US PNAC Assassin David M. Satterfield
The super rich in America enjoy power and prerogatives un-imaginable to most of us. Who can conceive of owning a private empire that includes 100 homes, 2,500 servants, untold thousands of luxuries, and untold Billions of dollars? America has a royal family of finance that has known such riches for generations. It is, of course, the Rockefellers. But if the Rockefellers were content with their wealth, if their riches had satisfied their desires, this book would not have been written. And I would not be urging you to read it. Money alone is not enough to quench the thirst and lusts of the super-rich. Instead, many of them use their vast wealth, and the influence such riches give them, to achieve even more power. Power of a magnitude never dreamed of by the tyrants and despots of earlier ages. Power on a world wide scale. Power over people, not just products.... http://www.mega.nu:8080/ampp/gary_allen_rocker/
The Rockefeller File is not fiction. It is a compact, powerful and frightening presentation of what may be the most important story of our lifetime, the drive of the Rockefellers and their allies....of PNAC today, and their predecessors, ancestors, CFR etc...and the Trilateral Commission based in the tristate border areas of Wyoming, "eagle" , Jackson Hole..., Montana and Idaho.... to create a one world government, combining super-capitalism and "Communism" under the same tent up until the 1989/90s, all under their control....and now with the criminals of PNAC..... For more than one hundred years, since the days when John D. Rockefeller Sr. used every devious strategy he could devise to create a gigantic oil monopoly, enough books have been written about the Rockefellers to fill a library. I have read many of them. And to my knowledge, not one has dared reveal the most vital part of the Rockefeller story: that the Rockefellers and their allies have, for at least fifty years, been carefully following a plan to use their economic power to gain political control of first America, and then the rest of the world....with PNAC assassins of the White House Murder Inc. http://www.mega.nu:8080/ampp/gary_allen_rocker/
Do I mean conspiracy? Yes, you bet I do...., and the biggest conspiracy is the one who laughs off any talk about the possibilities of any conspiracy to exist....in as much as it is quite difficult to keep any secrets outside the bounds of two individuals....there lies the biggest counter argumentation which is so prevalent in order to hide the ongoing conspiracies....and their true masters of PNAC.....assassins of the White House Murder Inc.
I am convinced there is such a plot, international in scope, generations old in planning, and incredibly evil in intent. You will find the truth-often surprising, sometimes unpleasant, always vital-in the pages that follow. Gary Allen has done a masterful job of combining the hundreds of scattered facts and hidden clues of the Rockefeller puzzle until one unmistakable pattern emerges. The picture that is revealed when The Rockefeller File is finally opened may shock you. In this book, http://www.mega.nu:8080/ampp/gary_allen_rocker/ you will learn why the Rockefellers follow the policies they do, what their goals are, where they intend to take America ... and why it is essential they be stopped. I urge you to read The Rockefeller File and to encourage your friends to do the same.
The disgraced envies of the brain dead 14Hmars.
Ghassan Coward Charbel, Al-Hakhamyat of 14Hmars.
I write to you, because you are the first slain victim; the first martyr. Yours was the first funeral. You certainly remember that day, April 13, 1967.... . Your body embraced the first bullets and you feel in deep sleep. Who knows, perhaps you may have agreed to be the first martyr as long as you were the last. You miscalculated. I write to you. I bow to your memory and to the pains of your family. I have faith in your tolerance and apologize if my candor borders on insolence. I have a feeling that if you were to hear of what happened after you were gone, you would have insisted on dying on the day you died. No regrets. No remorse.
I write to you in the name of your partners in the curse of the homeland; on a map that resembles a ship torn with holes, in a history cooked with honey and poison, in a geography hanging on hurricanes and ropes. I write to you in the name of everyone who has lost a ceiling or a village, everyone who has lost a dear one or part of his body, who has vomited old dreams, or who was planted by despair in faraway lands.
You were the first slain victim. I salute you for your early absence. I salute and envy you. You closed your eyes before the golden lie was exposed, before the deception revealed its contents; before seeing Fakhreddine regretting his return from exile, Gibran Khalil Gibran resigning his position, the Rahbanis apologizing from the beautiful moon that has turned into a petty spy in the skies of the disgraced nation.
I salute and envy you. You did not inspect how they fought, quarreled and killed. You did not hear the fire weeping in the bricks. You did not see the smoke coming out of the towns and camps, the corpses forgotten on the streets, the blood neglected at the barricades, the crowds of the displaced and terrified, the factories of orphans and widows, or the smiles of pirates climbing the trees of blood.
You were the first slain victim. I accuse you of being lucky. Hence, do not regret. Do not be sad. Do not shed a tear. I can almost say that you survived. You did not witness the outcomes of Lebanese coexistence. You did not see Beirut committing suicide. You did not see it commit suicide. You did not see the escapees on boats. You did not enjoy watching the long lines in front of the embassies.
I will not argue with you. My position is too weak. I fear that you may ask me about what happened during your absence; that you may ask me to count the wars. It is a tedious mission. I remember the "two-year war." I cannot forget seeing Israeli soldiers usurping the first Arab capital in 1982; the scene of Yasser Arafat leaving then seeing him again in Tripoli before he was evicted from there; then the "Mountain War" which tore through the remaining Lebanese fabric; which Mr. Elie Hobeika tried desperately to alleviate on the Lebanese by working tirelessly, day and night for 2 years to bring about PEACEFUL coexistence for Lebanon and SYRIA, only to be deceived, betrayed by the axis of EVILS of the 14Hmars and the American KILLERS, which brought about untold misery, economic calamities and more on the Christians and on all Lebanese, since the Tripartite agreement was not allowed to survive...by greed, jealousy and cowardly stooges, agents and creeps of the evil alliances of CIA/MOSSAD, the Kornet Chehwan gathering of KILLERS etc. which lead to... the "February 6 Uprising"; the "Camp War"; the militias massacring one another on the streets of Beirut; the vacancy in the presidential palace in 1988; the initiative by the "amputated cabinet" back then which led to declaring the sweet War of Liberation followed by the sweeter War of Elimination....by the infamous White House Murder Inc....and much more barbaric actions to come courtesy of the infamous White House Murder Inc.
I will not argue with you. I fear that you may ask me about unfortunate accidents that targeted Kamal Jumblat by the infamous White House Murder Inc., Bashir Gemayel..by the infamous White House Murder Inc.., Hassan Khalid by Walid Jumblatt , Rachid Karami by the war criminal Samir Geagea and Rene Mouawad by the war criminal Walid Jumblatt who conspired with Yasser Arafat in order to murder a Chehabi and a president elect whom he despised profusely.... I fear that you may ask me about the barbaric assassination that targeted the national HEROES Mr. Elie HOBEIKA, Dimitri Ajram, Walid El-Zein, Fares Sweidan on January 24th 2002, 9.40 AM in Hazmieh by the White House Murder inc., and chief among its members are Syria, KSA, Israel and Johnny Abdo Hariri....OOPS, Rafik Fahd Hariri, Basil Fleicann, Samir Hawi, Amine Gamal, Gobran Touefcia, Walid Eldodo, or the names of those who were targeted but survived with scarred bodies and souls. Frankly, I fear that you may ask for the name of the next martyr, and I neither want to predict nor to foretell. I will not argue with you. I fear that you may ask me about what the majority calls "the era of the mandate" and what the opposition dubs "the American-Israeli Axis"; the number of flags that have risen in South Lebanon over the past decades; the number of international resolutions concerned with the fate of the land of cedars; the number of envoys who have visited Lebanon; and about independence, sovereignty, and the state of institutions, the rule of law, and the dignity of the constitution. Answers of this type require full dedication, an unavailable luxury....
I am not pessimistic to the point of denying all positive signs. Once upon a day, deputies met at al-Taif and made peace. I smell discomfort with the Taif Accord as if its garment has become too tight for some new sizes. I also admit that the Lebanese have resisted and successfully liberated their land as they made huge sacrifices. I admit that the resistance prevented Israel from scoring victory in the July war and inflicted defeat upon the prestige of its army. I also admit that we are on the way to lose the state and the gains of the resistance. I admit my fear of Iraqization.... by the infamous White House Murder Inc.
You are the first slain victim. I will not double your grief and pain. The presidential palace is vacant and sweet. The government is a misfit but sweet. Speaker Berri has invented a new way of retiring parliaments. Deputies earn their salaries in return for appearing on cable TV.
Let me level with you. You have lost nothing because you were murdered on that day. Most probably you won. You survived the flood of hideousness and horrible commitments. To be Lebanese after the date on became a martyr means to be disgraced. I envy you because you have not floated in the sea of disgrace. I envy you because the disgraced envies the slain. He envies the owner of the first funeral.