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Not content with demanding he drop out of the race, thereby guaranteeing a divided Democratic Party and all but certain defeat, some commentators in the press are now calling for Biden to resign the Presidency, and even suggesting using the 25th Amendment to remove him from office. Over a single shaky debate performance.
Naturally, not a whisper about Trump dropping his bid to become dictator for life after his 34 felony convictions.
We were prepared for the likely Republican coup attempt in January. But what we are seeing now is nothing less than an attempted coup by elements of the press.
#US#Politics#Election#2024#Presidential Debate#Trump#34 Counts#Guilty#Corrupt Journalists#Coup#Biden#Ridin' With Biden#Vote#Vote Blue
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The One & Only, The Legend of Legends Former Prime Minister of Pakistan IMRAN KHAN!
Corrupt to their Cores, Thieves, Looters and Traitors Pakistan’s Army Generals, Politicians of Thirteen Dirty Political Parties, Judges and Yellow Journalists are Scared of IMRAN KHAN, The Chairman of Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf. This is the real honest man who showed the World their Abominable Faces who were destroying Pakistan By licking the Scrotums of the Hegemonic, Conspirator, Two-Faced, Liar and War Criminal United States for the past 75 Years!
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the description fits this sukuna drawn by @cuviz . i'll commission (they're open!) a fitting piece to this story, so stay tuned.
"…field worker of food enterprise »yūjiocha« has collapsed on the 24th of this august. health officials have shared that the 52-year-old suffered from breathing difficulties up to a heat stroke. following this shocking incident, the company has been under fire due to its low payment of field and indoor workers in rural sendai. the company's domicile in tokyo has been blocked by strikers as we speak, demanding fair working conditions. what makes citizens worry is the CEO-"
"anotha day with the same ol' stories," the taxi-driver mumbles, his head cowering under the windshield to examine the billboards.
you follow his direction and are greeted with the shiny exterior of ads over ads, raging from fashion brands to promotional thumbnails for upcoming movies. they contrast wonderfully with the grey and damp weather, the vividness too intense for this early traffic jam.
orange plus green letters of the said brand appear with a 3d animation of a rotating matcha tea packet. the name alone makes you swallow, your shoulders knotted as rain drops glide down the window. "hm, unfortunately."
"headin' there, aren't ya? ya're with dose devils?" you are quick to pick out his sarcasm but don't hold back from covering your chest with sweaty hands. "no, no! i'm here for the press conference! have to step in for my colleague, that's why."
"ya nervous?" from the backseat you hear the lightness in his tone. if he can sense it, than what's the point of trying to make excuses? really, it was a mixture of both excitement and nauseau. if it weren't for your co-worker telling you last minute, you would've had to wait for the next blue moon. it couldn't be compared to the never-ending online researches at home - this was a once in a life time opportunity for your career.
your thoughts come to an abrupt stop when the car pulls over. "kick their asses, yeah?"
"… queries are only allowed within your designated time. please refrain from shouting out," after half an hour of a protracted introduction with the help of a slide-show, the lady in glasses puts the microphone down - especially painful when your view is blocked by loads of technical equipment and tall backs of men in suits.
"good morning, shibuya network speaking here. we're interested in hearing the opinion of the CEO himself." the reporter sits down and the action builds anticipation in you with how swift this already works. nothing like what's shown on edited broadcasts or 30 pages of transcript for homework.
you raise your chin from the back of the spacious room. the two men at the podium exchange expressions. at first you don't understand their worrisome looks, until a screeching vibration echoes in the hall, as if an object is being dragged along something sharp. you squeeze your eyes open to the third person in the middle.
"you wanna hear my opinion?" your gaze dances across the room, trying to search for a reaction in the several women and men around you. have they just heard the exact same thing as you or are you caught in the sketch of some sadistic comedian?
"yes sir, your opinion."
the silence doesn't drag on for long, "of what?"
"sir, one of your worker-"
"i'm aware of that."
"after he collapsed-"
"yeah?"
"what exactly are you-"
"what are you aiming at?" a quasy feeling settles in your stomach.
"sir, what measures are you going to take?" the man finally snaps with rushed words, as anyone else would naturally do so.
"doin' as always." his face is cold, his movements solid.
"next question please," the spokesperson on the left side states.
you mouth goes dry. you recall why you've been hesitant when you got the call from your fever-plagued office partner, nobara kugisaki.
a few journalists and news outlets survey general questions relating to the company itself which makes your legs bounce with thin patience. can't they postpone these for another public gathering? at this state you weren't even sure if everyone would get a turn.
"in the last five years ryomen sukuna has held back from providing the public with clarifications on the many rumors he has been involved in… mr ryomen, would you be so kind and enlighten us?" a tall, white-haired woman sits down. some part of your brain tells you that she is grinning, although her voice has been stagnant despite some alarmed countenances on the stage.
the addressed man leans back - not without a chuckle though.
the next participant takes the mic. you are confused.
you reread your notes. is it worth asking when this conference has either denied or made fun of the press inquiries this far? you aren't one to defend gossip magazines who survive off his or anyone's questionable past, but this was too out-of-place for your own liking. simply put: it is disrespectful.
"good stories osaka, mr ryomen, please tell us about your alco-"
"we don't entertain this type of output from here on. please focus on recent activities or refrain from speaking."
you follow the white bow. "good morning, kyoto today here. sir, have you already been in contact with the victim's family? and how will you compensate your workers in the future? thank you for your cooperation." your ears perk up and you immediately cross out one scribbled line.
"that man is out of the hospital. i don't see a need to compensate anyone."
gasps and whispers spread throughout the tense air. right now, you can observe the only positive: the reporter's stance - how she confidently protrudes among the hushed outbreak, her grip on the microphone unwavering.
"so i'll take you don't intend on raising the standard of your worker's conditions anytime soon?"
"never planned to."
honestly, you aren't sure what to do when the room errupts with audible complaints and writers violently pressing down on their keyboards. "is this legal?" a reporter with a green notepad wants to know. others demand their camera men to "get everything on camera! no, zoom in!" and give them a slap on the back to get closer.
"please keep it quiet for the last contendors - if not, we are obligated to cancel this session."
your heart picks up at an uncomfortable frequency. you take deep breaths.
"from the daily press - mr ryomen, how will you deal with the recent protest in front of this very building?"
the men around him have long ago loosened their ties, sitting back in their chairs, handkerchiefs pressed against their red temples. by reading them you understand their missing courage to talk some sense into the CEO. even if, is this man capable of seeing his own faults?
"i'd like to see how long they'll drag this out - prolly not long."
the lady's arm points upward, "but sir! you are aware the people outside are your employees, right?!" it wasn't the first time during this knot garden that an interviewer has sounded like they are on the edge of insanity.
"so? there are enough volunteers who will take their places."
the woman near you sinks down without another word. your wrinkly page has ended up as a muddy ball of paper. you could theoratically get up and leave at any given time but with the cramped up space around you, you'd have to sit through this until the end.
thanks to your inner monologue you almost miss the black object pocking into your panorama.
now or never.
when you take the mic into your hand, you wince at the short self-noise. "kanagawa news… sir, i'll be brief: what's your purpose at yūjiocha?"
you can't unsee the way his knuckles push against the side of his cheek with the most uninterested glare - pierced brow not moving an ounce while you are mentally fluctuating for his answer.
"you tell me what my purpose is. you journalists love to pretend to know everything. isn't that so…"
you raise your brows. his derisive layer of throwing you and other hard-working writers into the same pot with gossipers leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.
"sir, i didn't assume anything. my question is: what's your personal ambition - you don't give the impression of having a goal as the chairman of your own company." you're at loss for words by none other than your own self. from the edges of your vista you find heads sticking together. the camera directed at you doesn't go unnoticed either.
that was the harmless part - not when his eyelids drop at your comment. in a flash, you question your own professionality. are you wrong?
"oh, so now you're telling me what to do?"
you huff. "that is not my intention, sir. i'm wondering why this - when you're acting reckless with the company of your-"
"a nobody from the gutter press is seriously teaching me about my business? tch."
"next one," the spokesperson moves on.
you remember the prominent throb in your throat, blurring out the last back-and-forths until everyone, one by one, started to exit the hall. his team is the first one to do so and you fear that this belittling memory will never fully dissolve.
the next day doesn't reward you for your rookie service either. the brown-haired woman walks up and down, prior to sitting down and repeating the same pattern anew.
"…means i can't use it?"
nobara, your senior of two years with more experience in the world of critical writing supports her head with her right palm. "hold on," the corner of her mouth twists in annoyance as she analyzes the screen of her pink tablet.
"these sons of bitches have not only imposed a copyright restriction because of a goddamn power point presentation but also threaten us with cutting our money!?" it was only a question of time when she would go berserk. you weren't going to risk calming her down when she had all the right in the world - unfortunately copyrights excluded - to complain about the supergiant's legal terms.
as you found out - just hours ago after terrible five hours of sleep - the press is not allowed to share the conference recording on any platform. on top of that, the financial pressure of withdrawing advertising money is pushed down your throats in case companies release a - as quoted - smear campaign against their precious CEO.
"i don't get it… why attempt hiding it? the media already knows," you chew on your lip at the thought of having to let your very first citation go to waste. you weren't going to allow your own sweat and (almost) tears go down the drain. not when they are the ones in the wrong on so many levels.
"i'll tell you why… these pigs can't risk more damage! knuckles-deep in the mud and they still have the audacity to stop journalism! over my dead body!" the aroma of berries floats your nostrils when she raises her steamy mug.
"what's the plan?"
"(name). see this as your first main quest from your kugisaki girl herself, 'kay? WE'RE GOING TO FINISH THIS NO MATTER WHAT! EVEN IF THEY WERE TO FLOAT THIS OFFICE! those recordings aren't going anywhere!" her arm cramps up when the coughing fit returns.
you immediately begin your text, fueled with fire from her motivational speech. as your job requires, you are here in the first place because you've promised to reveal the shady side of the business world. you wouldn't want to let your partner in crime down - not when you were entrusted with this important task.
"thank you, nobara-san."
"that's the spirit, rookie. let's end those wretched capitalists! they better be grateful that i had a fever… i would've jumped them all!"
the yellowish light of your overly bright display blinds you in the shades. the blue logo of the daily press dissapears. your thumb enters the key words and urgently scrolls down the black on white.
user8653346
another nepo baby who gets away with THEIR usual egotistic IDIOCITY. we live in a rich man's world everyone!
anonymous
I'm dissapointed with the amount televison and CO publicize. Why do they downplay the traumatizing event of a victim and make traces of the protest dissapear.... inhumane. Thank you and anyone else who has covered this evil crime for us.
z.9999
Why act surprised? He has a bunch of illegal acts held against him yet he gets away!!? I'm more concerned for the people who've lost their jobs!
anonymous
threathening journalists shocks me the least... what has daddy’s company become? ヾ(´∀`)
a notification from nobara pops up, showing screenshots of hilarious responses under other tokyo-based publications over the last days. it's quite a relief they haven't held back either.
but the happiness wouldn't last long of course.
"utahime-senpai just emailed me. (name), you can't imagine how enraged i am. meet me at the office." the green and red symbols dissapear along her name.
your heart pounds as you run down the busy streets. no time to take a bite or look in the mirror. at the crosswalk, you weigh if you should get a quick meal and later hop into a taxi or train.
the neon green window display of the convenience store finds you at the right time. after paying for food and a bottle of water you're about to run to the next station, however, the magazine stand catches your attention instead. you should sprint to your office as soon as possible yet you're curious about one thing.
you turn the pages and eventually find your own article. you quiver at the touch of the physical copy. it hasn't vanished. you let out a relieved groan and with the satisfied exploration, you flee through the automatic doors.
"i would like to have a word with the manager regarding the supply of non-updated newspaper in here."
"nobara…"
the said woman is leaning her arms against the top of her cluttered desk. without any remark you place your bag down.
her lids are shut.
minutes pass.
"these fuckers have taken down utahime-senpai's entry," striking back this early? "legal protection for copyright violation! copyright violation?! - they can't be serious!" her skin slams against the wood, twice. she lets out another yell, "gahhh!"
"she hasn't inserted the entire video material on her website," you can't find a reason why on god's green earth there should be any dilemma with her senior's article. it's not like writers aren't familiar with the rules in connection to giving credits, likewise with how and when to use correct quotations and other sources.
"ah you see, three minutes out of 2 hours crisis communication is too long! hah! how dare we forget about proprietary visuals! that half-assed presentation and ugly logo are allegedly commercialization!" she clears her throat in a dramatic manner, "now they limit distributions unless certain parts are changed. exploitation of underlying speech my ass!"
you curse under your breath. "what about us? have we exploited proprietary materials?" you cringe at the terms.
she shares the same sentiment, although now more wearisome. "that's why i've invited you over. just got a message from the pitiful sons themselves," she rolls the computer mouse with her index. "i'm not surprised anymore," she lets out. "we consider filing for legal action regarding the article written and published by your media press journalist (fn) (name) in case it is not taken offline within the next 12 hours,"
you bump into her side and continue to read out loud, "the content of the article titled »fair payment for hard labour: executive ryomen sukuna's biggest income or greatest weakness?« on the 28th of this month includes reputation-damaging conspiracy on behalf of CEO ryomen sukuna's private and professional credibility. our chief executive officer has suffered great harm to his public image in recent days through burgeoning cyber harassment and thus financial destabilization.
the usage of »[…] he's shamelessly open about his lacking empathy for his own work force.«, »[...] getting his position handed (and maintained) on a silver platter […]« and the last paragraph in your text, »what does mr ryomen intend to achieve? one can only look at the priviliged offspring with the empathy he seems to miss whenever he makes an appearance on national TV […]« are missleading accusations without official proof. throughout his career as an executive chief, ryomen sukuna has worked hard for his responsibilities no matter what grand force he is facing.
we must also remind you that mr ryomen has fairly earned his position as the heir of the late wasuke itadori. his accomplishments as a widely-accepted humanitarian representative can be reached via the links provided below. we request you take your article offline or we are duty-bound to take legal proceedings against your company »kanagawa news« and journalist (fn). we are looking forward to a quick response."
you are torn between laughing and touching grass outside. "isn't that funny?" the brunette turns to you but you shake your head in disbelief. "this must be a sick joke."
"not gonna lie, i was a click away from sharing this on my socials. should've send it to every single media channel in this damn prefecture. hah… what a circus… humanitarian? pff…"
your fingers poke at your forehead. you never had to deal with this before, not when you had already covered big names once or twice without any backlash on how angelic their respective nepo babies are. a brat disguised as a grown man… making his minions do the dirty job while he is getting payed millions for exploiting farmers and factory workers.
you can't believe it.
the difficultty of trying to swallow is suffocating. besides just giving up and doing as they preach, this is surrendering - falling down on your knees to get spared by his hierarchic superiority. is this how the rest gets treated behind the scenes? - getting their own principals deranged by some power-hungry maniacs? oh, you have truly underestimated them.
another pause befalls the small office. you see colleagues from the other department pass by the huge pane. the broken light bulb above is twitching. you huff in exhaustion. nobara should tell you what to do since any decisison today will be regretted in one way or another.
"we can't give those bastards the satisfaction," she finally breaks the silence, "let's make them shake longer and solve this pile of shit in the evening, i'm too tired for this freak show. also… we can't delete your oscar-worthy exposure just yet, can we?"
purples and oranges bleed between the mild blue patches. when you step out, the town is dipped in a desaturated shade. at least the sun isn't fully up so you can escape the heat in the confinement of your four walls.
with every step you fall deeper into a spiral: a dark abyss of humiliation and utter disgust in the face of your new reality. what wong-doing outside of wanting to serve justice have you commited? you want to scream to your heart's content but even that is prohibited to you.
damned be that disgusting man.
what makes his horrible soul deserving of power when he's shamelessly spitting at workers? just because he doesn't consider them worth his while?
your skin burns with anger whenever you revisit his responses. a nobody. you shouldn't let it get to you but experiencing it first hand leaves you with wishing him the absolute worst. your article could only express one-sixth of your honest opinion on a self-centered bitch like him. you can't wrap your head around the fact that he still stands proud as the official CEO. no consequences for him.
"ahh!"
the numbness is abruptly replaced by a mild ache in your nose.
"oh i'm sorry!" you are still busy holding your face when you catch a glimpse of your opposite. the novelty of the stranger's face feels weirdly soothing the exact moment you meet his blue orbs.
"my bad! hey, are you hurt?" his limbs spread out with a respectful distance, his concern tangible.
"it's okay!" you wave your hand, "should've looked where i go and not space out, hih," you try to lighten the situation with a chuckle. it does its wonder as he drops his long arms to his sides.
"you're from here?" you are taken back by the asudden quizzing. "uh, yes," you manage to respond back after just starting to slip by him. you are not in the mood to start a conversation with a male stranger so you stride with the same heaviness again.
"(fn) (name). i quite enjoyed reading your article. what was it again? - big executive who doesn't pay his employees?"
you throw a glance over your shoulder. should you be on high alert in his presence? who is this white-haired man and how does he know it's you? you don't have any official pictures- oh. the press conference. don't tell me he's one of his men? as expected, a pinch of fear gets in your way, yet you can't let that stop you.
"yeah, that's me. want to enlighten me to whom i owe the pleasure of speaking?" your arms stick to your body like magnets. as much as you want to appear strong, on the inside you try your best to not freak out.
white teeth manifest as he lets out a playful laugh at your irony. "huh, if you insist this early - gojo satoru," he does a slight bow which you accept with rolling eyes. what a player. "hope your majesty is in a joyful mood," he goes on. shouldn't you feel threatened like you've preached seconds ago?
"oh, don't escape me!" he launches forward and you pick up your pace. "what?!"
"but you didn't let me finish!" he puffs his cheeks out and you don't know how to reply to that. is he being serious? are you trapped in a money laundering scheme from nearby, perhaps?
"nuh uh, i don't need your money! on the contrary, give me a minute to introduce myself!" you try your best to stand your ground despite his childish antics. "you have to trust me for that though…" his index beckons you, "would you do a favour for me? - with recompensation, of course," he grins.
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#proshippers dni#WARNING !!#sukuna ryomen x female reader#ceo!sukuna x journalist!reader#tw corrupt ceo . cursing . mysoginy . power imbalance .#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jjk ff#and slow burn#b word lol#ryomen x reader#sukuna ryoumen x reader#sukuna x reader#gojo satoru#mention of alcohol consumption
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if i see one more pro tony stark fic in the venom fandom tag im going to start eating heads
#RAAASGG#can you look me in the eyes#and tell me eddie brock#an investigative journalist who (in the movies at least) made his name investigating corrupt public figures#would like or even tolerate tony stark as a person?#no#no you can’t#because he’s a fucking war profiteer who made his money off of the american war machine#and his father basically did the same thing#anti tony stark#venom
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#non compliance#knowledge is the answer#Unity#truth#governments are corrupt#politicians are corrupt#journalists are corrupt#corrupt doctors#corrupt nurses#corrupt msm#greed#ignorance#selfishness#arrogance#compliance is enslaving making sick and killing humanity#fight back#standup#speak up#speaktruth#fight for justice#these people are evil#crimes against humanity#please share#wwg1wga
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This level of deliberate ignorance is the current state of journalism.
Not only did Chapman, a lesbian - not "queer" - woman, give Combs approval to cover the song, but as the sole writer and composer, she reaps royalties for his recording, not to mention the uptick in the already considerable exposure of her original recording and back catalogue as a whole from the interest.
“I never expected to find myself on the country charts, but I’m honored to be there,” Chapman tells Billboard in an exclusive statement. “I’m happy for Luke and his success and grateful that new fans have found and embraced ‘Fast Car.’” [..] Combs’ version has generated at least $500,000 in global publishing royalties, Billboard estimates, with the bulk going to Chapman who owns both the writers’ and publisher’s share of the song. Additionally, the success of Combs’ version has boosted Chapman’s original, with weekly consumption of Chapman’s version increasing 44% since Combs’ version was released, according to Luminate.
[ Source: Billboard ]
[ Source: Spotify ]
It couldn't be that Chapman isn't a Country singer, and that an established Country singer is going to do better in the Country charts with a Country cover. No, we have to invent tired identity politics clickbait bullshit involving a racially motivated conspiracy to concoct stories out of thin air.
Consider how much of a shot "I Will Always Love You" had in the R&B charts until Whitney Houston covered Dolly Parton's song. Surely we must conclude that Parton's lack of traction in the R&B genre until Houston's cover came along could only be due to racism against her, right?
Is this level of disempowering and demoralizing language calculated and deliberate, or inadvertent and incompetent? 🤔
#Tracy Chapman#Fast Car#Luke Combs#Emily Yahr#identity politics#ideological corruption#journalist class#woke racism#gay not queer#lesbian not queer#legacy media#imaginary problems#community notes#community notes for the win#community noted#race baiters#religion is a mental illness
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#United Nations report findings#iof terrorism#iof war crimes#the us is complicit in genocide and war crimes for generations#crimes against humanity#israel lies while palestine dies#apartheid#save palestine#israel is an apartheid state#ethnic cleansing#free palestine 🇵🇸#genocide#weaponized starvation#targeting of hospitals and civilian infrastructure#violations of international law#aid convoys targeted#bombing safe zones#israel must fall#the corruption and institutionalized zionism and Islamophobia is too deeply ingrained#propaganda kills#israel is an illegal occupier#israel is a terrorist state#how many more international bodies need to confirm genocide and war crimes before anythint is done to stop it?#israel is committing genocide#this was NEVER about Hamas#zionism is nazism for the 21st century#israel is a war criminal#targeting of journalists and healthcare workers#impossible to rebuild#netanyahu is a war criminal
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I love the idea of a journalist Obi-Wan, but it seems like it would really change Playmaker. There wouldn't be the same level of betrayal *and* 180 degree job switch. Like, journalist Obi-Wan could absolutely still write articles (about Anakin's enemies or penguins or any topic Not Anakin) after they get together. Detective Obi-Wan cannot keep his day job.
there would definitely be some addendums or adjustments 🤔 I think it may make anakin a little less interested because he’s not corrupting a detective ….. but I think he’d also still be interested in corrupting the son of the police chief even if he isn’t a detective
I think it’d make for an interesting dynamic between qui-gon and obi-wan before the betrayal because qui-gon could’ve super disappointed in obi-wan’s career choices in a way that pressured him into accepting the undercover job with minimal training or hope that it’ll work — it could make obi-wan showing up at the policeman’s ball thing soooo much more tense because he was never allowed or invited by his father to go but anakin takes him
but it would make mace not really his mentor which would be a sad loss for me personally cause I like that dynamic…. I think it could still end with obi-wan losing his job if his father requested that the paper fire him (anakin volunteers to pressure the paper into keeping him on as an employee which would be a cool power struggle between the mob and the police played out over obi-wan’s job 🤔🤔
#asks#obikin#playmaker au#I think the only thing I couldn’t think of an equivalent for would be that anakin would be much more interested in corrupting a detective#and less interested in just a journalist#but I guess that could be when the natural obikin magnetic pull kicks in
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#politics#us politics#democrats are corrupt#democrats will destroy america#wake up democrats!!#media influence#black journalists#kamala is incompetent#kamala harris is an idiot#president trump#truth justice and the american way#american constitution#american economy#true patriot#i'm more maga than ever!#maga 2024#maga#Instagram
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fic writers love the idea of trent crimm being a good journalist meanwhile trent crimm asks questions like "is this a fucking joke?" and "are you openly accusing the nigerian government of corruption?"
#yes I know this is fiction and he is there to drive the point home#but it simply is not scandalous to accuse a government of corruption lmao that is what governments do#ted lasso#trent crimm#he is a fun character but he is in the story to do things other than be a good journalist. he is a pretty bad journalist lol
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this was inventive at the time but i bet it still happens
#if the even the corrupt commission you yourself hired cannot bring themselves to lie about tge atrocities#just rely on the laziness of journalists and send fake summaries
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"When I founded WikiLeaks, it was driven by a simple dream: to educate people about how the world works so that, through understanding, we might bring about something better. Having a map of where we are lets us understand where we might go"
— Julian Assange
#quote of the day#Julian Assange#wikileaks#new world order#conspiracy#truth#true#corruption#lie#government#cia#us government#conspiracy theories#information#news#journalist#money#greed#capitalism#monopoly#corporate#business#taxes#political#war#globalist agenda#social engineering#ceo#quotes#คำคม
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And don't forget what's happening in Lebanon DON'T FORGET !!!!
By @abdul.eyad on Instagram.
Link to post.
#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#free palestine 🇵🇸#journalist#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#journalism#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#end genocide#free sudan#free syria#free congo#free iran#free lebanon#Free Turkey#no one is free until we are all free#no justice no peace#current event#end the genocide#end the apartheid#end the occupation#end occupation#end violence#end colonialism#end corruption#current events#currently around the world#world news#the silent genocide
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the prime minister of portugal might get arrested hello
#'might' since he's still under investigation for corruption#right after his 'best friend/right-hand man in government' has just been arrested for corruption this morning#if so he becomes the second pm to go to jail lmao nothing new#and guess what someone posted a fake twitter post of him saying he's as innocent as the previously mentioned pm and journalists thought it#was real and read it live on tv - then the another was like 'uh that's fake'#wild things happening around these parts rn!#m.text
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#news media#social media#mainstream media#journalists#dirty politics#corruption#criminals#crimes#liars#fake news#deep state’s puppets#bad actors and clowns#the MSM are the enemy#crimes against humanity#these people are evil#speaktruth#fight for justice#standup#speak up#truth#please share#wwg1wga
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