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A STORY OF SANCTIONS
In the cold expanses of Ukraine, battle lines were drawn, and allegiances tested. Russia’s Special Military Operation triggered the U.S. to respond with sanctions – not merely economic sanctions but a weaponization of the dollar itself. This currency, once a symbol of stability and power, became an instrument of control, and the US used it to justify the theft of $650 billion dollars from Russia.
Janet Yellen, a woman whose tenure as the Secretary of the U.S. Treasury can only be described as complete idiocy, struggled to articulate what had become an increasingly indefensible position. The once formidable U.S. dollar, weaponized through relentless sanctions, had been used like a blunt instrument against friend and foe alike. But in a move reeking of miscalculation by the Biden administration, it was now causing a backlash of massive proportions. And yet, she knew the gamble. Yellen acknowledged that the use of financial sanctions “could undermine the hegemony of the dollar” in the future, but promised that Washington was using this “important tool” judiciously and with the backing of its allies.
Her voice wavered as she acknowledged the reality that was becoming all too clear to those who had guided this policy. The sanctions, once viewed as a strategic masterstroke, were now revealed as a clumsy blunder. The weight of the decision, and the magnitude of its folly, hung heavily in the air.
The decision to wield the dollar in this manner against a nation as powerful as Russia, a country with such vast and important resources provided to the world, was akin to cutting off the nose to spite the face. Her reason? She decided that no other currency was ready to replace the dollar. Instead, the claimed there would only be a "small risk" of inflation, and that it would be "manageable."
It had been a gambit, a play to assert dominance, but the calculations had been grievously wrong. Instead of bowing to American will, nations were recoiling, seeking alternatives, and challenging the very foundation of the dollar’s supremacy.
In her eyes, a glimmer of realization betrayed the gravity of their mistake. Hyperinflation, once a theoretical risk, was now a looming storm on the horizon, a self-inflicted wound threatening to ravage the American economy.
The assembled faces in the room stared back at her, a mix of disbelief and dread settling over those who understood the risks. And though I wasn’t there, I, a novice in economic theory, understood the risks. How could she not?
The enormity of their error was settling in, and the once-unthinkable question was now at the forefront of their minds: Had their hubris, their blind reliance on the power of the dollar, led them to a precipice from which there was no return? The silence in the room spoke volumes, a damning indictment of a strategy gone terribly awry. Still, the Biden administration stuck by this decision, trying to shine its best light upon it, in a manner akin to putting lipstick on a pig.
The U.S. and its allies targeted not just Russia as a nation but individuals, holding them hostage to its policies. Athletes, artists, and entire sectors became pawns, The United States even led the charge for countries to steal personal assets and property from rich Russians individuals who were singled out. An economic warfare was waged.
But something was different this time. The world did not follow suit. From the far reaches of the globe, nation after nation chose non-cooperation. They’d seen the dollar’s power and were no longer willing to be subjugated by it. In an unprecedented twist, the U.S. found itself isolated, a solitary crusader in a world drifting away.
China’s whispers of change were now a clarion call. The world was waking up, realizing that the dollar’s reign could no longer be maintained. When the Ukraine war broke out, the game changed, and the U.S.’s miscalculation was about to come home to roost.
The shockwave spread as nations refused to condemn Russia. The dollar’s dominion was challenged, and a realization dawned: the weaponization of the dollar had created a vulnerability.
The first hints of rebellion were subtle. BRICS nations and the Global South began to realize that their reliance on the U.S. dollar had become a leash, controlled by powers that did not have their best interests at heart.
In Africa, the influence of the Wagner Group, Russia’s private military company, spread across two dozen countries. Their activities ranged from fighting insurgents to supporting governments. This created bonds and alliances, adding to a rising discontent with U.S. foreign policy.
In South America, Asia, and beyond, the signs were clear. Countries that once bowed to the U.S. were now questioning its authority, recognizing that the weaponization of the dollar was not just about policy; it was about control.
Gold, that eternal symbol of stability, became a refuge. Central banks, wary of the U.S. dollar’s decline, began hoarding gold at an unprecedented rate. This was not mere economic prudence; it was a declaration of intent, a clear sign that trust in the U.S. was waning.
The world’s central banks were de-dollarizing at record rates, preparing for a future where the U.S. did not hold sway. They were seeing the writing on the wall, understanding that the global system was breaking down.
As the rebellion spread, the U.S. economy began to feel the impact. Seventy percent of its GDP reliant on consumption, a high standard of living maintained by the exorbitant privilege of the reserve currency – all of it was now threatened.
Inflation, once a distant concern, began to rise, eroding the average American’s purchasing power. Interest rates climbed, making the $31 trillion debt pile a crushing burden. The economy, so long buoyed by the dollar’s dominance, was faltering.
Washington was in turmoil. Politicians, once confident in their global supremacy, were now scrambling. There was denial, anger, bargaining – but the tide had turned.
The political elite’s efforts to maintain control were desperate and transparent. They clung to old alliances, tried to forge new ones, but the world was moving on. The weaponization of the dollar, once a tool of influence, had become a symbol of oppression.
Yellen had a ‘come to Jesus’ moment, in which she admitted she was wrong. During a speech, She decried, "As I mentioned, there have been unanticipated and large shocks to the economy that have boosted energy and food prices, and supply bottlenecks that have affected our economy badly, that I didn’t at the time didn’t fully understand. But we recognize that now the federal reserve is taking the steps that it needs to take." But the damage had been done.
From China’s strategic moves to Saudi Arabia’s new partnerships, the world was realigning. The oil markets, once dominated by the dollar, were starting to shift. New agreements were forged, currencies other than the dollar were used, and a new order began to take shape.
The 40 percent of the world’s oil reserves under U.S. sanctions became a rallying point, a symbol of a policy that had overreached. And with a full third of the world’s GDP under similar constraints, the rebellion was no longer a fringe movement; it was a global uprising.
This was the turning point, the moment when the U.S. lost control. It was the moment when the world realized that the dollar’s weaponization was not an act of strength but one of weakness.
The rebellion was not just about economics; it was about sovereignty, dignity, and the right to forge one’s destiny. The U.S., in its quest for control, had lost the very thing it sought to maintain. The empire’s decline had begun, and a new era was dawning. The world had awakened, and there was no going back.
China, Russia and the other BRICS+ nations were on the rise, dictating terms, and forging alliances…
And this is where we are in the story. Here’s the rest of the story to come:
Hyperinflation gripped the nation, and the once-mighty dollar was in freefall. A collapse that was once unthinkable was now inevitable. A new order was emerging, a multipolar world that left the U.S. behind.
In the intricate dance of global politics, the U.S. had stumbled, tripped by its own feet. The weaponization of the dollar was not just an economic strategy; it was a betrayal of trust. Nations and individuals had been held hostage, forced to dance to a tune that was not their own. The world had awakened, and a new era had begun, one where the dollar’s dominion was a relic of a bygone age, a cautionary tale for future generations. The lesson was clear, and the world had learned it well: power is fleeting, and empires, no matter how grand, can be brought down by their own hubris.
The End. Or is it?
THE TRUE TOLL OF SANCTIONS
It was before the first sparks of war ignited, as the United States stood on the precipice, brandishing sanctions like a saber. When I took to the podium in the Moscow Civic Chamber in April 2022, echoing this very story as a prediction, the weight of my words resonated in the hall, a forewarning, a harbinger of what was to come. Of course, the grim conclusion was but a fragment of my own speculation, a darkly imagined future. Yet time has borne out the accuracy of my predictions to this date.
I think any discerning observer, free from the shackles of bias, can perceive the tragic unfolding of events that led to this unthinkable demise. It’s my opinion that the collapse of the United States will echo through the annals of history, a story to be recounted in scholarly dissertations. It will be a cautionary tale, a narrative etched in the very fabric of human understanding; a once-mighty nation, brought to its knees, not by an external foe but by its own arrogance. By the very instrument it had employed with such relentless vigor, its once-coveted dollar, now the agent of its downfall.
The irony is as poignant as it is painful, a stark reminder of the perils of overreach. The tale of America’s fall will be a legacy both mourned and studied, a testament to the folly of power unchecked sanctions against Russia, postured with righteous indignation, reveal a sinister truth. It becomes clear, even to the most naïve observer, that the wounds inflicted upon Russia are but scratches compared to the damage wrought in the West.
But the questions become more pressing, more urgent. Who is the true benefactor from this disaster? Who gains from the economic havoc? Certainly not the people United States.
The answer, like a dragon lurking in the clouds, flies into view: China.
As American and European manufacturing giants falter, Chinese industry moves in, swift and relentless. In industry after industry, once thriving Western manufacturers are guilted into withdrawal from the Russian market, replaced by a burgeoning Chinese dominance that explodes in the wake of Biden's ill-conceived sanctions.
The effects ripple across the globe, a shockwave of betrayal that resonates from Washington to Moscow and Beijing. Visa and Mastercard fled, retreating like defeated soldiers, only to be replaced by the Chinese Unionpay payment system. American and European automotive manufactures, pressured to leave the Russian market, create a vacuum that causes the Chinese automotive industry to swoop in. The result? 140 million potential customers who never before considered driving a Chinese-made automobile, now discovering the new breed of Chinese cars are beautiful, luxurious and priced far below their western counterparts. From 5 % share of the Russian market to 60 %, a staggering 833 % increase from the start of sanctions, Chinese automotive markets have exploded, dominating sales. And with every ruble being dumped into the Chinese auto market, they are getting so much better. I speak from experience, I sold my Land Rover and bought a Chinese SUV.
In a world reeling from the shock of change, the Chinese are seizing control, reshaping the economic landscape. Their eyes are set on the prize, the opportunity to purchase Russian oil and gas at prices far below the market value. With access to cheaper energy, their manufacturing costs plummet, and as the American dollar spirals into chaos, Chinese profit margins soar.
This pattern repeats like a haunting refrain, a melody of deceit and replacement, where Western giants fall, and Chinese dominion rises. As the stage is set, the pieces moved, a new dynamic of financial power takes shape.
But the game goes deeper, the stakes higher. The once-mighty dollar, a symbol of American dominance, teeters on the brink, the confidence in US treasuries shaken by alternative alliances like the BRICS, and the trust of nations crumbles.
The cost of this betrayal, this wound to the very heart of America, is immeasurable. Lives are sacrificed on the altar of greed, principles are cast aside like broken toys, and the world looks on, some with eyes wide in ignorance, others with eyes narrowing in knowledge and suspicion.
Institutions that once stood as beacons of truth and justice are twisted and distorted, pawns in a game that transcends ethics and borders. The machinery of the U.S. government, once a symbol of integrity, is perverted into a weapon of corruption.
And this is where the revelation, the hidden twist in this convoluted story, comes into play. The knowledge that the very leader of the nation, sworn to protect and uphold its values, is tainted by the corruption that has become synonymous with his actions.
Evidence emerges, discovered only by those who still cling to a sense of justice, documents that pull back the veil on a secret that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who dares to comprehend it. Joe Biden, the President of the United States, and his corrupt family, accepting $10 million in bribes from the Chinese government.
Suddenly, the pattern makes a chilling sense, a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a disturbing question. Were the sanctions against Russia, the orchestration of economic downfall in the West, all a calculated move, part of a grander scheme? A scheme to cripple American and European manufacturing, to send business scurrying into the waiting arms of the Chinese, to undermine the very fabric of the Western economy?
In looking at the damage done to America, the lack of effect it’s had on Russia and the business driven to the Chinese, I can’t help but to conclude that somehow, these sanctions, these measures once thought to be acts of defiance against Russia, were never aimed at Moscow. They were merely pawns in a game, a bitter betrayal orchestrated by those within the very heart of American power.
The disbelief, the shock of my conclusion is palpable, but the pieces fit. The intricate dance of global politics, the shadowy machinations that manipulate the destiny of nations, all lead to this single, inescapable truth.
But how could it be? How could a leader, trusted with the welfare of his people, become entangled in such a web of deceit? The answers lie buried in the backroom deals by a corrupt ruling class in Washington, in the corrupt alliances that transcend borders and loyalties, all ignored and covered up by a corrupt mainstream media for as long as they possibly could.
However, as the truth begins to unfurl, like a nightmarish tapestry, the implications are far-reaching and terrifying. The very stability of the world order is at stake, the alliances and agreements that have shaped the modern era are in jeopardy. Trust is eroded, replaced by suspicion and fear, as nations eye one another warily, wondering where the next betrayal might come from.
The Chinese, long considered an emerging power, have played their hand skillfully, exploiting the weaknesses and ambitions of a leader willing to sell his country's soul for personal gain. The Russian sanctions, it seems, were merely a diversion, a smokescreen to conceal a more profound and insidious strategy.
The world watches, stunned and disbelieving, as the extent of the treachery is laid bare. Questions arise, investigations are launched, but the damage is done. The reverberations are felt across the globe, as the trust that once bound nations together crumbles to dust.
In the end, it is not just a tale of a nation's fall, but of a world thrown into turmoil, of principles abandoned, and of a desperate, dangerous game where the stakes are nothing less than the future itself. It’s the destruction of an entire nation for the paltry sum of $10 million bucks, to satisfy the greed of one man and his family.
The lesson, if there is one to be gleaned from this tragic narrative, is a somber reminder of the fragility of trust, the corruptible nature of power, and the unending vigilance required to maintain the integrity of a system that, once tainted, may never fully recover.
It's a warning, a call to action for those who still believe in the ideals that once defined a great nation. The road to redemption is long and fraught with peril, but it's a journey that must be undertaken, for the alternative is a path that leads to darkness, where the very soul of humanity may be lost forever.
SHADOWS OVER BURISMA – A DANCE OF DECEPTION AND POWER
Digging deeper into the labyrinthine intricacies of Biden's political life reveals a trail of cash leading to Ukraine–a trail marked by of corruption and money laundering. Accusations have been hurled about taxpayer dollars being funneled into the pockets of corrupt Ukrainian politicians and oligarchs. Shadowy offshore accounts have been whispered about, accounts that purportedly held funds for both Biden and his son, Hunter. As we know now, these whispers are true.
The Biden crime family and current players in his deep-state administration are corrupt to the core. The exploitation of Ukraine's resources, the siphoning off of its wealth, the plundering of its assets were all part of the plan. American companies, politicians, and power-brokers were involved in a game of theft on an industrial scale, a looting of a nation's treasure with impunity. With Biden, and his crime family, the hunger for power bled ideals dry and morality took a backseat to personal gains. A case in point – Hunter Biden's appointment to the Board of Directors at Burisma Holdings, the Ukrainian giant in the gas game.
Son of the then Veep, Joe Biden, Hunter was an anomaly – a high-roller with no qualification or reason to be on that board. His credentials? Zip. Nada. Zero in energy or Ukrainian affairs. Yet, there he was, ensconced in a cushy seat with a fat paycheck that would make a mob boss blush. The deal stank of corruption – Ignored, rotting, festering under the noses of those bastards supposed to be the vanguards of truth.
Viktor Shokin, the Ukrainian prosecutor, smelled the same stink. The guy had the balls to dig into the cesspool of Burisma, sniffing out trails of laundered American dough, taxpayer dollars handed out like candy in the form of salaries, grants and loans. His bullseye was on the big question – what was Hunter Biden's role in this whole corrupt circus?
But here's the kicker, in a twist that would give the best novelist a run for their money, Shokin was canned. Who was twisting the knife? Good ol' Joe Biden, who conveniently bragged about his role in the prosecutor's dismissal. The stench of corruption was overpowering, a father shielding his son from the fallout, safeguarding the family interests.
Here was America, self-appointed global watchdog against corruption, engaging in it and covering it up, its own high-profile citizens stuck knee-deep in the muck they were supposed to prevent. Irony, or just a sorry reality of international politics?
Beneath Ukraine's cold exterior lay a treasure trove, a bounty of natural gas that had Europe foaming at the mouth. The race was on to control this resource, to dictate the terms, to gain the upper hand in the world's oldest game – power.
Navigating this labyrinth of deceit was Marina, a high-level employee of Burisma, with a spine of steel, ready to take on the powers that be. When I made contact with her via VK social media, the first seeds of a possible explosive revelation were sown. Over time, a rapport was built, an exchange proposed – her story for safe passage out of Ukraine.
Beneath the dour February drizzle, Marina came forth from the gray abyss, straddling the treacherous line between valor and vulnerability. A pawn in this cloak-and-dagger charade of corruption, she was a vital link, a conduit ready to lay bare the underbelly of the grotesque puppet show of bribery and political corruption. Surreally, I found myself neck-deep in the gritty world of international power games, navigating the maze of the deep state. Politics, especially on the global stage, was a fucking mire of secret deals and veiled agendas.
As Marina laid out the blueprints to this whole rotten operation, I found myself sinking further into the mire. She cracked open the glossy façade of Burisma's Cyprus front, exposing it for what it really was – a smokescreen to shield a seedy money-laundering operation from prying eyes, taking advantage of the island nation's lax banking oversight. The real hub of this corrupt behemoth was tucked away in the serpentine alleys of Kiev.
I prodded her for the big fish, and Marina didn't disappoint. Names that had been nothing more than whispered rumors and cryptic references in coded dossiers sprang forth – Alexander Gorbunenko, Yury Gaudich, and Taras Burdeinyi. Hunter Biden, not a boss per se but an influencer, a puppeteer in the guise of a board member, wielding power and control like a seasoned maestro.
Marina's tale was punctuated with fleeting encounters with familiar faces – Joe Biden, the man behind the curtain; Hunter Biden, a charmer and a player who knew just what strings to pull; Devon Archer, a constant in this twisted narrative. She spoke of Mykola Zlochevsky, the elusive puppeteer who ghosted to England as Hunter Biden's role in the company firmed up.
The mention of Viktor Shokin, the dogged prosecutor hot on Burisma's tail, caused a noticeable shiver in Marina. She spun tales of frenzied board meetings, desperate phone calls to Hunter and Joe Biden, and the abrupt, almost magical end to the investigation. It costs Burisma millions in bribes to the Bidens, but Burisma was more than willing to foot the bill to keep the dirty money flowing.
Marina was a ticking time bomb, ready to blow the lid off the rampant corruption that snaked its way through Burisma. But there was a catch – she wanted safety in Russia, for her and her family. The fear was palpable in her eyes as she spoke, a silent acknowledgment of the monstrous consequences that would follow her disclosures.
At Marina’s request, I interviewed her and made a YT video about her plight, trying to get help from the public to get her to safety, raising money to do so via GoFundMe. But the deal was cut short. In an unbelievable breach by GoFundMe, a site helping to raise money to get Marina and her family out of Ukraine, the damn fools had caved to the FBI who inquired about Marina's identity. The echo of treachery reverberated through to Marina's doorstep. Operatives, likely sent by Burisma's top brass tipped off by the FBI, ripped through her home, snatching her documents and a laptop – the very evidence she was going to hand over in exchange for a safe passage. Ant that wasn’t even the worst of it.
The raid left Marina battered and scarred, a stark reminder of the fearsome forces she had dared to defy. Marina was more than just a source, a whistleblower, or an informant. She was a walking testament to the raw brutality meted out to those brave enough to spit in the face of corruption. Marina's story unfolded as an eerie tale of courage, sacrifice, and the exorbitant price of truth in a world shrouded in lies and deceit. I finally got her to Moscow, but not without dire consequences.
Marina's grim tale unveiled an undeniable web of deceit. This shadowy network had Joe Biden ensnared, manipulated with the precision of a master puppeteer. Hunter Biden, his son, was a key player in Burisma's game, used thwart investigations into corruption and to whitewash a stream of laundered state money, donated by the suckers who pay taxes in the good ‘ol USA. It wasn't conjecture; it was the disgraceful truth. This dubious affair wasn't just a scandal waiting to erupt – it was the noose that the Democrats, the Washington elite and the military-industrial complex cinched around Joe Biden's neck, a tool of coercion as subtle as it was powerful.
Knowledge, they say, is power. In this case, the Washington powerbrokers knew enough to make a man dance to their tune. With the incriminating facts about Hunter's role in Burisma in their hands, they kept Joe Biden on a short leash. The threat of exposure was the whip they wielded, each crack a stark reminder of the scandal that could topple the Biden empire.
And then there was the saga of Viktor Shokin. The Ukrainian prosecutor had Burisma under his microscope, a keen eye tracing the lines of corruption that crisscrossed the company's operations. But his investigations were abruptly halted when he was shown the door, and guess who was holding it open? Joe Biden. The Vice President's involvement in Shokin's dismissal wasn't just a red flag–it was a bloody banner waving in the wind for all to see. It was an indelible stain on his record that screamed cover-up and collusion.
The military-industrial complex saw this. They saw a man mired in a scandal, a man desperate to protect his son, a man they could bend to their will. The threat of unmasking the extent of Biden's involvement in Burisma and the Shokin dismissal was enough to steer him. And steer him they did. Their compass pointed towards Ukraine, and Joe Biden, caught in their vice-like grip, had no choice but to follow their course, a puppet dancing on the strings of the puppeteers.
Hunter Biden's role in Burisma, the Ukrainian energy company, was not an isolated incident; it was a symptom of a larger disease, a manifestation of the greed, the corruption, and the moral decay that had infested the system.
But the twisted tale of Shokin, Burisma, and the Bidens was merely the prologue, the opening act in a drama of global proportions. The threads of corruption and manipulation reached far beyond the borders of Ukraine, weaving a complex web that ensnared not just individuals but entire nations. As the layers of deceit were peeled back, a larger, more terrifying picture began to emerge. It was a scenario chilling and fraught with danger.
Russia, ever watchful and calculating, saw the storm gathering on the horizon–a storm that threatened to engulf the entire region in chaos and conflict. The stakes were being raised, and the game was shifting into a perilous new phase, events that would challenge the very fabric of international relations.
For Russia, the heart of the tempest held three interlocking events, disjointed at first glance but forming a deadly triad of Western meddling when viewed through the lens of Moscow, coalesce into a triad of Western interference that is simply too overwhelming to ignore.
First in line, the shadowy U.S. sponsorship of biological laboratories in Ukraine added a nightmarish twist to the plot. These secretive facilities, contracted by none other than the Department of Defense, were focused on crafting biological weapons aimed at Russian citizens. The revelation was chilling, a new and horrifying move in a perilous geopolitical chess game.
Next, the deceitful American interference in Ukraine's internal politics, a game played with the brutal precision of a Cold War chess match. The financing and masterminding of the Maidan coups, a removal of Ukraine's democratically elected president to replace him with a Western-leaning puppet, Poroshenko, was a maneuver worthy of the most ruthless espionage novels. The realpolitik of this age was laid bare in stark relief, as dark as the cold Siberian nights.
What was the fallout? The emergence of ultra-violent extremist factions like Bandarites and Azov Regiment – groups designated as terrorist organizations by both Russian and the United States Congress, normalizing the cancerous tendrils of Naziism while mercilessly hunting down ethnic Russian citizens in the Donbass region. And who stood behind this bloody curtain? The Ukrainian government, the covert hand of Uncle Sam’s intelligence agencies, Victoria Nuland and friend, and the unknowing complicity of the American taxpayer.
Lastly, the unyielding push of NATO into Ukraine formed the third and final act of this ominous drama. Even the most seasoned U.S. politicians, those with the knowledge and foresight to see the big picture, knew that this was an invitation to war, a call that was far too potent and far too treacherous for Russia to ignore. It was like watching a tragic play unfold on the world stage, a story whose ending was known but where everyone was rendered powerless to stop the inexorable march toward catastrophe.
In the corridors of Moscow's power, under the watchful eyes of President Vladimir Putin and others who knew the high stakes of the game, these events were not merely shadows–they were a storm gathering force, a harbinger of a conflict that could tear the very fabric of international relations. And at the center, Russia found itself ensnared, trapped in a web spun by forces beyond its control, facing the dark and relentless tide of this perfect storm. Putin and his administration had no choice but to take decisive action.
