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by David M Burke


  Torrijos read the fine print and saw through the ruse. The deal would eventually put enough debt on Panama that the default clauses would kick in, and the globalists, not Panama, would own the Panama Canal.

  Torrijos mirrored the President of Ecuador’s sentiments and findings in a television broadcast to his country. He would not cave into the globalist demands and outlined his plan to self-finance the initiative, and use Japanese companies to upgrade the canal, agreeing to keep trade with the United States and all other countries open. The only thing that was changing, was he and his country would finance it themselves and pay Japanese companies as they went, so eventually Panama would be among one of the richest and freest countries in the world. This move not only allowed Panama to be independently wealthy, it didn’t allow the globalist bankers to make money on interest or eventually own Panama, and they wouldn’t even make money through the construction through their huge company Bechtel, who they proposed would do all of the construction work.

  Torrijos had his first inkling that something was wrong when the United States media did not broadcast even a suggestion of his television broadcast. He immediately increased his security.

  Two months later, on July 31,1981, Omar Torrijos died in a plane crash caused by a similar device that had been used in Ecuador.

  The globalists struck again in South America, where they took down a jet carrying another leader who had defied the globalist takeover of his country.

  Then, in 1989, on December 20th, when most people in the United States were on Christmas vacation and focused on family, the globalists had their man Bush in place, and the United States attacked Panama with the largest airborne assault on a single city in fifty years, coinciding with special forces on the ground taking out any resistance that was left in a government that would not bow to globalist financial demands. The deep state CIA military even kept the red cross and all medical relief out of the city for three days while bulldozers driven by globalist-controlled UN personnel from other countries buried bodies and other evidence. By that time, the US media was taking their talking points directly from their globalist bosses as they began filtering out facts. The narratives were false and the few who questioned the stories on air soon learned there were new rules to play by; either follow the rules or lose your job. It was the dawn of a new age of using the media as a weapon to aid in economic warfare.

  About a year later, President Bush launched five hundred thousand US troops against Saddam, who made the mistake of invading oil-rich Kuwait. Little did the US public realize that Saddam had followed the same mistakes as the other leaders in South America. Leading up to the US invasion, the globalists had been working with Saddam to undertake a massive developmental project on the Tigris and Euphrates rivers that flowed through Iraq. There was little knowledge of the long-term plan to develop these rivers, but the plan encompassed massive economic trade, power companies and privatizing the valuable waterways and water supply for the entire region. It would represent a vast windfall of money. Expansive economic plans showed infrastructure being developed throughout Iraqi. Trade barriers were being developed to be put into place in the US so the businesses would flood to their privately-owned land with infrastructure financed by the globalists. The transfer of more businesses from the US to Iraq would happen in droves. That was the plan.

  Saddam listened for a few years and then, when the deal was finally drafted, he read the fine print. It was a financial trap. He decided he would not sell out his country to eventual ownership by the globalists.

  If he hadn’t invaded Kuwait, Bush would have had to come up with another excuse to take him out.

  As for their part, The Shadow had quietly eliminated several proponents to globalist agendas, each of which the US media portrayed as being assassinated at the hands of Saddam.

  After the removal of Saddam, the Bush administration awarded the infrastructure rebuilding to the globalist-controlled company of the Bechtel Group out of liberal San Francisco, as well as Halliburton, of which Vice President Cheney was once the CEO. They were awarded billions for infrastructure rebuilding.

  The Shadow was not surprised when Obama and Clinton let ISIS take over Iraq again and destroy much of this infrastructure. It was then rebuilt by the same globalist-controlled groups again, at the expense of the American taxpayer.

  The Shadow and Sasha began to realize that these globalists were in the process of doing the same thing to the United States from within. It was then that they joined forces to fight the globalists.

  After Brooks retired, he and Sasha had their way of doing business. When they needed someone to orchestrate their missions, someone with wealth, power and influence, someone separated from the government though someone who also realized what was happening to the middle class and who wanted the middle class of America to survive, there was one likely choice. A choice from The Shadow’s past he could trust. Ferraro was that wild card.

  * * *

  Sasha watched Brooks, who looked around and paid close attention to every detail of everything around Sasha. The utensils and condiments were placed in exactly the proper spots. That was their authentication. Sasha’s body position, feet, elbows and the slight pitch to his head gave final verification that the coast was clear. They were free to talk.

  After a long conversation, Brooks was assured he’d get everything he needed. Except one thing that he wanted to ask Sasha about.

  “There’s one more thing I need,” Brooks added.

  Sasha smiled and his left brow rose. “I thought there might be.”

  “I need to get through security at a globalist stronghold, and I’ll be in a position where I’ll have to go in with others, so I need to walk right in through their scanners. I need access technology. Can you get me an identification badge?”

  Sasha’s shaking head wasn’t a welcome response. “Even we can’t get you that kind of identification. They use combined technologies. It’s information strips embedded into an extremely high-tech screen-printing technology with a variety of ultra violet inks and coatings over a portion that’s a three-dimensional lenticular technology. We don’t have that kind of equipment.”

  “Who does?” Brooks asked.

  “The only place that does is hidden in a small industrial complex here on the east coast.”

  “I’m guessing it’s privately owned?” Brooks questioned.

  “Affirmative,” Sasha said. “It’s foreign owned, French and another company, I forget who. They transferred ownership a few years ago. I don’t keep up with that stuff. They make all of the identification for the highest-ranking people in our government… and I mean the highest. They make the identification badges for generals, for anyone receiving access to the White House, Langley, you name it, they make it.”

  “It figures. They’re a globalist-controlled company?”

  “Of course. The only way you’re going to get in wherever you’re going is by getting one of those badges. I’m afraid that the protocols and security in that building are almost impenetrable. You’d never get the clearance and, if you did, there’d be a leak.” Sasha let that sink in and added, “Unless you had the highest authority, you’ll never get authorized and even if you did, it wouldn’t be completed in time.”

  “Why’s that? Brooks asked.”

  “It takes days to make badges from start to finish,” Sasha said.

  The comment Sasha made about the highest authority resonated with Brooks. If it took the highest authority, then that’s what he’d get. After all, that was who he was going to be there to protect.

  Chapter 44

  “Where are we going?” Mauricio asked.

  “The President wants to see you,” Krieger said as they briskly strode down the marbled hall of the White House.

  Mauricio stopped in his tracks. Just yesterday Krieger had told him about this new assignment. They were in Washington for less than a day, no
w the president wanted to see him.

  “Don’t worry, it’s good,” Krieger said, then he nodded a ‘let’s go’ as he regained the pace. “We’ve got a small window of time, and that’s all.”

  Moments later, Mauricio nervously entered the Oval Office. The president approached.

  George extended his hand and said, “I wanted to personally thank you for showing us how to tap into the NSA database and uncover all the electronic information on the deep state.”

  Mauricio calmed as the president firmly shook his hand.

  The president continued. “We’re taking the evidence to the compromised members of Congress and giving them the option to either retire or be prosecuted. My opinion is that we’ll see record numbers of retirees this year.”

  Mauricio was aware of some recent retirees. Most had announced that they were going to retire to spend time with their families. Now he understood the real reason.

  The always eloquent and well-spoken Mauricio was gracious. “Thank you, Mr. President. I’m only doing my part. The team is uncovering the information.”

  The president knew Mauricio still had his hands on the team and added, “Well, your part made this all possible.” The president smiled broadly at Mauricio, thinking to himself, Son if you only knew how important it is to get some of these people out now. “It was the crucial piece we needed to get the ball rolling … Speaking of getting the ball rolling, I know you two have a few huge endeavors to undertake. I wanted to take this opportunity to say that your country is counting on you to be successful on all accounts. All of this needs to work together for us to be successful.”

  “Thank you, sir,” Mauricio said, and he could read the president’s body posture. Their window was closing, it was time to go.

  Walking down the hall, Mauricio got a call from Melissa.

  She said, “Sir, it’s The Cleric again, he’s here.”

  Mauricio knew what he was about to say would irritate Krieger. “Your friend’s back,” Mauricio said.

  “The Cleric?” Krieger scowled.

  Mauricio nodded, then he listened to Melissa. “We’ve picked up one of the cell phones we know he’s using, and he contacted Sordid.” Mauricio slowed his walk.

  Melissa continued. “They agreed to start insurrection here in Boston during the demonstration… Your hunch was correct, sir.”

  Mauricio was relieved that, although he had crews watching several cities, he had chosen Boston as the place for Melissa to be stationed. At the same time, he was anxious.

  Krieger felt a surge of adrenalin go through his body when he heard Mauricio tell Melissa, “You know who to contact. Tell him game on.”

  Mauricio and Melissa both knew he was talking about Ferraro.

  They all knew that Ferraro had his team assembled and was ready waiting for the call.

  After filling the Dons in on Adam’s ultimatum, the Mafia families knew Krieger had them by the short hairs. It was risky, though the reward outweighed the risk. The benefits Krieger had pointed out could drastically enhance their territory, which had been taken by well-funded and connected foreigners over the past two decades.

  The private plane was waiting for Ferraro and his team. The only thing they needed was a destination, and now Melissa would provide that. Ferraro would fly to Boston while he alerted the Dons to be ready in the other cities.

  * * *

  An hour later, across the street at Krieger’s office, he and Mauricio sat at the conference table with Dr. Roy Hemmele, the expert on EMPs and a myriad of other similar technologies.

  Hemmele sat forward, his hands clasped. “There isn’t really anything else I can do right now,” he said, “so I’ll just stay available, unless there’s something else you need me to do.”

  Krieger looked at Mauricio, and said, “We appreciate it, Doctor. No there’s nothing else… Unless you know how to fool state of the art radar.”

  Something inside Krieger made him say it out loud. He and Mauricio were planning their mission and knew there was a high likelihood of a few of the ships being tracked. He took a long shot, not expecting the doctor to be able to help.

  Hemmele looked up across the desk at Krieger. “How crucial is this… whatever you’re doing?”

  Krieger wasn’t going to let Hemmele leave Washington anyway, so Krieger said, “The country falling into globalist hands is at stake.”

  That was all Hemmele needed to know. The scientist was a patriot at heart. He looked directly at Krieger. “There is a device that may be able to do that. It’s not meant for that, but its basic technology makes it plausible.”

  Krieger enthusiastically slapped his desk in a rare show of emotion. He said to Dr. Hemmele, “Let’s go get it.”

  Hemmele laughed. “You don’t go get it. You have to go to it.”

  Chapter 45

  Two groups of patriots had each worked tirelessly for two weeks. They were independent of each other. Both groups needed to succeed in order for the country to be of-by-and-for the people again.

  One was a large multi-faceted group, comprised of all branches of the military. They were working at a large military base, building, training, rehearsing, and making modifications to equipment and vehicles. Even a submarine was being given some last-minute enhancement for the mission.

  The other team was the economic team working in Washington. They had been quarantined to a secure floor of a hotel. They met, ate and even slept there. No one left. Their communications with the outside world were monitored closely. They didn’t mind, that’s what they’d volunteered for. Sound scrambling technology made it impossible for the deep state or anyone else to listen in on them. They had been focusing on economic issues of the country.

  The team decided that their first step would be to diagram the current state of the economy. With input from key team members, they had quickly agreed that the solution to most of the problems in the country was the ability for the working middle class to gain and accumulate wealth. There were many reasons for it.

  They had diagramed the key inputs to a prosperous middle class. When members of the group categorized the effect of all the inputs, the facts were undeniable. The exercise helped align the entire team on a common purpose. The analysis had shown them that the monetary policies, taxes and banking were taking the majority of the hard-earned wealth of the average American. Add these to artificial trade barriers and other things that made doing business in the US more expensive, and those were the real problems.

  After they completed their current state analysis, they briefed the president and vice president. This briefing wasn’t to outline solutions, that would come later. George had requested it as a check in point. The agenda was to let him and Adam know what the team believed they needed to work on, and why. George and Adam also thought that if the team wasn’t going to focus on an area that they believed it needed to focus on, they would take that opportunity to add that area of focus to their efforts.

  The economic team had voted for Haley, an owner of an actuarial firm, and Szegda, an eccentric millionaire, to make the two-hour briefing to the president, vice president and Madison.

  After outlining the weaponizing of the government, banking, monetary and legal system as primary drivers of the middle class’s inability to work for and build wealth, they told the three of them why they believed that and went into some of the history.

  They explained that it all led back to the fact that the country had vast resources which belonged to the people. Those resources could easily be the assets behind the financial systems that could be and should be owned by the citizens of the country. That was the founder’s intent.

  Instead, private families, most notably the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, Goldman Sachs, Lehmans and Kuhn Loebs, Warburgs of Germany, Lazards of France and Israel Moses Serifs, had monopolized banking in the United States and across the globe. They had infiltrated governme
nts, and recently militaries, to ensure more control. The banking business had turned into one where it printed and distributed paper to sell as currency, while banking families were secretly taking all of the real money, the gold, silver and other precious metals for themselves, setting them up as the ruling class forever.

  Then when it came to getting into the details, Haley did most of the talking. Presenting facts in an easily understandable way was his forte. He had started with a simple pareto bar chart of who held the wealth; the diagram showed that the people’s wealth had somehow been taken from them and transferred to the elites.

  Haley made Madison, the president and Adam realize that these families, not the United States of America, were the wealthiest and most powerful entity on the planet. He laid out several of their shell companies and trusts which showed that the Rothchild’s are worth over 100 trillion dollars94 and the information was over ten years old, so that number would be much higher today.

  Haley pointed to a few posters taped on the walls with printing too small to read from their seats and explained that the top four families in banking were called the four horsemen, and the four horsemen of banking were among the top 10 stockholders of virtually every Fortune 500 Corporation,3 in addition to owning the Federal Reserve and other central banks around the globe. With this knowledge, the president and Adam understood why large corporations often sided with the globalist agenda.

  Luckily, this team in Washington was diversified. A few knew how the central banking cartel was made up of about fifteen or sixteen banks. They included the Royal Bank of Scotland, HSBC, which was the Old Hong Kong Shanghai bank, Lloyds Bank, the Bank of America, Citicorp, JP Morgan Chase of course, UPS, Crediscris, Deutschbank, the Royal Bank of Canada, and a few others. He outlined how they pretended they were are all competing entities, though many had the same owners and, in recent times, had more closely aligned as one, acting as an oligopoly.

 

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