The great man, the Emperor God Donald Trump, Saviour of Nothing and The House of the Grand Casino. Running numbers on Trumps roulette wheel may seem a great bet when you have the luxury of unlimited resources and are playing for leisure as a tax payer. I remember reading Trumps famous book, which I put down after page 1, because I got what the book was about. It was about the nothing that is the brand name Trump. Trump, rhymes with flump, dump and crump which about sums him up, from what he offered in his most famous book, at the very least. I actually think I may have got to page 2, but re-read the first paragraph and put it down, as I didn’t want to catch that infection. Other than I can’t think of any significant contribution that he’s made to anyone’s life in particular?
I’d joined Trump University at the time you see. I’d just learned about how to download from torrent sites, and found the book conveniently floating there. Now, I’m not saying, just because, the book was conveniently floating in hyperspace that it was all some cockamaney deal to rope idiots in and get them to part with their hard earned cash to, the then “Dean”, or whatever he was called of Trump University. He didn’t look like a Trump, nor was named as Trump, he was a Hawaiin as I recall. I did continue on with being an avid downloader from torrent sites though, even though this blind alley of Trump University led to a dead end, I knew there was more I could piece together from the torrent sites, but that’s another story for another day. Link, link, link.
I remember one time I downloaded a three hour long lecture on marketing strategies. I was quite excited to learn about how to structure template plans for promoting the many business ideas floating around in my head at the time, such as sustainable and genuinely eco-friendly villages. Where the Solar panelling of the hobbit styled dwellings could power for free all amenities. The vertical farming practices to make plenty of food for everyone, for free, and no cash required, as the ethic in education would be to work together to create necessities. It seemed the, as it does now, a very nice idyllic way to cohabit, and I wanted to use as a springboard for exporting the idea all over. As, at the time, late 90’s, the world to me appeared very much lacking in a sustainable direction. How naive was I?
So here I was then, rejecting the work of Trump, whose university idea seemed to me not more than a croc. Him being a multi-billionaire running a sham university, this is the conclusion I’d drawn after assessing the pros and cons, and I’ve worked on several multi-billion pound projects in my years in the construction industry. The sham Liverpool One project, which decimated the the lifeblood of the City and brought to light how far the thieving alien Jewish mafia had dug their claws in on the backend of highly dubious drug waves. Link, link, link.
Now, I’m not saying all marketing these days is heavily laden with hypnotic tags and catchphrases that advertising companies have spent trillions honing, as not everyone can afford the luxuries of such measures. No, what we’re living in, and this was so well put in the Foreword by a former FBI Agent who managed to get not one, but two sex slaves out of the clutches of the “Governmental Administration” people, we’re starve of information, we’re in an information drought. Cathy O’Brien and her daughter were both induced using Ocean Monarch mind control techniques developed at Stanford Institute and finely tuned from the university networks around the globe. Honed to such a degree as to warrant claims of unethical use, as had been claimed before with such connected an association as the Sociopathic Zio-Marxist Frankfurt School.
When the download was complete and I put it on to watch, I was hugely disappointed that it was a terrible Jewish presenter of such low class that I couldn’t go on, after he’d started his opening gambit with “just say anything, you don’t have to care”. I actually did care, I was serious, more fool me, that an actual chance existed that a man could be measured by the content of his character, how naive was I? I was so naive, but I soon savvied up and have been savvying up ever since, and not without trips. There are trips, traps and pitfalls littered everywhere, because Money has become the “New God” of society at large and the pursuit of it akin to religious fanaticism. Even drug fuelled and vanity driven, with envy behind the curtain creating this artificial type of toxic environment that no-one really wants to be in, but it’s sold as cool. Therefore warrants merits, as you simply won’t get on in the Jewish ran pond life circuit.
I’m a grown man, and I grew up near the crop fields enough to know what horseshit is when I smell it. Link. So with Trump, I did have my suspicions up, but with the desperate state of the US currently and with some pointing in certain directions by friends, I decided to climb aboard The Trump Train to see where that was headed. Well, off we choo-chooed and straight to oblivion it was with Trump having endorsed the political head of the Jewish mafia and gatekeeper of the criminal hideout Israel, Benjamin Netenyaho. So, it wasn’t exactly off to a good start from the get go. I kept posting it around, and as shocked as people told me they were, still they said what can we do? Link.
It’s literally been downhill all the way. I mean, come on it’s a no brainer, he can’t beat Hillary in debates, when the whole country knows she needs a short rope from a high platform for treason and sabotage. He has to be complicit, there’s no other way. He’s as phoney as baloney and reminds me of a young Richard Bandler who is a Jewish NLP “Guru” who has a very jaded past and all indicators from my research lead me to conclude he’s Mossad in covert operations to corporatise people into believing life is something it isn’t. The service based industry crackpot notion of how to exist is a wholly lunatic endeavour that even a five year old could see will starve the world, as it has been doing for eons. Now, I never professed to being wholly ruled by conscience, it’s a folly to think that we can, though we can aspire to it through the any teachings of it by great men who’ve left us their legacies to uphold. I’m finding I’m learning, and I’m sure others are too, isn’t this the real goal, to learn how to be?
The thing that strikes me the most about life’s paradoxes is that many of them have been placed there deliberately and are not there as a natural outgrowth of the existence of man on this planet. It’s a bully system where might is right and the despots are held in high esteem by crackpot medias who feed the beast like goons feeding animals at the zoo. The sign clearly says “No feeding the animals” but the braindead see that as a way of entertainment, because they’re not aware of the rat run they’re in and therefore miss the glory of life that is all around waiting to be discovered and shared and not manipulating the caged and less fortunate. The most annoying parts are that people have given up hope in the creativity of their own imaginations and are proving themselves dependent on other people’s illusions. You can’t serve two masters. We’re simply not designed that way.
Working together with benevolent people who accept our input as valuable is something of beauty, and I wish people to live this way. I just don’t see this with incompetrump. He’s not useless, obviously, but he is in tow. He’s not thriving from his own well spring of inspired love of the arts, he’s just some smuck from Queens who the continuing Bolshevik revolution has chosen to be their man, pitted against a has been drug running sexual deviant, and not that he isn’t. It’s well known that we’re creatures of habit, so while the fun and games of politics keep people mesmerised by the clown like antics. There are actually real positions on the chess board being manipulated in the bee hive of power struggles that EVERYONE is involved in, whether they like it or not. – “You may not be interested in politics, but politics is definitely interested in you.” – springs to mind.
Where’s the spiritual uplift, those feelings as a child that drive you to things, and not those fake feelings that you took on board because you thought they were true. It’s time to realise who we are, and why we are here for getting the true value of living in return for our existence, and not throwing pearls to swines, so to speak. Link.
Professor Marvel – Snake oil salesman.
The following detailed background on billionaire real estate developer, TV personality, author and GOP presidential candidate Donald J. Trump comes courtesy of an excerpt from Michael Collins Piper’s book, The New Jerusalem: Zionist Power in America, which was published in 2004 by AMERICAN FREE PRESS.
By Michael Collins Piper
An inquiry into the background of flamboyant American entrepreneur Donald J. Trump provides some surprising insights into Trump’s path to power and influence, for the fact is that Trump’s rise to stardom came as a direct consequence of his having functioned as hardly more than a colorful front man for some very wealthy behind-the-scenes sponsors.
Everyone knows, of course, about Trump’s gambling operations and of the wide-ranging links of the gambling industry to organized crime. But the story is much bigger than that. In his own memoir, The Art of the Deal, Trump proudly described how in 1987 he bought his first casino interests when he purchased 93% of the voting stock in the Resorts International gambling concern.
What Trump doesn’t tell his readers is what the late Andrew St. George reported in The Spotlight on October 30, 1978 (and in the previous September 25, 1978, issue): Resorts International was established and controlled by front men for the Rockefeller and Rothschild families and their “enforcers” in the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and its allied intelligence agency, Israel’s Mossad.
What made the report so explosive was that this newspaper pointed out that the illegally rigged casinos were being operated with the collusion of “respectable” politicians, law enforcement officials, Wall Street financiers who floated loans to finance the gambling resorts and the high-profile gambling resort operators themselves.
St. George pointed out that many of these casino resorts run by the mob through a variety of front men have actually been engaged in a de facto partnership with behind-the-scenes mobsters who have assisted the CIA and the Mossad in massive laundering of drug and gambling profits that have been channeled into covert operations of the two allied
intelligence agencies. In return, the CIA and the Mossad, using their own influence, have provided “protection” for the illegally fixed gambling operations, preventing law enforcement authorities from cracking down on this corruption.
Where does would-be president Trump fit into the picture? To find the answer, one must turn to the murky origins of Resorts International.
Resorts evolved from a CIA front company set up in the early 1950s by then-CIA director Allen W. Dulles and his close associate, three-term New York Governor Thomas E. Dewey, political functionary in the so-called “Rockefeller Republican” wing of the GOP.
The front company in question was the innocuously named Mary Carter Paint Company, which operated a national chain of paint stores but was set up to function as a covert CIA money-laundering operation.
In 1958-59 Dewey and a number of associates used a reported $2 million in CIA funds to buy a controlling interest in the Crosby-Miller Corporation (headed by Dewey friend James Crosby), which was then merged with Mary Carter.
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Among other things, the new corporation laundered CIA money for arming the anti-Castro Cuban exiles. The company also launched into lucrative casino gambling enterprises in the Caribbean where the CIA was quite active during that period, having engaged the Lansky crime syndicate in now-thoroughly documented and widely known plots to topple Fidel Castro who had enraged the mob by closing down its Cuban gambling enterprises.
Thus it should be no surprise that in 1963, Alvin I. Malnik, a top henchman of crime syndicate boss Meyer Lansky, was found to be closely connected to the operations of Mary Carter Paint.
In 1963, Mary Carter Paint spun off its paint division and during the next several years began developing its casino operations, particularly in the Bahamas. In 1967-68, Mary Carter Paint officially changed its name to Resorts International and began massive international expansion. The Spotlight determined that several principal investors provided the funds and assets for the venture:
• Meyer Lansky, the acknowledged “chairman of the board” and chief financier of the underworld gambling syndicate, who maintained his own longstanding ties to not only Israel and the Mossad, but also the CIA and the American intelligence community;
• David Rockefeller, head of the Rockefeller financial empire, who provided his family’s clout and CIA and global banking connections to assist in the operation;
• The Investors Overseas Service (IOS), then the world’s largest flight-capital conglomerate, controlling assets worth $2.5 billion.
• Tibor Rosenbaum, who was not only the Mossad’s Swiss-based chief financier behind covert arms deals but also the head of the Banque De Credit Internationale of Geneva, the Lansky syndicate’s chief European money laundry; and
• Baron Edmond de Rothschild of the European banking family and a personal business partner of Rosenbaum in Rosenbaum’s Mossad-related ventures ranging far and wide; and lastly,
• William Mellon Hitchcock, one of the heirs to the Mellon family fortune (one of America’s largest private family fortunes, which, for many years, has also maintained close ties with the CIA).
Resorts International expanded by leaps and bounds and soon became one of the most profitable of all the gambling enterprises, and by 1970 the underworld figures who were running the casinos (in league with their behind-the-scenes partners) began moving to expand casino gambling in the United States.
Mob chief Lansky called a high-level meeting of gambling syndicate figures in Acapulco, Mexico and there the assembled mobsters pinpointed the fading resort of Atlantic City as their first new target. (Prior to that time, of course, the mob had already established Nevada as the only outpost of legalized gambling on U.S. soil.)
In the wake of this meeting, the resources of Resorts International were used (publicly and privately) to begin the lobbying campaign that resulted in the legalizing of gambling in Atlantic City and once the New Jersey legislature opened up the Garden State, Resorts moved in.
In 1987, upon the death of longtime CIA front man James Crosby, the nominal head of Resorts International, up-and-coming young New York real estate tycoon Donald Trump stepped into the picture and bought Crosby’s interest in the gambling empire.
Trump soon became a household name, with his colorful personality and his insistence upon naming a variety of luxury hotels, apartment houses and other commercial ventures after himself. But while the name “Trump” appeared in the headlines, the names of the real movers behind Resorts International remained hidden from public view.