Of Pizza and Politics
When John Podesta’s emails were recently found to contain an inordinate number of references to “pasta” and “pizza,” it should have alarmed every American. It certainly should have alarmed some of our crack “journalists” in the mainstream media. “Pasta” and “Pizza” are long rumored to be code words for sex with children, and as someone who covered the Franklin Credit and other child sex scandals in my book, I know how common this ugly perversion is among the rich and powerful.
To cite a particular example from Podesta’s emails, consider how one of his friends was strangely concerned about a handkerchief which “has a map that seems pizza-related,” that had been left at a property. How can a map possibly be “pizza-related?” A disturbing photograph of two women and a little girl with pizza was sent to John Podesta, to which he replied, “It doesn’t get any better than this.” The women just happened to be reporters Laura Ling and Euna Lee, who’d been arrested in North Korea while investigating child trafficking. Shangrli-La Entertainment’s Steve Bing sent his private jet to pick up the two women, and none other than Bill Clinton flew back with them to the United States. You can’t make this stuff up.
John Podesta’s brother Tony is perhaps even creepier than he is. In one of Tony’s emails, he makes the curious statement, “Would love to get pizza for over an hour.” If that isn’t some kind of code, what is it? The email about the “pizza-related” map was sent by someone with the Sandler Foundation, which pays the very wealthy Tony Podesta some $7,000 per month.
The number of references in these emails to “pasta” and “pizza” is utterly staggering. These are One Percenters- they don’t eat like the common riff-raff. Do these elitists really hold that many pizza parties? And why always use the generic term “pasta,” instead of specifying which type of pasta dish? If you’re inviting someone for dinner, wouldn’t you say something more descriptive, like spaghetti or lasagna, instead of just “pasta?”
Instead of attracting the interest of erstwhile Lois Lanes in newsrooms all over the country, “Pizzagate” was “debunked” by the likes of The Washington Post, The New York Times, online establishment bodyguard Snopes and even Scott Adams of Dilbert fame. Adams admitted there was a “mountain of evidence” in the case, but attributed it to “confirmation bias.” Some of us, of course, would attribute the failure to accept such lurid allegations, by Adams or anyone else, to “normalcy bias.” The Washington Post kindly reminded us that “fake news hurts real people.” The normally feisty internet site Reddit banned all further discussions on the subject.
The whole “fake news” mantra threatens to supplant longtime establishment favorite “conspiracy theory” as the top means of discrediting the questioning of authorities. The “real people” the Post was so concerned about referred to James Achilles Alefantis, owner of the pizza parlor in question, Washington D.C.’s Comet Ping Pong. Alefantis is the former boyfriend of one of the mainstream media’s most reliable “journalists,” David Brock.
Comet Ping Pong was described by New York Magazine’s David Sax as “a hipster-heavy pizza parlor in the Upper Northwest with rough concrete walls, bathrooms hidden behind secret panels, and table tennis galore.” Hidden bathrooms? Doesn’t quite seem to fit in with a “kid friendly” restaurant. Alefantis’ Instagram account contained some disturbing posts (and comments). In one case, he called a picture of an infant a “hotard,” or combination whore and retard. In a truly appalling photograph, a very little girl was shown with her hands fastened to a table with masking tape.
In another Instagram picture, the bartender at “family friendly” Comet Ping Pong shared an image of a couple in the “69” sex position, nestled on top of a slice of pizza. Alefantis also posted lovely photos of a man french kissing an apparently dead dog, and a closeup of the eye of a dead pig. In a frightening image, Alefantis shared a photo of a large empty room, and the comments included one which said simply, “#killroom,” and a reply from Alefantis himself of “#murder.” Another comment mentioned “washing the room out.” According to some sources, this depraved businessman is the 49th most powerful person in Washington, D.C.
Marina Abramovic, who runs in the same circles as the Podestas, also made headlines recently with her “spirit cooking.” This “cooking” is related to the philosophy of satanist Aleister Crowley, and involves the use of menstrual blood, urine and sperm in the recipe. In a truly troublesome photo that graced the cover of Dust magazine, Abramovic was pictured with her hand covering the eyes of a small shirtless boy.
A screenshot of John Podesta in his office being interviewed revealed a frightening painting on the wall, depicting a man about to eat another. Tony Podesta’s home features a bizarre sculpture of a man bent over backwards, in a position identical to the way serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer posed one of his victims. There is also a seeming cage beneath their stairway, photos on the wall taken by Katy Grannan, “known for documentary-style pictures of naked teenagers,” and an excavated basement where they show “very complicated video pieces” on all four walls.
Alefantis also posted strange pictures of construction being done somewhere in his establishment. On one picture, which showed a large hole being dug at Comet Ping Pong, both Alefantis and others issued suspicious comments about “filling it” and having “lineups” there, while one joked that his hole “has been full for quite some time now.” The commentator referenced earlier, who responded to Alefantis’ picture of an empty room with “#killroom,” appears to regularly construct child-sized coffins, judging by his own Instagram account. There are, of course, different ways of interpreting these remarks, and these pictures, but the pattern is clear and cannot help but lead to frightening kinds of speculation.
Internet researchers- certainly no professional journalists- have discovered that James Alefantis never filed for a construction permit for the mysterious “holes” he shared photographs of on Instagram. They’ve also done some interesting work in tying the extensive system of underground tunnels in the same area together. The rabbit hole goes very deep here- with photos of the likes of John Podesta, Barack Obama and George W. Bush with a band aid on their left middle fingers, which connects to the legend of Hiram Abiff and the murky world of the Freemasons.
The late Dave McGowan wrote a terrifying series about the worldwide child sex trade, called “The Pedophocracy.” I devoted a chapter to this lurid subject in my book Hidden History. We know that this ugly predilection exists, and that it exists disproportionately among the rich and powerful. Child prostitution was rampant in upstanding Victorian London for instance, and there, as has been the case wherever they existed, they cost more than adults. Thus, only the wealthy could afford them.
What are we confronting here? The recent Wikileaks disclosures seem to hint at a secret elite interest in cannibalism, of all things. This takes the corruption well beyond pedophilia. The artwork the Podestas of the world possess, and their boldness in hinting of such depravity online, seem to provide textbook examples of the popular phrase “hiding in plain sight.”
Of all the subjects I’ve researched, none is more frightening than this one. None illustrates more clearly the extent of the corruption, and indeed the evil which good and decent people are confronted with here. Normalcy bias is very potent, and prevents most human beings from accepting such a diabolical reality.
Could there be an innocent explanation for all this? Well, it’s not entirely impossible. It’s also not entirely impossible that the most powerful men in America get together every summer in the mountains of California to worship a giant owl and conduct occult-tinged ceremonies, as an innocent means of relieving stress. Maybe this is all just innocent fun, that the unwashed masses can’t relate to.
Maybe the Podestas just have wildly eclectic tastes in artwork. Maybe James Alefantis is just one of those “real people” who have been slandered by false allegations. Fake news and all that. Wealth tends to breed eccentricity, so perhaps this is all beyond the comprehension of those who aren’t wealthy.
Pizza is probably my favorite food, and sometimes a pizza is just a pizza. But where there is this much smoke, there has to be some fire.