The Return of America's Deadly Sins, The Podcast!

Well America, America's Deadly sins, the podcast, is risen again from the ashes...but this time, goes WORLDWIDE on www.SyndicatedNews.net.  If you're not into typing, well, you can always shorten that to be www.SNN.bz.

We begin today...now the WORLD will hear my story, coast to coast and around the globe.  Get your heads outta the sand folks, the Mighty Sword is COMIN' ATCHA.

Tune in today, as we begin the roller coaster ride anew.

Braving the Banjo, Part IV - The Mighty Sword Under Fire

WARNING:  Not for women, children and those with weak constitutions, fragile ears, or Christian-type beleifs.  May contain a bad word or two.  Besides not reading them, whatcha gonna do???

Good Morning America!

Well, our little case has now taken a very ugly and nasty turn.  Now the FBI is involved in an active investigation into my doings here, in my email account, and on Facebook...and they would like to know how I know about it.

Fuck 'em, I say.

How do I know?  Let's put it out there...and if they're reading it, so be it.

First, I have Sidekick, which tells me each and every time they open my emails in Polk County...and other places as well.  Looking through the stream of opened email, the majority of foreign places opened?  Omaha NE, the nearest city for the FBI.

2nd, Google, in their infinite wisdom, lets me know whenever my account is opened from a bizarre location.  Where is it being opened from?  Omaha, NE.  Thank you Google.

3rd, the people in my case are getting downright desperate now.  They know they're about to lose.  And you already know how much they hate to lose.  God forbid they should lose against someone like ME, right?  Moreover, God forbid they should lose one child that they get paid for stealing...right?

So this morning, I changed the password to my Google account.  I cleared my entire web history.  I am about to delete every conversation I've ever had with every single person on Facebook.  I also deleted every single email.  Take that fuckers.  Now build your case.  How about this...READ MY BLOG...there's a thought.  Maybe then you'd see that they've gotten desperate before.

Ask the idiots that have called me in about the time they tried to get me arrested for harassment back last year in September...and failed, because I had every interaction with them recorded.  Ask them about the first degree harassment charge that they involved the Secret Service in, because they couldn't find me, then dropped the charges before I appeared in court for it, after they smeared my good name for over a month in my old home county, because they didn't have a shred of proof.  Now they're about to lose, and they know it, so they're back to their old tricks again.

Again, I say Fuck 'em.

Let 'em have their fun.  Soon, they will pay.  The world will end, and all of America will, first, be ensconced in Martial Law...and all of us will be equals, as we run from our Government, gone amok with power.  Soon, we'll die.  And soon, the Good Lord above, if he does truly exist, will throw them into the lake of fire for all eternity.  And I'll be laughing from my cloud.  That you can be sure of.  :D

The Appeal of Termination, Part II - This is War!!

JUSTICE UPDATE:  Now, just to show you how ridiculous fighting this thing is getting; I present this sheet of paper from the Department of Human Services Director.  Now, keep in mind kids...there was an assessment.  We appealed the assessment.  Then they appealed the appeal to the assessment because they didn't like the decision.  Then it was appealed up to the director of the Department of Human Services...who by all rights should have been the last place it could go...and he upheld the decision of the appellate judge who handled our appeal.  You would think that would be the last say so...but guess what?  IT ISN'T.

No, here at the end of the letter...a paragraph I just saw, and didn't read the first time arround (because I honestly didn't think I'd have to), it says that if either side doesn't care for the DIRECTOR'S DECISION....IT CAN BE APPEALED...AGAIN!!!!!  OK, so what you're saying here, is that we can appeal the assessment, and either side can appeal the appeal, and when it's gone the highest it can go...it can be appealed AGAIN??  So now what're we talking about?  The appeal to the appeal of the assessment appeal.

Worse yet, guess where it appeals to now?  THE DISTRICT COURT!!!!  Right where all of this mess started in the first place.  And then, because our rights are terminated, what are they gonna say?  That it's all moot and no longer matters because our rights are terminated...AND THEN WHERE CAN THAT DECISION BE APPEALED TO???  The Supreme Court...where I am getting no justice in our termination appeal, as we speak.  Are you starting to get the picture America?  Where exactly does all of this end?  When does justice occur exactly?  It does NOT!!!  EVER!

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A warning to the people, The good and the evil, This is war.

To the soldier, the civilian, The martyr, the victim, This is war.

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie,

The moment to live and the moment to die,

The moment to fight, the moment to fight

To fight, to fight, to fight!

To the right, To the left, We will fight to the death!

To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world

From the last to the first

To the right, To the left, We will fight to the death!

To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world

It's a brave new world!

A warning to the prophet, The liar, the honest, This is war.

To the leader, the pariah, The victor, the messiah, This is war.

I do believe in the light

Raise your hands into the sky

The fight is done, the war is won

Lift your hands toward the sun

Toward the sun, Toward the sun

Toward the sun, The war is won

- 30 Seconds To Mars

Well kids, the war is back on.  The Director of DHS (The Department of Human Services) here in Iowa, has come down with the final decision...ALL CHARGES ARE DROPPED, THE JUDGE'S DECISION IN OUR APPEAL OF THE ASSESSMENT HAS BEEN UPHELD, ALL BULLSHIT IS NOW DONE WITH...

And so, for the record, the Supreme Court will ONCE AGAIN get yet another Reconsider of the Stay of Termination motion.  Following hot on the heels of that will be the Writ of Habeas Corpus, demanding the return of our daughter to our care.  After that, if silence prevails, we will be going to retrieve our daughter ourselves.  Lawfully, and legally, of course.

To Katherine S. Miller-Todd Jingleheimer Schmidt, Asst. AG - It's on bitch, for real this time.  And since your favorite thing is to claim I no longer have standing in our termination appeal, you can best believe it won't be me filing it.  It will be the mother.  So get over it.

To the citizens of the world - the MMR Vaccine is causing autism.  Our congress burned the papers that prove that.  It's now been mandated in Australia, and will, of course, be in our country as well.  Why?  It's called depopulation, and is meant to trash our brains.  Do NOT allow this to take place in the U.S. people!!  Or in any other country in the world.

Another thing, I believe it's about time that we work together to destroy Bill Gates' Empire, as well as his Operating system.  Let's boycott Windows (especially Windows 10...if you must have it, make sure you customize the installation, so that Microsoft can't completely spy on everything you do and say.  Turn off all notification to Microsoft).  Bill Gates is a standing member of the Bildeberger group, and a tool of the NWO.  His empire has been the leading contributor to vaccinations that are destroying our children's brains, and killing them as well.

https://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2015/07/31/open-letter-to-australian-pm-tony-abbott-the-mmr-vaccine/

Let's also get busy on perfecting the alternative social networks out there, and let's get that security up.  You all know that SOCIAL MEDIA is the CIA's ultimate spy tool...so why are we still there???  Boycott the blue and white social media cite of the CIA!!

The war is on, as is the Psy-Ops war.  Let's do this.

The Vision Quest, Part IV - The Journey Home (B)

Welp...I made it.

More thanks are needed here.  No question.

Thanks go out to my new Native American friend Chase Ironeyes.  Chase is a big activist for the Sioux Tribe, and he got me to see Arvile, the Medicine Man's place in Green Grass, and took me back to my new Elder Mother's house again after the big Sioux Meeting there was over.

First, a HUGE thank you to the guy who got me out of Beresford, S.D., and saved me from having to take even MORE moolah away from my already teeny bank draw...Mike B.  You're the shit dood.  This guy and his dog Roo took me outta S.D...and all the way home.  You're welcome to the house anyday friend.

Then, of course, there was the wonderful law enforcement team in and around Beresford.  They tried to get me a hotel room for the night, but thanks to the 75th Anniversary of Sturgis (that was due to get 1.2 million visitors this year), and a local concert, there was "no room at the inn" for this traveler.  Instead, they dumped me at Truck Towne in Beresford, where the wonderful night manager immediately directed me to the travel lounge, where they had mucho comfy sofas to sleep on...ahhhhhh.  I passed out with little urging.  The new owners of just three weeks welcomed me in the morning, and pointed me onto my way.

Prior to that, there was the matter of Sioux Falls, which, if you remember, was a bane to me the first time around.  I had to walk several miles from there this time around, and almost got stuck in a real bad storm before the local sheriff found me.

Fargo was another nightmare.  I spent nearly 36 hours there, before Scott and Bonnie rescued me and took me all the way 40 miles from Sioux Falls.  You guys were mahvelous.  Again, thank YEW, thank YEW!!

Finally, goin' alllllll the way back to Bizmark, ND, I forgot a very important thank you, and a plug for a 3 month old temp agency named Labor Match, run by two very special ladies, the owner being Mary Wolf.  Thank you for getting me the work to get me on my way.  :D

In conclusion, it wasn't a bust.  I did find myself, just not really in the way I had originally planned...well, and that wasn't all bad either, at least I got to witness and participate in the Buffalo Ceremony, and saw the pipe bundle.  More than that, I got to interact with the whole Sioux Nation. So much more than that, I made some really good friends on my trip, including many Sioux.  How many idiot white konchillas can say that??

So....I'm home now, and it would seem that it's more important than ever to warn y'all that the end is quite near.  I leave you now with a link to more news that's important for you to know.  I give you all, Global Currency Reset...the most sneaky and underhanded method with which our government intends to pull the plug on us:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dr_3yF7AYAA&authuser=0

*Update*....'Twould seem that I didn't know that the Global Currency Reset...has already occured, in April.  Twon't be long now, and monopoly money will be worth more.  Prepare, my brothers and sisters.  Martial law is just around the corner.

The Vision Quest, Part IV - The Journey Home (A)

Well forks, it didn't end as well as I thought it might...

After nearly a week in the reservation, and several trips to a sacred place called Green Grass, I'm afraid the vision quest will have to be on hold for now...

Three things got in the way.

1.  One, there was a meeting of all the Sioux Nation...right in the middle of me wanting to do it.

2.  The Elder Mother, who wanted to do this for me, had been told that she couldn't...as a woman.  Only a man could send a man on a quest...I suppose that makes a sordid amount of sense, huh?

3.  My dire need to get back to reality.

After three trips back and forth (by thumb) on a road that had about 1 car per hour traveling down it, and 99% of those either didn't have the ability to stop....or thought it was suspicious as Hell for a white man to be on reservation land hitchhiking...which I thought was kinda funny....I mean, what am I gonna do?  And I remember that two of the people who picked me up asked if I was carrying any weapons...which again, I thought was rather funny.  I mean, just look at me!  Who would think I was dangerous...for really???

So....movin' on....

I left the "Res", as I called it...and made my way back to Bismarck.  I worked one day...one very LOOOONG day of 14 hours...of nothing but moving furniture.  My legs were like jelly, but I pressed on.  I had to make enough to get my 'puter back outta pawn.  I had pawned it before I went to the reservation...I had to survive, and I had to get gifts for my new friends...and tobacco for the medicine man...although he never took it.  It's OK though, I had to try, RIGHT?

So the people that had me and two others move their whole house just so they could move to?  Nevada.  Can't say I didn't try and stop them.  But they bought me lunch (I musta really looked tired...mainly cause I WAS!!); made sure I had plenty of fluids in me, and tipped me 30 bucks on top of the $11 an hour I made for the job...more than enough to get my baby out, and still have a few bucks for the road.

I left Bismarck, and made it almost immediately to Fargo, after walking nearly 5 miles to get back to the interstate with ALL of my bags...and I got my first ride in a semi, from a guy named "Joe", in what...35 years??  Wow...

And then I got stuck.  I'm still in Fargo.  And yet, the trip continues.  In the meantime, the McDonalds employees here took real good care of me, and let me continue charging all of my electronic goodies...:D.  Thanks for the pies, the GIANT CONE, and the free Mountain Dew Brenna.  What a sweetheart.  IN THE MEANTIME:  The bastards in the Supreme Court ONCE AGAIN denied my stay of termination reconsideration, because the bastard idiots of DHS appealed my appeal to the assessment.  Assholes.  It's ok, though, for I will be RESUBMITTING IT AGAIN, once it comes from Palmer (IA's, DHS director).

TO BE CONTINUED!!

The Vision Quest, Part III

http://www.slideshare.net/bright9977/30-inspirational-quotes-of-freedom-the-people-forget

Well, after nearly a week on the road, and in preparation for this little ordeal, it's finally time.  By the end of this day, I will be naked, alone, and in communicae with Mr. Tankan, first name Wankan, and Earth Mother, with no real view of the world to speak of, for 96 hours.  Sounds like a real blast.  Gotta do whatcha gotta do though, right?

Before I go, there's a slew of people I need to give credit to.  I may not remember some of your names...but I told you to look, and given your roles in my time on the road, I'm certain that you'll know who you were.

Keep in mind, that at first glance, ND, did nothing for me.  Weather-wise, I'm sure that opinion holds.  Remember also, that it was actually the city of Minot that caused me to hate it here, without giving the rest of the state any credit.  North and South Dakota have both gone up around ten points each in the last week.  Let's hope the final days here continue the rise.

So, the credits promised.  First, I'd like to thank M.D. Grant, Wild Wolf, Ronnie Davis and Eliza "Songbird", for being such awesome Native Americans as to inspire me to finally take this on, as well as offer me the verbal support to do so.

My first real ride in the Dakotas, out of Sioux Falls, was the most unbelievable coincidence, and probably spurred me to go on more than any other event in the trip, as being on the correct path.  This ride was none other than one of the original TRUE Anons.  He has gone by many names, he said, but his most well known name was Goldeneye.  He gave me his blessing, and we had quite the conversation.

After dumping me off in Fargo, I met a cute li'l girl who ran the desk at a Petro station.  We talked about everything from true love to what I was about to do.  After getting back out on the highway, it was well after dark before I would get another ride, to Jamestown.  This would be my home for the next 15 hours.

I went back to the stop I was dropped off at several times in the following twelve hours for various reasons, and after an empathic talk with the night clerk at the truck stop (who fully agreed with my thoughts of the takeover of the U.S.), I passed out in the trucker's lounge for a couple hours.

Around 3 p.m., and after watching several tens of vehicles zoom past me, I laid back on my bag, and cranked up the tunes in my ears.  I awoke to a local police officer attempting to get my attention...we'll call him Corporal S.  He was super nice, around my age, and was, in my opinion, a blueprint for how every law enforcement officer should be.  After assessing that my only remaining immediate intent was to get to Bismarck, he got on the phone to the Salvation Army there, and got me a free ride on the Jefferson lines immediately, with a free bag of snack food to alleviate my hunger.  Many thanks to this sympathetic officer in Jamestown....long may he wave.

As I got to Bismarck, I ran over to a convenience store to grab something to eat and drink.  Michael and A. (damn I'm terrible with names), the two clerks working at..Speed-something...DAMN do I suck with names, were extremely helpful.  They gave me a small portable pizza, and listened to everything I had to say like sponges.

I'd like to thank the overly helpful blond gal at the CAT bus station...you deserve a big raise/promotion, kiddo.  I'd also like to thank the disbelieving and skeptical girls of the local pawn shop, who, even though they didn't believe I would come back to get my laptop, will be pleasantly surprised when I do, a week from today.

As I made my way over to Hwy. 1806, I chatted with a hell of a bus driver who listened with honest interest.  Nice guy.  3 bad girls, who I smoked with, were pleasant conversation along the rest of my way.

Five miles down from Bismarck, I was picked up by a gorgeous 31 year old, who took me all the way into Indian territory, and drove me around like a lost sheep for nearly an hour.  I left my flip phone and my headphones in your Chevy Trailblazer, btw.  I want those back!!  You can friend me on 

FACEBOOK with this link:

http://facebook.com/christopher.bruce.792

Do so and leave me a message ASAP!!!  PLEASE!

Finally, my thanks to Cody Whitebear, who took me the rest of the way into Little Eagle.  May we see each other again, my helpful friend and brother!!  Hopefully under better circumstances, and after our battle is done.

Well America?  Namaste.  See you in four very long days.  :D

The Vision Quest. Part II

Well, this is it folks.

I am going to the Standing Rock reservation, just south of Bismark, North Dakota.  I am now gone.  There is no computer, there is no Facebook.  Only me, Native America, nature, and my guiding spirit.  Let's hope the creators watch over me.  I'll be seeing all of you very soon...I hope.  One love, my brothers and sisters.

This is Christopher Bruce, running naked into the wild.  :D

The Vision Quest - Part I

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/vision-quest-joyce-jackson.html

Well...America, I was all fired up about going to fight Jade Helm...when I realized, I was going into the lions mouth without a single arrow, nor brandishing a single knife or sword...and without my wits about me.  Suicide, in other words...NOT something I'm particularly fond of...in myself, of course, as well as when it's done by others.

What's more, it occured to me...what's the biggest threat to humanity right now?  Because it's not Jade Helm.  It's not ISIS.  It's not domestic terrorism.  And, in my opine, it's not dum dum Obama the Puppet either.

It's the f***ing planet  Nibiru.  Due to soon be the end of ALL of our issues, bad OR good, as well as the end of humanity...also bad or good.  So it's not any of the above, nor is it any of the 2,140,435 other false flag rabbit trails we chase down daily.  It's not abortion, it's not CPS, it's not the NWO, it's not any of it...at least, it's not...until the Earth makes it though that little Nibiru crisis.  THEN we can being moving down the list from there..

I guess what I'm saying is, until I know the planet Earth is gonna pull through following that life-threatening surgery by Dr. Nibiru in 17 months or less, then all the medicines we're taking, or how much they cost...don't really matter do they?  I mean, what good is getting me to take medicine, if you know I"m gonna die ANYWAY???  You see what I'm getting at?  It's a lose lose situation.  If we concentrate together as a single unit...and beat the pants off of the NWO, Jade Helm, etc...we lose, because Nibiru takes us down later.  If they beat us, they have the same issue.  So how stupid is it to fix the more immediate issues, if we're gonna lose the game almost immediately following that?  All that time and effort for DIDDLEY.  Makes ya feel all ooshey and crappy, don't it?

And then it hit me.  This is something I've wanted to do since last year...but I wasn't ready then.  I am now.  So it's time....the Vision Quest.

So, without a contact (since no one seems willing to actually help me find one), I'm going to do the stupidest thing I could possibly do.  Walk onto a reservation, unarmed (in more than one fashion)...and punt.  At the risk of getting my ass whooped, mebbe...but what option do I have?  Desparate times, desparate measures, yada, yada, yada.  These are desparate times, are they not?  Hence...a desparate measure; albeit, quite possibly, a rather stupid one.  I'm hoping they'll find me guilty for being courageous, not stupid.

So today, my brothers and sisters, of all shapes and sizes, of all colors and creeds, and of all beliefs, I'll just say this.  I am in South Dakota; moreover, I am not too terribly far from any of the reservations here.  But just like a jail, where you pick on the biggest and baddest prisoner and get your ass beat to deserve the required respect of the other prisoners, I may just have to pick the biggest and baddest reservation and present my case in the same fasion; sans an invite.  I have to know my role in life.  What's more, the world needs saving, and I may be the one who will have to tell the rest of the world what the UN slightly neglected to inform us of...then just do that, and not embellish it to an unrealistic degree in order to make big business money.

I have told all of you that I am the messenger.  I believe this quest will restate it.  But there's something more, or at least I hope there is...I believe I may just be the link between what we should have known since 1992, but because of the evil and greed of the UN and the NWO, we do not...and that not only will it be my mission to tell you the truth, and give you an answer that you can use to save yourself from "The Purifier"...but it just might be that I might be able to save the best of the rest of us who make it as well...I really hope so.

More than that, I hope I'm wrong.  GOD I hope I'm being paranoid...but it all makes sense, y'all...the whole thing is finally piecing itself together in my li'l noggin...CPS, who I call the New World Order Police...and of course, they are...but just go by different names, depending on where you are in the world...Obama...The New World Order...Washington D.C....the D.O.J.  Anyone notice that all of the cases that we're in...have stalled?  Ther'es a reason for this, and paranoia just doesn't rule it out anymore.

The DOJ has stalled, and a lot of cases have stalled...because CPS has done their job.  They have stolen all the children they can via order of the N.W.O; for ridiculous and non-existant reasons...and destroyed, not only our will to live in some cases, but our will to fight; as well as taken the only strength from us that a lot of us have left...our foundation...the family.  Oh, we gave them a good fight...but now that fight is about to end, thanks to Obama, who with Jade Helm, the looming Economic downfall, and the NWO, has his hands now firmly around the necks of America, and has no intention of letting any of the pressure off either.  On my trip to Washington, it didn't take me long to figure out that hey don't wanna hear from us at all, nor do they wish to make appointments so they CAN talk with us...that would mean having to face our wrath and tell the truth, as well as give out real justice...CAN'T HAVE THAT!!!  Oh HAIL no.

And the people in charge of our cases have now been told to stall, and wait.  "Don't worry, it'll be over soon...just stall 'em."

I give it a week.  Mark my words.  In just one week, the western states of what is no longer the land of the free and the home of the brave, will be lost, and our dollar...worthless.

Bet on it.  See you next week.  I imagine...and pray, that I will have the REAL solution.  To those of Anonymous...I love your strength, your spirits, and your ideas.  I think that you will fight with everything you have.  But for every type of fight you intend to fight, I can give you 5 reasons why none of your plans will work.    The biggest of those reasons is that we are MEANT to lose this world war against the citizens of Earth and Humanity.  We are done.  Every religion predicts this time as being the end of our existance...and I'm sorry, but I believe them all.  Our puny efforts cannot and will not thwart our predicted end, the plans of the NWO, or the planet's coming.  And when it does, it will be over...and, if we don't do what we're supposed to do in preparation for it, we will be over as well.

I will be MIA for the next week, MINIMUM...I'm sorry,  but this might be what it's going to take for our salvation.  One less rambler in your futile fight against tyranny won't make a difference...but what I'm doing now, may just.  Let us pray.

Anonymous The Movie 2015 (Produced by AnonGhost)

The Dating Game - The Final Scene