I thought I was pessimistic about the November elections and the future of our dying nation, but Crossing the Rubicon author Michael Ruppert, who first gained attention by revealing that the CIA was smuggling cocaine to fund covert operations in Central America, is already gone. He left in secret with a suitcase, a backpack, a laptop and eight grand. Now he's in Caracas, living in an actual progressive democracy (I'm sure Chávez has plenty of faults, but he gives a shit about the electorate). On June 25, Ruppert's From the Wilderness offices were ransacked. It was the final straw. Fearing for his life, he left his house, his furniture, his clothing and his extensive library. We wish him well. And hope that we don't have to follow him.
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