Skull Knight Quotes

To know of a terrible injustice is a tragedy, but to know of a tragedy and not speak of the horrific injustice is, in itself, a crime against humanity.

That's so typical. You won't steal a baby, but you're too lazy to conjugate.

I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. II. What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare. III. If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly I did turn as he pointed, neither pride Now hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be. IV. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out through years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope With that obstreperous joy success would bring, I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope. V. As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end The tears and takes the farewell of each friend, And hears one bit the other go, draw breath Freelier outside, ('since all is o'er,' he saith And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;') VI. When some discuss if near the other graves be room enough for this, and when a day Suits best for carrying the corpse away, With care about the banners, scarves and staves And still the man hears all, and only craves He may not shame such tender love and stay. VII. Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest, Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ So many times among 'The Band' to wit, The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best, And all the doubt was now - should I be fit? VIII. So, quiet as despair I turned from him, That hateful cripple, out of his highway Into the path he pointed. All the day Had been a dreary one at best, and dim Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray. IX. For mark! No sooner was I fairly found Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two, Than, pausing to throw backwards a last view O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round; Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. I might go on, naught else remained to do. X. So on I went. I think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove! But cockle, spurge, according to their law Might propagate their kind with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove. XI. No! penury, inertness and grimace, In some strange sort, were the land's portion. 'See Or shut your eyes,' said Nature peevishly, It nothing skills: I cannot help my case: Tis the Last Judgement's fire must cure this place Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.

Even if the devil worshipper is simply ‘worshipping one’s self,’ as their heretical chronicles proclaim, it does nothing to quail my disdain for their kind. The fact that a single evil one whom most of us cannot see or hear in this world, is replaced by an entire army of greedy, heartless and soulless human beings stripped of their conscience and performing human sacrifice, in effigy or otherwise, is indeed far more sinister than the existence of one actual ‘devil.

The 'devil' could be a naked, evil man in the bowels of a Scottish castle, laughing madly with horns gorilla-glued to his head. Or an anorexic cat lady in a cluttered and ammonia-laden loft on Fifth Avenue. Either way, I will reveal to you the precise mechanics of her craft, and unmask her historic 'dupes' before you right now.

Following the killing of Osama Bin Laden, in a mission coined Operation Neptune Spear (Neptune being synonymous with King Nimrod who built the tower of Babel), there was a US Navy ‘burial at sea.’ We were all led to believe that, for the event, Bin Laden’s body was ‘encased in concrete’ (just as the cadaver of Lincoln had supposedly been) and cast ‘into the sea.’ Also if you will remember, for the assassination mission, carried out by Seal Team 6, Bin Laden had the distinction of having been assigned the code-name, ‘Geronimo!

The stunned knight came upon a field Where nothing lived, just scattered skulls and bones. What battle had been fought, what did it yield? No one remembers why the screams and groans. Why are you mute field? Why overgrown with grasses of oblivion?

The boys asked themselves, naturally, if they could kill someone. Geraint had been brought up on tales of knights-at-arms and Icelandic warriors, but he did not imagine blood. Charles had disappointed his father by taking no pleasure in foxhunting or shooting. He rather thought he could not. Philip was not really listening to the conversation. He was looking at the juxtaposition of textures in the grass, the flowers, and the silks, and the very rapid colour changes that were taking place as the sky darkened. Browning and vanishing of red, efflorescence and deepening of blues. Tom imagines the thud and suck of a bomb, the flying stone and mortar, and could not quite imagine the crushing or burning of flesh. He thought of his own skull and his own ribs. Bone under skin and tendons. No one was safe

SILENT, SHE WAITS FOR the sky to fall, standing upon an island of volcanic rock amidst a black sea. The long moonless night yawns before her. The only sounds, a flapping banner of war held in her lover’s hand and the warm waves that kiss her steel boots. Her heart is heavy. Her spirit wild. Peerless knights tower behind her. Salt spray beads on their family crests—emerald centaurs, screaming eagles, gold sphinxes, and the crowned skull of her father’s grim house. Her Golden eyes look to the heavens. Waiting. The water heaves in. Out. The heartbeat of her silence.

And are we not guilty of offensive disparagement in calling chess a game? Is it not also a science and an art, hovering between those categories as Muhammad’s coffin hovered between heaven and earth, a unique link between pairs of opposites: ancient yet eternally new; mechanical in structure, yet made effective only by the imagination; limited to a geometrically fixed space, yet with unlimited combinations; constantly developing, yet sterile; thought that leads nowhere; mathematics calculating nothing; art without works of art; architecture without substance – but nonetheless shown to be more durable in its entity and existence than all books and works of art; the only game that belongs to all nations and all eras, although no one knows what god brought it down to earth to vanquish boredom, sharpen the senses and stretch the mind. Where does it begin and where does it end? Every child can learn its basic rules, every bungler can try his luck at it, yet within that immutable little square it is able to bring forth a particular species of masters who cannot be compared to anyone else, people with a gift solely designed for chess, geniuses in their specific field who unite vision, patience and technique in just the same proportions as do mathematicians, poets, musicians, but in different stratifications and combinations. In the old days of the enthusiasm for physiognomy, a physician like Gall might perhaps have dissected a chess champion’s brain to find out whether some particular twist or turn in the grey matter, a kind of chess muscle or chess bump, is more developed in such chess geniuses than in the skulls of other mortals. And how intrigued such a physiognomist would have been by the case of Czentovic, where that specific genius appeared in a setting of absolute intellectual lethargy, like a single vein of gold in a hundredweight of dull stone. In principle, I had always realized that such a unique, brilliant game must create its own matadors, but how difficult and indeed impossible it is to imagine the life of an intellectually active human being whose world is reduced entirely to the narrow one-way traffic between black and white, who seeks the triumphs of his life in the mere movement to and fro, forward and back of thirty-two chessmen, someone to whom a new opening, moving knight rather than pawn, is a great deed, and his little corner of immortality is tucked away in a book about chess – a human being, an intellectual human being who constantly bends the entire force of his mind on the ridiculous task of forcing a wooden king into the corner of a wooden board, and does it without going mad!

The flag that Templar knights carried into battle was called the Beauceant, and consisted of two panels, one black and one white. As we have seen, the Templars were also known for collecting relics—primarily bones—of Christian saints while they were in the Holy Land. One of their most treasured relics was said to be the skull of St. Euphemia, which was displayed in ceremonies with her two crossed leg bones. Some have argued that the bones were not those of St. Euphemia, but it is now widely accepted that the Templars revered the skull and crossed bones of some deceased donor during their private ceremonies.

Lark wrapped an arm around me and started to speak until Bailey’s startled voice interrupted us. A huge football player had her pinned against the wall and she was yelling for him to back off. Instead, he crowded her more while playing with her blonde hair. “Hey!” I yelled as Lark and I rushed over. Six four and wide shouldered, the guy was wasted and angry at the interruption. “Fuck off, bitches,” he muttered. Bailey clawed at his neck, but he had her pinned in a weird way, so she couldn’t get any leverage. While I was ready to jump on him in a weak attempt to save my friend, someone shoved the football player off Bailey. I hadn’t even seen the guy appear, but he stood between Bailey and the pissed jerk. “Fuck off, man,” the asshole said. “She’s mine.” “Nick,” Bailey mumbled, looking ready to cry. “He humped my leg. Crush his skull, will ya?” Nick frowned at Bailey who was leaning on him now. The football player was an inch or two bigger than Nick and outweighed him by probably fifty pounds. Feeling the fight would be short, the asshole reached for Bailey’s arm and Nick nailed the guy in the face. To my shock, the giant asshole collapsed on the ground. “My hero,” Bailey said, looking ready to puke. She caressed Nick’s biceps and asked, “Do you work out?” Running his hands through his dark wavy hair, Nick laughed. “You’re so wasted.” “And you’re like the Energizer Bunny,” she cooed. “My bro said you took a punch, yet kept on ticking.” Nick started to speak then heard the asshole’s friends riled up. I was too drunk to know if everything happened really quickly or if my brain just took awhile to catch up. The guys rushed Nick who dodged most of them and hit another. The room emptied out except for Nick, the guys, and us. I grabbed a beer bottle and threw it at one of the guys shoving Nick. When the bottle hit him in the back, the bastard glared at me. “You want to fight, bitch?” “Leave her alone,” Nick said, kicking one guy into the jerk looking to hit me. As impressive as Nick was against six guys, he was just one guy against six. A losing bet, he took a shot to the face then the gut. Lark grabbed a folding chair and went WWE on one guy. I was tossing beers in the roundabout direction of the other guys. Yet, Bailey was the one who ended the fight by pulling out a gun. “Back the fuck off or I’ll burn this motherfucking house to the ground!” she screamed then fired at a lamp. Everyone stopped and stared at her. When she noticed me wide-eyed, Bailey frowned. “Too much?” Grinning, I followed Lark to the door. Nick followed us while the assholes seemed ready to piss themselves. Well, except for an idiot who looked ready to go for Bailey’s gun. "Dude,” Nick muttered, “that’s Bailey Fucking Johansson. Unless you want to end up in a shallow grave, back the fuck off.” “What he said!” Bailey yelled, waving her gun around before I hurried her out of the door. The cold air sobered up Bailey enough for her to return the gun to her purse. She was still drunk enough to laugh hysterically as we reached the SUV. “Did you see me kill that lamp?” “You did good,” I said, groggy as my adrenaline shifted to nausea and the alcohol threatened to come back up on me. Nick walked us to the SUV. “Next time, you might want to wave the gun around before you get drunk and dance.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” Bailey growled, crawling into the backseat. Then, realizing he saved her, she crawled back to face him. “You were so brave. I should totally get you off as a thank you." “Maybe another time,” he said, laughing as she batted her eyes at him. “Are you guys safe to drive?” Lark nodded. “I’m sober enough to remember everything tomorrow. Trust me that there’ll be mocking.

I was reading over all his information and this nigga was a diagnosed psychopath. He was seeing a psychiatrist twice a week. His records said when he was younger, his hobbies included killing animals, collecting the skulls and setting fires.

Their voices thrummed inside my skull, blending together in a mishmash of meaningless abstracted phonemes until it sounded like footsteps on the earth covering my coffin.

Ok, that’s cool,” said Dave, “but as I was saying— “I am Guyjack!” said another ninja, jumping up and doing a flip in the air. He was wearing light blue robes. “I am the leader of the Ninja Squad, and master of ice!” “And I am Ash,” said another ninja. “I want to be the very best—like no-one ever was! I am the leader of the Ninja Squad!” “Listen,” said Dave, “you don’t all need to—” “I am Chase!” yelled another ninja, doing a double backflip and then pulling a pose. “I am an agile, sneaky and strong elf, and the noble leader of the Ninja Squad!” Dave noticed that Chase had pointy ears. Although something about them didn’t look quite right... “I’m Knight Swagger!” said a huge ninja with muscles bulging through his black robes. “I’m a pro fighter and…” “Let me guess,” said Dave, “the leader of the Ninja Squad?” “Um, yes,” said Knight Swagger. A ninja in armour stepped forward. At first Dave thought, to his surprise, that the armour was made of bedrock, but then he looked closer and saw that it was just painted wood. “Behold,” said the ninja, “it is I, Knight Galaxy, the master of bedrock and slayer of lies. Also, I’m the leader of the Ninja Squad.” Dave was just about to say something when another ninja ran forward, flipping through the air and swirling two wooden swords around. “I am Oof!” he said. “The leader of the Ninja Squad! No foe can survive my swift sword attack ninjutsu!” “Do you fear the dark?” asked another ninja. This one was clad in black robes but without an eye slit, so he looked like a shadow. “I am Darkest Night, the master of the darkness and leader of the Ninja Squad!” “Flame on!” yelled another ninja, running forward and striking a pose. He was wearing red robes. “I am Jolt Flame, the leader of the Ninja Squad and Master of the Sacred Fire!” “I am the leader of the Ninja Squad too!” said another ninja. He had a white skull painted on the front of his hood and bones painted on the rest of his body. “I am Segid the Skeleton!” “But… you’re not a skeleton?” said Dave. “One day I will be,” said Segid. “I am Jackson,” said another ninja. “The Ninja in the Iron Mask and the leader of the Ninja Squad.”  True to his name, Jackson was wearing a helmet made of iron that covered his whole face, leaving only holes for his eyes.

Whether you’re an atheist, a satanist, a new-ager, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Christian, or just confused, you will walk away from the next 5 or so hours having 100% picked a side; and you will be quite firm in your beliefs, no matter which path you’ve chosen. Yea, though there still … only be two paths: that of, ‘Good,’ and … ‘Evil!

Enjoy the warm Sunshine!

But one clue for which no such argument can be made is hidden in Michelangelo’s depiction of the Cumaean Sibyl : In this work, Michelangelo added the infamous ‘sixth knuckle’ to the muscular lady-giant’s left fist (image). The verse below will explain the meaning of this beast

Natural selection means that, you killed your neighbor or took his belongings simply because he was ‘weaker’ than you. Selfishness perpetuates this scam and the atrocities which you personally commit in the name of greed ultimately keeps your slave masters in power.

along with the whole Royal Family Tribe of Judah theme, guess what the name of the new split kingdom of Judah was called? Time’s up: The United Kingdom! That’s right, they called it the UK! You just can’t make this stuff up.

Sacrificing one’s first born child is an ancient canaanite ritual, and the provision of a ram for sacrifice instead of the boy shows that YHWH was attempting

Palestine (the Muslims) squaring off in this epic battle of the ages. Ironically, many Muslims despise ‘Jews,’ not realizing that they are, themselves, ‘Hebrews’ if they truly believe their own Quran. The three Pentateuch-reading religions—Judaism, Islam, and Christianity—are referred to as the ‘Abrahamic’ religions. What separates the three is, the ‘denial’ of Christ being our ‘Lord and Savior’—the ancient mechanism of antichrist. If you will remember, this was one of the central requirements for partaking in the ‘Knowledge of Good and Evil’ : ‘the denial of the existence of God.’ Most readers never catch on to any of these scriptural nuances, (‘tweaks’) and head to their respective temples every week simply to play church.

And now I will demonstrate that the teachings in your child’s classroom are no different from those of Anton Lavey’s—founder of the modern-day satanic church :

shall have no other gods before me.

make no mistake that there is only one true God.

a pyramid—a triangle. In Nashville, a full-scale version of the Parthenon has been rebuilt; we will use an image of this structure to demonstrate this architectural evolution from Egyptian to Roman architecture. In this image, look for the pyramid—triangle—which is to this day supported by ‘Jacob’s Pillars’ : image. Jacob’s architectural ‘pillar’ element evolved through Greek and Roman times into an architectural ‘order’ whose components, the Doric, Ionic, and later Corinthian, Orders were

Prometheus is a brilliant analogue for Nimrod—and his ‘system of antichrist’—since the whole ‘regenerating liver’ theme is a profound metaphor for the rise and fall of evil dictators who pulled the same exact

David Childs, who designed One World Trade Center, was the personal architect for Osama bin Laden’s father. - Bin Laden’s father is a billionaire who himself is an international tower builder and has done business with the Bushes for years. - Mohammed bin Awad bin Laden’s oldest son Salem was one of George Bush’s first business partners. So, to clear the air here: Osama Bin Laden ‘knocked the Towers down’ and then we hired his father’s architect to profit from cleaning up the mess—this is controlled conflict 101. - Childs and bin Laden’s father also collaborated to raise the Burj Khalifa which currently is the tallest tower in the world; its name translates to ‘successor tower’—‘Antichrist Tower.’ Burj means ‘Tower’ and Khalifa means ‘successor,’ which

his feet part of iron and part of clay.’—The Towers were made of iron and their ‘feet’ are called ‘footers!’ Concrete would have been

a stone was cut out without hands…’—This ‘stone without hands’ comment certainly sounds like an airplane to me. That this ‘stone’ was ‘cut without hands,’ shows that it was a symmetrical and polished type of shape, with arms. If it were just any raw rock or ‘millstone,’ Daniel would have simply called the object

jet airplane could be the only logical explanation for what is described in the passage above. Below we will finish our study of Daniel 2; the scripture below describes exactly what happened on 9/11 after the towers fell. Daniel

and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.’ If you google image ‘ground zero 9/11’—or, if you witnessed it on the news a million times like I did—the image of the ‘great mountain’ of debris is now burned in your mind and matches sentence 2 perfectly.

Donald means 'world ruler' and himself is a 'tower-builder' who lives at the top of Trump ‘tower.’ I hope I've grabbed your attention.

And that, my friend, is how the State of Virginia really got her name.

the Revolution ‘Number 9’ whom the Beatles driveled-on about in 1968—spoken-of in Revelation 9 in The Bible—the rise of ‘the destroyer’ who had previously destroyed

up at Athena’s statue, which proudly stands atop the Capitol Dome in DC, and every hair on your back will likely stand erect. It appears that Aeneas finally declared this new world empire when Bush stuck that, ‘Out of Context’ Virgil quote on the side of the Ishtar-gate-blue wall, deep within the bowels of ‘One World’ trade center. Having seen this Apollonian complex with my own eyes, I gotta say that Aeneas gave the destroyer more than he’d bargained for.

The Apotheosis of Washington. Apotheosis means: the elevation of someone to divine status—deification—‘becoming god.

And just think: a quote from Aeneas’s adventure, the Aeneid, now romantically adorns the outer wall of the necropolis deep within the cave beneath George Bush’s newest temple of Apollo. For a visual demonstration of the symbolism behind this new Temple dedicated to Apollo watch the following Judah Vision video: ‘Satan Invoked SuperBowl 52 | Satanic Halftime Show Video.

Judaism is a religion! Not a race! We are all connected by blood to these multicolored, ‘Jewish’ Tribes!

Alexandria, Virginia—was named for Alexander the Great, perhaps we should take this type of destructive ‘predictive programming’ quite seriously.

Cumae : ‘No day shall erase you from the memory of time

fulfilled prophecy, also known as the ‘signs and wonders’ spoken-of in the Bible.

Eerily, on 9/15/2017—just days prior—the 4 Billion dollar Cassini space craft, named for an Italian ‘engineer’—was crashed into the hexagonal ‘eye of Saturn’ (image) by NASA. The hexagon is highly revered in sacred geometry; and, in case you forgot, the temple of saturn

This hexagonal shape is even incorporated into Aldean’s new logo; just look at his ‘award winning’ stage-lighting featuring this ‘eye of saturn’ (image), which made for the perfect backdrop for a mass-human-sacrifice. Aldean’s logo—featured in the last image—boasts a single hexagram which is accentuated by the outline of three more hexagrams.

understanding of its relation to the occult, there are entire documentaries dedicated to this ‘sacred geometry’ and these ‘magical’ properties.

The events of 9/11 were predicted in the ‘Back to the Future’ movies, and, in dozens of other, movies, magazines, and album covers…including Busta Rhymes’ 1997 album, titled, ‘When Disaster Strikes.’ When Disaster Strikes, was released a mere four years before the events of 9/11 unfolded. The art on the DVD features a sinister-looking

This explains why talking owls have now appeared in our culture, and are being featured on television peddling everything from Tootsie Roll

Statue of Liberty’ is, literally, Alexander the Great—the model for the Greek image of Apollo—in a dress! This makes sense, since Apollo was known

would get started on that whole ‘apology’ thing, right away, if I were you. This is the cycle of sorrow—these are the ‘stones of emptiness.

They are deceived. If you listen to the song ‘imagine,

There are only a few holdouts—North Korea and Iran being the main culprits—and it looks like we are attempting to subdue them now. This is all that’s holding back this age-old cycle of destruction.

Members of Skull and Bones are ordered to bequeath most of their great fortunes back to The Order’s trust—The Russell Trust Association, whose financial books are even off-limits to the IRS.

Ragnar Redbeard’—once again, the author of Might is Right—uses this Biblical metaphor of the ‘thistle’ (above, in verse 16) while shedding light upon this technology of a secretive group who hoards wealth while subversively ruling from the shadows, when he stated the following over 100 years ago: ‘Is it not a fact that in actual life, the ballot-box votes of ten million subjective personalities are as thistle down in the balance, when weighed against the far seeing thought, and material prowess of, say, ten strong silent men?

Ahem….I’m sorry, ‘Charles Darwin’s idea’ of evolution was plagiarized from a colleague of Darwin’s who was compensated for his textual collection of ignorance in the form of East India Railroad Company stock. Darwin was then sent to India by EIC to learn the evil ways of this ancient Roman scam under the tutelage of East India Co. In India, there is still a festival named in Darwin’s honor.

we now know, Daniel is one such Brother who had surely passed through the Ishtar Gate (image). A Gate which was excavated in Babylon, and was moved along with satan’s seat into the Pergamon Museum in Germany (Revelation 2:12-13), prior to Hitler’s coup d’état, which was financed by Skull and Bones. It is public record that the US government seized assets controlled by Brown Brothers Harriman—heirs to the East India Co. dynasty of evil who

666; you only ask someone if they ‘understand’ you if you've already provided them with a cursory explanation of the idea in question—it is a riddle for which we have been given the information to solve and we will, below. When reading the passage below, remember, King Solomon is the ‘wisest man in The Bible.’ Look at 1 Kings 4 : King James Version (KJV) 30 And Solomon's wisdom excelled the wisdom of all the children of the east country,

After falling from YHWH’s grace, Solomon kept up to 700 wives and 300 concubines in his harem. In fact, Solomon also built a great Temple to Molech with which to attract young ladies from the corners of

And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam. He went his way therefore, and washed, and came seeing.

The Third Temple will countdown the final years of mankind as we know it. Daniel discusses this ‘third Temple’ when he remarks, ‘the prince who is to come’—the antichrist—will enter the Temple and stop the

And, Osama’s body was supposedly ‘dumped in the ocean.’ Hmmm…

some unsuspecting librarian must’ve mindlessly uploaded the historic document without realizing its damning historical significance.

Blessed be the name of YHWH for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are His. He changes the times and the seasons, He removes kings and makes kings, He imparts wisdom unto those who

But, the iron and clay will not stick together, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another, just as iron will not mix with clay. ‘And in the days of these kings,

rebuilt in the Pergamon Museum. The sinister project was completed in 1930, and now you too can behold the famous gates that Daniel must’ve passed through during his exile of Jerusalem if you fly to Germany.

Oh….I almost forgot….There was also the copper scroll which was a treasure map of golden treasures from the Temple. Are we paying attention?

would've certainly taken notice of the glimmering

King James Version (KJV) 9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? 10 Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

you want to really creep yourself out, watch the unedited version (click here) of the news interview showing Paddock’s brother rambling for thirty minutes to reporters, while appearing to be terribly high on some stimulant. The gunman’s brother drivels on, explaining how Paddock was a ‘high roller’ at the casinos and how much money he makes, and how he ‘eats $10,000 dollar sushi lunches,’ complimentary. (If you watch this crazy video, your questions pertaining to this heinous event will completely lay to rest.)

The author isn’t saying there is some secret international group behind this entire scheme but there is no doubt that there has been in history, groups that have attempted to manipulate and control societies in this exact manner. Knights Templar Freemasons Bavarian Illuminati Skull and Bones Bilderberg

Synarchy and its Malcontents   The purpose of this book is to provide a historical overview of secret societies and the threat they pose to the global population. It is not meant to purport any political overview, serve as an economic primer or foster xenophobic sentiment. The educated reader can, and likely will, come across suitable works in which he can make an informed viewpoint in this regard; and in all likelihood, he or she has already done so. But in researching this book, one particular strand tends to serve as a unifying factor behind the seeming disparity of these groups. That factor is that of a singular philosophy that seeks to construct a homogenized culture and governmental structure, wielding an inordinate and unassailable power, aided by the twin guardians of finance and cronyism. One in which dissent is silenced—by acts of violence if need be—by force, and control exerted over every aspect of its citizens lives, often unknowingly.

Which can be compared with the statements of Rockefeller himself after his 1973 visit to the People’s Republic of China:   “The social experiment of China under Chairman Mao's leadership is one of the most important and successful in human history." (New York Times, "From a China Traveler," August 10, 1973) “... the family unit is broken up...The children are taken away from the parents and placed in government-run nurseries...The parents may see their children once a week and when they see them they cannot show affection toward the children. The idea is to have the children and the family sever their affection and direct it toward the state. Names are taken away from the children and they are given numbers. There is no individual identity... The commune system is destroying morality in Red China: There is no morality because the love of the family is taken away. There is no honesty and respect among men or between men. There is no human dignity: they are all like animals. There is no guilt associated with murder of individuals for the improvement of the state…

Dangers of internationalist efforts   The dangers of both the Trilateral Commission and the Bilderberg group(s) are directly because, not in spite of, their supposed transparency. By operating in direct view of public scrutiny, they allege benevolence and diplomacy, inviting any casual observer to see for themselves what these meeting seek to accomplish.   Yet, despite this factor of transparency, both organizations remain rooted in an ideology that embraces a centralized and homogenous culture, both free of the nuances and diversity of traditional nation-states, but also fostering an “interdependence” on the sanctity and unassailability of a unified super-power, controlling each and every aspect of its subjects lives and prohibiting free speech, movement, exchange, dissenting opinion and autonomy by the establishment of universal power. In essence, the most successful realization of the Illuminati dream imaginable.

Dangers of the Council on Foreign Relations   In keeping with the central focus, both historically and current, of this book, the Council on Foreign Relations represents one thread in a many tangled web of entities that seek the creation of a centralized world economic super-power, ruled neither by the democratic interests of its citizens nor their democratically-elected leaders, but by an international conglomerate of industry moguls, media figureheads, trans-national corporations and elected global political leaders who seek absolute authority and absolute control over the exchange of finance, media and thought.

Nothing is True, All is Permitted

Did I somehow stumble into a job—one that didn’t even exist when I was born in 1982—for which I am supremely, preternaturally suited? I do fight monsters, just like I always dreamed, even if they are creeps in basements who hate women instead of necromancers in skull-towers who hate lady knights. Without my mom, would I have the grit to keep going? Without my dad, would I have the idealism to bother?

Again he reached for her. Again he brought her up against him. But this time he showed her how very much he'd restrained himself before. Sliding his hand along the base of her neck, he thrust his fingers in her shorn hair and cradled her skull. He put his open mouth on hers, demanding response at once with the thrust of his tongue, and when she didn't open to him, he nipped at her lower lip. She cried out, an incoherent, startled sound. He was inside. Their first kisses had been exploration, a chance for him to taste her, a chance for her to grow used to him. His tongue thrust rhythmically into the cavity of her mouth. Her lips grew tender under his assault. She hardly knew what to think, what to do... but it didn't matter. He had taken control. The care he'd used the first times he'd kissed her was absent now. This time he sought satisfaction, and he sought it angrily, passionately.

Illuminati

The local business owner in today’s America will soon be completely obsolete; so will the rags to riches success story, also known as The American Dream.

The other two branches are slightly more obscure. One is a stag’s skull, and the other a harp. Obviously one of them is for the dour knight and the other for the púca, but I have no idea which is which. Is the grumpiest member of the Guard a secret musician?