Dirtiest Trials of the Twentieth Century The Who's Who Worldwide Registry Tragedy
Thomas FX Dunn again shows why he is the worst lawyer, if not the most incompetent attorney in America
Seventy thousand - CEO's, C.O.O.'s, Chairman of the Boards, and Presidents of the Fortune 3000 A generation's best and brightest victimized by a total news media blackout
1700 Who's Who organizations in the USA. Marquis Who's Who was dominant for 100 yrs. Along came Who's Who Worldwide running past Marquis, creating an executive club. Reed Elsevier, foreign owners of Marquis, Lexis Nexis, Martindale-Hubbell, etc., did not like being second-best, so the goal was to crush the largest executive club ever created: Who's Who Worldwide Registry.
Can you explain never hearing about this impressively dirty trial, one of our longest federal trials? With a corrupt postal inspector and more, they succeeded. 70,000 top executives lost their investment.
Not a whisper in the media. A news blackout.
From A Nation To The World - Guesstimates Of The Masterful Way Of Living
Now, such pain can Creation bake, crown such taint with impatient rake. How much pain can a nation take?
Who undertakes to berate at a wake? Will they, won't they, count the wounds,
will it be too late to fairly resume, all the truths we once knew,
and practiced with the power of universal truth.
The pursuit of happiness, life and liberty,
all that folk of good cheer embrace, suddenly rendition the order of the day,
people disappearing without a trace.
How will the world remember us,
when the bunting has fallen by the wayside, slogans insufficient to cover the monthly nut,
only when it struck home, this is no hayride. Regrets for the global paychecks tendered,
in golden promise of honor suspended, please don't think we did all this,
you may blame your choice of one mean sumbitch.
How much pain can a nation take, thousands and thousands of pieces?
A football field couldn't hold all the body parts, and there's nothing funny or rhyming about disconnected body parts.
VP casheing shares in on the body bags and bits,
wherever profit may be squeezed, bags stuffed by souls of shit..
who else can triple a stock of evil, who turns such dirty profits on the blood of our people?
How much pain can a nation take, until the tears fill the streets, reaching up to flood the suites,
generals don't always come with stars. Will they, won't they, reach before, the next-to-last slamming of freedom's door?
Once it's locked, your kids will pay, only young blood has ever saved the day.
This much pain can a nation take, when the nation is stronger than ours, Lay down and give up or do what you must the clock chimes into these critical hours. Will they, won't they, turn beyond,
the blatherskite of the day, petty self-pursuits don't make a template of the hero's way.
Can you, shall you, drape yourself, in leaves of full deception, can we count on what you have, to re-engage our manifestation; of the first and once great experiment, of democracy's fruitful testament
will we know whence you came, since fixing is cheaper than placing blame? Now such gain faked in by the rakes, how much pain can a nation take? Now such gain raked in by the fakes, how much pain can a nation take?
