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Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Second Republic - Patriot Acts II "This is an EMERGENCY!"

This second book in the Patriot Acts trilogy takes the reader inside the White House where treachery and terrorism boils below its underbelly. While trying to avoid invoking emergency powers that could destroy American constitutional freedoms, a former Special Ops officer, now the President of the United States, races to stop a deadly virus, which has killed thousands of innocent Americans.
This Fisher Harrison saga, The Second Republic, is an action thriller that could appear on any of today’s headlines, on any given day with a plausible scenario for the death of humankind that is too frighteningly conceivable for comfort.
Everyone has a self interest. I think when dealing in security, it is important to find single-minded people whose single interest of all, because benefiting himself saves the rest of us.
I think the big bucks they get is not a problem. It is important that they not be tempted to farm out their tech skills, and that means giving them their due, and then some, is better than giving it all to the loony tunes in the environmental terrorists.
You know, this new project, Patriot Acts III has caused me to delve into techno material more than I ever have. I have always been for the need to fight control of our free wills to win and to fail. I've done much more of the latter than I ever have of the prior. This one I have really gone into the deep water to weave a tale around computer tech and mind control and what can happen to high tech in the wrong hands with a people asleep at the helm. It has been an education.
The biggest thing I can say from it is that I have a new appreciation for how new wars are fought or shall be, and how freedom as we knew it, shall never be again, because of situations being orchestrated by governments that go beyond the imagination of most. Writers can look at where we are and draw it out to a fictional, logical conclusion, such as I paint in this trilogy, of how real a threat our tales could actually be.
Albert Einstein said he did not know what weapons would be used in World War three, but that he was sure that World War four would be sticks and stones.
Steven Clark BradleyChapter 11
Westville, Indiana
March 6, 2011, 5:12 AM
“You lazy kid. You better hit it. I’m not calling you out again,” Elmer Risner said, as he slammed the front door behind him and entered the crisp morning air. “A boy’s got to have something to do, ‘cause this farm’s not gonna run itself. Can’t you learn anything from your old man? This lazy generation of no-good kids. Wants everything handed to them on a silver platter. We ain’t got no silver platter. All we got is hard work.”
He crossed the backyard and trudged over to the big barn’s front door. He grabbed the door and yanked it open; as he had done each and every day of every year he had been old enough to move it. He inched his body across the threshold where his nose caught a strong earthen-type odor he had never smelled before. The door hinges creaked as Elmer stepped into the barn halfway reluctant about what made that smell. The cows and the horses, even the mule had heard this morning ritual so many times that they did not even fret at the early morning sound of the barn door opening.
What concerned him was not so much the barn’s smell as the hogs’ rather uncharacteristic silence. Those pigs always made a “feed me” racket when he approached them. Their incessant squeals annoyed him. This morning, the lack of noise puzzled him.
He walked toward the pigpen and grouched all the way, “Hey, you pigheaded beasts. What’d ya’ll do, did ya all up and die on … me?”
Elmer Risner bent forward to see what had been the best, most prized beasts of all his livestock. The mess appeared to be something that slightly resembled a pig or pigs, but he couldn’t be sure. Something greasy covered all fifteen of his prize hog’s skins. They had the appearance of being dead days before, but Elmer had fed them the night before. He reached out and touched one of the pig’s ears. The material covering all of them got on his right hand. He held his hand up to his eyes, squished it between his fingers, smelled it, and then wiped his hand on his overalls.
“Last night was the first I used of the new batch of feed.” he said, as he grabbed one of the hog’s legs to pull it out of the pen. As he yanked on the heavy, dead swine, its leg broke loose in his hand.
“What the hell?” Elmer Risner said, as he kneeled and gathered the rotten carcass in his arms pulled and tugged and finally pulled it out of the pen and into the center of the barn where he could see it more clearly. It was a pig, all right, but it appeared to be melting before his eyes. He ran to his truck and backed up into the barn. He loaded the dead hog onto the forklift’s metal plate, and scooped the rotten remains into the truck bed.
“I’m gonna show ‘em the damn thing and get my money back. They killed my prized hogs.”
Washington, D.C.
March 6, 2011. 9:05 a.m.
The black train of slow-moving limousines drove a southerly route on the Potomac River Parkway; a place the Vice President William T. MacDonald had particularly loved. The majestic last example of a whole nation’s grief continued south to Constitution Avenue West. As the motorcade slowly drove down the center of the massive avenue, not another car could be seen. A massive number of people on foot stood silently on the curbside and prayed.
No signs or protesters dared to break the silence. No one made a single statement to detract from the sad, solemn moment that trailed past their weeping eyes. Their friend whom they were getting to know had been suddenly taken from them. Camera snaps could be heard, but not in typical paparazzi-type rush of fervor. Rather the desire to capture history, as sad as it certainly was, could simply not be withstood. Vice President MacDonald’s grieving widow and two girls, still in their teens, waved politely to the crowds, and it all gave them such hope.
As the limo that carried the slain Vice President to his last official meeting passed the Organization of American States, Carrie MacDonald observed the very beautiful and completely heartfelt image of a woman in U.S. Marine uniform who stood at attention with her two daughters flanking her on her left and her right. Carrie’s heart took on a better note to play in her head; one a lot more patriotic. The children would face terribly difficult questions; questions Carrie had not even personally dealt with, yet. The squeeze of a trigger had not only changed the family’s future, the world would be radically altered.
When the entourage passed between the White House and the Washington Monument, the whole train stopped and paused with the President’s office view to the left, and the spire of Washington to the right. The respectful homage became real as the car turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue and onto Capitol Hill. Throngs of people, some wept, others simply watched, all demonstrated the day’s sadness on their faces.
The U.S. Marines hoisted the flag-draped casket, bearing the body of a young Vice President, who had been an obvious choice for his party’s nomination for President in 2016. The great doors opened wide as they rolled down the marble-laden glory of the Capitol Building and with honors; they placed his coffin in the rotunda that had only ever been reserved for Presidents.
Westville, Indiana
March 6, 2011, 9:20 a.m.
Large rolling fields of corn and the combine engines revving up filled the air in the farming community of Westville, Indiana, each morning. Today would be different. A rickety 1980 GMC truck barreled into the small town square. That wasn’t the usual vehicle that Elmer Risner drove into town, but what he loaded in the back had necessitated that he use the old beater, which sounded like a freight train and smoked like an oilfield on fire. He barely applied the brakes before he turned into the parking space in front of the feed store and jumped out of the truck.
Elmer opened the tailgate and pulled the old hog carcass onto the ground wrapped up in an old plastic tarp. He opened the feed store door and pushed it open with his foot and dragged the dead hog behind him into the center of the establishment.
“So, what the hell is this?”
A startled group of farmers turned when the smell permeated the air and entered the nostrils of everyone in the store and that included some women and children that wanted to shop early that morning.
The shop owner stopped him, “Elmer, are you crazy, you stupid hillbilly? You can’t bring that in here. I won’t get the smell out of here for ten years.”
“Carl, you broke it. So, now you bought it,” Elmer shouted.
The store proprietor walked out from behind the counter to observe the putrid-smelling, slime-covered animal. “What the hell is it?” he asked Elmer.
“What is it? It’s a pig, Carl … a pig, that’s what it was, at least, and one of my best ones, but that don’t matter, ‘cause they is all dead, down to the last everyone of them.”
“What’s this … stuff all over it?”
“Beats me, but I want my money back and some to boot. I fed ‘em that feed you sold me for the first time, last night. Then I wakes this morning and look what I got?”
A big whiff of the rotting beast pinched Carl’s nose, and he stepped back. “Now Elmer, I don’t know what’s going on here this morning, but you’ll have to get this thing outta my store and back into your truck. Then come back in here, and we’ll put you on the list.”
“List … what list?” Elmer asked with an air of not understanding plastered across his sun-dried face.
“Elmer, you might be the only one who dragged one of their dead porks in here, but you ain’t the only one who fed their hogs last night. Carl walked back behind the counter and pulled out a piece of paper. “I got a list of eleven, now twelve, with you. Now, get that damn thing outta here and come back in and …”
Carl gasped. “What’s wrong with your face, Elmer?”
“My face? It’s the same damn face I’ve always had.”
Everyone backed up and rushed out of the feed store. Elmer saw his reflection in the mirror behind the counter. A thin coating of the same greasy material that had been on the pig covered his neck and jaw-line. Elmer wiped it off. The blood red skin burned under it. “I guess I got some of it on me.”
“Elmer, get that damn thing outta here, and I mean right now.” Carl wrote Elmer’s name on the list as Elmer covered the hog and dragged it outside. He touched the skin on his neck and jaw areas as they now burned like a hot poker and large blisters began to form.
“I’m guessing you ought to get to a hospital. That looks pretty festered.”
A frightened Elmer Risner pulled the animal to the truck, and it nearly broke his back as he tried to haul it up into the truck bed. He turned to his farmer friends. “Ain’t none of you gonna help me?”
Everyone turned and without word, walked away. Elmer’s limitations multiplied as he found it hard to raise his head. He made it to the truck and left the dead, slimy hog lying on the ground in front of the feed store.
Two dogs came up to the beast sniffing, and they dug their canines into the rotten meat. When Harold Minix, a farmer and close friend to Elmer Risner, noticed his dogs, he yelled at them. “Stop that.”
The dogs raised their hungry mouths up to meet their master’s voice their muzzles covered with the greasy slime. “Now, I got to take you home and wash ya both. Get your asses in this truck right now.”
Elmer drove erratically, not out of anger, but he simply could not see the roadway. He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror. His distorted and virulent face distracted his attention from the road, and the truck ran off the road and into a ditch.
The huge, old truck came to a very sudden stop. Elmer’s head hit the steering wheel, but the gash on his forehead didn’t bother him. Instead, he pulled down the collar of his shirt in time to see the skin on his neck melt away and expose his neck bones.
Tears filled his eyes and a searing heat consumed his body with fire. He tried to scream, but no sound came from his inflamed throat. Elmer looked at himself one last time until his eyes began to melt, and then agonizing pain followed him into darkness.
In his blindness, Elmer fumbled to his right and pulled his gun from the glove compartment and placed the barrel to the side of his head. “It ain’t gonna eat me like them pigs.”
Something like boiling oil engulfed his stomach, and his skin bubbled up and down his legs and arms with a pain was so intense that he could barely hold the gun to his head. He tried to pull the trigger, but with no strength left in his arms, he dropped it to his side and fell over on the seat and screamed one last time before he disintegrated into slimy, silent sludge.
* * *
Harold Minix headed back to his farm north on Indiana 421 to get his dogs washed up before his kids got close to them. He noticed Elmer’s truck off in the ditch up ahead and pulled up behind it and approached the accident scene. “Elmer? You okay?” He peered through the open driver’s side window and screamed, “God save us all.” And he threw up his breakfast all over the side of Elmer’s truck.
He regained his composure and rushed back to his truck to find his cell phone. As he neared his truck, he noticed his dogs hadn’t barked and weren’t visible to him. Any other time they would have been yapping and out of truck bed and at his side. He reached the back of his truck, and what he saw hurt him nearly as much as seeing Elmer’s rotten corpse.
Both unrecognizable dogs lay covered in the same greasy slime and appeared to be matted to the truck bed. He unconsciously scratched his itching arms and realized they were fully engulfed in blisters.
“I’m gonna die, but I ain’t gonna let no one else die, if I can help it.” He dialed 911.
* * *
Carl tried not to gag from the stench, finished mopping the feed store floor, picked up the Rolodex. The operator placed him on hold. “Come on. This is an emergency.”
Someone came on the line. “Hello, CDC, what can I do for you?”
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Greatest Danger of All - America's Financial Disaster...


The Green God of America:
When you enter a bank in the United States, have you noticed the quiet and serenity in the space? There seems to be a reverence rivaling that found in most churches. It is easy to see that such a display of piety in the unassuming financial institutions across America is because they are practicing the country’s fastest, biggest and most powerful religion, the worship of the Almighty Dollar. It can be truly stated that God is now green in America. I wrote Nimrod Rising because of this devotion to this pious paper and pristine plastic that has plunged this nation and the world into the abyss of despair for the lives of the unborn, the infirm and the aged.The World of Nimrod Rising and Manassa Dormin:
Nimrod Rising transports the reader into a world of mayhem where unborn children do not contribute to a thriving economy, so their demise is of no avail. The world of Manassa Dormin, the villain in Nimrod Rising is one without mercy. Those of us who cannot work, cannot walk, cannot feed ourselves are unproductive citizens, and are discarded as so-much rubbish if they cannot demonstrate some utility to the masses. “Should they not just get out of the way and die so there is a bigger piece of the pie for everyone else?”
Utility or Futility:
Does this sound like lunacy? Quite possibly, such words are reminiscent of a page or two out of Orwell’s 1984 or Huxley’s Brave New World? In reality, these unspeakable new age “Values” are found throughout the pages of yesterday’s and today’s newspapers, all throughout the country! Fitting examples are inexhaustible all around us. Perverted pedophiles are abducting and raping our children at an all-time alarming rate and they receive sentences that allow them to return back on the streets in incredibly short amounts of time only to again steal our children out of their beds and finally kill them.
Yet, if you are the chairman of Enron or WorldCom and you can expect anything between 25 to 200 years. That should not be seen as shocking. After all, the offering up of our unborn and growing children, our disabled and bedridden citizens and the early demise of our elderly pales in comparison to any premeditated sacrilege against the Green God of America. So, Nimrod Rising is a scary read. This is not because of the spirit world it describes or the evil men and women doing their mischief, but rather because the seeds of many of the diabolical deeds detailed in Nimrod Rising are only germinating today in society around us.
Quality of Life vs. Quantity of life:
Is all life worth living? Do the old, unborn, the infirmed or mentally ill have no social value? The proposed and not so secret response from the brokers of the culture of death is a resounding, “NO!” In fact, it is easy to see that the whole catalyst of the death culture is centered around one overriding maxim purporting that population reduction must be accomplished without delay and by any means.
Such culture transforming issues as abortion and such organizations as Planned Parenthood have led the way in what is considered to have changed the thinking of Main Street America in what now seems a permanently calloused culture and is considered as groundbreaking and deepening into a six-foot social grave. The money and power such groups wield are also powerful points of persuasion for the mostly lukewarm and milquetoast “leaders” who now control the present and plan our futures. Though abortion is by far the most widely debated issue facing traditionally valued Americans, there are many movements afoot that are not even so quietly laying their framework of treachery and social engineering that also use the premise of population control as their dictum.
The Government of The Culture of Death:One of the big themes throughout Nimrod Rising is how the government of the world of Manassa Dormin is the power of the Euthanasia movement. Again, the forces of the culture of death are even now gaining great expanses of their foundation for their social house of cards, in the fertile mental ground in the American psyche.
Due to the message purported by a very loud minority to a passive majority that life is based on quality rather than quantity, the old, infirm and mentally impaired and their “safe” are even now being told to accept a “dignified” and “self-determined” death, which is considered one of the biggest pieces of the diabolical picture that is even now being sketched by the workers of woe within the Culture of Death. Matters such as the homosexual movement, assisted suicide, animal rights vs. human Rights, the environments movement and the dangers of socialized medicine in America and the financial constraints of such a program will place on the keepers of the very life you cherish the responsibility of isolating and identifying such drains upon the social banks of goodwill, within the society at large. These things speak loudly within the 596 pages of Nimrod Rising. Yet, it still remains that even the most docile and sanitized amongst us still require ears that hear and eyes that see.
Fact or Fiction:Perhaps, you will say that such men and women described in Nimrod Rising do not exist. Then, take a look at many of the current leaders of the culture of death in America today. Though I am absolutely for planning a family and for the use of contraception, I would never support the use of abortion as a means of reducing the world's births. Margaret Sangor, the Founder of Planned Parenthood said herself, and I quote, "The most merciful thing a family does for one of its infant children is to kill it." She propagated wiping out the African American race and was a huge supporter of Hitler's views. Yet, today, her organization, with these goals, is supported even with federal dollars. George Felos, the attorney who assured the death by starvation and dehydration of Terri Shaivo in 2005, is the leading lawyer for encouraging assisted suicide and euthanasia of the infirm, the elderly on the basis of some vague standard of the quality of life.

Based on such a standard, would it not be logical to simply walk down the streets of our cities and rid the poor homeless of their lives devoid of quality? This is where such views eventually lead; to a place where no one has the right of self-determined longevity unless they possess some utility other than life itself? One need only use their mind to go beyond what your teachers taught you and let humanity speak to us and follow the statements to their logical end result. Nimrod Rising does just that and creates the unspeakable world that such current-day values will ultimately produce.
Perhaps, there are those who feel these words are far fetched, but I have been around the world in 34 countries and I can say of a truth that the family and life itself is at risk by those who no longer hold anything sacred or of lasting value. The story you are about to invest your time in shall speak its mind and challenge you in many different ways concerning the dangers facing us. We fight to preserve a nation from terrorism, but if this is what we are fighting to preserve, would you lift a finger in the defense of an obtuse and reprobate society as that which I have just described? Nimrod Rising goes a step beyond most books that seek to warn a society of its plunge into an abyss of despair and ruin. Nimrod Rising seeks to reveal that the true catalyst for the ideas espoused and widely accepted today. This world, hidden from human sight but as real as the hidden cells that give life to our bodies, extends beyond our own sphere. It wishes to pull down the kingdom of man to reestablish their rule of the Watchers on the Earth.
A Society Without Faith:
This is the world of Nimrod Rising. It is written as fiction and is based on reality. Therefore, I wish to dedicate this book to all the Theresa Shiavos of America whose unfortunate lives have run headlong into the merciless, unrelenting will of the false god in whom increasing numbers of common people have placed their trust, in this country today. This is not a book written against the liberals of this country. Nor is it a vindication of the political right. In fact, it is an indictment of both sides of the massive green beast that runs roughshod over friend and foe alike.The real purpose of this book is to reveal the true nature of the culture of death that has come to pervade over every major decision we face. It has
been penned to warn a great nation that a land is nothing without the care and mercy shown to its less fortunate. It is submitted to you to underscore that the measure of a great nation is not in its GNP or its S&P but in its TLC. On the contrary, the words written here have been tempered with fear and trembling for the nation I love. The indisputable facts laid out herein are written in shameful disgust over the failure of the moral base of America to adequately speak out and stand up to be counted. No great nation can long endure under the strains of the obtuse who seek to systematically destroy those whom our nation had so long defended, in a word you and me.
Learn From History or Repeat:
America threw its youngest and brightest into WWII to fight an intolerable tyrant and the idea that only the State could decide who was worthy of life. We fought and died to bring Adolph Hitler and his regime to an utter end because of his disrespect and utter disregard for life. Now, today, in America, we have Judges seated in a leather chair behind some large desk not making choices to help someone live but rather deciding who should die. America stood tall and brave against the forces of Communism because of just such an evil philosophy as this, which religiously and progressively marched its people to a dreaded drum right to the very precipice of death and defeat; a defeat brought about by our commitment to freedom and life.Ride The Storm Of Nimrod Rising:
Yet, today in America, are we really better than those we destroyed? Are we really different? Perhaps the Nazi movement and the Communist ideals are not so much dead as they are renamed Republican or Democrat and recast in more benign and more beguilingly subtle silhouettes; wrapped up in a tattered swath of red white and blue and empowered by a document that no more represents nor resembles the original constitution of the United States of America than did the Communist Manifesto or Mao’s Little Red Book! The diabolical forces at work in Nimrod Rising are the seeds of destruction in America today and must be rendered powerless.
How Shall We Then Live:
We cannot stop them from speaking out, lest we defeat the very freedom we seek to preserve. Yet, we must always be vigilant and ready to work against them by recognizing the forces at work, and the masters they serve, which make up America’s emerging culture of death, lest none of us have any quality of life. It is imperative that we take another look and reaffirm the words of Philosopher, Francis Schaeffer when he said that there is no life that is not worth living. If we believe that, then we should pose ourselves the same question he asked, “How shall we then live?” Come and ride the storm of Nimrod Rising. It might scare you to life!
This outstanding research article is one of the most illuminating pieces of political information I have ever read. It tells us about the hidden, subtle yet aggressive power brokers who have locked up society through political intrigue and fraud. I think you’ll find it very scary indeed simply because it is true.

Steven worked a number of years in various countries in Europe, Asia, and Africa. He has been to 34 countries and has worked extensively with Kurdish refugees from Turkey, Iraq, and Syria. Steven also established a school by correspondence for African students in the African countries of The Gambia and Senegal West Africa. He is the founder of a Cultural Center for refugees in France, where he lived for six years. Speaking fluently in French and in Turkish, Steven has been in 34 countries. Before returning to the United States in 1995, Steven worked as an instructor of English and Business skills for four years at Bilkent University in Ankara, Turkey.

Our nation, these United States were born from defiance of the thievery of bankers- it is both our heritage and obligation. We’ve grown up with many of the inherent rights American Patriots fought for and won more than two hundred years ago; we Americans have an obligation to stand against the current fruition of three hundred years of a banking conspiracy. If we do not stand against this plot, there will be nothing left for our future generations. This plot is real - can you disbelieve those original American Patriots who guaranteed your freedoms in the Constitution?Every dollar printed by a bank requires a payment of interest in return. Before the Federal Reserve printed the money, private banks were given charters to print the money - these private banks have always been paid interest. The only two Presidents in the history of this nation who printed U.S. Notes, a debt free currency outlined in the U.S. Constitution (Article 1, Section 8, Clause 5,) are Abraham Lincoln and John F. Kennedy. Kennedy printed U.S. Notes for the purpose of paying off the Federal debt… a feat only accomplished by Andrew Jackson. J.F.K planned to abolish the Federal Income Tax, which merely goes to pay interest to the Federal Reserve, rendering the IRS irrelevant. The IRS is merely a collection agency operating out of Puerto Rico, which was created by the Federal Alcohol Administration, which in turn was absolved shortly after the revocation of Prohibition. Furthermore, the Federal Reserve's top seven majority owners are all families of Europe! In the words of fellow writer Christopher Mark, “The Federal Reserve is about as federal as Federal Express.” It’s a huge extortion scam!
In order to pay for the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln issued a debt-free U.S. Note nicknamed a ‘greenback.’ This prevented the banking institutions from reaping the huge benefits of wartime borrowing- the major lever of accumulating banker’s wealth for nearly three hundred years. President Lincoln was quoted as stating, “The money powers prey upon the nation in times of peace and conspire against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic than a monarchy, more insolent than autocracy, and more selfish than burocracy. It denounces as public enemies all who question its methods or throw light upon its crimes. I have two great enemies, the Southern Army in front of me and the bankers in the rear. Of the two, the one at my rear is my greatest foe.” Lincoln was, of course, assassinated, as John F. Kennedy would be; is it mere coincidence that both of them printed a debt-free form of currency? Lincoln made a startling prediction, “Corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money powers of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until the wealth is aggregated in the hands of a few, and the Republic destroyed.”
Another adversary of the bankers, President Garfield explained, “Whoever controls the volume of money in any country is absolute master of all industry and commerce.” It seems a man possessing this knowledge would have tried to remove the bank’s power and give it back to our nation. It also seems likely this is why President Garfield was shot dead.
Andrew Jackson, upon entry into the Oval Office, called a delegation of bankers into the White House and told them, “You are a den of vipers and thieves! I intend to rout you out, and by the grace of the Eternal God, will rout you out!” This was not a man to sidestep issues - Andrew Jackson was a rambunctious man who took problems head-on. What’s more: he solved them! This was the only President in U.S. history to ever reduce the Federal debt to zero. He may not have been exaggerating when he said, “The bank is trying to kill me! But I will kill it!” After he dissolved the Second National Bank of America (back then banks were granted twenty year charters to print money) there was an attempt on his life. The would-be assassin pointed his pistol at President Jackson and pulled the trigger- the gun jammed. An enraged sixty-seven-year-old President attacked him with his cane as the gunman pulled a second pistol out and pulled the trigger- again, this gun jammed! It seems ‘the grace of the Eternal God’ was with President Jackson!The international bankers have been combating Americans since before the Revolutionary War. Benjamin Franklin explains, “The Colonies would gladly have borne the little tax on tea and other matters had it not been for the poverty created by the bad influence of the English Bankers on the Parliament, which has caused the Colonies hatred of England and the Revolutionary War… the inability of the Colonists to get the power to issue their own money, permanently out of the hands of King George III and the international bankers, was the prime reason for the Revolutionary War.” Once the Colonial Scrip was outlawed, the bankers didn’t keep enough money in circulation; this caused widespread indigence throughout the Colonies.
Thomas Jefferson knew of the great evils done by these bankers: “I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. Already they have raised up a moneyed aristocracy that has set the government in defiance. The issuing power should be taken from the banks, and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.” Jefferson also made predictions as to the goals of the international bankers; their goal has always been to dominate all governments, and he knew this nation would be under constant attack from their subversive tactics. Thomas Jefferson foresaw, “This is the tendency of all human governments: A departure from the principle becomes a precedent for a second (principle); that second for a third (principle); and so on, till the bulk of society is reduced to mere automatons of misery, to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering…” That about sums up our decadent society! “And the fore horse of this frightful team is public debt. Taxation follows that, and in its train wretchedness and oppression.” Who else could have a stranglehold on our Federal Government other than these international bankers? If their power were ever taken away from them, there would have been a great war against them… how else could their power have been reduced? Of course we know, the power of the international bankers has grown exponentially over time- and so we’re alive now at the pinnacle of their achievements… and height of our danger. President Jefferson predicted, “If the American People ever allow private banks to control the issue of their money, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around (the banks), will deprive the people of their property until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.” Well, a private bank has controlled the issue of our currency for nearly a century, and we’re nearing the globalist/international bankers crowning achievement. What can result other than their total control over all property and money? We are truly in dire straights.
Through groups such as the Bilderbergs, the Counsel on Foreign Relations, and David Rockefeller’s Trilateral Commission, the wealthiest men of the earth have joined together to command every aspect of our lives. Through their control of education and mass media, they’ve promoted decadence of all sorts. In my school they taught us the theory of evolution during fifth grade; they were mandated federally to teach eleven year olds that they came from monkeys! The fact is, a system of self-governance is only operable when people follow a code of ethics- erode the conscience of our nation, and it will implode. This is the reason Christianity has given way to false churches which claim to be Christian; this is the reason MTV constantly shows men kissing; it’s also the reason the media shows men to be concerned exclusively with fornication, and the reason women are mostly shown cheating on their mates. All of this contributes to the decay of the family- leaving sole loyalty to a corrupt system of government. Author of Common Sense, Thomas Paine noticed, “A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right.” Add to the equation a sixty-hour workweek and the people are enslaved without the sloppiness of physical shackles. Thomas Jefferson said it well: “Our liberty cannot be guarded but by the freedom of the press, nor that be limited without danger of losing it.” The solution for the bankers to overcome freedom of the press: consolidate until we can count the media corporations on one hand.
The idea that we are so civilized is absurd! As a world, we’ve descended to a level of decadence likely thought impossible in past centuries! It seems ironic to me that as technology increases, society has suffered a meltdown. “Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day,” again, Jefferson. We have made great strides to this end- our numbers continue to grow- the world has reached a state so destitute that people are taking initiative to discover the truth. Citizens have grown tired of the ‘news’ and are turning to alternative media. A full page add ran in the Washington Post for Fromthewilderness.com, which mentioned a dozen other news sites. It’s the old analogy of a hand around one’s neck- as the grip tightens, a reaction is imminent. As Alex Jones says, “We’re on the march, the Empire is on the run!” To those who will not stand up for future generations of Americans, Samuel Adams spoke thus, “If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you; May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”
John Dickinson realized, “We have counted the costs of this contest, and find nothing so dreadful as voluntary slavery. Honor, justice, and humanity forbid us tamely to surrender that freedom which we received from our gallant ancestors, and which our innocent posterity have a right to receive from us.” The Founding Fathers advise us to fight! They advise us to stand up against tyranny- of course, after all peaceful routes have been exercised. Though, if the spirit of these valiant men had always been present in this nation, we wouldn’t be facing this current predicament… they would have never let things get this bad!
I will not be a slave! I will not see the new generation of my family be as slaves! The only way to prevent this slavery is to defeat these international bankers who’ve nurtured themselves as parasites on Americans and the world for hundreds of years. They are but a few dozen men tormenting the earth, and all the technology in the world cannot defeat us if the men who’ve sold their souls would just steal them back by standing up for what’s right. There may not be a better creed than Jefferson’s, “I swear upon the altar of God, eternal hostility to every form of tyranny over the mind of man.” The reality of the situation is also best summed up by him, “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” It’s a shame that sick and corrupted men have brought this upon the people of the world, and we can only hope a solution will arise before all peaceful attempts have been exhausted.
Americans, people of faith and conscience, and U.S. soldiers- we must stand up to these globalists before it’s too late. They believe the earth is their possession! We must prove them wrong! In the immortal words of George Washington, “Let us therefore animate and encourage each other, and show the world that a free man, contending for his liberty on his own ground, is superior to any slavish mercenary on earth.”
from the Past By Randy Lavello


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