Monthly Archives: January 2019

Rothschilds Target Africa

Last week was a busy one for the various acronym-employee thugs working for Rothschild City of London hegemony over the planet. Nicolas Maduro was sworn in for a second term as President of Venezuela, repelling yet another attempt by Rockefeller lieutenant & CIA cocaine laundry Bank of Nova Scotia director Gustavo Cisneros and his fellow Venezuelan Miami-based oligarchs to turn back the Bolivarian socialist revolution in that country. Continue reading

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Rothschild Demons Surfacing

While most Americans languish in their very own exceedingly self-important version of active denial as to the disturbing state of affairs coming at light speed upon the earth, very soon no amount of alcohol, Facebook, prescription drugs or shopping will be able to hide the Rothschild banksters long-planned extermination plan for humanity. Continue reading

CIA In The Andes

Copacabana, Bolivia 1-19-95

(Excerpted from Chapter 17: The Inca Trail: The Grateful Unrich…)

Roads climb out of La Paz in all directions since – despite its altitude – the colorfully pleasant city actually lies in a big bowl. This protects it from the constant plateau winds, but can be a nightmare when there is torrential rain, since all the runoff rushes right into downtown La Paz. Continue reading

The Gabon Oil Colony

Everyone in this fight against global oligarchy has a reason why they joined the fray. My tipping point came after travelling to countries where I could never have imagined people living in such poverty. It was bad enough that these Goldman Sachs parasites were destroying our economy. But to see people literally starving because of the greed of these vampire bankers, really made it impossible for me to turn back. Continue reading

The Kingdom Of Cambodia

(Excerpted from Chapter 21: The Ho Chi Minh Trail: The Grateful Unrich…)

Sihanoukville 2-20-06

We’re up at 5:15 AM to catch the 6:00 minibus to Hat Lek on the Cambodian border. As I enter my 34th country, I refuse to pay the 100 baht health stamp. I win this round, but when I insist that I will pay the official visa rate of $20, I am outwitted. I ask for a receipt. The wily border official says, “The department head was just here yesterday and he asked $25 too.” I laugh and pay up. Continue reading