Spies in the FBI: An Update from Sibel Edmonds
(broadcast stream ) (.mp3 download)
There is no live show today. Instead, radio listeners will hear an important re-play of March 7’s INSIDE SCOOP interview with FBI translator Sibel Edmonds. For internet listeners, if you have not heard this show, this is a perfect opportunity to catch an INSIDE SCOOP exclusive, with details not found in the mainstream press.
Guest Sibel Edmonds has rocked this Adminstration. After disclosing spies in the FBI and proving Bush had information prior to September 11th that should have alerted him to the up-coming terrorist attacks, the White House has done everything it could to muzzle her. But now her story’s coming out everywhere: from RADIO INSIDE SCOOP a year ago to 60 Minutes, the New York Times, and the Washington Post.
Most recently, Sibel Edmonds and her whistleblower lawsuits caused the Justice Department to change its policy of retroactively classifying as “top secret” documents that were already in the public domain. Perhaps no single individual has done more to open up our tightly-controlled government than Sibel Edmonds. For “All the News the Government Does NOT Want You to Know,” Edmonds is the Bush Administration’s Public Enemy No. 1.
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Grateful March 27, 2005 11:54 am
He recited Psalm 118 at The Last Supper – and the 22nd Psalm as he hung on the cross.
Sorry for the mix up.
Johnny Newshound March 27, 2005 8:37 am
Actually Grateful, Jesus may have recited that Psalm but was overheard saying the 22nd Psalm
Grateful March 25, 2005 10:57 am
“Open for me the gates of
I will enter and give thanks to the
This is the gate of the LORD
through which the righteous may
I will give thanks, for you
you have become my salvation.
The stone the builders rejected
has become the capstone;
the LORD has done this,
and it is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
(Psalm 118: 19-24)
This is the Psalm he sang, knowing what was ahead for Him.
Good Friday March 25, 2005 9:28 am
Betrayed, beaten, berated,
now hanging naked from a cross,
scoffed at and bleeding,
suffocating from your own weight,
throat parched and dry,
dehydrated beyond thirst,
body beyond weary,
yet consciousness perfectly aligned,
with a heart so open
as to kiss the infinite
and your crucifiers, too.
Oh beloved one, recite the psalms
and show us your love unto the end.
Emit enough golden energy into space
to ultimately save the human race.