Day: March 28, 2025
Salida Capital, led by the notorious Danny Guy, registered a 67 percent loss a few years back. A free fall. Its exposure ran through Lehman Brothers.
Lehman folded under lies and leverage and liabilities. Salida went down with it. On paper, it was a global collapse. In reality, Salida’s death was not the end.
The irony, if you cared to look, was that Guy had destroyed his own company. None of this was about embarrassment. It was about insulation. Because something had to be protected. The filings came later.
When short-sellers uncovered fraud, Guy painted them as criminals. When lawyers asked for proof, there was none. It was never about evidence. It was about who could be discredited. Who could be delayed long enough to move the money and close the door.
This was not Wall Street. This was not finance. This was something older. Something quieter.
Salida Capital, the firm that had collapsed, was listed in Rosatom’s corporate disclosures. Not as a creditor. Not as a counterparty. As a subsidiary. Rosatom—the nuclear energy arm of the Russian Federation wholly owned Salida – and not a penny returned to the investors.
And Danny Guy sold out the West. Not in the way of traitors in uniforms or politicians caught in the act. His betrayal was quiet. He did it for money.
It began with uranium. Uranium is not like oil or coal. It does not rest in barrels or burn in stoves. It fuels submarines. It powers reactors that hum under cities. And when enriched, it becomes a weapon. A means to erase a coast, a city, a million people. It cannot be substituted. Once sold——it does not return.

In 2012, the nuclear agency of the Russian Federation—Rosatom – secured control of 20 percent of the United States’ uranium production. Not by force. They bought Uranium One, a Canadian company with licenses in Wyoming, Utah, and beyond. It was approved. Not by vote. Not in daylight. But behind a closed door at CFIUS—the Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States – with Secretary of State Hillary Clinton presiding.
That same year, a hedge fund in Toronto—Salida Capital—run by Danny Guy – received $3.3 million. Anonymous. Shortly after, Salida’s foundation gave $2.65 million to the Clinton Foundation. It was 90 percent of their charitable giving that year.
Rosatom’s filings later listed Salida as a subsidiary. The uranium was gone. The Russians walked away with it. No hearing. No reversal. Danny Guy said nothing. But the question was who moved the money? Was it “friends”? A church? A religious group? In the United States, such organizations don’t have to explain their donors. They can take money. And no one can ask who it came from. Was it a dry cleaner? Investigators use that phrase when the money’s gone—a cash-heavy front. A place where dollars go in and something else comes out.
We know where the money went- it went to the Clintons. We know who approved the sale – Hillary Clinton. We know who got the uranium – Russia. We know who was in the middle – Danny Guy. Salida was not just a hedge fund. And Danny Guy was not just a bad investor. He was the courier. What he carried was uranium. From a Canadian company. To a Russian agency. Through American soil. And into the dark.
And Guy, the man who built Salida, did not vanish. He migrated to Bermuda—with no snow, no subpoenas, and very few questions.
At a waterfront estate curving around Harrington Sound, Guy reemerged. Not under his name, exactly. But in filings. In footnotes. In the ink. He had presided over the loss of hundreds of millions of investor’s money. But he took care of himself. Danny Guy always takes care of himself.
His new firm was called Harrington Global. A hedge fund by form. By function, it was Salida’s twin: the same structure, the same habits, the same shadows. From the most shadowy man. This was not a comeback. This was a reset in secrecy.
Guy survived the crash of his company. He survived scrutiny. He changed firms. Changed borders. Changed names. And somewhere in the filings of a Russian nuclear giant, a Canadian hedge fund is listed. Behind it, the name of a traitor who lost everything—except the one thing that mattered to him. His place in the shadow.
Coming up: In another scam of Danny Guy proportions, he testified this week against Bernhard Fritsch in a criminal case in Los Angeles federal court. We will have more to say about that case.
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By Jamie Morgan
OneTaste was run by women a sort of feminine education, teaching people feelings and the feminine. Force was not a part of OneTaste. Attention was the OneTaste syllabus, not force. The women were there to open up their sexuality and find their power.

You come, you do some classes, you leave, you hang out with people, you don’t hang out with people. You go to see your family.
OneTaste was an intense experience. It was a place to learn and to push yourself. People had intense experiences.
You opted in, you could do what you want and you could leave whenever you want. Some people had trouble with the intensity of their experiences afterwards, even if they were positive experiences or breakthroughs.

Some people found it easier to hate OneTaste and move on with their lives.
Just to be in OneTaste, you had to have a certain level of confidence, because it’s not just sitting at home watching TV. It’s an active lifestyle. People found relationships in OneTaste and dated. Some people got married in OneTaste.

It was about desire, what does this person want?
What course would fit them? What would serve them?
It was a very open community where everyone was exploring sex and desire. There was a lot of sex. It was sex-positive.
It was strictly over 18. All of the events, all of the courses, all of the games night, community nights. And the houses where people would move in together and practice, were all strictly not for children.
Children were specifically excluded.
Alcohol was excluded. They were all sober events.

There was no alcohol at the courses or the events, because that’s a bad thing to add into an already volatile mix. Marijuana was not permitted. No drugs or alcohol.
People would meet up and hang out outside of the official courses and have friendships and people would drink. Probably more weed in California and pints of beer in England.
There were boundaries and care taken to ensure that it was a safe environment. There’s a traffic light system of green, yellow, red on what sort of emotional state you are in, and red means stop.

Was there surveillance? Surveilled secretly and surreptitiously by OneTaste as they have been accused in the indictment?
Everyone had private Facebook, private Instagrams, text messages. No one was reading anyone’s phones. There were no CCTV cameras in the houses.
Everyone had their own bedrooms with locks on the door so they could not be interrupted if they were having sex.
The destruction of the community, of what it was Bloomberg article was terrible. Strange allegations and things melded together and taken out of context, twisted.

People buying each other courses and people sleeping with each other for courses.
There was a woman in London who was dating one of the guys, and she paid for them both to do the relationship course. She paid for him and her to do the course, because they were in a relationship and they wanted to do the relationship course together to improve their relationship. But then you see that framed as like, was he sleeping with her to get her money to do the courses and make money for OneTaste , and it’s all twisted darkly just for views.
The FBI following Bloomberg went looking for five years and they came up with the two women planned to do a crime. Over 12 years. Forced labor conspiracy.
Most people in the One Taste community lived in their own houses.
And then the staff, some of them lived in their own houses, some of them lived together.
And as soon as the events finished at 9 or 10 PM, you just went home, you go to bed, and then you could get up for morning practice. Most of the events were in the evening or at the weekend.
People were running the business, but then there was time to go to the gym or take a nap at home or have sex. People were not run ragged and lacking sleep and gaunt and malnourished.
Most of the houses had food programs where one person would cook and everyone would chip in money and make these big meals.
A lot of people put on weight because the food was good and there was lots of it. They were going to events and having fun, eating out.
The two women – Nicole Daedone and Rachel Cherwitz – were the worst conspirators that ever lived. They couldn’t figure out how to do anything right. Everything, all the forced labor they failed at.


Instead it was it seems largely youthful adventures and fun and friendships. They just didn’t know how to conspire right.
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