Bitchy Chelsea Handler drops dead as a comedian; Sarah Huckabee Sanders White House Show has not been canceled like what happened to the left winger Chelsea Handler on Netflix series Chelsea.

Bitchy Chelsea Handler drops dead as a comedian; Sarah Huckabee Sanders White House Show has not been canceled like what happened to the left winger Chelsea Handler on Netflix series Chelsea.

Australian Rejects - Why would Australia dump rejects on America - why would if ever be requested? Former radical negro President Barack Obama signed the Australian-U.S. refugee deal during his last months in office because it was a very bad deal — promising to take the rejects - 1,250 Middle Eastern refugees off Australia’s hands.

Australian Rejects - Why would Australia dump rejects on America - why would if ever be requested? Former radical negro President Barack Obama signed the Australian-U.S. refugee deal during his last months in office because it was a very bad deal — promising to take the rejects -  1,250 Middle Eastern refugees off Australia’s hands.

The refugees are being held in detention centers (prisons)on Manus Island and Nauru Island isolated and, despite Trump’s original statement calling the deal “a dumb deal,” the first group of roughly 50 of the mostly male thugs and rejects, Middle Eastern refugees have already begun being resettled in the U.S., now how did Trump let this happen, piss off the Australians and tell them hell no.

Middle Eastern refugees who will need major mental health treatment are being resettled across five states in the United States, under an Obama-era immigration deal that President Trump has failed to shutter.

The Tiny Pushes in CHARLOTTESVILLE VIRGINA; President Donald Trump knows little of the art of speech making, but his means of persuasion has no ends. President Trump is correct, the two sides fighting should be pointed out and the extreme left and extreme right are surely dangerous to the country.

The Tiny Pushes in CHARLOTTESVILLE VIRGINA; President Donald Trump knows little of the art of speech making, but his means of persuasion has no ends.

President Trump is correct, the two sides fighting should be pointed out and the extreme left and extreme right are surely dangerous to the country.

The Confederate Statue was just the meeting point, the battle field and the place where the left and right extremes want to start their revolution.

The alt-left and alt-right wants a paradigm shift, and both sides want to destroy the framework of the greatest nation on earth.

The main stream media, the New York Times and CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, NBC and others cover the crisis but miss the entire large scale transition from a country based in law and order as police departments may watch the destruction, the violence and the murdering of fellow citizens.

The alt-left and the alt-right offer the alternative violent socialist welfare solutions with mob rule, not a rational inference from actual data.

Historically the alt-left and the alt-right will fail, but only when matched by violence, arguably matching fire with fire, meaning the police plays a crucial role, not just to watch, but engage the extremes, protecting the middle, the honest citizens.

The semantic reporting continues from the New York Times and CNN and MSNBC giving the non-thinking people, something to hold on to.

The radical political upheaval, that transformation that President Barack Obama started was again seen in Charlottesville Va, The Tyranny of Barack Obama has been removed by the voters, the resistance from the left grows harsher so expect a restoration of law and order through violence of another civil war, giving the New York Times and CNN something to talk about.

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Radically, President Trump, is telling you the truth.

Another Bad Day for the Democratic Party - Terry McAuliffe - Barack Obama - Hillary Clinton and those White Bastards - White Supremacists stage legal protest in Charlottesville Virginia - New York Times goes Nuts CNN Running Wild Black Flowers

He put on his black handkerchief over his face and backed away from the trunk of his car with a baseball bat in his hand, his eyes boring down the street, where he would cut loose on those white bastards waving the flags.

Those white bastards, the Nazi flags waving, waging around the Confederate battle flag, it would stop today.

Dramatically he took his first step away from his car and joined the others that decided to take actions, they didn't need a permit in Charlottesville Virginia, they were too many of them to stop so they formed their mob one block away.

He understood that he would spend time in county jail but that Confederate Statue would come down today even if it took cold blooded murder.

How many of the bastards were spectators, there was no way to know and how many would fight, he would soon find out.

Above his black handkerchief he was sweating but he held his baseball bat and looked at his victims. The plan was to cut loose and charge the white bastards, those Nazi bastards that wanted the Confederate statue to stay in place, the white supremacists only thought they were ready.

They were yelling "Nig...ger" that was enough.

Law and order would be hopeless today, those smooth roads would add the surprise and there would be a carload of victims.

They were masked and ready.

The false lure of the Confederate Statue brought the people together, both sides, locked and loaded.

To the Alt Left and Alt Right, it was just a place, like a dark ally in Chicago, a place to fight, a place to bleed.

Officials were hiding in their offices, watching on T.V., the police were leaning against their cars, no riot gear, meaning the police under-estimated the current events. Across the street there were people selling t-shirts and even Confederate rebel battle flags.

The masked men with baseball bats and clubs broke into groups that had been decided the night before. The men most feared took up their leadership positions, stripped of any morals years ago they were ready to fight, for any reason.

The halo of bravery about and above the Nazi bastards was like some fictional old movie. Confederate Rebel battle flags, Nazi flags and lots of yelling, some screaming.

The alternate left and their baseball bats and clubs according to their planning moved forward and history would repeat itself.

The police were not ready for reality, the political leaders worried but not too much, but the White bastards were ready because the epidemic of crime and violence was found on the Alt-Left and the Alt-Right.

They would have their civil war today and both sides steadied their nerves with alcohol and drugs. A few of the cops were enjoying a quiet smoke as the first two men with bats extended their own invitation to the street party.

Like some weird social game, the boys with the bats, yelled first and then started swinging their bats. The Nazi bastards solicited more fighting by fighting back. The invitation to fight was accepted by both sides, the cops flatfooted like gamblers waiting for the dealer to cut the cards.

The first victim now bleeding.

Strangers moving back.

A brand new sound, very loud, it was a police siren.

You could now hear the fire bell.

The Confederate Rebel flag was now burning.

The game was on and like a fighters bell would start a professional ring heavy weight fight, the crowd went wild.

Just like a poker game, the stakes were raised, over and over.

The Alt Left would pull back, wanting a new deal.

The Alt Right would charge and raise the stakes again.

Police detectives were on their radios and the cops started to slide around without direction just like being shuffled around in a deck of violence.

The game was on and also all the cameras.

Strangers departing in good faith, leaving.

Victims now on the ground, bleeding, being pulled away to safety by friends confessing that they were hurt.

There would be no insurance today, everybody was on their own, fist fights and bat swings but no arresting by the police.

The police had no experience for this, the chief with stars on his uniform won them by catching pickpockets and apparel thieves down at the Wal-Mart. He could feel himself losing the battle under his necktie as his tee-shirt was wet with sweat.

The county authorities were there, they looked like trespassers as they stayed away from the violence, getting worse by the minute. Public safety would be a topic of the local and regional newspapers tomorrow but today it would be murder.

At first they thought it was a careless driver. You could hear the railroad whistle sounding, like everything was normal, it took a while to notice the car driver was a lot more than careless.

The police, more like a group of cheap watchmen, stayed clear of the direct violence but at some point they gathered their mental data and also noticed the car hitting another car at high speed.

A motorist accident of all things, that's all they needed.

The mob was in full violence now, but virtually within seconds the hand to hand combat started to end, the careless driver was a killer, he was murdering people, a average citizen had already been murdered so the guilt is now certain, this was not a protest any longer.

The people with a ordinary education started to rush away, the murdering driver was running over people, everybody watched, even the Alt-Left mobsters and the Alt-Right gangs paused in horror, it was very real now.

The mob characteristics started to show, they started to save themselves, only innocent people stayed and tried to help the injured.

The Alt-Right White Supremacist gang, the one with the legal permit to protest and march, stopped in their tracks.

The Alt-Left radicals, their mob spirit leaving them started to walk backwards, away from the mass violence, away from the people lying on the pavement, away from the lady dead on the street.

Some noticed the churches in the area, even the city park not far away and wondered how the raging savages of the Left and Right were allowed to battle on the streets.

Intelligence alone could not answer their questions, not today.

Like some prisoner, the statue in the center, the mobs charged back and forth, hiding their faces, hurling their bats and fists and pouring all their strength into every blow.

You could smell the gasoline.

A match was tossed and the flags were burning and the people were bleeding and some were now dying on the streets.

The police held back, it had to be some order from the chief, they remained in safekeeping, that was political.

Victims howling with pain and the little fires of flags on the pavement the cops moved in to help the injured.

The people had sought some kind of protection, they didn't get it and the politicians started explaining like some high pressure fire hydrant of bull shit.

The lady was dead.

President Trump made his first statement.

The main stream media - the old boys of the New York Times were banging on their computers.

Hundreds if not thousands of people paraded through the streets, the cops were pretending they were in control now, the embers not cooling, tempers hot, and still not content, the Main Stream Media blamed everything on those white Nazi bastards and the other side, the Alt Left, were victims of slavery, like children, they needed help.

CNN and the New York Times soaked the entire story in kerosene and lit the match. All of a sudden it was President Trumps fault. What the president said was not enough.

Editorially The New York Times, CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC refused to include the lawlessness of the Alt- Left, the Liberal Socialist Wing of the Radical Left Democratic Party.

The exhibition of lawlessness of the left would not be considered, at least not in the fake news media, but the people watched the reporting, they didn't need all the biased words.

Evidence showed two distinct primitive and fiendish groups fighting, both left and right.

What is the explanation?

It has nothing to do with a statue.

The creatures, the alt-left and alt-right are barbarous demons that defies explanation in a land of law and order.

It was a violent and deadly spectacle in a little town.

You don't have to believe in devils to understand that because of the lack of law and order, any small statue can result in your town burning down to the ground.

Primitive men want violence on both sides, that's what President Trump told the world during his appearance in front of Trump Tower. It took both sides, the extreme left and the extreme right, no matter what the biased and corrupt media may report.

The media has a fiendish power over the people, so take a minute and research your own truth.

President Trump has confessed, he can never please the main stream media like CNN and The New York Times or the Washington Post, they will always attack him, but remember they also attack you, your entire family is at risk, beating out the brains of another protester, or murdering an innocent women with a car is the same as lynching or other depraved crimes.

The Alt-Left and the Alt-Right have no feeling of guilt or true remorse and the excesses of a mob cannot be truly explained.

The United States has a heritage, and that does include slavery and all those statues, buildings and street names but the savages on the left and right demands destruction, not understanding.

It's unbelievable that the New York Times, The Washington Post or CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC, and countless others are not even curious about the entire truth to tell the story.

There was no moral crusade, maybe by a tiny few, it was mob violence from the far left and far right.

Before your dragged around some more by the fake news, consider seeking the truth, about yesterday and today.

This was a significant incident and a warning to honest citizens.

If you don't protect the history, it will be repeated.

I hear no battering down of jail doors.

If you listen closely, you can sense the silent prayers.

H. R. McMaster National Security Adviser - Double Life Exposed - SOROS funded - The ponderous rambling of the GOP holds a Secret - Very Strange, the free-thinking President Donald Trump has been fooled. White House National Security Adviser H.R. McMaster served at a UK-based think tank financed by a controversial, George Soros-funded group identified by the Obama White House as central in helping to sell the Iran nuclear deal to the public and news media.

Very Strange, the free-thinking President Donald Trump has been fooled.   White House National Security Adviser H.R. McMaster served at a UK-based think tank financed by a controversial, George Soros-funded group identified by the Obama White House as central in helping to sell the Iran nuclear deal to the public and news media.

Ploughshares is in turn financed by Soros’s Open Society Institute, the Buffett Foundation, the Carnegie Corporation of New York, the Ford Foundation, the Rockefeller Brothers Fund and the Rockefeller Foundation.

Another Ploughshares donor is the Tides Foundation, which is one of the largest funders of the radical left. Tides is funded by Soros.

Ploughshares has donated to the Institute for Policy Studies, which calls for massive slashes in the U.S. defense budget.

It has also financed the International Crisis Group, a small organization that boasts George Soros and his son, Alexander, on its board and where Malley now works as vice president for public policy.

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Media Matters for America, the George Soros-funded progressive activist organization, is praising Trump’s National Security Adviser, H.R. McMaster, for terminating some members of President Donald Trump’s National Security Council, criticizing conservative media for questioning his loyalty to the president, and his decision to allow former NSA Susan Rice continued access to classified information

"James Comey, did you know him very long?" Donald Trump quickly responded to the reporter "I guess not too long?" President Donald Trump continued to think out loud "Too long I guess, maybe not long enough?"

"James Comey, did you know him very long?"  the New York Journal and Times reporter stirred her drink and stared waiting for the President of the United States to answer her question.

"I guess not too long?"  President Donald Trump continued to think out loud "Too long I guess, maybe not long enough?" as he watched her belt back the rest of her drink and slam then empty glass on the wooded bar table.

President Trump always enjoyed being interviewed by Sally of the New York Journal and Times newspaper and this time she had the inside scoop not the White House.

Sally lit another cigarette and Donald Trump waved off the secondary smoke and adjusted his red necktie, mostly out of habit.  Sally was a fifty something old beat reporter that had made the big time over all the odds, in combination with great sources and blistering writing skills and talents, but that  blond hair and a slim firm body was always used to change the mental state of people she interviewed.

President Trump always noticed that one strand of blonde hair out of place, he guessed it was part of her sexy look, at least it was to him.

Sally wasn't the type of newspaper reporter that just followed the crowd so she carefully and effectively interviewed the President as the fired F.B.I. Director James Comey was on television talking about his personal notes.

"Some say Mr. President, that you deep fried him."  Sally gave Donald Trump that Southern charm look that Donald Trump could never resist.  She dipped another cold French fry in ketchup and said "Mmm- want some?

Donald Trump leaned back and took a quick breath "Sally, after your flour them up with compliments, after you heat up the Crisco, they tend to jump into the hot oil all by themselves."  James Comey made a fundamental choice to grandstand in front of the nation and Donald Trump and Sally knew why, they thought.

"His little monologue about all the crooked things Hillary Clinton did, and then letting her off the hook was his ending."  Donald Trump took a sip of water and adjusted his tie again, "James Comey is sinister and weird Sally and a very confrontational creature" as he asked that the T.V. channel to be changed to FOX News.

"James gets his jollies by showing people he has power."  "He will chime in when everybody tells him to shut up."  "Now he's chirping about his own personal notes and painstakingly declares everything true and authentic."

Sally grinned, "So is the bastard telling the truth Mr. President?" a grin from Sally is like getting a whisper do you want to go "fuck me" in my room after dinner.

Donald Trump was now watching FOX News and listening to some clunky question from the Democratic side as Sally dipped another French fry.

You could tell that James Comey was packed full of emotion as his physical gestures were almost childlike.  James Comey set up straight, his hair perfect and his body language and gestures were all in line, another performance.

"He's telling his truth Sally."  the President also noted silently that "swagger" that James Comey had about him, the fake pause in his comments, repeating his hot spots using different words but making the President wonder who hired this boring son-of-a-bitch in the first place.

"I sometimes use the wrong words Sally, fuck, you know that!"  Donald Trump took a dip of Sally's ketchup with one of her French fries.

"Real people talk like me and you Sally."  

"They share their fears and dreams and at times even French fries and ketchup."  

the President and Sally could hear the disgraced and terminated F.B.I. Director James Comey talking on the television using some kind of bull shit jargon to avoid answering the question up for bat.

President Trump turned around and asked one of his agents to turn it back to CNN to enjoy the radical special report by the Wolfe.

CNN makes everything sound authentic, even when they leave out all the facts.

Sally and the President liked Wolfe but his meanderings would drive you nuts and his political digressions were well known so he always dropped the right words, named the right names and painted the picture that Comey had the goods on Trump, even though with all the fragments of words combined didn't add up to anything.

"Mr. President, you know my X-husband and you might remember that he was a tough shit, he's now a retired homicide detective from New York City?"   Sally grinned again and only Christ could not admire her beautiful smile.  

"James Comey should retire like Pete did and go fishing for whores, but he truly wants to be the lone ranger, some childhood fantasy or a turn on for his wife?"

"My Pete played cops and robbers for twenty years all over the city, and the goddamn city is full of mobsters, illegal aliens with guns, and contented whores but James Comey turned the F.B.I. into the Laurel and Hardy show... and now he wants the world to read his diary.. we're lucky you fired him.."

Sally was talking and listening but inside she was wondering about her x-husband Pete as she rolled her empty glass on the table to get some attention.

Present Trump noticed that she was twirling that loose strand of blonde hair.

President Trump took Sally's note pad and pen and started doodling on the paper and she wondered if she was about to live a Kennedy Moment, a phone number maybe, a great truth revealed, maybe a hotel room and a good fuck, you never knew with Donald Trump, but in the end the guy had changed over the last twenty years or so and he was writing down a scripture from the Bible;

"Let's face it Sally, people love a good plot, so do I, so do you."  "The Democrats started the ball rolling and the media keeps applying the force to keep the Russian story everywhere."  "If you skip ahead Sally the DNC will lose everything and the Clinton's will be in prison so I'm ready for their action." the President was a little angry now as his dialogue was a little more dramatic, she had known him for years and he tended to show his emotions if you knew him well enough.

CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC, The New York Times and at times FOX News are being battered everyday by the American public and Sally knew people relished a great story but in the end they wanted the truth.

Sally's strong sense of honesty made her a top reporter and her syndicated columns were must read in Los Angeles, New York City, Miami, Washington D.C, but most importantly in every little middle class town across America.

The Washington D.C. swamp, both Republicans and Democrats were trying to stop Donald Trump and the American People, even a terminated F.B.I. Director.

The colorful Donald Trump had become president because the country needed a Donald Trump at this moment in time.  The political swamp was a dangerous place and now the Democrats and Republicans could smell the fire smoke from the brush fire that Donald started.  They were scattering and running away from the fire but Sally knew the President had a ring fire going, he was going to get them all.

CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC, The New York Times always missed the "Trump Point" of the open market thinker, the business guy, the cut your throat and let you die Donald Trump, that guy that Sally had written about for years.

"Mr. President, they picked the time and place for the fight, what do you think?" Sally noticed that it looked like the President was sleeping with his eyes open, she had seen that before, he was lost in his thoughts.

"Mr. President, every barrage of propaganda batters the White House, every wave floods out your plans.  What's you plan Mr. President?" she fingered the huddled clump of French fires and Sally picked out and ate another as President Trump relaxed and started talking again.

"Sally, James Comey is giving the impression that he has created."  "It's like a little girl writing in her diary, full of abstract ideas, thoughts and disconnected facts."

"The turbulence is being picked up by the Media, but the people see the emptiness of his testimony Sally, the maze of crooks won't stop until the people stop them and that's why they elected me."

"Mr. President, when does the swamp get drained?"

"Fuck, I don't know Sally, ask the fucking Russians!"

President Trump and Sally laughed out loud, maybe a little bit too loud as the descriptive power of the word "fuck" never stopped amusing Sally.

President Trump noticed the silver ring on Sally's hand "I see you're being swayed Sally, so who's the mystery man?"

Sally could see the phone being slipped to the President before she could respond.

Sally had the nose of a hunting dog, and she smelled something in the Presidents change in tone and body language.

The tension was building as President Trump was listening more and talking less as he got up and walked away from their private corner table. 

President Trump never came back to the table but he did wave goodbye to his long time friend Sally as the shadowy movements of his secret service detail came to full life.

Sally felt like she was caught in a time warp, one minute talking to the real President Donald Trump and now watching CNN flipping rumors into news.

The waitress was a brunette who reminded Sally of a girl she knew in college years ago with a dishtowel in one hand a Sally's fresh drink in the other.

It was a cool crisp day, sunshine and nice so she got up and paid the tab for her and Donald Trump and a twenty for that waitress.  She thought about writing her story but she decided that eating dumplings in Chinatown would be more fun.

Sally understood the political games and she would write about Donald Trump being elected and F.B.I. James Comey being hired.  It seems that the fired F.B.I  dick didn't understand the difference.

She put a big circle around the Bible scripture that Donald Trump wrote down in her notebook.  

Maybe her story would start with those words, not belonging to Sally and not belonging to President Donald Trump, maybe from somebody a lot smarter than both of them combined.

The scripture that President Trump wrote down for her, it was like a love letter found tucked away into some old library book or maybe a note found in last week's paper and it made Sally smile, looking at her new silver ring.

He had got her attention.

Finally, she admitted Donald Trump made her feel safe.

Hesitantly she narrowed her eyes to avoid some of the brightness outside and her famous smile tugged on her as she nodded to the next yellow cab in line.

What the Hell, dumplings in Chinatown.

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He said things not true; Barack Obama, You can keep your doctor.

He said things not true; Barack Obama, You can keep your doctor.

Organizing for Action -Radical Anti American Group started by X President Barack Obama is reportedly behind the violence actions across America. Barack Obama, the known radical is said to the leader of the violence and destruction across America. The group Organizing for Action is the private army of Barack Obama and has over 250 offices across the United States which is being monitored by the FBI being supervised by the DHS Department of Homeland Security.

Organizing for Action -Radical Anti American Group started by X President Barack Obama is reportedly behind the violence actions across America.  Barack Obama, the known radical is said to the leader of the violence and destruction across America.  The group Organizing for Action is the private army of Barack Obama and has over 250 offices across the United States which is being monitored by the FBI being supervised by the DHS Department of Homeland Security. 

President of Mexico Enrique Pena Nieto Drug Cartel Connections - Corrupt Government - Jarez Cartel Pull his strings - Border Fight Pending - Drug Cartels - Hiding inside Sanctuary Cities - Murder - Violence - Arson - Money Laundering Banks Donald Trump pushes - Enrique Pena Nieto cornered by Jarez Cartel Crime Family - Do or die for Pena Nieto

Investigations reveal that the President of Mexico, without question, has direct connections to the Jarez Cartel, the drug cartel.  The major drug cartel - Juarez Cartel - by using fake desk drawer companies (shell companies) financed the campaign of the corrupt Mexican President, Enrique Pena Nieto.  Similar to the Bill, Hillary, and Chelsea Clinton Foundation the Mexican Drug Cartels take money in and must pay off political leaders and other holders of political power to gain favor. 

The Mexican drug cartels seem to be using Mexican government programs to launder their corrupt illegal income.  Rule number one of a drug cartel is to buy the sheriff.  It doesn't get any better than buying the President of Mexico Enrique Pena Nieto. 

The Mexican drug cartels move freely inside of Mexican and also within the United States, but a least we chase them, if you believe anything you hear on CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC or the New York Times.

The Chicago murder and shooting disgrace is fueled by Mexican Drug cartels killing other gangs for drug turf, this goes all the way back to Mexico, and now we know it has dotted lines to President Enrique Pena Nieto of Mexico.

Many shockers, Barack Obama knew all about the drug cartel connections to President Enrique Pena Nieto, which means Eric Holder, Bill Clinton, James Comey, Loretta Lynch, Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, and even George Soros must be at least aware of the crime connections.

Imagine going to the bank and taking a few hundred or a few thousand cash debit cards and loading them up with $500 each, maybe a thousand dollars, maybe ten thousand dollars. 

The Mexican drug cartels, send out their criminal operatives and gang members to take drug cash and convert it to debit cash cards.  

You can carry a hundred thousand dollars on a debit card and simply hand it to a government official over lunch.  Ten little debit cards in your pocket is a million dollars.  This way the Mexican drug cartels are not burdened with carrying cash, it's converted to bank cards, mailed around, hand to hand delivery, so hundreds of millions of illegal drug money is being handled and distributed by Mexican banks.

The little Mexican bastard gangsters in Chicago, right under the nose of Barack Obama and Rahm Emanuel convert their drug cash by using banks and bank cards.  Simply mail them to Mexican drug lords, no transporting millions of dollars in U-haul rentals.

Who have never heard of the Mexican Revolutionary Institutional Party or (PRI), sounds like something George Soros or Barack Obama Hillary Clinton would make up, doesn't it.

"History books will tell you" that for more than seven decades, the PRI ran Mexico under an "autocratic, endemically corrupt, crony-ridden government". The elites of the PRI allegedly ruled the police and the judicial system, and justice was only available if purchased with bribes.  The drug cartels have bought the government of Mexico and the President Enrique Pena Nieto of Mexico.

During its time in power, the PRI became a symbol of corruption, repression, economic mismanagement, and electoral frauds, and many educated Mexicans and urban dwellers worry that its return may signify a return to Mexico's past and President Enrique Pena Nieto of Mexico is seemingly the leader of the corrupt Mexican government. 

The Drug cartels convert their crime cash to plastic bank cards and the PRI hands them out like candy, thus electing President Enrique Pena Nieto of Mexico.

When President Donald Trump of the United States stops the flow of money, via electronic, bank and bank card transfers, the Mexican drug cartels will start killing again. When Donald Trump shuts down the U.S. southern border you can expect several violence at and around the border. 

Mexico is a war zone.

Crime families pay President Enrique Pena Nieto of Mexico cash bribes.

Chicago, Los Angeles, New York City, San Francisco are major centers known to be sanctuary cities, they also hold crime families.

A company called Monex supplied the cash cards for the criminals.

Monex's website says it was founded in 1967 by Louis E. Carabini, whose son is now associated with the firm. That's an interesting claim, in light of Monex's legal position in a lawsuit that could hit the company hard.

The 2008 case, filed by the IRS in Los Angeles federal court, seeks more than $378 million in taxes, interest and penalties dating at least to the 1980s. Some of the tax is due from what the government asserts were "abusive" tax shelters on which Monex claimed tax losses.

Monex says in court filings that those claims apply to a different, legally distinct Monex. The feds say that's a fraudulent dodge, insofar as today's Monex entities acknowledge that they operate at the same address and with the same phone numbers as the old Monex, and given that today's Monex traces its pedigree back more than 30 years to its founding by Carabini. The case is still in discovery.

Chelsea Handler Dropped 50% in economic value to Netflix. The first lady, Mrs. Trump, speaks several languages and none of them start or end with Fuxk Off, But Netflix will pay the price, Fuxk Off Netflicks if Handler is retained with consumer deplorable cash money.

Netflix is between a rock and a bad mouthing Handler.  Chelsea Handler spends a lot of time making fun of and insulting the first lady of the United States.  Chelsea Handler and Netflix are now in dispute because over 50% of their customers voted for Donald Trump as President of the United States.  It's easier to pay off and kick out Chelsea Handler than wrestle with Donald Trump.  Chelsea Handler has just reduced her fan base, again, 50% of more so her economic value is dropping by the minute.  The President and First Lady cannot be toyed with, they are not the lying cheating creepy Clintons.  Deplorables have tremendous economic and political power, surely Netflix is feeling the pressure as all hell breaks loose. 

Handler told Variety she wouldn't interview President Donald Trump for her Netflix show either even if he personally requested to be a guest.

"I don’t respect either one of those people," she said.

Handler then launched into a speech about "divisiveness" not being "the answer" and the need to "reach across party lines." An interesting appeal considering Handler's comments about the President and First Lady.

"Divisiveness is not the answer," Handler explained. "And I think to get that message, we have to reach across party lines, forget your party. I’m registering as an Independent. I’m not gonna be a Democrat anymore because it’s too divisive. This isn’t working, this two-party system."

When asked what she would tell the President if she saw him at Sundance.

"F--k off. I mean, gross."

Kerry O'Grady Secret Service Kerry O'Grady Secret Service - Duck, don't cover President Trump, Kerry O'Grady, U.S.S.S. United States Secret Service Special Agent Kerry O'Grady means, duck, don't cover President Donald Trump.

The progressive United States Secret Service, Won't take a bullet for President Trump, means immediate termination.  

A senior U.S. Secret Service agent posted social-media condemnations of President Trump during the past seven months,  including one in which she said she wouldn't want to "take a bullet" for him, which means her creed is a lot closer to some middle east dictator republican guard unit.

She explained herself saying she viewed his presidential candidacy as a "disaster" for the country, and especially for women and minorities, which explains why she should be fired terminated at once, not tomorrow.  

The Progressive nut job Kerry O'Grady Secret Service will not do her job, per her statements, and with her authority within the ranks means that she tells everybody she knows, duck, don't cover President Trump. 

Kerry O'Grady, the special agent in charge of the Secret Service's Denver district, oversees coordination with Washington-based advance teams for all presidential candidate and presidential trips to the area, including all upcoming or future trips by the president, vice president or Trump administration officials.

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Artificial Intelligence, Automation, and the Economy

DECEMBER 20, 2016 AT 4:30 PM ET BY KRISTIN LEE

Summary: 

Today, the White House released a new report on the ways that artificial intelligence will transform our economy over the coming years and decades.

Editor’s Note: Staff from the Council of Economic Advisers, the Domestic Policy Council, the National Economic Council, the Office of Management and Budget, the Office of Science and Technology Policy contributed to this post.

Today, in order to ready the United States for a future in which artificial intelligence (AI) plays a growing role, the White House released a report on Artificial Intelligence, Automation, and the Economy. This report follows up on the Administration’s previous report, Preparing for the Future of Artificial Intelligence, which was released in October 2016, and which recommended that the White House publish a report on the economic impacts of artificial intelligence by the end of 2016.

Accelerating AI capabilities will enable automation of some tasks that have long required human labor. These transformations will open up new opportunities for individuals, the economy, and society, but they will also disrupt the current livelihoods of millions of Americans. The new report examines the expected impact of AI-driven automation on the economy, and describes broad strategies that could increase the benefits of AI and mitigate its costs.

AI-driven automation will transform the economy over the coming years and decades. The challenge for policymakers will be to update, strengthen, and adapt policies to respond to the economic effects of AI.

Although it is difficult to predict these economic effects precisely, the report suggests that policymakers should prepare for five primary economic effects:

• Positive contributions to aggregate productivity growth;
• Changes in the skills demanded by the job market, including greater demand for higher-level technical skills;
• Uneven distribution of impact, across sectors, wage levels, education levels, job types, and locations;
• Churning of the job market as some jobs disappear while others are created; and
• The loss of jobs for some workers in the short-run, and possibly longer depending on policy responses.

There is substantial uncertainty about how strongly these effects will be felt and how rapidly they will arrive. It is possible that AI will not have large, new effects on the economy, such that the coming years are subject to the same basic workforce trends seen in recent decades—some of which are positive, and others which are worrisome and may require policy changes. At the other end of the range of possibilities, the economy might experience a larger shock, with accelerating changes in the job market, and significantly more workers in need of assistance and retraining as their skills no longer match the demands of the job market. Given available evidence, it is not possible to make specific predictions, so policymakers must be prepared for a range of potential outcomes. At a minimum, some occupations such as drivers and cashiers are likely to face displacement from or a restructuring of their current jobs.

Because the effects of AI-driven automation will be felt across the whole economy, and the areas of greatest impact may be difficult to predict, policy responses must be targeted to the whole economy. In addition, the economic effects of AI-driven automation may be difficult to separate from those of other factors such as other forms of technological change, globalization, reduction in market competition and worker bargaining power, and the effects of past public policy choices. Even if it is not possible to determine how much of the current transformation of the economy is caused by each of these factors, the policy challenges raised by the disruptions remain, and require a broad policy response.

In the cases where it is possible to direct mitigations to particularly affected places and sectors, those approaches should be pursued. But more generally, the report suggests three broad strategies for addressing the impacts of AI-driven automation across the whole U.S. economy:

1. Invest in and develop AI for its many benefits;
2. Educate and train Americans for jobs of the future; and
3. Aid workers in the transition and empower workers to ensure broadly shared growth.

The report details what can be done to execute on these strategies. Continued engagement between government, industry, technical and policy experts, and the public should play an important role in moving the Nation toward policies that create broadly shared prosperity, unlock the creative potential of American companies and workers, advance diversity and inclusion of the technical community in AI, and ensure the Nation’s continued leadership in the creation and use of AI.

Beyond this report, more work remains, to further explore the policy implications of AI. Most notably, AI creates important opportunities in cyberdefense, and can improve systems to detect fraudulent transactions and messages. 

He is less focused on a specific threat—a quake on the San Andreas, a pandemic, a dirty bomb—than he is on the aftermath, “the temporary collapse of our government and structures,” as he puts it. “I own a couple of motorcycles. I have a bunch of guns and ammo. Food. I figure that, with that, I can hole up in my house for some amount of time.”

Survivalist, the practice of preparing for a crackup of civilization, tends to evoke a certain picture: the woodsman in the tinfoil hat, the hysteric with the hoard of beans, the religious doomsayer. But in recent years survivalist has expanded to more affluent quarters, taking root in Silicon Valley and New York City, among technology executives, hedge-fund managers, and others in their economic cohort.

Last spring, as the Presidential campaign exposed increasingly toxic divisions in America, Antonio García Martínez, a forty-year-old former Face book product manager living in San Francisco, bought five wooded acres on an island in the Pacific Northwest and brought in generators, solar panels, and thousands of rounds of ammunition. “When society loses a healthy founding myth, it descends into chaos,” he told me. The author of “Chaos Monkeys,” an acerbic Silicon Valley memoir, García Martínez wanted a refuge that would be far from cities but not entirely isolated. “All these dudes think that one guy alone could somehow withstand the roving mob,” he said. “No, you’re going to need to form a local militia. You just need so many things to actually ride out the apocalypse.” Once he started telling peers in the Bay Area about his “little island project,” they came “out of the woodwork” to describe their own preparations, he said. “I think people who are particularly attuned to the levers by which society actually works understand that we are skating on really thin cultural ice right now.”

In private Facebook groups, wealthy survivalists swap tips on gas masks, bunkers, and locations safe from the effects of climate change. One member, the head of an investment firm, told me, “I keep a helicopter gassed up all the time, and I have an underground bunker with an air-filtration system.” He said that his preparations probably put him at the “extreme” end among his peers. But he added, “A lot of my friends do the guns and the motorcycles and the gold coins. That’s not too rare anymore.”

Tim Chang, a forty-four-year-old managing director at Mayfield Fund, a venture-capital firm, told me, “There’s a bunch of us in the Valley. We meet up and have these financial-hacking dinners and talk about backup plans people are doing. It runs the gamut from a lot of people stocking up on Bitcoin and cryptocurrency, to figuring out how to get second passports if they need it, to having vacation homes in other countries that could be escape havens.” He said, “I’ll be candid: I’m stockpiling now on real estate to generate passive income but also to have havens to go to.” He and his wife, who is in technology, keep a set of bags packed for themselves and their four-year-old daughter. He told me, “I kind of have this terror scenario: ‘Oh, my God, if there is a civil war or a giant earthquake that cleaves off part of California, we want to be ready.’ ”

When Marvin Liao, a former Yahoo executive who is now a partner at 500 Startups, a venture-capital firm, considered his preparations, he decided that his caches of water and food were not enough. “What if someone comes and takes this?” he asked me. To protect his wife and daughter, he said, “I don’t have guns, but I have a lot of other weaponry. I took classes in archery.”

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For some, it’s just “brogrammer” entertainment, a kind of real-world sci-fi, with gear; for others, like Huffman, it’s been a concern for years. “Ever since I saw the movie ‘Deep Impact,’ ” he said. The film, released in 1998, depicts a comet striking the Atlantic, and a race to escape the tsunami. “Everybody’s trying to get out, and they’re stuck in traffic. That scene happened to be filmed near my high school. Every time I drove through that stretch of road, I would think, I need to own a motorcycle because everybody else is screwed.”

Huffman has been a frequent attendee at Burning Man, the annual, clothing-optional festival in the Nevada desert, where artists mingle with moguls. He fell in love with one of its core principles, “radical self-reliance,” which he takes to mean “happy to help others, but not wanting to require others.” (Among survivalists, or “preppers,” as some call themselves, fema, the Federal Emergency Management Agency, stands for “Foolishly Expecting Meaningful Aid.”) Huffman has calculated that, in the event of a disaster, he would seek out some form of community: “Being around other people is a good thing. I also have this somewhat egotistical view that I’m a pretty good leader. I will probably be in charge, or at least not a slave, when push comes to shove.”

Over the years, Huffman has become increasingly concerned about basic American political stability and the risk of large-scale unrest. He said, “Some sort of institutional collapse, then you just lose shipping—that sort of stuff.” (Prepper blogs call such a scenario W.R.O.L., “without rule of law.”) Huffman has come to believe that contemporary life rests on a fragile consensus. “I think, to some degree, we all collectively take it on faith that our country works, that our currency is valuable, the peaceful transfer of power—that all of these things that we hold dear work because we believe they work. While I do believe they’re quite resilient, and we’ve been through a lot, certainly we’re going to go through a lot more.”

In building Reddit, a community of thousands of discussion threads, into one of the most frequently visited sites in the world, Huffman has grown aware of the way that technology alters our relations with one another, for better and for worse. He has witnessed how social media can magnify public fear. “It’s easier for people to panic when they’re together,” he said, pointing out that “the Internet has made it easier for people to be together,” yet it also alerts people to emerging risks. Long before the financial crisis became front-page news, early signs appeared in user comments on Reddit. “People were starting to whisper about mortgages. They were worried about student debt. They were worried about debt in general. There was a lot of, ‘This is too good to be true. This doesn’t smell right.’ ” He added, “There’s probably some false positives in there as well, but, in general, I think we’re a pretty good gauge of public sentiment. When we’re talking about a faith-based collapse, you’re going to start to see the chips in the foundation on social media first.”

How did a preoccupation with the apocalypse come to flourish in Silicon Valley, a place known, to the point of cliché, for unstinting confidence in its ability to change the world for the better?

Those impulses are not as contradictory as they seem. Technology rewards the ability to imagine wildly different futures, Roy Bahat, the head of Bloomberg Beta, a San Francisco-based venture-capital firm, told me. “When you do that, it’s pretty common that you take things ad infinitum, and that leads you to utopias and dystopias,” he said. It can inspire radical optimism—such as the cryonics movement, which calls for freezing bodies at death in the hope that science will one day revive them—or bleak scenarios. Tim Chang, the venture capitalist who keeps his bags packed, told me, “My current state of mind is oscillating between optimism and sheer terror.”

In recent years, survivalism has been edging deeper into mainstream culture. In 2012, National Geographic Channel launched “Doomsday Preppers,” a reality show featuring a series of Americans bracing for what they called S.H.T.F. (when the “shit hits the fan”). The première drew more than four million viewers, and, by the end of the first season, it was the most popular show in the channel’s history. A survey commissioned by National Geographic found that forty per cent of Americans believed that stocking up on supplies or building a bomb shelter was a wiser investment than a 401(k). Online, the prepper discussions run from folksy (“A Mom’s Guide to Preparing for Civil Unrest”) to grim (“How to Eat a Pine Tree to Survive”).

The reëlection of Barack Obama was a boon for the prepping industry. Conservative devotees, who accused Obama of stoking racial tensions, restricting gun rights, and expanding the national debt, loaded up on the types of freeze-dried cottage cheese and beef stroganoff promoted by commentators like Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity. A network of “readiness” trade shows attracted conventioneers with classes on suturing (practiced on a pig trotter) and photo opportunities with survivalist stars from the TV show “Naked and Afraid.”

The living room of an apartment at the Survival Condo Project.

The living room of an apartment at the Survival Condo Project.

Photograph by Dan Winters for The New Yorker

The fears were different in Silicon Valley. Around the same time that Huffman, on Reddit, was watching the advance of the financial crisis, Justin Kan heard the first inklings of survivalism among his peers. Kan co-founded Twitch, a gaming network that was later sold to Amazon for nearly a billion dollars. “Some of my friends were, like, ‘The breakdown of society is imminent. We should stockpile food,’ ” he said. “I tried to. But then we got a couple of bags of rice and five cans of tomatoes. We would have been dead if there was actually a real problem.” I asked Kan what his prepping friends had in common. “Lots of money and resources,” he said. “What are the other things I can worry about and prepare for? It’s like insurance.”

Yishan Wong, an early Facebook employee, was the C.E.O. of Reddit from 2012 to 2014. He, too, had eye surgery for survival purposes, eliminating his dependence, as he put it, “on a nonsustainable external aid for perfect vision.” In an e-mail, Wong told me, “Most people just assume improbable events don’t happen, but technical people tend to view risk very mathematically.” He continued, “The tech preppers do not necessarily think a collapse is likely. They consider it a remote event, but one with a very severe downside, so, given how much money they have, spending a fraction of their net worth to hedge against this . . . is a logical thing to do.”

How many wealthy Americans are really making preparations for a catastrophe? It’s hard to know exactly; a lot of people don’t like to talk about it. (“Anonymity is priceless,” one hedge-fund manager told me, declining an interview.) Sometimes the topic emerges in unexpected ways. Reid Hoffman, the co-founder of LinkedIn and a prominent investor, recalls telling a friend that he was thinking of visiting New Zealand. “Oh, are you going to get apocalypse insurance?” the friend asked. “I’m, like, Huh?” Hoffman told me. New Zealand, he discovered, is a favored refuge in the event of a cataclysm. Hoffman said, “Saying you’re ‘buying a house in New Zealand’ is kind of a wink, wink, say no more. Once you’ve done the Masonic handshake, they’ll be, like, ‘Oh, you know, I have a broker who sells old ICBM silos, and they’re nuclear-hardened, and they kind of look like they would be interesting to live in.’ ”

I asked Hoffman to estimate what share of fellow Silicon Valley billionaires have acquired some level of “apocalypse insurance,” in the form of a hideaway in the U.S. or abroad. “I would guess fifty-plus per cent,” he said, “but that’s parallel with the decision to buy a vacation home. Human motivation is complex, and I think people can say, ‘I now have a safety blanket for this thing that scares me.’ ” The fears vary, but many worry that, as artificial intelligence takes away a growing share of jobs, there will be a backlash against Silicon Valley, America’s second-highest concentration of wealth. (Southwestern Connecticut is first.) “I’ve heard this theme from a bunch of people,” Hoffman said. “Is the country going to turn against the wealthy? Is it going to turn against technological innovation? Is it going to turn into civil disorder?”

The C.E.O. of another large tech company told me, “It’s still not at the point where industry insiders would turn to each other with a straight face and ask what their plans are for some apocalyptic event.” He went on, “But, having said that, I actually think it’s logically rational and appropriately conservative.” He noted the vulnerabilities exposed by the Russian cyberattack on the Democratic National Committee, and also by a large-scale hack on October 21st, which disrupted the Internet in North America and Western Europe. “Our food supply is dependent on G.P.S., logistics, and weather forecasting,” he said, “and those systems are generally dependent on the Internet, and the Internet is dependent on D.N.S.”—the system that manages domain names. “Go risk factor by risk factor by risk factor, acknowledging that there are many you don’t even know about, and you ask, ‘What’s the chance of this breaking in the next decade?’ Or invert it: ‘What’s the chance that nothing breaks in fifty years?’ ”

One measure of survivalism’s spread is that some people are starting to speak out against it. Max Levchin, a founder of PayPal and of Affirm, a lending startup, told me, “It’s one of the few things about Silicon Valley that I actively dislike—the sense that we are superior giants who move the needle and, even if it’s our own failure, must be spared.”

To Levchin, prepping for survival is a moral miscalculation; he prefers to “shut down party conversations” on the topic. “I typically ask people, ‘So you’re worried about the pitchforks. How much money have you donated to your local homeless shelter?’ This connects the most, in my mind, to the realities of the income gap. All the other forms of fear that people bring up are artificial.” In his view, this is the time to invest in solutions, not escape. “At the moment, we’re actually at a relatively benign point of the economy. When the economy heads south, you will have a bunch of people that are in really bad shape. What do we expect then?”

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On the opposite side of the country, similar awkward conversations have been unfolding in some financial circles. Robert H. Dugger worked as a lobbyist for the financial industry before he became a partner at the global hedge fund Tudor Investment Corporation, in 1993. After seventeen years, he retired to focus on philanthropy and his investments. “Anyone who’s in this community knows people who are worried that America is heading toward something like the Russian Revolution,” he told me recently.

To manage that fear, Dugger said, he has seen two very different responses. “People know the only real answer is, Fix the problem,” he said. “It’s a reason most of them give a lot of money to good causes.” At the same time, though, they invest in the mechanics of escape. He recalled a dinner in New York City after 9/11 and the bursting of the dot-com bubble: “A group of centi-millionaires and a couple of billionaires were working through end-of-America scenarios and talking about what they’d do. Most said they’ll fire up their planes and take their families to Western ranches or homes in other countries.” One of the guests was skeptical, Dugger said. “He leaned forward and asked, ‘Are you taking your pilot’s family, too? And what about the maintenance guys? If revolutionaries are kicking in doors, how many of the people in your life will you have to take with you?’ The questioning continued. In the end, most agreed they couldn’t run.”

Élite anxiety cuts across political lines. Even financiers who supported Trump for President, hoping that he would cut taxes and regulations, have been unnerved at the ways his insurgent campaign seems to have hastened a collapse of respect for established institutions. Dugger said, “The media is under attack now. They wonder, Is the court system next? Do we go from ‘fake news’ to ‘fake evidence’? For people whose existence depends on enforceable contracts, this is life or death.”

Robert A. Johnson sees his peers’ talk of fleeing as the symptom of a deeper crisis. At fifty-nine, Johnson has tousled silver hair and a soft-spoken, avuncular composure. He earned degrees in electrical engineering and economics at M.I.T., got a Ph.D. in economics at Princeton, and worked on Capitol Hill, before entering finance. He became a managing director at the hedge fund Soros Fund Management. In 2009, after the onset of the financial crisis, he was named head of a think tank, the Institute for New Economic Thinking.

When I visited Johnson, not long ago, at his office on Park Avenue South, he described himself as an accidental student of civic anxiety. He grew up outside Detroit, in Grosse Pointe Park, the son of a doctor, and he watched his father’s generation experience the fracturing of Detroit. “What I’m seeing now in New York City is sort of like old music coming back,” he said. “These are friends of mine. I used to live in Belle Haven, in Greenwich, Connecticut. Louis Bacon, Paul Tudor Jones, and Ray Dalio”—hedge-fund managers—“were all within fifty yards of me. From my own career, I would just talk to people. More and more were saying, ‘You’ve got to have a private plane. You have to assure that the pilot’s family will be taken care of, too. They have to be on the plane.’ ”

By January, 2015, Johnson was sounding the alarm: the tensions produced by acute income inequality were becoming so pronounced that some of the world’s wealthiest people were taking steps to protect themselves. At the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, Johnson told the audience, “I know hedge-fund managers all over the world who are buying airstrips and farms in places like New Zealand because they think they need a getaway.”

Johnson wishes that the wealthy would adopt a greater “spirit of stewardship,” an openness to policy change that could include, for instance, a more aggressive tax on inheritance. “Twenty-five hedge-fund managers make more money than all of the kindergarten teachers in America combined,” he said. “Being one of those twenty-five doesn’t feel good. I think they’ve developed a heightened sensitivity.” The gap is widening further. In December, the National Bureau of Economic Research published a new analysis, by the economists Thomas Piketty, Emmanuel Saez, and Gabriel Zucman, which found that half of American adults have been “completely shut off from economic growth since the 1970s.” Approximately a hundred and seventeen million people earn, on average, the same income that they did in 1980, while the typical income for the top one per cent has nearly tripled. That gap is comparable to the gap between average incomes in the U.S. and the Democratic Republic of Congo, the authors wrote.

Johnson said, “If we had a more equal distribution of income, and much more money and energy going into public school systems, parks and recreation, the arts, and health care, it could take an awful lot of sting out of society. We’ve largely dismantled those things.”

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As public institutions deteriorate, élite anxiety has emerged as a gauge of our national predicament. “Why do people who are envied for being so powerful appear to be so afraid?” Johnson asked. “What does that really tell us about our system?” He added, “It’s a very odd thing. You’re basically seeing that the people who’ve been the best at reading the tea leaves—the ones with the most resources, because that’s how they made their money—are now the ones most preparing to pull the rip cord and jump out of the plane.”

On a cool evening in early November, I rented a car in Wichita, Kansas, and drove north from the city through slanting sunlight, across the suburbs and out beyond the last shopping center, where the horizon settles into farmland. After a couple of hours, just before the town of Concordia, I headed west, down a dirt track flanked by corn and soybean fields, winding through darkness until my lights settled on a large steel gate. A guard, dressed in camouflage, held a semiautomatic rifle.

He ushered me through, and, in the darkness, I could see the outline of a vast concrete dome, with a metal blast door partly ajar. I was greeted by Larry Hall, the C.E.O. of the Survival Condo Project, a fifteen-story luxury apartment complex built in an underground Atlas missile silo. The facility housed a nuclear warhead from 1961 to 1965, when it was decommissioned. At a site conceived for the Soviet nuclear threat, Hall has erected a defense against the fears of a new era. “It’s true relaxation for the ultra-wealthy,” he said. “They can come out here, they know there are armed guards outside. The kids can run around.”

Hall got the idea for the project about a decade ago, when he read that the federal government was reinvesting in catastrophe planning, which had languished after the Cold War. During the September 11th attacks, the Bush Administration activated a “continuity of government” plan, transporting selected federal workers by helicopter and bus to fortified locations, but, after years of disuse, computers and other equipment in the bunkers were out of date. Bush ordered a renewed focus on continuity plans, and fema launched annual government-wide exercises. (The most recent, Eagle Horizon, in 2015, simulated hurricanes, improvised nuclear devices, earthquakes, and cyberattacks.)

“I started saying, ‘Well, wait a minute, what does the government know that we don’t know?’ ” Hall said. In 2008, he paid three hundred thousand dollars for the silo and finished construction in December, 2012, at a cost of nearly twenty million dollars. He created twelve private apartments: full-floor units were advertised at three million dollars; a half-floor was half the price. He has sold every unit, except one for himself, he said.

Most preppers don’t actually have bunkers; hardened shelters are expensive and complicated to build. The original silo of Hall’s complex was built by the Army Corps of Engineers to withstand a nuclear strike. The interior can support a total of seventy-five people. It has enough food and fuel for five years off the grid; by raising tilapia in fish tanks, and hydroponic vegetables under grow lamps, with renewable power, it could function indefinitely, Hall said. In a crisis, his swat-team-style trucks (“the Pit-Bull VX, armored up to fifty-calibre”) will pick up any owner within four hundred miles. Residents with private planes can land in Salina, about thirty miles away. In his view, the Army Corps did the hardest work by choosing the location. “They looked at height above sea level, the seismology of an area, how close it is to large population centers,” he said.

Hall, in his late fifties, is barrel-chested and talkative. He studied business and computers at the Florida Institute of Technology and went on to specialize in networks and data centers for Northrop Grumman, Harris Corporation, and other defense contractors. He now goes back and forth between the Kansas silo and a home in the Denver suburbs, where his wife, a paralegal, lives with their twelve-year-old son.

Hall led me through the garage, down a ramp, and into a lounge, with a stone fireplace, a dining area, and a kitchen to one side. It had the feel of a ski condo without windows: pool table, stainless-steel appliances, leather couches. To maximize space, Hall took ideas from cruise-ship design. We were accompanied by Mark Menosky, an engineer who manages day-to-day operations. While they fixed dinner—steak, baked potatoes, and salad—Hall said that the hardest part of the project was sustaining life underground. He studied how to avoid depression (add more lights), prevent cliques (rotate chores), and simulate life aboveground. The condo walls are fitted with L.E.D. “windows” that show a live video of the prairie above the silo. Owners can opt instead for pine forests or other vistas. One prospective resident from New York City wanted video of Central Park. “All four seasons, day and night,” Menosky said. “She wanted the sounds, the taxis and the honking horns.”

Some survivalists disparage Hall for creating an exclusive refuge for the wealthy and have threatened to seize his bunker in a crisis. Hall waved away this possibility when I raised it with him over dinner. “You can send all the bullets you want into this place.” If necessary, his guards would return fire, he said. “We’ve got a sniper post.”

The swimming pool at Larry Hall’s Survival Condo Project. These days, when North Korea tests a bomb, Hall can expect an uptick in phone inquiries about space in the complex.

The swimming pool at Larry Hall’s Survival Condo Project. These days, when North Korea tests a bomb, Hall can expect an uptick in phone inquiries about space in the complex.

Photograph by Dan Winters for The New Yorker

Recently, I spoke on the phone with Tyler Allen, a real-estate developer in Lake Mary, Florida, who told me that he paid three million dollars for one of Hall’s condos. Allen said he worries that America faces a future of “social conflict” and government efforts to deceive the public. He suspects that the Ebola virus was allowed to enter the country in order to weaken the population. When I asked how friends usually respond to his ideas, he said, “The natural reaction that you get most of the time is for them to laugh, because it scares them.” But, he added, “my credibility has gone through the roof. Ten years ago, this just seemed crazy that all this was going to happen: the social unrest and the cultural divide in the country, the race-baiting and the hate-mongering.” I asked how he planned to get to Kansas from Florida in a crisis. “If a dirty bomb goes off in Miami, everybody’s going to go in their house and congregate in bars, just glued to the TV. Well, you’ve got forty-eight hours to get the hell out of there.”

Allen told me that, in his view, taking precautions is unfairly stigmatized. “They don’t put tinfoil on your head if you’re the President and you go to Camp David,” he said. “But they do put tinfoil on your head if you have the means and you take steps to protect your family should a problem occur.”

Why do our dystopian urges emerge at certain moments and not others? Doomsday—as a prophecy, a literary genre, and a business opportunity—is never static; it evolves with our anxieties. The earliest Puritan settlers saw in the awe-inspiring bounty of the American wilderness the prospect of both apocalypse and paradise. When, in May of 1780, sudden darkness settled on New England, farmers perceived it as a cataclysm heralding the return of Christ. (In fact, the darkness was caused by enormous wildfires in Ontario.) D. H. Lawrence diagnosed a specific strain of American dread. “Doom! Doom! Doom!” he wrote in 1923. “Something seems to whisper it in the very dark trees of America.”

Historically, our fascination with the End has flourished at moments of political insecurity and rapid technological change. “In the late nineteenth century, there were all sorts of utopian novels, and each was coupled with a dystopian novel,” Richard White, a historian at Stanford University, told me. Edward Bellamy’s “Looking Backward,” published in 1888, depicted a socialist paradise in the year 2000, and became a sensation, inspiring “Bellamy Clubs” around the country. Conversely, Jack London, in 1908, published “The Iron Heel,” imagining an America under a fascist oligarchy in which “nine-tenths of one per cent” hold “seventy per cent of the total wealth.”

At the time, Americans were marvelling at engineering advances—attendees at the 1893 World’s Fair, in Chicago, beheld new uses for electric light—but were also protesting low wages, poor working conditions, and corporate greed. “It was very much like today,” White said. “It was a sense that the political system had spun out of control, and was no longer able to deal with society. There was a huge inequity in wealth, a stirring of working classes. Life spans were getting shorter. There was a feeling that America’s advance had stopped, and the whole thing was going to break.”

Business titans grew uncomfortable. In 1889, Andrew Carnegie, who was on his way to being the richest man in the world, worth more than four billion in today’s dollars, wrote, with concern, about class tensions; he criticized the emergence of “rigid castes” living in “mutual ignorance” and “mutual distrust.” John D. Rockefeller, of Standard Oil, America’s first actual billionaire, felt a Christian duty to give back. “The novelty of being able to purchase anything one wants soon passes,” he wrote, in 1909, “because what people most seek cannot be bought with money.” Carnegie went on to fight illiteracy by creating nearly three thousand public libraries. Rockefeller founded the University of Chicago. According to Joel Fleishman, the author of “The Foundation,” a study of American philanthropy, both men dedicated themselves to “changing the systems that produced those ills in the first place.”

During the Cold War, Armageddon became a matter for government policymakers. The Federal Civil Defense Administration, created by Harry Truman, issued crisp instructions for surviving a nuclear strike, including “Jump in any handy ditch or gutter” and “Never lose your head.” In 1958, Dwight Eisenhower broke ground on Project Greek Island, a secret shelter, in the mountains of West Virginia, large enough for every member of Congress. Hidden beneath the Greenbrier Resort, in White Sulphur Springs, for more than thirty years, it maintained separate chambers-in-waiting for the House and the Senate. (Congress now plans to shelter at undisclosed locations.) There was also a secret plan to whisk away the Gettysburg Address, from the Library of Congress, and the Declaration of Independence, from the National Archives.

But in 1961 John F. Kennedy encouraged “every citizen” to help build fallout shelters, saying, in a televised address, “I know you would not want to do less.” In 1976, tapping into fear of inflation and the Arab oil embargo, a far-right publisher named Kurt Saxon launched The Survivor, an influential newsletter that celebrated forgotten pioneer skills. (Saxon claimed to have coined the term “survivalist.”) The growing literature on decline and self-protection included “How to Prosper During the Coming Bad Years,” a 1979 best-seller, which advised collecting gold in the form of South African Krugerrands. The “doom boom,” as it became known, expanded under Ronald Reagan. The sociologist Richard G. Mitchell, Jr., a professor emeritus at Oregon State University, who spent twelve years studying survivalism, said, “During the Reagan era, we heard, for the first time in my life, and I’m seventy-four years old, from the highest authorities in the land that government has failed you, the collective institutional ways of solving problems and understanding society are no good. People said, ‘O.K., it’s flawed. What do I do now?’ ”

A dental chair in the Survival Condo Project’s “medical wing,” which also contains a hospital bed and a procedure table. Among the residents, Hall said, “we’ve got two doctors and a dentist.”

A dental chair in the Survival Condo Project’s “medical wing,” which also contains a hospital bed and a procedure table. Among the residents, Hall said, “we’ve got two doctors and a dentist.”

Photograph by Dan Winters for The New Yorker

The movement received another boost from the George W. Bush Administration’s mishandling of Hurricane Katrina. Neil Strauss, a former Times reporter, who chronicled his turn to prepping in his book “Emergency,” told me, “We see New Orleans, where our government knows a disaster is happening, and is powerless to save its own citizens.” Strauss got interested in survivalism a year after Katrina, when a tech entrepreneur who was taking flying lessons and hatching escape plans introduced him to a group of like-minded “billionaire and centi-millionaire preppers.” Strauss acquired citizenship in St. Kitts, put assets in foreign currencies, and trained to survive with “nothing but a knife and the clothes on my back.”

These days, when North Korea tests a bomb, Hall can expect an uptick of phone inquiries about space in the Survival Condo Project. But he points to a deeper source of demand. “Seventy per cent of the country doesn’t like the direction that things are going,” he said. After dinner, Hall and Menosky gave me a tour. The complex is a tall cylinder that resembles a corncob. Some levels are dedicated to private apartments and others offer shared amenities: a seventy-five-foot-long pool, a rock-climbing wall, an Astro-Turf “pet park,” a classroom with a line of Mac desktops, a gym, a movie theatre, and a library. It felt compact but not claustrophobic. We visited an armory packed with guns and ammo in case of an attack by non-members, and then a bare-walled room with a toilet. “We can lock people up and give them an adult time-out,” he said. In general, the rules are set by a condo association, which can vote to amend them. During a crisis, a “life-or-death situation,” Hall said, each adult would be required to work for four hours a day, and would not be allowed to leave without permission. “There’s controlled access in and out, and it’s governed by the board,” he said.

The “medical wing” contains a hospital bed, a procedure table, and a dentist’s chair. Among the residents, Hall said, “we’ve got two doctors and a dentist.” One floor up, we visited the food-storage area, still unfinished. He hopes that, once it’s fully stocked, it will feel like a “miniature Whole Foods,” but for now it holds mostly cans of food.

We stopped in a condo. Nine-foot ceilings, Wolf range, gas fireplace. “This guy wanted to have a fireplace from his home state”—Connecticut—“so he shipped me the granite,” Hall said. Another owner, with a home in Bermuda, ordered the walls of his bunker-condo painted in island pastels—orange, green, yellow—but, in close quarters, he found it oppressive. His decorator had to come fix it.

That night, I slept in a guest room appointed with a wet bar and handsome wood cabinets, but no video windows. It was eerily silent, and felt like sleeping in a well-furnished submarine.

I emerged around eight the next morning to find Hall and Menosky in the common area, drinking coffee and watching a campaign-news brief on “Fox & Friends.” It was five days before the election, and Hall, who is a Republican, described himself as a cautious Trump supporter. “Of the two running, I’m hoping that his business acumen will override some of his knee-jerk stuff.” Watching Trump and Clinton rallies on television, he was struck by how large and enthusiastic Trump’s crowds appeared. “I just don’t believe the polls,” he said.

He thinks that mainstream news organizations are biased, and he subscribes to theories that he knows some find implausible. He surmised that “there is a deliberate move by the people in Congress to dumb America down.” Why would Congress do that? I asked. “They don’t want people to be smart to see what’s going on in politics,” he said. He told me he had read a prediction that forty per cent of Congress will be arrested, because of a scheme involving the Panama Papers, the Catholic Church, and the Clinton Foundation. “They’ve been working on this investigation for twenty years,” he said. I asked him if he really believed that. “At first, you hear this stuff and go, Yeah, right,” he said. But he wasn’t ruling it out.

Before I headed back to Wichita, we stopped at Hall’s latest project—a second underground complex, in a silo twenty-five miles away. As we pulled up, a crane loomed overhead, hoisting debris from deep below the surface. The complex will contain three times the living space of the original, in part because the garage will be moved to a separate structure. Among other additions, it will have a bowling alley and L.E.D. windows as large as French doors, to create a feeling of openness.

Hall said that he was working on private bunkers for clients in Idaho and Texas, and that two technology companies had asked him to design “a secure facility for their data center and a safe haven for their key personnel, if something were to happen.” To accommodate demand, he has paid for the possibility to buy four more silos.

If a silo in Kansas is not remote or private enough, there is another option. In the first seven days after Donald Trump’s election, 13,401 Americans registered with New Zealand’s immigration authorities, the first official step toward seeking residency—more than seventeen times the usual rate. The New Zealand Herald reported the surge beneath the headline “trump apocalypse.”

The shooting range at the Survival Condo Project. Hall said that the hardest part of the project was sustaining life underground. He studied how to avoid depression (add more lights) and prevent cliques (rotate chores).

The shooting range at the Survival Condo Project. Hall said that the hardest part of the project was sustaining life underground. He studied how to avoid depression (add more lights) and prevent cliques (rotate chores).

Photograph by Dan Winters for The New Yorker

In fact, the influx had begun well before Trump’s victory. In the first ten months of 2016, foreigners bought nearly fourteen hundred square miles of land in New Zealand, more than quadruple what they bought in the same period the previous year, according to the government. American buyers were second only to Australians. The U.S. government does not keep a tally of Americans who own second or third homes overseas. Much as Switzerland once drew Americans with the promise of secrecy, and Uruguay tempted them with private banks, New Zealand offers security and distance. In the past six years, nearly a thousand foreigners have acquired residency there under programs that mandate certain types of investment of at least a million dollars.

Jack Matthews, an American who is the chairman of MediaWorks, a large New Zealand broadcaster, told me, “I think, in the back of people’s minds, frankly, is that, if the world really goes to shit, New Zealand is a First World country, completely self-sufficient, if necessary—energy, water, food. Life would deteriorate, but it would not collapse.” As someone who views American politics from a distance, he said, “The difference between New Zealand and the U.S., to a large extent, is that people who disagree with each other can still talk to each other about it here. It’s a tiny little place, and there’s no anonymity. People have to actually have a degree of civility.”

Auckland is a thirteen-hour flight from San Francisco. I arrived in early December, the beginning of New Zealand’s summer: blue skies, mid-seventies, no humidity. Top to bottom, the island chain runs roughly the distance between Maine and Florida, with half the population of New York City. Sheep outnumber people seven to one. In global rankings, New Zealand is in the top ten for democracy, clean government, and security. (Its last encounter with terrorism was in 1985, when French spies bombed a Greenpeace ship.) In a recent World Bank report, New Zealand had supplanted Singapore as the best country in the world to do business.

The morning after I arrived, I was picked up at my hotel by Graham Wall, a cheerful real-estate agent who specializes in what his profession describes as high-net-worth individuals, “H.N.W.I.” Wall, whose clients include Peter Thiel, the billionaire venture capitalist, was surprised when Americans told him they were coming precisely because of the country’s remoteness. “Kiwis used to talk about the ‘tyranny of distance,’ ” Wall said, as we crossed town in his Mercedes convertible. “Now the tyranny of distance is our greatest asset.”

Before my trip, I had wondered if I was going to be spending more time in luxury bunkers. But Peter Campbell, the managing director of Triple Star Management, a New Zealand construction firm, told me that, by and large, once his American clients arrive, they decide that underground shelters are gratuitous. “It’s not like you need to build a bunker under your front lawn, because you’re several thousand miles away from the White House,” he said. Americans have other requests. “Definitely, helipads are a big one,” he said. “You can fly a private jet into Queenstown or a private jet into Wanaka, and then you can grab a helicopter and it can take you and land you at your property.” American clients have also sought strategic advice. “They’re asking, ‘Where in New Zealand is not going to be long-term affected by rising sea levels?’ ”

The growing foreign appetite for New Zealand property has generated a backlash. The Campaign Against Foreign Control of Aotearoa—the Maori name for New Zealand—opposes sales to foreigners. In particular, the attention of American survivalists has generated resentment. In a discussion about New Zealand on the Modern Survivalist, a prepper Web site, a commentator wrote, “Yanks, get this in your heads. Aotearoa NZ is not your little last resort safe haven.”

An American hedge-fund manager in his forties—tall, tanned, athletic—recently bought two houses in New Zealand and acquired local residency. He agreed to tell me about his thinking, if I would not publish his name. Brought up on the East Coast, he said, over coffee, that he expects America to face at least a decade of political turmoil, including racial tension, polarization, and a rapidly aging population. “The country has turned into the New York area, the California area, and then everyone else is wildly different in the middle,” he said. He worries that the economy will suffer if Washington scrambles to fund Social Security and Medicare for people who need it. “Do you default on that obligation? Or do you print more money to give to them? What does that do to the value of the dollar? It’s not a next-year problem, but it’s not fifty years away, either.”

New Zealand’s reputation for attracting doomsayers is so well known in the hedge-fund manager’s circle that he prefers to differentiate himself from earlier arrivals. He said, “This is no longer about a handful of freaks worried about the world ending.” He laughed, and added, “Unless I’m one of those freaks.”

Every year since 1947, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, a magazine founded by members of the Manhattan Project, has gathered a group of Nobel laureates and other luminaries to update the Doomsday Clock, a symbolic gauge of our risk of wrecking civilization. In 1991, as the Cold War was ending, the scientists set the clock to its safest point ever—seventeen minutes to “midnight.”

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Since then, the direction has been inauspicious. In January, 2016, after increasing military tensions between Russia and nato, and the Earth’s warmest year on record, the Bulletin set the clock at three minutes to midnight, the same level it held at the height of the Cold War. In November, after Trump’s election, the panel convened once more to conduct its annual confidential discussion. If it chooses to move the clock forward by one minute, that will signal a level of alarm not witnessed since 1953, after America’s first test of the hydrogen bomb. (The result will be released January 26th.)

Fear of disaster is healthy if it spurs action to prevent it. But élite survivalism is not a step toward prevention; it is an act of withdrawal. Philanthropy in America is still three times as large, as a share of G.D.P., as philanthropy in the next closest country, the United Kingdom. But it is now accompanied by a gesture of surrender, a quiet disinvestment by some of America’s most successful and powerful people. Faced with evidence of frailty in the American project, in the institutions and norms from which they have benefitted, some are permitting themselves to imagine failure. It is a gilded despair.

As Huffman, of Reddit, observed, our technologies have made us more alert to risk, but have also made us more panicky; they facilitate the tribal temptation to cocoon, to seclude ourselves from opponents, and to fortify ourselves against our fears, instead of attacking the sources of them. Justin Kan, the technology investor who had made a halfhearted effort to stock up on food, recalled a recent phone call from a friend at a hedge fund. “He was telling me we should buy land in New Zealand as a backup. He’s, like, ‘What’s the percentage chance that Trump is actually a fascist dictator? Maybe it’s low, but the expected value of having an escape hatch is pretty high.’ ”

There are other ways to absorb the anxieties of our time. “If I had a billion dollars, I wouldn’t buy a bunker,” Elli Kaplan, the C.E.O. of the digital health startup Neurotrack, told me. “I would reinvest in civil society and civil innovation. My view is you figure out even smarter ways to make sure that something terrible doesn’t happen.” Kaplan, who worked in the White House under Bill Clinton, was appalled by Trump’s victory, but said that it galvanized her in a different way: “Even in my deepest fear, I say, ‘Our union is stronger than this.’ ”

That view is, in the end, an article of faith—a conviction that even degraded political institutions are the best instruments of common will, the tools for fashioning and sustaining our fragile consensus. Believing that is a choice.

I called a Silicon Valley sage, Stewart Brand, the author and entrepreneur whom Steve Jobs credited as an inspiration. In the sixties and seventies, Brand’s “Whole Earth Catalog” attracted a cult following, with its mixture of hippie and techie advice. (The motto: “We are as gods and might as well get good at it.”) Brand told me that he explored survivalism in the seventies, but not for long. “Generally, I find the idea that ‘Oh, my God, the world’s all going to fall apart’ strange,” he said.

At seventy-seven, living on a tugboat in Sausalito, Brand is less impressed by signs of fragility than by examples of resilience. In the past decade, the world survived, without violence, the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression; Ebola, without cataclysm; and, in Japan, a tsunami and nuclear meltdown, after which the country has persevered. He sees risks in escapism. As Americans withdraw into smaller circles of experience, we jeopardize the “larger circle of empathy,” he said, the search for solutions to shared problems. “The easy question is, How do I protect me and mine? The more interesting question is, What if civilization actually manages continuity as well as it has managed it for the past few centuries? What do we do if it just keeps on chugging?”

After a few days in New Zealand, I could see why one might choose to avoid either question. Under a cerulean blue sky one morning in Auckland, I boarded a helicopter beside a thirty-eight-year-old American named Jim Rohrstaff. After college, in Michigan, Rohrstaff worked as a golf pro, and then in the marketing of luxury golf clubs and property. Upbeat and confident, with shining blue eyes, he moved to New Zealand two and a half years ago, with his wife and two children, to sell property to H.N.W.I. who want to get “far away from all the issues of the world,” he said.

Rohrstaff, who co-owns Legacy Partners, a boutique brokerage, wanted me to see Tara Iti, a new luxury-housing development and golf club that appeals mostly to Americans. The helicopter nosed north across the harbor and banked up the coast, across lush forests and fields beyond the city. From above, the sea was a sparkling expanse, scalloped by the wind.

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It was Tytler’s belief democracies, by their very nature, could last little more than two centuries. While America has passed that mark, it is suffering the fate Tytler claimed would befall all democracies. He cited their fatal sequence as follows:

A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average age of the world’s greatest civilizations has been 200 years. These nations have progressed through this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith; From spiritual faith to great courage; From courage to liberty; From liberty to abundance; From abundance to selfishness; From selfishness to apathy; From apathy to dependence; From dependence back into bondage.

When presidential candidate Barack Obama was campaigning in 2008, he called the debt run up by President George W. Bush of approximately $500 billion “unpatriotic.”

One month into his presidency, Obama made a promise about the debt that he then failed to keep. On February 23, 2009, he stated, “…today I’m pledging to cut the deficit we inherited in half by the end of my first term in office. This will not be easy. It will require us to make difficult decisions and face challenges we’ve long neglected. But I refuse to leave our children with a debt that they cannot repay – and that means taking responsibility right now, in this administration, for getting our spending under control.”

White House media director Macon Phillips added, “This is big… And we’ll do it in a new way: honestly and candidly.”

Obama not only failed to cut the debt, he failed to get his own spending under control. It is estimated by the time he left office, the debt had tripled. Our children are now strapped with a debt they will most likely be unable to repay.

While some may seek to dismiss his spending as the cost of having to fight two wars, another startling reality about his presidency fully supports Tytler’s observation:  Obama has become the first president in our history to spend more money on welfare than on defense.

While Biden emphasized it was time to reinforce the values of Western democracy which he accused Putin of undermining, he totally ignored the undermining of the American work ethic that unlimited welfare has brought—evidenced by the debt the Obama administration has helped balloon.

As Tytler predicted, voters discovered they could “vote themselves largesse from the public treasury,” in this instance by voting for Obama and Biden. Similarly, voters in European democracies have learned to milk state treasuries.

Biden also commented at Davos that, since he is now leaving office, he will start to say what he thinks.

It is ironic politicians like Obama and Biden, who have been doling out benefits for years — in many cases to make the voters their party depends on dependent upon them — should now wish to sound the alarm about the damage to our democracy their own actions have wrought.

Lt. Colonel James G. Zumwalt, USMC (Ret.), is a retired Marine infantry officer who served in the Vietnam war, the U.S. invasion of Panama and the first Gulf war. He is the author of “Bare Feet, Iron Will–Stories from the Other Side of Vietnam’s Battlefields,” “Living the Juche Lie: North Korea’s Kim Dynasty” and “Doomsday: Iran–The Clock is Ticking.” He frequently writes on foreign policy and defense issues.