‘CONSPIRACY’ Is A Word Used By The Government Or People Guilty Of Committing A Crime But Feel Threatened

Biological weapons Aids and Ebola

Tony Blair and George Bush: Two biggest liars in the political history of Britain and America

Is It True That Criminals Are Often Awarded?

The world is full of hypocrites, criminals, rapists, racists and their dirty works and schemes are the result of what we are witnessing today: Sick and ailing society, yet nobody wants to be responsible for the menace of our society.

Among the seven continents in the world, none has suffered aggression, slavery, brutality, the brutality of colonization, mental and physical torture, and the deadly tools of Apartheid, than the African continent, yet if crimes against the continent are exposed people, writers, governments, and some journalists who feel threatened, quickly counter attack with countless and useless articles claiming they are conspiracies.

Africa is used as a dumping ground for all unwanted stuff, including bio-weapons materials from Europe and America. Africans are used as Guinea pigs in testing medicines manufactured in Europe and America.

Africans are used for experiments by European and American scientists and pharmaceutical medical staffs to find the right medicine to treat diseases.

Most of the African leaders remain silent because corruption has blinded them to think of what goes into their pockets but not the safety and health of the poor struggling Africans.

There are thousands of classified documents and books revealing those medical crimes, above all some doctors and medical writers, including Susanne Posel and Yoichi Shimatsu have written articles confirming that Aids and Ebola were the works of America to fulfill their  global depopulation programs.

For the world to be one, investigate, and to find out the truth to bring those responsible to justice, they quickly confuse and mislead the public to believe that Aids, Ebola and Zika aren’t bio-weapons but mere conspiracies.

I am repeating it: Aids and Ebola medical crimes aren’t mere conspiracy theories but bio-weapons engineered from the lab of the US government situated in the three countries (Liberia, Guinea and Sierra Leone.

This is the reason the Sierra Leone Government closed one of America’s Laboratories in country.Those calling these man-made diseases conspiracies feel threatened because they can’t pay for the consequences that will follow if the truth finally comes out.

Once in Antwerp, under the administration of mayors Leona Detigé and Patrick Janssens, Africans were dieing in large numbers at the Stuivenberg Hospital. The death rate of Afrocans were so high that no African wants to step into that hospital.

Believing they deliberately kill them for body organs, I went to the hospital to investigate. Even though they denied, the death rate of Africans has fallen considerably, yet they called my investigations conspiracy against the Province of Antwerp.

Without any statue of Hitler for killing 6 million Jews, in Brussels stands a statue of King Leopold, a man who masterminded the killing of over ten million Africans, including women and children in Congo. That is what is called a real conspiracy .

Without any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, George Bush of America and Tony Blair of Britain lied, deceived the world and invaded Iraq. They completely destroyed the country, yet found nothing significant. That is what is called conspiracy.

There is no escape route for evil doers. The blow destined for them is ready, even if they run away they will still live to fight another day. So those calling Aids, Ebola and Zika virus biological weapons conspiracy theories are not going to help them.

We are sick and tired of people and organizations, such as WHO, CDC, FBI and the CIA, causing more destruction to our society by calling Aids, Ebola and Zika virus medical crime conspiracies. No American leader is Jesus, they are all liars.

George Bush lied, Bill Clinton lied after sleeping with Monica Lewinski and later confessed. The same way those medical crimes shall come to light no matter how long it takes.

THE RAP

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The roiling action of Ernest Brawley’s novel The Rap takes place in and around a penitentiary much like San Quentin. The time is the early 70s, when George Jackson, Angela Davis and others were agitating for prison reform, and the authorities were doing everything they could do to thwart them. A young, sympathetic guard, Arvin Weed, attends night classes at a local college in pursuit of a dream to break away from his worst nightmare: working at the prison forever, like his father.

But his reputation as a Vietnam vet rifle marksman draws him unwittingly into a conspiracy to murder revolutionary, black militant leader, William Galliot, who’s just been sent to prison. Arvin’s evil cousin, Wasco Weed, also a recent arrival to the prison, fancies himself a criminal genius, and has, in fact, been directly tapped by conservative political eminences to assassinate Galliot, the revolutionary.

Wasco shrewdly manipulates everyone in his orbit, including his voluptuous wife, Moke, an almost supernatural creature given to midnight swims in the ocean and driven by a ferocious craving for money and power; Fast-Walking Miniver, a young guard and the warden’s scapegrace son; Big Arv, Arvin’s loutish father; Lobo Miniver, the urbane and opportunistic warden; and even Wasco’s own mother, Evie, the bawdy proprietress of a whorehouse. Moving from the tragic to the comic, the obscene to the exalted, the real to the surreal, The Rap is the ultimate American saga.

The Author

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Ernest Brawley is a native Californian. His father was a prison guard, and he was raised on the grounds of several penitentiaries. He worked his way through college as a forklift driver at a tomato packing shed, a switchman on the Southern Pacific Railroad, and as a guard at San Quentin Prison, where he saw duty in the Gun Towers, the Big Yard and Death Row.

He attended the University of California at Santa Barbara and San Francisco State University, where he was granted several writing scholarships and a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. Since then, he has spent his life writing novels and film scripts, teaching, and traveling the world. He has published three novels, THE RAP, SELENA, and THE ALAMO TREE. THE RAP and SELENA will be republished soon by Little Machines Press/Roots Digital. His latest novel, BLOOD MOON, will soon be published by Roots Digital as well.

Brawley has taught at the University of Hawaii, Hunter College, New York University and the Pantheon-Sorbonne. He has lived and worked in Argentina, Spain, France, Italy, England, India, Thailand and Japan. And once in his youth he hitchhiked all the way around the world. He is a recipient of the Joseph Henry Jackson Award in Literature and served for several years on the Fiction Award Committee of the National Endowment for the Arts in Washington.

 Kirkus Review of his novel THE RAP:

The definitive prison blockbuster — raw and brawling — perhaps necessarily overlong as it piles details and encounters and endlessly intertwined relationships into a powerful and engrossing first novel by a writer in the James Jones tradition. “”The rap”” refers as much to the guards as the inmates they supposedly protect both from society and each other — for they are as much locked into prison life as the convicts. Specifically this applies to Little Arv, son of a prison sergeant, and his pal and brother-in-law, Fast-Walking Miniver, son of the warden, who both exist in the shadow of Little Arv’s satanic cousin Wasco Weed, Arv’s feared (yet perversely admired) childhood bully companion.

Wasco has been promised he’ll be let off a murder rap if he only offs William Galliot, a black militant leader in the clink on trumped-up charges. Waste uses his wife, an other-worldly (but definitely not ethereal) Hawaiian water freak named Moke to sucker in Arv — who, knowing this, goes along anyway, loving her with crazy passion — as she sets him up for official blackmail by getting him to smuggle in letters to Galliot. But even the best-laid plans of cons and criminal bureaucrats go wrong.

As Moke falls for Arv, the blacks use their escape plan in the nick of time, and Arv — the presumed hatchet man — has the choice of shooting his cousin or Galliot. As a former guard, the writer presents an enormous amount of authentic fascinating info on stuff like prisoner hierarchy (as complex and corrupt as the one outside) and pimping; his characters are both improbable and believable, and the writing is as tough and gritty as it should be — and then

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