"The Golden Screen is a Shroud: Who are they feeding?" As we move further into the new millennium, the Y2K fear has faded, but a much darker glitch is emerging in the social fabric. Have you noticed the hollow eyes of our icons? The way Hollywood and the financial elite aren't just industries, but a interconnected temple ? Look at the gaps in the stories. Why do the biggest names disappear into the red woods of Bohemian Grove to bow before a stone owl? Why does the 'elite' require our adoration while they hide behind high-walled estates and private, unmapped islands? It seems there exist islands—private specks in the Caribbean ocean—where the laws of men do not reach. There is a man, a shadow in New York and Palm Beach, flying a private jet that carries names you don't know yet—politicians, royals, and "producers"—weaving a web that goes far beyond entertainment. They call it a 'performance,' but it’s a ritual . From the silent sacrifice...