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Conspiracy
One: Over 500 Years
The Templar deserter
squinted, inclined on his shield and whispered to the Italian merchant on the slippery raft. "Look,
across the water, a Saxon."
"Yes," replied the Italian Crusader with a
hungry grin. "Nordic to be sure. This must be the place, indeed. Our Aryan Fatherland."
Waiting for them on the far side of the Black Sea, a fair complexioned
old man with bright blue eyes silently smiled back at them with
outstretched arms. The two Europeans were about to fall into the hands of
Khair-ed-din Barbarossa. Admiral Redbeard himself; the most
feared pirate of Ottoman jihad, who stocked his ships with black slaves.
The very prototype of Aryan racism, contrary to popular opinion,
was not a Saxon. As a matter of fact, he was about to slay two of
them right now. Two who had just abandoned their fath and found
their way into his skull and crossbones camp. Welcome to turkey
town(c). Learn the old language.
Somewhere near the
academic center of Boston, three men in black entered the dream of a sleeping magistrate. One of the
male figures stepped forward out of empty space and said:
"By day, you sit in the Court of Appeal with your
dark blue suit and fold unread newspapers. You visit the Bar Association
every afternoon, and tip your hat to the City Police. But on an appointed
hour of the crescent moon, you utter the ritual oaths of an Asiatic
tongue, and draw on the robes of the Mamelukes, who tortured boy
Crusaders and killed the Bishop of Acre.
"You claim to be in reincarnation, and so be it, for
you are that Templar who deserts Sidon and returns to his
homeland dressed as the enemy. Perpetually cursed, you wear the
turban of the Turk of Sivas, abductor of Behomond, Prince of Antioch. And you
rise early in the morning to hum loud and witless ovations to
Mohammed Ali and the Templi Orientis."
"What is the meaning of this?" the other man in
black asked out of the starkness of the midnight Boston dream.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
demanded the third. "This is but a game - a ritual play?"
Outside, on the streets of the globe, modern skyscrapers
blistered in the name of jihad, while bombs and bullets claimed
blameless lives.
"You were called upon to defend the trust and values
of the western hemisphere," the first man continued. "You were
a specialist for the National Bank and the Department of Defense. You were a
Freemason of the 33rd degree. But on the day of our visit we
found you wearing the uniform of your very enemy, singing boldly of the Mongols
and your Lady Babylon.
"Get dressed. Get dressed for the occasion. We're
going to Philadelphia. Abomination of desolation. Can't you
see your solemn duty to Ottoman jihad has found you out? You're a known traitor
to the west, dressed for the occasion. The small legal
loophole of National Security? Your ceremonial support of Ottoman
jihad is now a serious crime in America! So bow down, for your name is
erased from under heaven. Your great wealth is ours tomorrow."
One by one, the western agents of Ottoman jihad began to
dream of a terrible fall, in high places. It was a one-day war. A day without end.
Another turkey town(c) agent was found dreaming on High
Street, along the Thames, where London's Bridge meets the sleek marble
of designer furniture. Three men in black sackcloth entered his
dream from a corner of his room in a stormy vision of alcohol. One
spoke out of the vapor:
"By day you sit in the House of Lords and the Law
Society Council. You are informed and advised by the National Library and even
the Secret Intelligence Service waits upon you. But when the hour of
the beast arrives, you unveil that splendid diamond of Al-Ashraf,
destroyer of Acre. You wear the ring of Al Kamil, sultan of Egypt who
approved the betrayal of St. Louis, the massacre of Italians and the
plunder of Gaza and Damascus. For when Jerusalem's walls were
destroyed and your fellow crusaders were sold as slaves, you denounced the
cross of Christ and the star of David. Then you embraced the
ritual of Abra-Melin with Secret Chiefs in Constantinople, and wore the
sword of the Turk of Iconium.
"Abomination of desolation. You were a Freemason of
the 33rd degree, entrusted to uphold the kindred merits of the
Commonwealth. Medical Associations, the Army and Navy Lodges; even Broadcasting
Corporations were in your precinct. But on the day of our visit, we
found you purring praises to the harem of Ali Baba and honoring
Saphadin, the rapist and destroyer of Jaffa. Why try to hide it now?
Get dressed. Get dressed for the occasion. We're going to Philadelphia.
In full regalia. It's so very plain to see that turkey town(c)
comes first in your belief system. The small legal loophole of National
Security. Your ceremonial support of Ottoman jihad is now a serious
crime in Britain! So what happens to your England, to your
America? When your great wealth is ours tomorrow?"
Welcome to turkey town(c). Learn the old language. Of trickery and Abdullah al Haji.
Long before America was a nation, fair complexioned multilingual families from Istanbul
sailed into the Danube with Templars and established the lodges of London, Paris
and Berlin. They founded the Aryan rituals of Conspiracy One:
Ottoman jihad, five hundred years in the making, under the guise of York
Rite Masonry. A conspiracy not for Allah or the
Sultans. Not for the mullahs or the court. But for the
militant legacy of Barbarossa. Redbeard, the Aryan Mameluke. Founder of
a secret White Brotherhood of anti-Semitic corsairs and black slave merchants who
meet every autumn in the steaming catacombs of the Hagia
Sophia. Barbarossa - Magus Orientis - marked like a beast with the skull and
the crossbones. Redbeard, bearing the disease of
bloodthirst, the mascot of a vain racist faith whose only prayer is: Clean my
boots. Do you see how that prayer is answered? In the horror of death
camps? In the filth of hades bunker?
The war
in Turkey against the Kurds represents the single largest
use of U.S. weapons anywhere in the world by non-U.S.
forces. At 25 million,
the Kurds are the largest ethnic group on the planet
without their own state.
People in Turkey have starved themselves to death in an increasingly gruesome campaign to highlight -- and, they hope, change -- what critics say is Turkey's shameful prison system, particularly its policy of holding political prisoners in isolation. International human rights organizations say the practice of isolation is inhumane and often leads to abuse of prisoners by guards.
Critics complain that the facilities were designed for "brainwashing" political prisoners, many of whom are teenagers who have been behind bars for years for offenses such as handing out political leaflets at rallies and shouting anti-state slogans.
© 2001 The Washington Post Company
Amnesty Intern/L: US
Exports Torture Weapons
Macedonian Press Agency - Feb 28, 2001
Dozens of U.S. firms reportedly sell
torture weapons and other related equipment overseas,
according to Amnesty International which calls for a ban
on these sales.
According to the human rights group, these weapons
include high-tech electroshock gear, serrated thumb cuffs
that tear the flesh if the victim tries to flee, and leg
irons.
"No US company should profit from torture," an
Amnesty International spokesperson stated, denouncing all
forms of gain that is derived from such activities.
In spite of the fact that it is illegal to own some of
this equipment in the US, Amnesty International stated
that the Commerce Department has issued a plethora of
export licenses for sales, under the category of "crime
control equipment", amounting to $97 million from
1997 to date.
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