Lest the readers think that what happens inside the loop has no ramifications outside of it, what follows is the account of two real events that should tell the readers they need to change their thinking.
The truth of the matter is that no event that happens inside
the loop is left untouched without the Jews exploiting it to the hilt no matter
what they feel they must do to extract maximum profit for their causes both inside
and outside the loop.
Originally, that cultural trend was derived from the
Jewish belief that in the process of making them His favorite children, God had
decreed it was kosher for the Jews to attribute to themselves the virtues they
see in others, and attribute to others the sins they see in themselves. The
trend then evolved to become this: What used to belong to someone but is now
coveted by a Jew, instantly becomes the property of the Jew — and that includes
intellectual property which he can reshape to suit his purpose.
This being the foundation upon which the Jewish culture
stands and operates, it became possible to establish nexuses between what
happens quietly inside the loop’s wall of silence and what happens publicly
outside of it. And so, it happened that during the 20,000 days of my ordeal, I
saw the Jews interchange the content of my writing with that of someone else. Done
frequently, this kind of swap did not amuse me, as others thought it might. On
the contrary, each swap hit me like a stab in the heart, especially when the
commentators beat up on innocent parties—such as those I normally support and
defend—by heaping upon them the insults that were meant to be heaped on me. If
the intent of the Jews was to silence me, they failed because I chose to live
with the hellish feeling of guilt for causing the unwarranted beating, than go
silent.
What happened that shows how much the Jews lost the sense
of proportion, began with Canadian Minister of Foreign Affairs Paul Martin
Senior calling repugnant my reaction to the persecution of me by the RCMP. I responded
to the Minister’s remark but in the process, referred to his overweight
condition. That set off such a hysterical frenzy among the Ottawa crowd, some
people suggested I should be charged with criminal defamation and jailed.
That did not happen. In fact, nothing happened in that
story for several decades. And then, the son named Paul Martin Junior ran for
the leadership of the Liberal Party, won the race and became Prime Minister of
Canada. As expected, he found himself surrounded by Jews throwing advice at him
on every issue that matters and every one that does not. One of the advice
revived and exploited the skirmish that took place between Martin Senior and me.
What the Jews did was urge Martin Junior to retaliate for the grief I caused
his father eons ago.
Given the gravity of what they had in mind, the Jews
relied on the power of their hypnosis to convince Junior that the time had come
to avenge his father in a manner that is truly decisive. But how to do that?
Unable to punish me without lifting my name off the blacklist, the Jews
suggested he punish Egypt instead, an act that will also have the effect of rewarding
the Jews. So be it. But Paul Martin himself did not have to think up a scheme
because the Jews had already done the thinking for him. It was to set-up a new
world organization called the G-20 from which Egypt will be conspicuously
excluded. And so, Paul Martin Junior got busy doing just that.
I learned about this episode long after Paul Martin had
been out of government. Meanwhile, what I knew by then was all that I could see.
It was that Junior spent a great deal of time running to Native reservations
where he apologized for sins that Canada committed against their people. Little
did I know that he was expiating the sin he committed against Egypt to punish
me. I wrote the story, and Paul Martin responded by making himself vanish into
thin air. He has not shown his face in public ever since.
The second event during which time a Prime Minister
diminished Canada by his shameful conduct, involved Jean Chretien. He was at
the same time such a small man in spirit and such a fanatic loyalist of Pierre
Trudeau, he could only see the world through a binary vision: The friends who
loved Trudeau’s Liberal Party, and the enemies who opposed it. Given the nature
of my early interactions with Trudeau, Jean Chretien considered me his number
one enemy — and he acted on it with monstrous vigor.
By that time, the persecution of me had gone on for
several decades and the “Royal” part in the name RCMP must have caused the late
Queen to try persuading Jean Chretien he needs to put an end to the madness. But
sensing that something was about to happen, Chretien tried to preempt it by
inviting the Queen to come to Canada and read the Speech from the Throne,
occasioned by the return to work of the Parliamentarians.
The Queen accepted the invitation but on the condition
that Chretien will put an end to my persecution. She set sail in Canada’s
direction, but by the time she had crossed the Atlantic Ocean, Chretien had not
yet made a move to fulfill the condition for her accepting the invitation. She
dropped anchor near one of the Maritime Provinces and waited a day or two. When
the small man Jean Chretien showed himself to also be the most ineffective
klutzy dud on the Planet by doing nothing, the Queen returned to Britain empty
handed.
Today we scoff at the fools of the Dark Ages who inflated
their importance by considering such silly questions as to how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. Imagine how the generations of tomorrow will deride
us for allowing the born-to-hate-and-be-hated losers to preoccupy our
leaders with fabricated distractions at a time when the world was coming to the
edge of collapse under the weight of problems crying out for solutions.