Greg Palast - Fear for Sale

http://www.inthesetimes.com/site/main/article/fear_for_sale/

He covers alot here.

Here's a snippet:

When Mexico discovered ChoicePoint had its citizen files, the nation threatened company executives with criminal charges. ChoicePoint protested its innocence and offered to destroy the files of any nation that requests it.

But ChoicePoint, apparently, presented no such offer to the government of Venezuela, home of President Hugo Chavez.

Hugo Chávez drives George Bush crazy. Maybe it’s jealousy: Unlike Mr. Bush, Chávez won office by a majority of the vote. Or maybe it’s the oil. Venezuela sits atop a reserve rivaling Iraq’s. In Caracas, I showed Congressman Nicolas Maduro the ChoicePoint-Ashcroft agreement. Maduro, a leader of Chávez’s political party, was unaware that his nation’s citizen files were for sale to U.S. intelligence. But he understood their value to make mischief.

If the lists somehow fell into the hands of the Venezuelan opposition, it could im-measurably help their computer-aided drive to recall and remove Chávez. A Choice-Point flak said the Bush administration told the company they haven’t used the lists that way. The PR man didn’t say if the Bush spooks laughed when they said it. Our team located a $53,000 payment from our government to Chávez’s recall organizers, who claim to be armed with computer lists of the registered. What was practiced in Florida, without Choice-Point’s knowledge, could be retooled for Venezuela, then Brazil, Mexico and so on. Is Mr. Bush fighting a war on terror…or a war on democracy?

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who hold American values in contempt? The great unraveling is upon us.

about the Geneva Conventions . . . both are merely "laws of men" and must, therefore, bow to the "Law of God" under which BushCo operates . . . (Bush is God's chosen one, remember) . . . ignoring and/or trashing such trivialities is no problem at all for this gang . . . in fact, it's REQUIRED in order to fulfill the end times prophesies . . .

be afraid, people . . . be very, very afraid . . .