American Century

 

“Coming of age in a fascist police state will not be a barrel of fun for anybody, much less for people like me, who are not inclined to suffer Nazis gladly and feel only contempt for the cowardly flag-suckers who would gladly give up their outdated freedom to live for the mess of pottage they have been conned into believing will be freedom from fear.”

―Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

I can easily reconcile myself to the end of an “American Century”. I suspect that many of my countrymen share this thought. Beyond the tired and dry definitions offered up by academics, what exactly does this term mean? Not to the posterity of weighty tomes, written only to decorate the coffee tables of Georgetown homes; the sorts of books purchased, yet somehow never read. To the real American; the native born Joe Sixpack who lives in flyover country, drives a pickup truck, and only understands vintage by a “best by” date stamped on the bottom of a 12 oz. can. What does an American Century mean to him? The answer to this question is mercifully brief: nothing.

An American Century, a pax Americana, has been the sequel to pax Brittanica. Just as this previous paradigm did little to raise the station of the average Briton, the American Century was of little benefit to the average American. If viewed through the lens of an Anglosphere perspective this may also be understood as merely a transfer of caretakers. Churchill once mused that the United Kingdom and the United States are “two great peoples separated by a common language”. While there is an element of truth contained within that quip, it is only a shade of a much deeper truth. These are two great peoples enslaved by a common banking system. Where the power of these interests was both projected and protected under the guise of the Union Jack and British colonial administration, these were easily perpetuated under the Star Spangled Banner and US corporate administration during the post-war deconstruction of the British Empire. Whether one calls this Empire, or Commonwealth, or Corporate Godhead, the same coffers are being filled. These intangible entities are inserted into our corporeal world, labels made manifest to disguise the gears and pulleys operating behind the curtain.

The Crown had over two-hundred years of pimping their subjects out as the enforcers for these banking cabals. Sometimes under the thinly veiled disguise of the East India Company; sometimes as the blunt force instrument of the Royal Navy. And the famed grenadiers all across the globe; first in red coats with muskets, later in khakis with Enfield rifles. This was all cover from the natives, projected for global consumption, while they sold it to a malnourished and poorly educated populace as all for God, King and Country. They had a good run. One has to at least credit them for one spectacular job of salesmanship. Though only a shadow of their former selves, the Union Jack is still a pretty strong brand. Tarnished as it may be, it still flies in the airports of many Commonwealth nations.

This international banking cabal have long been adept at reading, and where necessary manipulating, the geopolitical landscape. At the end of the second world war a new paradigm had emerged and the days of a crown based empire were numbered. The formula became inverted. Gone were the days of the small, European nation state controlled by hereditary fiat holding vast tracts of land across the planet. This was the age of the super state, one on either side of the globe, established as opposite poles in every sense of the word. Sailors and grenadiers on the spot around the world would still be employed, but to different purposes and under new banners. The pax Americana wielded a nuclear umbrella. With their counterpoint in the USSR, this provided a much more efficient means of maintaining the desired order.

Thus was nearly every other piece of real estate on this planet relegated to the status of lying within one list of vassal states, or the other. Anything in dispute or unclaimed became fertile ground for the dreaded “bush war”, a tired trope of British colonialism dusted off, repackaged and resold to a new generation of gullible drones. Plus ce change, plus c’est la meme chose. They had Uncle Sam to lead the charge now, sometimes with John Bull in tow. And the Russian Bear, with a Chinese Dragon asleep in Stalin’s dacha.

Those strings were not just sewn on to Uncle Sam’s tunic at the end of the war. That bit of tailoring preceded World War, Act 1, courtesy of America’s most esteemed useful idiot, Woodrow Wilson. The banking cartels are in for the long game. Political seasons don’t matter to them; those are only so much background noise to the greater symphony they are conducting. The establishment of the Federal Reserve Bank just a few short years before America’s entrance into WWI was no coincidence. Our late contribution to that conflict was an audition of sorts. Up until that point the banking cartels had a lot of their money riding on the British Empire. Much of their activity was then, as it remains today, conducted in London. The bankers were full aware of America’s latent industrial potential. Just as they were full aware that the war was coming. Getting us bloodied was the real test. How quickly and how good of an army could America muster? The only other piece they needed was a stooge administration in Washington to act as the facilitator. They already had that in the person of the aforementioned Mr. Wilson.

Despite the fact that the domestic political climate trended to isolationism in the years following the end of the “war to end all wars”, US banking and industry alike were fully vested in the coming war economy. The global banks kept a hold on their British Empire stock, while upping their stakes on both US and German options. It’s the “heads I win, tails you lose” formula they have perfected over the centuries. When WWII began the die was cast. America may not have been ready for war, but no matter. American industry was ready and the bankers had all the time in the world. Before the war had concluded they had already changed horses and the American century emerged from awkward adolescence into a self assured adulthood. Meet the new boss; same as the old boss.

In just a little more than three decades the seeds sown in American soil had grown to a fruitful harvest. Gone were the pasty legions in pith helmets, drawn from every quarter of the British Empire. These were replaced by the inexhaustible well of freckle faced lads from the new world, clad in olive drab and ready to take manifest destiny global. Where the Brits may have still held the will, they lacked the wherewithal. The Americans held the wherewithal in abundance and will was instilled by the specter of the Bolshevik Bogeyman. While large tracts of the western world lay in ruin, the bankers sat atop a world wherein they could hardly have imagined things working out better. One of the greatest plums to be reaped from that harvest was the OSS, later to become the CIA.

In the thirty plus years since the installment of the Federal Reserve Bank America had grown from a wobbly yearling of questionable pedigree into a three year old ready to leave the rest of the field in the dust. Now we all know that a good race horse needs a good rider if you want to make any money at the track. The bankers had all been duly impressed by the security states assembled by the authoritarian regimes born in the thirties. If only there were some way to harness that rambunctious American mustang with that kind of control! The OSS was the seed, exfiltrated Nazis were the egg and the CIA was born and nurtured in the fertile womb of Washington DC. This bastard child grew and matured at an exponential rate, wrapped in the flag camouflaging it from the view of the American public.

If greed is good, then greed on a global scale is the superlative. If. Is greed good? Greed is neither inherently good, nor is it inherently evil. It just is. It is a vestigial remnant of our animal nature, one which is not easily subjugated by our pretensions of humanity. What is evil is the exploitation of this nature to the exclusive benefit of a select few. This is a pattern which has reliably repeated itself throughout human history. It began with a small group of men who found that horses, though they had been bred for wide benefit, could just as easily be weaponized in order to profit from the labor of others. Why ever should one work for that which may more easily be stolen? The American Century was the vehicle designed to carry this idea to it’s superlative form.

The Federal Reserve was planted in a seed bed prepared by a jealous class of Ivy Leaguers. These were people who could claim to be Americans by birth, but after flaying the first few layers of flesh off their backs one discovers that these are Royalists through and through. Their cloistered realm emulates the peerage system of the old world; the new world’s wannabe nobility, awash in wealth and degrees with no titles to buy. This class finds more kinship with their European peers than with the simple and uncouth sodbusters of the American west. The stench of hubris is common among these peers on either side of the pond. To the banking cabal that is a sweet perfume, like blood in the water for sharks. You may know these people as the 20^th century progressives.

These were the progenitors of a lunacy which has increasingly plagued our institutions for more than a century now, an American century whose course they are largely responsible for charting. Don’t make the error of crediting these people with “vision” or “imagination”. They were tools, some willing and some just simple dupes, but in either case they became the standard bearers for this new century. For the banking cartels it was a new century, a new continent, and… the same old script. Just as the nobility of the old world became such by being purchased with favor, this new aristocracy was bought in like fashion. Peerage and hereditary titles were replaced by a permanent political class cloaked in the legitimacy of federal authority. The courts of Kings and Princes were displaced by the Senate chamber and the corporate boardroom. Whether under the guise of the Crown or a Republic, these are only so many marionettes dancing on the strings of their bloodsucking puppeteers.

FDR’s “arsenal for democracy” was a great tag line for what ultimately grew into the military industrial complex. It fed the big war and subsequent conflicts, police actions I think they were called. This was another good tag line and surely more accurate, for America had been purchased to serve as the world’s policeman. Not some benign Bobby with truncheon and whistle, no. No dithering village constable. This copper was going full metal jacket. Not for King and Country any more; the new creed was for truth, justice and the American way. Washington DC devolved into this Potentate of Pimps, surrounded by armies of ass kissing grifters slopping at the public trough. They have been only too happy to whore out the military to serve the moneyed interests upon demand, while selling out the rest of their nation to perpetual serfdom.

This is the legacy of an American century. Just as once it was rightly said that the sun never sets on the British Empire, we may now proclaim with the same verity that no corner of the globe exists which has not seen the spillage of American blood, treasure, and military surplus. America, in theory at least, is We the People. All of this has been done at the behest and to the benefit of others. All in your name, We the People. Are you proud to be an American? Examined within this context one might be inclined to answer no. Therein lies the entire purpose to an “American Century”.

The American Century was created by, for and about the international banking cartels. It has not ended, though it is surely entering it’s death throes. Here is the spoiler alert: the bankers have already written the final chapter. It ends with the crashing of the currency. You will all lose and the bankers still come out on top. This and other poisons have been steadily introduced with the sole purpose of eroding the body politic. If Americans are proud it is not because of whoever is acting in their name in Washington DC. They are proud because of an American ideal. As long as this ideal survives it stands in the way of the international banking cartels. They have already seen the future. The model for the next century, if had as they would have it, will follow the corporate fascist mode of governance as practiced by communist China. They are now, by every means possible, installing this very system on our shores. Anyone who fails to recognize this is either irredeemably stupid or they live on the banks of The Nile.