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  • Advocates vow to block Trump attack on millions of families and American democracy

    Advocates vow to block Trump attack on millions of families and American democracy

    Congress must reject “public charge” regulation, advocates urge   by the National Immigration Law Center   WASHINGTON, D.C.—Advocates for immigrant families and economic opportunity spoke out against a new Trump administration regulation that aims to prevent millions of families from accessing health care and other programs or risk denial of lawful permanent status in the

  • Lone shooters, terrorism, and semantics

    Lone shooters, terrorism, and semantics

    by Jon Rappoport   This is a big one. It’s so big, in fact, that many people will want to turn their backs on it and pretend it doesn’t and couldn’t exist. But it’s real. It does exist. No killing of innocent people can be called a “negligible statistic.” But what label do you apply

  • Film, consciousness, and mystery – first films ever made like dreams

    Film, consciousness, and mystery – first films ever made like dreams

    by Jon Rappoport   There is more mystery in two minutes of David Lynch’s Inland Empire than in all American films produced in the last 50 years. The first films ever made registered like dreams with audiences, and they were made with that idea in mind. (Watch Un Chien andalou (1928), by Spanish director Luis

  • Individual power and ethics: the conversation that never was

    Individual power and ethics: the conversation that never was

    by Jon Rappoport   It’s no accident that the concept of individual power is surrounded by clouds of timidity and fear and cultural resentment. People are warned that touching it produces a substantial electric shock. “Me? Individual power? I never said I was in favor of it. Great individual power? Don’t pin that on me.

  • The metaphysical dream and reality

    The metaphysical dream and reality

    by Jon Rappoport Hard showers of rain, sky clearing, warming temperatures, then cold, snow, quickly followed by the budding greenery of spring…a collision of seasons… I was walking in the woods and came to a small cottage. The door was open. There was just one room. The walls were lined with shelves, and books filled