Mr. President Trump, no American should care what your approval rating is in Israel. If you’re writing and executing policies as an elected American POTUS designed to improve your popularity in a foreign country where you aspire to hold office after your presidency ends in America, Americans have an even bigger problem on their hands!
For those of us who possess a much deeper understanding of our realm, a more conspiratorial way of looking at things, Donald Trump’s allegiance to Israel and the United States’ willingness to ignore the genocidal crimes of a Zionist State should come as no surprise.
But for those people who do not subscribe to the ideas proposed here by this author and who believe our elected politicians operate their offices with complete integrity, representing their constituents’ interests to the best of their abilities, they have got to be shaking and trembling in their boots right now.
Regardless of whether or not you or I believe in certain conspiracy theories relating to universal existence, we can plainly see that our American government seems to be working in concert with a foreign country (a political ideology) that is verifiably insane.
Ingeniously, the Zionists have managed to convince Americans and others that any criticisms of their nefarious policies and actions are “hate crimes” against a specific religion.
The Zionists’ plan is solid, well thought out, and remains firmly in place, as it has been for many decades.
Dr. Reizer
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Heather Donald stepped into the same quaint-looking coffee shop at the same time nearly every morning.
“Café mocha tall,” she said politely.
The male barista nodded without looking up. He was a new kid that Heather hadn’t seen before. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties at the most. The kid had light skin and a very thin build, almost gaunt. The name tag he was wearing read Sam.
The coffeehouse was pretty busy as usual. The machines whirred, and the smell and sounds of steaming coffee and milk permeated the air. A young girl was screaming at one of the tables while her mother tried to bribe the child into silence with a chocolate-glazed donut.
It was a normal morning so far, nothing too out of the ordinary.
Heather checked her phone while she waited for the order. There were several new text messages from Frank. She quickly replied, letting him know she was okay.
“Mocha for Heather,” the young barista called out.
Heather eased her way over to the counter and picked up the beverage.
She looked down at the cup and then froze in her tracks.
Written under her name, in black ink, were three words.
PLEASE HELP ME!
Heather looked up.
The young man standing behind the counter had his head lowered. He was cleaning the countertop with a napkin.
Heather glanced around the premises. Everyone seemed preoccupied with their morning routines.
Heather’s insides were in knots at this point.
Maybe the kid was playing a prank on her, she thought.
She took her Mocha and moved to a table near the back of the shop. Her hands were unsteady as she looked at the front counter again.
Then she looked again at the writing on the cardboard cup in front of her.
PLEASE HELP ME!
She looked back at the young kid once more.
A large, unfamiliar-looking man in a tan jacket was positioned beside him. The guy had grey hair and huge arms. He wasn’t wearing an apron like the other workers.
The man whispered something into Sam’s ear. The young barista didn’t respond.
The grey-haired man slowly turned and looked directly at Heather.
She immediately looked down at the table and began scrolling through her phone messages. She texted Frank again: I’m going to be a few minutes longer than Iexpected.
Heather’s heart began pounding.
This is ridiculous, she thought to herself.
But then, when Heather looked back toward the counter, Sam, the barista, was looking intently at her.
Sam nodded toward a hallway that was marked EMPLOYEES ONLY.
Heather knew that was her cue to do something, to take immediate action.
In a flash, she crossed the café, pretending to throw away a napkin. The grey-haired guy was busy helping another customer.
Heather made a beeline for the EMPLOYEES ONLY door and pushed it open quickly.
Once inside, the loud noise of the coffee shop disappeared.
A narrow hallway led her to shelves filled with cleaning supplies and other items.
At the end of the long corridor, three young women sat on the floor with their hands bound and mouths gagged; tears rolled down their cheeks.
Heather stopped in her tracks. She knew she had walked right into a major ambush and had to think fast.
Before she could make a move in any direction, Heather heard a noise behind her.
When she turned around, the grey-haired man stood before her, holding a syringe. “You shouldn’t have come in here, lady,” he said quietly. “But, I’m sure glad you did!”
Heather backed away slowly. “But he wrote on the cup—”
“I know,” the man said, smiling. “We wanted to see who would come in here and take the bait. You’re the fourth one today so far.”
Heather immediately reached for the police issued Glock 17 that was holstered under her blazer and pointed the weapon into the face of the grey-haired man. “Drop the needle and get on the floor,” she barked out the commands.
The guy looked like he saw a ghost, like all the blood drained out of his body.
“It looks like number four marks the end of the road for your sorry ass!” Heather explained.
Just then, Frank and three other city detectives burst through the hallway door guns a pointing. They quickly made their way down the long corridor.
“Great work, Detective Donald,” Frank said. “After three months of around the clock surveillance, we finally got these scumbags.”
THE END!
Author’s Note!
I know some people might find this type of story disturbing. My intention, whenever I write anything, is to get people thinking about things they might not otherwise think about.
Human trafficking is a real thing, and people of all ages need to be mindful of predators lurking in all sorts of places. It’s not enough these days to stay away from obvious danger areas. It’s important always to be mindful of your surroundings, regardless of the immediate environment.
Not too long ago, my wife, daughter, and I visited The Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC, and believe we stumbled upon a human trafficking operation.
I have heard similar accounts from visitors to that location. In fact, I had already posted about the situation at that property on NoFakeNews. You can access it here.
Be safe and be prepared for the unexpected!
Dr. Reizer
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Longtime readers here are fully aware that “safety” and “security” are propaganda code-words for persistent-surveillance-so-that-you-will-never-again-have-a-private-moment-and-we-can-collect-and-sell-and-share-your-data-to-anyone-and-everyone-we choose-and-all-without-your-consent.
Photo Credit: Creative Commons/Public Domain
The 90,000 Flock “Safety” cameras currently deployed across the US are a perfect example of this.
YouTuber Benn Jordan’s extraordinary research revealed in his excellent, informative videos show how these latest tools of the surveillance state are not “just” ALPR’s (Automatic License Plate Readers), they are unencrypted, easily hackable cameras that are capturing everything from private conversations between couples at a flea market to children playing on a playground. Worse, Benn found dozens upon dozens that were — and are — livestreaming their feeds to the internet!
Benn shows us how someone with even minor hacking ability could, if he wanted to, see you in a parking lot or a grocery store — or your child in a park — via a Flock camera, capture all your data via the AI within the camera, and then hack your bank accounts, your medical records, your calendar, your family history, your address, and then follow you — and/or your child — home. And then . . . who knows?
Like most “security” cameras put in place within the last 20 years, these are not in our communities for “safety” purposes. They are for privacy intrusion and [very profitable] data extraction. And this extracted data is not only being fed to fusion centers and “real time crime centers,” but, of course, to the many [energy-leeching] data centers that are seemingly popping up everywhere. (Virginia currently has 320 operational data centers with plans for a total of 954!)
Please check out Benn’s videos and share them widely (including with your local and state representatives):
Here is a link to all of Benn’s [incredibly interesting, informative] YouTube videos, which, incidentally, include one entitled “Data Centers Behaving Like Acoustic Weapons” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bP80DEAbuo) which shows how these centers are destroying lives and making people sick.
Please share Benn’s channel and PLEASE take action to de-flock your communities! Here are two places to start:
Ashley Hayes is an investigative journalist documenting invisible crimes against humanity being perpetrated via mass propaganda, PsyOps, psychological torture, directed-energy, mass surveillance, remote neural weaponry, AI and nanotechnology by the secretive fusion centers/ private police and their leaders within the Military/Industrial/Intelligence/Law Enforcement/ Media/Pharmaceutical/Evangelical Complex in furtherance of their stated goal of a One World Government/One World Religion over a depopulated, enslaved America, as well the pandemic of child rape and child sex trafficking.
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
“A moral dilemma is a situation where you must choose between conflicting ethical obligations, and no matter what you decide, you are forced to compromise a moral value.” – Google Search
The Moral Dilemma
(c) 2026 By John Reizer
Edward Anderson noticed the black duffel bag because of how carefully the other guy had discarded it.
He hadn’t just tossed it, like it was garbage. He had taken great care to position the object in the trash container in a very specific way.
This strange scene happened just outside a department store, in the middle of the day, with people everywhere.
It had been raining at a pretty good pace. Rainwater was pooling on the parking lot while shopping carts littered the asphalt in the distance.
The man in the gray hoodie had stepped out of a black pickup truck, glanced around twice, then lowered a large black duffel bag into the garbage receptacle beside the cart return. Then he walked calmly back to his vehicle. A few seconds later, tires screeched, and the man and the truck were out of view.
Edward stared at the trash can from inside his own car, fingers holding a half-eaten bag of popcorn.
That’s strange, he thought.
He waited a couple of minutes, his curiosity burning away all other consideration.
Nobody came to check on the bag.
Curiosity finally won over Edward; it dragged him out of the car.
The garbage receptacle smelled like wet cardboard and rotten food. Edward looked into the container and immediately spotted the black bag. It was expensive-looking. Not something one would expect to see placed inside a trash can.
His pulse rate grew faster.
Edward looked around the perimeter of the property once more before snatching the duffel bag and hauling ass back to his car.
The bag’s zipper was stuck halfway open. He struggled briefly to open it fully. When he finally did, stacks of cash stared back at him. They were wrapped in gold bank bands.
“No way,” he said, nervously.
He counted one stack. Ten thousand dollars! There were fifty of them. Five hundred thousand dollars sat in the backseat of his car while rain continued to tap against the vehicle’s windows relentlessly.
For several minutes, Edward stared at the find. Then he drove home with both hands tightly clenched around the steering wheel.
It was life-changing money, for sure. That kind of cash could change a lot of things for Edward. It presented him with new opportunities, some good and some, maybe not so good.
Everything suddenly felt a bit dangerous.
Every sound outside became suspicious. Every pair of headlights passing his house made him sweat.
Edward had shoved the duffel bag into his bedroom closet, then immediately pulled it back out because the closet felt unsafe.
Under the bed was a safer option, he reassured himself.
But was it?
What about the freezer? That would really be the definition of cold cash, he thought, smiling.
Later that night, he finally stuffed the bag of cash inside an old trunk and covered it with some blankets. Then he sat on the couch and waited for someone to kick down the front door.
Nobody did.
On this particular evening, sleep didn’t come easily for Edward. Instead, different scenarios crept into his overactive imagination.
He thought about the strong possibility of hidden cameras at the department store capturing his face. He imagined the man in the hoodie working for a cartel. He imagined police tracing marked bills straight to him. He imagined hearing police sirens.
By the next morning, he had convinced himself that helicopters operating on “whisper mode” were circling his house.
On the second day, Edward called in sick to work because leaving the residence felt nearly impossible.
By the third day, he became certain that a black pickup truck parked across the street was watching his every move.
On the fourth day, he began to despise the money, yet the strong temptation to keep the life-changing cash still lingered in his mind.
Five hundred thousand dollars could erase his financial troubles, fix his car, and pay off his thirty-year mortgage. It could absolutely change his entire life.
Edward thought about the things he could buy, the places he could go.
But every fantasy he conjured up in his head ended the same way: the money’s rightful owner eventually came knocking at his door.
The guilt Edward felt was beginning to outweigh the fantasy of keeping the cash.
Finally, on the fifth day, he dragged the duffel bag back into his car. He just wanted it gone, out of his life.
Rain fell again as he drove to the department store. The parking lot looked the same, like the entire week had been paused waiting for him to return.
Edward parked beside the garbage receptacle. His hands shook as he carried the bag of cash.
Carefully, he placed the object into the garbage can, then exhaled harder than he had in several days. “That’s it,” he whispered under his breath. “It’s finally over!”
He walked quickly back to his car and climbed inside. Relief spread through him almost instantly.
The nightmare was finally over. Edward sat in the parking lot for a few more moments, decompressing, until a man in a black jacket approached the garbage receptacle.
The guy reached inside, pulled out the black duffel bag, then calmly carried it back to his car.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, police cars, sirens blaring, surrounded the man and the bag of cash.
Edward stared through the rain-streaked windshield as the police swarmed the man with the duffel bag.
“DOWN ON THE GROUND!” the police yelled out.
The man in the black jacket froze, confused, still gripping the bag tightly.
Within a few moments, he was lying prone on the wet pavement, wrists ziptied behind his back.
The duffel bag spilled open, and the stacks of cash tumbled across the wet asphalt.
Edward watched the chaos unfold in stunned silence.
One officer kicked the money aside while another shouted commands into a radio. More squad cars raced into the parking lot from every direction.
Edward sank lower into his seat. “Oh my God,” he said the words aloud.
A nervous laugh escaped Edward’s throat. Relief flooded through his body so suddenly that it almost made him lightheaded.
He had done the right thing and returned the money. If he’d kept the cash, that would’ve been him lying on the pavement in the rain.
Edward started his car and cautiously pulled toward the exit.
The police didn’t stop Edward. Nobody even looked at him. As he passed by the flashing patrol cars, he caught one final glimpse of the man sitting in the back seat of a police cruiser. The suspect looked unfazed. He locked eyes with Edward momentarily, then smiled.
Edward drove home feeling better than he had in several days. For the first time all week, he believed the nightmare was finally over.
Then his cell phone rang. The incoming call was from an unknown number.
Edward hesitated a few seconds before answering. “Hello?”
For a moment, there was only silence, then a woman’s voice said:
“You were supposed to keep it longer.”
Edward’s face turned white as a ghost.
“Who is this?” he asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer to his question.
“You put it back too soon.”
Edward’s chest tightened instantly. “Who is this?” he repeated the question.
“The first person lasted eleven days,” she said calmly. “You barely made it five.”
Edward’s grip tightened around the steering wheel. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s not true, Edward.”
Hearing the woman’s voice say his name made him sweat.
Rain pounded hard against the windshield. In the rearview mirror, the department store parking lot was still barely visible in the distance, and police lights were still flashing.
“Do you think you just watched a criminal get arrested?” the woman asked. “You didn’t!”
Edward swallowed. “What are you talking about?”
“The man with the duffel bag wasn’t the target,” the woman said.
A chill moved through his body.
“You were!”
Edward laughed nervously. “Okay, what is this? Some kind of joke?”
“No.” Her tone remained the same. “It was a test.”
Edward looked back toward the parking lot again. Something suddenly bothered him. The officers had swarmed the man aggressively… but nobody had drawn a single weapon. Nobody had checked the money. Nobody had even looked the least bit surprised.
“It wasn’t real?” Edward asked.
“No,” she replied. “But your fear was.”
Edward’s heart was racing a hundred miles per hour. “Who are you, people?”
“We study human behavior,” the woman replied. “More specifically, the moment an ordinary person decides stolen money belongs to them.”
Edward didn’t say a word.
The woman continued: “The placement of the bag, the money inside, the delay, and surveillance; every variable was intentional.”
Edward felt suddenly nauseous. “You watched me?”
“For five days, yes.”
His eyes widened.
“We watched you hide the bag in six different places. We watched you check the windows thirty-seven times yesterday. We watched you almost call the police twice before deciding against it both times.”
Edward’s breathing became shallower.
“You were inside my house?”
“You invited us in yourself.”
Edward frowned.
“The bands around the stacks of cash are transmitters,” the woman said.
“Transmitters,” he whispered back.
The woman said nothing.
Edward pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road. “This is insane.”
“No,” she replied softly. “This has nothing to do with insanity. It has to do with what people become when they think nobody is watching.”
The black pickup truck suddenly appeared behind him again, its headlights cutting through the rain.
Edward stared at them in horror. “I returned the money,” he said quickly. “So, this is over.”
The woman was quiet for several seconds. “Edward… returning the cash was never one of the options.”
A burst of fear shot through his chest. “What does that mean?”
“The test began and ended the moment you retrieved the bag.”
The pickup truck’s driver door slowly opened, and the hooded man stepped out.
“Your evaluation is now complete.”
Edward frantically reached for the door locks.
Click.
The hooded man began slowly walking toward his car.
Edward asked, “What do you want from me?”
“We wanted to see whether guilt or greed would win out.”
The hooded figure stopped beside Edward’s driver’s side window. Then, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the windshield.
Edward stared at him through the glass.
The woman spoke again. “Read the text message and then follow the man’s instructions.”
The line went dead. Then Edward’s phone lit up with a text message:
THE SUBJECT HAS BEEN APPROVED FOR PHASE TWO OF THE STUDY!
THE END!
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Over sixty minutes in an isolated roadside diner in rural Montana, two strangers are forced to confront suppressed and traumatic memories, discovering that time, guilt, and truth are far more dangerous than the authorities awaiting them.
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Dr. Walter Kelly stood in a dimly lit conference room. He watched a bank of computer monitors that featured red, yellow, and green dots over various cities in South America, Europe, Africa, and Asia.
Each dot represented another reported outbreak, epidemic, or full-blown pandemic.
“Fear spreads much faster than any virus,” he said softly. “If you want to move vaccine stocks, you need to create fear, lots of it!”
Around a nearby mahogany conference table sat twelve scientists. Some of these men and women had once worked for different governments. Others came from pharmaceutical companies, and a few others from military research labs.
All of those in attendance believed the same thing: human beings were much easier to control when they were afraid.
Their group called itself The Overseers. Their mission and plan had started five years earlier. They did not create deadly diseases. That was way too risky and a very unpredictable proposition. Instead, they focused on targeting the core systems used to detect diseases: diagnostic tests!
Hospitals, governments, and media corporations trusted such tests. The Overseers figured out long ago that the numbers diagnostic tests produced shaped people’s perceptions of reality.
One of the attendees, Dr. Katrina Williams, a molecular biologist, had designed small changes to the testing chemicals used worldwide in diagnostic tests. The altered reagents caused harmless proteins and common infections in most people to trigger false positives for more dangerous illnesses.
One week, thousands of perfectly healthy people tested positive for a hemorrhagic fever in Southeast Asia. The next month, clinics across Europe detected a rare respiratory virus in thousands of healthy individuals.
A short time later, livestock diseases appeared out of nowhere in South America, followed by reports of disturbing human neurological infections in North America.
To most health professionals, the outbreaks seemed completely unrelated. That was, of course, intentional and part of the Overseer’s plan.
News channels ran nonstop coverage of the disease outbreaks. Multiple governments declared public health emergencies. International Airports installed temperature scanners. Mask sales exploded and went through the roof.
Soon after that, financial markets crashed and recovered in volatile trading.
Most physicians never questioned the tests. Instead, they became overwhelmed by the ever-increasing number of cases and by the need to save patients’ lives, working around the clock.
Only a few people noticed some strange patterns associated with the swarm of new illnesses.
One such lab technologist, Dr. Laura Holt, worked at a small independent laboratory in Toronto, Canada. She saw patients testing positive for diseases while showing no symptoms whatsoever. Blood samples from healthy people yielded identical results across the spectrum, confirming positive results for a myriad of concerning, life-threatening diseases.
Something felt wrong to Laura. She began repeating the tests using older diagnostic kits stored in her facility’s basement.
Her hunch about the weird patterns grew stronger as the positive test results miraculously disappeared.
Before getting too overly excited, Laura did some detective work on the lab equipment to rule out any possible calibration errors. Then she compared testing kits from multiple suppliers. Different labels, different companies, all had the same microscopic additive hidden inside the testing kits.
A chill worked its way through her entire body. Laura had realized that someone had coordinated this grand deception.
Laura immediately sent warnings to health agencies. Most of the regulatory bodies ignored her. A few accused her of spreading misinformation during a global emergency.
Meanwhile, the Overseers continued to monitor the public panic spreading across the realm.
The tremendous panic created enormous demand for new vaccines, treatments, emergency funding, and disease surveillance systems.
Politicians promised increased protection. Corporations signed billion-dollar contracts overnight.
The Overseers watched it happen from their hidden facility beneath an abandoned research station in Iceland.
“We never needed real epidemics,” Katrina said one evening. “People only needed proof on paper.”
But cracks in the scheme were beginning to show themselves. Independent labs in India, Kenya, and Brazil started reporting similar inconsistencies.
Then an alternative news journalist leaked internal documents showing pressure on regulators to fast-track unreliable testing systems.
Trust in the public health emergency narratives began to collapse.
Then Laura found the final piece to solve the incredible puzzle.
A private computer server connected every contaminated test kit to a manufacturer owned by a fictitious shell company owned by the Overseers.
Laura uploaded the files to thousands of mirror websites across the internet before the authorities could stop her.
Within hours of the information being uploaded, governments began denying everything, and pharmaceutical corporations blamed suppliers. Scientists accused one another. Protesters flooded city streets demanding immediate answers.
Deep beneath the Icelandic snow, Dr. Walter Kelly watched the chaos spread across the television screens.
This time, however, the chaos was not anchored in fear but rather in doubt.
Dr. Kelly stared silently at a television screen showing a mainstream news broadcast as one of his team members asked a chilling question none of them had ever considered before.
“What happens when people stop trusting science entirely?”
THE END!
Hi everyone,
I’m currently writing a collection of short stories that I will eventually publish in a book; some of those stories I have been sharing on NoFakeNews. If one or two really grab me, I’ll likely develop them into a full-length novella or novel.
Thanks so much for being patient with me and for reading my creative works and nonfiction essays.
John Reizer
Sometimes, trying to get the truth out there feels like…
The Truth Told Through Fiction
Curing Cancer Was a Mistake!
After announcing a ground-breaking cancer cure, five members of the research team are targeted by an assassin hired by Big Pharma.
Click on the images below to watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
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