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[–] burnmebaby [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

The personal experience I have is that when I was living in the San Fernando Valley (Los Angeles suburbs) after graduating from college, I met a guy in my apartment building who was an incredible pool player frequently showing off in the rec room by the pool. I think his name was John and he had an obvious English accent. He said he was the best snooker player in England, which I believe. He was special. He was also a wild personality and in trouble with the law. He told me he was in LA because he was on the run from the cops in England. One day he asked me to drive him to a party, because he had lost his driver's license. I agreed because I like parties. In the evening we drove to a big house nestled in the side of Topanga Canyon, which contains many very upscale residences. From the driveway one could see no other houses because of the mountain topography. Topanga Canyon Boulevard goes from the Valley thru the Canyon to Malibu on the coast. When we got into the party, he left me in the living room and told me to wait. I must have been there about 40 minutes. Eventually I tried to meet some people. But I was unable to make any conversation with them, and in fact it didn't seem like any normal party. People were basically passing through the living room and going in and out of other doors. Much activity down one hallway seemed to be in and out of bedroom doors but sometimes also the kitchen or other places in the house. I didn't feel welcome to wander around and mingle. People also seemed sort of stoned -- even the dog was stoned. So this is how the Hollywood crowd lived! I didn't recognize any actors, but then I probably wouldn't have recognized many actors. But I knew the area was home to the wealthy Hollywood set. Then John reappeared and said we should go. He told me to drive to a particular neighborhood, saying he had some business to transact. Very nice place we went to, maybe it was Beverly Hills which, contrary to the name, is flat. We parked on the side of a broad residential street behind another car. He got out, with both hands picked up a good sized rock that was sitting there on the grass, and put it through the windshield of the car in front. Being athletic, he did this easily on the first try. Then he came back and got in and said we should leave. We left. It was spooky. Not long after that I took another job elsewhere, and it the last I heard of John. But that's nothing compared to what was probably going on in those bedrooms. I didn't walk down and look inside any of them, but the description above fits the few anecdotal descriptions I've seen in reading about pizzagate -- that there are "parties", that it's taken very seriously, that it's for rich people, done in isolated settings, it's a feature of Hollywood, the children are brought in to perform.

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[–] burnmebaby [S] ago 

So I think the gratuitious "Topanga Canyon" reference in the article is a hint to someone that the NY Times is threatening to break the pizzagate story. There's a little bit of deniability to it, because I think I recall a Topanga Canyon Mall near the entrance to the canyon, where one might normally buy a suit. But that's not what an "insider" would think of, if I'm right that this sort of thing goes on in those houses in the canyon more than just the one time I stumbled into a very strange party.

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[–] derram ago 

https://archive.is/G8lCN :

Does Cranberry Sauce Come With That Flogging? - The New York Times

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