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I first came across the name “Rahman Hosain” when I put the surname “Engstrom” into the DOJ search bar, looking for references to Royce Engstrom, the former President of the University of Montana, and finding Hosain’s partner, Alicia Engstrom, instead. When I went looking for more context I found the financial flop of Hosain’s tech company, Jawbone, and an unhappy investor, Jeffrey Epstein. Interesting.

The Forbes article that provided this context first discusses one of Epstein’s most important tech connections, Peter Thiel, and Valar Ventures, which I mentioned in this post about Missoula’s Mayor, Andrea Davis, and her globalist tendencies, which publicly emerged when she eagerly traveled to Harvard to get her Mayoral marching orders.

One of Epstein’s earliest and most prolific correspondents in tech was PayPal founder and Founders Fund investor Peter Thiel. Epstein swapped scores of emails with the conservative investor dating back to 2014, and the pair appear to have met for meals at least eight times through 2017, according to emails in the DOJ archive. Epstein floated invitations for dinner with academic Noam Chomsky, director Woody Allen and former Norwegian diplomat Terje Rød-Larsen over email, and offered intros to the likes of former Israeli prime minister Ehud Barak and former Russian deputy economy minister Sergey Belyakov, the emails show. On multiple occasions, Epstein invited Thiel to his island. “Im always free to do as i please,” Epstein wrote in 2014. “would you prefer to visit the island or i can meet in ny.” Thiel’s spokesperson Jeremiah Hall said Thiel never traveled to the island and did not comment further on the billionaire venture capitalist’s dealings with Epstein.

The Founders Fund is why Peter Thiel, Sam Altman and Elon Musk were in Montana last June, just north of Missoula, which I covered here. I also wrote about Andrew Farkas, another Epstein-connected man with deep pockets, enjoying the same geography as the PayPal Mafia, and his potential connection to a guy by the name of Klaus von Stutterheim, a Berlin-born banker from New York who moved to Montana to ride horses and tell Missoula County voters what Democrat to vote for.

So far I am the ONLY ONE to have publicly connected Klaus von Stutterheim to what I believe was, at the time, a local Democrat influence operation tied to the wider world of Epstein influence in Big Sky Country.

Further down in the Forbes piece we learn about the company Jawbone and how this surveillance tech went belly up:

The files indicate that Epstein also backed Jawbone, the failed fitness tracker and headset company, which went under in 2017. Investment documents released by the DOJ, which call him a “major investor,” indicate he lost his full investment of $10 million. In a tense August 2018 email exchange with cofounder and CEO Hosain Rahman, Epstein demanded a settlement. “It is simple,” he wrote. “The obligation is yours. If you had a current net worth of over 100 million I would without a doubt use my resources to recover the monies that you received from me.”

Rahman replied, “I absolutely acknowledge that I made mistakes while running the last business. I have learned a ton of painful lessons from those mistakes. Those mistakes were never intentional and I don’t agree that I misled you about your prior investment.” Rahman didn’t respond to a request for comment.

No comment, Rahman? Why not? Were you too busy hanging out with the kind of celebrities, like Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce, who enjoy hanging out at the Yellowstone Club?

Because buying a house at this infamous resort is exactly what Rahman Hosain did, we will find out, with money lavished on his tech-vision by JP Morgan and other investors, like Jeffrey Epstein.

First, here’s what the good times were like for Hosain, Gates, and anyone else enjoying those Yellowstone “boat parties”:

Yes, things must have been looking GREAT in 2012. The tech pal of the Bodnars, Jim Messina, had just helped Obama get reelected, a Pritzker was selected as “commerce” secretary, and life was good for child-fucking psychopaths. Then Jawbone took a massive face-plant, which this Axios piece details:

Last week’s news of Jawbone filing for Chapter 7 bankruptcy was met with a collective shrug from most in Silicon Valley, likely because the company’s failure took absolutely no one by surprise. But many of its investors are quietly fuming. Some because they’ve been unable to get information from Jawbone about the liquidation plans, or if Jawbone co-founder and CEO Hosain Rahman plans to bid on some of the assets for his new startup (which also will focus in some way on healthcare wearables). Some just because of the size of the loss and frustration over what they believe was profligate spending on things like private jets while the company struggled to meet its product delivery goals.

The article continues by describing the litigation that JP Morgan initiated when it became clear Jawbone was finished. Here’s the part (screenshot) about the bank’s loan to Rahman and Engstrom for the Yellowstone Club property.

When you read this Axios article it’s important to note that it was written in 2017, so of course there is “fascination” that Rahman “hasn’t become a Silicon Valley pariah”. In 2026 we know better, or at least we SHOULD.

If we DON’T know better, why would that be? Perhaps because legacy media in Montana stopped at the dinosaur dude, Jack Horner, while some Great Falls Facebook page puts out AI-written slop while shit-talking “conspiracy blog posts”.

Perhaps “The Weekly Bust” can help us understand why the globalist child-fuckers felt it was finally the right time to release the files. What I realized, after reading their slop, is that human cognition has become SO FUCKED by an over-reliance on large language models, the combined effect of legacy media silence and whatever The Weekly Bust thinks they’re doing ensures NOTHING substantive will happen to address how poisoned our entire system has become by the depraved appetites of wealth and power.

I went to the Facebook Page to interact with these geniuses and here’s a little peek into what we can expect from “alt-media” in Montana:

No wonder people with money move to places like Montana to establish their fiefdoms, our local populations are woefully disadvantaged when it comes to understanding the depth of what we’re dealing with. Sigh.

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When you understand how important narrative control is, shows like Scarpetta become more than entertainment to enjoy; they create the literal framework through which your mind perceives reality, and this effect deepens the more realistic these shows become.

With a little critical thinking and basic understanding of human nature, a discerning viewer might be able to further see that deeper levels of analysis exist when you apply the idea that people involved in doing things they’re not supposed to be doing are capable of using a wide range of techniques to avoid detection, like speaking in code, for example.

Nicole Kidman fighting for truth as a fictional medical examiner is a sick joke being played on a traumatized public that can’t fathom the scope and scale of what Epstein represents, like the fact plenty of WOMEN have benefited from the vast criminal conspiracy that was less a blackmail operation than it was a coordinated effort at making an insane power play to control the future of human development.

This coming week I think I’m going to revisit my scrutiny of human trafficking and dead bodies in Montana, along with the “fight” supposedly being fought by the “good guys”, in order to highlight why eating our local version of Scarpetta means dealing with coroners, not medical examiners. If you’ve binge-watched this show, like I did, then you’ll know Kidman’s character LAUGHS at the mention of the word “coroner”. Full disclosure: I laughed to.

In the show only Scarpetta thinks there’s a serial killer killing women, and one way this is covered up by authorities is by exploiting the demarcation line of turf when the dead woman’s corpse is found to be straddling jurisdictions, with her upper torso and head submerged in water. It’s kind of like the Rebekah Barsotti case and the games played by BOTH Mineral and Missoula County Sheriff Offices.

Personally, considering I was WAY TOO CLOSE to that case, I should have remembered the function of Nicole Kidman in Kubrick’s last movie, Eyes Wide Shut, and the likelihood that her role at the end was to distract Tom Cruise’s character as their children are taken away by the cult.

In Scarpetta the dead woman’s death is called an accident for the career aspirations of the other medical examiner, and he was rewarded by the Governor for maintaining the illusion of safety for tourists. Hmmm, I said to myself, that certainly sounds familiar.

With Missoula authorities not able to publicly identify a dead body four months now after it was found down the Kim Williams trail, and with the disinterest shown to me last week for an hombre’s fun time with mojitos and a young girl in a towel, I’m glad I kept the photo double of the hombre so I can ask around the scattered encampments about this dude, and introduce myself to any new faces that might be appearing to be “studied” by this valley’s best LARP, the University of Montana campus.

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Yesterday I received this recruitment propaganda for my oldest kid in the mail, a kid who isn’t even 18 years old yet. I’ll let him know on Sunday that Uncle Sam would like to take his mind and fill it with garbage about the world so that wealthy, child-fucking psychopaths following a religious script can continue freely breathing. I don’t think he’ll take the bait.

The Erika Kirk Op is another attempt to get at my children, and it’s one that I am NOT ok with. All the Christian conservatives horrified at the “woke” agenda better think twice before doing the exact same thing under the assumption that THEIR CAUSE is righteous, because it’s not. Paul Vallely’s work with Uncle Sam’s favorite Satanist, Michael Aquino, ensures the spiritual hypocrisy of TPUSA will be easy to find for anyone with ACTUAL discernment.

A few centuries ago Messianic dudes like Jacob Frank and his predecessor, Sabbatai Zevi, were clear with what they preached to their followers when they said, essentially, TRUST THE PLAN! That same message still persists as the stubborn sentiment of a highly sophisticated narrative-control operation we are in the middle of, one I’m getting pretty tired of documenting.

People don’t want their beliefs challenged and heroes killed, but with what I now know about vast sectors of our culture, like the entertainment industry, I’m mystified by the gleeful veneration (especially by women) of artists like David Lynch, who’s own daughter grew up to write a journal in the voice of the woman in Daddy’s tv show who got raped by her father, passed around to other men at One Eyed Jack’s, then murdered to protect her abusers.

While literally everyone around the globe went through different versions of hell five years ago when the Covid panic shut everything down, those of us who were parents of young kids resisting the MASSIVE social pressure to penetrate their bodies with needles for the “medicine” are probably the LEAST likely to forget that time period. It makes the recruitment material that arrived that much more obscene to me.

If you want to understand the actual depths of what us humans might be up against, a recent appearance by Nathan Gillis on the NDS podcast is worth checking out. Gillis is a unique character who really opens up at the end of this interview about why he does this work (early experiencer) and what the personal costs have been for him. I’ve incorporated his insights into my own research because of how deeply it resonates with me.

Later this month I’m tentatively scheduled to bring my cultural decoding chops to the PsyOp Cinema podcast again for an in-depth breakdown of Ari Aster’s flick, Eddinton. I’ve given Aster’s deeply relevant strategic mockery of the Covid era my second viewing and DAMN! Could a movie set in New Mexico really have all the Montana pointers that I think I’ve found, or have I finally gone FULL SCHIZO?

If you want to see how “Missoula” I sometimes steered the conversation in my debut analysis of Sneakers, here’s the link. Keeping up with Brett and Thomas is a fun challenge because they know how to bring in all kinds of references that even close viewings by other content creators of these cinematic targets often miss.

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Yesterday, while local law enforcement did their “training” at the former Missoulian building, I was sifting through an “urban camp” visible from the Higgins bridge when I found the image of a young girl in a towel, which I turned in to a policeman who couldn’t have cared less.

The encampment with the concerning material is located on the property of the former Missoulian building where “retired” CIA man, John Talbot, used to work, controlling the narratives that shaped the thinking of this town. Now that a massive condo project is being once again planned for this piece of prime real estate, let’s enter the mind of a “news” reporter as he fondly recalls working at this building and peeping on unsuspecting citizens enjoying physical intimacy on the grass.

The little park between the trail and an irrigation canal had a series of humps for visual relief. MRA imagined they might have been used for BMX bikers. Instead they were popular with daycare children, and college kids who came to make out in the summer. Missoulian staff would watch from the windows when especially horny couples would get going. We often considered getting big score cards so we could rate performance from the upstairs windows like Olympics judges.

Even though he looks like a stereotypical pedophile, Rob Chaney isn’t the “monster” who I was thinking of when I put “monster” in the title of this post. No, the person I consider to be a monster is a musician who died two years ago and, because he spent time growing up in Missoula, The Pulp was quick to fawn over the “exhilarating freedom” of this musical celebrity who helped engineer Nirvana’s In Utero.

Broadly speaking, Steve Albini did not give a shit. He did not care what you, a random person, might think. He often said that explicitly and implied it in many other ways.

He did care, though. He was fanatical about music, specifically the nexus of music, art, aesthetics and ethics. He cared about details: about how to properly mic a kick drum, for example. But also about big ideas, like how communities support art and how commercialization stifles art. And he cared, despite his reputation as a misanthrope, about people—particularly other musicians, artists and outsiders, but he also cared about humans more broadly.

What I’m going to do now is annihilate this dangerously false impression Leif Fredrickson has created with his white-washed depiction of a VERY disturbed individual, and the screenshot I’m going to use comes from a blog post by Chris Knowles accurately calling Albini the “Alt-Rock Epstein”. Here’s why (trigger warning):

When I write blog posts about culture, like this one about the cultural context of a Missoula-based double homicide, it’s usually because I know MORE than what I’m choosing to publicly write about, like ongoing criminal charges involving minors against someone once pedestaled by the University of Montana’s “Design Team“.

Who could it be?

The first and only time I had the pleasure of being in the presence of a real FBI agent, it was because they were looking for a producer of child porn who was potentially traveling with the Rainbow Family, so that’s why they came to the Poverello Center, where I had just started working as an Americorps VISTA. Maybe it was early peeks like this that allowed me to figuratively kill my heroes when I learn new things about them. Here’s a good example to conclude this post.

My 2026 impression of the poet, Allen Ginsberg, is that he was a sexual predator and serial rapist who possibly molested the son of a well-known University of Montana professor. One source with direct knowledge of this time period in Missoula said it was his understanding that this kid, who grew up to have mental health issues, was possibly doing drugs, like LSD, as early as the age of 9 years old.

I’ve documented my case for this assertion in unpublished research I’m still trying to figure out what to do with, so I won’t include the name of the professor and his son (both now dead) in this post, but the possibilities of what was happening in Missoula over the past half-century is why I am now VERY critical of how we got to this point of total insanity.

So stay tuned, more to come…

I was biking over the Higgins Bridge earlier today when I noticed a visible pile of trash located on the property owned by Cole Bergquist and “new” investor, Hawkins Development, a Boise-based development group that Bergquist had to negotiate with Department of Justice in order to bring on to this massive condo project on prime real estate in the heart of downtown Missoula.

Hawkins, a Boise-based development group, is partnering with Bergquist on the project after he removed former business partners Aaron and Jadon Wagner from the deal. Last year, Aaron Wagner was indicted by a federal grand jury on felony counts of wire fraud and money laundering and pleaded not guilty in May, the Missoulian reported. Bergquist said he negotiated with the Department of Justice, multiple banks and investors to switch the project’s partners.

“It was a super heavy lift, and something my team has really been celebrating,” he said. “Finding new partners, bringing them in and getting the buyout approved is really breathing new life into this project.”

Do I share Bergquist’s excitement? No, unlike our local law enforcement, I don’t benefit from this property the way they do, which was evident when I saw about a half dozen cops standing around “training”.

Missoula law enforcement have been regularly using this private property for training purposes after its interior became a transient flophouse they had to clear out, something that’s gone unreported by local legacy media.

When I did a little garbology in the pile of trash visible from the bridge, what I found seemed like the kind of stuff law enforcement might be curious about. Turns out, I was wrong.

I put a piece of paper over the face of the young girl wrapped in a blue towel, so you will have to take my word that she appeared to be no older than 10 or 11 years old. The context of drinking and gambling gave me the distinct impression that I should let professionals assess what this material could be.

This picture includes some faces of men I did NOT cover with paper because they have nothing to worry about, apparently. The professional assessment from the cop at the police station, who I gave this “scrapbook” to, told me there was nothing to worry about, it wasn’t CP. Thank goodness!

Did the cop at the station want to know where I found this? No. Did he want to know my name? No, though he said I could write down my name if I wanted to. Instead I suggested he read my blog, where I told him I would be writing about this, including publishing the pictures I had documented. He couldn’t have cared less.

After getting brushed off by cops, I talked to someone in the art community who had been in this area recently and, after a ball rolled under a hedge, they found a Dell computer tower hidden in the bushes. A computer tower? No, that isn’t shady at all.

Thankfully, the artist did the considerate thing and decided NOT to pester local law enforcement with the possibility of finding something criminal on Cole Bergquist’s private property. Maybe I should learn to do the same.

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