Why have these 50 Wall Street darlings resigned suddenly?

The Dominoes Fall  -  Why have these 50 Wall Street darlings resigned suddenly?

 

What do they have in common? Clinton Foundation? John Podesta? Exploitation of personally identifiable data stolen by the rogue C.I.A.? Pedophilia? Money laundering? Drug and child sex trafficking? Murderous satanic rituals? Patent theft?

Body Language: It's all in the eyes

 

Updated Dec. 27, 2017

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Photo (1-50) (Click photo to enlarge)	Lastname	Firstname	Title	Organization	Stock Ticker	Date Resignation Announced
Bookmark: #patricia-barbizet	1. Barbizet	Patricia	CEO	Artemis (Christie's, Vivendi, NBC Universal)	VIV	11/29/2017
Bookmark: #david-brady	2. Brady	David	CEO	Red Cross Texas Gulf Coast Region		10/28/2017
Bookmark: #john-bryant	3. Bryant	John	CEO	Kellogg's	K	09/28/2017
Bookmark: #mike-cagney	4. Cagney	Mike	CEO	SoFi	SOFI	09/15/2017
Bookmark: #kenneth-chenault	5. Chenault	Kenneth	CEO	American Express	AMEX	10/18/2017
Bookmark: #bill-delaney	6. DeLaney	Bill	CEO	Sysco	SYY	01/01/2018
Bookmark: #chad-dickerson	7. Dickerson	Chad	CEO	Etsy	ETSY	05/03/2017
Bookmark: #mickey-drexler	8. Drexler	Mickey	CEO	J. Crew	JCREW	06/05/2017
Bookmark: #wolfgang-duerheimer	9. Duerheimer	Wolfgang	CEO	Bentley	VLKAY	09/22/2017
Bookmark: #steve-ells	10. Ells	Steve	CEO	Chipotle	CMG	11/29/2017
Bookmark: #charlie-ergen	11. Ergen	Charlie	CEO	Dish Network	DISH	12/05/2017
Bookmark: #trevor-fetter	12. Fetter	Trevor	CEO	Tenet Healthcare	THC	09/01/2017
Bookmark: #christina-galanis	13. Galanis	Christina	CEO	HealthlinkNY	HIE	12/18/2017
Bookmark: #carlos-gomez	14. Gomez	Carlos	CEO	NYPD		12/21/2017
Bookmark: #sam-haskell	15. Haskell	Sam	CEO	Miss America Organization	MAO	12/21/2017
Bookmark: #stephen-hemsley	16. Hemsley	Stephen	CEO	UnitedHealth	UNH	08/17/2017
Bookmark: #erik-huggers	17. Huggers	Erik	CEO	Vevo (Sony, Google Abu Dhabi Media)	VEVO	12/15/2017
Bookmark: #robert-iger	18. Iger	Robert	CEO	Disney (ABC)	DIS	10/04/2017
Bookmark: #jeff-immelt	19. Immelt	Jeff	CEO	GE	GE	06/12/2017
Bookmark: #joseph-jimenez	20. Jimenez	Joseph	CEO	Novartis	NVS	09/04/2017
Bookmark: #travis-kalanick	21. Kalanick	Travis	CEO	Uber	UBER	06/21/2017
Bookmark: #david-karp	22. Karp	David	CEO	Tumblr (Yahoo)	YHOO	11/27/2017
Bookmark: #alex-kozinski	23. Kozinski	Alex	Judge	9th Circuit Court		12/18/2017
Bookmark: #jack-latvala	24. Latvala	Jack	President	Florida Senate		12/20/2017
Bookmark: #kevin-mansell	25. Mansell	Kevin	CEO	Kohl's	KSS	09/26/2017
Bookmark: #bob-maresca	26. Maresca	Bob	CEO	Bose	BOSE	09/06/2017
Bookmark: #michael-j-massey	27. Massey	Michael J.	CEO	PetSmart	PETM	08/10/2017
Bookmark: #dave-mcclure	28. McClure	Dave	CEO	500 Startups		07/03/2017
Bookmark: #bill-mcnabb	29. McNabb, III	Frederick William "Bill"	CEO	Vanguard	VGT...	07/13/2017
Bookmark: #robert-mercer	30. Mercer	Robert	CEO	Renaissance Technologies	REN FD	11/02/2017
Bookmark: #wick-moorman	31. Moorman	Wick	CEO	Amtrack	AMTRAK	06/26/2017
Bookmark: #david-doc-oconnor	32. O'Connor	David 'Doc'	CEO	Madison Square Garden	MSG	11/13/2017
Bookmark: #dkwon-oh-hyun	33. Oh-hyun	Kwon	CEO	Samsung	KRX	10/13/2017
Bookmark: #tony-podesta	34. Podesta	Tony	CEO	Podesta Group		10/30/2017
Bookmark: #xavier-rolet	35. Rolet	Xavier	CEO	London Stock Exchange	LSE	11/29/2017
Bookmark: #eric-schmidt	36. Schmidt	Eric	CEO	Google	GOOGL	12/21/2017
Bookmark: #john-schnatter	37. Schnatter	John	CEO	Papa John's	PZZA	12/21/2017
Bookmark: #ron-shaich	38. Shaich	Ron	CEO	Panera	PNRA	11/10/2017
Bookmark: #d-shivakumar	39. Shivakumar	D	CEO	Pepsico	PEP	10/09/2017
Bookmark: #russell-simmons	40. Simmons	Russell	CEO	Def Jam	UMG	11/30/2017
Bookmark: #john-skipper	41. Skipper	John	CEO	ESPN	DIS	12/18/2017
Bookmark: #richard-smith	42. Smith	Richard	CEO	Equifax	EFX	09/26/2017
Bookmark: #randall-stephenson	43. Stephenson	Randall	CEO	Boeing	BA	12/15/2017
Bookmark: #tim-sullivan	44. Sullivan	Tim	CEO	Ancestry.con	ACOM	09/12/2017
Bookmark: #joseph-swedish	45. Swedish	Joseph	CEO	Anthem	ANTM	11/03/2017
Bookmark: #peter-terium	46. Terium	Peter	CEO	Innogy	IGY	12/20/2017
Bookmark: #alexander-wang	47. Wang	Alexander	CEO	Alexander Wang	ADILT	10/02/2017
Bookmark: #john-watson	48. Watson	John	CEO	Chevron	CVX	08/22/2017
Bookmark: #tim-westergren	49. Westergren	Tim	CEO	Pandora	P	06/27/2017
Bookmark: #meg-whitman	50. Whitman	Meg	CEO	HP	HPQ	11/21/2017

OR - COULD IT BE THAT THEY ALREADY KNOW - THOUGH 'THE PEOPLE' MOST LIKELY DO NOT - THAT CORPORATIONS WILL NO LONGER EXIST UNDER THE RESTORED REPUBLIC - WHICH ITSELF IS NOT A CORPORATION.
THE NOW DEFUNCT CABAL 'UNITED STATES OF AMERICA' WAS A CORPORATION, AS ALL STATE GOVERNMENTS WERE ALSO CHANGED TO BECOME CORPORATIONS. THEREFORE, BEING THE STATES WERE PLACED UNDER THE USA CORPORATION, THE STATE CORPORATIONS WILL ALSO REVERT - HOPEFULLY BACK TO THE ORIGINAL INDIVIDUAL REPUBLIC GOVERNMENTS OF,  BY AND FOR THE PEOPLE.


https://www.fbcoverup.com/docs/library/2017-12-26-CEO-stepdown-epidemic-compiled-12-26-2017.html

IT'S WHAT YOU ARE NOT SEEING THAT IS IMPORTANT!

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IT'S WHAT YOU ARE NOT SEEING THAT IS IMPORTANT!

The Hole in Our Mind

By Anna Von Reitz

One summer a friend of mine worked in a tomato harvesting factory.  She worked in the Sorting Room -- a huge warehouse-like facility with conveyor belts running along tables and teams of workers standing on either side of the belt pitching rotten tomatoes into bins and gradually separating produce quality fruits from canning quality fruits.  It was quite an operation and over time, the workers became very adept at plucking tomatoes off the conveyor and sending them here, there, and everywhere that tomatoes needed to go. 

Our brains have similar capacities for sorting information.  We are able to process large quantities of input via our neural nets and respond appropriately most of the time based on our sensors and our information sieves that sorts out our thoughts the same way that those workers sorted tomatoes. 

Some thoughts are big enough to rise to the level of consciousness, while other thoughts get shuttled away into the trash bin or warehoused for future reference or even acted upon without any very conscious thought taking place at all.  We even have built in information categories that batch together similar thoughts or similar kinds of information and we have biases related to our perceptions that help keep us from being overwhelmed. 

We learn that, statistically, that tickle on the arm is most likely caused by a mosquito, not a spider, not a wasp, not a bee, not a twig hanging down from a nearby tree. So we act upon our sensory perceptions according to patterns and habits and prior experiences, which provide us with assumptions about all the various stimuli we receive.

Sometimes this lack of care in observing actual facts in favor of assumptions about facts costs us very dearly, especially when our assumptions are provably wrong and we cling to them anyway. 

This is what I call the "Hole in Our Mind" phenomenon. Suddenly, without any warning, a gaping hole appears in our mental conveyor belt and all the "tomatoes" -- our thoughts -- get dumped into an unseen trash bin under the table and we just carry on as if nothing happened.

Mankind as a whole isn't able to deal with certain perceptual realities.

For example, we consistently get mixed up about the relationship between an actual thing and a symbolic representation of it.  This weakness is fully exploited by the purveyors of money, who give you an intrinsically worthless representation of value -- a coin, a pretty piece of paper, a wampum bead or whatever -- and confuse you into believing that the symbol has value commensurate with what it represents.

Queen Semiramis began the practice of representing the value of a bushel of wheat as a small gold coin with a picture of a basket of wheat stamped on it.  That way instead of transporting actual bushels of wheat back and forth, she could just move the value of the wheat using symbols.  Money was born. 

Suddenly, you could represent the market value of forty bushels of wheat as a small pile of coins, and that was, of course, very convenient.  As long as nobody caught on or objected, you could trade the value of those forty bushels of wheat ---supposedly represented by those forty little coins---- for ten horses and two large sacks of figs.  Why not? 

The fact that there is in fact a very large difference between forty bushels of wheat and forty little coins "representing" wheat quickly got lost in the neural net, dropped through the hole in our mind, and the game was on.  Suddenly those little gold coins were thought to have intrinsic value in-and-of-themselves.  They were magic coins. They could be transformed into any good or service so long as people would trade for them. 

Alas, inflation set in, and the Queen began stamping two bushels of wheat on each coin.  By the end of the first great experiment with money, there were thirty-one tiny, tiny wheat baskets being stamped on each coin and one day the people woke up and said, "There's no way that this little coin is worth thirty-one bushels of wheat!"

Everyone got upset.  Wars were fought.  The economy and the civilization it supported collapsed. 

Did we stop and learn anything from that?  Not a bit.  The idea of "representing the value" of actual commodities using coins and other symbols--even digits in a bank ledger--- had taken hold, and even though we have cause to know that this is logically impossible, we can't seem to shake the delusion. It drops right through the hole in our minds. 

No doubt our Creator knew about this design flaw in our logic sensors and that is why at Exodus 20:4 we read that we are not to take unto ourselves any graven image "representing" anything at all.  What does it mean to "take unto" ourselves?  To accept in trade, to receive, to hold onto graven images--- money, in other words. 

As usual, the Bible forewarns us and gives us good advice, which we ignore and then suffer from as a result.  Within the context of scripture, graven images  are idols and the use of money to "represent" other things is every bit as much a part of idolatry as using a little carved statue to represent a god. 

And it is just as silly and primitive, too. 

Consider this fact--- if I were to gather all the priests and pastors and teachers of Islam together in a great convocation --- who among them would not be an idolater if I had them empty their pockets?  

Somehow we have to mentally grow up and step far enough back and away from what we are doing to realize that the whole idea of money is an illusion which has enslaved us and made us dependent upon the purveyors of money---which is nothing but another "manufactured commodity" to be managed and manipulated by goons. 

We are so far deluded about money that we don't even realize that we can carve our own littleTiki-gods and set a price on them and be much farther ahead without all the middlemen.

Maybe its time that we took the Bible's advice, realized that symbolic thinking is not our forte, and focused on learning to give each other credit, instead.  

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By Anna Von Reitz

My Twin Flame is a man of sorrows.  He is always the first guy through the door of the burning building, who carries out the unconscious Mom, the baby half-dead from smoke inhalation, and then goes back and rescues the family dog. He's the guy toddling down the road right behind your car wreck who pulls you out seconds before the gas tank blows.  He's the one who finds the abandoned kitten, blows breath back into the drowning victim, puts the tourniquet on the femoral artery, and disarms the bank robber.  It's always him. Always.

It's so predictable, so wildly beyond any kind of statistical probability, that it is a family joke.  He is also the one who gets stuck with all the really, truly awful s^*&t jobs of life that absolutely nobody wants to do or has the strength to do. It always falls on him ---- and its not that I and others don't try to help --- it's because we don't have the strength or we don't have the knowledge.  And there he is.

He's a hero, like in the days of old, but in real life heroism is not glorious or fun. It's painful, dangerous, exhausting and at the end of the day it comes down to two uncomfortable results--- either people know that he was the one who saved their bacon and he is red-faced and embarrassed and slinks away, or they never know at all --- and then he is relieved, but still battered by the experience himself.  My Twin Flame has seen some truly awful things and done some truly awful things and always he picks up his cross and soldiers on, though once in a great while, he just sits on the edge of the bed in the middle of the night and sobs like a child.

Just as predictably, I am never the first one on the scene of any accident or disaster, even when probability would say that I should have been.  I never am.  Not only will I not be present during the crucial action, I might not even make the funeral.  You might think I don't know about what happened.  You might even think that I don't care.  I am out getting a hair cut or buying apples for a pie when the dirt goes down and you can set your watch by that, too. It's not like I plan it out that way, but just like his presence, my absence is part of the pattern of life and existence: his is the darkness and mine is the light.

My part comes later, after all the frantic activity is over and done, when all the other well-wishers have gone home to their own lives and you are left alone staring at the empty chair or facing the next ten years nursing a comatose paraplegic.  I sneak into the back of the room after the fourth week of chemotherapy when you need a ride to the hospital and everyone else is busy. I remember your birthday when everyone else forgot or there is nobody left to remember.  Mine is the long, slow, enduring help and care that just goes on forever day by day like an intravenous slow-drip. 

I am the cup of tea and the cookie when you are plain worn out.  I am the sudden arm under your elbow as you are losing your balance on the stairway. I am the voice that reminds you of dumb stuff and makes you laugh in spite of everything.  I'm the one who gets you a plane ticket when you absolutely have to be there and its going to take a miracle from God.  I am the one always plodding along at a dog-trot doing one errand or another, catching and fetching, and binding up all the other kinds of wounds that people suffer from carelessness and neglect and the selfishness of the world.

We make quite a pair, my Twin Flame and I.  We understand our respective callings and situations.  We respect all the pressures and demands we are each heir to, and for the most part we bear it all in mutual silence and don't complain and don't blame each other at all.  I go through the terror of not knowing what danger or scrape he may have stumbled into when he is late getting home, and he bears the loneliness of waiting for me to "do my rounds".  We support each other in all of it and after all the years we've been together, that's just the way it is.  No eyebrows raised.  No discussions.  Just go and do and keep on doing.

The plain fact is that there aren't many women who could stand at his shoulder and there aren't many men who could or would stand by me, either.  We were watching a movie in which fighters were bound by one arm to each other and forced to fight as a team.  We just smiled grimly.  That's the way it is: back to back, so utterly different, yet tied together, zig and zag. 

You would think upon meeting us that we had nothing in common.  You would wonder that we could talk to each other or share anything at all.  He is visual and I am verbal.  He is wise and I am observant.  He is forever serious and philosophical.  I am always teasing and looking for the joke.  He's the strategist. I'm the nut in the balloon flying over the battlefield sending back the raw data to his High Command.  I've never met a word I didn't like.  He can't stand many words at all and can go whole days without uttering more than a handful. I speak in sonnets and he grumbles haikus.  I am maddeningly perky.  He is just as stubbornly brooding and often morose.

Except for mutually understood burdens and sufferings there is no reason we should get along, why we should love each other, or stick together. We are like day and night, pre-dawn and twilight, April and November. 

There are mysteries too deep to gainsay, certainly things I will never understand or be able to explain.  What I can tell you is that it is a great honor and blessing to meet your Twin Flame, to overcome the illusions of all your differences, and be at peace with them.  

There is a painting I cherish called "October Rose" that says it all, a wild rose blossoming long after the killing frosts have come---as sometimes actually happens in Alaska. It's a celebration of all the miracles that don't make sense and come to us anyway, the life that springs forth from our dying and the love that underlies all our differences.

As we all move forward in 2018 we will all need to see past our differences to the heart and the core of why we are alive and why we are together and what our mission is on Earth.  We need to accept the beauty and meaning and great good fortune that all our differences actually represent.

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