John Mark Dougan
Betrayal of Truth
An American cop exposes America’s deceit in Ukraine

When John Mark Dougan, an ex-Marine and seasoned police officer, could no longer stomach the rampant injustices in America's Criminal Justice system, he took a stand. The backlash was swift and fierce. As Dougan launched a network of whistleblower sites, giving voice to those officers who dared to defy the blue line, powerful forces from within the justice system mobilized against him.

Every corner of John's life was scrutinized, investigations morphed into witch hunts, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation finally descended upon his home. But Dougan, shaped by the crucible of the Marines and years of police and technological work, was no easy prey. Slipping into the shadows with a cunning disguise, he embarked on a high-stakes evasion with cars, boats and aircraft that spanned two nerve-wracking weeks.

Finding refuge in Russia, Dougan didn't settle into obscurity. Instead, he turned his incisive gaze toward a greater conflict. As the world's eyes darted between Russia and Ukraine, guided by puppet strings of powerful players like Victoria Nuland, corrupt President Biden his crime cadre and the military industrial complex, Dougan was on the ground, seeking truths hidden from the world by agencies and their media mouthpieces.

Dive deep into the heart of Donbass, where Dougan unveils the real motivations behind a conflict that has scarred its inhabitants for nearly a decade. Witness firsthand the heartaches, the battles, and the unyielding spirit of those trapped in the crossfire. In a world marred by deceit, this is your rare ticket to the raw, unfiltered truth.

DEDICATION

At its heart, this book is dedicated foremost to the brave and resilient people of Donbass. They are the very embodiment of courage, having endured years of relentless aggression and suffered unimaginable losses. Each story etched in these pages is a testament to their indomitable spirit, to their unbowed heads in the face of overwhelming odds.

To the mothers who weep for their lost children, the fathers who have seen their world shattered, the young ones forced to grow up amidst echoes of artillery fire – this book is for you. Each word here is a tribute to your unbroken spirit, to the dreams you've held onto, and to the hope you carry for a future filled with peace.

This book is also for the brave men and women of the Russian military, working tirelessly to help Donbass emerge from the shadows of a harsh occupation. This book is for the truth-seekers, who risk their safety and freedom to expose the reality of what's happening on the ground, standing defiant in the face of threats from their own Western governments.

And finally, this book is a beacon of hope, casting its light on the promise of a future where Donbass, renewed and rebuilt, becomes a part of a peaceful Russia. May the resilience of the Donbass people guide us towards that horizon, where happiness and the beauty of a tranquil life awaits them. This book is your story, your testament, and your unwavering beacon. It is an honor to tell it.

FORWARD, BY ALEXANDER DUGIN

America is Russia's main enemy, and this is not up for discussion. But today, a handful of marginal figures – liberals, globalists, apologists of a unipolar world – are speaking on America's behalf. However, as John Mark Dugan's book, speaking for the majority of ordinary Americans, shows – they do not share the positions of the liberal minorities who have seized power in the USA.

By dragging into the White House a left-wing globalist – liberal maniac Joe Biden, the liberal elites unleashed a bloody massacre in Eastern Europe, having previously created a Russophobic ideology of 'Ukrainianness', pumping Ukraine with weapons, and then colliding it with Russia. The United States of America has ultimately lost itself.

In unraveling the origins of the Ukrainian adventure, this American journalist, in his quest for truth, gets to the source not only of the Ukrainian drama, but also of all other tragedies of the last decades – to the current globalist top of the USA, pushing humanity into the abyss of universal chaos. Yet at the core of American identity, in its origins, lies a completely different philosophy – not liberal messianism or capitalist imperialism.

Americans are realists and pragmatists. For them, it is more important that everything works. This is the criterion of truth: it works. And for this, it is necessary to always speak the truth – in everything, first of all to oneself, otherwise the American pragmatic system begins to malfunction.

John Mark Dougan's book, speaking on behalf of and for the American majority, having lost itself in an endless series of liberal experiments, drowned in the lies of the current ruling elite, is dedicated to this search for truth.

This book is not only a way to convey the truth about the incredible crimes of American globalist minorities against humanity but also a tribute to those who fight this evil: about Russia, Russians, the heroes of Donbass, and those who stood on their side against liberal-globalist minorities.

Alexander G. Dugin

Philosopher and leader of the International “Eurasian Movement”

PROLOGUE

Smoke hung ominously in the air, beaten back only by the relentless rain that washed over the ruins of the “Ilich Metal and Steel Works” plant. Once a thriving hub of industry, the plant was now a twisted shell of its former self. I traipsed carefully through the wreckage, mindful of bomb craters and the unexploded cluster munitions that littered the ground.

The scene was apocalyptic. Massive cranes, once used to hoist 30 tons of goods, lay bent and twisted like pretzels by unseen fingers, their grandeur reduced to scrap by the unforgiving force of Russian munitions. They had been unleashed to quash an extremist Ukrainian enemy in Mariupol, where I now found myself.

Walking past the charred remains of a military vehicle, I paused, recognizing the telltale features of an American Humvee. "That's a Hummer!" I exclaimed to a fellow journalist. Closer inspection confirmed it, the independent suspension and portal axles clearly identifiable, along with the scorched insignia of the United States Marine Corps. This was a battlefield, and the American military had been here. Not boots on the ground per se, but their weapons that littered the ground. Rockets, shell casings, and even anti-tank missiles like the Javelin. The American government using taxpayer dollars to fund the bloodbath they created.

The evidence of intense fighting was everywhere–spent rockets, twisted brass shell casings, weapons of war, and the refuse of a fierce battle. A Ukrainian soldier's blood-soaked uniform caught my eye, cut with scissors in a futile attempt to save him. The man had miscalculated his enemy's ferocity, and I couldn't help but think of him pleading for entry at the gates of heaven, his life snuffed out in a cruel instant.

This wasn't an isolated tragedy; it was a symbol of a war that had left its mark everywhere. Discarded body armor, uniforms, boots–everywhere I looked, the remnants of violence were stained with the same deep crimson.

My attention shifted as I attempted to cross a bomb crater. I stepped onto a fallen steel beam, but the rain-slick surface betrayed me. My Lowa combat boot lost its grip, and I tumbled, landing a few feet below, but like a cat, on my feet. With a sickening "pop" that reverberated up my leg, I'd broken the bone above my big toe, a cruel repetition of the same injury that never properly healed from just a few months prior. But this was no time for self-pity. My foot would have to heal on its own; there were no crutches in a war zone.

For many months, my broken foot accompanied me as I walked through war zones, documenting the tragedy wrought by Ukrainian forces, under the direction and support of the American CIA. The horrors were innumerable, the devastation unthinkable. But how had I ended up in this place? As a former cop, I knew that facts and neutral observation were key. My reputation as a geopolitical expert on the West led me to seek the truth about the conflict.

Unlimited, unquestioned access was granted by the Russian Ministry of Defense, the Lugansk People's Republic (LPR), and Donetsk People's Republic (DPR). In total, I made 11 trips to all parts of the Donbass. I interviewed hundreds, saw the aftermath of violence and political corruption, and met brave souls whose stories were forever etched in my mind.

And yet, when I sought to share the truth, censorship struck. Not by the Russian government as many in the west would like to claim. No, the Russian government never told me what to write. They never said what I could or could not publish. They had no demands and gave no guidelines. When I was given my press passes, the only thing I was told was, “Be careful out there, bring body armor and helmet and go discover the truth for yourself.”

Ironically, the only censorship was by the “Land of Free Speech,” the American government. In their thirst to control information, their minions had YouTube delete my channel, hiding behind claims of "misinformation" or "hate speech." The American government, it seemed, didn't want these truths exposed.

Who am I, you may ask, this American man that finds himself in the throes of the tumultuous Donbass, penning reports beneath the shadow of war? I am none other than John Mark Dougan.

Once upon the time, I wore the dressed blues uniform of a proud United States Marine. After, I wore the star of a Deputy Sheriff, sworn to protect and serve the people of my homeland.

But now, I find myself a renegade, a fugitive in a foreign land. Forced into exile, I sought refuge where I could, far from the overreaching grasp of those to which I once pledged my allegiance.

“Why,” you ask? Because I dared to reveal the crimes festering beneath the polished surface of my government, to strip away the carefully constructed facade of righteousness and expose the decay within. Political asylum became my lifeline, my only respite from the relentless pursuit of those who sought to silence my voice.

POLITICAL ASYLUM IN MOSCOW

Let’s rewind to April 7th, 2016. The chilly Moscow winter greeted me as I disembarked from the plane in 2016, the biting cold a stark reminder of the drastic shift my life had taken. Leaving my past as a Deputy Sheriff and former Marine behind, I found myself on unfamiliar soil, my status transformed from protector to fugitive. You can read more about this in my first book, BadVolf.

My journey had been fraught with risks and threats, escaping from the very institutions I'd pledged my loyalty to back in the United States. Now, I was seeking asylum in a foreign land, a desperate attempt to outrun the corrupt law enforcement and FBI.

The city of Moscow, with its pulsating energy, was both a new refuge and a battleground. As much as it represented my escape, it was also a stark reminder of the perilous dance with danger I was still entwined in.

My sanctuary, an apartment in the heart of Moscow, became a crucible where my despair and nostalgia were molded into resolution. The cost of my freedom, reflected in the void left by my fragmented family, was a constant companion, the heartache spurring me on rather than holding me back.

A few days later, with the help of a friend’s journalist husband, I entered the offices of the “Evening Moscow” newspaper with my story. The skepticism was palpable, the hardened journalists struggling to digest my harrowing tale. Yet as the facts checked out, shock replaced disbelief. My escape and survival against the system I'd once sworn to uphold was now inked onto Russian paper for the world to see.

When the Ukraine war broke out in February 2022, I had found a new direction. Inspired by my previous life as a Deputy Sheriff, I decided to embark on a career as a war journalist. The parallels were impossible to ignore – both roles demanded objectivity, a keen eye for facts, and a commitment to unbiased truth.

The dark underbelly of the American and Ukrainian political systems was laid bare. It was then that the CIA resurfaced, a menacing reminder of the world I had left behind.

My mission evolved as I delved deeper into the complex layers of corruption, both in the United States and Ukraine. I found myself confronted with the grim realities of governments that had lost their way. The incessant hum of the American war machine was deafening, fueled by a twisted narrative that served the interests of the powerful in Washington, not the people of either nation.

The puppeteers, often unseen but ever-present, manipulated the masses through a relentless assault of misinformation, amplified by the voices of mainstream media outlets. The American public was unwittingly drawn into a deceptive trance, their perceptions skewed and their trust exploited.

In the midst of this intricate web of deceit and manipulation, certain names rose to prominence. Joe Biden, a puppet of the deep state, and his son Hunter, who accepted vast sums from Ukrainian corporations in a gross demonstration of bribery and corruption. The roles they played were emblematic of a system spiraling out of control, the principles of democracy lost amidst the blind pursuit of power and wealth.

And then there was Victoria Nuland, her fingerprints all over the Ukraine crisis. She played a significant role in the overthrow of the elected president in 2014, her actions a stark testament to the ruthless ambition driving the deep state. Adding to the cloak-and-dagger operations, the establishment of biological laboratories all over Ukraine bore her imprint, further testament to the complex and shady dealings I found myself fighting against.

In this new battlefield of words and truth, I found my purpose as a soldier reforged. I was no longer simply battling an enemy on the physical front but against the corrosion of truth and the cancer of corruption infecting the core of government systems. With every article, every video and every revelation, I was fighting for the truth, exposing the rot within and seeking justice for the people.

In my book, I will guide you through the shadowed chambers of power in Washington, DC, where the true story of Ukraine lies hidden. It's a tale of corruption, betrayal, and greed, a world manipulated by politicians who see nations as mere pawns in their grand game.

Ukraine, sold out by its government and betrayed by the West, is now a broken land. But the truth refuses to remain silent. Join me as I reveal a hidden world, a place where America's covert involvement is laid bare, a story that demands to be told. But first, you must accompany me on a journey through history, a crucial lesson that will shed light on how this war ignited, hidden by the American government and mouthpieces of the Western media. We must explore the underlying drivers and variables of this complex and multifaceted conflict.

Only by understanding its roots, the political machinations, and the dark ambitions that fueled the flames, can we truly comprehend the war itself. Our expedition through Ukraine's past is not just essential; it's the key to unlocking the present. Prepare yourself for an unvarnished look through my own eyes at a nation torn apart, a tale woven with intrigue, treachery, and a pursuit for power that has altered the course of history.

JOE BIDEN ADMINISTRATION’S PROPAGATION OF WAR IN UKRAINE

The Joe Biden administration's propagation of conflict in Ukraine might be viewed by some as an unplanned drift into dangerous territory, but the seasoned eye sees a different story altogether. The truth lies in a carefully orchestrated strategy, a dark political ballet choreographed by key figures such as Victoria Nuland. It's a spectacle that pulls the U.S. closer and closer to an international quagmire, with Ukraine at the eye of the storm.

This is not new terrain for the United States; the nation has a long history of such intricate plots, where wars are carefully staged by unseen puppeteers. Behind the façade of political leadership lurks the ever-present and all-powerful military-industrial complex, those who profit from the bloody toll of conflict. The stage is crowded with players, everyone profiting from war except the average American taxpayer, whose sweat fuels the machinery of this grand, dark spectacle. Oh, and except the poor souls that end up with destroyed lives, or worse; slaughtered.

The Biden era serves as the perfect backdrop for this unfolding drama. A seasoned political veteran, Joe Biden, with his long and complex history advocating for American military interventions, becomes the central figure in this shadowy play. His story is a tale written in the dark ink of international politics, one that mirrors past deceptions like the false claims of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq or discredited allegations in Syria.

The role of the media in this elaborate ruse is the most insidious aspect, twisting and molding the narrative to suit the government's needs. It's manipulation on a grand scale, a psychological operation that has proven its effectiveness time and again. The stories of real people like my friend, Daria Dugina, the terrorist attacks on infrastructure like the Nordstream pipeline or Kerch bridge, and the bombing of civilian targets are just pieces of an ever-expanding puzzle.

But this plot is not confined to the realm of fiction. The real, human cost is palpable in the lives disrupted and shattered by conflict. The cities and villages of Ukraine and the Donbass region bear the scars of a war they never sought, becoming the collateral damage in a merciless game of power.

The rivers of blood running through battle-scarred streets speak to an insatiable lust for power and gain emanating from Washington, where each death and each shattered family are tallied as acceptable losses in the grand scheme of American geopolitics. The human cost becomes a distant concern overshadowed by political triumphs and strategic advantages.

As this drama unfolds, with all its labyrinthine intricacies and geopolitical sagas, the true victims must not be forgotten. The innocent lives caught in this storm serve as a grim reminder of our shared humanity and our collective responsibility to strive for a world where compassion is not eclipsed by power, where politics doesn't drown out the cries of the innocent.

This situation, with its layers of deceit, manipulation, and calculated brutality, would fit well within the narrative of the best novel. The underlying message remains the same: the cost of war is measured not in political victories but in human lives, dreams shattered, and innocence lost.

Meanwhile, back in the corridors of Washington, where secrets whisper and allegiances shift like shadows, the decay of principles once held sacred becomes a chilling testament to a nation's faltering soul. At the center, President Joe Biden stands, his son a pawn in a game of influence and deception, where millions funnel into hidden accounts and truth becomes the casualty of a calculated and treasonous agenda.

Ukraine is a land filled with strife and conflict, a stage ripe for the orchestrations of politicians and Warhawks. It is here, in this ancient battleground, that Joe Biden and his administration conducts their dark symphony. The invitation to Ukraine into NATO, an act that would unquestionably light the fires of chaos and shatter the already fragile equilibrium.

Behind the stoic façades of power, a monstrous act unfolds, a betrayal steeped in the shadows, in dark whispers and unspoken promises. It's an opening gambit in a treacherous game where life and death are mere chips on the board.

Yet the tendrils of this deception stretch far, reaching the enigmatic lands of China, where hidden allegiances are forged, and secret agreements are sealed with a handshake that reeks of betrayal. Millions of dollars in bribes to the Biden Crime family flow like rivers of poison, puppet strings are drawn taut, and economic chaos ensues, orchestrated in darkness and deceit. Let me tell you a little story that is unfolding before our eyes. It goes a little something like this:

A STORY OF SANCTIONS

In the cold expanses of Ukraine, battle lines were drawn, and allegiances tested. Russia’s Special Military Operation triggered the U.S. to respond with sanctions – not merely economic sanctions but a weaponization of the dollar itself. This currency, once a symbol of stability and power, became an instrument of control, and the US used it to justify the theft of $650 billion dollars from Russia.

Janet Yellen, a woman whose tenure as the Secretary of the U.S. Treasury can only be described as complete idiocy, struggled to articulate what had become an increasingly indefensible position. The once formidable U.S. dollar, weaponized through relentless sanctions, had been used like a blunt instrument against friend and foe alike. But in a move reeking of miscalculation by the Biden administration, it was now causing a backlash of massive proportions. And yet, she knew the gamble. Yellen acknowledged that the use of financial sanctions “could undermine the hegemony of the dollar” in the future, but promised that Washington was using this “important tool” judiciously and with the backing of its allies.

Her voice wavered as she acknowledged the reality that was becoming all too clear to those who had guided this policy. The sanctions, once viewed as a strategic masterstroke, were now revealed as a clumsy blunder. The weight of the decision, and the magnitude of its folly, hung heavily in the air.

The decision to wield the dollar in this manner against a nation as powerful as Russia, a country with such vast and important resources provided to the world, was akin to cutting off the nose to spite the face. Her reason? She decided that no other currency was ready to replace the dollar. Instead, the claimed there would only be a "small risk" of inflation, and that it would be "manageable."

It had been a gambit, a play to assert dominance, but the calculations had been grievously wrong. Instead of bowing to American will, nations were recoiling, seeking alternatives, and challenging the very foundation of the dollar’s supremacy.

In her eyes, a glimmer of realization betrayed the gravity of their mistake. Hyperinflation, once a theoretical risk, was now a looming storm on the horizon, a self-inflicted wound threatening to ravage the American economy.

The assembled faces in the room stared back at her, a mix of disbelief and dread settling over those who understood the risks. And though I wasn’t there, I, a novice in economic theory, understood the risks. How could she not?

The enormity of their error was settling in, and the once-unthinkable question was now at the forefront of their minds: Had their hubris, their blind reliance on the power of the dollar, led them to a precipice from which there was no return? The silence in the room spoke volumes, a damning indictment of a strategy gone terribly awry. Still, the Biden administration stuck by this decision, trying to shine its best light upon it, in a manner akin to putting lipstick on a pig.

The U.S. and its allies targeted not just Russia as a nation but individuals, holding them hostage to its policies. Athletes, artists, and entire sectors became pawns, The United States even led the charge for countries to steal personal assets and property from rich Russians individuals who were singled out. An economic warfare was waged.

But something was different this time. The world did not follow suit. From the far reaches of the globe, nation after nation chose non-cooperation. They’d seen the dollar’s power and were no longer willing to be subjugated by it. In an unprecedented twist, the U.S. found itself isolated, a solitary crusader in a world drifting away.

China’s whispers of change were now a clarion call. The world was waking up, realizing that the dollar’s reign could no longer be maintained. When the Ukraine war broke out, the game changed, and the U.S.’s miscalculation was about to come home to roost.

The shockwave spread as nations refused to condemn Russia. The dollar’s dominion was challenged, and a realization dawned: the weaponization of the dollar had created a vulnerability.

The first hints of rebellion were subtle. BRICS nations and the Global South began to realize that their reliance on the U.S. dollar had become a leash, controlled by powers that did not have their best interests at heart.

In Africa, the influence of the Wagner Group, Russia’s private military company, spread across two dozen countries. Their activities ranged from fighting insurgents to supporting governments. This created bonds and alliances, adding to a rising discontent with U.S. foreign policy.

In South America, Asia, and beyond, the signs were clear. Countries that once bowed to the U.S. were now questioning its authority, recognizing that the weaponization of the dollar was not just about policy; it was about control.

Gold, that eternal symbol of stability, became a refuge. Central banks, wary of the U.S. dollar’s decline, began hoarding gold at an unprecedented rate. This was not mere economic prudence; it was a declaration of intent, a clear sign that trust in the U.S. was waning.

The world’s central banks were de-dollarizing at record rates, preparing for a future where the U.S. did not hold sway. They were seeing the writing on the wall, understanding that the global system was breaking down.

As the rebellion spread, the U.S. economy began to feel the impact. Seventy percent of its GDP reliant on consumption, a high standard of living maintained by the exorbitant privilege of the reserve currency – all of it was now threatened.

Inflation, once a distant concern, began to rise, eroding the average American’s purchasing power. Interest rates climbed, making the $31 trillion debt pile a crushing burden. The economy, so long buoyed by the dollar’s dominance, was faltering.

Washington was in turmoil. Politicians, once confident in their global supremacy, were now scrambling. There was denial, anger, bargaining – but the tide had turned.

The political elite’s efforts to maintain control were desperate and transparent. They clung to old alliances, tried to forge new ones, but the world was moving on. The weaponization of the dollar, once a tool of influence, had become a symbol of oppression.

Yellen had a ‘come to Jesus’ moment, in which she admitted she was wrong. During a speech, She decried, "As I mentioned, there have been unanticipated and large shocks to the economy that have boosted energy and food prices, and supply bottlenecks that have affected our economy badly, that I didn’t at the time didn’t fully understand. But we recognize that now the federal reserve is taking the steps that it needs to take." But the damage had been done.

From China’s strategic moves to Saudi Arabia’s new partnerships, the world was realigning. The oil markets, once dominated by the dollar, were starting to shift. New agreements were forged, currencies other than the dollar were used, and a new order began to take shape.

The 40 percent of the world’s oil reserves under U.S. sanctions became a rallying point, a symbol of a policy that had overreached. And with a full third of the world’s GDP under similar constraints, the rebellion was no longer a fringe movement; it was a global uprising.

This was the turning point, the moment when the U.S. lost control. It was the moment when the world realized that the dollar’s weaponization was not an act of strength but one of weakness.

The rebellion was not just about economics; it was about sovereignty, dignity, and the right to forge one’s destiny. The U.S., in its quest for control, had lost the very thing it sought to maintain. The empire’s decline had begun, and a new era was dawning. The world had awakened, and there was no going back.

China, Russia and the other BRICS+ nations were on the rise, dictating terms, and forging alliances…

And this is where we are in the story. Here’s the rest of the story to come:

Hyperinflation gripped the nation, and the once-mighty dollar was in freefall. A collapse that was once unthinkable was now inevitable. A new order was emerging, a multipolar world that left the U.S. behind.

In the intricate dance of global politics, the U.S. had stumbled, tripped by its own feet. The weaponization of the dollar was not just an economic strategy; it was a betrayal of trust. Nations and individuals had been held hostage, forced to dance to a tune that was not their own. The world had awakened, and a new era had begun, one where the dollar’s dominion was a relic of a bygone age, a cautionary tale for future generations. The lesson was clear, and the world had learned it well: power is fleeting, and empires, no matter how grand, can be brought down by their own hubris.

The End. Or is it?

THE TRUE TOLL OF SANCTIONS

It was before the first sparks of war ignited, as the United States stood on the precipice, brandishing sanctions like a saber. When I took to the podium in the Moscow Civic Chamber in April 2022, echoing this very story as a prediction, the weight of my words resonated in the hall, a forewarning, a harbinger of what was to come. Of course, the grim conclusion was but a fragment of my own speculation, a darkly imagined future. Yet time has borne out the accuracy of my predictions to this date.

I think any discerning observer, free from the shackles of bias, can perceive the tragic unfolding of events that led to this unthinkable demise. It’s my opinion that the collapse of the United States will echo through the annals of history, a story to be recounted in scholarly dissertations. It will be a cautionary tale, a narrative etched in the very fabric of human understanding; a once-mighty nation, brought to its knees, not by an external foe but by its own arrogance. By the very instrument it had employed with such relentless vigor, its once-coveted dollar, now the agent of its downfall.

The irony is as poignant as it is painful, a stark reminder of the perils of overreach. The tale of America’s fall will be a legacy both mourned and studied, a testament to the folly of power unchecked sanctions against Russia, postured with righteous indignation, reveal a sinister truth. It becomes clear, even to the most naïve observer, that the wounds inflicted upon Russia are but scratches compared to the damage wrought in the West.

But the questions become more pressing, more urgent. Who is the true benefactor from this disaster? Who gains from the economic havoc? Certainly not the people United States.

The answer, like a dragon lurking in the clouds, flies into view: China.

As American and European manufacturing giants falter, Chinese industry moves in, swift and relentless. In industry after industry, once thriving Western manufacturers are guilted into withdrawal from the Russian market, replaced by a burgeoning Chinese dominance that explodes in the wake of Biden's ill-conceived sanctions.

The effects ripple across the globe, a shockwave of betrayal that resonates from Washington to Moscow and Beijing. Visa and Mastercard fled, retreating like defeated soldiers, only to be replaced by the Chinese Unionpay payment system. American and European automotive manufactures, pressured to leave the Russian market, create a vacuum that causes the Chinese automotive industry to swoop in. The result? 140 million potential customers who never before considered driving a Chinese-made automobile, now discovering the new breed of Chinese cars are beautiful, luxurious and priced far below their western counterparts. From 5 % share of the Russian market to 60 %, a staggering 833 % increase from the start of sanctions, Chinese automotive markets have exploded, dominating sales. And with every ruble being dumped into the Chinese auto market, they are getting so much better. I speak from experience, I sold my Land Rover and bought a Chinese SUV.

In a world reeling from the shock of change, the Chinese are seizing control, reshaping the economic landscape. Their eyes are set on the prize, the opportunity to purchase Russian oil and gas at prices far below the market value. With access to cheaper energy, their manufacturing costs plummet, and as the American dollar spirals into chaos, Chinese profit margins soar.

This pattern repeats like a haunting refrain, a melody of deceit and replacement, where Western giants fall, and Chinese dominion rises. As the stage is set, the pieces moved, a new dynamic of financial power takes shape.

But the game goes deeper, the stakes higher. The once-mighty dollar, a symbol of American dominance, teeters on the brink, the confidence in US treasuries shaken by alternative alliances like the BRICS, and the trust of nations crumbles.

The cost of this betrayal, this wound to the very heart of America, is immeasurable. Lives are sacrificed on the altar of greed, principles are cast aside like broken toys, and the world looks on, some with eyes wide in ignorance, others with eyes narrowing in knowledge and suspicion.

Institutions that once stood as beacons of truth and justice are twisted and distorted, pawns in a game that transcends ethics and borders. The machinery of the U.S. government, once a symbol of integrity, is perverted into a weapon of corruption.

And this is where the revelation, the hidden twist in this convoluted story, comes into play. The knowledge that the very leader of the nation, sworn to protect and uphold its values, is tainted by the corruption that has become synonymous with his actions.

Evidence emerges, discovered only by those who still cling to a sense of justice, documents that pull back the veil on a secret that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who dares to comprehend it. Joe Biden, the President of the United States, and his corrupt family, accepting $10 million in bribes from the Chinese government.

Suddenly, the pattern makes a chilling sense, a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a disturbing question. Were the sanctions against Russia, the orchestration of economic downfall in the West, all a calculated move, part of a grander scheme? A scheme to cripple American and European manufacturing, to send business scurrying into the waiting arms of the Chinese, to undermine the very fabric of the Western economy?

In looking at the damage done to America, the lack of effect it’s had on Russia and the business driven to the Chinese, I can’t help but to conclude that somehow, these sanctions, these measures once thought to be acts of defiance against Russia, were never aimed at Moscow. They were merely pawns in a game, a bitter betrayal orchestrated by those within the very heart of American power.

The disbelief, the shock of my conclusion is palpable, but the pieces fit. The intricate dance of global politics, the shadowy machinations that manipulate the destiny of nations, all lead to this single, inescapable truth.

But how could it be? How could a leader, trusted with the welfare of his people, become entangled in such a web of deceit? The answers lie buried in the backroom deals by a corrupt ruling class in Washington, in the corrupt alliances that transcend borders and loyalties, all ignored and covered up by a corrupt mainstream media for as long as they possibly could.

However, as the truth begins to unfurl, like a nightmarish tapestry, the implications are far-reaching and terrifying. The very stability of the world order is at stake, the alliances and agreements that have shaped the modern era are in jeopardy. Trust is eroded, replaced by suspicion and fear, as nations eye one another warily, wondering where the next betrayal might come from.

The Chinese, long considered an emerging power, have played their hand skillfully, exploiting the weaknesses and ambitions of a leader willing to sell his country's soul for personal gain. The Russian sanctions, it seems, were merely a diversion, a smokescreen to conceal a more profound and insidious strategy.

The world watches, stunned and disbelieving, as the extent of the treachery is laid bare. Questions arise, investigations are launched, but the damage is done. The reverberations are felt across the globe, as the trust that once bound nations together crumbles to dust.

In the end, it is not just a tale of a nation's fall, but of a world thrown into turmoil, of principles abandoned, and of a desperate, dangerous game where the stakes are nothing less than the future itself. It’s the destruction of an entire nation for the paltry sum of $10 million bucks, to satisfy the greed of one man and his family.

The lesson, if there is one to be gleaned from this tragic narrative, is a somber reminder of the fragility of trust, the corruptible nature of power, and the unending vigilance required to maintain the integrity of a system that, once tainted, may never fully recover.

It's a warning, a call to action for those who still believe in the ideals that once defined a great nation. The road to redemption is long and fraught with peril, but it's a journey that must be undertaken, for the alternative is a path that leads to darkness, where the very soul of humanity may be lost forever.

SHADOWS OVER BURISMA – A DANCE OF DECEPTION AND POWER

Digging deeper into the labyrinthine intricacies of Biden's political life reveals a trail of cash leading to Ukraine–a trail marked by of corruption and money laundering. Accusations have been hurled about taxpayer dollars being funneled into the pockets of corrupt Ukrainian politicians and oligarchs. Shadowy offshore accounts have been whispered about, accounts that purportedly held funds for both Biden and his son, Hunter. As we know now, these whispers are true.

The Biden crime family and current players in his deep-state administration are corrupt to the core. The exploitation of Ukraine's resources, the siphoning off of its wealth, the plundering of its assets were all part of the plan. American companies, politicians, and power-brokers were involved in a game of theft on an industrial scale, a looting of a nation's treasure with impunity. With Biden, and his crime family, the hunger for power bled ideals dry and morality took a backseat to personal gains. A case in point – Hunter Biden's appointment to the Board of Directors at Burisma Holdings, the Ukrainian giant in the gas game.

Son of the then Veep, Joe Biden, Hunter was an anomaly – a high-roller with no qualification or reason to be on that board. His credentials? Zip. Nada. Zero in energy or Ukrainian affairs. Yet, there he was, ensconced in a cushy seat with a fat paycheck that would make a mob boss blush. The deal stank of corruption – Ignored, rotting, festering under the noses of those bastards supposed to be the vanguards of truth.

Viktor Shokin, the Ukrainian prosecutor, smelled the same stink. The guy had the balls to dig into the cesspool of Burisma, sniffing out trails of laundered American dough, taxpayer dollars handed out like candy in the form of salaries, grants and loans. His bullseye was on the big question – what was Hunter Biden's role in this whole corrupt circus?

But here's the kicker, in a twist that would give the best novelist a run for their money, Shokin was canned. Who was twisting the knife? Good ol' Joe Biden, who conveniently bragged about his role in the prosecutor's dismissal. The stench of corruption was overpowering, a father shielding his son from the fallout, safeguarding the family interests.

Here was America, self-appointed global watchdog against corruption, engaging in it and covering it up, its own high-profile citizens stuck knee-deep in the muck they were supposed to prevent. Irony, or just a sorry reality of international politics?

Beneath Ukraine's cold exterior lay a treasure trove, a bounty of natural gas that had Europe foaming at the mouth. The race was on to control this resource, to dictate the terms, to gain the upper hand in the world's oldest game – power.

Navigating this labyrinth of deceit was Marina, a high-level employee of Burisma, with a spine of steel, ready to take on the powers that be. When I made contact with her via VK social media, the first seeds of a possible explosive revelation were sown. Over time, a rapport was built, an exchange proposed – her story for safe passage out of Ukraine.

Beneath the dour February drizzle, Marina came forth from the gray abyss, straddling the treacherous line between valor and vulnerability. A pawn in this cloak-and-dagger charade of corruption, she was a vital link, a conduit ready to lay bare the underbelly of the grotesque puppet show of bribery and political corruption. Surreally, I found myself neck-deep in the gritty world of international power games, navigating the maze of the deep state. Politics, especially on the global stage, was a fucking mire of secret deals and veiled agendas.

As Marina laid out the blueprints to this whole rotten operation, I found myself sinking further into the mire. She cracked open the glossy façade of Burisma's Cyprus front, exposing it for what it really was – a smokescreen to shield a seedy money-laundering operation from prying eyes, taking advantage of the island nation's lax banking oversight. The real hub of this corrupt behemoth was tucked away in the serpentine alleys of Kiev.

I prodded her for the big fish, and Marina didn't disappoint. Names that had been nothing more than whispered rumors and cryptic references in coded dossiers sprang forth – Alexander Gorbunenko, Yury Gaudich, and Taras Burdeinyi. Hunter Biden, not a boss per se but an influencer, a puppeteer in the guise of a board member, wielding power and control like a seasoned maestro.

Marina's tale was punctuated with fleeting encounters with familiar faces – Joe Biden, the man behind the curtain; Hunter Biden, a charmer and a player who knew just what strings to pull; Devon Archer, a constant in this twisted narrative. She spoke of Mykola Zlochevsky, the elusive puppeteer who ghosted to England as Hunter Biden's role in the company firmed up.

The mention of Viktor Shokin, the dogged prosecutor hot on Burisma's tail, caused a noticeable shiver in Marina. She spun tales of frenzied board meetings, desperate phone calls to Hunter and Joe Biden, and the abrupt, almost magical end to the investigation. It costs Burisma millions in bribes to the Bidens, but Burisma was more than willing to foot the bill to keep the dirty money flowing.

Marina was a ticking time bomb, ready to blow the lid off the rampant corruption that snaked its way through Burisma. But there was a catch – she wanted safety in Russia, for her and her family. The fear was palpable in her eyes as she spoke, a silent acknowledgment of the monstrous consequences that would follow her disclosures.

At Marina’s request, I interviewed her and made a YT video about her plight, trying to get help from the public to get her to safety, raising money to do so via GoFundMe. But the deal was cut short. In an unbelievable breach by GoFundMe, a site helping to raise money to get Marina and her family out of Ukraine, the damn fools had caved to the FBI who inquired about Marina's identity. The echo of treachery reverberated through to Marina's doorstep. Operatives, likely sent by Burisma's top brass tipped off by the FBI, ripped through her home, snatching her documents and a laptop – the very evidence she was going to hand over in exchange for a safe passage. Ant that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The raid left Marina battered and scarred, a stark reminder of the fearsome forces she had dared to defy. Marina was more than just a source, a whistleblower, or an informant. She was a walking testament to the raw brutality meted out to those brave enough to spit in the face of corruption. Marina's story unfolded as an eerie tale of courage, sacrifice, and the exorbitant price of truth in a world shrouded in lies and deceit. I finally got her to Moscow, but not without dire consequences.

Marina's grim tale unveiled an undeniable web of deceit. This shadowy network had Joe Biden ensnared, manipulated with the precision of a master puppeteer. Hunter Biden, his son, was a key player in Burisma's game, used thwart investigations into corruption and to whitewash a stream of laundered state money, donated by the suckers who pay taxes in the good ‘ol USA. It wasn't conjecture; it was the disgraceful truth. This dubious affair wasn't just a scandal waiting to erupt – it was the noose that the Democrats, the Washington elite and the military-industrial complex cinched around Joe Biden's neck, a tool of coercion as subtle as it was powerful.

Knowledge, they say, is power. In this case, the Washington powerbrokers knew enough to make a man dance to their tune. With the incriminating facts about Hunter's role in Burisma in their hands, they kept Joe Biden on a short leash. The threat of exposure was the whip they wielded, each crack a stark reminder of the scandal that could topple the Biden empire.

And then there was the saga of Viktor Shokin. The Ukrainian prosecutor had Burisma under his microscope, a keen eye tracing the lines of corruption that crisscrossed the company's operations. But his investigations were abruptly halted when he was shown the door, and guess who was holding it open? Joe Biden. The Vice President's involvement in Shokin's dismissal wasn't just a red flag–it was a bloody banner waving in the wind for all to see. It was an indelible stain on his record that screamed cover-up and collusion.

The military-industrial complex saw this. They saw a man mired in a scandal, a man desperate to protect his son, a man they could bend to their will. The threat of unmasking the extent of Biden's involvement in Burisma and the Shokin dismissal was enough to steer him. And steer him they did. Their compass pointed towards Ukraine, and Joe Biden, caught in their vice-like grip, had no choice but to follow their course, a puppet dancing on the strings of the puppeteers.

Hunter Biden's role in Burisma, the Ukrainian energy company, was not an isolated incident; it was a symptom of a larger disease, a manifestation of the greed, the corruption, and the moral decay that had infested the system.

But the twisted tale of Shokin, Burisma, and the Bidens was merely the prologue, the opening act in a drama of global proportions. The threads of corruption and manipulation reached far beyond the borders of Ukraine, weaving a complex web that ensnared not just individuals but entire nations. As the layers of deceit were peeled back, a larger, more terrifying picture began to emerge. It was a scenario chilling and fraught with danger.

Russia, ever watchful and calculating, saw the storm gathering on the horizon–a storm that threatened to engulf the entire region in chaos and conflict. The stakes were being raised, and the game was shifting into a perilous new phase, events that would challenge the very fabric of international relations.

For Russia, the heart of the tempest held three interlocking events, disjointed at first glance but forming a deadly triad of Western meddling when viewed through the lens of Moscow, coalesce into a triad of Western interference that is simply too overwhelming to ignore.

First in line, the shadowy U.S. sponsorship of biological laboratories in Ukraine added a nightmarish twist to the plot. These secretive facilities, contracted by none other than the Department of Defense, were focused on crafting biological weapons aimed at Russian citizens. The revelation was chilling, a new and horrifying move in a perilous geopolitical chess game.

Next, the deceitful American interference in Ukraine's internal politics, a game played with the brutal precision of a Cold War chess match. The financing and masterminding of the Maidan coups, a removal of Ukraine's democratically elected president to replace him with a Western-leaning puppet, Poroshenko, was a maneuver worthy of the most ruthless espionage novels. The realpolitik of this age was laid bare in stark relief, as dark as the cold Siberian nights.

What was the fallout? The emergence of ultra-violent extremist factions like Bandarites and Azov Regiment – groups designated as terrorist organizations by both Russian and the United States Congress, normalizing the cancerous tendrils of Naziism while mercilessly hunting down ethnic Russian citizens in the Donbass region. And who stood behind this bloody curtain? The Ukrainian government, the covert hand of Uncle Sam’s intelligence agencies, Victoria Nuland and friend, and the unknowing complicity of the American taxpayer.

Lastly, the unyielding push of NATO into Ukraine formed the third and final act of this ominous drama. Even the most seasoned U.S. politicians, those with the knowledge and foresight to see the big picture, knew that this was an invitation to war, a call that was far too potent and far too treacherous for Russia to ignore. It was like watching a tragic play unfold on the world stage, a story whose ending was known but where everyone was rendered powerless to stop the inexorable march toward catastrophe.