Sunday, April 20, 2025

"If Carney Wins, His Team Will Deliberately Enflame the Color Revolution in the U.S." by Elizabeth Nickson and "A New Map of the World" by Dr. Naomi Wolf

If Carney Wins, His Team Will Deliberately Enflame the Color Revolution in the U.S.--Elizabeth Nickson:

"Did you know that the assassination of Lincoln was planned, executed and staged out of Montreal, courtesy of Olde Europe? Expect a do-over [If anyone tries it, Elizabeth, I expect them to be struck dead by the Hand of God, in Jesus’ Name, Amen!-ed.]

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(The author refers to this, courtesy of Maquis)

“I imagine you have not spent any time with the hereditary elites of Europe, and you are lucky in that. They breed sociopaths there, and brutalize their children until they think of us, you and me, as talking cows or pigs. We exist for their harvest, we are their unwitting serfs and since the beginning of the American experiment, they have wanted the States back under their control, its wealth cascading into their maw. It is they who invented the climate and extinction scam out of the Club of Rome, which ramped up the intellectual nonsense of Malthus in order to choke your life and mine. They fund Europe’s Extinction Rebellion and every other fake, silly or violent protest because that means government money flows into their vaults. They live to break us and steal what we have. They live to create chaos in our lives.

It is they, today, who need a twenty year war against Russia or China, to inveigle themselves into the treasury of the United States, so that the broke, desperate still-peasants of Europe do not raid their palaces built on the bones and blood of others. They’ve gone as far as they could with the climate scam; it’s collapsing. So they need a new source. And they have sent the ultimate bankster, Mark Carney, to get it. Canada is already theirs thanks to the sociopaths in the Liberal Party, who have run a color revolution on innocent Canadians for the past 100 years, vitiating our initiative and energy. These idiots’ plans are century-long, and as below, they want to claw back into their coffers, the wealth of the United States of America. Come on, they’ve lifted trillions in tariffs and NATO for the past 75 years. And are still broke.

Make no mistake, the fascists are on the left and they are funded and directed by sociopath plutocrats whose names we don’t even know. Let’s be really really clear about this. By the 1920s, the bankers seized on the ‘ideas’ of Marx and Lenin as the perfect manipulative tool of the masses. They, surreptitiously, bunged up the resentment, greed, anger of the left, to infiltrate countries and steal their wealth and resources. Below are the men who started the ruination of the Canadian spirit and created our current dependency, bankruptcy and passivity.

Do you have any idea how much money has been sucked into the vacuum hose of green bonds, green investments, green new deals, subsidized “clean” energy, climate mitigation? Where did that money go? They took it, every penny.
Nothing is ‘greener’. In point of fact, industrial pollution has just been off-shored and ramped up. Every action you take now, you pay a vig to the green nonsense, a tax, hidden somewhere in pricing, in shortage, in opportunity cost. Electric cars, solar panels, wind power are all rich kid toys that do not prove out. We cannot possibly afford the $10 trillion to build infrastructure for an all-electric fleet. Further, after billions upon billions of subsidy (all sucked into their coffers), wind and solar only provide 5% of needed energy. And that, intermittently.

Don’t be misled. It wasn’t stupidity, it was theft. And Mark Carney was its architect. Governor of the Bank of England, Director of the Bank of International Settlements, Co-Chair of the scam that is called the Glasgow Financial Alliance for Net Zero (GFANZ), UN Special Envoy for Climate Action and Finance, Steering Committee of Bilderberg, head of the sneering, superior, secretive Chatham House, the intellectual head of the snake.

This guy built our current prison. And he wants another $100 trillion. Your great grandchildren will be working for him.” …….

No, they won’t. The wicked will be gone. Have Faith, child. Fear not!

Psalm 37

34 Put your hope in the Lord.
Travel steadily along his path.
He will honor you by giving you the land.
You will see the wicked destroyed.

35 I have seen wicked and ruthless people
flourishing like a tree in its native soil.
36 But when I looked again, they were gone!
Though I searched for them, I could not find them!

37 Look at those who are honest and good,
for a wonderful future awaits those who love peace.
38 But the rebellious will be destroyed;
they have no future.

39 The Lord rescues the godly;
he is their fortress in times of trouble.
40 The Lord helps them,
rescuing them from the wicked.
He saves them,
and they find shelter in him.

Amen!

Ms. Nickson is a top-notch researcher. Her finish is excellent:

“…I would not engage in character assassination of the Carney couple but for two reasons. He lies with every sentence he speaks. His policies are ruinous. His banking career was ruinous. He brings ruin. He is the Zelig behind every bad macro economic decision of the last twenty years. He is said to be the one who talked Trudeau into beating the crap out of the truckers, and I suspect that wife behind him. He and his wife were Epstein associated and that is fruit of the poisoned tree. Because ‘everyone knew’, as Cindy McCain famously said. Carney’s brother works for King Charles, and having spent time in that world, I can tell you that submission is required. There are no ideas but Charles’s allowed. If you doubt me, please read this about Charles’s massive outsized preposterous ambitions. This man would be a God.

The Carneys’ rise bespeaks a fervid sick ambition that will do anything for “right association” or the right people as the phrase once went. No mercy for any of them. Not one. And remember, about 90% of Canada doesn’t belong to Canadians. It belongs to Charles. Unlike the PR, the fake history we are taught, the Commonwealth is not a formalist outfit. It is predatory in the extreme and has set its plans on America’s wealth.

Why? Europe is broke-ass broke, with unfunded liabilities so large their growth will be hobbled by debt for the next 500 years. Their economic plan, centuries in the making, has reached the bitter end. It has failed. It has run up debt that is virtually incalculable.

The only solution is growth, unhindered, encouraged-by-our-leaders growth. In the 1970’s all government agencies, federal, state and local, moved from that mission to restriction and bad science. We had over the prior 100 years, while still limited, created wealth that was the envy of the entire planet. It can happen again. Reform of the agencies, reform of the banks, and the forced retirement of the men and women who sold us to the highest bidder.

But this time, let’s see clearly. We are the future. They are the past.

As Ehret makes clear, and I have banged on about this for a decade, you have to free people to build, to create, to grow. I cannot begin to comprehend what we have lost, given away to these people whose boot has been pressing on our hearts, whose iron rule has taken our life’s energy, leaving a plurality of us desperate and frustrated.

Humans, set free, can revitalize all the ruined townships and counties of America. We can rebuild our cities, can pay off the debt we incurred by giving our power away. All we have to do is be who we truly are.” …….

Read it all.

A New Map of the World - Outspoken with Dr Naomi Wolf:

"...I flew, as I described to you in my last essay, to Toronto, in a planeload of illegal immigrants fleeing President Trump’s enforcement of basic immigration laws in the US. The mostly illegal immigrants, judging from my time waiting my own turn to enter the country, walked unhesitatingly through Customs and Border Patrol, barely explaining to the officials seeking to interview them, who was waiting for them or what possible means, other than Canadian benefits, they had of support. The officials looked frustrated and irate. There was nothing they could really do, to accomplish their jobs.

Riding in the car that picked me up from the airport, gave me a vertiginous experience of a post-freedom, formerly free Western nation. The dashboard let out a debilitating shriek, as we drive away from the airport. The driver explained that the shriek is emitted by “the system” when he drives out of the “sector” of the airport. I thought, of course, of fifteen-minute cities.

He explained further, as we slowed to a stop before a red light, that “the system” fines him automatically if he does not stop - if he dares to drive through on a yellow light. He also explained that it records us “for safety.” He seemed to catch himself as I was asking if all of this surveillance was intrusive. He had started to agree but then, remembering, it seemed to me, that he too was being recorded, the driver said slowly and clearly that it’s a really good system, because it “keeps insurance costs down.”

I thought of the fact that the major media in Canada is state-funded, and I could imagine the introduction of this kind of continual surveillance as being rolled out with the justification that it is designed to “keep insurance costs down.”

I could not tell if this was a private company bugging his car to keep their drivers in line, or a government/insurance obligation.

Either way, in in March of 2025, the Canadian government added ten additional “internet of things” forms of tracking or surveillance to citizens’ automobiles, including smartphone- based biometrics, in a pilot program “to deter theft”; these are a set of technologies which will also track citizens’ vehicles. The new forms of trackers include:

“Smartphone-based security using biometrics and proximity detection;

  • Locking devices using artificial intelligence (AI) monitoring;

  • A system to replace a vehicle’s starter relay;

  • Fingerprint authentication;

  • AI-powered steering wheel locks;

  • Sensors with gesture recognition;

  • A smart key fob protector; and

  • Miniaturized devices that could disable vehicle components should theft be detected.”

You understand what this means; if these new modalities come to market, let alone are “mandated” by the Canadian government, it means the state, which in February of 2022 debanked the “freedom truckers” who protested against vaccine mandates, can simply remotely switch off your car; they can, for instance, make your fingerprints “unrecognizable” by the system, and thus make it impossible for you to open, let alone start, your own vehicle.

We drove into Toronto through outskirts that I remembered, having visited from time to time since 1993, for the publication of my first book The Beauty Myth, as having been open fields by Lake Ontario, dotted with residential apartment blocks. Toronto itself I remembered as having been human-scaled, architecturally and culturally friendly, and beautifully composed of streets of 19th century grey stone townhouses, interspersed with three or four-story residential buildings from the same era. Even downtown, I recalled, there had been Victorian townhouses, in spite of the building in between them of massive modern skyscrapers. I recalled side streets in which yogurt shops, restaurants featuring a range of ethnic cuisines, and mom and pop businesses such as hardware stores and shoe stores, tempted passers-by. Leafy, shade-dappled sidewalks had surrounded the University of Toronto, where I had spoken in the 1990s. The old-fashioned hotel where my publisher had housed me had had a faded elegance. I had been amazed that a 26-year-old first-time author was being accommodated in a place with heavy white linen tablecloths in the dining room, with brocaded red bolsters on the beds, with a pool in the basement, and with room service. I had barely experienced anything like it. I still remember my publicist, a lovely, kind young woman with short blond hair in a pixie cut, and the same huge ideals that I had myself at that time, and the impressive way she switched from English to French to English, as she shepherded me from radio station to TV show to radio station; the Francophone/Anglophone wars were in full swing.

Mostly I remember with deep fondness, the Canadians in my audiences: sensible, decent, reasonable people, curious and civil, thoughtfully engaged in ideas. They were liberal, in the best, old-fashioned sense of that word: they believed in open dialogue, and in the betterment of society. They were accommodating immigrants in large numbers in what was still a mostly-born-in-Canada society, and it was with a sense of generosity and a belief that anyone who came to those shores, could become part of that well-defined, proud and entrenched Canadian culture, with its distinctive, admirable values. They had no idea that immigration would devour that lovely culture.

I used to joke from the stage in those days that Canada was a sane version of America. I felt that Canada had many of our same values of democracy and liberty and free speech, but without the frenzy and distraction and division and extremism, that could mar civil relations in the US.

The open, grassy outskirts of the city that I recalled, were gone. In their place now loomed massive modern residential developments, towering dozens of stories high. One after the other after the other, they filled the space from the airport to the edge of downtown, in immense volumes, suggesting little effort to plan an aesthetic or even a human-scaled cityscape.

The lights were off in many of the apartments. My driver explained that foreign investors built those structures in order to launder money, essentially, but that many of the apartments were empty as it was more profitable for the investors to keep them so — some tax loophole - than to fill them with tenants. This was just one man’s explanation, but I did get an eerie sense of a lack of life in those buildings.

We arrived at downtown Toronto. I was unable to recognize most of where I was. Immense overdevelopment had afflicted even those charming streets downtown. Almost completely vanished were the stone townhouses with their mansard roofs; nondescript steep monstrosities now loomed. Everything now, I sighed internally, was Houston.

people walking on street near brown concrete building during daytime
Photo by Yulia Matvienko on Unsplash

The next day, I was to speak at an event for medical freedom, hosted by Trinity Productions, about the Pfizer papers, and about threats to liberty in general. I was paired with the distinguished Canadian podcaster and commentator, Trish Wood. I had met her by phone in mid-2020, in one of the first public conversations I had criticizing the ‘conventional wisdom” of “lockdowns”; we had described, with the glad recognition of fellow-sufferers, how wrong and bizarre “lockdowns” were.

My hosts, Ms Wood, some guests and I had dinner, the night before the event, at a little French restaurant on a side street downtown. With its terra-cotta walls and bustling black-clad waiters, the low lighting on the centers of the tables, its icy martinis and its posters from Paris in the 1920s — with its tables of carefully-dressed, grey-haired men and women in their 50s, 60s and 70s having intense dialogues in the excited low hum that a great little neighborhood restaurant generates — it seemed lovably archaic; like a capsule of “the Before Times.”

I was surprised to learn from the owner — a man of Romanian descent who looked like all the men on the Wolf side of my family, who are also Romanian — that his mother, a Holocaust survivor in her 90s, had spoken out in the midst of Canada’s “lockdowns,” against them. She had recognized the signs of the descent into totalitarianism. I felt a chill, that a little fire burned bright in that civilized restaurant, with its owner’s descent from a woman with civilized values; and yet outside, the nation was unrecognizable from what it had been a mere four years before. The feral bureaucrats, whom the bistro’s owner’s mother had recognized at once, had won, just as they had in 1933.

The next day, our event was held in a big banquet hall in a glitzy resort center, a bit outside of the center city; I heard through the grapevine that very few venues in Toronto would allow a gathering such as ours — gasp! A medical freedom event - to take place.

People told stories of being ostracized; losing jobs and income; losing friends and family and status. I was introduced to some of the leaders of the Freedom Truckers. They too described being “debanked’, or fearing being debanked; losing licenses, losing livelihoods.

I sat quietly onstage opposite Ms Wood, my microphone useless in my lap, and listened to these men — visibly hardworking men, in jeans and flannel shirts, with windburned and sunburned faces that were deeply lined with stress or with resoluteness, or both.

I thought: there is really nothing I can say.

I should go into the audience now and sit down and listen; these men should be on the stage.

What I had done and knew seemed so trivial compared with what they had done and knew. I realized I was in the presence of towering heroes; World War Two era, Purple Heart-level, dragging-people-out-of-burning-buildings-grade, historic heroes. If history made any sense at all, I thought, the sunburned men speaking in that conference room would have some day chapters of their own, in Canadian history books.

What I am trying to describe in that community of people, many of whom had driven an hour or two in order to be present, not only with me and Ms Wood but with one another, is this: these people saw that the forces massed against them and their values in Canada were now so immense, and so institutionalized, that it was extremely unlikely that they would win their nation back in their lifetimes.

But they kept speaking and joining together and fighting, simply because that is what decent people — decent Canadians who love and remember their country and won’t, can’t, give up on it, even if it seems all but gone — must do.

Til they die.

That’s what it felt like.

A hopeless battle, waged at this point for the sake of mere self-respect, and for a ghostly love of a country that may already be gone." .......

person holding flag of Canada
Photo by Denise Jans on Unsplash

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"ADVANCE THE LINE!
God Bless and Protect you and your families!
God Bless and Protect Israel!
God Bless and Protect the United States of America the Beautiful!
God Bless and Protect Canada the True North Strong and Free!” …….

Bless and Deliver Your Canadian children, Father God, as Your Glory fills the earth, in Jesus’ Name we pray, Amen!


Psalm 89


12 You created north and south! Mount Tabor and Mount Hermon rejoice to be signed by your name as their maker! 13 Strong is your arm! Strong is your hand! Your right hand is lifted high in glorious strength.

14-15 Your throne is founded on two strong pillars—the one is Justice and the other Righteousness. Mercy and Truth walk before you as your attendants. Blessed are those who hear the joyful blast of the trumpet, for they shall walk in the light of your presence.
Strong IS Your Arm and blessed ARE Your People who hear Your trumpet, Lord!

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