PSYOP (Patreon)

Over the course of my conversation with Kris, we discuss an impasse I had in Los Angeles. Here’s what happened: After The Franklin Scandal was published, my income started waning precipitously for a variety of reasons, and I was approaching insolvency at freefall speed. I decided that venturing to “Hollywood” in search of a documentary or narrative film deal for The Franklin Scandal was my last chance to salvage my wonderful, one-bedroom apartment in Greenwich Village. I had approximately 60 hours of footage of people who had been ensnared by The Franklin Scandal, and I thought a documentary would be the path of least resistance.

I networked and networked and networked. And I managed to schedule three meetings a day with showbiz executives in Los Angeles over the course of a week. I realized my sojourn to the West Coast was a throw of the dice, but it was my last recourse to salvaging my apartment. I felt inordinate pressure to leave L.A. with a “deal.”

Six months prior to my westward trek, I’d befriended a showbiz executive whose drug addiction had made him persona non grata at various studios. He had cleaned up his act and was attempting to resurrect his career in La La Land. He introduced me to pair of executives who were in their late twenties, and I met with one of them. I gave him a copy of The Franklin Scandal in the hope that he would read it.

A few days later, my friend who had run afoul of the industry forwarded me an email dialogue between the two young executives. In their email exchanges, they had decided what was true and what was false about The Franklin Scandal. Unfortunately, neither had read the book!

I met with a variety of executives over the course of that week. They were congenial, but none wanted to tangle with The Franklin Scandal—except for the vice president of an independent studio I met on my second day of pitching the story, which was a Tuesday. I met with him again on Friday afternoon. He initially struck me as a swashbuckling sort who might have the fortitude to follow through on a Franklin Scandal project. By that time, I was exhausted. Scheduling three meetings a day in the sprawl of L.A. required a great deal of driving and translated into 14-hour days.

I pumped myself up on caffeine for our second meeting, because he showed major interest in a Franklin Scandal documentary. Our second meeting went quite well, and I thought I was en route to the deal that would save my apartment.

Shortly after I met with the latter executive, I became entangled in Friday afternoon rush hour traffic on the 405, when I received a call from the executive’s assistant. He wanted me to return to their office. I thought that was an auspicious sign, because, perhaps, he had decided then and there on a deal. When I returned to their office, I was greeted by the studio’s vice president, who was uncharacteristically edgy. Within five or ten minutes of me departing his office, he received a voice modulated voicemail from the apparent number of the Boston FBI field office.

Although the voicemail encouraged him to pursue the Franklin Sandal story, it was nonetheless quite ominous. The next modulated voicemail he received was apparently from the number of the State Department, but it seemed to be from the same individual.

That studio used retired FBI agents as security personnel, and I told the executive to avoid contacting the FBI agents. But he didn’t listen to me. At that point, the threats became increasingly ominous, and he was followed and a death threat was dispensed. The executive ultimately descended into entropy. He gave up on a Franklin Scandal documentary and wouldn’t return my calls. He even had to take a leave of absence from the studio.

I’ve come to believe that the executive in question was subjected to psyop campaign. The ominous, voice modulated phone calls were supposedly from the good guys. And if the good guys are that ominous, then the bad guys must be out right nefarious.

I first embarked on The Franklin Scandal 21 years ago. During my first jaunt to Nebraska, I, too, received a death threat, and I’ve also experienced various types of threats since then, primarily over the phone.

The subject matter of The Franklin Scandal is so bizarre that people in publishing, most likely, didn’t need to be threatened, because they immediately retracted from the subject matter, labeling me as unhinged and the subject matter as a conspiracy theory. At this point, a Franklin Scandal documentary has been pitched to numerous studios, by highly accomplished individuals, and every studio or broadcasting platform has declined to tangle with the subject matter. The Wikipedia page on “Franklin child prostitution ring allegations” is in the hands of unscrupulous “editors,” who have ensured that the page cannot be changed and it reads like utter nonsense. FaceBook has also declared The Franklin Scandal to be a fiction. So, various parties, in my case, have worked on covering up The Franklin Scandal for 21 years.

Given the ironclad coverup of The Franklin Scandal for the two decades I’ve been enmeshed in the story, I wonder if other studios or platforms that have attempted to usher The Franklin Scandal to a larger audience have been threatened.

The Franklin Scandal is ultimately about a dark, malignant corner of our intelligence that compromises pedophilic powerbrokers, and it possesses the power to ensure that the Justice Department hierarchy pulls the springs to coverup that nasty little secret. In many ways, the Epstein scandal is a carbon copy of The Franklin Scandal. And once again, we see the Department of Justice protecting powerbroker pedophiles. The reason why The Franklin Scandal continues to be covered up all these years is because that dark malignant corner of intelligence continues to use children for honey traps. If Americans understood the full import of The Franklin Scandal and the Epstein scandal it's probably the only issue that could unite the right and the left to demand justice.

(I have not named the executive, because of his psychological meltdown and some of the difficulties he’s had since then.)