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BLACKLIST
Cynthia M. Rouse
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People think none of this can happen. That it's not possible to be this dirty, this corrupt or this criminal and get away with it. I'm telling you, it is. It's worse than anything you can possibly imagine, living your life as a decent, human soul. And the people not only have a right to know, they must know; so every person who has survived this vicious filth, no matter how modest your story, you have an obligation to speak. Because other people depend on you speaking the Truth. Lives depend on it. And you may not realize this, but this is why the higher power spared you.
You've been spared to bear witness...
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This is my story. This was my experience, this is what I was forced to endure continually and to live with. This is what I survived. And as much as one might try, or as spiritually enlightened as they may think they are or aspire to be, there is no way to forgive evil. One can only recognize it for what it is. One can only counter evil with a clear soul and honest intent. This is a synopsis, an overview, of my project Blacklist, which is the story of how entire families are destroyed by greed, criminality and conspiracy via intelligence cutouts, salted throughout corporate america. The families of these “agents” “moles” “cutouts” “counter cutouts” “NOC’s” “criminals” “swindlers” and “frauds” are frequently destroyed in the interest of carrying out white shoe fraud. This is a factual retelling of a situation that is unbelievable; and yet, my feeling is that there are millions of us in the US and the EU, that have suffered the same destruction, the same psychological warfare, the same false allegations, the same irreparable harm via the actions of wealthy criminals.
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This system is run by white shoe criminals, embedded in every major industry. The coin of their toxic realm is fraud. They use murder, extortion, blackmail, extreme intimidation, and psychological torture; yes, psychological torture as a mechanism of control to first manipulate, then break their targets to achieve their criminal ends.
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I’ve had people I know and trust say to me “You have to let this this go.” “They aren’t worth it” and a variety of other rationales as to why I should remain silent regarding this white collar criminal filth; but I believe the entire system is so toxic, so criminal, so evil, that only speaking, standing, and shining the brightest light that one can find, has any hope of leveling this toxic and dangerous playing field.
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How do they get away with this? The murder. The theft. The personal destruction. The family annihilation. How is it possible? I heard that question or comment so many times during the period that I was forced to live under this toxic rubric of deception and criminal fraud. How is this possible? It is possible, because they are all, to a person, so profoundly compromised and under such threat for their own existence, they will do anything to continue to protect the criminal system.
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They are embedded in every major industry. Politics. Law. Academia. Corporate Entertainment. The Financial Systems. The Courts. The Banks. The Medical Establishment. It is a transnational, black money and globalist criminal empire that covers the entire planet with lies, crime, extortion and the most unspeakable violence, violence against children and tactics of humiliation and ruination you can imagine.
How can she possibly know this? I was married to one of their cutouts. This is “Blacklist” and the story of how we, my two children and I, and everything I worked my entire life for, barely survived the lies, the fraud and the ruination of these white collar criminals from hell.
My name is Cynthia Rouse. I started life as Cynthia Mitchell. Rockville, MD. Peary High. University of Maryland. This is when America still had a middle class and my upbringing was privileged in the sense that we were solidly middle class and therefore had education, resources and opportunity. I’ve always worked very hard and held my first paid job at 16. I had a modeling and acting career, finding success in the WDC market with a few national credits, leading parts on stage, a few parts in films and TV and an income sufficient to pay my own tuition, housing and transportation. I had a great life traveling and modeling all over the east coast and it was great fun. I know how blessed I was and I have never taken opportunity, especially economic opportunity, for granted. From 17 to 29 I worked my education and career. This is something I loved and I do feel it was an important part of my life and development. I had a full, well rounded and happy life. I was very fortunate to be able to do the work I did and travel, meet great people; and all in all, life couldn’t have been better. It really was like living the american dream back then. America was flush with opportunity and the entire society was much happier and more productive.
The life I had built from 16 to 29, and everything I had worked for, planned for, studied for and traveled for, all of it began to unravel and dissolve, at an ever increasing pace from the second I met Daniel M Rouse. Or Daniel M Rouse II. Or Dan Rouse with the four social security numbers. The ID badges, we found after his death, from every government facility, the DoD, military bases all over, trips to Colorado, the DOJ, Dan Rouse, the managing law partner of Howrey and Simon who was not a lawyer. Daniel M Rouse senior VP for a multi- national consulting firm, Hagler/Bailly. The passport that was stamped in Africa, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Russia, Korea, South Africa, Germany and UK, so many places that one would simply wonder; what is a 40k a year accountant doing in Istanbul? Or Pakistan. Or Kenya. This is a jigsaw puzzle I put together after personal, career and financial ruin, after Dan’s death, after losing the only thing that truly matters in life, my children. This is what this filthy, god forsaken and criminal system cost me and my children. This story is the pathway to the reasons why.
When I met Dan, I was working at the Bethesda Marriott. We quickly became a couple and married about nine months later. Now, when I met Dan, he worked for a very small government contracting firm, Viatech, in NOVA. He was an accountant and CFO. It was a good, but basic, white collar job. Now, somehow, he leapt to the top of WDC when he landed the white shoe cut out position at Hagler/Bailly, an EU/US multi national consulting firm. I believe this is where he was compromised. Blackmailed. Psyoped. When I met Dan, he was a handsome, charming, intelligent and extremely hard working man. The man I met was decent, the person he became ten years later was a human being I no longer knew, but still had to deal with.
He went from Hagler/Bailly to a senior position at a WDC and global white shoe law firm, Howrey and Simon. He told me, on numerous occasions, from the moment he got to the world of "executive management and consulting" or "the big time" he had what he called "the normal" or "the civilians", warning him, "stay away from that guy, don't ever let this company near you, don't get involved with that man or woman, never let this man anywhere near your wife or kids, this man killed his second wife; this guy likes kids." He said it was like people fleeing on the deck of the Titanic, yelling over their shoulder, "watch out for that human iceberg." He told me when he first got to the white shoe law firm, one of his first clients walked into his office and handed him a shoe box full of illegal porn. He said it was so disgusting he vomited. He said the man smiled at him. This sounds incomprehensible, doesn't it? Realize this: this is the HOW and WHY of our criminal system. This is how these monsters maintain control. They compromise everyone around them. 100% infiltration and destruction. Now when I tell you the CIA sent him in there, it could have been the DoD, or the DIA, I am not 100% certain, if it was the official mass murderers, or one of their myriad puppet shows of frauds, wife beaters, deviants, freaks and child killers. Not exactly 100% sure, so I use the umbrella term “spooks”
There is absolutely no question in my mind that he was specifically sent into this particular Law Firm for one purpose: to retrieve a particular piece of information for someone outside this firm. When he got it they tried to kill him in a car crash. His briefcase disappeared from the wreckage and was never found. He was paid nearly 700k for a few months work. An investigation into his Social Security records, employment records, tax records, and passport records would prove everything I've said here and of that I have no doubt, whatsoever. I also want to go on the record, stating clearly, that I tried to warn him, for the sake of my children, because I knew he was in way over his head. When he told me about this "managing partnership at Howrey and Simon in WDC" I told him flat out: "Dan, when these people find out you are not an attorney they will kill you or absolutely ruin you. Whatever you're doing, it's not worth it."
His response was "what do you know?"
My response was "I know that." Even with all of the hell this man put me through during our divorce and the utter fraud and greed of his wealth draining step family from hell and their corrupt mindset, it was important to me that he survive for the sake of my children who were still kids when this happened, only 11 and 9 years old.
Because this man was so deeply compromised, our whole family was compromised and in danger.
This is the fact pattern of what I went through from 1988 and on.
-----1988 married Dan Rouse
----Late 1988 first born arrives
Late 1990 second born arrives
1993 second born diagnosed with autism ( I know this was purposely put into Fairfax County Virginia, via FFX Pediatric, connected to NOVA Hospital, in the heart of Fairfax County, which was a massive autism cluster, matter of public record, via cursory searches.)
1995 problems in marriage because of his constant travel and the stress, for me, of parenting a biowarfare victim.
1996 separation
1997-- first attempt to kill me in a car crash when my car was T boned by a utility truck at Greenbriar shopping center in Fairfax, VA. All I remember is seeing a large metal rectangular bumper of a high sitting truck or utility truck. I had dropped my kids off at school and was going for my coffee and dry cleaning. Head injury and PTSD.
1998----Divorce and false abuse allegations to cheat me out of 2 to 3M dollars so he could marry a convicted felon from the Iran Contra scandal. Now, this woman, somehow, was a part of this whole set up as her first husband was a spook and prominent "Defense Contractor", a John Straiton, tied into East German spies and El Salvador spooks. I know how implausible some of this sounds. It is completely true. Easily verified through public records.
1998---- The false abuse allegations were engineered via a psychologist cut out that he paid 20k to, to say I abused my son. The child with autism. This is how evil these people were. They reeked of evil. My daughter, who was probably a very young tween at the time, said “Mom, they aren’t like real people. They are not people like us”
1998-----Cut Out Court Case in Fairfax County, VA. They forced me into supervised visitation. They forced a guardian ad litem into our lives, a nice woman and child advocate, who came to the conclusion, about six months into this destructive debacle, that the entire series of charges against me were a blatant and financially motivated fraud. This was a case of parental alienation to attain continuing financial, legal and parental advantage, and in the case of the step family, unjust enrichment, as these people lived off of my marital assets. Why would the Court protect such an obvious fraud? He was an agent of the criminal empire.
The absolute hell my life became, begins in earnest. No lawyer will represent me. I had prominent Lawyers from Fairfax and surrounding Counties turn white and just stop talking when they interviewed me. One wouldn't even talk to me in his office, he asked me to stop talking in the middle of the interview and then he just left his office. He just vanished. Others told me I would have to represent myself and told me how to do it. I finally found a nice, older lady in Vienna, VA who agreed to represent me, for a retainer, which I struggled to raise( it's not easy to come up with 2k or 2.5k when you're a single Mom with two kids) and she started the process, got a property settlement agreement in place and then when I started asking about the stock options earned during the course of the marriage Dan called her and threatened her twice. Threatened her on the phone. A prominent Virginia Lawyer. She called the police but no action was taken against him. The only deleterious actions ever taken in this case were against me. The non criminal. She decided she could no longer represent me, perhaps wanting to live into old age but she was a decent lady, a smart attorney and she gave me the template and told me what to do and how to do it. I am grateful for that generosity on her part. I had to represent myself and I did. The pattern of imposed hardship via undue influence and tortious interference continued as I was fired from every job I got, the precious lifeline of opportunity destroyed and I am unable to make a living. I was driven into poverty and despair. I am forced to move constantly. I was forced into Court repeatedly to fight for my kids who I believed were in mortal danger. It was during this time period that another very dark and disturbing incident occurred. Sometime around January of 2000, at my rental home, I was going to go onto the deck for a smoke. It was dark, it gets dark early in the winter here. The porch light is off. I start to slide the glass door open and for some reason, something stopped me and I slid it back and turned on the flood lights to the back yard. Standing on my back porch was a massive black and tan kill dog, are they called Rottweilers? The dogs you see cast in horror movies. Well, let me tell you something, my heart stopped. This thing was absolutely huge and it just stood there and stared at me with its mouth open. I asked the landlord if he knew of any such beast in his area and he said that dog did not live in his neighborhood.
This white trash is lethal, America. They affect every single life in this Nation. Every one. There was a murder case in SF, maybe a dozen years ago, when a woman was murdered by one of these dogs during a dispute with her neighbors. Any wagers on if they employ dog assassins? I bet there are kennels full of them.
1998. There was an attempt to get someone inside my rental house via a landlord, I will never forget this guys face. Ever. Slight foreign accent. Very slight. Athletic. Good looking. He was there, as a friend of the landlord. He was armed. When he heard one of my kids there, he turned and left without a word, and was never seen again. He was there to do me in, I am sure.
1999---Run off the road, coming home from a late evening after my cosmetics management job. This car chased me down the road, for a couple of miles at high speed, before I somehow escaped it. Somehow I got to a well lit gas station and the car vanished, but it was so bad that two other motorists stopped to help me, or try to help me and one of them followed me home.
March, 2000-- Lawyer/Non lawyer Daniel M Rouse I or II, with four social security numbers, is in a near fatal car accident following a fancy reception at the white shoe criminal clearinghouse, aka Howrey and Simon, with white shoe contract killers. His doctors gave him a 5% chance of survival. Somehow he lived but he was profoundly disabled for the rest of his life. He still worked for the spooks to the bitter end. Now. How do I know this was yet another assassination attempt on Dan or myself? An impostor called their home that night. A filthy, god forsaken piece of garbage called and asked to speak to my 11 year old daughter. He specifically asked to speak to her, he said he was from the hospital in Richmond. He started taunting and laughing at an eleven year old child and said, “We just peeled your Dad off of a tree. He’s dead.”
Now. Hospitals don’t call and speak to minors. Hospitals do not call on the telephone and give this type of vital, life and death information. It is against their policy based in civil law. A hospital would call and say there is an emergency and the immediate family needs to come to the hospital. No representative of a hospital would call someone’s home and speak to them in that manner, and especially not a child. Who called an 11 year old child? The people who tried to kill both of her parents.
2009---Dan finally died of liver/colon cancer which I believe was triggered by all the massive Rx he had to take to continue living. The spooks they sent in to hospice at home, I do believe, tried to harm my son, as he mysteriously ended up in the hospital, during the same time period. He had been fine the previous few weeks The doctors told me if we had waited another 36 hours to bring him in he, too, would have died.
We are not dealing with human beings here, running this system. We are looking at hardcore psychopaths. People who murder children. Fleece their family members. Torture human beings. Mass murder nations of innocent people. This is a septic and twisted system of filth, whereby the unwitting are duped, via pervasive and all encompassing fraud, and this is our system. People think this cannot happen or that It isn’t true. I cannot begin to count the times someone called me delusional or hysterical and I understand the denial around these issues. Who wants to acknowledge that we are ruled by child killing, mass murdering, genocidal freaks? It is too painful, so we would rather be hypnotized by diversions and the mind/grid control in our pockets.
It happened. The only “miracle” in any of it is that I’m still alive. My story is not unique. I believe there are millions of us, worldwide. What is unusual is that I survived. My daughter is alive and is a mother herself. My son is a graduate student and musician. I rebuilt my life during the 2000’s with a corporate management sales career and phoenix/literary, my custom content writing and video business. The people who did this to my family are psychopaths. They are abject and filth soaked criminals. God willing, they will be publicly exposed as the filthy, criminal white trash that they really are. They are servants of evil, destruction and global crime. They are human and drug trafficking murderers. The Human Stain. May their karma balance the harm they have done to so many people, the world over. I am not the only person with a spouse involved in this criminal empire during this time frame to have this fact pattern befall them. There are probably thousands of us in the WDC area. In the NY area. It takes thousands of fronts to administer a criminal haul of trillions, America. It is way past time for the human race to name this filth and name it clearly.
How can she possibly know this? I was married to one of their cutouts. This is “Blacklist” and the story of how we, my two children and I, plus everything I worked my entire life for, barely survived the lies, the fraud and the ruination of these white collar criminals from hell. The fraud abides. Fraud is one of the most toxic of crimes. It starts with lies. The lies become larger and more monstrous. Soon, the lies infest every area of your life and you find yourself trapped in the toxic filth that is the natural byproduct of criminal, lying filth that steals for a living and kills for a living and destroys for a living because they lack the talent, the inspiration, the character, or the human decency to create anything; so they steal what you have. Fraud is bloodless. Ir is also every bit as violent and destructive as physical crimes of rage. It is profoundly destructive and toxic. It is a form of rot, and once it gets into your life, it is very difficult to get away from it. This is our corporate and financial system.
This is an overview, a synopsis, of BLACKLIST. This work is available as an e book, or paper and ink and I really think there is a documentary film to be made about the families, the women and children who survive these domestic terrorists, murderers and criminals who are, literally, from hell. May the public see the true face of this institutional Evil and realize this is why this world is as it is.
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All content here, currently published, previously published, you/tube content, lyric album LUCRE
Previous titles "Anthology" & "Elusive Light"(a sexy, soapy "chick" book, it's hard for me to admit I wrote this, but I did...) all content (c) 1996/2017
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LUCRE/A Lyric Album/BURNT, Lucre, Mirage, Manchurian Heist, Gen O Cide, Bamboozled, ROCK ON
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BURNT
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Low Road Demon
Blow
Daisy Eyed Tyrant
Blind
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To
Sift Through
The Ruins
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As they burn the World
That the Cold Lode
Grifters
Stole from you....
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As the rogue
Throw down
His final
Call
Will you answer him
Till you take the fall/Again
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What goes around comes around
In this realm
Don't quite matter who is at this helm
Tis your turn
To burn
god/less eternal
Turn, evil, burn
Hunt that rebel down
Now dig this
Why
We twice shy
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So step up
step down
drag
your head
from the cloud
pull the call
For us all
Cause this grifter
wants to slay
A planet of slaves
As karma will
tell
him
Tis hell for a knave
So turn, peasants
burn
Tis your
chaos eternal
learn, god/less, learn
Burn that bastard down
We got fire
In this hole
As we fight for the soul
of a nation
For Le petite Rome
Ain't nobody home
Cause it gone, gone, gone
Yeah, it gone
Unseen billions
caste in fear
Trade life for
Trillions
More
Pieces of brilliant
De/Struction
So turn
vicious
Turn
polit eternal
Burn, loving, burnt
Plow that savior
Down
No more war
For a chalice stained with
Thieving whores
That lie beneath thee.
So hail this
Bitch
as our royal
gut your
toil
when
you see us
coming
get on your
knees
cause
we never say
pretty
please
then hit the
deck
fuckers
while we
take
the
Bank
or kiss
this death
by the bomb
and the tanks
Dossy treason
No rhyme
No reason
They're
One legion
Of Wicked
Fallen
Greed
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--@ cynthiarouse Lyrics for "LUCRE" (c) 2014-2017
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LUCRE
Lyric Verse
Lucre, Bamboozled, Manchurian Heist, Rock On, Genocide, Burnt
ROCK ON
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ROCK ON
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Way up here
Air so clear
Sky so blue
Cloud so pretty
No city this tight
Just right for a dream
Ahhh...hot scene
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What's your pleasure
To live or leisure
I like to rock it
I never knock it
Some like to roll
So much soul
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Fresh for color
There's no other
Light and dance
Take a chance
I like to rock it
Keep it real
Games a deal
Life's a steal
If you can play
The world will
Sway with you
What you do?
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Come on and rock it
Don't ever knock it
Feel the beat
sweet with heat
Such the treat
If you true enough to deal it
I'm blue enough to feel it
All night long
Dig the song
Grab this light
Soul take flight
Only time
Don't let this
Fine day/slip away
What you say?
We love to rock it
don't ever knock it
till you try
sexy sky
moon don't lie
I like to rock it
tick and tock it
play it right
One more night
love taps the light
To rock so right
I like to rock it
So let it roll....
right through your soul
And rock it tight
All night,
yes quite;
We rock it right!
Manchurian Heist
strangelove baby
be all the rage
till one or the other
gets loosed from its cage
gilded baby
such a deadly mess
world go boom
on its party dress
coup be coming
world be flaming
better take it to ground
cause nobody
makes it this time
around
so stand down
when you see us coming
get on your
knees
cause we never say
pretty please
then hit the deck fuckers/while we take this bank/or it's kiss of death/by the bomb/and the tank
Strangelove baby
be all the rage
Till one or the other
sticks you
In a cage
Star/crossed idol
such a lethal mess
plan goes boom
on its silky dress
world be flaming
better take this to ground
Cause
nobody makes it
this time around
So get down......
MIRAGE
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"Soul/Jacked
Mirage
Ghosts Destined
Seek The Chosen
For
Eternal Life
Without strife
No hunger, famine, pain or fear
No pain, no rot, no age
Draws near
The paradise of utopia
And all knowledge
Is clear as
2B or not
2B real
Becomes their
Final Deal."
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Gen O Cide (Opening to Bamboozled)
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candy land dream/becoming for thee/
all
to a fare thee/ne'er do well/it's not so swell/in the crushing real/politic/of bomb and rock/blood and bone/sticks and stone/where words mean nothing/but more pain and ash/crime for cash/never ending/greed cedes need/reason is the first casualty/but never the last/the past littered with the life of the hero/serving evil true/still standing/in front of you/by the sleight of this con/we shall move on
Lucre
Lucre is/as lucre does
Cause the way of this world
Ain't fair
No care for thee
To see
For
evil is as evil does/cause the way of this/world/ain't fair/
no trust
just lust/for gold/stone cold/greed in the
lead chair/
we don't care 'bout thee/in our marble palace of silk and glass/
for zombie death/we know what's best for us/is you/in a cage of dark lies/
no way out or in/sealed by sin
Pretty is/as pretty does
for the way of our world
ain't fair
Our care
uses to ruin
across time
As every line
Of trust
Stained with lies
circles pain
that pulls us under....
For power is/as power does
To be thus
is to be strung/in the maze of lies
No way out/or in
Sealed by sin....
Lucre is as lucre does
Pretty is as pretty does
Power is as nothing was
Cause the way of this
World
Ain't fair
No care
for thee
To be
No way out
Or in
Sealed by Sin
Bamboozled
Hey/you suckers
Can't U see
There ain't no one
To sanctify me
Rock on
Hey/say
can U see
through
the fog of denial
the truth we all hail
is nothing
but lies
whose broad coin
and bright screens lit
the dark
moneyheist
o'er the bunkers we watched
men so ruthlessly scheme/ing
hey say can U see
through the poison denial
the cloth still hold o'er the
poor
and the duped and
the true that be brave
hey you gullers it's so sad
but what can I say
ya'll done
been had
rock on/while you can
cause there ain't no prophet in peace
rock on/if you can
no more money in peace
rock on take a stand
cause the man left nothing
but bones for you to rise on
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