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Cary Harrison Files

Cary Harrison Files

By: CARY HARRISON
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 Award-winning raconteur Cary Harrison cut through the noise – revealing the murky agendas behind today's headlines through uncompromising journalism, unapologetic advocacy, independent voices and a global audience with live listener call-ins shaping the conversation.

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  • The Government Put Microphones in Your Underwear — A Sermon for the End Times

    The Government Put Microphones in Your Underwear — A Sermon for the End Times
    May 17 2026
    Friends, this is a glorious and deeply troubling time for True Christians everywhere.Glorious, because the Lord has once again confirmed through the miracle of consumer electronics that the End Times are upon us. Troubling, because in delivering us these signs, He has chosen as His vessel the one garment that True Christians have always known to be — at minimum — theologically suspicious.The undergarment, friends. The underpants.Now, before we get to the government surveillance program embedded in your waistband, let us acknowledge what the Lord already knew when He fashioned Adam and Eve in the garden: clothing was not His idea.Clothing was the consequence of sin. Before the Fall, Adam and Eve walked freely in God’s presence, unashamed, unencumbered, and — critically — unwired. It was the serpent’s influence, the awareness of nakedness, the birth of shame that introduced fabric into Eden.Clothing is therefore the original evidence of human corruption.Brother Jasper CulpepperAnd underwear — underwear, friends, is the most corrupt layer of all. It is clothing’s confession. It is the garment closest to the very site of original transgression. It is where the devil lives, and now, apparently, where IARPA has put its microphones.We’ll get to that. Let us begin at the face, because that’s where God started before He moved south.We’re talking about Facebook’s Meta glasses.We had always assumed the Mark of the Beast would be something dramatic. A brand. A microchip. A bureaucratic nightmare administered by a one-world government run out of Brussels by people with good haircuts. We imagined we would know.We did not imagine it would come in tortoiseshell frames. We did not imagine it would pair with Spotify.And yet.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your high tea in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe Lord moves in mysterious ways, and apparently His most recent instrument is Mark Zuckerberg — a man who has the emotional warmth of a DMV notice and the spiritual energy of a Terms of Service agreement — who took the hallowed icon of Paul Newman and Steve McQueen and transformed it into what Scripture clearly describes:“He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads, and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark.” — Revelation 13:16–17The mark, friends, is on your face. It has a five-star rating on Amazon and comes with a ninety-day return window, which is more mercy than the Lord offered Sodom — though Sodom at least had the dignity not to issue a press release about it.Praise Him. For He allowed the surveillance state to arise not through jackboots and midnight raids but through accessorizing.For thirty years, the Deep State could not do what Zuckerberg accomplished over a long weekend in Menlo Park. The government needed warrants. It needed subpoenas. It needed windowless rooms in Fort Meade with blinking servers and a man in a polo shirt eating a sad desk sandwich.God in His infinite efficiency said: inefficient. Cut out the middleman. Convince the prisoners to build the Panopticon themselves. And wear it. On their faces. As a lifestyle choice. With a matching carrying case.Jeremy Bentham — a man the Lord sent ahead as a warning, like John the Baptist but for surveillance capitalism — designed his Panopticon in 1791. The prison where the warden sees every cell but the prisoners cannot see the warden. The genius of it was the uncertainty. You might be watched. You might not. But you behave as though you always are.Zuckerberg improved on this by simply removing the uncertainty.The full conversation in the video above and wherever you get podcasts. Search: The Cary Harrison Files.Text or leave a voice message: 310-737-TALK This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe
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  • Let’s Talk About 'Operation Madman'. It’s A Real Name.

    Let’s Talk About 'Operation Madman'. It’s A Real Name.
    May 16 2026
    I know what you’re thinking.“Cary, that sounds like it was named by a second-grader who ate a full bag of Halloween candy, found his dad’s old war movies, and drew a strategy on a Denny’s placemat with a broken crayon.”You’d be exactly right. Except this particular second-grader has a nuclear football, a military budget that makes the next ten countries look like they’re fundraising with a bake sale, and a pathological, diaper-filling terror of one specific four-letter word that rhymes with “loser.” He can’t say it. Won’t say it. It’s the Voldemort of his entire existence. Mention it and his whole face does a thing.That’s Our Leadership. That’s Washington. That’s the magnificently-turd-polished diplomatic apparatus currently blockading the Strait of Hormuz like it’s a gas station bathroom with one working lock and a “be right back” sign that’s been there since February.The StrategyI need you to really bend down for this one. Get your expectations on the floor. Below the floor. Get them in the crawlspace where the possum lives.Operation Madman is an actual, grown-adult, Iranian, now Pentagon-codeworded, someone-got-paid-a-salary-to-name-this strategy.The plan — in its full, official, classified-document glory — is to appear completely out of your gourd. Not be out of your gourd. That part apparently takes care of itself. Just appear that way.The official warfighting doctrine for the biggest energy catastrophe on the planet was coined from a word a kindergartner uses when his juice box leaks.And it worked.If by “worked” you mean the Strait of Hormuz — that oiled-up little maritime chokepoint through which twenty percent of the world’s petroleum gets its groove on every single day — is now sealed tighter than a pickle jar that’s been in the back of the fridge since the Obama administration. Closed. Shut. Done. Nighty-night, global energy supply. Don’t let the geopolitical bedbugs bite.The oil markets go up. The oil markets go down. Nobody tells you anything true. Everybody’s winning. Nobody’s winning. The Strait is open. The Strait is a cork in a bottle. And the bottle is on fire. But fine.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your day in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe Intellectual Ancestor of All This DumbasseryThe lineage runs through a man named Daniel Ellsberg — yes, that Ellsberg, the Pentagon Papers guy, a former friend of this show — the man who marched into Washington with a briefcase stuffed with inconvenient truths and handed the entire national security apparatus a suppository it had not consented to.Back in 1959 — when your parents were still cheerful, cars had fins for absolutely no aerodynamic reason whatsoever, and the apocalypse at least had the decency to feel distant — Ellsberg delivered a lecture called:“The Political Uses of Madness.”He was studying Hitler’s trick of performing irrationality to make other countries wet themselves and hand over whatever he wanted. The logic was simple and stomach-turning:If you act crazy enough, people give you what you want just to get you to sit back down and stop making that face.The StalemateAnd here we are — waddling around in a full, pants-soiled stalemate.You know what a stalemate is in nuclear-age geopolitics? It’s two overgrown toddlers playing chicken in a stolen golf cart on a one-lane road, both of them absolutely positive the other one will swerve, neither willing to admit they blew past the exit forty miles ago and are now technically in a different country.Washington can’t back down — because he’d be, say it with me — a loser.Iran won’t negotiate because the last time they showed up to the table, they got bombed as a thank-you gift.So here we sit, you and I, while the planet’s entire energy supply is being monetized, weaponized, propagandized, and monetized again — and you are personally funding every drop of it at the pump, the grocery store, and wherever else the invisible hand of the market has found a new orifice to invoice.Order NowLet’s Be FairFairness is what separates us from the animals — and from certain cable networks whose names rhyme with “Rocks Gnus.”Because beneath all this spectacular theater, beneath the madman cosplay and the Hormuz puppet show, there is a sixty-year illegal military occupation.Sixty years.That’s not a conflict. That’s not even a “situation.” That’s a lifestyle. That’s a timeshare you can never get out of and nobody will buy. And yet here we are — still acting surprised, still calling it breaking news, still scheduling the panel discussion — as if sixty years of the same thing is anything other than ...
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  • Reality Is Still Out There. It's Just Under New Management.

    Reality Is Still Out There. It's Just Under New Management.
    May 15 2026
    Let’s start with the good news. Reality still exists. Somewhere. Probably. It’s hiding under a pile of sponsored content and a terms-of-service agreement you clicked “agree” on in 2019 without reading — which means you technically signed over your soul, your browsing history, and your cat’s emotional support status to a Delaware LLC that doesn’t exist anymore.The deed to reality changed hands six months ago in a server farm outside Reno. No witnesses. No press coverage. The notary was AI-generated. His digital signature looked like a reindeer-Chihuahua hybrid sat on a keyboard, sneezed, had a full grand mal seizure, rolled off the desk, and then got up and asked for a treat. The notary’s name was Chad. Of course it was Chad. Chad doesn’t exist. Chad is a prompt written by a twenty-three-year-old in Scottsdale who manages four Instagram accounts for a protein powder brand. Chad is what happens when ambition and emptiness have a baby and the baby gets venture capital funding.Welcome to the information age — where every fact comes with a disclaimer, every image comes with a question mark, and every video comes with a “this may have been altered” warning that everyone ignores the way you ignore “objects in mirror are closer than they appear” until the thing is already inside your car.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your day in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioYou wanted the marketplace of ideas. Congratulations. It got acquired by private equity. The ideas are fine. The marketplace got dismembered like a piñata at a hedge fund retreat — everything spilled out, the children dove for it, shrieking, elbowing each other in the throat, and a man in a fleece vest — always a fleece vest, that’s the uniform of consequence-free capitalism, the fleece vest is what you wear when you want to look approachable while committing crimes against the social contract — scooped up ninety percent of the candy before anyone else’s knees hit the ground. He rebranded it The Narrative Suite™ — Powered by Palantir. The candy is now a subscription service. The piñata is a podcast. The children are content.Here’s what happened, and I’m going to tell it to you straight. We had, once upon a time — and I’m being generous, romantic even, like a completely hammered uncle at a wedding whose glass eye has moved out of center orbit and it’s now staring up to the the left. Remember the shared reality? Messy, imperfect, full of Walter Cronkite’s authoritative brow and ink-stained reporters who smelled like cigarettes, existential despair, and a low-grade conflict of interest they at least had the good taste to be slightly embarrassed about. But shared. You and your neighbor and the guy at the diner — you all agreed, more or less, on the basic facts of existence. The sky was blue. Nixon was a crook. The Pentagon lied about Vietnam. And we didn’t need a chatbot to explain what a tariff does to the price of a washing machine.That’s gone now. Not eroded. Not “in decline,” which is how NPR would say it in a seventeen-part series with a theremin score. Gone. Atomized. Vaporized. Scooped into a content blender the size of Delaware — which, as states go, is already basically a server farm with a flag — spun at ten thousand RPMs by a guy who went to Stanford, peaked emotionally at age twenty-six, and has the emotional range of a parking meter on a Sunday in a closed municipal lot.Here’s the operating manual. It fits on a cocktail napkin, which is where most crimes against democracy are first sketched out.A billionaire buys a media platform. He doesn’t issue memos that say “stop writing things that make my portfolio uncomfortable.” He just has to own it — because ownership is the thermostat that controls the temperature of the entire building, and every reporter and editor in that building knows, on a marrow-deep cellular level, exactly which way the wind has turned. Slowly, invisibly, like a gas leak that makes everyone politely stupider, the editorial choices shift. The investigations get “deprioritized” — which is corporate-speak for taken behind the barn and made to squeal like a pig — and the chilling effect does the whole filthy job without mussing its hair. It’s the laziest form of censorship in the history of power, and it works like a charm, and the charm smells like wet money and a very expensive fear of accountability.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to ...
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