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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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  • Ballots Burned, Votes Vanished, Democracy Derailed
    Jul 26 2025

    Welcome back to The Cary Harrison Files, where reason’s still in hiding and truth’s been subpoenaed so many times it now answers to an alias. Today’s episode: a crime so vast, so bureaucratically polite, that it almost passes as democracy.

    You’re told Washington “won.” Not because of a shining beacon of support from the citizenry, but because millions of ballots—legal, living, breathing, voting human ballots—were tossed in the electoral trash like week-old sushi in the Georgia sun.

    It wasn’t hacking from Mars, nor some interstellar plot from Elon’s moon base. No, it was good ol’ American ingenuity: poisoned postcards, phantom voter purges, a few polite threats of violence at polling stations, and the return of that ancient ghost: Jim Crow, now wearing khakis and a name badge that says “Poll Worker.”

    Our guest today is Greg Palast, a forensic bloodhound for democracy’s autopsy. He’s the guy who counts the votes that didn’t get counted—and trust me, there are more of those than there are promises at a Senate fundraiser.

    You’re going to hear about:

    * ballots rejected for using the wrong middle initial,

    * mail-in votes deemed "late" after arriving early,

    * and provisional ballots—those placebo pills of civic participation—handed out like candy, then incinerated in procedural hell.

    In Georgia, one Black military officer mailed his ballot a week early. The state said “too late.” In Texas, if you forgot to write your driver’s license on your envelope, well congrats—you just cast a ghost vote. And don’t get Greg started on the signature-matching Gestapo.

    Here in the Land of the Fee and the Home of the Braved-Into-Silence, we’ve replaced poll taxes with paper cuts, and disenfranchisement now arrives via bulk mail. We’ve made a sport of targeting Black voters with all the precision of a drone strike, and then told the media, “It’s just procedural.”

    Oh, and if you're one of the millions who didn’t respond to a fake-looking government postcard asking if you still live in your own damn house? Congratulations—you’ve been purged. Like spam. By algorithm. In Georgia, they dropped 875,000 voters for that alone. But don’t worry, Heritage Foundation (authors of Project 2025) calls that “integrity.”

    We’ll ask Greg how the courts blessed this slow-motion coup. How a party that fears voters more than facts weaponized democracy’s paperwork into a blunt instrument. And how silence—from the very party that lost—helped grease the skids.

    Washington didn’t win the election so much as outmaneuvered democracy on a technicality. Millions of legal ballots? Vaporized. Voters of color? Targeted with all the grace of a banker foreclosing on a food bank. This wasn’t voter fraud. This was voter frauding—the art of removing the voter altogether.

    While you were watching headlines about space billionaires and AI girlfriends, the real election story was written in disappearing ink—postcards no one returned, ballots tossed for missing initials, and vigilantes dressed like Doc Holliday purging voter rolls in the name of freedom.

    Our guest Greg Palast has done the math, and spoiler alert: democracy lost. Again.

    $45 billion for camps across the country and another 175 billion for a masked paramilitary police state. With the Admin complete clawback of public media funds, my work, your work, matter more than ever. And here we are together. I thank you for your direct support on this platform!

    $45 billion for camps across the country and another 175 billion for a masked paramilitary police state. With the Admin complete clawback of public media funds, my work, your work, matter more than ever. And here we are together. I thank you for your direct support on this platform!



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  • Lev Parnas: From Russiagate Fixer to Epstein Whistleblower – The Untold Story of Washington's 'Satanic Jungle Gym'
    Jul 21 2025
    Today, we ask the question: What does it take to make the Cult of Washington finally eat its own? Turns out, it might just be a name scratched onto a flight log bound for Epstein Island. Now, before you start thinking this is just another case of elite rot—and it is—let’s remember the foundation. Russiagate. The original Cold War cosplay revival. A slow-motion car crash in which Russian oligarchs, kompromat artists, and wannabe Bond villains found themselves cozied up to the American right like they were ordering vodka by the bucket. And somewhere between the kompromat and the caviar? Sat a guy named Lev Parnas.Lev wasn’t just loitering around the fringes. He was in it. Translator, fixer, bagman, alleged go-between, and all-purpose political handyman. Giuliani’s sidekick in the Ukraine dirt-digging expedition. The man who helped sell the idea that Hunter Biden was the final boss in a game of international corruption—when the real dungeon was being run from D.C. by the maestro of Mar-a-Lago who now claims he’s never met Lev in his life. Not even once. Never heard of him. The greatest conspiracy ever. Completely coincidental that they’ve got audio together.But now? Now it’s not Ukraine that’s bringing Washington to the edge—it’s Epstein. You can jail journalists, gas protestors, and carpet bomb the truth—but once you look like you were getting frequent flyer miles on Epstein Air? The pitchforks come out, and they’ve got night vision.Which brings us to a man who’s been on every rung of this satanic jungle gym—Lev Parnas. Soviet-born, Giuliani-bred, and deep in Washington’s inner sanctum until the prayers stopped and the subpoenas started. Lev didn’t just drink the Kool-Aid—he helped stir the barrel. And when he tried to warn the country, the same Department of Justice that should’ve protected him threw him into a cell like a mob snitch.Lev’s story isn’t redemption. It’s testimony. Of how a man can go from selling condos to laundering democracy through back channels and backstabbing foreign deals. And now? He’s blowing the whistle not just on Washington—but on the whole warped machinery that’s still pumping out made-for-TV slogans.You may recognize him from the recent NBC documentary…” from Russia with Lev” available now on Apple, Hulu, and across the NBC platforms. Please click above “Transcript” for the rest!Later, marketing expert, David Downing, breaks down the often-drooling "swing votor" and why they are truly the ones that matter.So let me get this straight.After eight years of swallowing every felony, fraud, and felony-sized fraud this man committed in broad daylight… after defending everything from “grab ‘em by the hypocrisy” to staged coups disguised as tourist riots… the final straw might be—wait for it—Jeffrey Epstein?You mean the one conspiracy theory even the aluminum foil crowd won’t joke about? The one subject where everybody, left and right, drops their partisan pom-poms and agrees: if you’re tied to Epstein, you’re not just corrupt. You’re unholy.Because in the Trumpian gospel, there are sins—and then there’s betrayal. Betrayal of the one thing that even the most feral QAnon keyboard warrior believes in: protecting children from monsters. The Epstein files are the Ark of the Covenant in this religion. And if Trump’s fingerprints are found anywhere on it—not in the periphery, but in the black book, the jet manifests, the inner sanctum—then congratulations, the messiah just took off the mask.Turns out, the dragon-slayer was the dragon.And if that happens, if the files are real, and the links are clear, then something truly biblical could occur—not from prosecutors, not from courts, but from his own altar. His diehard disciples might do what Democrats, journalists, and special counsels never could.They’ll turn.Not out of logic. Not because of rule of law. But because in the moral cartoon world they live in, the ultimate villain isn’t the liberal, the immigrant, or even the FBI. The ultimate villain is the child predator. And if Trump gets cast in that role—if—then the faithful will feel it not as scandal, but as soul-deep betrayal.He told them he was fighting the cabal.Turns out, he just wanted better seats.And that’s the one thing even the most loyal believer can’t forgive—not because they suddenly found a conscience, but because he made them complicit in the very evil they swore to destroy.And when a prophet poisons his own altar, the faithful don’t cry.They burn it down.$45 billion for camps across the country and another 175 billion for a masked paramilitary police state. With the Admin complete clawback of public media funds, my work, your work, matter more than ever. And here we are together. I thank you for your direct support on this platform! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit ...
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  • The Mayflower Principle: How a Rocky Pilgrim Voyage Became a Superpower
    Jul 5 2025

    My family arrived (Mayflower crashed into Cape Cod in 1620 - mother’s side) and settled on my father’s side - Maryland 1645. Subjects of the king; property of the Crown – but here to help develop and colonize for mother England. My ancestors were among the first families, signatories of the Mayflower Compact, and later framers of the constitution. But many myths have been taught to all of us about the curious witch’s brew that later became the land of e pluribus unum.

    By 1775, George III raised the price of tea, and suddenly Boston thought itself Athens. "No taxation without representation!" they cried, while keeping representation chained up in the back garden.

    King George—now there’s a man who thought real estate was forever. He’d paid for the colonies fair and square, with good old-fashioned European conquest. His majesty considered America part of the family—albeit the loud, ungrateful cousin with delusions of grandeur. So imagine his surprise when that cousin burned the family portraits, pawned the silverware, and took up with a French aristocrat named Lafayette.

    Ah yes, France. We just couldn’t help ourselves.

    England was bleeding, and we caught the scent like a Versailles lapdog with a taste for British ankles. We sent ships, gold, a teenage marquis with a sword longer than his résumé. All in the name of liberty—by which we meant: sticking it to the English, regardless of cost.

    And what a cost it was. You see, we bankrolled the American rebellion so thoroughly we forgot to feed our own people. The royal court was awash in powdered wigs and unpaid invoices. And while America celebrated its “freedom,” France stood there, pockets empty, whispering “Mon Dieu… what have we done?”

    Enter the French Revolution.

    Because if there's one thing the poor can’t stand, it’s watching someone else get a revolution before they do.

    So we lit the match under our own monarchy. Not a symbolic match. An actual guillotine.

    Louis XVI—our benevolent donor to American independence—couldn’t even flee in a straight line. They caught him dressed like a footman. Robespierre rose up, shrieked about virtue, and began slicing through nobility like a baker through stale baguettes.

    And that’s how France got liberty: Not from pamphlets or powdered debates, but from a rain of heads and the efficient grace of falling steel.

    Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the Americans were writing a Constitution. Grand stuff—unless you weren’t white, male, or land-rich. They built a government of the people, by the people, for the people—as long as the people looked like Jefferson and owned something taxable.

    King George? He lost his colonies and eventually his marbles. Spoke to trees. Appointed them to office, which, in hindsight, might’ve been a step up.

    And France?

    We got liberté, égalité, and forty years of blood-splattered chaos.

    All thanks to helping a fledgling republic that thought "freedom" meant "free shipping."

    So when you celebrate the “Spirit of '76,” do raise a glass—to the kings bankrupted, the peasants beheaded, and the nations that mistook someone else’s revolution for their own moral redemption.

    Liberty is lovely, yes. But someone always pays the tab. And in this case, it was France… with interest.

    Vive la révolution, mes amis. But next time—send cash upfront.

    The Pilgrims! Those paragons of piety, those stalwarts of sobriety... or so the history books would have you believe. The truth is, those guys were a bunch of slobbering, stumbling, drunken louts. These were my Ancestors, on my mother's side of the family.

    Please click above “Transcript” for the rest!

    The recent fires and now $45 billion for “detention facilities” across the country. With the Admin clawback of public media funds, I now volunteer on our 212,000 Watt radio station like a cockeyed Paul Revere. And here we are together. I thank you for your direct support on this platform!



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