The real Q is a woman, British chief spy reveals
Sir Alex Younger, speaking at Women in IT Awards, says James Bond films give MI6 a global profile – but their stereotypes are not entirely accurate
By Ewen MacAskill

Although she was not identified by name, MI6’s head of operational technology is a woman. This news came as part of a keynote speech that MI6’s chief, Alex Younger, gave to a group of women in technology, encouraging them to join the agency:

“If any of you would like to join us … the real-life Q is looking forward to meeting you and I’m pleased to report that the real-life Q is a woman.”
The great British Brexit robbery: how our democracy was hijacked
A shadowy operation involving big data, billionaire friends of Trump and the disparate forces of the Leave campaign heavily influenced the result of the EU referendum. Is our electoral process still fit for purpose?
By Carole Cadwalladr


It took me days to get time together to read this whole thing, but I have finally done it.

This is it. This is the one article you need to read to understand just what is going on in Britain, America, and Russia.

This is the one piece of writing you need and can use to reference the very chilling reality that these countries have been tied together in the machinations  of just a few billionaires, and how Facebook and Google tie in insidiouslyi.

I keep telling y’all to stop fucking with facebook but that’s moot now. It’s so much bigger than this.

“Was that really what you called it, I ask him. Psychological warfare? “Totally. That’s what it is. Psyops. Psychological operations – the same methods the military use to effect mass sentiment change. It’s what they mean by winning ‘hearts and minds’. We were just doing it to win elections in the kind of developing countries that don’t have many rules.”Why would anyone want to intern with a psychological warfare firm, I ask him. And he looks at me like I am mad. “It was like working for MI6. Only it’s MI6 for hire. It was very posh, very English, run by an old Etonian and you got to do some really cool things. Fly all over the world. You were working with the president of Kenya or Ghana or wherever. It’s not like election campaigns in the west. You got to do all sorts of crazy shit.”“

This is not just a story about social psychology and data analytics.

 It has to be understood in terms of a military contractor using military strategies on a civilian population. 

Us. David Miller, a professor of sociology at Bath University and an authority in psyops and propaganda, says it is “an extraordinary scandal that this should be anywhere near a democracy. It should be clear to voters where information is coming from, and if it’s not transparent or open where it’s coming from, it raises the question of whether we are actually living in a democracy or not.”

“And it was Facebook that made it possible. It was from Facebook that Cambridge Analytica obtained its vast dataset in the first place. Earlier, psychologists at Cambridge University harvested Facebook data (legally) for research purposes and published pioneering peer-reviewed work about determining personality traits, political partisanship, sexuality and much more from people’s Facebook “likes”. And SCL/Cambridge Analytica contracted a scientist at the university, Dr Aleksandr Kogan, to harvest new Facebook data. And he did so by paying people to take a personality quiz which also allowed not just their own Facebook profiles to be harvested, but also those of their friends – a process then allowed by the social network.”

Read this. Read the entire thing. It will take you a while and it’s a lot to digest but you need to know.

Signal boost.

@sunderlorn we’re finally completely united in propaganda, isn’t that nice!?

libbyangelofthelord  asked:

What if mycroft had a daughter and she was a top agent in MI6 and she ends up in a situation where she has to die to save the day and maybe the others like Greg, John and Sherlock are in the room during the last words they exchanged with one another like I love yous.

John could not help hold back his tears as he watched Mycroft say his last goodbye’s to his only daughter Cassandra from behind the aquarium like glass.

It had been a case where Sherlock needed MI6 agents to help him take down a faction of Jim’s old web and Cassandra, a newly minted agent wanting to prove herself eagerly applied to help.

She had studied what had probably been her whole young life just to be a ‘Bond’ agent for the crown. It had been everything Cassie ever wanted to talk about as a young girl.

Cassandra was determined that she would be an MI6 agent. She tirelessly trained for it, harassed Sherlock for gadgets (to which he sometimes supplied), harassed her father for information and begged Greg to get in some training with the yard to beef up her resume.

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Cassandra cried brokenly from the other side of the glass. Her hand pressed hard against where Mycroft’s hand was placed, “ I thought I could do it but I was wrong and you were right. Dad, please forgive me.”

Mycroft of course was set against this from the start not because she was a girl but because Cassie was his baby girl.
“You needn’t start on such perilous missions in your first go,” Mycroft had urged her when Cassie expressed interest in their case, “stick with some safe ones to get your grounding.”

Cassie of course didn’t listen and now she was stuck behind a glass wall where a timed radiation bomb was set to go off. The glass room had been sealed but at a great cost. For to get it secure so that way the surrounding 50 mile radius wouldn’t be infected it had to be closed from both sides.

Sherlock had offered to be the one to close it from the other side, Greg had argued that he had to and John was so busy trying to keep them both from doing something stupid that he didn’t realize that Cassie had snuck by him to close it from the inside.

Cassandra,” Mycroft uttered her name with such sentiment that John was sure that he was about to break down crying at any second and pressed his forehead closer to his crying daughter,“ This is not you fault but mine. I should have pushed you away from this more-if anything I failed you.”

The worst part is that they couldn’t open the door to even save Cassie’s life now that it was sealed. No amount of hacking from Sherlock or kicking from Greg was going to open that door to save her from the radiation poisoning. 

Cassandra Violet Marie Holmes was going to die in a most painful manner before their very eyes and there was nothing they could do about it.

“Dad…dad I’m sacred!” Cassie cries as the numbers on the bomb are getting closer to single digits.

“So am I Cassie, please, stay with me. Look at me and not the bomb,” Mycroft begs her hoping to see her face one more time and see it not painted in fear.

Cassandra is hysterical now as the numbers are going into the final ten and even Sherlock has stopped trying to break into the room in order to stare at his niece with Greg.

There’s nothing they can do.

Mycroft is crying just as poorly as Cassie as the bomb hits zero and sobs even harder as the radiation starts to kill her slowly. How her skin is starting to yellow, her eyes turning red, and how she struggles to breath until she becomes silent. 

It becomes to much to bear as Mycroft falls to the ground beside the dying corpse of his daughter bellowing unashamedly.

No one says a thing.

Sherlock doesn’t make any snide remarks, John doesn’t try to offer any condolences, and Greg just punches the wall with tears streaming down his face. 

The only noise that’s in the room is Mycroft crying over the dead body of his daughter behind the glass.