The Reign of King Jeff - Day 3

The Reign of King Jeff – Day 3

Part 2

On second thought, maybe I’ll hold off the executions until tomorrow, and talk to the folks at home on TV about it first. The history of international bankers and their influence on world events is extremely complex, and could never be fully explained in a TV address. But, I suppose I might be able to squeeze in a little history before the general population falls asleep, or switches over to ‘Idol’.

Way back in 1743, one Mayer Amschel Rothschild set up shop as a coin dealer in Frankfurt, Germany. (Ever notice how much trouble seems to come out of that place?) Mayer’s last name used to be Bauer, but he adopted Rothschild because his business logo was an eagle with five arrows in its talons on a red background. Hence, “Red Shield”, or “Rothschild”. You have to admit, it does have a more chic ring than some character on a TV show or a clothes designer. After his financial success investing the money made by the Elector of Hesse when he was renting mercenaries to King George, Rothschild’s boys set up shop in five European cities. Daddy Rothschild bought a nice five-story house that he shared with Jacob Schiff, whose 20-million dollar “loan” financed the Bolsheviks, resulting in a little spat called the Cold War.

Probably the most pivotal point in the history of banking occurred when Nathan Mayer Rothschild, who wound up in London, went to Waterloo, site of Napoleon’s bad day, and realized that ol’ Nappy was on the ropes. He got back to Brussels as fast as he could, and tried to hire a boat back to England, insider trading on his mind. At Ostend, he found no boats were going out because of a raging storm, but he finally agreed to pay 2000 francs to some Indiana Jones-type that figured his widow would be taken care of, at least. Unfortunately for the rest of us, he made it, and so did Rothschild. Next day, manning his post at the London Exchange and looking like Ted Kennedy must have on the morning of July 19^th, 1969, Rothschild began dumping securities. A panic ensued, with securities being dumped at a frantic rate. Naturally, agents of Rothschild were buying them up, so when calm returned, he had made an unimaginable fortune.

Because of his monopolistic powers, Rothschild gained control of the Bank of England, a nice, quaint little operation that was set up by King William of Orange back in 1689. King Bill was put in power by a group of European bankers, and he paid them back by ordering the British Treasury to borrow 1,250,000 pounds from them. He also gave them a Royal Charter to create the Bank of England, and consolidate the national debt, most of which was created by the loan. They were allowed to directly tax the people for interest and principal, as well as forbid goldsmiths to store gold; they had to store it – Surprise! – in the Bank of England vaults. By 1815, through the miracle of compounding interest, the debt had grown to 885 million pounds. These types of people have retained their grip on the major banking houses in London ever since. Ask Herbert Hoover; he spent most of his life there. And a great lap dog he was. But hell, somebody buys you the Presidency, the least you can do…

They had a grip on things here until Andrew Jackson let the charter expire on the American central bank, but that just irritated them the more. They got their way with the creation of the Federal Reserve Board. No more “federal” than Federal Express, and having no reserves, it is the single-most vile example of treason in American history. Plainly and grossly unconstitutional, it has remained untouched because of the unimaginable consequences that would happen if the Fed pulled the plug on the economy. In spite of the fact that the Supreme Court reminded the clowns in Congress that they don’t have the authority to transfer a responsibility that was given to them by the Constitution to someone else, that is exactly what was done on December 23, 1913, when most of the Senate was out of town. Add the signature of a simpering President in the form of Woodrow Wilson, and here we are, enslaved to the whims of bankers. At least Wilson had the guts to later write that he had “destroyed (his) country”.

Now for the really fun part! When you manage to get yourself a bank like the Fed, you get to make money out of thin air. Somebody walks in the door, like, say, a batch of Democrats who tell you that the black race can’t survive without government-enforced “compassion”, or a batch of Republicans who tell you that backwater Arabs have managed to find a way to melt steel with kerosene, and they need 2 trillion dollars to fix it all. No problem; you open up your ledger, write down a 2 trillion dollar loan to the guv’mnt, and Presto! $2,000,000,000.00 appears out of nowhere. The people then owe you 2 trillion plus interest. Neat, hunh? Well, okay, it does cost you a little bit to get the Treasury Department to print it, but you gotta’ spend money to make money, don’t’cha?

I am so going to enjoy seeing these bastards go down, assuming they don’t get me first…

Greatly simplified, but that is essentially what’s going on today, and although the few who are willing to talk about it would like us to believe that the American economy is run out of the New York banking houses, following the money will still lead you back to London. And all this time, you thought we’d won the war…

And it is the reality of war-making that has me ready to punch the tickets of these unspeakably greedy, murderous bottom-feeders. Hundreds of millions have died as a result of their machinations, and don’t even think that they aren’t taking advantage of the hatred that we have generated through the exportation of American liberal “enlightenment”.

Also, I need to plan for dinner. I’ve never been to a Ruth’s Chris Steak House before; hell, I can barely pronounce it. I wonder if they deliver. (And no, that sentence doesn’t need a question mark; it’s declaratory.)

Hoping that I’ll last long enough to deliver on my promises, I am,

Almost finished,

King Jeff

Well, that’s it for me. I have to go back to being the real me now. No more being King Jeff. But the stuff I’ve talked about here is quite real, and most of it is readily available on the Net. In particular, the information about Jekyll Island and the Fed can be found in a book written by Eustace Mullins called “The Secrets of the Federal Reserve”. Google “Jekyll Island Federal Reserve”. You can read it online. There is also a book called “The Creature from Jekyll Island”, by G. Edward Griffin. Also, Google “the law that never was” for info on the 16^th Amendment. These are just places to begin; learn, learn, learn. You’ve been told that dictators love an unarmed populace. True, but forced to choose between unarmed and ignorant, they’ll choose ignorant. If you’re a dope, you can be talked out of your guns for the sake of “security”, and then talked into anything else.

A final thought: I am absolutely convinced that the only solution available to us is the same one that Founders were forced to use. We are going to have to fight, and die, in large numbers to defeat the international bankers that have us by the economic throat. Think for a moment. Why is the dollar in your pocket worth what it is worth? Can you directly exchange that dollar for a quantity of gold? No, you can’t. You can buy gold with it, but the amount you can get for that dollar is determined by a bank in London. Do your homework; find out which one. What if they decide it will take two dollars to buy that same amount, or five, or a hundred? When I was young, gold was $35.00 an ounce, and it was that way for years. Why is it $679.00 now? In WWII Germany, wives would go to their husband’s workplaces to pick up their paychecks as soon as possible and head straight to the bank, because inflation, which is nothing more than an increase in the “money” supply, meant they couldn’t buy as much with it by the end of the day. That wasn’t the result of sunspots, folks; it was the result of the decisions of men. Men who bleed and die when made to pay for their crimes, if the citizenry ever says, “Enough is enough!” Count on this, my friends: when it becomes sufficiently profitable to do so, and I believe it will be soon, the bankers are going to pull the plug on the American economy. It is only a matter of time.