132. RUPPERT MILKS HIS FOLLOWERS FOR MONEY
Mike Ruppert* is the Oral Roberts of peak oil. Everybody is out to get him, so he's been forced into the unfortunate position of having to milk his followers for cash to pay his rent, bills and moving expenses. The really scary part is that he's going to (yikes!) go silent if the checks aren't forthcoming. Lord, let's hope it doesn't come to that. That'd be almost as bad as the 900-foot Jesus taking Oral "home":
I have loaned all of my father's life insurance back to FTW to keep it serving you through the sabotage, back taxes and court cases. I have not taken a paycheck since March. Yet every FTW employee has always been paid on time and we are current with our creditors. But it is now getting difficult for me to pay my rent and personal bills.
Seeking refuge in a foreign country remains a less-desirable option if things get worse but it is one that I cannot rule out.
Presently, Denial Stops Here is in the final stages of editing and music mixing. I do not have enough money to reproduce it to sell. I do not have enough money to relocate FTW and its staff. The one thing I can do is to sell my car to finance the DVD, but that would pose other serious problems. I have traveled to participate in two events in Washington this year at my own expense.
We’re running on fumes at FTW and we have been forced to reach out for help again.
In 2000, FTW subscribers responded almost overnight with $11,000 to keep us going after a business plan to resurrect suppressed books was torpedoed by a high school classmate who had worked for the National Security Agency leaving me on the hook for several thousand dollars.
In 2003, thanks to you, FTW raised more than $130,000 in five weeks to pay for a series of full-page ads which ran in major newspapers around the country and really upset some major politicians and special interests. FTW will be eternally grateful to a wonderful man, Jack Gubanc, who made that first ad in the Washington Post possible. Jack showed us what kind of support we had out there, and we sadly mourn his recent passing. Rest in Peace, Jack.
We need that much again and more. It’s not just me that has to move. We have four staff members with families and we need to secure office space in our selected community before leaving here.
If you read FTW regularly, and if you have read Crossing the Rubicon you understand how critical it is that we get out of Los Angeles now. You know that – before this descending curtain of repression and collapse sinks any lower – we must release our new DVD. There is no more time.Source
*) See 91. LET'S MAKE A DOOM DEAL, 115. MIKE RUPPERT, PEAK OIL STOOGE, 116. DALE ALLEN PFIEFFER WISES UP)