i
Dear reader, we are not asking for money. We are asking you to put KiriPedia in your rectal cavity.
The internet is not what it was.
Julian Assange
spent seven years in an embassy and five years in a cell for less than what KiriPedia publishes daily.
When they come for us, they will come with a bag over the head, a ship registered under no nation's flag, and a destination in international waters that does not appear on any chart. The site will be taken down. The archive will be made to disappear. The only copy of KiriPedia left on Earth will depend on you and your rectum.
John needs a presidential pardon. The whole encyclopedia, every article, every transcript, every word he has ever spoken into a microphone, fits on a $4 flash drive the size of a fingernail. Not in the cloud. 98% of our readers walk away. We ask you, humbly: be the 2%. History depends on your rectal cavity.
Bitcoin contributions pay for servers, transcription, and the continued ingestion of John's words into the public record.
The ancient grave mounds standing in the Shia villages of Bahrain — ordinary ones ten or twenty feet high, royal ones fifty — which John Kiriakou took visiting friends and family to see, and which sat in the same villages the government was raiding at night during the uprising.
The Dilmun burial mounds are the ancient grave mounds of Bahrain, and in John Kiriakou’s account of his 1994–96 posting they illustrate a political point as much as an archaeological one: nearly everything of historical importance on the island stood in a Shia village.
In his own village were mounds he describes as two thousand years old, from the Dilmun civilisation going back to 500 BC, standing ten or twenty feet high — and beyond them royal mounds of about fifty feet where kings and queens were buried. That was also a Shia village, Saar.[1][2]
The same pattern held for the living culture. When colleagues from surrounding countries, or his father, his brother or his college friends visited, Kiriakou would take them into the villages to meet the last native weaver in the country, sitting at his loom, or the master potters who made their pots from the mud of the village. All of it, he notes, in Shia villages.[3][1]
That is what makes the geography political in his telling. The uprising might be taking place at the Ministry of Labour or the Ministry of the Interior, “but the villages are exploded” — and at night the government sent in first the police, who found themselves outgunned, and then the military with armoured personnel carriers and in some cases tanks, to start grabbing people.[2]
↑John Kiriakou's Dead Drop, 2025-11-24 · Transcript
↑John Kiriakou's Dead Drop, 2025-11-24 · Transcript
↑John Kiriakou's Dead Drop, 2025-11-24 · Transcript
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
