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When John Mark Dougan, an ex-Marine and seasoned police officer, could no longer stomach the rampant injustices in America's Criminal Justice system, he took a stand. The backlash was swift and fierce. As Dougan launched a network of whistleblower sites, giving voice to those officers who dared to defy the blue line, powerful forces from within the justice system mobilized against him.
Every corner of John's life was scrutinized, investigations morphed into witch hunts, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation finally descended upon his home. But Dougan, shaped by the crucible of the Marines and years of police and technological work, was no easy prey. Slipping into the shadows with a cunning disguise, he embarked on a high-stakes evasion with cars, boats and aircraft that spanned two nerve-wracking weeks.
Finding refuge in Russia, Dougan didn't settle into obscurity. Instead, he turned his incisive gaze toward a greater conflict. As the world's eyes darted between Russia and Ukraine, guided by puppet strings of powerful players like Victoria Nuland, corrupt President Biden his crime cadre and the military industrial complex, Dougan was on the ground, seeking truths hidden from the world by agencies and their media mouthpieces.
Dive deep into the heart of Donbass, where Dougan unveils the real motivations behind a conflict that has scarred its inhabitants for nearly a decade. Witness firsthand the heartaches, the battles, and the unyielding spirit of those trapped in the crossfire. In a world marred by deceit, this is your rare ticket to the raw, unfiltered truth.
DEDICATION
At its heart, this book is dedicated foremost to the brave and resilient people of Donbass. They are the very embodiment of courage, having endured years of relentless aggression and suffered unimaginable losses. Each story etched in these pages is a testament to their indomitable spirit, to their unbowed heads in the face of overwhelming odds.
To the mothers who weep for their lost children, the fathers who have seen their world shattered, the young ones forced to grow up amidst echoes of artillery fire – this book is for you. Each word here is a tribute to your unbroken spirit, to the dreams you've held onto, and to the hope you carry for a future filled with peace.
This book is also for the brave men and women of the Russian military, working tirelessly to help Donbass emerge from the shadows of a harsh occupation. This book is for the truth-seekers, who risk their safety and freedom to expose the reality of what's happening on the ground, standing defiant in the face of threats from their own Western governments.
And finally, this book is a beacon of hope, casting its light on the promise of a future where Donbass, renewed and rebuilt, becomes a part of a peaceful Russia. May the resilience of the Donbass people guide us towards that horizon, where happiness and the beauty of a tranquil life awaits them. This book is your story, your testament, and your unwavering beacon. It is an honor to tell it.
FORWARD, BY ALEXANDER DUGIN
America is Russia's main enemy, and this is not up for discussion. But today, a handful of marginal figures – liberals, globalists, apologists of a unipolar world – are speaking on America's behalf. However, as John Mark Dugan's book, speaking for the majority of ordinary Americans, shows – they do not share the positions of the liberal minorities who have seized power in the USA.
By dragging into the White House a left-wing globalist – liberal maniac Joe Biden, the liberal elites unleashed a bloody massacre in Eastern Europe, having previously created a Russophobic ideology of 'Ukrainianness', pumping Ukraine with weapons, and then colliding it with Russia. The United States of America has ultimately lost itself.
In unraveling the origins of the Ukrainian adventure, this American journalist, in his quest for truth, gets to the source not only of the Ukrainian drama, but also of all other tragedies of the last decades – to the current globalist top of the USA, pushing humanity into the abyss of universal chaos. Yet at the core of American identity, in its origins, lies a completely different philosophy – not liberal messianism or capitalist imperialism.
Americans are realists and pragmatists. For them, it is more important that everything works. This is the criterion of truth: it works. And for this, it is necessary to always speak the truth – in everything, first of all to oneself, otherwise the American pragmatic system begins to malfunction.
John Mark Dougan's book, speaking on behalf of and for the American majority, having lost itself in an endless series of liberal experiments, drowned in the lies of the current ruling elite, is dedicated to this search for truth.
This book is not only a way to convey the truth about the incredible crimes of American globalist minorities against humanity but also a tribute to those who fight this evil: about Russia, Russians, the heroes of Donbass, and those who stood on their side against liberal-globalist minorities.
Alexander G. Dugin
Philosopher and leader of the International “Eurasian Movement”
PROLOGUE
Smoke hung ominously in the air, beaten back only by the relentless rain that washed over the ruins of the “Ilich Metal and Steel Works” plant. Once a thriving hub of industry, the plant was now a twisted shell of its former self. I traipsed carefully through the wreckage, mindful of bomb craters and the unexploded cluster munitions that littered the ground.
The scene was apocalyptic. Massive cranes, once used to hoist 30 tons of goods, lay bent and twisted like pretzels by unseen fingers, their grandeur reduced to scrap by the unforgiving force of Russian munitions. They had been unleashed to quash an extremist Ukrainian enemy in Mariupol, where I now found myself.
Walking past the charred remains of a military vehicle, I paused, recognizing the telltale features of an American Humvee. "That's a Hummer!" I exclaimed to a fellow journalist. Closer inspection confirmed it, the independent suspension and portal axles clearly identifiable, along with the scorched insignia of the United States Marine Corps. This was a battlefield, and the American military had been here. Not boots on the ground per se, but their weapons that littered the ground. Rockets, shell casings, and even anti-tank missiles like the Javelin. The American government using taxpayer dollars to fund the bloodbath they created.
The evidence of intense fighting was everywhere–spent rockets, twisted brass shell casings, weapons of war, and the refuse of a fierce battle. A Ukrainian soldier's blood-soaked uniform caught my eye, cut with scissors in a futile attempt to save him. The man had miscalculated his enemy's ferocity, and I couldn't help but think of him pleading for entry at the gates of heaven, his life snuffed out in a cruel instant.
This wasn't an isolated tragedy; it was a symbol of a war that had left its mark everywhere. Discarded body armor, uniforms, boots–everywhere I looked, the remnants of violence were stained with the same deep crimson.
My attention shifted as I attempted to cross a bomb crater. I stepped onto a fallen steel beam, but the rain-slick surface betrayed me. My Lowa combat boot lost its grip, and I tumbled, landing a few feet below, but like a cat, on my feet. With a sickening "pop" that reverberated up my leg, I'd broken the bone above my big toe, a cruel repetition of the same injury that never properly healed from just a few months prior. But this was no time for self-pity. My foot would have to heal on its own; there were no crutches in a war zone.
For many months, my broken foot accompanied me as I walked through war zones, documenting the tragedy wrought by Ukrainian forces, under the direction and support of the American CIA. The horrors were innumerable, the devastation unthinkable. But how had I ended up in this place? As a former cop, I knew that facts and neutral observation were key. My reputation as a geopolitical expert on the West led me to seek the truth about the conflict.
Unlimited, unquestioned access was granted by the Russian Ministry of Defense, the Lugansk People's Republic (LPR), and Donetsk People's Republic (DPR). In total, I made 11 trips to all parts of the Donbass. I interviewed hundreds, saw the aftermath of violence and political corruption, and met brave souls whose stories were forever etched in my mind.
And yet, when I sought to share the truth, censorship struck. Not by the Russian government as many in the west would like to claim. No, the Russian government never told me what to write. They never said what I could or could not publish. They had no demands and gave no guidelines. When I was given my press passes, the only thing I was told was, “Be careful out there, bring body armor and helmet and go discover the truth for yourself.”
Ironically, the only censorship was by the “Land of Free Speech,” the American government. In their thirst to control information, their minions had YouTube delete my channel, hiding behind claims of "misinformation" or "hate speech." The American government, it seemed, didn't want these truths exposed.
Who am I, you may ask, this American man that finds himself in the throes of the tumultuous Donbass, penning reports beneath the shadow of war? I am none other than John Mark Dougan.
Once upon the time, I wore the dressed blues uniform of a proud United States Marine. After, I wore the star of a Deputy Sheriff, sworn to protect and serve the people of my homeland.
But now, I find myself a renegade, a fugitive in a foreign land. Forced into exile, I sought refuge where I could, far from the overreaching grasp of those to which I once pledged my allegiance.
“Why,” you ask? Because I dared to reveal the crimes festering beneath the polished surface of my government, to strip away the carefully constructed facade of righteousness and expose the decay within. Political asylum became my lifeline, my only respite from the relentless pursuit of those who sought to silence my voice.
POLITICAL ASYLUM IN MOSCOW
Let’s rewind to April 7th, 2016. The chilly Moscow winter greeted me as I disembarked from the plane in 2016, the biting cold a stark reminder of the drastic shift my life had taken. Leaving my past as a Deputy Sheriff and former Marine behind, I found myself on unfamiliar soil, my status transformed from protector to fugitive. You can read more about this in my first book, BadVolf.
My journey had been fraught with risks and threats, escaping from the very institutions I'd pledged my loyalty to back in the United States. Now, I was seeking asylum in a foreign land, a desperate attempt to outrun the corrupt law enforcement and FBI.
The city of Moscow, with its pulsating energy, was both a new refuge and a battleground. As much as it represented my escape, it was also a stark reminder of the perilous dance with danger I was still entwined in.
My sanctuary, an apartment in the heart of Moscow, became a crucible where my despair and nostalgia were molded into resolution. The cost of my freedom, reflected in the void left by my fragmented family, was a constant companion, the heartache spurring me on rather than holding me back.
A few days later, with the help of a friend’s journalist husband, I entered the offices of the “Evening Moscow” newspaper with my story. The skepticism was palpable, the hardened journalists struggling to digest my harrowing tale. Yet as the facts checked out, shock replaced disbelief. My escape and survival against the system I'd once sworn to uphold was now inked onto Russian paper for the world to see.
When the Ukraine war broke out in February 2022, I had found a new direction. Inspired by my previous life as a Deputy Sheriff, I decided to embark on a career as a war journalist. The parallels were impossible to ignore – both roles demanded objectivity, a keen eye for facts, and a commitment to unbiased truth.
The dark underbelly of the American and Ukrainian political systems was laid bare. It was then that the CIA resurfaced, a menacing reminder of the world I had left behind.
My mission evolved as I delved deeper into the complex layers of corruption, both in the United States and Ukraine. I found myself confronted with the grim realities of governments that had lost their way. The incessant hum of the American war machine was deafening, fueled by a twisted narrative that served the interests of the powerful in Washington, not the people of either nation.
The puppeteers, often unseen but ever-present, manipulated the masses through a relentless assault of misinformation, amplified by the voices of mainstream media outlets. The American public was unwittingly drawn into a deceptive trance, their perceptions skewed and their trust exploited.
In the midst of this intricate web of deceit and manipulation, certain names rose to prominence. Joe Biden, a puppet of the deep state, and his son Hunter, who accepted vast sums from Ukrainian corporations in a gross demonstration of bribery and corruption. The roles they played were emblematic of a system spiraling out of control, the principles of democracy lost amidst the blind pursuit of power and wealth.
And then there was Victoria Nuland, her fingerprints all over the Ukraine crisis. She played a significant role in the overthrow of the elected president in 2014, her actions a stark testament to the ruthless ambition driving the deep state. Adding to the cloak-and-dagger operations, the establishment of biological laboratories all over Ukraine bore her imprint, further testament to the complex and shady dealings I found myself fighting against.
In this new battlefield of words and truth, I found my purpose as a soldier reforged. I was no longer simply battling an enemy on the physical front but against the corrosion of truth and the cancer of corruption infecting the core of government systems. With every article, every video and every revelation, I was fighting for the truth, exposing the rot within and seeking justice for the people.
In my book, I will guide you through the shadowed chambers of power in Washington, DC, where the true story of Ukraine lies hidden. It's a tale of corruption, betrayal, and greed, a world manipulated by politicians who see nations as mere pawns in their grand game.
Ukraine, sold out by its government and betrayed by the West, is now a broken land. But the truth refuses to remain silent. Join me as I reveal a hidden world, a place where America's covert involvement is laid bare, a story that demands to be told. But first, you must accompany me on a journey through history, a crucial lesson that will shed light on how this war ignited, hidden by the American government and mouthpieces of the Western media. We must explore the underlying drivers and variables of this complex and multifaceted conflict.
Only by understanding its roots, the political machinations, and the dark ambitions that fueled the flames, can we truly comprehend the war itself. Our expedition through Ukraine's past is not just essential; it's the key to unlocking the present. Prepare yourself for an unvarnished look through my own eyes at a nation torn apart, a tale woven with intrigue, treachery, and a pursuit for power that has altered the course of history.
JOE BIDEN ADMINISTRATION’S PROPAGATION OF WAR IN UKRAINE
The Joe Biden administration's propagation of conflict in Ukraine might be viewed by some as an unplanned drift into dangerous territory, but the seasoned eye sees a different story altogether. The truth lies in a carefully orchestrated strategy, a dark political ballet choreographed by key figures such as Victoria Nuland. It's a spectacle that pulls the U.S. closer and closer to an international quagmire, with Ukraine at the eye of the storm.
This is not new terrain for the United States; the nation has a long history of such intricate plots, where wars are carefully staged by unseen puppeteers. Behind the façade of political leadership lurks the ever-present and all-powerful military-industrial complex, those who profit from the bloody toll of conflict. The stage is crowded with players, everyone profiting from war except the average American taxpayer, whose sweat fuels the machinery of this grand, dark spectacle. Oh, and except the poor souls that end up with destroyed lives, or worse; slaughtered.
The Biden era serves as the perfect backdrop for this unfolding drama. A seasoned political veteran, Joe Biden, with his long and complex history advocating for American military interventions, becomes the central figure in this shadowy play. His story is a tale written in the dark ink of international politics, one that mirrors past deceptions like the false claims of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq or discredited allegations in Syria.
The role of the media in this elaborate ruse is the most insidious aspect, twisting and molding the narrative to suit the government's needs. It's manipulation on a grand scale, a psychological operation that has proven its effectiveness time and again. The stories of real people like my friend, Daria Dugina, the terrorist attacks on infrastructure like the Nordstream pipeline or Kerch bridge, and the bombing of civilian targets are just pieces of an ever-expanding puzzle.
But this plot is not confined to the realm of fiction. The real, human cost is palpable in the lives disrupted and shattered by conflict. The cities and villages of Ukraine and the Donbass region bear the scars of a war they never sought, becoming the collateral damage in a merciless game of power.
The rivers of blood running through battle-scarred streets speak to an insatiable lust for power and gain emanating from Washington, where each death and each shattered family are tallied as acceptable losses in the grand scheme of American geopolitics. The human cost becomes a distant concern overshadowed by political triumphs and strategic advantages.
As this drama unfolds, with all its labyrinthine intricacies and geopolitical sagas, the true victims must not be forgotten. The innocent lives caught in this storm serve as a grim reminder of our shared humanity and our collective responsibility to strive for a world where compassion is not eclipsed by power, where politics doesn't drown out the cries of the innocent.
This situation, with its layers of deceit, manipulation, and calculated brutality, would fit well within the narrative of the best novel. The underlying message remains the same: the cost of war is measured not in political victories but in human lives, dreams shattered, and innocence lost.
Meanwhile, back in the corridors of Washington, where secrets whisper and allegiances shift like shadows, the decay of principles once held sacred becomes a chilling testament to a nation's faltering soul. At the center, President Joe Biden stands, his son a pawn in a game of influence and deception, where millions funnel into hidden accounts and truth becomes the casualty of a calculated and treasonous agenda.
Ukraine is a land filled with strife and conflict, a stage ripe for the orchestrations of politicians and Warhawks. It is here, in this ancient battleground, that Joe Biden and his administration conducts their dark symphony. The invitation to Ukraine into NATO, an act that would unquestionably light the fires of chaos and shatter the already fragile equilibrium.
Behind the stoic façades of power, a monstrous act unfolds, a betrayal steeped in the shadows, in dark whispers and unspoken promises. It's an opening gambit in a treacherous game where life and death are mere chips on the board.
Yet the tendrils of this deception stretch far, reaching the enigmatic lands of China, where hidden allegiances are forged, and secret agreements are sealed with a handshake that reeks of betrayal. Millions of dollars in bribes to the Biden Crime family flow like rivers of poison, puppet strings are drawn taut, and economic chaos ensues, orchestrated in darkness and deceit. Let me tell you a little story that is unfolding before our eyes. It goes a little something like this:
A STORY OF SANCTIONS
In the cold expanses of Ukraine, battle lines were drawn, and allegiances tested. Russia’s Special Military Operation triggered the U.S. to respond with sanctions – not merely economic sanctions but a weaponization of the dollar itself. This currency, once a symbol of stability and power, became an instrument of control, and the US used it to justify the theft of $650 billion dollars from Russia.
Janet Yellen, a woman whose tenure as the Secretary of the U.S. Treasury can only be described as complete idiocy, struggled to articulate what had become an increasingly indefensible position. The once formidable U.S. dollar, weaponized through relentless sanctions, had been used like a blunt instrument against friend and foe alike. But in a move reeking of miscalculation by the Biden administration, it was now causing a backlash of massive proportions. And yet, she knew the gamble. Yellen acknowledged that the use of financial sanctions “could undermine the hegemony of the dollar” in the future, but promised that Washington was using this “important tool” judiciously and with the backing of its allies.
Her voice wavered as she acknowledged the reality that was becoming all too clear to those who had guided this policy. The sanctions, once viewed as a strategic masterstroke, were now revealed as a clumsy blunder. The weight of the decision, and the magnitude of its folly, hung heavily in the air.
The decision to wield the dollar in this manner against a nation as powerful as Russia, a country with such vast and important resources provided to the world, was akin to cutting off the nose to spite the face. Her reason? She decided that no other currency was ready to replace the dollar. Instead, the claimed there would only be a "small risk" of inflation, and that it would be "manageable."
It had been a gambit, a play to assert dominance, but the calculations had been grievously wrong. Instead of bowing to American will, nations were recoiling, seeking alternatives, and challenging the very foundation of the dollar’s supremacy.
In her eyes, a glimmer of realization betrayed the gravity of their mistake. Hyperinflation, once a theoretical risk, was now a looming storm on the horizon, a self-inflicted wound threatening to ravage the American economy.
The assembled faces in the room stared back at her, a mix of disbelief and dread settling over those who understood the risks. And though I wasn’t there, I, a novice in economic theory, understood the risks. How could she not?
The enormity of their error was settling in, and the once-unthinkable question was now at the forefront of their minds: Had their hubris, their blind reliance on the power of the dollar, led them to a precipice from which there was no return? The silence in the room spoke volumes, a damning indictment of a strategy gone terribly awry. Still, the Biden administration stuck by this decision, trying to shine its best light upon it, in a manner akin to putting lipstick on a pig.
The U.S. and its allies targeted not just Russia as a nation but individuals, holding them hostage to its policies. Athletes, artists, and entire sectors became pawns, The United States even led the charge for countries to steal personal assets and property from rich Russians individuals who were singled out. An economic warfare was waged.
But something was different this time. The world did not follow suit. From the far reaches of the globe, nation after nation chose non-cooperation. They’d seen the dollar’s power and were no longer willing to be subjugated by it. In an unprecedented twist, the U.S. found itself isolated, a solitary crusader in a world drifting away.
China’s whispers of change were now a clarion call. The world was waking up, realizing that the dollar’s reign could no longer be maintained. When the Ukraine war broke out, the game changed, and the U.S.’s miscalculation was about to come home to roost.
The shockwave spread as nations refused to condemn Russia. The dollar’s dominion was challenged, and a realization dawned: the weaponization of the dollar had created a vulnerability.