Here’s the reason the pipeline burst: the PIG didn’t squeal. The PIG, the Pipeline Inspection Gauge, is sent through the Keystone to check for evidence of any leak, failure, or corrosion that will cause it to burst. But the PIG didn’t squeal a warning. Why not?
Because, as disclosed in my investigation for Britain’s investigative TV series Dispatches in 2010, the PIG has been silenced, its software jacked and hacked by a company that provides PIGS. The software is deliberately …more
Texas is drowning in oil. So why a dangerous pipeline to bring oil from Canada to Texas? The answer: Koch.
Koch Industries owns an oil refinery in Corpus Christi, Texas, which cannot use Texas oil because it’s too “light”—that is, doesn’t have enough sulphur in it, it’s too thin (and too clean). The Koch refinery needs “heavy” oil, like the nasty gunk from Canada’s tar sands — the stuff carried by the Keystone Pipeline. So, the Koch’s have been captive customers of …more
Joe Stalin said, it’s not who votes that counts, but who counts the votes. Having been involved in political campaigns and politics at all levels of government for the past forty years, I can attest to another maxim that is equally as important on election day, in any election, and that is that the side that does the best job of getting out the vote (GOTV) usually wins. …more
The massive success of our film, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy — which was first released two months BEFORE the 2016 election and predicted Trump would win (and how!) — has led to demands from NAACP, ACLU, Transformative Justice Coalition for an update. This post-election edition is subtitled: The Case of the Stolen Election.
Over TWO MILLION have seen the original version of our film — and it’s had one hell of an impact: The NAACP and League of Women Voters have sued the State of Indiana to stop Kris Kobach and “Crosscheck” voter purges based on our film’s findings. After viewing our film, Indivisible and the ACLU have drafted legislation to kill off the Jim Crow Crosscheck operation in Illinois. …more
Image: Our 79-year-old Secretary with Mrs. Ross (#3). Dig the Stubb-Wootton slippers he’s sporting — with the Commerce Departments logo embossed on top! ($600, no logo.)
I’ve met Trump’s billionaire Commerce Secretary Wilbur Ross, the one who forgot to sell his tanker partnership with the Russians before being sworn into office — a venture with Putin’s son-in-law, no less — as revealed by the Paradise Papers! It was just before Wilbur’s 2005 purchase of Sago Coal Mine of West Virginia through his International Coal Group. …more
Do I have to set my hat on fire to get America’s attention?
I released a movie last year, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy, that told exactly how Trump and his billionaire buddies were going to steal the election.
DID ANYONE LISTEN? YOU did — but the Dummycrats and the pin-head media already bought their party dress for Hillary’s inauguration.
So I’m trying again:
Today, this moment, I’m releasing the new Trump-Stole-It update of our hit film. DOWNLOAD IT HERE NOW
I was going to sub-title it: “This time, pay attention!” But instead, the new subtitle is: The Case of the Stolen Election.
It will be released commercially next year. But you can get it right now — here, and only here, for a tax-deductible donation to the Palast Investigative Fund.
Warning: If you get “Best Democracy” on Amazon or iTunes, you’re getting the OLD version.
The NEW edition tells you exactly how Trump pulled off the heist. Follow me as I hunt for 75,355 missing ballots in the snows of Michigan. And as I find the voters from Ohio to Arizona who were shafted out of their vote. Voters of color — Hispanic, Asian-American, Black — and all “Blue.”
[Los Angeles] When we were at Francis Polytechnic High in Sun Valley, Steve Paddock and I were required to take electrical shop class. At Poly and our junior high, we were required to take metal shop so we could work the drill presses at the GM plant. We took drafting. Drafting like in “blueprint drawing.”
Paddock. Palast. We sat next to each other at those drafting tables with our triangular rulers and #2 pencils so we could get jobs at Lockheed as draftsmen drawing blueprints of fighter jets. Or do tool-and-dye cutting to make refrigerator handles at GM where they assembled Frigidaire refrigerators and Chevys.
But we weren’t going to fly the fighter jets. Somewhere at Phillips Andover Academy, a dumbbell with an oil well for a daddy was going to go to Yale and then fly our fighter jets over Texas. We weren’t going to go to Yale. We were going to go to Vietnam. Then, when we came back, if we still had two hands, we went to GM or Lockheed.
(It’s no coincidence that much of the student population at our school was Hispanic.)
But if you went to “Bevvie” – Beverly Hills High – or Hollywood High, you didn’t take metal shop. You took Advanced Placement French. You took Advanced Placement Calculus. We didn’t have Advanced Placement French. We didn’t have French anything. We weren’t Placed, and we didn’t Advance.
Steve was a math wizard. He should have gone to UCLA, to Stanford. But our classes didn’t qualify him for anything other than LA Valley College and Cal State Northridge. Any dumbbell could get in. And it was nearly free. That’s where Steve was expected to go, and he went with his big math-whiz brain. And then Steve went to Lockheed, like we were supposed to. Until Lockheed shut down plants in 1988. Steve left, took the buy-out.
And after NAFTA, GM closed too.
Land of Opportunity? Well, tell me: who gets those opportunities?
Some of you can and some of you can’t imagine a life where you just weren’t give a fair chance. Where the smarter you are, the more painful it gets, because you have your face pressed against the window, watching THEM. THEY got the connections to Stanford. THEY get the gold mine. WE get the shaft.
This is where Paddock and Palast were bred: Sun Valley, the anus of Los Angeles. Literally. It’s where the sewerage plant is. It’s in a trench below the Hollywood Hills, where the smog settles into a kind of puke yellow soup. Here’s where LA dumps its urine and the losers they only remember when they need cheap labor and cheap soldiers when the gusanos don’t supply enough from Mexico.
I’ll take you to Sun Valley. It’s in my film, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. In the movie, a kind of dream scene, the actress Shailene Woodley takes me back to my family’s old busted home in the weeds and then down San Fernando Road, near Steve’s place. Take a look, America. Along the tracks that once led in to the GM plant, you see a bunch of campers that the union men bought for vacations. Now they live in them.
No, Steve’s brain was too big to end up on the tracks. He lived in empty apartments in crappy buildings he bought, then in a barren tract house outside Reno. I laugh when they say he was “rich.” He wanted to be THEM, to have their stuff. He got close.
It’s reported that Steve was a “professional gambler.” That’s another laugh. He was addicted to numbing his big brain by sitting 14 hours a day in the dark in front of video poker machines. He was a loser. Have you ever met a gambler who said they were a Professional Loser?
It’s fair to ask me: Why didn’t I end up in a hotel room with a bump-stock AR-15 and 5,000 rounds of high velocity bullets?
Because I have a job, a career, an OBSESSION: to hunt down THEM, the daddy-pampered pricks who did this to us, the grinning billionaire jackals that make a profit off the slow decomposition of the lives I grew up with.
But I’m telling you, that I know it’s a very fine line, and lots of crazy luck, that divided my path from Paddock’s.
Dear Reader: The publication that pulled this story at the last moment was plain scared — that they’d be accused of approving murder.
Paddock slaughtered good people, coldly, with intense cruelty, destroying lives and hundreds of families forever. If you think I’m making up some excuse for him, then I give up.
But also this: The editor of the Beverly Hills-based publication, a Stanford grad, could not understand that, just like veterans of the Vietnam war who suffer from PTSD even today, so too, losers of the class war can be driven mad by a PTSD that lingers, that gnaws away, their whole lives.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it …fester like a sore? Does it stink like rotten meat? Sag…like a heavy load?
Or does it explode?
Steve, you created more horrors than your cornered life could ever justify.
But, I just have to tell you, Steve: I get it.
Poem by Langston Hughes
Before turning to journalism as an investigative reporter for The Guardian and BBC Television, Greg Palast was an investigator of fraud and racketeering for governments and labor unions worldwide. His investigations have appeared in Rolling Stone, Harper’s and New Statesman. Known as the reporter who exposed how Katherine Harris and Jeb Bush purged thousands of Black voters from Florida rolls to steal the 2000 election for George Bush. Palast has written four New York Times bestsellers, including Armed Madhouse, Billionaires & Ballot Bandits, and The Best Democracy Money Can Buy, now out as major motion non-fiction movie: The Best Democracy Money Can Buy: The Case of the Stolen Election (the brand new, updated, post-election edition).
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