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Clinton Code Cracked

Friday, November 4, 2016 7:02
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It was just minutes after the last, devastating WikiLeaks dump that sharp-eyed people going through the Podesta emails came across an absolute block-buster: There were encoded messages in the emails related to something–something bad.

 

Here, on “truth center” Godlike Productions, a reader calls out an obvious encoded message

 

Code name? “Beanie Babies” in Podesta leaks

From:pm932@law.georgetown.edu 
To: Announcements@law.georgetown.edu 
Date: 2015-07-30 14:09 
Subject: Help! 

Georgetown Law Faculty and Staff, 

My parents are visiting this weekend, and I need to sell my enormous collection of beanie babies! I’ve approximately 480 little creatures of joy, and I’m selling each one for $20.00. You must buy all 480, though. It is a collection (not an auction)… They are very respectful and amicable with one another, and they are (for the most part) cat and dog friendly. Some are sassier than others, naturally. 

Please let me know! My parents can’t find out. 

Peter Mattingly x9599

 

 

 

In case you can’t read it, it’s a grown man claiming he has to “sell his beanie babies” before “his parents arrive.” What could this be code for? Drugs? Kids? Pills? We’re not sure yet–but we’ve kept digging.

 

Twitter use Cam Adair finds some more code-word mumbo-jumbo here:

 

 

 

Are they even trying to fool anyone? There’s more–strange meetings. Odd food-choices. Cryptic references? Twitter Jared Wyand thinks he has broken the code!

 

 

 

But here’s the BIG ONE:

 

 

 

 A handkerchief (there IS a “handkerchief code”) with a MAP–that appears to be “pizza related”? This could blow the doors off everything. We went deeper into the WikiLeaks–and what we found was startling. The follow up to that email–from John Podesta reads as follows:

 

THE BOMBSHELL

 

 

 

 It reads as follows:

Don’t Let My Players See It

 

Kat,

That handkerchief is my sketch for Level 5 of Castle Eisendorf. Brock’s rogue is trapped in a water-chamber and Hillary’s sorcerer is almost out of spells and HP! They’re going to face a Glabrezu with 180 HP–I rolled!) and I doubt Mook’s Paladin is up for it but if he can get back together with Sid’s fucking munchkin’d Dragonborn Barbarian. High drama–Can’t wait!

 

I’ve got a bunch of new WhizKids figurines that I’ve custom moded. Reapers. Red Skeletons. And Pit Fiends. Gonna have the room lit with sandalwood scented candles and a couple of vintage Lava-Simplex Lava Lamps for atmosphere!

 

So I don’t need the map, I’ve got a scan of it–but make sure the others don’t get a look. I know Mook especially plays for *any* advantage he can get. Haha! I want to see them squirm!

Oh, and don’t worry about the pizza. I think we’re ordering Chinese tonight.

 

John “Killer DM” Pod

 

This densely coded message is clearly the Rosetta stone to cracking this whole thing open. After frantic study, it is clear that the entire Clinton machine is involved in a satanic sex-ring operation. For example:

  • Players: This is all just a sick game to them. Sid is Sidney Blumenthal. Mook is her campaign director. Brock is David Brock who runs Correct the Record.

  • Paladin: One of foremost warriors of Charlemagne’s court (historically). Here is he clearly an enforcer. The security force if you will. Dragonborn is a reference to the Grand Dragon level of the secret society the Ku Klux Klan.

  • Glabrezu: A demonic name. One of the “entities” they are “communing with” (sandalwood candles are used heavily in occult seances).

  • Hillary’s Sorcerer: This is the high-priestess of the Satanic cult. Probably Marina Abramovic, who appears in other emails doing “Spirit Cooking,” a form of Satanic food ritual.

  • Water Chamber: An execution chamber, a drowning pool used in sacrifices. If a “Rogue” is trapped in a “water chamber” it may mean that Hillary is ready to sacrifice David Brock.

  • WhizKids: Reference to Nate Silver’s fearsome enforcer Harry Enten.

  • Killer DM: DM is “Dungeon Master” a Sadomasochistic Dominant who tortures his subjects.

Folks, this is dark and scary. It’s much, much bigger than “pizza.”

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  • Bill and I are available to pick up/abduct and babysit your children…we are affectionate, very affectionate! What difference at this point does it make!!!?

    • Obama’s incestful and homosexual poem “Pop”: https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2012/05/01/does-this-obama-poem-sound-man-boy-gay-to-you/
      Obama’s disturbing poem on man-boy relationship
      Posted on May 1, 2012 by Dr. Eowyn | 73 Comments
      When Barack Obama was a 19-year-old student at Occidental College, he published two poems in the Spring 1982 issue of Occidental’s literary magazine, Feast. One is the cringe-worthy “Underground” about “apes that eat figs.” The other poem, “Pop,” is much more interesting, biographical, and disturbing.

      “Pop”

      Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
      In, sprinkled with ashes,
      Pop switches channels, takes another
      Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
      What to do with me, a green young man
      Who fails to consider the
      Flim and flam of the world, since
      Things have been easy for me;
      I stare hard at his face, a stare
      That deflects off his brow;
      I’m sure he’s unaware of his
      Dark, watery eyes, that
      Glance in different directions,
      And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
      Fail to pass.
      I listen, nod,
      Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
      Beige T-shirt, yelling,
      Yelling in his ears, that hang
      With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
      His joke, so I ask why
      He’s so unhappy, to which he replies…
      But I don’t care anymore, cause
      He took too damn long, and from
      Under my seat, I pull out the
      Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
      Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
      To mine, as he grows small,
      A spot in my brain, something
      That may be squeezed out, like a
      Watermelon seed between
      Two fingers.
      Pop takes another shot, neat,
      Points out the same amber
      Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and
      Makes me smell his smell, coming
      From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
      He wrote before his mother died,
      Stands, shouts, and asks
      For a hug, as I shrink, my
      Arms barely reaching around
      His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ‘cause
      I see my face, framed within
      Pop’s black-framed glasses
      And know he’s laughing too.

      The poem reads autobiographical — about a young Obama’s relationship with a much older man whom he calls Pop. In his article for WND on March 7, 2012, Dr. Jack Cashill singles out this passage from the poem:

      “Pop takes another shot, neat/ Points out the same amber/ Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and/ Makes me smell his smell, coming/ From me;”

      Cashill writes that the most innocent explanation for the “amber stain” on the shorts of Pop and young Obama or “his smell, coming/ From me” is that Pop got the teenaged Obama drunk, and they both spilled whiskey (Seagrams) on themselves. But that interpretation does not explain why the spill is specifically on their shorts and not on their shirts or how Pop’s smell is also on (“from”) Obama.

      A marriage and family therapist who blogs under the tag “Neo-Neocon” senses a darker relationship. She writes: cont…

      NOV 4, 2016, 8:50 AM

      • cont…
        The lines that begin ‘points out the same amber stain…Makes me smell his smell, coming/
From me’ may be describing outright sexual abuse. But perhaps not; we don’t know, and we’ll never know. But there is no question that the poem is describing a boundary violation on several levels: this child feels invaded—perhaps even taken over—by this man, and is fighting against that sensation.

        […] The poem describes a boundary violation that is both physical and mental. The physical is obvious: he is forced to hug the man who repels him, and as he does so he feels himself shrinking. But the violation is mental, too; earlier in the poem, Obama has described “Pop” as a person who has actually gotten into his brain, and whom he wishes to eliminate from it:

        as he grows small,

        A spot in my brain, something

        That may be squeezed out, like a 

        Watermelon seed between

        Two fingers.

        This mental and emotional usurpation of the young Obama is echoed in the last image of the poem, in which the boy sees his own tiny image framed in ‘Pop’s’ eyeglasses.
 The poem describes a struggle against an attempt at identity takeover, a rejection of being reduced to a reflection in the eyes of the stronger, older, more experienced mentor, who has tried to make Obama over in his own image:

        I see my face, framed within
        Pop’s black-framed glasses
…

        The sight is chilling to Obama, who is trying to break free. One wonders if he ever fully succeeded.”

        So who was Pop?
        There were two older men in teen Obama’s life:

        His maternal grandfather, Stanley Armour Dunham, with whom Obama had lived from age 10 to 18 in Honolulu. When Obama was ten years old, his mom, Stanley Ann Dunham, had sent him back to Hawaii to live with her parents while she remained in Indonesia.
        Frank Marshall Davis, a black long-time friend of Stanley Armour Dunham, whom Dunham had introduced to young Obama to be the latter’s African-American mentor. Davis was a member of the American Communist Party, a writer of poetry and books, including the pornographic novel, Sex Rebel: Black, using the pseudonym “Bob Greene.” Cashill states that there is no doubt Davis wrote Sex Rebel because Davis admitted as much in his memoir, Livin’ the Blues: “I could not then truthfully deny that this book, which came out in 1968 as a Greenleaf Classic, was mine.”

        During the presidential campaign season in 2008, I read Sex Rebel, which is out of print, by borrowing the book from the library of the University of California, Berkeley. I therefore can testify from having read the book that Sex Rebel is an account of the unorthodox sexual exploits of a black man “Bob Greene”. Those sexual exploits included marrying a white woman (just as Davis himself did, which was uncommon in the 1960s); “swinging” or wife-swapping with other couples; picking up prospective couples in public parks; sexual orgies; voyeurism; exhibitionism; bisexualism (Greene wrote that “under certain circumstances I am bisexual”); and the seduction by “Greene” and his white wife of a 13-year-old girl named Anne.

        It is the pedophilia that has prompted increasing speculation on the net that “Anne” was actually Stanley Ann Dunham, Obama’s mother; and that Frank Marshall Davis had sired Obama. That’s the reason why Obama conceals his birth certificate. This is the subject of a documentary movie that will come out this summer. For more information, go here.

        Joel Gilbert, the maker of the documentary “Dreams From My Real Father,” has uncovered handwritten letters by Davis to Margaret Burroughs, the well-known African-American artist, in which Davis refers to his book Sex Rebel: Black as his “thoroughly erotic autobiography.” Davis had a sexual affair with Burroughs which, Davis explains, was included in the novel autobiography. [Read more, here.]

        In the introduction to Sex Rebel, an alleged Ph.D. named Dale Gordon goes further. He describes the pseudonymous author, Bob Greene, as having “strong homosexual tendencies in his personality.”

        There are those, like Rebecca Mead of The New Yorker, who say “Pop” is a “loving if slightly jaded portrait of Obama’s maternal grandfather.”

        But both Jack Cashill and Neo-Neocon point out that Obama, in his memoir Dreams From My Father, called Stanley Armour Dunham not “Pop” but “Gramps.”

        There are other reasons pointing to Frank Marshall Davis as “Pop”:
        1. “Pop” wrote poetry: Dunham was a life-long furniture salesman whose literary efforts, if any, were confined to making up dirty limericks. In contrast, Davis had written several books of poetry — Black Man’s Verse (1935), I Am the American Negro (1937), Through Sepia Eyes (1938), 47th Street (1948), Awakening and Other Poems (1978).

        2. A line in Obama’s poem “he switches channels, recites an old poem/ He wrote before his mother died” also points to Davis as “Pop”. Dunham’s mother died when he was 8 years old, whereas Davis’ mother died when he was 20 and already established as a poet of promise.

        3. In his memoir Dreams From My Father, Obama’s description of a seedy and dissipated older man named Frank is strikingly similar to “Pop” in his poem:

        “…by the time I [Obama was around nine years old] met Frank he must have been pushing eighty, with a big dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually, the conversation would turn to laments about women.

        “They’ll drive you to drink, boy,” Frank would tell me soberly. “And if you let ‘em, they’ll drive you into your grave.”

        I was intrigued by the old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes. The visits to his house always left me feeling vaguely uncomfortable, though, as if I were witnessing some complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men, a transaction I couldn’t fully understand….”

        4. Davis fits the “seedy old man” description more than Dunham: Born in 1905, Davis was 56 years older than Obama and would be 66 years old when Obama was ten. Born in 1918, Dunham was 43 years older than Obama and would be a youngish 53 years old when Obama was ten.

        Here are some photos I found of Stanley Armour Dunham and Frank Marshall Davis. Decide for yourself which man better fits the physical description of Pop in Obama’s poem: “dark watery eyes”; “ears that hang with heavy lobes”; “thick, oily neck”; “broad back”; “black-framed glasses”.

        Stanley Armour Dunham with child Obama (l); Dunham with 19-year-old Obama (r)

        Frank Marshall Davis as a young man (l); as an old man (r)

        Whether Pop was Davis or Dunham, this much is certain: His relationship with young Obama, as the latter described it in the poem “Pop,” was creepy and disturbingly suggestive of pederasty.

        See also Mia Marie Pope’s account of a teenage Obama hustling homosexual white men for cocaine money, “Woman says she knew Obama in high school as a homosexual druggie foreign student”.

        ~Eowyn

      • An Oldie but Goodie!
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        The first time you posted this quite some time ago you disappeared for a month or more?
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        An Oldie ‘but’ Goodie ~ Ideal ‘on’ Boot Guide
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        Ideal ‘on’ Boot Guide ~ Idea Lon ‘Bot’ O Guide

        • Code ‘n’ Found ~ Confounded……….(10) – anagramgenius.com

  • This Right-Wing Spoof Internet Site Is So Obvious Dimwits Couldn’t Fall for It!!!!!! http://fusionlacedillusions.com/index.php/2016/10/29/right-wing-spoof-internet-site-obvious-dimwits-couldnt-fall-bet/

  • Google this;
    Hillary, Bill Clinton Pedophile Connections Are Dwarfed By Obamas (Video) Obamas Incestful And Homosexual Poem “Pop”

  • FAKE! Fake! Fake!!!!!!! two polling companies have released statements denying the presence of memos published on RealTrueNews – which is regularly reported as legitimate news on pro-Trump message boards.

    Tens of thousands of people watch YouTube videos based on preposterous tales Chacon made up – and which he attempts to make so obviously phony that they couldn’t be taken seriously.

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