Johnny Vedmore
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Black Hand #5 – The Original Jeffrey Epstein
There was once a wealthy billionaire philanthropist who owned houses in Palm Beach, New York, and France, as well as a Caribbean Island paradise where he hosted young girls for elite sex parties, far away from prying eyes. Like the infamous paedophile people trafficker Jeffrey Epstein, this Harvard graduate sent his employees into the streets to recruit young girls for him to coerce and molest.
By Johnny Vedmore6 months ago in Criminal
Black Hand #4 – A Match Made in Hell
At the height of the Cold War, in a country experiencing the final throes of a post-war economic boom, one strange man went on to play a central role in a scandal that brought down the British government. In a master class of how to get away with grand espionage, Hod Dibben coasted through danger seemingly without any fear. The night clubs of London, which have been the focus of our attention so far, are all under new ownership after a series of tragic deaths of their previous owners and hostesses. As always, with anything Horace Dibben did during this period, elite sex parties and sadomasochistic orgies were a key part of what would eventually develop into the Profumo Affair.
By Johnny Vedmore6 months ago in Criminal
Black Hand #3 – The Devil Himself
The peculiar and fascinating Horace “Hod” Dibben took over Esmeralda’s Barn within a year of Esmeralda Gullan’s tragic death. Hod’s supposed ward, Patsy Morgan Dibben, was then put in charge of the club and the Barn then became the centre of intelligence-led spy-games, gangland infiltration and an elite sex blackmail operation. Soon Patsy Morgan-Dibben would go missing, reportedly taken by the devil himself. Let’s take a look at the mad world of satanic super-spy Hod Dibben.
By Johnny Vedmore6 months ago in Criminal
Black Hand #2 – The London Night Club Trap
In the previous instalment of this series, we examined the tragic death of Esmeralda Gullan, the founder of Esmeralda’s Barn, a night club located in an affluent part of London’s West End. However, Esmeralda was not the only female night club owner or hostess to be found dead or dying during this period. In fact, as we are about to discover, she was just one of a collection of inter-connected women who were involved in night club management and whose deaths were ruled as accidental or as suicides around the same time.
By Johnny Vedmore6 months ago in Criminal
Black Hand #1 – A Song For Esmeralda
Esmeralda Gullan, also known as Esmeralda Noel Smith, was a talented young starlet who was beginning to become famous before the outbreak of World War II. After the war, she became a strong and powerful businesswoman and, by 1955, Esme had created four unique establishments in and around Knightsbridge, Mayfair, and Belgravia including the notorious London nightclub, Esmeralda’s Barn.
By Johnny Vedmore6 months ago in Criminal
Were GlaxoSmithKline Testing Experimental Drugs on Vulnerable Girls? Kendall House Part 2
There was once an out of control psychiatric doctor and consultant working for the NHS. A man who had access to thousands of vulnerable people of all ages and would abuse his privileged position to commit horrible acts of malfeasance. A man who I can only describe as truly evil but most of you will never have heard his name. I’ve been on this case for a few years and it’s time to put pen to paper and tell you about some of what I’ve discovered so far.
By Johnny Vedmore5 years ago in Criminal
Jeffrey Epstein’s Salty Dinner Party in Damnation - Based on a 2003 Article by the New York Magazine
Jeffrey could have easily reached across the table to obtain the salt but Dershowitz was so close that he decided to risk asking him again. Epstein asked politely, “Sorry Alan, could you pass me the salt shaker?” Dershowitz didn’t react straight away, he was trying to cut through the tough steak which lay like a slice of compressed ash on his dinner plate. Alan looked up from under his questioning brow, “I’m sorry Jeffrey, I don’t have the salt shaker.” Dershowitz continued sawing into his slice of meat/dolomite, he didn’t like to be bothered while he was busy concentrating. Epstein looked up towards Peter Mandelson who was sat on the other side of Dershowitz. Mandelson smiled at Epstein as he picked up the salt shaker, “Do you want this Jeffrey?” asked Peter as he poured the salt onto the floor. Once every grain had been shaken onto the damp slate floor, Mandelson screwed the shaker top back on and threw the empty glass container to a slouched and ever frustrated Epstein.
By Johnny Vedmore5 years ago in Criminal
The Genetics of Bill Gates: Treason, Decapitation, Exile, Slavery, and Hiding the Links to Israel
I enjoy researching family histories. I’m always fascinated by how genes express themselves from generation to generation. We are the same creatures as our ancestors were. Even though we may have become healthier, more savvy, and live in a very different reality from our distant relatives, doesn’t mean we can’t learn anything from their journey. In fact, the process of researching your own family tree will often leave you feeling as though you’ve been looking in a mirror. If you go back far enough, you may even come across yourself.
By Johnny Vedmore5 years ago in The Swamp
Ghislaine Maxwell, Sarah Kellen, Madonna, and Rosie O'Donnell - This Picture is Worth About 1000 Words.
On a background of a red flag with yellow stars, Ghislaine Maxwell and Sarah Kellen are captured by photographer Patrick McMullen at an extremely exclusive event in New York. The photograph will be used again and again on articles all over the globe covering Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell, and their gang of child trafficking pedophile helpers and enablers. But how much do you know about a photo that you’ve seen over and over? Let me provide you with a little context to understand what you are actually looking at.
By Johnny Vedmore6 years ago in The Swamp
Johnny’s Data Diving Part 3: CWT’s Rape Porn Data Shame - An IT Architect of His Own Downfall #SVAW
This is possibly the most ironic story that I’ll ever tell. Around six months after I originally released the story, the man involved came to me and asked for a second chance to continue with his life without this article hanging over him. He convinced me that he was extremely remorseful and he also gave me proof that he was committed to doing good works as well as informing me of some of his other good deeds. For this reason, and to give him the benefit of the doubt, I will refer to him as Marcus Baggio throughout the story. But I will also be keeping a close eye on the gentleman in question and I withhold the right to change that decision at a later date if there is any further information which implicates the individual in anything sinister.
By Johnny Vedmore6 years ago in Criminal
One Flew Over the Cuckold Press: A Lifetime of Fake News Backfires!. Top Story - June 2020.
The big mainstream media organisations and all of their many collaborators are in imminent danger. The many years of spinning and falsifying news stories for the police, national intelligence services, big corporations, and the various western governments, have caught up with them. Most of the so-called “professional journalists” today are little more than parrots repeating the official establishment lines and avoiding conflict with any official body by complying with all their wishes without any questions asked.
By Johnny Vedmore6 years ago in The Swamp
A Co-Vid Carol: An Unseasonable Dickensian Romp Through 3 Underrated TV Series - ICYMI
I turned off the television. I’d made a cup of tea for bed, fed the cats, and I’d even planted a little Brie on a piece of toasted brioche with a couple of grapes resting atop. The dark red grapes almost tasted like pomegranates and apparently they had come all the way from Chile, according to their plastic label.. I was busy snacking on the midnight tidbit as I walked towards my front door to secure it for my intended sleepy night ahead. Suddenly there were a loud three bangs on the door just as I was only a few feet away. The cup of tea I was holding spilled over my wrist as surprise and fear rushed through my very soul. I automatically sprang backwards in an attempt to social distance myself from the person rapping on the other side. I glanced across the room for my face mask in a panic only to find my little tuxedo cat was using it for her catnap bedding. I whipped it off the chair in great haste, to the cat's severe dissatisfaction, and began wrapping it around my face as I walked towards the now silent door. I tried to say hello but the mask was encrusted with my cat's thick black and white hair that had begun to shed for the coming summer months. I pulled off the mask quickly and spat hair at the door, I had inhaled it into my nostrils and could feel some tickling the back of my throat. I spluttered and coughed at the door for a moment until my saliva was dribbling down my face.
By Johnny Vedmore6 years ago in Geeks
