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The questionable businesses of Trump/elites/Rothschilds, and other former President connections to trafficking businesses...
I have done extensive research on ALOT of subjects, you could say i am learning everything under the sun and thus have came to the following conclusions: I understand how your family works, your companies, your routes around the world, and several of your questionable locations and businesses. I want you to come find me, talk to me, I know your out there... There is this restricted mine town in Elizabeth Bay, that has a Siemens metal bar (industrial) at the mine (picture in link) meaning the company has their hands in a dirty business. Conveniently, there is also a Restricted diamond mining area nearby. We all know about the blood diamonds.. 🩸 💎 According to Wikipedia, "Siemens AG is a German multinational conglomerate company headquartered in Munich and the largest industrial manufacturing company in Europe with branch offices abroad. The principal divisions of the company are Industry, Energy, Healthcare (Siemens Healthineers), and Infrastructure & Cities, which represent the main activities of the company. The company is a prominent maker of medical diagnostics equipment and its medical health-care division, which generates about 12 percent of the company's total sales, is its second-most profitable unit, after the industrial automation division. The company is a component of the Euro Stoxx 50 stock market index.” The most interesting thing about Siemens is a former Bush Family member, maybe even a president was part of 🤡 Headquarters: Munich, Germany Area served: Worldwide Key people: 1. Jim Hagemann Snabe (Chairman) 2. Joe Kaeser (CEO) 3. Roland Busch!!! (Deputy CEO) Products: Power generation technology, industrial and buildings automation, medical technology, railway vehicles, water treatment systems, fire alarms, PLM software Services: Business services, financing, project engineering and construction Divisions: Smart InfrastructurePower and GasDigital IndustriesHealthineersSiemens MobilitySiemens GamesaIoT ServicesNext 47Siemens Financial Services According to Wikipedia the founder of Siemens & Halske (original Siemens) was, “Ernst Werner Siemens (von Siemens from 1888; 13 December 1816 – 6 December 1892) who was a German electrical engineer, inventor and industrialist. Siemens's name has been adopted as the SI unit of electrical conductance, the siemens. He founded the electrical and telecommunications conglomerate Siemens. He is the fourth child (of fourteen) of a tenant farmer of the Siemens family, an old family of Goslar, documented since 1384. He was a brother of Carl Heinrich von Siemens and Carl Wilhelm Siemens. Parents: Christian Ferdinand Siemens (31 July 1787 – 16 January 1840) and wife Eleonore Henriette Siemens (Deichmann) (1792 – 8 July 1839).” There seems to be a potential family connection between Eleonore Deichmann and Anna Eleanor Roosevelt (October 11, 1884 – November 7, 1962) and a major connection (marriage) between the Bushes and Eleanors. Coincidence? I don’t believe so... at least one of their families lines, if not both are connected to the Royals and Rothschilds, the same goes for any other individual mentioned in this page. Prescott Bush was the father of George Herbert Walker Bush and the grandfather of George W. Bush, both future presidents. He helped finance Hitler from America. Due to his funding, his organization was seized in the, “Trading With The Enemy Act of 1942.” George W. Bush, becomes the 43rd President of the United States in the year 2000. Bush and his family declare they are the ancestors of the House of Plantagenet, whose linage stems from the Royal House of Judah. Could it be the “Herbert” Walker Bush is really really related to Herbert Simon founder of the original company of, before it was renamed and reestablished as Simon Property Group, Inc./Ltd? This would mean the Trumps, Bushes, and any other household politically/government affiliated individual are all part of the royal house and share the same “bloodline” and also control/have connections in other countries like Russia/Germany/Italy/England/etc... They put on “a show” for the general public through the media to make it appear as if there are “issues,” to create chaos in the public, so no one catches on to the reality, which is they a connected family line living in different countries that work together behind the scenes and create problems to mislead to further their own gain. Occasionally, one of the families may become more selfish and double-cross their other family members, but that’s a different story... Ever wonder why celebrities and Royals have strange or repeating names? Above is why. Conveniently, the last names came be changed through marriage (or even a 2nd/3rd identity) to cover their tracks.  “ Carl Heinrich von Siemens (often just Carl von Siemens) (3 March 1829 – 21 March 1906). In 1853, Carl Siemens traveled to St. Petersburg where he established the branch office of his brothers company Siemens & Halske. Siemens had a contract for constructing the Russian telegraph network at the time. Carl went to England in 1869, where he assisted his brother William. In the 1880s, he returned to Russia before he became the senior chief executive of Siemens & Halske after the death of his brother Werner in 1892. He resigned in 1904. For his service to Russia, he was ennobled by Tsar Nicholas II in 1895.” Clearly, Siemens, a company headquartered in Germany, but established worldwide, has deep connections with Russia concerning many businesses including power (electricity), communication network, and industrial side...and on top of that the American Bush family has their hands in it, so one could only come to the conclusion every problem ever created is a lie... Why? It is simply a power struggle between the 5 original Rothschild/Royal families that established themselves worldwide a long time ago. From that point forward they branched out, married their family members from the other countries (to keep the money in family and grow simultaneously). Eventually we are in today’s time, and they all have different last names and have grown so large you can barley tell them apart. They purposefully “cover” their tracks they best they can... Trump is also related to the Royals. Near the bottom is more information. ⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️ More deceased family members that established “the electric telecommunications empire.” If you follow the names listed and family lines I’m sure you will find a connection. His brother: Sir Carl Wilhelm Siemens FRS FRSA (4 April 1823 – 19 November 1883), anglicised to Charles William Siemens, was a German-British electrical engineer and businessman.” Occupation: Electrical engineer, businessman Known for: Siemens-Martin process Spouse(s): Anne Gordon Parent(s): Christian Ferdinand Siemens and Eleonore Deichmann Relatives: Ernst Werner von Siemens, Carl Heinrich von Siemens, Alexander Siemens Alexander Siemens (22 January 1847 – 16 February 1928) was a German electrical engineer Occupation: Engineer Spouse(s): Louisa Dodwell Children: Three daughters Parent(s): Gustav and Sophie Siemens Engineering career Discipline: Civil, Electrical, Institutions Institution of Civil Engineers (president), Society of Telegraph Engineers and Electricians (founder member) Practice: Siemens Brothers Projects: World's first public electricity supply (at Godalming) lamps and cables for the electric industry. ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ “John Hopkinson, FRS, (27 July 1849 – 27 August 1898) was a British physicist, electrical engineer, Fellow of the Royal Society and President of the IEE (now the IET). He invented the three-wire (three-phase) system for the distribution of electrical power, for which he was granted a patent in 1882. In 1890 was appointed professor of electrical engineering at King's College London, where he was also director of the Siemens Laboratory.” (Towards the bottom of this page is the information about the company, who owns it and talks about other connections/info/services). •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I believe Simon Property Group, Inc./Ltd. to be Donald Trump’s ‘The Trump Organization.’ According to Wikipedia, “The Trump Organization is a group of about 500 business entities of which Donald Trump owns. About 250 of these entities use the Trump name.” That means the other 250 are “under a different name,” Simon Property group perhaps...the Trumps sure do love real estate and investments and Simon Property group sure seems to have a very similar history to the Trump tower almost as though they are the same business just divided into 2 separately names business to confuse you. I honestly can’t blame you...🏥💰☸️ Where’s Simon? Hello 👋 Simon, I know exactly who you are, I found you! ⚖️ “The organization was founded in 1923 by Donald Trump's grandmother, Elizabeth Christ Trump, and his father, Fred Trump, as E. Trump & Son. Donald Trump began leading it in 1971, renamed it around 1973, and handed off its leadership to his children in 2017.” Areas served: • United States Canada Japan Mexico South Korea Malaysia Thailand Key people: David E. Simon (CEO/Chairman), Herbert Simon (founder), Cowell Simon (More information about these individuals/companies towards end of page.) 🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨 Berkshire Hathaway (founded by Oliver Chase—important! His family relations connect to the others! This same concept applies to any other families/companies mentioned), is currently run by CEO Warren E. Buffett, Charles T. Munger and AJit Jain According to Wikipedia, “Berkshire now owns a diverse range of businesses including confectionery, retail, railroads, home furnishings, encyclopedias, manufacturers of vacuum cleaners, jewelry sales, manufacture and distribution of uniforms, and several regional electric and gas utilities.” I want to point out just like the Trump Organization, Semens, and Simons, Berkshire is involved in investments including investments, property, and real estate!!!! Tisk, Tisk, Tisk... On top of that the company messes with jewels...that can only come from place, the the blood diamond mines or other types of mines (salt/oil/metals/precious stones/etc...) $$$$$ 🙂🙃😉 He also owns a large part of the railroad system (transportation/ports— also used for sex/drug trafficking/transporting goods/etc.) that Berkshire Hathaway owns. 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿 Let not forget Bill Gates! He owns the American/Canadian railway and when Warren Buffett dies, everything that Warren owns aka Berkshire Hathaway and its companies and railroads will ALL be donated to the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation, giving them control over all the major railways within the US and control over almost all the major businesses and products we buy everyday. Sounds like a monopoly to me, but whatever, it’s almost kinda amazing how all you guys worked together to create this misleading, heading in the wrong direction “empire”... 🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸 Whomever is reading this and this goes for ANYONE, if you truly want to change how the world works find and hold every individual accountable for their actions that are connected to the hypothetical laws and business empire they have created and yes it’s hypothetically, interpretation and perception of the laws is important... lawyers do it all the time... EVERYONE has a choice, the majority of Individuals “support” the system ONLY, because that’s all they’ve ever known.. since birth it gets ingrained into your head. Psychology/reverse psychology and the mind is quite a powerful tool that can be easily manipulated, if you understand it that is... But ultimately, you only have one life and it’s quite fucked to be living on the “Earth Prison” that the whole population is responsible for creating in today’s world. Like wtf? You can’t do anything anymore, fuck that! And yes, it’s equally everyone’s fault. The Elites for creating this “chaotic prison world” to further their plans that fit their needs only... and the rest of Earth’s general population who follows every word you say, like the good dogs they are. I’m sorry, but it’s true... and that’s why they should not be held accountable, unless of course someone “chooses” to take it into their own hands for whatever reason they have..I’m sure once the full truth is finally revealed many individuals will be shocked and very angry... who knows where that may lead, some won’t care, and others knew it was coming all along... The golden rule, “Treat others, how you would want to be treated.” The US constitution is unconstitutional. I stand by this.It does not define what it specifically means by “principle.” Aka it’s values. It merely states the individual principles as a whole aka “our bill of rights” and defines laws under them, but not once defines, what specific “principle” they ment... this means I can interpret it how I like, regardless of how many laws there are, bc they did not specify which definition of the word “principles” they meant. It can have several definitions and meanings, so how do I know how to properly interpret it? It doesn’t specify.... It’s all an “act” just like all the “bills” they write... What would the puppet show be without it right? Listed below is how the hypothetically true “money/drug/sex-traffic/electricty, water, land, and other laundering businesses” are connected. I have thought about this for a very long time, I have studied them, and put myself if their shoes...I try to be as fair as possible, though the families and companies listed below are all connected (marriage/2nd identity bc of incest and/or trying to hide, what the publicly traded companies really are [Fortune 500, for example] that everyone [general public] supports by working foin/or against the system. Yes, some of these individuals are guilty of horrendous crimes including mass genocide, but that’s okay, I’ve decided, as long as they break their evil system down and convert it into a positive system that truly works in favor of the people instead of Exploiting the whole world and storing children and animals in shipping containers? Like wtf is that shit? Are you not ashamed of yourselves? Is greed worth it? A black soul and heart... I am the soul collector and I am coming for you! Neither good nor bad, I hear the screams I hear the prayers and the rituals, I hear the true desires...And yes, I am fully aware you know that I know... so here is my reply. And don’t get me wrong if anyone else has a valid reason as to how you harmed them,and they decide to come for you, remember it’s their choice and it was also your choice to harm them in whatever way...the golden rule, I say! I hope whomever is part of this... I can teach you, to convert the negative into positive... I have many plans to share... I understand the structure and something or someone will always be greater and it’s equal will always be the lesser. They are the same just a different perspective... The structure needs to be turned inside out and needs to be rearranged. Everyone and Everything can easily be categorized. In simple terms this is what Algorithms are. I call it the chaotic pattern...The Alpha algorithm or what I’m assuming is the main quantum computer that combines the ALL separate individuals’ data on Earth (mini algorithm), information everyone freely gives out everyday without thinking twice about it, into a super algorithm that could potentially “predict” the future and make “plans” based on all this knowledge and data collected as to how humans behave, what they buy, live, etc.. into a nice chart that could potentially be followed... I understand that most of were born into this pre-established family business and were breed to continue the traditions... it’s normal that’s just how it’s always been... That’s why your family is not necessarily guilty even though at the same time you are, bc you kept pushing the agenda knowing what was really happening behind the scenes. I guess everyone part of your family or any of the associated business owned by many individuals are lucky that they are not stuck in shipping containers, sex trafficking, 🩸 Diamond mines, drugs, laundering, etc.... imagine being on the opposite end of the spectrum... Why not use your power and money for the light good instead of the shadow of evil. Negative energy collects and feeds in ways that you don’t for-see. I see the whole spectrum even the electro-magnetic frequency rays force behind it all. Adam the first living universal Atom spark that created the universes lives within me... I see everything on the spectrum. It’s a blessing and a curse. The  fibonacci curse and the curse of 3s... I see ALL the forms of 3s. Below are questionable companies responsible for horrendous crimes and individuals who are connected to one another usually by marriage or birth... All the information below stems from different Wikipedia sites (sources). There are many more companies and people involved I did not mention. But I see you Simpsons, Burns, i see who Hitler really was it’s not like he is really someone’s father...🙃, Stewie, and so many others 🧐 I see you ALL!!!! Hello Rothschilds! I’ve studied your family tree extensively, I see all the different names used for the same people to hide the incest. You should be proud, without it, you could have never built this empire. I would bet your whole kingdom that, I share your bloodline, I too am from Rheinland-Pfalz, marked the female bear born on the half moon 🌓 I truly miss it, but bc of your “vaccine plan” I probably will never be able to travel there again, since I do not trust a vaccine whose long-term effects are not known. It’s not like the military gave my dad a shot that gave him progressive supranuclear palzy years later, he’s the youngest person to ever “get this disease” in the world...they studied him at Harvard. I don’t trust it. Why would I? It destroyed his life! From the bottom of my heart, whomever is responsible for giving all the soldiers shots containing different diseases in the 80s and early 90s, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! That’s why I hate the world system so much and refuse to support it. ——————————————————— Wikipedia states about Simon Inc./Ltd: "Simon Property Group, Inc. is an American commercial real estate company, one of the largest retail real estate investment trusts (REIT), and the largest shopping mall operator in the US. The company operates five retail real estate platforms: regional malls, premium outlet centers, The Mills, community/lifestyle centers and international properties. It owns or has an interest in more than 204 properties of gross leasable area in North America and Asia. The company is headquartered in Indianapolis, Indiana, and employs more than 5,000 people." Simon Property Group, Inc. has served these: United States Canada Japan Mexico South Korea Malaysia Thailand According to Wikipedia a: "Commercial property, also called commercial real estate, investment property or income property, is real estate (buildings or land) intended to generate a profit, either from capital gains or rental income. Commercial property includes: office buildings, medical centers, hotels, malls, retail stores, multifamily housing buildings, farm land, warehouses, and garages. In many states, residential property containing more than a certain number of units qualifies as commercial property for borrowing and tax purposes. Commercial buildings are buildings that are used for commercial purposes, and include: office buildings, warehouses, and retail buildings (e.g. convenience stores, 'big box' stores, and shopping malls). In urban locations, a commercial building may combine functions, such as offices on levels 2-10, with retail on floor 1." Wikipedia states: "A real estate investment trust (REIT) is a company that owns, and in most cases operates, income-producing real estate. REITs own many types of commercial real estate, ranging from office and apartment buildings to warehouses, hospitals, shopping centers, hotels and commercial forests. Some REITs engage in financing real estate." ++++++++++++++++++++++ Founders of Simon Inc.: Melvin Simon and Herbert Simon • Simon Founder: Melvin Simon (October 21, 1926 – September 16, 2009) Spouse(s): Wife 1. Bess Meshulam born: née Meshulam-(divorced) Wife 2. Bren Burns Children: 5 including: 1. David E. Simon (with Bess) 2. Cindy Simon (with Bess) 3. Cowell Simon? 4.? 5.? Relatives:Paul Skjodt (son-in-law) • Founder Melvins son: David E. Simon (born 1961/1962) is an American billionaire real estate developer, chairman and chief executive officer (CEO) of Indianapolis-based Simon Property Group, an S&P 500 company and the largest U.S. publicly traded real estate company. Net worth US$1.0 billion (2017) Spouse(s): Jacqueline Freed (1986) Children: 5 Relatives: Melvin Simon (Father) Paul Skjodt: (brother-in-law) • Simon Founder; Herbert "Herb" Simon (born October 23, 1934) is an American real estate developer. Spouses: 3 Children: 10 --two with first wife --three with Meyer --two with Nakhirunkanok --three adopted children Parent(s): Max Simon Mae Simon Family: Melvin Simon (brother) Wife 1: Shelia Simon 1. Sheila Simon (divorced)-2 kids including Stephen Howard Simon, founder of Simon Equity LLC, (married Catherine Garvey Simon) Wife 2: Diane Meyer Simon (born Diane Irene Meyer). She is the former wife of Indiana real estate billionaire Herbert Simon. Diane Meyer (divorced)-3 kids. She was the political staffer for Senator Birch Bayh. They have 3 kids: 1. Sarah Elisabeth Meyer Simon- an investor who lives in New York City
Rachel Mariam Meyer Simon Stuart- is living in Indianapolis with her husband Hale Stuart and daughter Zara
Asher Benjamin Meyer Simon.
Wife 3: He married to Bui Simon in 2002 (born Porntip Nakhirunkanok) in Thailand (February 7, 1969--51 years old) Children: 2? Paul Skjodt (born June 28, 1958) is an American-Canadian businessman, and former ice hockey player. In 1987, he married Cindy Simon, the daughter of Melvin Simon and Bess Simon. They have 3 children: 1. Erik 2. Samantha 3. Ian Relatives: Melvin Simon (father-in-law) David Simon: (brother-in-law) I'm pretty sure Cindy Simon is really Sara J. Bloomfield the director of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, since Cindy and her husband are the "founders." Wikipedia states, "The Trump Organization is a group of about 500 business entities of which Donald Trump is the sole or principal owner. About 250 of these entities use the Trump name. The organization was founded in 1923 by Donald Trump's grandmother, Elizabeth Christ Trump, and his father, Fred Trump, as E. Trump & Son. Donald Trump began leading it in 1971, renamed it around 1973, and handed off its leadership to his children in 2017. The Trump Organization, through its various constituent companies and partnerships, has or has had interests in: real estate development, investing, brokerage, sales and marketing, and property management. Trump Organization entities own, operate, invest in, and develop: residential real estate, hotels, resorts, residential towers, and golf courses in various countries. They also operate or have operated in: construction, hospitality, casinos, entertainment, book and magazine publishing, broadcast media, model management, retail, financial services, food and beverages, business education, online travel, commercial and private aviation and beauty pageants. Trump Organization entities also own the New York television production company that produced the reality television franchise The Apprentice. Retail operations include or have included: fashion apparel, jewelry and accessories, books, home furnishings, lighting products, bath textiles and accessories, bedding, home fragrance products, small leather goods, vodka, wine, barware, steaks, chocolate bars, and bottled spring water." Donald John Trump (born June 14, 1946) Children 5 with Spouse(s): 3 Wife 1: Ivana Zelníčková (m. 1977; div. 1992) was born on February 20, 1949, in the Moravian city of Zlín, Czech Republic (Gottwaldov, Czechoslovakia) and is the daughter of Miloš Zelníček (1927–1990) and Marie Zelníčková (née Francová). Children: 3 1. Donald Trump Jr. 2. Ivanka Trump 3. Eric Trump Wife 2: Marla Maples (m. 1993; div. 1999) Wife 3: Melania Knauss (m. 2005) Parents of Trump: Fred Trump Mary Anne MacLeod •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Amschel Moses Rothschild was born in about 1710. He was a German Jewish silk trader and money changer in the Judengasse (Jewstreet) in Frankfurt. Around 1743 he placed a red hexagram sign (which numerically and geometrically convert into the number 666) above the entrance of his door. His house was also red in color. Within two centuries, the Rothschild, instructed this hexagram sign to be made part of the Israeli flag 🇮🇱. He had 8 children with Schönche Lechnich, one of his sons, Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812), is the founder of the Rothschild banking dynasty. He marries Guttle SchnappeSchönche Lechnich (Rothschild) in 1770, and they have 10 children together. In 1776, Mayer Amschel Rothschild creates the Illuminati and hands over the organizations development to Adam Weishaupt. Weishaupt sneaks in the Continental Order of Freemasons with this Illuminati doctrine. This doctrine claims a new order for the human race under the dictatorship of Satan and his supporters. This view is accepted and spread like a wildfire and is pursued in Masonic Lodges worldwide to this day. In 1777, Nathan Mayer Rothschild is born, who is followed by Kalmann (Carl) Mayer Rothschild/Carl Mayer Freiherr von Rothschild in 1788. Carl is the founder of the Rothschild banking family of Naples. He had child named Adolf Carl.... Edmond James de Rothschild (Baron Abraham Edmond Benjamin James de Rothschild) has a son named Maurice de Rothschild. (Notice the name “Baron”...). Adolf Hitler is really Maurice de Rothschild with fake beard and hair piece and carries out his father’s (Edmond James de Rothschild) work. Since the war caused a sugar shortage, Maurice would have also been the candy man aka Willy Wonka with his Cain top hat 🎩 Adolf HitleMaurice de Rothschild also has another name, which I believe to be Fred Trump, making trump his son... The pictures look to comparable... Anne (Anna), Mary, Maria, and Christ seems to be a shared motherly name between the Rothschild family history, Trumps, and Hitler.... (if you look up hitlers mom, it’s clearly a fake-photoshopped image). Also notice Trump’s youngest son is named “Barren.” One must remember it is very easy to put misinformation out there, that includes changing names/birthdays/ and “events” that happened in their lives. Usually the birthdays are around the same years or don’t fully mention the full birthday for one individual, a lot of names also seem to repeat, which could be considered another clue towards the truth. 🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠 Baron Abraham Edmond Benjamin James de Rothschild (19 August 1845 – 2 November 1934) was a French member of the Rothschild banking family. A strong supporter of Zionism, his large donations lent significant support to the movement during its early years, which helped lead to the establishment of the State of Israel, where he is simply known as "the baron Rothschild". Nationality: French Spouse(s): Adelheid von Rothschild (m. 1877) Children: 3 1. James Armand de Rothschild 2. Maurice de Rothschild 3. Alexandrine de Rothschild ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Maurice Edmond Karl de Rothschild (19 May 1881 – 4 September 1957) was a French art collector, vineyard owner, financier and politician. He was born into the Rothschild banking family of France.” Spouse(s): Noémie Halphen (m. 1909) Children : Edmond Adolphe de Rothschild (b. 1926) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Edmond Adolphe Maurice Jules Jacques de Rothschild or Baron Edmond de Rothschild (born 30 September 1926 in Paris, France – deceased 2 November 1997 in Geneva, Switzerland) was a French-Swiss banker, the founder of the Edmond de Rothschild Group in 1953. His investments extended to vineyards, yacht racing, farming and hospitality.” Spouse(s): 1. Veselinka Vladova Gueorguieva (m. 1958–1960) (1 child—Trump?!?) 2. Nadine de Rothschild (m. 1963) (Trump’s sister ?) Children: Benjamin de Rothschild (b. 1963) 🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽 The pictures are linked below and in the comments, due to this being reddit I can’t show all the pics or the potential routes. https://imgur.com/gallery/ViO5cEL As Lil Wayne said, —“I am ill not sick Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha) Thank you, Thank you all I am president Carter”
Something Happened at Mardi Gras, and They’re Covering It Up
It’s taken me quite some time to decide whether to tell anyone about this. With Mardi Gras coming up again soon, I wanted to make sure people were warned, and know what happened. Something happened at Mardi Gras last year. And it’s being covered up. Every word of what follows is true. My friends and I decided to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I’ve always heard that the city was a non-stop, twenty-four hour, year round party. I’ve also heard that the days leading up to Mardi Gras take this to the extreme. There were three of us altogether. Myself, Chris, and Sam. We decided to arrive three days early and build up to the actual day of Mardi Gras. We drove down, taking turns at the wheel so we wouldn’t have to stop at any hotels along the way. ------------------------------ The First Night Saturday was our first night there. We’re from New Jersey, where it was about 30 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we left. But when we arrived in New Orleans, it was in the 80s, and very humid. Our hotel was right on the Mississippi River, and our room had a waterfront view. We settled in, cleaned up, and went out to walk around and check things out. We slowly aimed ourselves toward the French Quarter, checking out as much as we could along the way. I was a bit shocked that we could just buy beer from vendors right on the street and walk around, unbothered by police. We can’t do that in Jersey. All in all, we had a great time, great food and drink, and retired to the hotel around 4 am, while the city was still buzzing. As tired as I was, it took a while to fall asleep, due to the loud people partying in the hallway and surrounding rooms. ------------------------------ The Second Night Sunday, we went to check out Harrah’s (the casino), and then we made it back out to the streets for the atmosphere and alcohol once again. While walking around, we met a girl named Antoinette (Toni for short), who told us that she was a local, and that she was going to college there. Toni suggested we all go to a little restaurant just slightly out of the area, called Le Bon Temps (pronounced: Lay Baw Taw). That translates to “the good times” in English. We all headed down together, and it was a pretty cool little place. While we were there, I witnessed something that I had previously thought was only done in sitcoms. In the middle of our dinner, the door to the kitchen flew open, slamming against the wall. Out from the kitchen walked a large man, using one hand to carry a smaller employee by the back of his shirt collar. The guy being carried looked like there was something wrong with him. His eyes were half closed and bloodshot, while his face was almost pure white, completely void of expression. The larger man carried him by the back of his shirt all the way across the restaurant to the front door, where he pushed him outside and shut the door behind him. On his way back to the kitchen, the large man said “Sorry, folks, but you just can’t show up to work stoned out of your gourd like that.” There were some giggles from the patrons in reply. We all drank quite a bit that night and I ended up staying at Antoinette’s place, about a mile away. Chris and Sam said they were going to stay out for a while longer and then go back to the hotel. ------------------------------ The Third Night The next day, Monday, I texted my friends that I’d meet up with them later that evening. I spent the day with Antoinette, and we had a great time. I started wondering if this was too much for me to be getting into, allowing myself to get involved with a girl like this when I live so far away. She was definitely someone who I would want to pursue a relationship with, but I knew I’d be leaving town without her in just a few days. I decided to push these thoughts away, and let the proverbial chips fall where they may. We had two more days. Anything could happen. While Toni and I were walking back downtown later, I noticed there was a girl walking about a block behind us who seemed to be pretty out of it. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk, high, or what. Toni told me to just ignore her, as she hurried me along. Once we got to the corner where we were meeting up with Chris and Sam, things began to get strange. As we were crossing the street, I felt a hand on my back, almost like someone was pushing me, although rather weakly. I turned around, and realized that it was the girl who was walking a block behind us earlier. She wasn’t actually pushing me, though. It appeared that she needed to hold onto something to avoid falling over. We stopped and asked her if she was ok, and she just sort of grunted. At this point, I think we all became concerned. She started mumbling a bit, saying things like “My name is Emily,” “I was with friends, but now I’m here,” and “I live here, that way,” pointing in a direction that was blocked by a parade route. I asked her, “What happened? Did you lose your friends?,” to which she did not reply. We were standing right in front of a Burger King. I asked the crowd if someone could get a cup of water for her. Everyone who heard me just looked the other way and kept walking, some giving me the evil eye, as if I had done something wrong. A BK employee near the door said “You get her out of here, now!,” slamming the door shut. I noticed that Toni was staring at Emily with a very serious look on her face. Toni whispered into my ear, “She isn’t drunk. We should get out of here.” I replied, “But, shouldn’t we help her? She’s really messed up. We can’t leave her here to die.” Toni begrudgingly said “Alright, but let’s make this quick.” We each got on one side and carried Emily along with us down the block, where we came across a security guard standing in front of a parking structure. I stopped and asked the guard if they could help. I explained that we didn’t know what was wrong with her, but that she needed attention, and possibly a ride to the hospital. The guard looked at me like I was stupid. Toni gave her a shrug. The guard then re-focused on Emily. She reached into Emily’s backpack, rifled around a bit, and pulled out an ID card. The guard then said “I’ll take care of this and get her an ambulance. You can go on your way.” Toni started pulling me along, as I said “thank you” to the guard. As we were all walking, I asked Antoinette, “What did you mean when you said she wasn’t drunk? Is there something going on that we don’t know about?” Toni just said, “There’s a lot of strange things going on around here that you don’t want to know about. And neither do I.” My friends kind of laughed, and we moved along. We had some drinks and got back into the celebratory mood. Chris mentioned that he had been wanting to check out one of the New Orleans cemeteries that he had read about. Toni did not look enthused. But, Chris was already in motion. He walked over to one of the police officers who were standing guard, and asked “Hey, do you know where the closest cemetery is?” The officer looked him dead in the eye and stared for a few seconds. Then… And no, this is not a joke, even though it sounds like a bad slasher movie line… He said, “There’s one just a few blocks over that way, but you don’t want to be going down there.” Chris smirked. “Why not?” The officer replied, (And again, he really said this. It’s not just a cheesy line from a horror movie.) “They don’t really like your kind over there.” I have to be honest. I was kind of freaked out by this interaction. And Toni wasn’t looking happy. Chris said, “Come on, nothing’s going to happen. This isn’t a horror movie.” After a long sigh, I replied, “I guess it can’t hurt. I’ve heard that the cemeteries are a sight to see around here.” We embarked on Chris’ quest, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. There was quite a change in the look of the city as we got closer to the cemetery. It went from historic New Orleans chic to… something much less visually appealing. As we drew closer, I started to see and feel eyes on all of us. As we walked the final stretch to the cemetery entrance, there were at least a dozen people standing on their front porches and in their front yards, looking at us like we were about to do something really stupid. “We shouldn’t be here,” Toni said quietly. “Well, we are here, so let’s just be quick about it.” I said. When we got to the front gate, it was locked. Apparently, visiting hours were over. “Oh no, I guess we have to leave! Too bad,” said Toni. Despite our misfortune, we could still see all of the large, creepy and wonderful burial structures through the wrought iron fencing. Because New Orleans is below sea level, bodies are buried above ground. The arrangement of the structures in the cemetery actually looked like a small city. A city of the dead. The eyes were now piercing the backs of our heads, and we knew something was going to happen if we didn’t get out soon. But, Chris started walking the perimeter of the fencing until he happened upon a crevice big enough for him to try and squeeze through. He told us to follow him. I was hesitant, and Toni was telling me that we need to leave, but I figured a quick adventure inside couldn’t hurt. We’d be gone in a few minutes, not even enough time for police to arrive and catch us. So, we all squeezed through, one by one. It was getting pretty dark now, and this was really starting to feel wrong. I was just waiting for the doors to start opening and the dead to come out and greet us. I decided I was done with this place, and said to Chris, “Alright, we’re going back. This is just disrespectful, and the locals obviously don’t want us here.” He shot back, “Scared, huh?” I ignored him. We all squeezed back out, one at a time. Toni went just before me, and I was the last one out. I had a feeling like someone else was behind me, even though I was the last one. Before going through, I looked behind me… And I could swear that in the darkness, the door on one of the structures looked like it was sliding open. I could even hear the faint sound of a cement block scraping across the ground. I’m sure it was just my imagination, but this made me decide to get the heck out of there with the quickness. We walked silently at a much quicker pace back to the more populated downtown area. The noise and lights in the French Quarter seemed to welcome us home. ------------------------------ Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Carne Vale. A Farewell… To The Flesh. Today, the streets were twice as crowded as they had been the night before. This was the big day. Tons of new tourists filled the streets, to the point that we literally couldn’t even walk on Bourbon Street. We attempted to, but got stuck in the crowd like someone had tried to fit 100 crayons into a box that was only meant for 50. If anything happened here, we simply wouldn’t be able to move or get out of the way. For the rest of the day, we stuck to the side streets. As the parades carried on, it became more and more difficult to even go anywhere else, as they were blocking the streets, and thus blocking any way for us to go in the direction that we wanted. At this point, we kind of gave up and decided “If we can’t beat ‘em, we join ‘em.” “Let’s just go watch one of the parades,” I said. The others were indifferent. We all grabbed drinks and walked toward one of the main streets of the city as nightfall was beginning to close in on us. On our walk, we came upon some sort of dance troupe in the street. There were probably a dozen people in the troupe, all dressed in dark red, tribal looking outfits. Along with their dance, a few played hand drums, and they were all singing in what may have been French. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, though. At some point, the woman in front who appeared to be the leader of the troupe caught my eye and stared with a look as if she was not happy to see me. I saw her look over at Antoinette, then avert her gaze as if she had been caught. “Let’s go,” said Toni. As we walked away, I looked back and saw that the woman was staring again, with the same unhappy look on her face. A few minutes later into our walk, we started to see ahead down the street where it was looking more and more congested with people, to the point of it looking like the main floor of a sold-out rock show. I wondered how these people could deal with being so compressed together. Toni spoke up. “We want to stay away from anything that crowded,” she said. The rest of us agreed. I said, “Well, let’s just get a little closer. We don’t have to get right in the pit, but I do want to see what’s so exciting over there.” We kept walking. As we got closer, something started to seem a bit more clear. Not all of the people were making noise because they were having fun. Some of the merry-making noises turned out to be screams. As we moved closer, despite Antoinette’s objections, I noticed a small huddle of people in the center. Someone was on the ground. I hurried up to the circle and pushed my way to the inside. What I saw there left me frozen in my tracks. There were two people. One was laying on their back, motionless. The other… was on their knees, hovering over the one on the ground, and it looked… like they were eating their face. Blood was spewing everywhere while gawkers screamed in terror. Toni grabbed my arm from behind and said “I told you, we have to go!” She pulled at my arm, but I couldn’t avert my gaze from what was happening. Eventually, she pulled hard enough that I lost balance, sort of fell over, then got back up and started retreating with her. When we got back outside of the circle, we saw that there was another of the exact same scene happening maybe 20 feet away from us in another direction. “What is happening?!” I screamed. Then, the first circle we saw was dispersing rapidly as the flesh eater abandoned their meal and started seeking dessert in the crowd. Just like that, another was incapacitated on the ground, becoming seconds. But there was something else that I noticed while the thing was rising to look for its next victim… It was Emily, the girl who followed us the previous night. Toni told us that we were going to need to get to her place. As we began running, there were more and more of these things attacking and eating others. Where were they all coming from? If this wasn’t horrifying enough, I then received the answer to my question. Some of the flesh eaters were missing faces themselves. Just bone, blood and remnants of skin where their faces used to be. And they were using these skeletal faces to eat those of others. They weren’t ‘coming from’ anywhere. They were being created by the other flesh eaters. As one walked away from their meal, I saw the body of their victim rise and begin chasing their own mark. I was transfixed on this horrific, spontaneous public meltdown of society happening right before our eyes, when I was suddenly thrust to the ground with great force. I never saw it coming. I had no idea what was happening. I eventually focused, and realized that I had one of these faceless flesh eaters hovering over me. Blood was dripping from their jowls onto my face. I knew it was all over for me. Before I could even scream, Antoinette suddenly appeared face to face with the creature hovering over me. Except, she looked different. Her eyes were blood red, and she appeared to have a large set of fang-like teeth protruding from her open mouth. She used one hand to pick up the creature, bringing it face to face with her. She stared directly into its eyes and let out a guttural, terrifying sound like I’ve ever heard. Whatever this was… The creature was afraid of Toni. She dropped it, and it scrambled off immediately. She looked at me with her new face and shouted, “Get up and follow me. They won’t touch you now.” We ran behind her the rest of the way, tears in my eyes as I tried to figure out what was happening. When we got to her place, Toni locked the doors, and then shook some sort of liquid out of a bottle onto the floor in front of each of the doorways and windows. “This won’t be over until morning,” she said. Her face was back to normal now. We all stayed together in the living room that night. I knew that Toni would keep us safe. When daylight broke, she alerted us that it should be safe now, but that we needed to leave the city and go home immediately. We piled into her car so that she could drive us back to ours at the hotel. As we drove, I noticed that the streets were now empty, save for what appeared to be clean-up crews picking up the aftermath. Some were power washing the ground where there appeared to be dark stains. There were no bodies, and no flesh eaters out seeking breakfast, from what I could see. We were all dead silent for the entire drive, focused on what was happening outside our windows. Toni turned on the radio to a news station, and they were reporting that several people had died in what they called “parade float accidents” the prior day. As Toni said goodbye to us, she hugged me and put a note in my pocket. I haven’t had the courage to read it yet. CHX
I have done extensive research on ALOT of subjects, you could say i am learning everything under the sun and thus have came to the following conclusions: I understand how your family works, your companies, your routes around the world, and several of your questionable locations and businesses. I want you to come find me, talk to me, I know your out there... There is this restricted mine town in Elizabeth Bay, that has a Siemens metal bar (industrial) at the mine (picture in link) meaning the company has their hands in a dirty business. Conveniently, there is also a Restricted diamond mining area nearby. We all know about the blood diamonds.. 🩸 💎 According to Wikipedia, "Siemens AG is a German multinational conglomerate company headquartered in Munich and the largest industrial manufacturing company in Europe with branch offices abroad. The principal divisions of the company are Industry, Energy, Healthcare (Siemens Healthineers), and Infrastructure & Cities, which represent the main activities of the company. The company is a prominent maker of medical diagnostics equipment and its medical health-care division, which generates about 12 percent of the company's total sales, is its second-most profitable unit, after the industrial automation division. The company is a component of the Euro Stoxx 50 stock market index.” The most interesting thing about Siemens is a former Bush Family member, maybe even a president was part of 🤡 Headquarters: Munich, Germany Area served: Worldwide Key people: 1. Jim Hagemann Snabe (Chairman) 2. Joe Kaeser (CEO) 3. Roland Busch!!! (Deputy CEO) Products: Power generation technology, industrial and buildings automation, medical technology, railway vehicles, water treatment systems, fire alarms, PLM software Services: Business services, financing, project engineering and construction Divisions: Smart InfrastructurePower and GasDigital IndustriesHealthineersSiemens MobilitySiemens GamesaIoT ServicesNext 47Siemens Financial Services According to Wikipedia the founder of Siemens & Halske (original Siemens) was, “Ernst Werner Siemens (von Siemens from 1888; 13 December 1816 – 6 December 1892) who was a German electrical engineer, inventor and industrialist. Siemens's name has been adopted as the SI unit of electrical conductance, the siemens. He founded the electrical and telecommunications conglomerate Siemens. He is the fourth child (of fourteen) of a tenant farmer of the Siemens family, an old family of Goslar, documented since 1384. He was a brother of Carl Heinrich von Siemens and Carl Wilhelm Siemens. Parents: Christian Ferdinand Siemens (31 July 1787 – 16 January 1840) and wife Eleonore Henriette Siemens (Deichmann) (1792 – 8 July 1839).” There seems to be a potential family connection between Eleonore Deichmann and Anna Eleanor Roosevelt (October 11, 1884 – November 7, 1962) and a major connection (marriage) between the Bushes and Eleanors. Coincidence? I don’t believe so... at least one of their families lines, if not both are connected to the Royals and Rothschilds, the same goes for any other individual mentioned in this page. Prescott Bush was the father of George Herbert Walker Bush and the grandfather of George W. Bush, both future presidents. He helped finance Hitler from America. Due to his funding, his organization was seized in the, “Trading With The Enemy Act of 1942.” George W. Bush, becomes the 43rd President of the United States in the year 2000. Bush and his family declare they are the ancestors of the House of Plantagenet, whose linage stems from the Royal House of Judah. Could it be the “Herbert” Walker Bush is really really related to Herbert Simon founder of the original company of, before it was renamed and reestablished as Simon Property Group, Inc./Ltd? This would mean the Trumps, Bushes, and any other household politically/government affiliated individual are all part of the royal house and share the same “bloodline” and also control/have connections in other countries like Russia/Germany/Italy/England/etc... They put on “a show” for the general public through the media to make it appear as if there are “issues,” to create chaos in the public, so no one catches on to the reality, which is they a connected family line living in different countries that work together behind the scenes and create problems to mislead to further their own gain. Occasionally, one of the families may become more selfish and double-cross their other family members, but that’s a different story... Ever wonder why celebrities and Royals have strange or repeating names? Above is why. Conveniently, the last names came be changed through marriage (or even a 2nd/3rd identity) to cover their tracks.  “ Carl Heinrich von Siemens (often just Carl von Siemens) (3 March 1829 – 21 March 1906). In 1853, Carl Siemens traveled to St. Petersburg where he established the branch office of his brothers company Siemens & Halske. Siemens had a contract for constructing the Russian telegraph network at the time. Carl went to England in 1869, where he assisted his brother William. In the 1880s, he returned to Russia before he became the senior chief executive of Siemens & Halske after the death of his brother Werner in 1892. He resigned in 1904. For his service to Russia, he was ennobled by Tsar Nicholas II in 1895.” Clearly, Siemens, a company headquartered in Germany, but established worldwide, has deep connections with Russia concerning many businesses including power (electricity), communication network, and industrial side...and on top of that the American Bush family has their hands in it, so one could only come to the conclusion every problem ever created is a lie... Why? It is simply a power struggle between the 5 original Rothschild/Royal families that established themselves worldwide a long time ago. From that point forward they branched out, married their family members from the other countries (to keep the money in family and grow simultaneously). Eventually we are in today’s time, and they all have different last names and have grown so large you can barley tell them apart. They purposefully “cover” their tracks they best they can... Trump is also related to the Royals. Near the bottom is more information. ⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️⚱️ More deceased family members that established “the electric telecommunications empire.” If you follow the names listed and family lines I’m sure you will find a connection. His brother: Sir Carl Wilhelm Siemens FRS FRSA (4 April 1823 – 19 November 1883), anglicised to Charles William Siemens, was a German-British electrical engineer and businessman.” Occupation: Electrical engineer, businessman Known for: Siemens-Martin process Spouse(s): Anne Gordon Parent(s): Christian Ferdinand Siemens and Eleonore Deichmann Relatives: Ernst Werner von Siemens, Carl Heinrich von Siemens, Alexander Siemens Alexander Siemens (22 January 1847 – 16 February 1928) was a German electrical engineer Occupation: Engineer Spouse(s): Louisa Dodwell Children: Three daughters Parent(s): Gustav and Sophie Siemens Engineering career Discipline: Civil, Electrical, Institutions Institution of Civil Engineers (president), Society of Telegraph Engineers and Electricians (founder member) Practice: Siemens Brothers Projects: World's first public electricity supply (at Godalming) lamps and cables for the electric industry. ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ “John Hopkinson, FRS, (27 July 1849 – 27 August 1898) was a British physicist, electrical engineer, Fellow of the Royal Society and President of the IEE (now the IET). He invented the three-wire (three-phase) system for the distribution of electrical power, for which he was granted a patent in 1882. In 1890 was appointed professor of electrical engineering at King's College London, where he was also director of the Siemens Laboratory.” (Towards the bottom of this page is the information about the company, who owns it and talks about other connections/info/services). •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I believe Simon Property Group, Inc./Ltd. to be Donald Trump’s ‘The Trump Organization.’ According to Wikipedia, “The Trump Organization is a group of about 500 business entities of which Donald Trump owns. About 250 of these entities use the Trump name.” That means the other 250 are “under a different name,” Simon Property group perhaps...the Trumps sure do love real estate and investments and Simon Property group sure seems to have a very similar history to the Trump tower almost as though they are the same business just divided into 2 separately names business to confuse you. I honestly can’t blame you...🏥💰☸️ Where’s Simon? Hello 👋 Simon, I know exactly who you are, I found you! ⚖️ “The organization was founded in 1923 by Donald Trump's grandmother, Elizabeth Christ Trump, and his father, Fred Trump, as E. Trump & Son. Donald Trump began leading it in 1971, renamed it around 1973, and handed off its leadership to his children in 2017.” Areas served: • United States Canada Japan Mexico South Korea Malaysia Thailand Key people: David E. Simon (CEO/Chairman), Herbert Simon (founder), Cowell Simon (More information about these individuals/companies towards end of page.) 🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨 Berkshire Hathaway (founded by Oliver Chase—important! His family relations connect to the others! This same concept applies to any other families/companies mentioned), is currently run by CEO Warren E. Buffett, Charles T. Munger and AJit Jain According to Wikipedia, “Berkshire now owns a diverse range of businesses including confectionery, retail, railroads, home furnishings, encyclopedias, manufacturers of vacuum cleaners, jewelry sales, manufacture and distribution of uniforms, and several regional electric and gas utilities.” I want to point out just like the Trump Organization, Semens, and Simons, Berkshire is involved in investments including investments, property, and real estate!!!! Tisk, Tisk, Tisk... On top of that the company messes with jewels...that can only come from place, the the blood diamond mines or other types of mines (salt/oil/metals/precious stones/etc...) $$$$$ 🙂🙃😉 He also owns a large part of the railroad system (transportation/ports— also used for sex/drug trafficking/transporting goods/etc.) that Berkshire Hathaway owns. 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿 Let not forget Bill Gates! He owns the American/Canadian railway and when Warren Buffett dies, everything that Warren owns aka Berkshire Hathaway and its companies and railroads will ALL be donated to the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation, giving them control over all the major railways within the US and control over almost all the major businesses and products we buy everyday. Sounds like a monopoly to me, but whatever, it’s almost kinda amazing how all you guys worked together to create this misleading, heading in the wrong direction “empire”... 🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸 Whomever is reading this and this goes for ANYONE, if you truly want to change how the world works find and hold every individual accountable for their actions that are connected to the hypothetical laws and business empire they have created and yes it’s hypothetically, interpretation and perception of the laws is important... lawyers do it all the time... EVERYONE has a choice, the majority of Individuals “support” the system ONLY, because that’s all they’ve ever known.. since birth it gets ingrained into your head. Psychology/reverse psychology and the mind is quite a powerful tool that can be easily manipulated, if you understand it that is... But ultimately, you only have one life and it’s quite fucked to be living on the “Earth Prison” that the whole population is responsible for creating in today’s world. Like wtf? You can’t do anything anymore, fuck that! And yes, it’s equally everyone’s fault. The Elites for creating this “chaotic prison world” to further their plans that fit their needs only... and the rest of Earth’s general population who follows every word you say, like the good dogs they are. I’m sorry, but it’s true... and that’s why they should not be held accountable, unless of course someone “chooses” to take it into their own hands for whatever reason they have..I’m sure once the full truth is finally revealed many individuals will be shocked and very angry... who knows where that may lead, some won’t care, and others knew it was coming all along... The golden rule, “Treat others, how you would want to be treated.” The US constitution is unconstitutional. I stand by this.It does not define what it specifically means by “principle.” Aka it’s values. It merely states the individual principles as a whole aka “our bill of rights” and defines laws under them, but not once defines, what specific “principle” they ment... this means I can interpret it how I like, regardless of how many laws there are, bc they did not specify which definition of the word “principles” they meant. It can have several definitions and meanings, so how do I know how to properly interpret it? It doesn’t specify.... It’s all an “act” just like all the “bills” they write... What would the puppet show be without it right? Listed below is how the hypothetically true “money/drug/sex-traffic/electricty, water, land, and other laundering businesses” are connected. I have thought about this for a very long time, I have studied them, and put myself if their shoes...I try to be as fair as possible, though the families and companies listed below are all connected (marriage/2nd identity bc of incest and/or trying to hide, what the publicly traded companies really are [Fortune 500, for example] that everyone [general public] supports by working foin/or against the system. Yes, some of these individuals are guilty of horrendous crimes including mass genocide, but that’s okay, I’ve decided, as long as they break their evil system down and convert it into a positive system that truly works in favor of the people instead of Exploiting the whole world and storing children and animals in shipping containers? Like wtf is that shit? Are you not ashamed of yourselves? Is greed worth it? A black soul and heart... I am the soul collector and I am coming for you! Neither good nor bad, I hear the screams I hear the prayers and the rituals, I hear the true desires...And yes, I am fully aware you know that I know... so here is my reply. And don’t get me wrong if anyone else has a valid reason as to how you harmed them,and they decide to come for you, remember it’s their choice and it was also your choice to harm them in whatever way...the golden rule, I say! I hope whomever is part of this... I can teach you, to convert the negative into positive... I have many plans to share... I understand the structure and something or someone will always be greater and it’s equal will always be the lesser. They are the same just a different perspective... The structure needs to be turned inside out and needs to be rearranged. Everyone and Everything can easily be categorized. In simple terms this is what Algorithms are. I call it the chaotic pattern...The Alpha algorithm or what I’m assuming is the main quantum computer that combines the ALL separate individuals’ data on Earth (mini algorithm), information everyone freely gives out everyday without thinking twice about it, into a super algorithm that could potentially “predict” the future and make “plans” based on all this knowledge and data collected as to how humans behave, what they buy, live, etc.. into a nice chart that could potentially be followed... I understand that most of were born into this pre-established family business and were breed to continue the traditions... it’s normal that’s just how it’s always been... That’s why your family is not necessarily guilty even though at the same time you are, bc you kept pushing the agenda knowing what was really happening behind the scenes. I guess everyone part of your family or any of the associated business owned by many individuals are lucky that they are not stuck in shipping containers, sex trafficking, 🩸 Diamond mines, drugs, laundering, etc.... imagine being on the opposite end of the spectrum... Why not use your power and money for the light good instead of the shadow of evil. Negative energy collects and feeds in ways that you don’t for-see. I see the whole spectrum even the electro-magnetic frequency rays force behind it all. Adam the first living universal Atom spark that created the universes lives within me... I see everything on the spectrum. It’s a blessing and a curse. The  fibonacci curse and the curse of 3s... I see ALL the forms of 3s. Below are questionable companies responsible for horrendous crimes and individuals who are connected to one another usually by marriage or birth... All the information below stems from different Wikipedia sites (sources). There are many more companies and people involved I did not mention. But I see you Simpsons, Burns, i see who Hitler really was it’s not like he is really someone’s father...🙃, Stewie, and so many others 🧐 I see you ALL!!!! Hello Rothschilds! I’ve studied your family tree extensively, I see all the different names used for the same people to hide the incest. You should be proud, without it, you could have never built this empire. I would bet your whole kingdom that, I share your bloodline, I too am from Rheinland-Pfalz, marked the female bear born on the half moon 🌓 I truly miss it, but bc of your “vaccine plan” I probably will never be able to travel there again, since I do not trust a vaccine whose long-term effects are not known. It’s not like the military gave my dad a shot that gave him progressive supranuclear palzy years later, he’s the youngest person to ever “get this disease” in the world...they studied him at Harvard. I don’t trust it. Why would I? It destroyed his life! From the bottom of my heart, whomever is responsible for giving all the soldiers shots containing different diseases in the 80s and early 90s, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! That’s why I hate the world system so much and refuse to support it. ——————————————————— Wikipedia states about Simon Inc./Ltd: "Simon Property Group, Inc. is an American commercial real estate company, one of the largest retail real estate investment trusts (REIT), and the largest shopping mall operator in the US. The company operates five retail real estate platforms: regional malls, premium outlet centers, The Mills, community/lifestyle centers and international properties. It owns or has an interest in more than 204 properties of gross leasable area in North America and Asia. The company is headquartered in Indianapolis, Indiana, and employs more than 5,000 people." Simon Property Group, Inc. has served these: United States Canada Japan Mexico South Korea Malaysia Thailand According to Wikipedia a: "Commercial property, also called commercial real estate, investment property or income property, is real estate (buildings or land) intended to generate a profit, either from capital gains or rental income. Commercial property includes: office buildings, medical centers, hotels, malls, retail stores, multifamily housing buildings, farm land, warehouses, and garages. In many states, residential property containing more than a certain number of units qualifies as commercial property for borrowing and tax purposes. Commercial buildings are buildings that are used for commercial purposes, and include: office buildings, warehouses, and retail buildings (e.g. convenience stores, 'big box' stores, and shopping malls). In urban locations, a commercial building may combine functions, such as offices on levels 2-10, with retail on floor 1." Wikipedia states: "A real estate investment trust (REIT) is a company that owns, and in most cases operates, income-producing real estate. REITs own many types of commercial real estate, ranging from office and apartment buildings to warehouses, hospitals, shopping centers, hotels and commercial forests. Some REITs engage in financing real estate." ++++++++++++++++++++++ Founders of Simon Inc.: Melvin Simon and Herbert Simon • Simon Founder: Melvin Simon (October 21, 1926 – September 16, 2009) Spouse(s): Wife 1. Bess Meshulam born: née Meshulam-(divorced) Wife 2. Bren Burns Children: 5 including: 1. David E. Simon (with Bess) 2. Cindy Simon (with Bess) 3. Cowell Simon? 4.? 5.? Relatives:Paul Skjodt (son-in-law) • Founder Melvins son: David E. Simon (born 1961/1962) is an American billionaire real estate developer, chairman and chief executive officer (CEO) of Indianapolis-based Simon Property Group, an S&P 500 company and the largest U.S. publicly traded real estate company. Net worth US$1.0 billion (2017) Spouse(s): Jacqueline Freed (1986) Children: 5 Relatives: Melvin Simon (Father) Paul Skjodt: (brother-in-law) • Simon Founder; Herbert "Herb" Simon (born October 23, 1934) is an American real estate developer. Spouses: 3 Children: 10 --two with first wife --three with Meyer --two with Nakhirunkanok --three adopted children Parent(s): Max Simon Mae Simon Family: Melvin Simon (brother) Wife 1: Shelia Simon 1. Sheila Simon (divorced)-2 kids including Stephen Howard Simon, founder of Simon Equity LLC, (married Catherine Garvey Simon) Wife 2: Diane Meyer Simon (born Diane Irene Meyer). She is the former wife of Indiana real estate billionaire Herbert Simon. Diane Meyer (divorced)-3 kids. She was the political staffer for Senator Birch Bayh. They have 3 kids: 1. Sarah Elisabeth Meyer Simon- an investor who lives in New York City
Rachel Mariam Meyer Simon Stuart- is living in Indianapolis with her husband Hale Stuart and daughter Zara
Asher Benjamin Meyer Simon.
Wife 3: He married to Bui Simon in 2002 (born Porntip Nakhirunkanok) in Thailand (February 7, 1969--51 years old) Children: 2? Paul Skjodt (born June 28, 1958) is an American-Canadian businessman, and former ice hockey player. In 1987, he married Cindy Simon, the daughter of Melvin Simon and Bess Simon. They have 3 children: 1. Erik 2. Samantha 3. Ian Relatives: Melvin Simon (father-in-law) David Simon: (brother-in-law) I'm pretty sure Cindy Simon is really Sara J. Bloomfield the director of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, since Cindy and her husband are the "founders." Wikipedia states, "The Trump Organization is a group of about 500 business entities of which Donald Trump is the sole or principal owner. About 250 of these entities use the Trump name. The organization was founded in 1923 by Donald Trump's grandmother, Elizabeth Christ Trump, and his father, Fred Trump, as E. Trump & Son. Donald Trump began leading it in 1971, renamed it around 1973, and handed off its leadership to his children in 2017. The Trump Organization, through its various constituent companies and partnerships, has or has had interests in: real estate development, investing, brokerage, sales and marketing, and property management. Trump Organization entities own, operate, invest in, and develop: residential real estate, hotels, resorts, residential towers, and golf courses in various countries. They also operate or have operated in: construction, hospitality, casinos, entertainment, book and magazine publishing, broadcast media, model management, retail, financial services, food and beverages, business education, online travel, commercial and private aviation and beauty pageants. Trump Organization entities also own the New York television production company that produced the reality television franchise The Apprentice. Retail operations include or have included: fashion apparel, jewelry and accessories, books, home furnishings, lighting products, bath textiles and accessories, bedding, home fragrance products, small leather goods, vodka, wine, barware, steaks, chocolate bars, and bottled spring water." Donald John Trump (born June 14, 1946) Children 5 with Spouse(s): 3 Wife 1: Ivana Zelníčková (m. 1977; div. 1992) was born on February 20, 1949, in the Moravian city of Zlín, Czech Republic (Gottwaldov, Czechoslovakia) and is the daughter of Miloš Zelníček (1927–1990) and Marie Zelníčková (née Francová). Children: 3 1. Donald Trump Jr. 2. Ivanka Trump 3. Eric Trump Wife 2: Marla Maples (m. 1993; div. 1999) Wife 3: Melania Knauss (m. 2005) Parents of Trump: Fred Trump Mary Anne MacLeod •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Amschel Moses Rothschild was born in about 1710. He was a German Jewish silk trader and money changer in the Judengasse (Jewstreet) in Frankfurt. Around 1743 he placed a red hexagram sign (which numerically and geometrically convert into the number 666) above the entrance of his door. His house was also red in color. Within two centuries, the Rothschild, instructed this hexagram sign to be made part of the Israeli flag 🇮🇱. He had 8 children with Schönche Lechnich, one of his sons, Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812), is the founder of the Rothschild banking dynasty. He marries Guttle SchnappeSchönche Lechnich (Rothschild) in 1770, and they have 10 children together. In 1776, Mayer Amschel Rothschild creates the Illuminati and hands over the organizations development to Adam Weishaupt. Weishaupt sneaks in the Continental Order of Freemasons with this Illuminati doctrine. This doctrine claims a new order for the human race under the dictatorship of Satan and his supporters. This view is accepted and spread like a wildfire and is pursued in Masonic Lodges worldwide to this day. In 1777, Nathan Mayer Rothschild is born, who is followed by Kalmann (Carl) Mayer Rothschild/Carl Mayer Freiherr von Rothschild in 1788. Carl is the founder of the Rothschild banking family of Naples. He had child named Adolf Carl.... Edmond James de Rothschild (Baron Abraham Edmond Benjamin James de Rothschild) has a son named Maurice de Rothschild. (Notice the name “Baron”...). Adolf Hitler is really Maurice de Rothschild with fake beard and hair piece and carries out his father’s (Edmond James de Rothschild) work. Since the war caused a sugar shortage, Maurice would have also been the candy man aka Willy Wonka with his Cain top hat 🎩 Adolf HitleMaurice de Rothschild also has another name, which I believe to be Fred Trump, making trump his son... The pictures look to comparable... Anne (Anna), Mary, Maria, and Christ seems to be a shared motherly name between the Rothschild family history, Trumps, and Hitler.... (if you look up hitlers mom, it’s clearly a fake-photoshopped image). Also notice Trump’s youngest son is named “Barren.” One must remember it is very easy to put misinformation out there, that includes changing names/birthdays/ and “events” that happened in their lives. Usually the birthdays are around the same years or don’t fully mention the full birthday for one individual, a lot of names also seem to repeat, which could be considered another clue towards the truth. 🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠 Baron Abraham Edmond Benjamin James de Rothschild (19 August 1845 – 2 November 1934) was a French member of the Rothschild banking family. A strong supporter of Zionism, his large donations lent significant support to the movement during its early years, which helped lead to the establishment of the State of Israel, where he is simply known as "the baron Rothschild". Nationality: French Spouse(s): Adelheid von Rothschild (m. 1877) Children: 3 1. James Armand de Rothschild 2. Maurice de Rothschild 3. Alexandrine de Rothschild ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Maurice Edmond Karl de Rothschild (19 May 1881 – 4 September 1957) was a French art collector, vineyard owner, financier and politician. He was born into the Rothschild banking family of France.” Spouse(s): Noémie Halphen (m. 1909) Children : Edmond Adolphe de Rothschild (b. 1926) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Edmond Adolphe Maurice Jules Jacques de Rothschild or Baron Edmond de Rothschild (born 30 September 1926 in Paris, France – deceased 2 November 1997 in Geneva, Switzerland) was a French-Swiss banker, the founder of the Edmond de Rothschild Group in 1953. His investments extended to vineyards, yacht racing, farming and hospitality.” Spouse(s): 1. Veselinka Vladova Gueorguieva (m. 1958–1960) (1 child—Trump?!?) 2. Nadine de Rothschild (m. 1963) (Trump’s sister ?) Children: Benjamin de Rothschild (b. 1963) 🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽🗽 The pictures are linked below and in the comments, due to this being reddit I can’t show all the pics or the potential routes. https://imgur.com/gallery/ViO5cEL As Lil Wayne said, —“I am ill not sick Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha) Thank you, Thank you all I am president Carter”
Something Happened at Mardi Gras, and They’re Covering It Up
It’s taken me quite some time to decide whether to tell anyone about this. With Mardi Gras coming up again soon, I wanted to make sure people were warned, and know what happened. Something happened at Mardi Gras last year. And it’s being covered up. Every word of what follows is true. My friends and I decided to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I’ve always heard that the city was a non-stop, twenty-four hour, year round party. I’ve also heard that the days leading up to Mardi Gras take this to the extreme. There were three of us altogether. Myself, Chris, and Sam. We decided to arrive three days early and build up to the actual day of Mardi Gras. We drove down, taking turns at the wheel so we wouldn’t have to stop at any hotels along the way. ------------------------------ The First Night Saturday was our first night there. We’re from New Jersey, where it was about 30 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we left. But when we arrived in New Orleans, it was in the 80s, and very humid. Our hotel was right on the Mississippi River, and our room had a waterfront view. We settled in, cleaned up, and went out to walk around and check things out. We slowly aimed ourselves toward the French Quarter, checking out as much as we could along the way. I was a bit shocked that we could just buy beer from vendors right on the street and walk around, unbothered by police. We can’t do that in Jersey. All in all, we had a great time, great food and drink, and retired to the hotel around 4 am, while the city was still buzzing. As tired as I was, it took a while to fall asleep, due to the loud people partying in the hallway and surrounding rooms. ------------------------------ The Second Night Sunday, we went to check out Harrah’s (the casino), and then we made it back out to the streets for the atmosphere and alcohol once again. While walking around, we met a girl named Antoinette (Toni for short), who told us that she was a local, and that she was going to college there. Toni suggested we all go to a little restaurant just slightly out of the area, called Le Bon Temps (pronounced: Lay Baw Taw). That translates to “the good times” in English. We all headed down together, and it was a pretty cool little place. While we were there, I witnessed something that I had previously thought was only done in sitcoms. In the middle of our dinner, the door to the kitchen flew open, slamming against the wall. Out from the kitchen walked a large man, using one hand to carry a smaller employee by the back of his shirt collar. The guy being carried looked like there was something wrong with him. His eyes were half closed and bloodshot, while his face was almost pure white, completely void of expression. The larger man carried him by the back of his shirt all the way across the restaurant to the front door, where he pushed him outside and shut the door behind him. On his way back to the kitchen, the large man said “Sorry, folks, but you just can’t show up to work stoned out of your gourd like that.” There were some giggles from the patrons in reply. We all drank quite a bit that night and I ended up staying at Antoinette’s place, about a mile away. Chris and Sam said they were going to stay out for a while longer and then go back to the hotel. ------------------------------ The Third Night The next day, Monday, I texted my friends that I’d meet up with them later that evening. I spent the day with Antoinette, and we had a great time. I started wondering if this was too much for me to be getting into, allowing myself to get involved with a girl like this when I live so far away. She was definitely someone who I would want to pursue a relationship with, but I knew I’d be leaving town without her in just a few days. I decided to push these thoughts away, and let the proverbial chips fall where they may. We had two more days. Anything could happen. While Toni and I were walking back downtown later, I noticed there was a girl walking about a block behind us who seemed to be pretty out of it. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk, high, or what. Toni told me to just ignore her, as she hurried me along. Once we got to the corner where we were meeting up with Chris and Sam, things began to get strange. As we were crossing the street, I felt a hand on my back, almost like someone was pushing me, although rather weakly. I turned around, and realized that it was the girl who was walking a block behind us earlier. She wasn’t actually pushing me, though. It appeared that she needed to hold onto something to avoid falling over. We stopped and asked her if she was ok, and she just sort of grunted. At this point, I think we all became concerned. She started mumbling a bit, saying things like “My name is Emily,” “I was with friends, but now I’m here,” and “I live here, that way,” pointing in a direction that was blocked by a parade route. I asked her, “What happened? Did you lose your friends?,” to which she did not reply. We were standing right in front of a Burger King. I asked the crowd if someone could get a cup of water for her. Everyone who heard me just looked the other way and kept walking, some giving me the evil eye, as if I had done something wrong. A BK employee near the door said “You get her out of here, now!,” slamming the door shut. I noticed that Toni was staring at Emily with a very serious look on her face. Toni whispered into my ear, “She isn’t drunk. We should get out of here.” I replied, “But, shouldn’t we help her? She’s really messed up. We can’t leave her here to die.” Toni begrudgingly said “Alright, but let’s make this quick.” We each got on one side and carried Emily along with us down the block, where we came across a security guard standing in front of a parking structure. I stopped and asked the guard if they could help. I explained that we didn’t know what was wrong with her, but that she needed attention, and possibly a ride to the hospital. The guard looked at me like I was stupid. Toni gave her a shrug. The guard then re-focused on Emily. She reached into Emily’s backpack, rifled around a bit, and pulled out an ID card. The guard then said “I’ll take care of this and get her an ambulance. You can go on your way.” Toni started pulling me along, as I said “thank you” to the guard. As we were all walking, I asked Antoinette, “What did you mean when you said she wasn’t drunk? Is there something going on that we don’t know about?” Toni just said, “There’s a lot of strange things going on around here that you don’t want to know about. And neither do I.” My friends kind of laughed, and we moved along. We had some drinks and got back into the celebratory mood. Chris mentioned that he had been wanting to check out one of the New Orleans cemeteries that he had read about. Toni did not look enthused. But, Chris was already in motion. He walked over to one of the police officers who were standing guard, and asked “Hey, do you know where the closest cemetery is?” The officer looked him dead in the eye and stared for a few seconds. Then… And no, this is not a joke, even though it sounds like a bad slasher movie line… He said, “There’s one just a few blocks over that way, but you don’t want to be going down there.” Chris smirked. “Why not?” The officer replied, (And again, he really said this. It’s not just a cheesy line from a horror movie.) “They don’t really like your kind over there.” I have to be honest. I was kind of freaked out by this interaction. And Toni wasn’t looking happy. Chris said, “Come on, nothing’s going to happen. This isn’t a horror movie.” After a long sigh, I replied, “I guess it can’t hurt. I’ve heard that the cemeteries are a sight to see around here.” We embarked on Chris’ quest, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. There was quite a change in the look of the city as we got closer to the cemetery. It went from historic New Orleans chic to… something much less visually appealing. As we drew closer, I started to see and feel eyes on all of us. As we walked the final stretch to the cemetery entrance, there were at least a dozen people standing on their front porches and in their front yards, looking at us like we were about to do something really stupid. “We shouldn’t be here,” Toni said quietly. “Well, we are here, so let’s just be quick about it.” I said. When we got to the front gate, it was locked. Apparently, visiting hours were over. “Oh no, I guess we have to leave! Too bad,” said Toni. Despite our misfortune, we could still see all of the large, creepy and wonderful burial structures through the wrought iron fencing. Because New Orleans is below sea level, bodies are buried above ground. The arrangement of the structures in the cemetery actually looked like a small city. A city of the dead. The eyes were now piercing the backs of our heads, and we knew something was going to happen if we didn’t get out soon. But, Chris started walking the perimeter of the fencing until he happened upon a crevice big enough for him to try and squeeze through. He told us to follow him. I was hesitant, and Toni was telling me that we need to leave, but I figured a quick adventure inside couldn’t hurt. We’d be gone in a few minutes, not even enough time for police to arrive and catch us. So, we all squeezed through, one by one. It was getting pretty dark now, and this was really starting to feel wrong. I was just waiting for the doors to start opening and the dead to come out and greet us. I decided I was done with this place, and said to Chris, “Alright, we’re going back. This is just disrespectful, and the locals obviously don’t want us here.” He shot back, “Scared, huh?” I ignored him. We all squeezed back out, one at a time. Toni went just before me, and I was the last one out. I had a feeling like someone else was behind me, even though I was the last one. Before going through, I looked behind me… And I could swear that in the darkness, the door on one of the structures looked like it was sliding open. I could even hear the faint sound of a cement block scraping across the ground. I’m sure it was just my imagination, but this made me decide to get the heck out of there with the quickness. We walked silently at a much quicker pace back to the more populated downtown area. The noise and lights in the French Quarter seemed to welcome us home. ------------------------------ Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Carne Vale. A Farewell… To The Flesh. Today, the streets were twice as crowded as they had been the night before. This was the big day. Tons of new tourists filled the streets, to the point that we literally couldn’t even walk on Bourbon Street. We attempted to, but got stuck in the crowd like someone had tried to fit 100 crayons into a box that was only meant for 50. If anything happened here, we simply wouldn’t be able to move or get out of the way. For the rest of the day, we stuck to the side streets. As the parades carried on, it became more and more difficult to even go anywhere else, as they were blocking the streets, and thus blocking any way for us to go in the direction that we wanted. At this point, we kind of gave up and decided “If we can’t beat ‘em, we join ‘em.” “Let’s just go watch one of the parades,” I said. The others were indifferent. We all grabbed drinks and walked toward one of the main streets of the city as nightfall was beginning to close in on us. On our walk, we came upon some sort of dance troupe in the street. There were probably a dozen people in the troupe, all dressed in dark red, tribal looking outfits. Along with their dance, a few played hand drums, and they were all singing in what may have been French. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, though. At some point, the woman in front who appeared to be the leader of the troupe caught my eye and stared with a look as if she was not happy to see me. I saw her look over at Antoinette, then avert her gaze as if she had been caught. “Let’s go,” said Toni. As we walked away, I looked back and saw that the woman was staring again, with the same unhappy look on her face. A few minutes later into our walk, we started to see ahead down the street where it was looking more and more congested with people, to the point of it looking like the main floor of a sold-out rock show. I wondered how these people could deal with being so compressed together. Toni spoke up. “We want to stay away from anything that crowded,” she said. The rest of us agreed. I said, “Well, let’s just get a little closer. We don’t have to get right in the pit, but I do want to see what’s so exciting over there.” We kept walking. As we got closer, something started to seem a bit more clear. Not all of the people were making noise because they were having fun. Some of the merry-making noises turned out to be screams. As we moved closer, despite Antoinette’s objections, I noticed a small huddle of people in the center. Someone was on the ground. I hurried up to the circle and pushed my way to the inside. What I saw there left me frozen in my tracks. There were two people. One was laying on their back, motionless. The other… was on their knees, hovering over the one on the ground, and it looked… like they were eating their face. Blood was spewing everywhere while gawkers screamed in terror. Toni grabbed my arm from behind and said “I told you, we have to go!” She pulled at my arm, but I couldn’t avert my gaze from what was happening. Eventually, she pulled hard enough that I lost balance, sort of fell over, then got back up and started retreating with her. When we got back outside of the circle, we saw that there was another of the exact same scene happening maybe 20 feet away from us in another direction. “What is happening?!” I screamed. Then, the first circle we saw was dispersing rapidly as the flesh eater abandoned their meal and started seeking dessert in the crowd. Just like that, another was incapacitated on the ground, becoming seconds. But there was something else that I noticed while the thing was rising to look for its next victim… It was Emily, the girl who followed us the previous night. Toni told us that we were going to need to get to her place. As we began running, there were more and more of these things attacking and eating others. Where were they all coming from? If this wasn’t horrifying enough, I then received the answer to my question. Some of the flesh eaters were missing faces themselves. Just bone, blood and remnants of skin where their faces used to be. And they were using these skeletal faces to eat those of others. They weren’t ‘coming from’ anywhere. They were being created by the other flesh eaters. As one walked away from their meal, I saw the body of their victim rise and begin chasing their own mark. I was transfixed on this horrific, spontaneous public meltdown of society happening right before our eyes, when I was suddenly thrust to the ground with great force. I never saw it coming. I had no idea what was happening. I eventually focused, and realized that I had one of these faceless flesh eaters hovering over me. Blood was dripping from their jowls onto my face. I knew it was all over for me. Before I could even scream, Antoinette suddenly appeared face to face with the creature hovering over me. Except, she looked different. Her eyes were blood red, and she appeared to have a large set of fang-like teeth protruding from her open mouth. She used one hand to pick up the creature, bringing it face to face with her. She stared directly into its eyes and let out a guttural, terrifying sound like I’ve ever heard. Whatever this was… The creature was afraid of Toni. She dropped it, and it scrambled off immediately. She looked at me with her new face and shouted, “Get up and follow me. They won’t touch you now.” We ran behind her the rest of the way, tears in my eyes as I tried to figure out what was happening. When we got to her place, Toni locked the doors, and then shook some sort of liquid out of a bottle onto the floor in front of each of the doorways and windows. “This won’t be over until morning,” she said. Her face was back to normal now. We all stayed together in the living room that night. I knew that Toni would keep us safe. When daylight broke, she alerted us that it should be safe now, but that we needed to leave the city and go home immediately. We piled into her car so that she could drive us back to ours at the hotel. As we drove, I noticed that the streets were now empty, save for what appeared to be clean-up crews picking up the aftermath. Some were power washing the ground where there appeared to be dark stains. There were no bodies, and no flesh eaters out seeking breakfast, from what I could see. We were all dead silent for the entire drive, focused on what was happening outside our windows. Toni turned on the radio to a news station, and they were reporting that several people had died in what they called “parade float accidents” the prior day. As Toni said goodbye to us, she hugged me and put a note in my pocket. I haven’t had the courage to read it yet. CHX
Something Happened at Mardi Gras, and They’re Covering It Up
It’s taken me quite some time to decide whether to tell anyone about this. With Mardi Gras coming up again soon, I wanted to make sure people were warned, and know what happened. Something happened at Mardi Gras last year. And it’s being covered up. My friends and I decided to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I’ve always heard that the city was a non-stop, twenty-four hour, year round party. I’ve also heard that the days leading up to Mardi Gras take this to the extreme. There were three of us altogether. Myself, Chris, and Sam. We decided to arrive three days early and build up to the actual day of Mardi Gras. We drove down, taking turns at the wheel so we wouldn’t have to stop at any hotels along the way. ------------------------------ The First Night Saturday was our first night there. We’re from New Jersey, where it was about 30 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we left. But when we arrived in New Orleans, it was in the 80s, and very humid. Our hotel was right on the Mississippi River, and our room had a waterfront view. We settled in, cleaned up, and went out to walk around and check things out. We slowly aimed ourselves toward the French Quarter, checking out as much as we could along the way. I was a bit shocked that we could just buy beer from vendors right on the street and walk around, unbothered by police. We can’t do that in Jersey. All in all, we had a great time, great food and drink, and retired to the hotel around 4 am, while the city was still buzzing. As tired as I was, it took a while to fall asleep, due to the loud people partying in the hallway and surrounding rooms. ------------------------------ The Second Night Sunday, we went to check out Harrah’s (the casino), and then we made it back out to the streets for the atmosphere and alcohol once again. While walking around, we met a girl named Antoinette (Toni for short), who told us that she was a local, and that she was going to college there. Toni suggested we all go to a little restaurant just slightly out of the area, called Le Bon Temps (pronounced: Lay Baw Taw). That translates to “the good times” in English. We all headed down together, and it was a pretty cool little place. While we were there, I witnessed something that I had previously thought was only done in sitcoms. In the middle of our dinner, the door to the kitchen flew open, slamming against the wall. Out from the kitchen walked a large man, using one hand to carry a smaller employee by the back of his shirt collar. The guy being carried looked like there was something wrong with him. His eyes were half closed and bloodshot, while his face was almost pure white, completely void of expression. The larger man carried him by the back of his shirt all the way across the restaurant to the front door, where he pushed him outside and shut the door behind him. On his way back to the kitchen, the large man said “Sorry, folks, but you just can’t show up to work stoned out of your gourd like that.” There were some giggles from the patrons in reply. We all drank quite a bit that night and I ended up staying at Antoinette’s place, about a mile away. Chris and Sam said they were going to stay out for a while longer and then go back to the hotel. ------------------------------ The Third Night The next day, Monday, I texted my friends that I’d meet up with them later that evening. I spent the day with Antoinette, and we had a great time. I started wondering if this was too much for me to be getting into, allowing myself to get involved with a girl like this when I live so far away. She was definitely someone who I would want to pursue a relationship with, but I knew I’d be leaving town without her in just a few days. I decided to push these thoughts away, and let the proverbial chips fall where they may. We had two more days. Anything could happen. While Toni and I were walking back downtown later, I noticed there was a girl walking about a block behind us who seemed to be pretty out of it. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk, high, or what. Toni told me to just ignore her, as she hurried me along. Once we got to the corner where we were meeting up with Chris and Sam, things began to get strange. As we were crossing the street, I felt a hand on my back, almost like someone was pushing me, although rather weakly. I turned around, and realized that it was the girl who was walking a block behind us earlier. She wasn’t actually pushing me, though. It appeared that she needed to hold onto something to avoid falling over. We stopped and asked her if she was ok, and she just sort of grunted. At this point, I think we all became concerned. She started mumbling a bit, saying things like “My name is Emily,” “I was with friends, but now I’m here,” and “I live here, that way,” pointing in a direction that was blocked by a parade route. I asked her, “What happened? Did you lose your friends?,” to which she did not reply. We were standing right in front of a Burger King. I asked the crowd if someone could get a cup of water for her. Everyone who heard me just looked the other way and kept walking, some giving me the evil eye, as if I had done something wrong. A BK employee near the door said “You get her out of here, now!,” slamming the door shut. I noticed that Toni was staring at Emily with a very serious look on her face. Toni whispered into my ear, “She isn’t drunk. We should get out of here.” I replied, “But, shouldn’t we help her? She’s really messed up. We can’t leave her here to die.” Toni begrudgingly said “Alright, but let’s make this quick.” We each got on one side and carried Emily along with us down the block, where we came across a security guard standing in front of a parking structure. I stopped and asked the guard if they could help. I explained that we didn’t know what was wrong with her, but that she needed attention, and possibly a ride to the hospital. The guard looked at me like I was stupid. Toni gave her a shrug. The guard then re-focused on Emily. She reached into Emily’s backpack, rifled around a bit, and pulled out an ID card. The guard then said “I’ll take care of this and get her an ambulance. You can go on your way.” Toni started pulling me along, as I said “thank you” to the guard. As we were all walking, I asked Antoinette, “What did you mean when you said she wasn’t drunk? Is there something going on that we don’t know about?” Toni just said, “There’s a lot of strange things going on around here that you don’t want to know about. And neither do I.” My friends kind of laughed, and we moved along. We had some drinks and got back into the celebratory mood. Chris mentioned that he had been wanting to check out one of the New Orleans cemeteries that he had read about. Toni did not look enthused. But, Chris was already in motion. He walked over to one of the police officers who were standing guard, and asked “Hey, do you know where the closest cemetery is?” The officer looked him dead in the eye and stared for a few seconds. Then… And no, this is not a joke, even though it sounds like a bad slasher movie line… He said, “There’s one just a few blocks over that way, but you don’t want to be going down there.” Chris smirked. “Why not?” The officer replied, (And again, he really said this. It’s not just a cheesy line from a horror movie.) “They don’t really like your kind over there.” I have to be honest. I was kind of freaked out by this interaction. And Toni wasn’t looking happy. Chris said, “Come on, nothing’s going to happen. This isn’t a horror movie.” After a long sigh, I replied, “I guess it can’t hurt. I’ve heard that the cemeteries are a sight to see around here.” We embarked on Chris’ quest, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. There was quite a change in the look of the city as we got closer to the cemetery. It went from historic New Orleans chic to… something much less visually appealing. As we drew closer, I started to see and feel eyes on all of us. As we walked the final stretch to the cemetery entrance, there were at least a dozen people standing on their front porches and in their front yards, looking at us like we were about to do something really stupid. “We shouldn’t be here,” Toni said quietly. “Well, we are here, so let’s just be quick about it.” I said. When we got to the front gate, it was locked. Apparently, visiting hours were over. “Oh no, I guess we have to leave! Too bad,” said Toni. Despite our misfortune, we could still see all of the large, creepy and wonderful burial structures through the wrought iron fencing. Because New Orleans is below sea level, bodies are buried above ground. The arrangement of the structures in the cemetery actually looked like a small city. A city of the dead. The eyes were now piercing the backs of our heads, and we knew something was going to happen if we didn’t get out soon. But, Chris started walking the perimeter of the fencing until he happened upon a crevice big enough for him to try and squeeze through. He told us to follow him. I was hesitant, and Toni was telling me that we need to leave, but I figured a quick adventure inside couldn’t hurt. We’d be gone in a few minutes, not even enough time for police to arrive and catch us. So, we all squeezed through, one by one. It was getting pretty dark now, and this was really starting to feel wrong. I was just waiting for the doors to start opening and the dead to come out and greet us. I decided I was done with this place, and said to Chris, “Alright, we’re going back. This is just disrespectful, and the locals obviously don’t want us here.” He shot back, “Scared, huh?” I ignored him. We all squeezed back out, one at a time. Toni went just before me, and I was the last one out. I had a feeling like someone else was behind me, even though I was the last one. Before going through, I looked behind me… And I could swear that in the darkness, the door on one of the structures looked like it was sliding open. I could even hear the faint sound of a cement block scraping across the ground. I’m sure it was just my imagination, but this made me decide to get the heck out of there with the quickness. We walked silently at a much quicker pace back to the more populated downtown area. The noise and lights in the French Quarter seemed to welcome us home. ------------------------------ Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Carne Vale. A Farewell… To The Flesh. Today, the streets were twice as crowded as they had been the night before. This was the big day. Tons of new tourists filled the streets, to the point that we literally couldn’t even walk on Bourbon Street. We attempted to, but got stuck in the crowd like someone had tried to fit 100 crayons into a box that was only meant for 50. If anything happened here, we simply wouldn’t be able to move or get out of the way. For the rest of the day, we stuck to the side streets. As the parades carried on, it became more and more difficult to even go anywhere else, as they were blocking the streets, and thus blocking any way for us to go in the direction that we wanted. At this point, we kind of gave up and decided “If we can’t beat ‘em, we join ‘em.” “Let’s just go watch one of the parades,” I said. The others were indifferent. We all grabbed drinks and walked toward one of the main streets of the city as nightfall was beginning to close in on us. On our walk, we came upon some sort of dance troupe in the street. There were probably a dozen people in the troupe, all dressed in dark red, tribal looking outfits. Along with their dance, a few played hand drums, and they were all singing in what may have been French. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, though. At some point, the woman in front who appeared to be the leader of the troupe caught my eye and stared with a look as if she was not happy to see me. I saw her look over at Antoinette, then avert her gaze as if she had been caught. “Let’s go,” said Toni. As we walked away, I looked back and saw that the woman was staring again, with the same unhappy look on her face. A few minutes later into our walk, we started to see ahead down the street where it was looking more and more congested with people, to the point of it looking like the main floor of a sold-out rock show. I wondered how these people could deal with being so compressed together. Toni spoke up. “We want to stay away from anything that crowded,” she said. The rest of us agreed. I said, “Well, let’s just get a little closer. We don’t have to get right in the pit, but I do want to see what’s so exciting over there.” We kept walking. As we got closer, something started to seem a bit more clear. Not all of the people were making noise because they were having fun. Some of the merry-making noises turned out to be screams. As we moved closer, despite Antoinette’s objections, I noticed a small huddle of people in the center. Someone was on the ground. I hurried up to the circle and pushed my way to the inside. What I saw there left me frozen in my tracks. There were two people. One was laying on their back, motionless. The other… was on their knees, hovering over the one on the ground, and it looked… like they were eating their face. Blood was spewing everywhere while gawkers screamed in terror. Toni grabbed my arm from behind and said “I told you, we have to go!” She pulled at my arm, but I couldn’t avert my gaze from what was happening. Eventually, she pulled hard enough that I lost balance, sort of fell over, then got back up and started retreating with her. When we got back outside of the circle, we saw that there was another of the exact same scene happening maybe 20 feet away from us in another direction. “What is happening?!” I screamed. Then, the first circle we saw was dispersing rapidly as the flesh eater abandoned their meal and started seeking dessert in the crowd. Just like that, another was incapacitated on the ground, becoming seconds. But there was something else that I noticed while the thing was rising to look for its next victim… It was Emily, the girl who followed us the previous night. Toni told us that we were going to need to get to her place. As we began running, there were more and more of these things attacking and eating others. Where were they all coming from? If this wasn’t horrifying enough, I then received the answer to my question. Some of the flesh eaters were missing faces themselves. Just bone, blood and remnants of skin where their faces used to be. And they were using these skeletal faces to eat those of others. They weren’t ‘coming from’ anywhere. They were being created by the other flesh eaters. As one walked away from their meal, I saw the body of their victim rise and begin chasing their own mark. I was transfixed on this horrific, spontaneous public meltdown of society happening right before our eyes, when I was suddenly thrust to the ground with great force. I never saw it coming. I had no idea what was happening. I eventually focused, and realized that I had one of these faceless flesh eaters hovering over me. Blood was dripping from their jowls onto my face. I knew it was all over for me. Before I could even scream, Antoinette suddenly appeared face to face with the creature hovering over me. Except, she looked different. Her eyes were blood red, and she appeared to have a large set of fang-like teeth protruding from her open mouth. She used one hand to pick up the creature, bringing it face to face with her. She stared directly into its eyes and let out a guttural, terrifying sound like I’ve ever heard. Whatever this was… The creature was afraid of Toni. She dropped it, and it scrambled off immediately. She looked at me with her new face and shouted, “Get up and follow me. They won’t touch you now.” We ran behind her the rest of the way, tears in my eyes as I tried to figure out what was happening. When we got to her place, Toni locked the doors, and then shook some sort of liquid out of a bottle onto the floor in front of each of the doorways and windows. “This won’t be over until morning,” she said. Her face was back to normal now. We all stayed together in the living room that night. I knew that Toni would keep us safe. When daylight broke, she alerted us that it should be safe now, but that we needed to leave the city and go home immediately. We piled into her car so that she could drive us back to ours at the hotel. As we drove, I noticed that the streets were now empty, save for what appeared to be clean-up crews picking up the aftermath. Some were power washing the ground where there appeared to be dark stains. There were no bodies, and no flesh eaters out seeking breakfast, from what I could see. We were all dead silent for the entire drive, focused on what was happening outside our windows. Toni turned on the radio to a news station, and they were reporting that several people had died in what they called “parade float accidents” the prior day. As Toni said goodbye to us, she hugged me and put a note in my pocket. I haven’t had the courage to read it yet. CHX
Something Happened at Mardi Gras, and They’re Covering It Up
It’s taken me quite some time to decide whether to tell anyone about this. With Mardi Gras coming up again soon, I wanted to make sure people were warned, and know what happened. Something happened at Mardi Gras last year. And it’s being covered up. Every word of what follows is true. My friends and I decided to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I’ve always heard that the city was a non-stop, twenty-four hour, year round party. I’ve also heard that the days leading up to Mardi Gras take this to the extreme. There were three of us altogether. Myself, Chris, and Sam. We decided to arrive three days early and build up to the actual day of Mardi Gras. We drove down, taking turns at the wheel so we wouldn’t have to stop at any hotels along the way. ------------------------------ The First Night Saturday was our first night there. We’re from New Jersey, where it was about 30 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we left. But when we arrived in New Orleans, it was in the 80s, and very humid. Our hotel was right on the Mississippi River, and our room had a waterfront view. We settled in, cleaned up, and went out to walk around and check things out. We slowly aimed ourselves toward the French Quarter, checking out as much as we could along the way. I was a bit shocked that we could just buy beer from vendors right on the street and walk around, unbothered by police. We can’t do that in Jersey. All in all, we had a great time, great food and drink, and retired to the hotel around 4 am, while the city was still buzzing. As tired as I was, it took a while to fall asleep, due to the loud people partying in the hallway and surrounding rooms. ------------------------------ The Second Night Sunday, we went to check out Harrah’s (the casino), and then we made it back out to the streets for the atmosphere and alcohol once again. While walking around, we met a girl named Antoinette (Toni for short), who told us that she was a local, and that she was going to college there. Toni suggested we all go to a little restaurant just slightly out of the area, called Le Bon Temps (pronounced: Lay Baw Taw). That translates to “the good times” in English. We all headed down together, and it was a pretty cool little place. While we were there, I witnessed something that I had previously thought was only done in sitcoms. In the middle of our dinner, the door to the kitchen flew open, slamming against the wall. Out from the kitchen walked a large man, using one hand to carry a smaller employee by the back of his shirt collar. The guy being carried looked like there was something wrong with him. His eyes were half closed and bloodshot, while his face was almost pure white, completely void of expression. The larger man carried him by the back of his shirt all the way across the restaurant to the front door, where he pushed him outside and shut the door behind him. On his way back to the kitchen, the large man said “Sorry, folks, but you just can’t show up to work stoned out of your gourd like that.” There were some giggles from the patrons in reply. We all drank quite a bit that night and I ended up staying at Antoinette’s place, about a mile away. Chris and Sam said they were going to stay out for a while longer and then go back to the hotel. ------------------------------ The Third Night The next day, Monday, I texted my friends that I’d meet up with them later that evening. I spent the day with Antoinette, and we had a great time. I started wondering if this was too much for me to be getting into, allowing myself to get involved with a girl like this when I live so far away. She was definitely someone who I would want to pursue a relationship with, but I knew I’d be leaving town without her in just a few days. I decided to push these thoughts away, and let the proverbial chips fall where they may. We had two more days. Anything could happen. While Toni and I were walking back downtown later, I noticed there was a girl walking about a block behind us who seemed to be pretty out of it. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk, high, or what. Toni told me to just ignore her, as she hurried me along. Once we got to the corner where we were meeting up with Chris and Sam, things began to get strange. As we were crossing the street, I felt a hand on my back, almost like someone was pushing me, although rather weakly. I turned around, and realized that it was the girl who was walking a block behind us earlier. She wasn’t actually pushing me, though. It appeared that she needed to hold onto something to avoid falling over. We stopped and asked her if she was ok, and she just sort of grunted. At this point, I think we all became concerned. She started mumbling a bit, saying things like “My name is Emily,” “I was with friends, but now I’m here,” and “I live here, that way,” pointing in a direction that was blocked by a parade route. I asked her, “What happened? Did you lose your friends?,” to which she did not reply. We were standing right in front of a Burger King. I asked the crowd if someone could get a cup of water for her. Everyone who heard me just looked the other way and kept walking, some giving me the evil eye, as if I had done something wrong. A BK employee near the door said “You get her out of here, now!,” slamming the door shut. I noticed that Toni was staring at Emily with a very serious look on her face. Toni whispered into my ear, “She isn’t drunk. We should get out of here.” I replied, “But, shouldn’t we help her? She’s really messed up. We can’t leave her here to die.” Toni begrudgingly said “Alright, but let’s make this quick.” We each got on one side and carried Emily along with us down the block, where we came across a security guard standing in front of a parking structure. I stopped and asked the guard if they could help. I explained that we didn’t know what was wrong with her, but that she needed attention, and possibly a ride to the hospital. The guard looked at me like I was stupid. Toni gave her a shrug. The guard then re-focused on Emily. She reached into Emily’s backpack, rifled around a bit, and pulled out an ID card. The guard then said “I’ll take care of this and get her an ambulance. You can go on your way.” Toni started pulling me along, as I said “thank you” to the guard. As we were all walking, I asked Antoinette, “What did you mean when you said she wasn’t drunk? Is there something going on that we don’t know about?” Toni just said, “There’s a lot of strange things going on around here that you don’t want to know about. And neither do I.” My friends kind of laughed, and we moved along. We had some drinks and got back into the celebratory mood. Chris mentioned that he had been wanting to check out one of the New Orleans cemeteries that he had read about. Toni did not look enthused. But, Chris was already in motion. He walked over to one of the police officers who were standing guard, and asked “Hey, do you know where the closest cemetery is?” The officer looked him dead in the eye and stared for a few seconds. Then… And no, this is not a joke, even though it sounds like a bad slasher movie line… He said, “There’s one just a few blocks over that way, but you don’t want to be going down there.” Chris smirked. “Why not?” The officer replied, (And again, he really said this. It’s not just a cheesy line from a horror movie.) “They don’t really like your kind over there.” I have to be honest. I was kind of freaked out by this interaction. And Toni wasn’t looking happy. Chris said, “Come on, nothing’s going to happen. This isn’t a horror movie.” After a long sigh, I replied, “I guess it can’t hurt. I’ve heard that the cemeteries are a sight to see around here.” We embarked on Chris’ quest, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. There was quite a change in the look of the city as we got closer to the cemetery. It went from historic New Orleans chic to… something much less visually appealing. As we drew closer, I started to see and feel eyes on all of us. As we walked the final stretch to the cemetery entrance, there were at least a dozen people standing on their front porches and in their front yards, looking at us like we were about to do something really stupid. “We shouldn’t be here,” Toni said quietly. “Well, we are here, so let’s just be quick about it.” I said. When we got to the front gate, it was locked. Apparently, visiting hours were over. “Oh no, I guess we have to leave! Too bad,” said Toni. Despite our misfortune, we could still see all of the large, creepy and wonderful burial structures through the wrought iron fencing. Because New Orleans is below sea level, bodies are buried above ground. The arrangement of the structures in the cemetery actually looked like a small city. A city of the dead. The eyes were now piercing the backs of our heads, and we knew something was going to happen if we didn’t get out soon. But, Chris started walking the perimeter of the fencing until he happened upon a crevice big enough for him to try and squeeze through. He told us to follow him. I was hesitant, and Toni was telling me that we need to leave, but I figured a quick adventure inside couldn’t hurt. We’d be gone in a few minutes, not even enough time for police to arrive and catch us. So, we all squeezed through, one by one. It was getting pretty dark now, and this was really starting to feel wrong. I was just waiting for the doors to start opening and the dead to come out and greet us. I decided I was done with this place, and said to Chris, “Alright, we’re going back. This is just disrespectful, and the locals obviously don’t want us here.” He shot back, “Scared, huh?” I ignored him. We all squeezed back out, one at a time. Toni went just before me, and I was the last one out. I had a feeling like someone else was behind me, even though I was the last one. Before going through, I looked behind me… And I could swear that in the darkness, the door on one of the structures looked like it was sliding open. I could even hear the faint sound of a cement block scraping across the ground. I’m sure it was just my imagination, but this made me decide to get the heck out of there with the quickness. We walked silently at a much quicker pace back to the more populated downtown area. The noise and lights in the French Quarter seemed to welcome us home. ------------------------------ Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Carne Vale. A Farewell… To The Flesh. Today, the streets were twice as crowded as they had been the night before. This was the big day. Tons of new tourists filled the streets, to the point that we literally couldn’t even walk on Bourbon Street. We attempted to, but got stuck in the crowd like someone had tried to fit 100 crayons into a box that was only meant for 50. If anything happened here, we simply wouldn’t be able to move or get out of the way. For the rest of the day, we stuck to the side streets. As the parades carried on, it became more and more difficult to even go anywhere else, as they were blocking the streets, and thus blocking any way for us to go in the direction that we wanted. At this point, we kind of gave up and decided “If we can’t beat ‘em, we join ‘em.” “Let’s just go watch one of the parades,” I said. The others were indifferent. We all grabbed drinks and walked toward one of the main streets of the city as nightfall was beginning to close in on us. On our walk, we came upon some sort of dance troupe in the street. There were probably a dozen people in the troupe, all dressed in dark red, tribal looking outfits. Along with their dance, a few played hand drums, and they were all singing in what may have been French. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, though. At some point, the woman in front who appeared to be the leader of the troupe caught my eye and stared with a look as if she was not happy to see me. I saw her look over at Antoinette, then avert her gaze as if she had been caught. “Let’s go,” said Toni. As we walked away, I looked back and saw that the woman was staring again, with the same unhappy look on her face. A few minutes later into our walk, we started to see ahead down the street where it was looking more and more congested with people, to the point of it looking like the main floor of a sold-out rock show. I wondered how these people could deal with being so compressed together. Toni spoke up. “We want to stay away from anything that crowded,” she said. The rest of us agreed. I said, “Well, let’s just get a little closer. We don’t have to get right in the pit, but I do want to see what’s so exciting over there.” We kept walking. As we got closer, something started to seem a bit more clear. Not all of the people were making noise because they were having fun. Some of the merry-making noises turned out to be screams. As we moved closer, despite Antoinette’s objections, I noticed a small huddle of people in the center. Someone was on the ground. I hurried up to the circle and pushed my way to the inside. What I saw there left me frozen in my tracks. There were two people. One was laying on their back, motionless. The other… was on their knees, hovering over the one on the ground, and it looked… like they were eating their face. Blood was spewing everywhere while gawkers screamed in terror. Toni grabbed my arm from behind and said “I told you, we have to go!” She pulled at my arm, but I couldn’t avert my gaze from what was happening. Eventually, she pulled hard enough that I lost balance, sort of fell over, then got back up and started retreating with her. When we got back outside of the circle, we saw that there was another of the exact same scene happening maybe 20 feet away from us in another direction. “What is happening?!” I screamed. Then, the first circle we saw was dispersing rapidly as the flesh eater abandoned their meal and started seeking dessert in the crowd. Just like that, another was incapacitated on the ground, becoming seconds. But there was something else that I noticed while the thing was rising to look for its next victim… It was Emily, the girl who followed us the previous night. Toni told us that we were going to need to get to her place. As we began running, there were more and more of these things attacking and eating others. Where were they all coming from? If this wasn’t horrifying enough, I then received the answer to my question. Some of the flesh eaters were missing faces themselves. Just bone, blood and remnants of skin where their faces used to be. And they were using these skeletal faces to eat those of others. They weren’t ‘coming from’ anywhere. They were being created by the other flesh eaters. As one walked away from their meal, I saw the body of their victim rise and begin chasing their own mark. I was transfixed on this horrific, spontaneous public meltdown of society happening right before our eyes, when I was suddenly thrust to the ground with great force. I never saw it coming. I had no idea what was happening. I eventually focused, and realized that I had one of these faceless flesh eaters hovering over me. Blood was dripping from their jowls onto my face. I knew it was all over for me. Before I could even scream, Antoinette suddenly appeared face to face with the creature hovering over me. Except, she looked different. Her eyes were blood red, and she appeared to have a large set of fang-like teeth protruding from her open mouth. She used one hand to pick up the creature, bringing it face to face with her. She stared directly into its eyes and let out a guttural, terrifying sound like I’ve ever heard. Whatever this was… The creature was afraid of Toni. She dropped it, and it scrambled off immediately. She looked at me with her new face and shouted, “Get up and follow me. They won’t touch you now.” We ran behind her the rest of the way, tears in my eyes as I tried to figure out what was happening. When we got to her place, Toni locked the doors, and then shook some sort of liquid out of a bottle onto the floor in front of each of the doorways and windows. “This won’t be over until morning,” she said. Her face was back to normal now. We all stayed together in the living room that night. I knew that Toni would keep us safe. When daylight broke, she alerted us that it should be safe now, but that we needed to leave the city and go home immediately. We piled into her car so that she could drive us back to ours at the hotel. As we drove, I noticed that the streets were now empty, save for what appeared to be clean-up crews picking up the aftermath. Some were power washing the ground where there appeared to be dark stains. There were no bodies, and no flesh eaters out seeking breakfast, from what I could see. We were all dead silent for the entire drive, focused on what was happening outside our windows. Toni turned on the radio to a news station, and they were reporting that several people had died in what they called “parade float accidents” the prior day. As Toni said goodbye to us, she hugged me and put a note in my pocket. I haven’t had the courage to read it yet. CHX
These are the statistical top 500 movies of all time, according to 23 different websites
Hey everyone, great to be back again. Some of you might remember a similar title from a post I made back in April, where I made a list of the top 250 movies with 13 sources, or a preview of this list I made last month. I want to emphasize that this is NOT an official ranking nor my personal ranking; it is just a statistical and, personally, interesting look at 500 amazing movies. These rankings reflect the opinions of thousands of critics and millions of people around the world. And I am glad that this list is able to cover a wide range of genres, decades, and countries. So before I get bombarded with "Why isn't X on here?" or "How is X above Y?" comments, I wanted to clear that up. I sourced my data from Sight & Sound (both critic and director lists), TSPDT, iCheckMovies, 11 domestic websites (Rotten Tomatoes, Metacritic, IMDb, Letterboxd, TMDb, Trakt, Blu-Ray, MovieLens, RateYourMusic, Criticker, and Critics Choice), and 9 international audience sites (FilmAffinity, Douban, Naver, MUBI, Filmweb, Kinopoisk, CSFD, Moviemeter, and Senscritique). This balance of domestic/international ratings made the list more well-rounded and internationally representative (sites from Spain, China, Korea, Poland, Russia, Czech Republic, Netherlands, and France). As for my algorithm, I weighted websites according to both their Alexa ranking and their number of votes compared to other sites. For example, since The Godfather has hundreds of thousands of votes on Letterboxd but only a couple thousand on Metacritic, Letterboxd would be weighted more heavily. After obtaining the weighted averages, I then added the movie's iCheckMovies' favs/checks ratio and TSPDT ranking, if applicable. Regarding TSPDT, I included the top 2000 movies; as an example of my calculations, Rear Window's ranking of #41 would add (2000-41)/2000=0.9795 points to its weighted average. I removed movies that had <7-8K votes on IMDb, as these mostly had low ratings and numbers of votes across different sites as well. For both Sight & Sound lists, I added between 0.5 and 1 point to a movie's score based on its ranking, which I thought was an adequate reflection of how difficult it is to be included on these lists. As examples, a #21 movie would have 0.9 points added while a #63 would have 0.69 points. So without further ado, the statistical top 500 movies ever made. I separated the scores into overall, critics, domestic, and international columns to make comparisons easier. This list on Letterboxd.
Ranking
Title
Overall Score
Critics
Domestic
International
Year
Director
1
The Godfather
93.89
97.73
90.50
89.36
1972
Francis Ford Coppola
2
The Godfather: Part II
91.93
93.30
89.04
88.06
1974
Francis Ford Coppola
3
Seven Samurai
91.05
97.38
87.63
85.90
1954
Akira Kurosawa
4
12 Angry Men
90.45
95.45
88.74
88.62
1957
Sidney Lumet
5
City Lights
89.94
96.75
85.67
85.93
1931
Charlie Chaplin
6
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
89.45
91.20
87.81
86.59
1966
Sergio Leone
7
The Shawshank Redemption
89.41
82.95
89.49
89.18
1994
Frank Darabont
8
Psycho
89.29
95.23
85.70
85.01
1960
Alfred Hitchcock
9
Modern Times
89.28
95.55
85.21
85.37
1936
Charlie Chaplin
10
Schindler's List
89.08
93.80
87.22
87.29
1993
Steven Spielberg
11
Pulp Fiction
88.85
92.60
87.69
86.42
1994
Quentin Tarantino
12
Rear Window
88.63
97.65
85.40
83.33
1954
Alfred Hitchcock
13
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
88.55
87.38
86.28
86.97
1975
Miloš Forman
14
Apocalypse Now
88.54
93.85
85.24
83.48
1979
Francis Ford Coppola
15
Tokyo Story
88.49
98.30
85.16
83.76
1953
Yasujirō Ozu
16
Spirited Away
88.34
93.78
86.80
85.91
2001
Hayao Miyazaki
17
GoodFellas
88.03
91.48
87.00
84.03
1990
Martin Scorsese
18
Vertigo
88.02
95.60
84.05
82.76
1958
Alfred Hitchcock
19
Singin' in the Rain
88.01
97.65
83.95
83.13
1952
Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen
20
Sunset Boulevard
88.00
95.45
85.44
84.22
1950
Billy Wilder
21
Citizen Kane
87.83
99.03
83.06
82.22
1941
Orson Welles
22
Harakiri
87.79
85.83
88.00
86.29
1962
Masaki Kobayashi
23
Rashomon
87.74
96.55
83.52
82.73
1950
Akira Kurosawa
24
Once Upon a Time in the West
87.71
86.65
85.48
84.62
1968
Sergio Leone
25
Fanny and Alexander
87.54
97.30
83.15
83.00
1982
Ingmar Bergman
26
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
87.40
92.59
86.06
85.38
2003
Peter Jackson
27
Andrei Rublev
87.39
91.90
83.80
83.94
1966
Andrei Tarkovsky
28
The Passion of Joan of Arc
87.39
94.65
83.88
83.57
1928
Carl Theodor Dreyer
29
Sherlock Jr.
87.36
96.45
83.64
85.60
1924
Buster Keaton
30
Bicycle Thieves
87.35
94.70
83.91
83.46
1948
Vittorio De Sica
31
Casablanca
87.35
98.00
85.25
82.62
1942
Michael Curtiz
32
Some Like It Hot
87.28
95.30
82.11
83.73
1959
Billy Wilder
33
Persona
87.22
88.20
84.28
83.07
1966
Ingmar Bergman
34
Children of Paradise
87.21
95.33
84.81
83.27
1945
Marcel Carné
35
Taxi Driver
87.14
93.88
83.60
82.06
1976
Martin Scorsese
36
The Dark Knight
87.08
88.81
86.96
84.80
2008
Christopher Nolan
37
Metropolis
87.03
96.00
82.92
84.01
1927
Fritz Lang
38
Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans
87.02
93.95
82.23
84.02
1927
F. W. Murnau
39
Stalker
87.02
92.30
83.86
83.29
1979
Andrei Tarkovsky
40
Pather Panchali
86.96
94.35
84.40
82.80
1955
Satyajit Ray
41
Lawrence of Arabia
86.95
97.65
83.76
81.49
1962
David Lean
42
M
86.91
96.20
84.34
82.92
1931
Fritz Lang
43
Ordet
86.82
98.10
83.08
82.55
1955
Carl Theodor Dreyer
44
It's a Wonderful Life
86.77
90.45
85.17
84.90
1946
Frank Capra
45
Satantango
86.76
90.45
84.58
84.21
1994
Béla Tarr
46
Parasite
86.72
96.34
86.55
83.15
2019
Bong Joon-ho
47
The 400 Blows
86.70
96.70
83.14
82.60
1959
François Truffaut
48
Ikiru
86.56
93.80
85.48
84.29
1952
Akira Kurosawa
49
Mirror
86.50
95.60
82.75
82.34
1975
Andrei Tarkovsky
50
Come and See
86.50
90.50
85.22
83.13
1985
Elem Klimov
51
The Apartment
86.48
92.00
84.09
82.99
1960
Billy Wilder
52
The General
86.45
91.45
82.59
83.87
1926
Buster Keaton, Clyde Bruckman
53
Grave of the Fireflies
86.43
95.13
85.85
82.97
1988
Isao Takahata
54
Le Trou
86.41
89.95
85.46
85.14
1960
Jacques Becker
55
The Battle of Algiers
86.37
95.40
82.64
81.24
1966
Gillo Pontecorvo
56
A Man Escaped
86.34
96.50
83.67
82.03
1956
Robert Bresson
57
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
86.34
95.85
84.37
83.03
1964
Stanley Kubrick
58
Paths of Glory
86.25
92.30
84.97
84.48
1957
Stanley Kubrick
59
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
86.24
88.75
85.61
84.31
2001
Peter Jackson
60
All About Eve
86.23
96.95
83.69
83.20
1950
Joseph L. Mankiewicz
61
Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back
86.21
86.93
87.05
83.29
1980
Irvin Kershner
62
High and Low
86.16
86.55
86.08
84.26
1963
Akira Kurosawa
63
The Great Dictator
86.15
91.10
84.25
85.03
1940
Charlie Chaplin
64
The Silence of the Lambs
86.12
88.68
85.29
84.17
1991
Jonathan Demme
65
2001: A Space Odyssey
86.06
88.35
82.93
81.54
1968
Stanley Kubrick
66
North by Northwest
86.03
96.38
83.17
81.74
1959
Alfred Hitchcock
67
Double Indemnity
85.91
94.38
83.84
83.12
1944
Billy Wilder
68
Ugetsu
85.91
97.25
82.69
81.91
1953
Kenji Mizoguchi
69
Woman in the Dunes
85.91
93.95
84.71
83.77
1964
Hiroshi Teshigahara
70
Sansho the Bailiff
85.88
95.50
84.24
82.21
1954
Kenji Mizoguchi
71
Once Upon a Time in America
85.87
86.10
83.84
85.53
1984
Sergio Leone
72
City of God
85.86
84.08
86.39
84.00
2002
Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund
73
Late Spring
85.81
94.75
83.74
82.27
1949
Yasujirō Ozu
74
Barry Lyndon
85.80
87.95
82.44
82.30
1975
Stanley Kubrick
75
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
85.78
88.78
85.00
84.29
2002
Peter Jackson
76
Raging Bull
85.77
90.48
82.01
81.80
1980
Martin Scorsese
77
Chinatown
85.72
94.08
83.32
80.69
1974
Roman Polanski
78
Alien
85.69
91.73
84.76
82.62
1979
Ridley Scott
79
Ran
85.68
94.70
83.93
82.52
1985
Akira Kurosawa
80
The Seventh Seal
85.67
92.10
83.52
82.13
1957
Ingmar Bergman
81
The Kid
85.61
92.85
82.91
84.94
1921
Charlie Chaplin
82
Wild Strawberries
85.51
90.05
83.38
82.24
1957
Ingmar Bergman
83
A Brighter Summer Day
85.50
93.38
84.07
81.01
1991
Edward Yang
84
8½
85.48
91.20
82.59
81.09
1963
Federico Fellini
85
The Pianist
85.38
88.69
83.31
84.80
2002
Roman Polanski
86
The World of Apu
85.38
93.20
84.38
83.09
1959
Satyajit Ray
87
La Dolce Vita
85.37
94.38
81.40
80.48
1960
Federico Fellini
88
Star Wars
85.33
90.03
85.22
81.92
1977
George Lucas
89
The Best of Youth
85.31
88.78
85.31
83.64
2003
Marco Tullio Giordana
90
The Gold Rush
85.29
94.55
81.93
83.59
1925
Charlie Chaplin
91
The Third Man
85.26
96.50
82.91
80.21
1949
Carol Reed
92
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
85.20
96.68
82.77
81.81
1948
John Huston
93
I Am Cuba
85.18
93.60
82.00
83.44
1964
Mikhail Kalatozov
94
The Lives of Others
85.14
89.03
84.12
82.73
2006
Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck
95
Witness for the Prosecution
85.13
92.65
83.67
84.99
1957
Billy Wilder
96
Touch of Evil
85.11
95.70
81.36
79.65
1958
Orson Welles
97
WALL-E
85.10
92.09
82.82
82.64
2008
Andrew Stanton
98
Scenes from a Marriage
85.02
86.85
84.80
83.06
1974
Ingmar Bergman
99
To Be or Not to Be
84.99
89.58
82.52
83.39
1942
Ernst Lubitsch
100
A Separation
84.92
94.24
83.34
80.90
2011
Asghar Farhadi
101
The Night of the Hunter
84.91
96.93
81.17
79.06
1955
Charles Laughton
102
Three Colors: Red
84.87
96.78
83.32
80.78
1994
Krzysztof Kieślowski
103
Yojimbo
84.87
91.55
83.85
82.99
1961
Akira Kurosawa
104
Back to the Future
84.85
89.38
84.47
81.94
1985
Robert Zemeckis
105
My Neighbor Totoro
84.84
87.53
83.44
83.17
1988
Hayao Miyazaki
106
In the Mood for Love
84.84
83.87
82.55
81.20
2000
Wong Kar-wai
107
Princess Mononoke
84.83
81.18
85.02
84.24
1999
Hayao Miyazaki
108
Saving Private Ryan
84.82
90.35
83.94
82.50
1998
Steven Spielberg
109
Cinema Paradiso
84.78
82.30
84.73
83.43
1988
Giuseppe Tornatore
110
La Jetée
84.75
89.25
83.27
81.80
1962
Chris Marker
111
The Wages of Fear
84.71
94.60
82.99
82.80
1953
Henri-Georges Clouzot
112
Das Boot
84.68
90.13
83.62
82.71
1981
Wolfgang Petersen
113
Fight Club
84.65
71.18
86.39
84.95
1999
David Fincher
114
Nights of Cabiria
84.64
92.25
82.72
83.13
1957
Federico Fellini
115
La Strada
84.61
92.60
80.79
82.78
1954
Federico Fellini
116
Amadeus
84.53
89.55
82.88
82.59
1984
Miloš Forman
117
Forrest Gump
84.50
76.90
83.06
86.12
1994
Robert Zemeckis
118
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
84.49
90.41
85.03
81.69
2018
Peter Ramsey, Rodney Rothman, Bob Persichetti
119
The Lion King
84.45
88.28
77.22
84.09
1994
Rob Minkoff, Roger Allers
120
Inception
84.43
82.07
84.18
84.17
2010
Christopher Nolan
121
Whiplash
84.42
89.53
84.87
81.96
2014
Damien Chazelle
122
The Shop Around the Corner
84.40
94.43
80.85
82.37
1940
Ernst Lubitsch
123
Rififi
84.38
92.00
83.03
81.58
1955
Jules Dassin
124
Umberto D.
84.38
92.63
82.20
81.75
1952
Vittorio De Sica
125
Army of Shadows
84.37
95.30
82.98
80.50
1969
Jean-Pierre Melville
126
Blade Runner
84.34
85.85
82.57
80.29
1982
Ridley Scott
127
Samurai Rebellion
84.33
89.05
82.85
83.84
1967
Masaki Kobayashi
128
Close-Up
84.31
85.70
81.99
80.69
1990
Abbas Kiarostami
129
The Circus
84.29
90.35
81.69
83.14
1928
Charlie Chaplin
130
Raiders of the Lost Ark
84.19
89.33
84.31
80.57
1981
Steven Spielberg
131
Grand Illusion
84.18
95.35
81.85
79.78
1937
Jean Renoir
132
A Clockwork Orange
84.18
82.78
82.37
82.51
1971
Stanley Kubrick
133
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
84.07
89.37
83.36
80.57
2004
Michel Gondry
134
A Woman Under the Influence
84.01
87.40
82.51
80.40
1974
John Cassavetes
135
The Cranes Are Flying
84.00
89.30
82.76
82.40
1957
Mikhail Kalatozov
136
Yi Yi
83.91
91.25
82.48
79.64
2000
Edward Yang
137
To Kill a Mockingbird
83.91
89.13
81.98
82.20
1962
Robert Mulligan
138
The Matrix
83.90
77.78
84.54
83.06
1999
Wachowski Sisters
139
The Sting
83.90
85.73
82.71
83.36
1973
George Roy Hill
140
The Mother and the Whore
83.87
94.55
81.24
79.82
1973
Jean Eustache
141
Se7en
83.86
72.15
84.91
84.48
1995
David Fincher
142
Early Summer
83.85
94.45
82.19
82.01
1951
Yasujirō Ozu
143
Werckmeister Harmonies
83.80
91.73
80.89
81.93
2000
Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky
144
Coco
83.80
86.21
82.73
83.66
2017
Adrian Molina, Lee Unkrich
145
Toy Story
83.76
95.03
82.30
80.15
1995
John Lasseter
146
It Happened One Night
83.76
90.83
81.46
81.76
1934
Frank Capra
147
Reservoir Dogs
83.74
84.68
83.12
81.99
1992
Quentin Tarantino
148
Unforgiven
83.73
88.55
82.24
81.59
1992
Clint Eastwood
149
The Deer Hunter
83.73
87.68
80.57
82.06
1978
Michael Cimino
150
The Young and the Damned
83.72
87.10
82.58
80.82
1950
Luis Buñuel
151
The Best Years of Our Lives
83.68
92.63
81.19
81.20
1946
William Wyler
152
The Leopard
83.66
97.30
79.56
79.57
1963
Luchino Visconti
153
Time of the Gypsies
83.65
86.05
83.31
82.29
1988
Emir Kusturica
154
Ali: Fear Eats the Soul
83.61
96.70
80.51
79.97
1974
Rainer Werner Fassbinder
155
Raise the Red Lantern
83.57
90.25
82.37
81.81
1991
Zhang Yimou
156
Terminator 2: Judgment Day
83.57
82.00
84.11
81.83
1991
James Cameron
157
The Shining
83.55
75.35
84.08
81.80
1980
Stanley Kubrick
158
Viridiana
83.54
92.95
80.68
80.81
1961
Luis Buñuel
159
Portrait of a Lady on Fire
83.52
93.59
83.08
80.02
2019
Céline Sciamma
160
Greed
83.51
97.05
80.65
80.64
1924
Erich von Stroheim
161
Gone with the Wind
83.48
92.90
80.01
81.68
1939
Victor Fleming
162
There Will Be Blood
83.48
89.65
81.91
79.02
2007
Paul Thomas Anderson
163
L.A. Confidential
83.46
91.63
82.08
80.81
1997
Curtis Hanson
164
Paris, Texas
83.46
83.95
82.89
81.66
1984
Wim Wenders
165
Throne of Blood
83.45
91.30
82.18
81.49
1957
Akira Kurosawa
166
Toy Story 3
83.43
93.55
81.61
80.32
2010
Lee Unkrich
167
Memento
83.43
85.20
83.78
80.76
2000
Christopher Nolan
168
On the Waterfront
83.37
93.00
82.23
79.52
1954
Elia Kazan
169
Trip to the Moon
83.37
94.70
79.96
82.83
1902
Georges Méliès
170
The Rules of the Game
83.33
96.55
80.45
78.02
1939
Jean Renoir
171
Red Beard
83.32
74.15
83.41
83.27
1965
Akira Kurosawa
172
The Grapes of Wrath
83.32
95.45
80.42
80.34
1940
John Ford
173
Au Hasard Balthazar
83.29
98.08
77.93
77.54
1966
Robert Bresson
174
Autumn Sonata
83.29
84.85
83.09
82.66
1978
Ingmar Bergman
175
Annie Hall
83.28
93.18
80.58
80.58
1977
Woody Allen
176
The Conformist
83.27
96.68
79.92
78.58
1970
Bernardo Bertolucci
177
Rocco and His Brothers
83.24
84.73
81.95
81.68
1960
Luchino Visconti
178
Dersu Uzala
83.23
74.75
82.35
83.37
1975
Akira Kurosawa
179
Cool Hand Luke
83.21
93.05
82.22
79.83
1967
Stuart Rosenberg
180
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
83.18
91.98
82.96
79.30
1975
Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones
181
Le Samouraï
83.18
92.35
82.45
79.40
1967
Jean-Pierre Melville
182
Aliens
83.18
88.73
83.29
79.61
1986
James Cameron
183
PlayTime
83.16
93.50
80.22
78.80
1967
Jacques Tati
184
The Bridge on the River Kwai
83.14
90.58
81.93
80.24
1957
David Lean
185
The Red Shoes
83.13
93.15
82.82
79.96
1948
Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger
186
American Beauty
83.10
87.15
81.93
81.13
1999
Sam Mendes
187
To Live
83.10
84.00
82.16
82.46
1994
Zhang Yimou
188
Battleship Potemkin
83.10
95.85
77.81
80.41
1925
Sergei Eisenstein
189
Day of Wrath
83.09
93.40
81.07
81.29
1943
Carl Theodor Dreyer
190
All Quiet on the Western Front
83.07
92.85
80.05
81.48
1930
Lewis Milestone
191
It's Such a Beautiful Day
83.07
91.25
83.62
79.77
2012
Don Hertzfeldt
192
Full Metal Jacket
83.06
81.53
82.21
82.54
1987
Stanley Kubrick
193
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari
83.05
96.40
79.84
81.83
1920
Robert Wiene
194
Kes
83.03
97.80
79.59
80.55
1969
Ken Loach
195
The Usual Suspects
83.02
80.23
84.08
81.48
1995
Bryan Singer
196
The Cameraman
83.00
93.90
80.77
81.57
1928
Edward Segdwick, Buster Keaton
197
Aparajito
83.00
90.90
81.81
81.20
1956
Satyajit Ray
198
The Elephant Man
83.00
83.00
82.10
81.87
1980
David Lynch
199
Rebecca
82.98
90.08
81.08
80.93
1940
Alfred Hitchcock
200
Make Way for Tomorrow
82.97
95.80
81.72
80.14
1937
Leo McCarey
201
The Great Escape
82.97
87.68
82.29
80.66
1963
John Sturges
202
Your Name
82.97
84.55
84.07
81.29
2016
Makoto Shinkai
203
Limelight
82.92
88.00
79.85
83.02
1952
Charlie Chaplin
204
Breathless
82.92
91.95
78.88
79.10
1960
Jean-Luc Godard
205
Underground
82.91
80.75
81.26
82.64
1995
Emir Kusturica
206
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
82.88
91.90
81.08
79.53
1962
John Ford
207
Aguirre: The Wrath of God
82.87
94.55
80.46
78.62
1972
Werner Herzog
208
Oldboy
82.86
78.98
84.00
81.27
2003
Park Chan-wook
209
Up
82.84
90.28
81.32
80.86
2009
Pete Docter
210
Anatomy of a Murder
82.84
94.00
80.57
80.02
1959
Otto Preminger
211
The Wild Bunch
82.84
90.35
79.45
80.12
1969
Sam Peckinpah
212
The Hunt
82.75
82.08
82.79
82.62
2012
Thomas Vinterberg
213
Il Sorpasso
82.74
95.75
82.84
79.57
1962
Dino Risi
214
The Last Laugh
82.74
95.25
79.47
81.61
1924
F. W. Murnau
215
A Streetcar Named Desire
82.73
94.60
79.89
80.26
1951
Elia Kazan
216
Life Is Beautiful
82.73
68.45
83.60
85.57
1997
Roberto Benigni
217
A Short Film About Love
82.71
87.10
81.90
81.89
1988
Krzysztof Kieślowski
218
The Shop on Main Street
82.71
94.45
82.15
80.43
1965
Ján Kadár, Elmar Klos
219
Rio Bravo
82.71
92.10
80.46
79.80
1959
Howard Hawks
220
Roman Holiday
82.70
84.55
80.74
82.42
1953
William Wyler
221
Ivan's Childhood
82.69
94.80
81.25
80.37
1962
Andrei Tarkovsky
222
The Exterminating Angel
82.68
91.10
81.66
80.17
1962
Luis Buñuel
223
Trainspotting
82.68
85.20
81.57
81.21
1996
Danny Boyle
224
The Last Picture Show
82.67
94.15
79.90
79.56
1971
Peter Bogdanovich
225
The Truman Show
82.64
89.63
79.70
82.15
1998
Peter Weir
226
Memories of Murder
82.64
82.88
82.68
80.94
2003
Bong Joon-ho
227
Faust
82.62
89.70
80.23
81.94
1926
F. W. Murnau
228
Sans Soleil
82.62
83.90
79.45
80.51
1983
Chris Marker
229
Song of the Sea
82.57
87.63
80.59
82.23
2014
Tomm Moore
230
Léon: The Professional
82.55
67.38
84.05
84.07
1994
Luc Besson
231
Fargo
82.54
87.45
82.36
79.19
1996
Coen Brothers
232
Solaris
82.54
89.95
80.91
79.69
1972
Andrei Tarkovsky
233
Sweet Smell of Success
82.52
96.53
80.81
77.62
1957
Alexander Mackendrick
234
For a Few Dollars More
82.52
79.28
82.38
83.15
1965
Sergio Leone
235
White Heat
82.51
90.65
80.77
81.24
1949
Raoul Walsh
236
Brief Encounter
82.50
88.35
80.81
81.03
1945
David Lean
237
Wings of Desire
82.49
85.70
81.30
80.42
1987
Wim Wenders
238
Diabolique
82.47
90.70
81.27
80.73
1955
Henri-Georges Clouzot
239
An Autumn Afternoon
82.45
91.95
81.68
79.85
1962
Yasujirō Ozu
240
The Tale of the Princess Kaguya
82.44
90.63
81.16
80.43
2013
Isao Takahata
241
Amarcord
82.41
85.95
79.26
80.73
1973
Federico Fellini
242
Heat
82.40
79.08
82.03
81.73
1995
Michael Mann
243
L'Atalante
82.40
95.60
78.32
78.10
1934
Jean Vigo
244
Django Unchained
82.39
83.44
82.23
81.94
2012
Quentin Tarantino
245
Jeanne Dielman, 23 Commerce Quay, 1080 Brussels
82.38
95.50
78.73
79.69
1975
Chantal Akerman
246
Kind Hearts and Coronets
82.38
95.60
80.80
79.72
1949
Robert Hamer
247
Dog Day Afternoon
82.37
88.40
81.11
79.80
1975
Sidney Lumet
248
Forbidden Games
82.37
93.75
80.36
80.99
1952
René Clément
249
The Crowd
82.35
93.35
79.21
81.23
1928
King Vidor
250
Notorious
82.35
96.78
79.96
78.21
1946
Alfred Hitchcock
251
Mary and Max
82.35
88.05
80.95
82.42
2009
Adam Elliot
252
Persepolis
82.34
88.95
80.09
80.77
2007
Marjane Satrapi, Vincent Paronnaud
253
Howl's Moving Castle
82.33
78.71
82.63
83.10
2004
Hayao Miyazaki
254
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
82.33
85.10
81.54
82.03
1984
Hayao Miyazaki
255
Safety Last!
82.33
92.25
80.95
81.10
1923
Fred C. Newmeyer, Sam Taylor
256
Rosemary's Baby
82.32
94.78
79.99
78.69
1968
Roman Polanski
257
L'Avventura
82.32
92.10
79.08
78.03
1960
Michelangelo Antonioni
258
The Searchers
82.32
93.90
78.16
76.66
1956
John Ford
259
La Haine
82.30
90.60
82.38
79.56
1995
Mathieu Kassovitz
260
Three Colors: Blue
82.30
88.28
81.55
79.23
1993
Krzysztof Kieślowski
261
Chungking Express
82.30
79.95
82.29
80.73
1994
Wong Kar-wai
262
Inside Out
82.29
93.66
80.27
79.85
2015
Pete Docter
263
Where is the Friend's Home?
82.28
89.25
81.22
80.21
1987
Abbas Kiarostami
264
Cries and Whispers
82.27
85.45
81.02
80.80
1972
Ingmar Bergman
265
Napoleon
82.22
93.25
81.89
78.99
1927
Abel Gance
266
Paper Moon
82.19
83.08
81.37
81.29
1973
Peter Bogdanovich
267
The Spirit of the Beehive
82.17
89.83
79.31
78.91
1973
Víctor Erice
268
A Special Day
82.16
90.20
81.11
81.25
1977
Ettore Scola
269
Nostalghia
82.15
83.00
80.91
81.23
1983
Andrei Tarkovsky
270
Network
82.13
85.45
82.36
79.08
1976
Sidney Lumet
271
L'Eclisse
82.11
84.70
79.78
78.81
1962
Michelangelo Antonioni
272
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
82.09
80.83
81.78
81.15
1939
Frank Capra
273
Sanjuro
82.09
91.90
81.67
80.85
1962
Akira Kurosawa
274
Badlands
82.06
93.38
79.77
77.21
1973
Terrence Malick
275
Vivre Sa Vie
82.06
85.20
80.12
79.83
1962
Jean-Luc Godard
276
Nobody Knows
82.06
87.18
81.12
81.15
2004
Hirokazu Koreeda
277
No Country for Old Men
82.05
90.68
80.56
78.47
2007
Coen Brothers
278
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring
82.05
86.05
80.76
80.62
2003
Kim Ki-duk
279
La Notte
82.04
78.35
81.45
81.11
1961
Michelangelo Antonioni
280
The Celebration
82.04
84.23
81.34
80.08
1998
Thomas Vinterberg
281
In the Name of the Father
82.04
84.90
81.14
81.85
1993
Jim Sheridan
282
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang
82.02
89.55
80.18
81.56
1932
Mervyn LeRoy
283
Shoplifters
82.01
92.39
80.60
79.31
2018
Hirokazu Koreeda
284
Finding Nemo
82.01
92.60
80.13
78.76
2003
Andrew Stanton, Lee Unkrich
285
Z
81.98
87.55
82.21
79.59
1969
Costa-Gavras
286
The Phantom Carriage
81.96
95.00
80.01
80.32
1921
Victor Sjöström
287
Manhattan
81.95
86.23
80.50
79.81
1979
Woody Allen
288
Rome, Open City
81.94
95.40
80.45
79.27
1945
Robert Rossellini
289
Children of Heaven
81.93
80.15
81.24
82.01
1997
Majid Majidi
290
The Green Mile
81.92
71.93
82.95
84.38
1999
Frank Darabont
291
The Iron Giant
81.91
86.61
80.88
79.95
1999
Brad Bird
292
The Sacrifice
81.90
80.30
80.47
81.37
1986
Andrei Tarkovsky
293
The Philadelphia Story
81.90
94.95
79.79
77.86
1940
George Cukor
294
The Twilight Samurai
81.90
86.10
81.07
81.13
2002
Yôji Yamada
295
Before Sunset
81.88
87.79
81.42
78.41
2004
Richard Linklater
296
Before Sunrise
81.86
84.40
82.24
79.44
1995
Richard Linklater
297
Castle in the Sky
81.85
81.63
81.49
82.06
1986
Hayao Miyazaki
298
The Departed
81.84
86.92
82.82
79.04
2006
Martin Scorsese
299
Brazil
81.83
90.23
80.61
78.37
1985
Terry Gilliam
300
Incendies
81.81
83.85
81.88
80.74
2011
Denis Villenueve
301
The Maltese Falcon
81.81
95.65
80.24
77.28
1941
John Huston
302
The Wizard of Oz
81.77
98.03
79.38
77.17
1939
Victor Fleming
303
Le Cercle Rouge
81.76
90.03
80.81
78.54
1970
Jean-Pierre Melville
304
Monsieur Verdoux
81.76
89.80
78.55
81.34
1947
Charlie Chaplin
305
The Return
81.72
84.85
80.02
80.96
2003
Andrey Zvyagintsev
306
Secrets & Lies
81.71
90.73
80.29
78.66
1996
Mike Leigh
307
The Hidden Fortress
81.70
91.25
80.79
80.72
1958
Akira Kurosawa
308
Pan's Labyrinth
81.69
92.59
81.60
76.08
2006
Guillermo del Toro
309
Amélie
81.69
79.64
81.96
80.27
2004
Jean-Pierre Jeunet
310
Ben-Hur
81.67
86.93
79.86
80.22
1959
William Wyler
311
Fitzcarraldo
81.67
75.80
81.06
81.21
1982
Werner Herzog
312
American History X
81.63
70.13
83.58
83.00
1998
Tony Kaye
313
Ace in the Hole
81.62
79.10
80.88
81.36
1951
Billy Wilder
314
Capernaum
81.62
81.83
80.52
82.18
2018
Nadine Labaki
315
Still Walking
81.61
90.30
80.92
79.48
2008
Hirokazu Koreeda
316
All About My Mother
81.61
88.77
79.56
78.80
1999
Pedro Almodóvar
317
The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie
81.60
92.28
78.82
78.83
1972
Luis Buñuel
318
Platoon
81.60
88.70
79.52
80.45
1986
Oliver Stone
319
Farewell My Concubine
81.60
80.50
80.49
81.04
1993
Chen Kaige
320
Letter from an Unknown Woman
81.59
93.10
79.84
79.31
1948
Max Ophüls
321
The Grand Budapest Hotel
81.58
87.64
80.72
79.19
2014
Wes Anderson
322
The Virgin Spring
81.58
82.45
80.70
80.66
1960
Ingmar Bergman
323
The Red Balloon
81.57
90.20
79.93
80.30
1956
Albert Lamorisse
324
Stagecoach
81.57
94.58
77.69
78.94
1939
John Ford
325
Mulholland Drive
81.56
80.61
79.60
77.87
2001
David Lynch
326
A Matter of Life and Death
81.49
92.60
81.91
76.27
1946
Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger
327
High Noon
81.48
90.58
79.27
78.94
1952
Fred Zinnemann
328
Orpheus
81.48
96.20
79.88
78.90
1950
Jean Cocteau
329
Life of Brian
81.47
82.98
80.78
79.81
1979
Terry Jones
330
Casino
81.46
74.23
81.54
81.75
1995
Martin Scorsese
331
Kagemusha
81.44
82.93
80.01
80.43
1980
Akira Kurosawa
332
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
81.43
76.08
80.53
81.85
1969
George Roy Hill
333
In a Lonely Place
81.43
92.45
80.42
78.77
1950
Nicholas Ray
334
Scarface
81.43
71.30
81.97
82.18
1983
Brian De Palma
335
A Short Film About Killing
81.42
87.35
79.89
80.38
1988
Krzysztof Kieślowski
336
Beauty and the Beast
81.41
92.05
79.28
78.32
1946
Jean Cocteau
337
The Hustler
81.39
92.45
80.43
78.97
1961
Robert Rossen
338
Cléo from 5 to 7
81.38
91.65
80.03
79.11
1962
Agnès Varda
339
Fireworks
81.37
90.15
80.01
79.63
1997
Takeshi Kitano
340
Room
81.36
88.41
80.43
79.48
2015
Lenny Abrahamson
341
Mad Max: Fury Road
81.35
90.39
79.76
77.80
2015
George Miller
342
Steamboat Bill, Jr.
81.32
95.75
79.30
79.23
1928
Charles Reisner, Buster Keaton
343
Judgment at Nuremberg
81.31
71.58
82.24
83.03
1961
Stanley Kramer
344
The Straight Story
81.30
87.15
79.64
79.88
1999
David Lynch
345
Meshes of the Afternoon
81.29
96.25
77.91
79.99
1943
Maya Deren, Alexandr Hackenschmied
346
Alice in the Cities
81.28
86.70
79.60
80.20
1974
Wim Wenders
347
Akira
81.28
80.90
81.12
79.98
1988
Katsuhiro Otomo
348
Good Will Hunting
81.27
79.38
81.97
81.05
1997
Gus Van Sant
349
The Miracle Worker
81.25
85.15
78.88
81.55
1962
Arthur Penn
350
Talk to Her
81.25
87.48
79.33
78.71
2002
Pedro Almodóvar
351
The Graduate
81.24
85.58
78.91
79.97
1967
Mike Nichols
352
Beauty and the Beast
81.22
92.28
79.20
78.77
1991
Gary Trousdale, Kirk Wise
353
The Heiress
81.19
94.45
80.20
79.76
1949
William Wyler
354
Fantasia
81.18
93.03
76.76
79.95
1940
Samuel Armstrong, James Algar
355
Au Revoir les Enfants
81.18
94.25
80.14
78.92
1987
Louis Malle
356
Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
81.18
88.62
79.36
79.90
2017
Martin McDonagh
357
Inglourious Basterds
81.17
79.05
81.06
80.51
2009
Quentin Tarantino
358
Elevator to the Gallows
81.16
90.45
79.31
78.56
1958
Louis Malle
359
Gladiator
81.16
75.39
81.69
81.52
2000
Ridley Scott
360
Through a Glass Darkly
81.15
93.60
81.11
78.86
1961
Ingmar Bergman
361
Million Dollar Baby
81.15
87.41
77.43
80.72
2004
Clint Eastwood
362
Days of Heaven
81.15
90.75
80.19
77.08
1978
Terrence Malick
363
Do the Right Thing
81.15
90.78
80.26
77.04
1989
Spike Lee
364
Out of the Past
81.14
91.40
80.73
77.92
1947
Jacques Tourneur
365
Strangers on a Train
81.11
93.30
80.01
78.68
1951
Alfred Hitchcock
366
Blue Velvet
81.11
83.48
78.98
77.09
1986
David Lynch
367
That Obscure Object of Desire
81.09
89.40
79.59
78.11
1977
Luis Buñuel
368
What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?
81.08
80.23
80.74
80.75
1962
Robert Aldrich
369
My Night at Maud's
81.07
88.15
79.51
79.42
1969
Éric Rohmer
370
The Earrings of Madame de…
81.07
92.15
80.36
77.05
1953
Max Ophüls
371
The Conversation
81.04
89.23
80.03
77.44
1974
Francis Ford Coppola
372
The Killing
81.03
91.50
79.51
79.21
1956
Stanley Kubrick
373
The Servant
81.03
87.83
79.45
78.57
1963
Joseph Losey
374
The Intouchables
81.03
67.15
82.13
84.70
2011
Olivier Nakache, Éric Toledano
375
The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp
81.01
94.15
81.57
75.44
1943
Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger
376
Jaws
81.01
90.98
79.91
75.70
1975
Steven Spielberg
377
Winter Light
81.01
73.55
81.51
79.95
1963
Ingmar Bergman
378
Love Exposure
81.01
80.88
82.23
79.55
2008
Sion Sono
379
Hiroshima Mon Amour
81.00
92.95
80.13
77.99
1959
Alain Resnais
380
Day for Night
80.98
92.55
80.21
78.27
1973
François Truffaut
381
Ratatouille
80.97
92.73
78.72
78.68
2007
Brad Bird
382
Ghost in the Shell
80.97
81.43
79.98
81.15
1995
Mamoru Oshii
383
Germany Year Zero
80.95
92.00
77.80
80.03
1948
Roberto Rossellini
384
Spotlight
80.93
93.00
79.75
77.55
2015
Tom McCarthy
385
Die Hard
80.93
79.58
81.11
79.43
1988
John McTiernan
386
Laura
80.93
93.80
79.70
78.47
1944
Otto Preminger
387
Sleuth
80.93
89.95
79.16
80.87
1972
Joseph L. Mankiewicz
388
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
80.92
88.64
79.69
77.84
2007
Julian Schnabel
389
The Handmaiden
80.92
85.99
82.55
77.41
2016
Park Chan-wook
390
Stand by Me
80.90
80.20
81.28
79.54
1986
Rob Reiner
391
Wolf Children
80.90
80.15
80.40
81.27
2012
Mamoru Hosoda
392
Marriage Story
80.88
92.86
79.40
77.75
2019
Noam Baumbach
393
Shoeshine
80.87
93.75
79.02
79.38
1946
Vittorio De Sica
394
Freaks
80.85
84.70
77.66
80.31
1932
Tod Browning
395
Nosferatu
80.85
93.75
78.29
79.14
1922
F. W. Murnau
396
Dial M for Murder
80.84
77.60
81.17
81.31
1954
Alfred Hitchcock
397
Amour
80.81
90.90
77.74
78.19
2012
Michael Haneke
398
12 Years a Slave
80.80
94.00
79.74
76.94
2013
Steve McQueen
399
The Nightmare Before Christmas
80.77
85.38
79.26
79.69
1993
Henry Selick
400
Cabaret
80.77
84.68
77.34
80.69
1972
Bob Fosse
401
Central Station
80.77
83.28
80.91
78.52
1998
Walter Salles
402
Landscape in the Mist
80.74
71.35
80.76
80.28
1988
Theo Angelopoulos
403
1917
80.73
84.37
80.65
79.33
2019
Sam Mendes
404
Intolerance: Love's Struggle Throughout the Ages
80.71
93.98
75.69
78.01
1916
D. W. Griffith
405
Call Me by Your Name
80.71
91.25
79.43
77.87
2017
Luca Guadagnino
406
Midnight Cowboy
80.71
82.98
79.10
79.50
1969
John Schlesinger
407
Shadow of a Doubt
80.70
94.38
79.31
76.04
1943
Alfred Hitchcock
408
Interstellar
80.70
74.16
81.30
82.25
2014
Christopher Nolan
409
Hannah and Her Sisters
80.69
88.95
79.15
77.98
1986
Woody Allen
410
Monsters, Inc.
80.68
85.29
79.37
80.08
2001
Pete Docter, David Silverman
411
The Testament of Dr. Mabuse
80.65
85.85
79.40
79.38
1933
Fritz Lang
412
Downfall
80.64
83.53
81.54
78.55
2004
Oliver Hirschbiegel
413
Being There
80.64
87.30
79.42
78.06
1979
Hal Ashby
414
The Killer
80.63
92.60
79.27
78.66
1989
John Woo
415
My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown
80.63
93.23
78.13
79.15
1989
Jim Sheridan
416
Jean de Florette
80.60
88.40
80.18
79.69
1986
Claude Berri
417
The Big Lebowski
80.57
74.80
82.28
78.57
1998
Coen Brothers
418
The King's Speech
80.57
90.86
78.50
78.59
2010
Tom Hooper
419
Whisper of the Heart
80.55
79.98
80.80
80.31
1995
Yoshifumi Kondō
420
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial
80.54
93.08
77.22
77.82
1982
Steven Spielberg
421
Infernal Affairs
80.54
79.83
79.92
80.22
2002
Andrew Lau, Alan Mak
422
The Prestige
80.54
72.22
82.71
81.38
2006
Christopher Nolan
423
Our Hospitality
80.54
92.85
77.72
79.58
1923
Buster Keaton, John G. Blystone
424
Zootopia
80.53
85.22
78.84
80.18
2016
Byron Howard, Rich Moore
425
Toy Story 2
80.49
92.59
78.51
77.05
1999
John Lasseter, Ash Brannon, Lee Unkrich
426
Klaus
80.48
75.00
81.07
81.41
2019
Sergio Pablos
427
The Big Sleep
80.45
92.10
79.74
77.58
1946
Howard Hawks
428
Ford v Ferrari
80.45
83.94
79.37
80.01
2019
James Mangold
429
Dead Poets Society
80.44
78.70
79.43
80.75
1989
Peter Weir
430
The Terminator
80.43
89.08
78.26
78.13
1984
James Cameron
431
Naked
80.43
84.48
80.39
77.34
1993
Mike Leigh
432
Dangal
80.41
83.00
79.68
80.56
2016
Nitesh Tiwari
433
Kwaidan
80.40
81.80
79.75
79.42
1964
Masaki Kobayashi
434
The Man Who Would Be King
80.40
90.55
78.24
77.79
1975
John Huston
435
Wild Tales
80.38
82.57
80.48
79.22
2014
Damián Szifron
436
Groundhog Day
80.38
80.08
79.31
79.35
1993
Harold Ramis
437
Catch Me If You Can
80.38
83.44
78.74
80.57
2002
Steven Spielberg
438
I Vitelloni
80.36
90.28
77.64
78.06
1953
Federico Fellini
439
The Big Heat
80.35
92.90
79.27
77.87
1953
Fritz Lang
440
The Double Life of Véronique
80.35
82.63
80.19
77.87
1991
Krzysztof Kieślowski
441
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
80.35
82.58
80.19
78.43
1966
Mike Nichols
442
Requiem for a Dream
80.33
71.39
81.39
80.93
2000
Darren Aronofsky
443
Rope
80.33
79.20
80.31
79.30
1948
Alfred Hitchcock
444
Love and Death
80.33
89.83
77.55
78.50
1975
Woody Allen
445
The Remains of the Day
80.29
86.88
78.75
78.80
1993
James Ivory
446
Jules and Jim
80.28
93.70
78.30
77.94
1962
François Truffaut
447
The Gospel According to Matthew
80.28
88.30
76.50
78.52
1964
Pier Paolo Pasolini
448
How to Train Your Dragon
80.27
81.97
79.45
80.24
2010
Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois
449
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2
80.27
88.50
78.81
78.53
2011
David Yates
450
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
80.26
87.05
79.46
79.79
1958
Richard Brooks
451
The French Connection
80.26
93.35
78.04
76.89
1971
William Friedkin
452
Opening Night
80.25
78.05
80.50
79.25
1977
John Cassavetes
453
Hotel Rwanda
80.24
84.54
79.34
79.40
2004
Terry George
454
4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days
80.22
92.51
77.76
76.22
2007
Cristian Mungiu
455
Tampopo
80.22
92.40
81.20
77.01
1985
Juzo Itami
456
Scarface
80.22
93.50
76.43
79.55
1932
Howard Hawks, Howard Hughes
457
The Face of Another
80.21
87.50
79.61
79.34
1966
Hiroshi Teshigahara
458
The Roaring Twenties
80.21
86.20
77.79
80.68
1939
Raoul Walsh
459
Pickpocket
80.20
93.80
76.41
76.47
1959
Robert Bresson
460
Kiki's Delivery Service
80.20
85.45
79.87
78.84
1989
Hayao Miyazaki
461
A Prophet
80.19
89.61
79.53
76.14
2009
Jacques Audiard
462
Zelig
80.19
90.00
76.50
80.29
1983
Woody Allen
463
Trouble in Paradise
80.18
88.20
79.35
77.62
1932
Ernst Lubitsch
464
Gran Torino
80.17
76.27
78.57
82.36
2008
Clint Eastwood
465
Last Year at Marienbad
80.16
88.25
78.29
77.37
1961
Alain Resnais
466
All the President's Men
80.15
85.95
80.48
76.46
1976
Alan J. Pakula
467
Breaking the Waves
80.15
79.85
78.46
79.55
1996
Lars von Trier
468
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
80.14
74.28
81.44
80.57
1989
Steven Spielberg
469
Divorce Italian Style
80.12
91.00
79.28
78.26
1961
Pietro Germi
470
Edward Scissorhands
80.12
78.65
78.09
80.73
1990
Tim Burton
471
The Thing
80.12
67.98
82.60
79.34
1982
John Carpenter
472
Perfect Blue
80.11
74.05
80.91
80.09
1997
Satoshi Kon
473
Down by Law
80.10
79.03
78.98
79.61
1986
Jim Jarmusch
474
Bringing Up Baby
80.10
90.75
78.25
76.45
1938
Howard Hawks
475
The Phantom of Liberty
80.09
85.10
78.89
78.66
1974
Luis Buñuel
476
Bonnie and Clyde
80.07
85.38
78.16
78.23
1967
Arthur Penn
477
The Incredibles
80.07
89.69
79.77
75.78
2004
Brad Bird
478
Rocky
80.04
79.73
79.17
79.29
1976
John G. Avildsen
479
His Girl Friday
80.03
94.15
79.24
76.72
1940
Howard Hawks
480
Mommy
80.03
80.79
80.39
79.13
2014
Xavier Dolan
481
Mon Oncle
80.03
88.00
78.03
78.76
1958
Jacques Tati
482
My Fair Lady
79.99
91.85
77.53
78.00
1964
George Cukor
483
Charade
79.98
85.55
79.37
78.72
1963
Stanley Donen
484
Stalag 17
79.95
87.13
79.62
77.79
1953
Billy Wilder
485
Boyhood
79.95
97.08
76.08
75.95
2014
Richard Linklater
486
The Secret in Their Eyes
79.95
82.49
81.27
77.67
2009
Juan José Campanella
487
Ninotchka
79.95
90.15
77.99
78.50
1939
Ernst Lubitsch
488
Pierrot le Fou
79.94
81.75
77.84
76.65
1965
Jean-Luc Godard
489
The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser
79.94
89.10
78.30
78.27
1974
Werner Herzog
490
Stroszek
79.94
88.40
79.50
77.77
1977
Werner Herzog
491
A Hard Day's Night
79.93
93.73
76.82
77.08
1964
Richard Lester
492
Onibaba
79.90
74.75
79.42
79.96
1964
Kaneto Shindo
493
Repulsion
79.85
92.68
77.29
76.57
1965
Roman Polanski
494
Like Stars on Earth
79.85
80.50
79.54
79.86
2007
Aamir Khan, Amole Gupte
495
Duck Soup
79.84
92.33
79.01
74.92
1933
Leo McCarey
496
Carlito's Way
79.83
70.28
79.16
82.01
1993
Brian De Palma
497
Nashville
79.82
93.23
76.89
74.92
1975
Robert Altman
498
The Triplets of Belleville
79.82
88.97
76.57
78.66
2003
Sylvain Chomet
499
Dr. Mabuse the Gambler
79.81
85.10
76.88
79.98
1922
Fritz Lang
500
Gone Girl
79.79
83.03
79.32
78.87
2014
David Fincher
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