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Cary Harrison Files

Cary Harrison Files

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

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  • They’re Not Failing the System. They’re Stripping It for Parts

    They’re Not Failing the System. They’re Stripping It for Parts
    Feb 8 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.We begin where the wreckage is freshest and the intent is easiest to miss: the newly released Epstein files. Not because they reveal some occult master plan, but because they show—coldly, bureaucratically—how a system processes damage it doesn’t intend to fix.You need to know where everything happening today came from—because it didn’t come from Congress, or a party platform, or some late-night fever dream. It came from YouTube. You’ll want to pay close attention because this is the kind of cool school you can only get on the Cary Harrison files.Beginning in the early 2020s—roughly 2020 through 2022—a cluster of long-form YouTube lectures and podcasts started circulating, calmly and confidently, arguing that democracy was obsolete. Not corrupt. Not misguided. Obsolete. The world, they said, had become too complex, too fast, too dangerous for consent. What nations needed instead was order—national coordination, elite planning, and discipline without debate.They gave it a name: “American National Socialism.”Not socialism for workers. Not equality. Socialism for order. Yes, this is socialism. German war-flavored but with a very modern twist.These weren’t fringe YouTube screamers. They were hours-long presentations with neutral lighting, academic tone, and managerial ambition—treating politics as an engineering problem and citizens as variables. Democracy was reframed as noise. Rights as inefficiencies. Participation as sentimental clutter. The solution was always the same: central coordination, insulated from the public, justified by crisis.This wasn’t a single video or a lone crank. It was a networked ideology—thinkers, funders, podcasters, policy hobbyists—cross-posting, cross-referencing, and refining the pitch. Over time, the arguments hardened. The language cleaned up. The destination stayed fixed.Those videos became the template—the rehearsal space where ideas too naked for policy were normalized, softened, and stress-tested. By the time similar language showed up in politics, finance, and tech, the public had already heard it. The shock was gone. The surrender rehearsed.So when you hear calls for “coordination,” “stability,” “capacity,” and “hard choices,” understand this: you’re hearing YouTube ideas grown up, dressed for work, and walking into power.That’s the origin story.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Read the Epstein files and you don’t see urgency. You see containment. Allegations logged. Credibility quietly hedged. Corroboration requested and never pursued with vigor. The file closes not with justice, but with administrative relief. Not nothing happened—but nothing actionable will happen. That distinction is everything.Because what those files actually document is a skill the modern system has perfected: how to survive scandal without changing structure. How to absorb horror, manage liability, and keep walking. This is not failure. This is training.That’s why Epstein matters—not as myth, not as mascot, but as proof of exemption. Proof that there exists a tier where rules are optional, consequences negotiable, and bodies instrumental. Even his most grotesque, documented fascinations—his talk of heredity, “seeding,” where he would impregnate hundreds of these hostage girls to see the world with improved humans with his DNA… These ideas were never treated as alarms. Mr. Musk has already done this with a number of women. They were treated as eccentricities. As rich-man noise. Not because the ideas were harmless, but because the system had already decided who mattered.This is where the through-line becomes visible.Long before Silicon Valley, before dashboards and APIs, the same impulse wore a different uniform. Classic German eugenics didn’t begin with camps; it began with order. With classification. With the belief that society could be optimized if only the right inputs were elevated and the wrong ones managed. Compassion was inefficiency. Equality was sentiment. Order—order above all—was virtue.That ideology didn’t die. It modernized.It stopped talking about blood and started talking about data. It stopped saying purity and started saying performance. It stopped saying elimination and started saying eligibility. Same hierarchy. Cleaner language.Today it has a respectable name: technocracy.Technocracy claims politics are engineering problems. That society should be run by experts insulated from the public. That outcomes matter more than consent. Democracy, in this frame, isn’t immoral—it’s inefficient. Too loud. Too slow. Too emotional for a complex world.But here’s the pivot most people miss: technocracy does not want to fix democracy. It wants to outgrow it—and then replace it.And to do that, the old ...
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  • Does AI Think?

    Does AI Think?
    Feb 5 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.Same playbook. Bigger blast radius. Oh, you lucky, ungrateful creature—you’re alive for the single greatest invention since fire learned to file patents. Artificial Intelligence. Capital letters mandatory. Kneel accordingly. AI is the finest ideological gift ever lowered onto humanity by Our Leadership, gift-wrapped in jargon and scented with venture capital. It doesn’t merely change the world—it corrects it. It takes your messy judgment, your emotional drag coefficient, your inconvenient sense of fairness, and replaces all that with a clean, elegant answer generated in 0.3 seconds by a server farm that’s never once had a bad day or a conscience. Perfection. And if you don’t see the benefit—if you’re squinting at this miracle and wondering why it feels like your job just quietly vanished—that’s not a flaw in the system. That’s a flaw in you. Appreciation of this gift requires worthiness. A palate refined enough to taste the subtle notes of “optimization” and “efficiency” and “redeployment.”Joining us next is Danish Khan with a degree in physics—which means when he talks about systems, feedback loops, and unintended consequences, he’s not speaking in vibes. He’s speaking in laws. The kind that don’t care about branding, quarterly earnings, or Davos applause. This isn’t a futurist with a TED Talk and a ring light. This is someone trained to understand what happens when complex systems are pushed past their tolerances. Because when physics meets politics, gravity always wins.Made Possible by People Like You—Literally.Yes, AI replaces workers—but think of it not as replacement. Think of it as liberation from relevance. A graceful release from the burden of being needed. You’re no longer exploited; you’re obsolete. That’s progress with manners.Yes, AI makes decisions without understanding—but understanding is overrated. Understanding leads to doubt, and doubt slows things down. AI offers certainty without wisdom, authority without responsibility. A dream combination in Washington DC. Why argue with a machine when you can just shrug and say, “The model decided”?And yes, it talks like you. That’s the real magic. It mimics thought so convincingly that you begin to mistake fluency for intelligence, confidence for truth, output for judgment. It’s like a ventriloquist act where the dummy runs the company and the humans clap because the mouth moved.This is not a bug. This is the feature.Because once you accept that the machine knows, you no longer have to ask who’s accountable. Not the company. Not the government. Not His Imperial Kumquat and his court of Really Stable Geniuses. The algorithm did it. Case closed. Go enjoy your flexibility.And don’t worry—this isn’t dehumanization. It’s streamlining humanity. You’re still here. You’re just data-adjacent now. A user. A metric. A training set with opinions.Would you trust it to hire you? Fire you? Sentence you to irrelevance with a polite notification? Do you feel empowered—or quietly replaced and told to call it opportunity?And when a machine that’s never lived starts deciding how you should, do you bow… or do you laugh?But don’t sit there silently nodding—because silence is the one human input this system truly loves.Millions of jobs vanish? That’s not displacement. That’s reskilling opportunity.Human judgment replaced by automated decision trees? That’s not dehumanization. That’s efficiency, according to Mr. M..Whole professions vaporized before lunch? That’s not collapse. That’s innovation at scale.And if you’re uneasy—if you’re wondering why the people designing this future already have theirs secured—that’s not a red flag. That’s a you problem. Because appreciation of this ideological gift requires a certain worthiness. A faith. A willingness to be managed by software written by people who’ve never met you and don’t intend to.The shocking truth—mass disruption, widened inequality, labor hollowed out like a jack-o’-lantern in November—isn’t denied here. Oh no. It’s simply reframed as an elegant choice. A necessary shedding. A cleansing fire for the economy. Very tasteful. Very adult.So we’re going to admire the masterpiece. We’re going to applaud the future where talent is “optimized,” humans are “redeployed,” and the social contract is quietly fed into a wood chipper behind a keynote stage.And then—because satire without interrogation is just advertising—we’re going to talk to someone inside the machine. Has anyone ever bothered to actually tell you what AI is? Would it really is? How it really works? How it actually thinks? Well, with us is Danish Kahn with a PhD in physics and swimming in the undercurrents of everything. Danish Kahn, I want to welcome you to the Cary Harrison filesDanish Kahn, At the most basic level, what is ...
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  • Documentary Review on You Know Who

    Documentary Review on You Know Who
    Feb 3 2026

    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.

    It’s the documentary that has been the talk of the town and the top of the talk shows. Sure, Variety magazine is reporting that we are in the press are now forbidden to be able to see it at the Kennedy Center because a sober analysis might leak out. But, Ladies and gentlemen—no, scratch that—subjects… you can now Rise. Adjust your posture. Lower your expectations. You will not be merely watching a documentary. You are being granted an audience.

    This is about the Empress of the Ballroom— our first lady – about whom the greatest documentary has ever been made. A soon to win every possible award documentary about the most astonishing woman to glide across the scorched marble floors of human history. A woman so luminous, so immaculately aloof, that even the camera seems to apologize before rolling. Amazon didn’t buy this film. Amazon knelt. Forty million dollars for the rights, thirty-five million more to announce to the world that yes, capitalism has finally found its final form: worship with a streaming interface.

    The visuals? Regal. The lighting? Vatican-level reverence. The pacing? Slower than time itself, because when a goddess moves, the universe waits. This isn’t propaganda—it’s devotion, filmed in couture focus, narrated in hushed tones usually reserved for relics and unexploded ordnance.

    Now, you may have heard rumors—ugly, jealous rumors—that two-thirds of the crew declined to be listed in the credits. Let us correct the record with elegance.

    They didn’t refuse.

    They withdrew in humility.

    Made Possible by People Like You—Literally.

    Because how does a mere mortal—some grip named Steve, some camera op with opinions—justify placing their ink-smudged name next to a being of such poise, such marble stillness, such metaphysical detachment? To appear in the credits would have been presumptuous. Arrogant. Like autographing the Sistine Chapel because you held the ladder.

    This was not a protest. It was a monastic vow of silence.

    Yes, the First Lady exercised executive control. Of course she did. You don’t ask a Michelangelo to crowdsource the ceiling. Final cut wasn’t “control”—it was curation. Truth, refined. Reality, edited for posture. History, but with better cheekbones.

    And the director—ah yes, the director. A controversial figure, they say. A man with a past. But what is controversy if not proof that an artist once mattered too much? Redemption arcs are biblical, darling. This wasn’t a liability; it was texture. Shadows exist only to make the subject glow brighter.

    Every so-called “problem” with this film—the secrecy, the withdrawals, the silence, the air of quiet terror—has been tragically misunderstood. These were not red flags. They were awe. The kind that empties rooms. The kind that makes professionals stare at their résumés and whisper, I am not ready.

    So when the credits roll—and they will roll faster than you expect—notice the absence. Feel it. That emptiness isn’t scandal.

    It’s reverence.

    This is not a documentary. It’s a coronation reel. A cinematic genuflection. Proof that when history finally stops talking and just looks… she’s already gone—leaving behind perfect framing, immaculate silence, and a country still trying to decide whether it watched a film or witnessed a visitation.

    Two hours of immaculate lighting, selective memory, and a budget so large it could’ve fed a mid-sized democracy. (most documentaries cost about 80,000, not 60 million). This cinematic miracle is Power, polished until it squeaks. Reality, upholstered. History, rewritten by people who bill by the minute and sleep like angels. It’s a beta test. A dress rehearsal for the future. A master class in how narrative replaces accountability, how wealth curates truth, and how the camera becomes a moral laundering device.

    Made Possible by People Like You—Literally.

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