocking the sun, an unwelcome screen. What happened to those…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Still sick to my stomach… I can’t believe Nikki Haley won DC.”