But in
the UN there were bigger liars, with less
cunning but linked not just to money
stolen from the Malaysian people some of
which the UN kept but also to the
slaughter of civilians from Cameroon to,
now, Ukraine.
Secretary
General Antonio Guterres had sidled up to
80 year old dictator Paul Biya of
Cameroon, and promised to make his UN
staff stay silent on Biya's slaughter of
the Anglophones in exchange for Biya's
Ambassador's favors as chair of the UN
budget committee. Kurt exposed it, and was
thrown out of the UN by Guterres, banned
still.
Now
on Ukraine, on March 4 Kurt obtained and
published a UN email from the "Department
of Global Communications" run by Big Tony
Guterres' long-time censor Melissa
Fleming, ordering UN staff to only say
what Big Tony said. Kurt emailed questions
about it to Fleming and Guterres and
Spokesman Stephane Dujarric.
Nothing.
They
responded, albeit with lies, to the Irish
Times. Then Dujarric partner in
censorship, James Bays of Al Jazeera,
bloviated online, from Europe it appears,
that the story had been disproved.
How?
In the fine fashion of his Qatari royal
paymasters, no answer. Melissa Fleming
responded or spun that it only went out to
"twenty five staff." But which staff? And
who sent it? Whistleblowers told Kurt it
was Sherri Aldis. But Dujarric and Fleming
refused to confirm even this. They would
throw anyone under the bus. The same
whistleblower began to whisper,
#FireMelissaFleming. #TheWeaselsOfWallStreet.
Meanwhile
another trial of a liar started up in
SDNY, up on the 24th floor where unlike
for Jho Low in EDNY in Brooklyn, the Press
could actually get into the courtroom, and
live tweet.
It was
the trial of Larry Ray, who after a long
career of dissembling, as organized crime
and a political lobbyist like Tom Barrack
for the UAE, had moved into his daughter's
dorm at Sarah Lawrence College just above
the Bronx and started recruiting for a sex
cult he set up on 93rd Street in
Manhattan.
Larry
Ray's team of five from Federal Defenders
would soon by counterpunching the
narrative that the US Attorney had come up
with from New
York Magazine or The Cut. But first,
jury selection. Kurt went up and covered
up, from a chair on the side of the
courtroom.
It was
a class, perhaps like in Sarah Lawrence,
in sociology. The judge asked each juror
what they did for a living, who they lived
with, what they read and watched. There
was a woman in public finance, who liked
golf and the Wall Street Journal; there
was a physical therapist from The Bronx,
who liked Japanese manga animation.
In
the front of the courtroom was Larry Ray
himself, chrome dome and dumpy, not
availing himself of the free suit that
defendants were offered. His five lawyers,
funded by the taxpayers, huddled about
which of the prospective jurors to knock
out.
Just
before six o'clock it was done, and the
sixteen jurors including four alternates
were sworn in. Game on. There were liars
everything. #TheWeaselsOfWallStreet
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