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Sat, 03/05/2025 - 04:27

According to an explosive Dutch media report, a former Bellingcat researcher who led investigations into the MH17 disaster and child abuse turns out to have been a sex abuser of children – including his own daughter. He killed himself after being sentenced to prison. A prominent former Bellingcat reporter committed suicide after being convicted for sexually abusing his daughter in March 2022, according to a new report by independent Dutch journalist Eric Van De Beek. Operating behind the pseudonym “Daniel […]

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Fri, 02/05/2025 - 23:01


“That question, ‘Who am I?,’ or, more acutely,
‘Who the hell am I?,’ is the basis of everything.”

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I am racing the rain in the back of a London cab with Mr. Delroy Lindo. I was advised by a well-traveled friend to trust only this as a means of conveyance—the pug-nosed solidity of the classic black taxi, the encyclopedic patter of drivers versed in every alleyway and heath. We jounce over cobblestones, heading out of St. Pancras station toward the Young Vic theater on the South Bank. Mr. Lindo has agreed to answer what questions he can in the little time we have.

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Fri, 02/05/2025 - 22:00

The big 4-0. It was supposed to be a moment of reflection. A time to consider what the next chapter of life will hold.

But that morning of my fortieth birthday, something was different.

I awoke to a sharp, unsettling sensation, as though something in the universe had shifted and my very DNA had been altered. The low, almost imperceptible hum of a Fender Rhodes electric piano reverberated through my bones. The room was the same, but something felt… wrong. Almost…sinister.

I grabbed my phone, half-conscious, still trying to shake off sleep, when I saw it. The screen lit up like a portal to something foreign yet familiar. A doorway into a world of adult-oriented rock.

It was Steely Dan. Their entire discography. Every album, every track, downloaded without my consent. As if it had materialized overnight, as if it had come for me.

“I’m not a Steely Dan fan,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “I’m a 2000s indie kid. I like the Strokes, and… some more recent bands I can’t name at the moment. I’m not some middle-aged dad.” Granted, I literally am forty and have kids, but you know what I mean.