Krieger’s wheels were turning. He had known for several years that Mauricio had access to this information. “So, you’re telling me you can put together chronological emails, texts, actual cellular audio recordings and so forth, and in sequence, so they can be taken to a judge to indict the deep-staters?”
Mauricio smiled at this positive reception from Krieger. “Exactly. The evidence we can attain would be irrefutable. I just need the authority, and a small team we can trust. We must do this without anyone knowing. These globalists will only fall when the special ops and military refuse to protect them. Believe me, there are others like us who are ready. We finally see our opportunity with this President… it could be the only opportunity we ever have, and we know it.”
Krieger liked the idea. “Do you have anyone in mind?”
“I do, sir.”
“Good. I also have a person or two in mind who should be able to help,” Krieger responded. He wanted Mauricio to start immediately. “We’ll set up interviews. We won’t tell them exactly what the assignment is until they accept, and when we do, we’ll monitor every move they make and restrict their travel. They’ll work in a totally secure location. I’ll arrange that. This will be above top secret.”
Mauricio smiled, but in his heart, he had a deep sense of hope. “Understood, sir.”
Krieger nodded and turned towards the door. Then, grabbing the handle, he slowly turned back with a genuine smile and said, “Mauricio… thanks.”
With that, Krieger abruptly turned, opened the door and went down the hall. He had a plane to catch.
Chapter 22
The sound of Gabby’s clicking heels echoed down the marble hallway of the White House as she and Madison walked swiftly towards the situation room. Madison, who was dressed in a very professional, though fitted, navy-blue suit with a white blouse, noticed a guard’s eyes tracking Gabby’s bouncing breasts. She thought, even in times of crisis men will be men.
Gabby kept her eyes fixed straight ahead as she said, “Thanks for coming back, Madison.”
“I was only across town. If you hadn’t called me, I would have called you,” Madison replied.
It had been two days since either of them had seen Krieger.
Gabby explained, “The president will be here in a few minutes. Colonel Krieger just flew in and has the files that confirm what you were told.”
* * *
George had spent the day talking with other heads of state and with his economic advisors. When he walked into the room, greetings of, “Mr. President,” resonated around.
George obviously did not display his usual uplifting demeanor.
He walked to his seat, and briefly looked down with a furrowed brow before looking up and saying, “Let’s dispense with the formalities. Gabby told me there was something you thought I should know about tonight.”
Madison sensed his tension; she nodded and began. “Yes, Mr. President. Colonel Krieger and I have been able to uncover information that we believe you need to know about.” She glanced at Krieger and back to the President. “Mr. President, Colonel Krieger insisted that you have this information tonight.”
George’s eyes narrowed slightly. His lips pressed together. He glanced at Krieger, who wasn’t one to overstate the criticality of a situation.
Madison continued. “We’ll give you some history about the Federal Reserve to show you what we’re up against and how we got to where we are today.”
George had a passing thought about his day and asked, “How could this happen?”
Madison responded. “This situation has been building for a long time.”
George cut her short in mid thought, “I don’t mean that, I meant …” Suddenly recognizing that he had cut her off abruptly, and had used a tone he reserved for those less loyal, George lowered his shoulders ever so slightly and cocked his head. He softened his tone and said, “I’m sorry, Madison. I had my mind on other things. You’re right, we should understand the background to know what we’re dealing with… please.”
His manner and open palmed gesture settled Madison. Her cautious expression faded, and her normal poised delivery returned. “As I said, this goes back even further than I was aware of. We found documentation in the Presidential archives before 1900. Actually, let me read what I found. It takes us back to 1895 and uh, this was an attack on the United States, organized by London and by Morgan. The goal was to force the US off the gold standard by buying up all the gold that was in the banking, the backing of the US dollar. At the height of the crisis there was a meeting between Grover Cleveland and Morgan.5 It’s a matter of record that Morgan clearly said, ‘London and I demand to control the US public debt. If you do that, we’ll stop attacking the dollar, but if you don’t, we’ll wreck the dollar and we’ll cause a depression and that will be the end of you.’”6
Madison addressed George. “To put this into context, John Pierpont Morgan was best known as JP Morgan, and was a banker who dominated corporate finance consolidation. His biggest coup was the banking consolidation.”
Gabby questioned, “So, the economy was entering a recession, when the President found out that several extremely wealthy families were purposely attacking the United States economy?”
Madison affirmed. “Absolutely. In the interest of time we won’t get into the details here, but what is notable is that these families threatened the President, saying that if he didn’t take their money and pay what, at the time, was an exorbitant interest rate, they would force the country into a depression. By the way, it had become clear that interest rates to these extremely wealthy families were a method to extort money and funnel it to themselves! Well, the president finally gave in and they paid these families with tax money from our middle class.”
George looked around the table. “I wasn’t aware of anything going back that far.”
Madison hadn’t been either, until today. “It does, and there’s more.”
She paused for a moment and briefly looked at eyes around the room before fixing on Gabby and then Adam, saying, “Remember when we were in ‘The Old Place’ on the estate in Pennsylvania, and I told you about the sinister way the Federal Reserve was put together?”
Adam nodded and Gabby joined and said emphatically, “I remember.”
“Well, let me tell you what led up to that point… why Morgan was so desperate.”
Now it was Adam who looked around the room, intrigued, before refocusing on Madison.
Madison, who hadn’t sat down, began to pace as she spoke. “Did you know that JP Morgan of the JP Morgan Chase bank was the financial tycoon who financed the Titanic?”
“What?” George probed.
“It’s true,” Madison said and then thought to herself, wait until he hears this. “Morgan not only financed the Titanic… but because of the magnitude of the money involved and the significance of the venture, he was very hands-on with all phases of the project. During the design and construction of the Titanic, he aggressively cut costs in order to maximize his personal profits. It was well documented that he continuously disregarded the advice of experts on the number of life boats the ship required. In addition to this, against the advice of the best engineers, he used iron instead of steel. He totally disregarded the explanations that iron becomes brittle when it gets cold.” She paused. “In the frigid waters of the North Atlantic, the warnings of those engineers came to fruition. As we all know, the Titanic sank at 2:20am on April 15, 1912.”
Those around the table were all leaning forward, spellbound. This was like something out of a movie, but a movie that they’d never heard of.
Madison continued. “As the months passed, Morgan was not only reeling from the loss of the ship, he was besieged by law suits, many of which submitted into evidence written warnings from engineers about the brittleness of the ship in the cold seas of the North Atlantic. With copies of these letters being used as
evidence, along with written notes from meetings before and during construction, Morgan was caught.” Madison stopped, faced George. “He used every trick in the book to get out of paying everything due, including his usual huge bribes. When that failed, he pretended to be an advocate for stricter maritime laws. After it was all over, he had taken a devastating financial hit. He was looking for a way to pay these people off and recoup his money, but he needed something big, and he had learned his lesson. According to family records, he was panicked and desperate about the possibility of losing his wealth, so he wanted something without risk.”
Madison got an unusually cold look in her eyes. She stopped walking and turned, putting her hands on the table. “Desperate men take desperate measures. It’s said that, out of necessity, creativity is born… some say evil is born! It was from this incident that Morgan devised the idea of getting the government to enforce paying him with tax money from the people of the country. He thought the most constant thing in life was taxes, and every government needed taxes and the US government had military might. He planned to use the US government’s military as the enforcer, so he could stay removed from any direct collections.”
John linked things together. “That’s why the IRS and the first 1040 Income tax form appeared in 1913!”
Madison confirmed with a nod. “Absolutely, and that’s why the IRS is armed and enforces taking money with their guns. As far as we know, Wilson and Morgan were talking as early as early 1913, and there are indications that it was most likely earlier.”
George looked at Adam. “They moved quickly.”
Madison again nodded in affirmation. “There’s even a letter from Morgan to the president, stating that the war could be a tremendous opportunity.”
“Opportunity?” Gabby cried out.
Madison wanted to keep the story moving. “These aren’t choir boys we’re talking about. They tried to get the idea of a central bank through Congress and to get public support, but the country wasn’t having any of it. Wilson tried different titles a few times, but still no one wanted a central bank. People weren’t that gullible. So, in desperation, Wilson and his cohorts changed the name to the Federal Reserve. The name ‘Federal’ was key. As we all know, it’s not Federal, and it’s sure not a reserve.
“Then, just as Congress was leaving for Christmas, Wilson and Morgan sent secret messages to a few loyalists, telling them to stay in Washington. In exchange, these men were allegedly paid handsomely in advance for what they were about to do. On December 23, 1913, after most of the senators had left town, only the bribed senators remained. The huge sums that were paid made those families wealthy for generations to come.”
“Where’d they get the money to pay them off?” Adam asked.
Madison took a deep breath. “Wilson was put into the White House by a consortium of bankers and robber barons, including Warburgs, Rockefellers, Morgans, Schiffs, Kahns, Harrimands and Europe’s Rothchilds, who wanted private control of America’s money supply. Together, these families had plenty of money. This is why we need campaign refinancing laws, but that’s a story for another day.
“In return, Morgan would have his Bank or Federal Reserve bank bill passed, which would not only save his fortune, it would set his family up as one of the most financially powerful aristocratic families for generations, actually centuries, to come. The mountain of corruption around the bill would lie undiscovered.
“Today these same men own the banks that now, in addition to having a steady flow of tax money at virtually no risk to them, use the IRS, financing systems, taxes and marketing as a means to take people’s hard-earned money away from them. Behind the scenes, they support tax increases on the middle class and don’t want a flat tax, even on those who make over a million dollars a year, because they’d have to pay their fair share instead of using loopholes designed for themselves. Many of us are aware that some of their trusts are tax exempt.”
John commented, “I seem to remember some facts about how few taxes these people pay, but the exact numbers escape me.”
“We’re trying to get some examples,” Madison said. “But it’s a lot harder now that wealthy globalists control the media. Before they owned the media, some of that was exposed. You won’t find that reported anywhere today. For example, in a newspaper article somewhere around 1970, it was disclosed that, the Rockefellers pay practically no income taxes despite their vast wealth. The article reveals that one of the Rockefellers paid the grand total of $685 personal income tax.”7
Gabby proclaimed, “I can see why they took over control of the media.”
Heads nodded around the room. Most of them knew these families owned controlling interests in the entire US media and controlled the information war with fake news, which had helped them control much of the voting for decades.
Madison’s lips tightened and she continued. “Today, the dollar is worth about ninety-six percent less than when the Federal Reserve started!”
* * *
After some brief conversation surrounding this figure, Madison looked at Krieger as if to ask if he was ready.
Krieger nodded once.
Madison, speaking a little louder to silence the murmuring around the room, said, “Mr. President, I think you need to see what Colonel Krieger has.”
Krieger, who was seated at the far end of the table, stood as Madison took her seat. He walked up and put his heavy hand on the empty chair at the opposite end of the table from George. Krieger’s commanding presence needed no punctuation.
“Mr. President, what you’re about to see is a compilation of top-secret information and interviews conducted by local news channels, most of which were immediately confiscated and never made national news. What I’m about to show you is a top-secret documentary, compiled in the aftermath of the Kennedy assassination.”
Chapter 23
Meanwhile, The Cleric sipped his tea to lessen the chill of the slightly damp basement of the estate. Being underground with the concrete walls and small windows sound proofed was safer. With their electronic devices in the secure insulated metal lock-box, they felt free to talk.
The Cleric was pleased with the situation. “The operations are performing quite admirably. We’re flooding the US border, and there’s practically no way they can do any screening.”
The senator acknowledged the cleric. “You’ve done a great job.”
Morgenthau, one of the descendants of the famed banking family called the house of Morgan, simply listened. He knew this cleric was getting much of his money and direction from a fellow banking family patriarch, Rothmayer.
The Cleric refused the praise. “I am just a humble servant. It’s Mr. Sordid and his friends who deserve most of the credit.”
Morgenthau understood the money funneled from Rothmayer to Sordid, who gave it to The Cleric.
The Senator understood the power structure and the players. The Senator was the minority leader and had been in politics for almost fifty years. He also made his money from the globalists who rewarded him for his role in funneling money to them, and that typically meant spending more, which increased the money they made on interest. In return, it was the Senator who was instrumental in initiating the now customary five percent kickback that politicians received. It was a win-win for them.
The senator asked, “Are you seeing any resistance once they’re here, or is everything still flowing?” He was obviously referring to the new administration trying to do everything it could to stop giving money to illegal aliens. If this was happening, the senator would get some of his legal people involved and bring it to a halt.
The Cleric was soft spoken, as usual. “Everything is working as it should. We’re setting them up in cities and we get them on the government’s payroll, so we don’t have to fund them. We mail them voter registration cards and absentee ballots and tell them who to vote for. You can relax; it’s all still working as it should.�
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Then The Cleric asked, “Your plans with our mutual supporters are proceeding well, my friend?” He was referring to the senator having just got back from meeting with Sordid in London. The question obviously referred to the attack on the currency and the economy that they were orchestrating, to force the administration directly into their hands. This was important, because The Cleric’s main role and responsibility was to stir civil unrest and insecurity, so the public clamored for help and relief.
The senator nodded. “Yes, the business is proceeding as planned.” Knowing they had moved faster than they had anticipated on creating financial havoc, he added, “Are we moving a little quickly? The stock market is going down, and we understand we’re applying more pressure than we had hoped we’d need to.”
The Cleric nodded and said, “I understand. This President isn’t easily persuaded. He’s making it difficult. But we are ready when you need us.”
Neither Sordid nor the senator were happy with the state of the uncloaking that the President had managed to make public. They had spoken about it when the senator was over in London.
The senator explained. “There’s no other choice. At this point we have to keep taking the economy down until the president capitulates.” Emphasizing with a little more clarity in his tone, he added, “He’s compiling information on many of our middle level people. We need to keep the momentum going before they begin to implicate some of our close allies. The more people he moves on, and the more he declassifies, the more the public will be on his side — and the greater our risk becomes.”
They both knew that taking down the stock market and the value of the dollar was the last resort. The senator had confirmed for the cleric that they were going to continue the takedown until the president succumbed. If they didn’t, they would be exposed and they both knew that hundreds and, most likely, a few thousand deep state loyalists within the government would be unmasked by those who didn’t want to go to jail. They both knew that the president had started offering plea deals to those willing to cooperate.
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