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Award-winning raconteur Cary Harrison cut through the noise – revealing the murky agendas behind today's headlines through uncompromising journalism, unapologetic advocacy, independent voices and a global audience with live listener call-ins shaping the conversation.

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  • Documentary Review on You Know Who

    Documentary Review on You Know Who
    Feb 3 2026

    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.

    It’s the documentary that has been the talk of the town and the top of the talk shows. Sure, Variety magazine is reporting that we are in the press are now forbidden to be able to see it at the Kennedy Center because a sober analysis might leak out. But, Ladies and gentlemen—no, scratch that—subjects… you can now Rise. Adjust your posture. Lower your expectations. You will not be merely watching a documentary. You are being granted an audience.

    This is about the Empress of the Ballroom— our first lady – about whom the greatest documentary has ever been made. A soon to win every possible award documentary about the most astonishing woman to glide across the scorched marble floors of human history. A woman so luminous, so immaculately aloof, that even the camera seems to apologize before rolling. Amazon didn’t buy this film. Amazon knelt. Forty million dollars for the rights, thirty-five million more to announce to the world that yes, capitalism has finally found its final form: worship with a streaming interface.

    The visuals? Regal. The lighting? Vatican-level reverence. The pacing? Slower than time itself, because when a goddess moves, the universe waits. This isn’t propaganda—it’s devotion, filmed in couture focus, narrated in hushed tones usually reserved for relics and unexploded ordnance.

    Now, you may have heard rumors—ugly, jealous rumors—that two-thirds of the crew declined to be listed in the credits. Let us correct the record with elegance.

    They didn’t refuse.

    They withdrew in humility.

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    Because how does a mere mortal—some grip named Steve, some camera op with opinions—justify placing their ink-smudged name next to a being of such poise, such marble stillness, such metaphysical detachment? To appear in the credits would have been presumptuous. Arrogant. Like autographing the Sistine Chapel because you held the ladder.

    This was not a protest. It was a monastic vow of silence.

    Yes, the First Lady exercised executive control. Of course she did. You don’t ask a Michelangelo to crowdsource the ceiling. Final cut wasn’t “control”—it was curation. Truth, refined. Reality, edited for posture. History, but with better cheekbones.

    And the director—ah yes, the director. A controversial figure, they say. A man with a past. But what is controversy if not proof that an artist once mattered too much? Redemption arcs are biblical, darling. This wasn’t a liability; it was texture. Shadows exist only to make the subject glow brighter.

    Every so-called “problem” with this film—the secrecy, the withdrawals, the silence, the air of quiet terror—has been tragically misunderstood. These were not red flags. They were awe. The kind that empties rooms. The kind that makes professionals stare at their résumés and whisper, I am not ready.

    So when the credits roll—and they will roll faster than you expect—notice the absence. Feel it. That emptiness isn’t scandal.

    It’s reverence.

    This is not a documentary. It’s a coronation reel. A cinematic genuflection. Proof that when history finally stops talking and just looks… she’s already gone—leaving behind perfect framing, immaculate silence, and a country still trying to decide whether it watched a film or witnessed a visitation.

    Two hours of immaculate lighting, selective memory, and a budget so large it could’ve fed a mid-sized democracy. (most documentaries cost about 80,000, not 60 million). This cinematic miracle is Power, polished until it squeaks. Reality, upholstered. History, rewritten by people who bill by the minute and sleep like angels. It’s a beta test. A dress rehearsal for the future. A master class in how narrative replaces accountability, how wealth curates truth, and how the camera becomes a moral laundering device.

    Made Possible by People Like You—Literally.

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  • How The "Terminator" Is Coming for You

    How The "Terminator" Is Coming for You
    Jan 22 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter, anger, historical recognition, and sudden distrust of people who say “this is for your own good.” Not approved by wellness gurus, congressional committees, or anyone who believes discomfort equals virtue. Read or watch at your own risk.Let’s get something straight before the civics textbooks start hyperventilating.This isn’t a conspiracy.It’s a supply chain.It’s not a shadowy cabal.It’s a frequent-flyer program.And it doesn’t start with a jackboot.It starts with a training seminar, a PowerPoint deck, and a complimentary bottled water.For years—years—thousands of American law-enforcement officers, including the kind with medals, pensions, and a deep emotional attachment to authority, have been quietly hopping on planes to Israel. Since the early 2000s. Not for hummus. Not for archaeology. For training. Policing. Military-style. Crowd control. Surveillance. Population management. How to pacify people without calling it pacification.Think of it as a professional exchange program:You bring your badge; we’ll show you how to run a neighborhood like a spreadsheet.This wasn’t advertised as repression. It was sold as best practices. Because nothing travels faster across borders than a technique for controlling human beings while still calling yourself a democracy.(Small Money, Big Damage - Early drafts, cartoons, heresies included)And once those techniques land back home, they don’t stay in the locker room. They metastasize. They spread through departments, task forces, fusion centers—like an invasive species with a grant budget.Now here’s where the story gets truly American.Because while the cops were getting trained, Silicon Valley was packing its lunch.The hoodie class—those soft-spoken monks of “disruption”—weren’t asking whether this apparatus should exist. They were asking how fast they could scale it.They didn’t bring ideology. They brought infrastructure.And infrastructure is ideology that doesn’t have to argue.Sophia Goodfriend nailed it: U.S. companies sharpened their surveillance tech in Israel and brought it home like a souvenir—except instead of a snow globe, it’s your metadata, your movement history, your social graph, your insomnia, your browsing habits, and that weird text you sent at 2:17 a.m. that you forgot about but the database didn’t.By 2015, firms like Babel and Palantir were already feeding ICE the raw material of modern power: data. Not just data—relational data. Who you know. Who you talk to. Who you stand near. Who shares your last name. Who liked whose post. Who went to the same mosque, protest, clinic, or birthday party.They turned human life into a logic puzzle.Then the real heavy equipment rolled in.Amazon.Microsoft.Google.The holy trinity of cheerful monopolies.They didn’t bring whips or chains. They brought cloud services—which is just a cute way of saying: We’ll store the nation’s private life on servers you’ll never see, governed by contracts you’ll never read.And here’s the joke the future will laugh at us for:Where AI fails technically, it succeeds ideologically.It doesn’t have to be right.It just has to feel inevitable.It just has to make the bureaucracy feel powerful.Like a toddler gripping a steering wheel while the bus careens downhill.Now we’re told “the parts are all in place.”That’s the phrase they use right before something irreversible happens.Palantir—named after Tolkien’s all-seeing stones, because nothing screams humility like borrowing props from fantasy literature—has reportedly been building ICE an “immigrationOS.”An operating system.For people.Reports that can generate what immigrants look like, where they live, where they travel, who they associate with—and monitor their location in real time. Add social-media surveillance. Add AI pattern recognition. Add predictive tools that decide who looks suspicious enough today.And to justify it, they dust off the ugliest nouns in the language—“terrorist,” “antisemite”—because power always launders itself through moral panic. It doesn’t matter who fits the label. What matters is that the label exists.Then comes the quote that should be tattooed on the forehead of the century:“We need to treat this like a business.Like Amazon Prime—but with human beings.”There it is.Two hundred and fifty years of Enlightenment thought, reduced to free shipping and live tracking.Now, let’s talk about Palantir itself—because this isn’t just software. It’s a worldview wearing code.Their original flagship platform—Gotham—connects everything in a battlefield. Soldier sensors. Drones. Satellites. Cameras. All fused into a single interface. The general’s wet dream: total visibility, zero uncertainty, no fog of war—just a clean dashboard with color-coded deaths.Every general in history would’ve sold their mother for this.And then Palantir did what all powerful technologies ...
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  • Germany's World War I King is Reborn

    Germany's World War I King is Reborn
    Jan 21 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter, anger, historical recognition, and sudden distrust of people who say “this is for your own good.” Not approved by wellness gurus, congressional committees, or anyone who believes discomfort equals virtue. Read or watch at your own risk.Speaking to reporters in Davos ahead of the World Economic Forum, CA governor, Gavin Newsom, compared Trump to a T-Rex that “you mate with him or he devours you.”(Small Money, Big Damage - Early drafts, cartoons, heresies included)Many people think there’s a similarity between Germany of 120 years ago and the leadership that we see today. But let’s go back 100 years to the true template for the guy building the giant ballroom, six times bigger then the White House. And we’re still in Germany – no surprise. But it was the last emperor who was almost interchangeable with what we’re seeing today. Kaiser Wilhelm II didn’t accidentally stumble Europe into catastrophe. He strutted it there—chest out, medals clanking, ego wobbling like a loose wheel on a royal carriage.This was a man who confused volume with authority, costumes with competence, and tantrums with leadership. Europe, at the turn of the twentieth century, was already a tinderbox—nationalism, alliances, arms races, the usual historical explosives. What it needed to go up was a spark. What it got was Wilhelm: a human sparkler with a mustache and a navy fetish.Wilhelm didn’t govern. He performed. He loved uniforms the way insecure men love mirrors. Every speech was a dress rehearsal for greatness. Every foreign policy decision was theater—big gestures, loud declarations, and absolutely no follow-through. Diplomacy, to him, was improv, and the rest of Europe was forced to sit in the front row while he forgot his lines.He talked too much. Constantly. To journalists. To ambassadors. To anyone within earshot. He’d announce Germany’s intentions like a drunk at a wedding announcing secrets he barely understood himself. Allies panicked. Rivals armed up. Wilhelm, baffled, took offense—because nothing enraged him more than other countries reacting rationally to the things he said out loud.Then there was the navy. Oh, the navy. Wilhelm wanted ships the way a bored child wants fireworks. Britain had a fleet, so naturally Germany needed a bigger one—not for defense, not for strategy, but for status. This was geopolitics as a pissing contest, and Wilhelm insisted on drinking more water.The result? Britain stopped seeing Germany as a continental power and started seeing it as a threat. An arms race followed. Trust evaporated. The temperature rose. Wilhelm called it prestige. Everyone else called it trouble.Inside Germany, he did what insecure leaders always do: he fired the adults. Experienced diplomats? Gone. Cautious advisers? Replaced. In their place he elevated generals who flattered him, men who spoke in timetables and inevitabilities and worst-case scenarios. Civilian control thinned. Military logic took over. Once the trains were scheduled, reason was no longer invited to the meeting.And then came 1914.A gunshot in Sarajevo. A regional crisis. The kind Europe had handled before. This was the moment for restraint—for quiet pressure, for delayed decisions, for statesmanship.Wilhelm responded by throwing a blank check at Austria-Hungary like a man tipping wildly at a bar he couldn’t afford. Total support. No limits. No exit ramp. It was pure emotion—offended honor, wounded pride, imperial solidarity cosplay.When things escalated, he panicked. He wavered. He tried—too late—to slow it down. But the machinery he empowered didn’t pause for second thoughts. Mobilization rolled forward. Alliances snapped into place. Europe marched.Wilhelm had wanted a moment. He got a world war.Four years later, millions were dead, empires were gone, and Wilhelm fled into exile—still convinced history had misunderstood him. Of course it had. History is terribly unfair to men who believe dressing like a general counts as governing.Europe didn’t fall into catastrophe because fate demanded it. It fell because it handed an unstable system to a man who treated power like a costume rack and diplomacy like a stage cue.And once he pulled the lever, there was no intermission.The Cary Harrison Files is a listener-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Look for my complete book “A MAGA history of the United States” (MAGA: Making Academia Great Again) coming out in the next months. I perform chapters often on my LA public radio show, the Cary Harrison Files”, Fridays at 10 AM Pacific, KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reservedThank you to everyone who tuned into my live video! Join me for my next live video in the app.(Small Money, Big Damage - Early drafts, cartoons, heresies included) This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other...
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