Sunday, May 21, 2017

AMERICAN NAZIS ANTSY AS INVESTIGATIONS GROW


"You ain't going to impeach nobody. Try it and we will lynch all of you."
Days after calling for impeachment proceedings against President Donald Trump, Congressman Al Green says his office has received racist and threatening messages
WWW.MYNBC5.COM
 
HOUSTON 

During a town hall meeting Saturday, Congressman Al Green played recordings of threatening voicemail messages left for him after he demanded the impeachment of President Donald Trump on the House floor earlier this week.
 
 
Congressman calls for Trump's impeachment on House floor

"You'll be hanging from a tree," one caller said.
 
The calls use graphic racial slurs, some calling Green the n-word. "You ain't going to impeach nobody. Try it and we will lynch all of you," the caller said.
 
On Wednesday, the Houston Democrat became the first member of Congress to call for Trump's impeachment from the House floor. The congressman said the firing of FBI Director James Comey was one of the reasons.
 
"It does not deter us," Green said of the threats. "We are not going to be intimidated. We are not going to allow this to cause us to deviate from what we believe to be the right thing to do and that is to proceed with the impeachment of President Trump."
 
At the town hall held at Fountain Life Center in southwest Houston, a group of about 100 people gathered to hear from the congressman. Police officers milled around the building, providing high security, and participants were checked by security officials holding wands before entering the meeting.
 
Green has received threatening messages from callers at his offices in Houston and Washington, said Camille Scott, a spokeswoman for him.
 
He said he wanted his constituents to be aware of the hateful calls he received.
 
"When a person talks about lynching you, we think that's a pretty serious threat," he said.

mynbc5.com.

NAZIS – DAVID DUKE APPLAUDS TRUMP.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

EVERYTHING OF FLESH AND BLOOD HAS FEELINGS


WWW.MYNBC5.COM

MONTREAL YOGA GURU DAWN MCSWEENEY IS A THIEF


DAWN MCSWEENEY STOLE PERSONAL TREASURES AND DESTROYED OUR FAMILY 
Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" stole all my best jewellery, but she also stole personal treasures.
 
My grandmother, Dora, died before Dawn's mother, Debbie was born. Dawn and Debbie never knew my grandmother. Yet they stole every photograph of our grandparents and all the family photographs from our childhood - including the portrait of my grandmother shown above - so that we who knew them could not have them..
 
Yes, Dawn McSweeney is greedy. But she is also cruel. Not only did she steal all my valuables and my father's life's savings and the family home, she also stole things that have no monetary value but are precious beyond words to me - including Cliff's trademark Stetson fedora, his deputy sheriff's badge, our wedding portrait and a studio portrait of Cliff and me taken while he was recording his album, "Mr. Nostalgia, Cliff Carter" for RCA Records and CTV's Thrill of a Lifetime.
 
I am offering a $5,000. reward for the arrest and conviction of Dawn McSweeney and the return of everything she stole from me and from my siblings and their children who were named in my parents' own wills.
 
A stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made a new will in my mother's name when she was about 92 years old, two years before her death in 2007. He made himself the liquidator of my parents' estate and removed all the children and grandchildren from my parents' own wills. Prud'homme made Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney the sole heirs of my father's estate. But the Montreal Police still refuse to take any action against these criminals or to make any attempt to recover what they stole.
 
Member of Canada's Parliament, Marlene Jennings, stated at two public meetings in Montreal in 2008 - "MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES", but no one is taking any action to honour my rights, or the rights of my siblings or their children.
 
Montreal Police told me, crime victims have no rights. Only the accused have rights. Since a Montreal Police officer was involved in the initial robbery, everyone says, "This is not in my jurisdiction." And so I fight on day and night without ceasing.
 
If there is one lawyer in Quebec who loves justice more than he loves money, I ask him to contact me. Once all our valuables are returned, I will be happy to pay a generous fee for his good work. I am not interested in money. I want only what is my own, and I want what belongs to the family to be returned to them. As one of my father's heirs, I am entitled to my share. I will gladly share that in return for justice.

THE CRIMES OF DAWN MCSWEENEY AND THE MONTREAL POLICE

EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A VERDICT
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.ca/2014/03/evidence-that-demands-verdict-summary_11.html.

NO SERIOUS PUNISHMENT FOR ABUSING THE INNOCENT


Aurora Rodriguez Sanchez 
DIFUNDIR!!

El personajes que aparece en esta foto, HA MATADO A SU PERRO CON SUS PROPIAS MANOS, en la ciudad de Linares, este pasado fin de semana. los vecinos, ...


Spread this information.

The character that appears in this photo killed his dog with his own hands in the city of Linares this past weekend. The neighbors, did nothing. 

You could hear for hours the punches, cries and moans of the poor animal, until this man without a soul decided to end the life of the puppy by throwing him from the balcony of his house. 

The animal stayed on the ground in agony until his death. 

The most amazing thing about this is that the penalty imposed by the judge has been used to pay for the incineration of the poor animal. 

Share this report. I'm asking everyone to face the abuse. 

http://www.diariojaen.es/movil/linares/detenido-un-hombre-en-linares-por-matar-a-un-perro-a-palos-EK2826723.

Note: those who abuse animals would be just as happy to abuse children, but the punishment might be more serious.

COMPLAINTS - JEWISH GENERAL HOSPITAL



May 20, 2017.

I finally received a reply from the Jewish General Hospital concerning the security guard. It is a letter dated April 28, 2017 and signed Maude Laliberte, pht MSc phD (c).

It is a long letter that reads like any lawyer's letter. It all amounts to this - "We didn't do anything wrong." The legalese makes it sound like they did a thorough investigation and they really care, but the conclusion is always the same. The hospital did nothing wrong.

Even when Dr. Jerome Stasiak * almost killed me, the hospital defended him.

In conclusion, if you are abused at the Jewish General Hospital, do not expect justice. The hospital is an institution. Its primary interest is to defend the corporation. The doctors, nurses and other workers may work their hearts out to try to help and to heal, but the government of the hospital is about business, and they will always, in very diplomatic lingo, blame the person who complains.

HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL - THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY


The first time I said "No" to my niece Dawn, the toddler cried. My sister, Debbie, forbid me to speak another word. "We do not say 'No' to Dawn. Ever!". When I heard Dawn - then a young teenager - spitting vile insults at her parents, I protested. Debbie accused me of being "old fashioned" and she and Dawn's father, Ed, warned me to mind my own business.

In her early teens, Dawn knocked her father flat on the floor. And in 1992, Dawn struck another teenager with an iron bar. I was visiting when Dawn returned home after using the iron fence post to hit a school mate. She came into the house dancing! Celebrating! She was elated. She boasted about what she had done - blow by blow ! She had set out to get him and she did. Her parents approved ! Dawn had the right to express her feelings and the boy surely got what he deserved. I protested. I was told that if I said anything more, I would no longer be welcome.

In 1993, I was diagnosed with cancer. In 1994, I was baptized. That infuriated Dawn! Widowed and ill, I went to live with my own parents in Montreal. 

In 1995, I caught Dawn's boyfriend of the day standing in my room surrounded by my boxes and cases which I had stored there for years. I felt threatened, but I assumed an easy manner, and asked why he was there. "Dawn told me to wait here for her." he said. "Please go downstairs to the living room and wait there with my mother," I said. "I don't blame you, but it isn't right for you to be in my room."

In an instant, Dawn bolted from the adjacent bathroom in a flying rage and began cursing. I didn't see her face. I only saw her mouth moving. I didn't hear her words. They cut right through me. They were not information: They were something else - Fathomless hatred. Blades wet with venom. A dark, life-consuming whirlwind. Electricity! I was left standing - rigid, empty and breathless - like Lot's wife!

At the beginning of October, 1996, Dawn suddenly moved into my parents' home where I had been living for two years while undergoing treatment for breast cancer. Dawn and her boyfriend - known only as "Alex" - moved into the bedroom adjacent to mine on the second floor of the cottage. My mother said we were not supposed to know Alex's real name because he was in hiding from his family who were furious that he had given up his religion to be with Dawn. My mother said she loved him for doing that.

Upon their arrival, Dawn started removing my clothes from hangars and dropping them on the floor, replacing them with her own clothes. She put my toiletries on the floor and replaced them with her own. Dawn and Alex slept on a pile of camping gear and blankets on the floor. Suddenly, the house was rocking with blasting music! I was scared.

But the worst part was that the new tenants were smoking something in their room that made me nauseous. No one else smoked in the house. I was terrified of fire. I put a battery into the smoke alarm in the hall and slept in my clothes for the next few days. It was an alarming few days.

On October 5, 1996, fearing that Dawn would pilfer, I made a new and detailed inventory of all my belongings in my bedroom and in the room next to it where all my boxes and valuables were stored - many since the 1980's. "The safest place in the world, " my parents' home - I believed.

On October 7, 1996, I was suddenly attacked and robbed of everything of value that I had, everything I had worked for all my life, every cherished thing left to me by my husband. Struggling to hold onto the phone, I managed to call 911.

The police I expected to rescue me - helped the thief instead !

The police officer warned me - in front of my assailant - that I must leave the house and never return. I was not allowed to take any of my belongings with me - except my purse, my bible, and a small cloth bag that contained a clean pair of shoes that I had planned to wear in church that day. 

Everything I owned was left in the house with the thieves. The policeman removed me from the house, physically by my arm. I was in shock - rigid, trembling, breathless !

The police left me alone in the street, cold, homeless and destitute, without as much as a coat. Everything I owned was left in the hands of Dawn McSweeney along with the lives and property of my aged parents.

To this day, the police have failed to make any serious attempt to recover my stolen belongings and Dawn and her associates are still free to enjoy the benefits of my precious belongings with impunity.

In the summer of 2007, I discovered Dawn McSweeney's blogspot on the Internet: It reads:

Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits. 
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome. 
http://graspingatintangibles.blogspot.com/

IN MONTREAL, CRIME PAYS !

The police cannot say "No" to Dawn. They say they are bound by laws that protect criminals. They have told me that, as a victim, I have no rights.

Debbie's lawyer threatened me with a law suit if I persisted in telling people what Dawn did. When I phoned the lawyer and said I would be so happy to have the case heard in a court of law, he blurted out an expletive and slammed down his receiver. I never heard from him again.

Dawn stole everything I had. I have nothing left worth stealing. Furthermore, telling the truth is not a crime, it is a command: "Expose the deeds of darkness" ( Ephesians 5:11).

Am I afraid? Of course I am. You may want to hear about what Debbie and Dawn and their "Partners in Crime" did to me in June, 2007.

See THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION - The Suburban, September 5, 2007, and CONDEMNED IN FOUR MINUTES - (IN ABSENTIA) - September 12, 2007. 

You can also read the hate mail Alex Lavergne sent me immediately following my mother's death in June, 2007. in an attempt to intimidate, discredit and silence me. You will find these articles published at PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL.

This is a case of grand larceny aided and abetted by Montreal Police officers.

If I have accused Dawn McSweeney falsely through all these years, why hasn't she sued me? I am eager to go to court.

Montreal Police detectives told me in March 1997, that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refused to take the police polygraph test on advice of counsel. Why ?

I have volunteered to take the test more than once. The police refused my offer, saying that they believe me. But they don't act.

I AM DEMANDING ONLY WHAT IS MY OWN. 
I AM DEMANDING JUSTICE ! 
I WILL NOT SETTLE FOR LESS
.

A Montreal Police officer helped the thief to rob me of everything I worked for all my life, every precious thing left to me by my darling husband. Since then, the Montreal Police continue to refuse to investigate these crimes. The cover-up continues to this day.

The Montreal Police took me out of my home and left all my belongings and the lives of my aged parents in the hands of the thief. Once I was out of the house, the thief and her "partners in crime" had months to search through all my belongings at their leisure and take everything they wanted. And they did.

The "partners in crime" kept my mother in total isolation for almost a decade. No one was allowed to see her or speak to her from October 7, 1996 to her death in the Summer of 2007. We learned after her death that, in 2005, that a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made a will in my mother's name - when she was 92 years old and handicapped mentally and physically. The only people who benefited from this bizarre will were Dawn McSweeney, Debbie McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme. They took everything my father had worked for all his life - his house and all his money - and everything that belonged to me and to my siblings and to their children who were all named specifically in my parents' own wills.

This could not have happened if I had not been removed from the house by the Montreal Police - if the Montreal Police had proceeded in a lawful and ethical manner.

What is really behind the police cover-up? Incompetence? Corruption?
I continue to pursue this case day and night, telling the world about these crimes that have been aided and abetted by the Montreal Police.

All the details at - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

THE CRIMES OF DAWN MCSWEENEY AND THE MONTREAL POLICE
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.ca/…/dawn-mcsweeney-t…
NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE.

THE CRIMES OF DAWN MCSWEENEY AND THE MONTREAL POLICE


I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
 
While I was being attached, I managed to call 911.
 
The Montreal Police I hoped would rescue me, came  - 
and they helped the thief instead. 
 
The police officer took me by my arm and took me out of  my home, leaving all my life's most precious belongings in the hands of my then teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
 
There was no legal procedure, no warning, no explanation, no discussion, no justification. The officer "helped" me out into the street - physically - and warned me in front of my assailant that I must never return to the house for any reason. I was not allowed to take anything with me except my purse, my bible and a pair of shoes I had intended to wear in church just before I was attacked.
 
The police left me alone on the street in front of my home without as much as a coat, and just drove away. And I soon learned, they never filed a police report.
 
All my life's most precious valuables - and the lives and property of my aged parents -were left in the hands of Dawn McSweeney and her boyfriend of the day, Alex Lavergne.
 
I have been begging for the return of my belongings since that day. I reported the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes to the Montreal Police, Quebec's Provincial Police, the R.C.M.P., members of governments of Montreal, Quebec and Ottawa, so-called "human rights" organizations, and finally, the media, day and night, month after month, year after year, with no help. My life was drained out of me. I am fighting cancer day and night while I fight for justice.
 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament,
and Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner,
stated at two public meetings in Montreal in 2008,
 
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
But no one would help me. No one in authority that is. I survived with the help of precious friends.
 
After I was left in the street by the Montreal Police officers, I spent the next two or three days living in my old Pontiac, parking in the street near the hospital at night because I could use the bathroom there. It was October in Montreal. The leaves were beginning to turn and the nights were very cold. I ran the car heater sparingly. I warmed up in the hospital emergency waiting room.
 
My friend, Carolyn, a devout Christian, could not bear to see me living in my car and in the street. She insisted I come to her home. Carolyn gave me food, shelter, some clothing - and loving reassurance.
 
After two weeks, I found a small apartment. I had just a little money in the bank. I was living on welfare.
 
Dawn McSweeney had my life - my most precious valuables and personal treasures, the gifts and memories of a lifetime, my home and my family.
 
Dawn McSweeney moved into our home at the beginning of October, 1996, and within one week, she had possession of my life. She moved into my parents' home and made herself queen. 
 
Dawn had always been jealous of the love and respect my father had for me. Pop was my teacher, my mentor, my companion. Since I was little, he would take me on long walks and talked to me about all sorts of things - science, politics, opera, the world - and the universe. He took me to book stores and to the movies. As far as I can remember, my mother always stayed home, She was a loving mother, but a hermit.
 
The police gave Dawn McSweeney everything she ever wanted  - and more than she could have hoped for. I knew she would pilfer because I knew her since she was born and I knew her character, but the Montreal Police gave her everything I had worked for all my life  and more.
 
 
I appealed to the Montreal Police at the Mariette street station for help. They promised everything would be alright. Everything would be returned to me if I was just "patient."
 
Within one or two days following the attack and robbery, I phoned my Prudential Insurance agent, Brian Thornily, from the pay phone in the Fraser-Hickson Library and pleaded with him, to start an investigation. He didn't.
 
Later, an agent from Prudential came to my apartment and told me Prudential would not investigate and the case was closed. 
 
I had paid premiums to Prudential Insurance - "The Rock of Gibralter" - through the Thorniley Agency of Pointe Claire, Quebec - for thirty years. But they dropped me like a hot potato because, the Prudential agent said,
 
"The Montreal Police did not file a report on time.".
 
When my darling husband, Cliff Carter died in 1992, I was grief stricken and completely burned out. After three months, I started looking for work - without success. Everyone said I was "overqualified." That meant I was over thirty years of age and this is Quebec. I was Carter, not Cartier. So friends urged me to come to Ontario.
 
December, 1992. I put my furniture, household items, books, files, photographs and almost all my clothing into storage and, on New Year's Eve, at exactly midnight, I crossed the border into Ontario in my wonderful old Pontiac, with the clothes on my back, some toiletries, and my Siamese cat, Amethyst. 
 
All my most precious valuables were stored in my parents' home on Prince of Wales, where I grew up. I had stored valuables there since the 1980's, because the apartments I shared with Cliff were not very large and the landlords were really wicked - and they always had the keys.
 
I struggled to get the Montreal Police to investigate and recover my precious belongings from my home. They found endless ways to stall, to delay, to avoid helping me.
 
In 2000, I started publishing VICTIMS' VOICES - a newsletter designed to help crime victims. I wrote detailed reports of the crimes of Dawn McSweeney. I rented a post office box, made photo copies and developed a mailing list of members of governments, community organizations, human rights organizations and the media. I published VICTIMS' VOICES and mailed it for years - to no avail.
 
After years of being ignored by the Montreal Police and members of governments in Montreal, Quebec and Ottawa, I was finally able to buy a computer and, in time, I started my blogs, PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL and DAWN MCSWEENEY, THE YOGA GURU THIEF.
 
More than 400,000 people around the world, from Montreal to Moscow, have now read my reports, but the Montreal Police still refuse to take any legal action against the thief, Dawn McSweeney and her accomplices.
 
Remember, it was the Montreal Police who helped Dawn McSweeney rob me and turned over all my belongings, and the lives of my aged parents, to the thief.
 
When I moved into my little apartment, it was bare except for the basic kitchen appliances and the wall to wall carpet. Friends provided a few dishes, a pot, a pan, some gently worn clothes, toilet articles, a blanket, some sheets, some food, a small black and white TV. I made curtains by hand out of bed sheets. 
 
My minister helped. Sales in the church basement provided utensils and clothing, books, and things you never think of until you don't have them - including a willing ear, encouragement, occasionally a $20.00 bill I never asked for - and friendship. But no help to recover every precious thing Dawn McSweeney stole.
 
For several years, I slept on a plastic foam mat on the floor. About eight years ago, I brought my furniture and books and files and clothing out of storage. I had to give most of my furniture to charity because I had no space. But I rescued my wonderful sofa and I have slept on that all these years.
 
I have no bed. I don't want a bed. My darling husband died twenty-five years ago and a bed can be a very sad and lonely place without the person you love.
 
And so, every day and every night, I write my blogs, appealing to thousands of people all over the world to help me recover everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me, and from my parents, and from my siblings, and from their children - with the help of the Montreal Police and the irresponsibility of politicians and so-called "human rights" organizations.
 
All the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes are open to the world at 

EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A VERDICT
 
Since the Montreal Police and politicians at all levels of government refuse to take legal action, I am seeking a bounty hunter to recover all my precious belongings and return my father's property and life's savings to the heirs he designated specifically in his own will, I am offering a $5,000. reward.
 
If anything I have said or published through all these years is less than the absolute truth, why has no one sued me? I am eager to have this case heard in criminal court.
 
Sue me, please !

TRUDEAU MUST GO


IT'S TIME FOR TRUE LIBERALS TO START LOOKING FOR A NEW LEADER. THIS LACKEY OF THE OIL COMPANIES MUST GO ON TO ANOTHER FIELD OF ACTIVITIES - MODELLING, PERHAPS.

Trudeau says he'll work with provinces on Trans Mountain pipeline expansionPrime Minister Justin Trudeau says he'll work with British Columbia and Alberta to move ahead with his government's agenda of creating jobs …
REGINA.CTVNEWS.CA

Thursday, May 18, 2017

JOURNALISTS BEING MURDERED IN MEXICO


https://www.democracynow.org/2017/5/18/anabel_hernandez_on_the_death_of javier

TORONTO, CANADA - MUSLIMS CALL FOR THE MURDER OF JEWS

TKM News

CANADA: TORONTO - Muslims calling for "intifada" against Israel and Jews yesterday.
Intifada is Palestinian terrorism. Intifada is murder of Israeli men, women and children by savage Palestinian terrorists. Intifada is Palestinian terrorists stabbing Jewish girls in their sleep. Intifada is Palestinian terrorists killing toddlers by ramming into pedestrians on the street. Intifada is Palestinian terrorists blowing up restaurants, shopping malls and buses packed with children.
This is the real face of Islamic Jew hatred in the streets of Canada.

THE BEAUTY OF AFRICA


https://www.facebook.com/ohmamaafrica/videos/1897983470415494/?hc_ref=NEWSFEED.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

A PICTURE IS WORTH MORE THAN ANY WORDS FROM TRUMP'S MOUTH








MYNBC5.COM
LOOK AT THE GLEE ON TRUMP'S FACE. 
LOOK AT HOW TIGHTLY HE GRIPS THE RUSSIAN'S HAND.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

REMEMBERING A KIND MAN, BEN "SPEED" SPIEGELMAN

This isn't the first time Montreal has faced major flooding.
More than 100 millimetres of rain fell in less than three hours during a rain storm on July 14, 1987. The Décarie Expressway and many other roadways were flooded.
MONTREALGAZETTE.COM
Phyllis Carter
Phyllis Carter - 

MY FATHER'S COUSIN, BEN SPIEGELMAN, DIED IN THAT FLOOD.

BECAUSE OF THE BAD WEATHER, HE DECIDED TO TAKE HIS EMPLOYEES HOME. HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY, DOWN INTO THE DECARIE EXPRESSWAY, IN ORDER TO GET TO THEIR HOME. HIS CAR WAS CAUGHT IN THE FLOOD.

BEN'S EMPLOYEES WERE RESCUED, BUT HE SUFFERED A HEART ATTACK AND DIED.

IRONICALLY, BEN - KNOWN AS "SPEED" - WAS A CHAMPION SWIMMER WHEN HE WAS YOUNG. HE WAS A LOVELY PERSON.

SUCH A TRAGEDY.

WHOSE BABY ARE YOU EATING TODAY?


Luigi V Temporin
SONNTAG nicht vergessen, es ist MUTTERTAG.
Alle Frauen können sie sich ein paar gedanken machen ob sie kinder lieben........aber nicht mit den kadaver eines kindes auf den teller. 
ALLE TIERE DIE WIR MENSCHEN FRESSEN SIND NOCH IM KINDERALTER ..........ALLEN !!!!!
Sunday. Don't forget, it's mother's day.
All Women, you can make a couple of thoughts if you love children........ but not with the carcass of a child on the plate.

Friday, May 12, 2017

YOU WILL BE TERRIFIED


IF YOU STOP TO REALLY THINK, YOU WILL BE TERRIFIED -

NOT ONLY OF ISIS AND DONALD TRUMP.

YOU WILL REALIZE HOW VERY TINY AND HELPLESS WE ALL ARE, SPINNING AROUND IN SPACE,

AND HOW THE EXISTENCE OF A SINGLE FLOWER IS A MIRACLE.


Rumi Hugs with Yemezzade Serhat.
True wisdom means respecting the simple things we do, 
for they can take us where we need to go.
Paulo Coelho 

CHINA HELPS AFGHANISTAN PRODUCE MORE OPIUM


Khogyani District of Nangarhar province - April 29, 2013.

A problem that Afghanistan and international governments have tried to eradicate for decades is only getting worse, and China is a big reason why.

Last week, Afghanistan released new data showing opium production is surging, information that dovetailed with a widely circulated 2016 United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC) report that showed similar findings. The primary problem is a new strain of genetically modified seed that comes from China, which allows poppies to be grown year round. The so-called Chinese seeds began appearing in 2015, according to the UNODC, leading to a massive 43 percent surge in production last year.
 
According to a separate report from the Institute for War and Peace Reporting, the growth cycle of opium in Afghanistan is now around two months, when it used to take three times as long to grow the crop and process it into heroin. That means heroin can now be cultivated on a year-round basis, the report noted.
 
"We are aware of the new seed in town," Afghan government spokesperson Javid Faisal told CNBC in an interview. The war-torn country is working to gather more information about the new opium seed, and the government is in "search to find ways to avoid its traffic," Faisal added.
 
Although the plants are farmed legally for pharmaceutical purposes in China, the appearance across the border in Afghanistan has exacerbated a long-running headache for Afghan officials. For years, the country and international organizations have struggled to contain the ceaseless cultivation and multi-billion dollar sales of opium, widely considered to be Afghanistan's biggest source of economic activity.
 
The Afghan government said most of the opiate produced within the country is being sold in the global drug market, with Russia and Pakistan absorbing much of those exports. Europe is also a prime destination, as is North America. More than 47,000 people died from prescription and illegal opioids overdoses last year, according to the CDC report.
 
 
In 2007, UNODC data estimated the Afghan export value of opiates to be around $4 billion. Ten years later, that number has only gone up as the Taliban continue to use opiate revenue to fuel its insurgency against the Afghan government and NATO forces.
 
Faisal told CNBC that Taliban forces "cultivate themselves" with the opium, and that a whopping 90 percent of poppy fields are "in the areas which are under the Taliban control. They get a tenth of the opium produced in Afghanistan."
 
The opium problem has mushroomed despite the U.S.'s best efforts to eradicate poppy crops. In a January report, the Pentagon's Special Inspector General for Afghanistan Reconstruction (SIGAR), the U.S. oversight agency for Afghan reconstruction efforts, said the U.S. has committed more than $8.5 billion to counter-narcotics efforts in Afghanistan. Still, Afghanistan remains the world's top opium producer.
 
Pentagon representatives declined to comment to CNBC about the rise of the new Chinese seed.
 
The Afghan opium trade remains a key source of funding for the Taliban, which is also benefiting from an influx of money from Saudi Arabia. The conundrum is unlikely to be resolved in the foreseeable future, as Taliban forces recently gained a key district in Helmand — a major hub for poppy production — ahead of the plant's peak season.
 
"We once again ask our international partners to close the international [opium] market" said Afghan government spokesperson to CNBC. The opium problem in Afghanistan is a global concern.

cnbc.com