The Reign of King Jeff - Day 3

The Reign of King Jeff – Day 3

Part 1

My, how time flies. Here it is, day 3 of this impossible dream, and in just a few hours, I get to expose, dismantle, and eradicate the most insidious and destructive vehicle for treason and enslavement that any batch of moral lepers ever managed to dream up. The only thing I’m unsure of is whether I’ll be able to assemble a firing squad in time for the evening news.

But, before that bit of fun begins, I’ll take some time to rattle the cages that surround the minds of collectivists across the land. Sometime after a breakfast of chocolate-chip pancakes, slow-cooked bacon, and Hawaiian Kona, I’m going to disintegrate the Department of Education, the Department of Health and Human Services, and the OSHA. I’d get rid of some more, but there are only so many hours in a day. (You’d never know it to hear me talk, but I really am something of a health food nut. I just figure I don’t have much time left on the job, and I might as well ride all the rides I can before my pass expires.) Then I’m going to issue a Royal Edict that will require any and all conversations between lobbyists of any and all stripes and Congress members of any and all political philosophies to be carried out in front of cameras that are delivering a live feed to C-Span. You say the Executive Branch doesn’t have the Constitutional authority to do such a thing? You’re absolutely right; but it doesn’t allow for Kings either now, does it? Besides, with the fog created by about 13,000 other Royal(Executive) Edicts(Orders), who’s going to notice? On with the show.

After those little exercises, I’m going to sit and ponder the events that took place back in November, 1910, when a train with all its windows blacked out pulled out of the station in Hoboken. Hidden from the curious eyes of reporters were A. Piatt Andrew, Assistant Secretary of the Treasury; Paul Warburg, from the banking house of Kuhn, Loeb Company; Frank Vanderlip, president of National City Bank of New York; Senator Nelson Aldrich, head of the National Monetary Commission, created after the Panic of 1907; and a handful of other powerful bankers. The train’s destination was Brunswick, Georgia. From there, a small shuttle boat would ferry these traitors to Jekyll Island, an island enclave purchased in 1886 by men with names like Astor, Morgan, Vanderbilt, Pulitzer, and Gould, and where they would occasionally repair to disport themselves with fine food and spirits and a bit of duck-hunting.

This time, however, the regular staff had been dismissed, and a new, temporary group was put in place. The men they were to serve never referred to each other by their actual names. And it was there that they put together a plan that would change America from a place of relative freedom to a place of financial slavery, fulfilling the plans of London bankers that were frustrated by Andrew Jackson back in 1836, for the next 94 years.

That is, until King Jeff came along and had all their progeny and protégés lined up against a wall and summarily shot in front of a live audience for the crimes of mass murder and treason, which is exactly what they and their ilk have been doing for generations, through the financing of wars and market manipulations. The result of their treason was the Federal Reserve Board, and, indirectly, the 16^th Amendment. This amendment, never having been ratified by anywhere near the requisite number of 36 states, was made a part of the Constitution after then Secretary-of-State Philander Knox lied to the public by saying it had been. Maybe I’ll have time to talk to the folks in Peoria about that item before I get my walking papers.

Tomorrow's ravings will be kinda' long, so have your coffee ready.