“I’m going to commit a high school stabbing today.”

Yesterday a 14-year-old student entered Dunbarton High School in Pickering, Ontario, and attacked 9 people with a knife. The student identifies as “gender-fluid,” and so we have attempted to avoid the error made by most other news sources, which by-and-large refer to the attacker using female nouns and pronouns.

Prior to the attack, the attacker made a number of posts to a tumblr account explicitly foreshadowing the attack. Although these posts have since been redacted from the feed by whomever now has custody of the account, the internet never forgets.

As your primary source for uncensored national news about teen angst on the internet, Obscene Works has secured a clean scrape of the attacker’s front page as it appeared prior to the attacks.

The posts from the feed drop a litany of obvious clues as to the attacker’s intentions. They also paint a picture of a child who experiences zero support from their own parents, even when openly contemplating assault with a deadly weapon.

I’m kinda shaking and freaking out right now because I really want to go to school tomorrow with knives and just hurt and kill as many people as I can. That’s not normal and I don’t know what to do. I’m pretty panicked.

Why can’t I just be normal?

I hate not knowing what to do anymore. My mom thinks calling the police is too over the top for my problem. Like, I’m literally planning to go on a stabbing spree at school tomorrow. The hell am I meant to do? Just casually wait for it to happen? I’m not so sure that will go over too well with the police.

Based on my research the best I can hope for is getting sent to jail for years and hoping for parole. Probably won’t happen. What I’d REALLY love is to die. But Canada apparently doesn’t have death sentences. Maybe I can get the police to shoot and kill me at the school when they show up. That would be nice.

It feels strange to think of myself as a soon-to-be school stabber. I’d heard of school shooters, and always thought “that would never be me!”. Well, I’m not a shooter, but a stabber isn’t much better. I’ll continue to suffer until I can die. I’ll never be okay, I’m too far gone. All I want is to kill now. I’d actually like to have a gun to shoot. It would be easier to kill people with. But I guess a knife will do.

I’ve tried to kill myself in the past to prevent this. I knew this would happen. I just knew something would go wrong. But I think it’s too late to prevent now. There’s nothing I can do. I’ll be hated for the rest of my life, by others and by myself. Nobody likes those who try to kill people. I wonder if this is what insanity is like. But insane people don’t know they’re insane, right? So I can’t be insane. Just frustrated and depressed.

I never wanted this. I just wanted to be normal. But I don’t think I’ll get the chance now.

There’s a train track near where I live. Just something for me to consider if I don’t go through with the school stabbing on Tuesday (assuming I even go to school Tuesday)

I’m going to commit a high school stabbing today. I’m not coming back.

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While the identity of the attacker remains something of an intentional mystery, the associated Tumblr account does give some tantalizing clues, including a number of photos, which have, at the time of our publication, not been redacted.


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Hillary Clinton raped Cathy O’Brien

Trigger warning: Rape, Pedophilia, Genital Mutilation, Inter-generational Abuse.

Obscene Works has a reputation for exposing rapists. Since no other medium is reporting that US Presidential Candidate Hillary Clinton faces un-investigated rape allegations, we find it our duty to do so here.


The allegations occur mid-way through the book TRANCE: Formation of America, a memoir by US citizen and CIA abuse victim Cathy O’Brien. In the book, which documents years of abuse O’Brien suffered as a child born into a highly-placed family with a history of sexual abuse, we learn how she was psychologically and physically abused, including “artistic” genital mutilation designed to increase her market value as a sexually trafficked individual.  When she was sixteen she was introduced to Bill Clinton, who raped her on a number of occasions, before eventually discovering that Hillary had done the same. This incident took place well before the first Clinton presidency.

[Bill] Clinton responded, “I don’t care. Get her the fuck out of here.” Hall’s wife led me away and locked me in a back bedroom. After an indeterminate period of time, I heard her telephone Hillary at the guest villa. She then drove me up the mountain through the dark to meet with Hillary.

Although I had previously met Hillary we had very little to say to each other – particularity since I was still dazed and tranced from the tortures I had endured at the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. Hillary knew I was a mind-controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a “normal” part of life in politics.

Hillary was fully clothed and stretched out on the bed sleeping when Hall’s wife and I arrived.

“Hillary, I brought you something you’ll really enjoy. Kind of an unexpected surprise. Bill ordered her out of the meeting and I look her to my bedroom and made an interesting discovery. She is literally a two- faced (referring to my vaginal mutilation carving) bitch.”

“Hmm?” Hillary opened her eyes and sleepily roused herself “Show me.”

Hall’s wife ordered me to take my clothes off while Hillary watched. “Is she clean?” Hillary asked, meaning disease free.

“Of course, she’s Byrd’s,” she responded, continuing the conversation as though I were not there, “Plus, I heard Houston say something about her being a Presidential Model, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.”

“It means she’s clean,” Hillary said matter-of-factually as she stood up. I was not capable of giving thought to such things back then, but I am aware in retrospect that all Presidential Model slaves I knew seemed to have an immunity to social diseases. It was a well known fact in the circles I was sexually passed around in that government level mind-controlled sex slaves were “clean” to the degree that none of my abusers took precautions such as wearing condoms.

Hall’s wife patted the bed and instructed me to display the mutilation. Hillary exclaimed, “God!” and immediately began performing oral sex on me. Apparently aroused by the carving in my vagina, Hillary stood up and quickly peeled out of her matronly nylon panties and pantyhose. Uninhibited despite a long day in the hot sun, she gasped, “Eat me, oh, god, eat me now.” I had no choice but to comply with her orders, and Bill Hall’s wife made no move to join me in my distasteful task. Hillary had resumed examining my hideous mutilation and performing oral sex on me when Bill Clinton walked in. Hillary lifted her head to ask, “How’d it go?”

None of the parties involved were ever investigated or charged in the matter, despite that fact that Ms. O’Brien’s full testimony (which mentions several other establishment figures as well) was entered into evidence as a submission to the August 3rd First Session of the 1977 Joint Hearing before the Select Committee on Intelligence and the Subcommittee on Health and Scientific Research of the Committee On Human Resources, United States Senate, in the Ninety-Fifth Congress. Though such a submission is made under the same weight of perjury as any courtroom legal accusation, the committee did not act on it, but instead classified it as a national security secret.  This failure of action mimics that often experienced by rape victims who are sidelined by the legal process which supposedly exists to protect them, and was, for OBrien, impetus to publish her testimony publicly.

However, in the years since, no media outlet has been willing to speak up for her, while her abusers have continued to ascend to greater and greater heights.

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AIDS-Drug Supervillain Buys Nazi Supercomputer.

You probably remember Martin Shkreli for cornering the market on a generic medication used by AIDS patients and then raising the price from $13.50 to $750.00 per dose.

You may have thought it impossible to for any human to be more garish than that, but if you did, you were wrong. Mr. Shkreli has outdone himself, taking to Facebook in an ostentatious selfie-display of some newly-purchased, extremely expensive Nazi memorabilia.

The picture shows an Enigma machine, an encryption calculator developed by the Germany in the 1930s and used for secure military communications. The gross indignity of spending cash heinously wrung from the suffering of AIDS patients collecting relics from an empire dedicated to evil seems lost on Martin. Perhaps his wry smile is an indication that he really is trying to make the world’s sickest joke.

At least the comments from his friends provide a little levity. It seems that Jerry Armbruster couldn’t miss a chance to jump and and incorrectly mansplain something that he thinks he learned from a movie, but actually didn’t.


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Google accidentally reveals sneaky business behind Calgary Herald cliché headline.

Somehow Google News figured out that this was a paid post, even though the Herald doesn’t identify it as such. Their subheading gives away the fact that this article was planted.



Those same words can’t be found on the web page itself.


Nor can they be found in the saved HTML version of the page.



In fact, they can’t even be found in any of the accompanying scripts or libraries associated with rendering the page.


So how did they end up in Google’s index? I suspect they were included when the piece was first posted, and then removed. But the best way to find out would be to contact the Alberta Press Council (of which the Herald is a member) and get in a fight with them about which of their standards of practice this violates. I would argue that a case could be made for transgressions against standards 1-7, 14, 15 and 17. But, then, I don’t own a “newspaper.”


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RIP Danny the Yippie.

I met Danny Schechter in Portland Oregon in 2010.a-danny-schechterThere was an anarchist “unconvention” of some type at a local college, and Schechter was scheduled to present a screening of his new film “Pludner” and a lecture. Unfortunately, Noam Chompsky was speaking at the same time, and so there was no audience for Danny. I was there selling copies of Chief of Staff and Class War. He looked through Class War and expressed interest in some of the documents it contained. I explained to him where he could locate them all online, for free, and he expressed surprise that I would undercut my own “profit motive” by giving away knowledge for free after putting a price tag on it. In the end we bartered. He gave me a copy of Plunder and I gave him a copy of Chief of Staff.
The following then transpired on 2/18/11,  via Email:


I’m sorry I didn’t realize earlier who you were. When we ran into each
other at the Hippie convention in Portland, and you gave me a copy of
Plunder and I gave you a copy of Chief of Staff. I took that copy of
Plunder down to southern Mexico, where I lent it to the son of a
baseball player who’s opinion was “it’s very repetitive” so I haven’t
yet had the leisure time to read it. It travels with me still, though,
part of that inevitable ephemera bubble each of us engenders as we
push our way forward through this nightmare.

I’d like to see your film. I think it’s a right shame that Gnome guy
stole all the limelight. I’d seen WMD and In Debt We Trust, both fine
films, and wish I’d taken the time out of my busy day to recognize you
and thank you  for your quality productions.

Anyway, I’m trying to find a copy your Plunder film online so I can
watch it. I recently released the book I was selling at the conference
as a free ebook, under the following press release:


Attention all revolutionaries. In support of our brothers and sisters
currently liberating Egypt, we at Obscene Works Imprint have decided
to release the PDF/E-book version of CLASS WAR for FREE! Almost 600
pages of detailed instructions for dismantling government. If you’re
one of the few Egyptians with internet access, this is 413MB you need
to allocate room for immediately.



More recently I’ve been delving into nature of the Masonic fraternity
ruling America. I’ve released another book on that topic, currently
available for free here:


Both documents are large and information dense.

Anyway, I’m just wondering what you’ve been up to, and how I can see
your film over the internet. I will soon be departing for six months
in southern rural mexico and would like to download it or view it via
a streaming media site before I leave.

Peace be among you,

-Owen Ferguson

My film, Plunder The Crime Of Our Time is on iTunes, Netflix etc. See plunderthecrimeofourtime.com
I am still struggling to get it seen….

I have two books on this subject: Plunder: Investigating Our Economic Calamity (2008) Cosimo Books and The Crime Of Our Time (2010)-Disinformation Books”

If the son of a baseball player says “it”–what? the film, the book, both?–is repetitive, it must be. My apologies to the world. Smile

Was that a “hippie convention” I went to? I was a YIPPIE.

Keep rocking


He said that he found the book repetitive. We’re both still trying to
see a copy of the movie.

sorry, i guess he knows it all….I don’t think it is repetitive. So there
Go to iTunes

Fair enough. I’ll let you know my own take once I get a chance to read it.

 Me to gerardo, danny
Hey G. This is the guy who wrote that book that I lent you and you
said was repetitive. I told him your opinion, but he wants it for
himself. Let him have it. Remember, he’s from the world of TV, where
they repeat things and mean them in different ways with pictures
behind the words.



Danny: you need to be the news vivisectional. I know you understand
the TV medium better than any of us writers ever could. The kids don’t
have time to wait for the systems to suicide through slow collapse.
People in Mexico are burning down telephone booths in record numbers.
It was in those YIPPIE! activist magazines printed with withe trust
fund money that were scattered about the place at Econvergence before
HRH Noam arrived to opine from the socialist godhead. You and me,
we’re just the guys on the outside, looking into the glass onion. I
respect the body of your work immensely. Wish I had been smart enough
to option you for my imprint really early, before TV producing made
your writing more narrative and immaterial. The feeling my wife and I
got as we showered in the handi-capped washroom in the basement of
that church, was “Not Hippie – Preppy!” Like, manufacturing consensus
about the awesomeness of democracy. Kids are paying extra to got to
schools that teach them the wrong words for economic literacy.

Love from Canada and Mexico,


I studied Economics under some of the guys quoted on that book, yet I can
safely say that my greatest accomplishment is being the son of a AAA

Maybe the book didn’t leave an imprint on me simply because the fleecing
of Americans by their corporations is far removed from my preoccupations.
I’m just drudging on, trying to cope with the 3000 kinds of shit raining
down on us here in Mexico.

Sometimes economic literacy is as useful as a fly swatter, locked inside a
cage with a tiger.


The key is to bend the fly swatter into a tiny cage and convince the
tiger that you’re both outside its frame of reference, locked inside
the box by your collective shame and chagrin.

Or bend it out straight and convince him to dance for the jailers
while you pick the lock.

T minus 2 weeks

Swat the eyes, not the balls.
Like in any business, the secret is: location, location, location.

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