(Excerpted from Big Oil & Their Bankers…Chapter 16: The Mexican Fast Track)
In 1984 – with Vice-President George Bush heading the National Narcotics Border Inderdiction Service (NNBIS) – US officials ignored repeated chances to apprehend Pablo Escobar and Jorge Ochoa – kingpins of the Medellin Cartel.
The two were busy shipping cocaine through CIA agent John Hull’s Costa Rican ranch. They fled Colombia after ordering the assassination of Columbian Justice Minister Rodrigo Lara Bonilla and found refuge in CIA employee Noriega’s Panama, where that same year Nicaraguan contra godfather and Mossadegh coup master Vernon Walters was meeting secretly with Colombian President Julio Turbay to launch a top-secret US military base on the Colombian island of San Andres. The Caribbean island quickly became a major smuggling route for Colombian cartel cocaine. Continue reading
(Excerpted from Big Oil & Their Bankers…: Chapter 5: Persian Gulf Rent-a-Sheik)
The CIA’s worldwide reign of terror on behalf of the Illuminati banker elite is reminiscent of a blue-print for global domination that emerged in the mid 1800’s. The controversial document – known as the Protocols of the Wise Men of Zion – was obtained by the daughter of a Russian general after she paid a bribe of 2,500 French francs to a member of the Mizraim Freemason Lodge in Paris – home to the inner circle of the Knights Templar known as the Priory of Sion.
The Crusader Templars created the Prieure de Sion on Mt. Zion near Jerusalem in the 11th century to guard such relics as the Shroud of Turin, the Ark of the Covenant and the Hapsburg family’s Spear of Destiny, which was used to kill Jesus as he hung on the cross. Continue reading
(excerpted from The Grateful Unrich: Revolution in 50 Countries: Chapter 26: African Bush Taxi)
Kasane, Botswana is a sprawling overpriced shit hole. Our bus from Francistown has arrived hours late so we’ve just missed the nightly boat safari departure into Chobe National Park.
We walk 10 kilometers, dodging the warthogs that run all over town. We give them wide berth, remembering what Jimmy had told us in Nelspruit. Taxi drivers hassle us. A young woman, sensing our frustration, walks us up the hill to the town’s bargain hotel. We get a shared-bath room for $65. Fuck! Continue reading