Seascapes and Sand
a political romantic fiction novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
Volume 4A of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose

Page 77
Chapter 7 - The Rat Campaign

Chapter 7 - The Rat Campaign





      I don't know for how long I had sat in my corner alone when the bartender came over and brought me a drink that I hadn't ordered. He put it in front of me with a smile. "It's a Grand Marnier," he said. "It is a gift from the gentleman in the booth behind you." He pointed in the direction towards the rear of the room, and nodded.

      I took a zip. The taste was familiar. Happier times came to mind, carefree times. I stood up to thank the man, a tall gray-haired man in a black suit. He was likewise alone.

      "You are a champion," said the man, greeting me, raising his own glass of the same kind of drink. "You have managed to scare away the most beautiful woman in the world, who obviously loves you, and you did it in less than ten minutes."

      I raised my hand to say something.

      "Don't bother," he said. "You don't have a clue why you succeeded." He spoke with a strong English sounding accent.

      "Ah, you Englishmen have all the answers?" I replied. I said this instead of defending myself and smiled.

      "Answers?" he replied in return and laughed. "My advantage is, that I happen to live closer to the sewer than you do. It took me years to sniff out the places where the stench comes from; the stench that chased your lady away."

      "It is a case of cultural differences," I interrupted him.

      He began to laugh again. "You are funny," he said. "You are dreaming. You are dreaming these convoluted dreams, because you don't know."

      "Know what?" I interjected.

      "Sit down!" demanded the man. "Let me surprise you. Let me tell you about the stench that I have first-hand knowledge of. The stench has no boundaries, no cultural dimension, nor has it any cultural roots. It is like a dark mist that has blanketed the world. It has infested the world and now makes it stink to high heaven."

      I sat down facing the man across the table. He was immaculately dressed, wearing a dark red tie.

      "The stench started in Germany a long time ago," I said quietly, just to say something. I had no idea what he was talking about. Germany was an easy one to blame. After two world wars and the new age of the freedom of the money, a lot of things were not normal anymore. I had been there. I had seen it. Something was rotten there alright. Amongst the glitter, sanity was rotting in the streets. Was this what he meant?

      "Oh, I see, you are mad at the Germans, because Hitler didn't follow your masters' dictates, and nearly defeated you; is that it?" said the man. "Hitler was supposed to obliterate the Soviet Union and defeat communism. Isn't that what he was hired for? He was supposed to crack open Russia, and thereby enable the looting of it by the Anglo-American empire. Isn't that what your Harriman crowd hired him for? But he foiled you. He went west and took Western Europe first; he turned against the club that paid for his career, both from America, and from within the British Empire. Are you still mad that Hitler backstabbed you? But in any case you are wrong my friend, the stench didn't start in Germany." The man burst into laughter while he was still speaking. "This is really getting funny," he said moments later. "You seem to be an intelligent person, but how is it that you don't know the rotten core where the stench came from long before Hitler, and even long before the Soviet Union was formed. Communism, fascism, and eugenicism, are all fundamentally identical, because they are all 'children' of this deep-rooted stench. The stench started even before Malthus, before the Poor Laws, and actually before the British Empire was born. The empire was built on the children of the stench. The stench began to rise long before the USA was as much as thought of as an idea."

      I raised my hand calmly. "Ah, I see. You are referring to that stench, the stench that broke the second renaissance in the world, the stench that inspired Napoleon, who nearly destroyed Russia in 1812. If this is what you are referring to, then I am correct in what I said. This stench did start in Germany, didn't it. As I recall, vaguely, something started there a long time ago that changed the world, am I right? The details are a mystery. But something started there that eventually destroyed Germany, that should have been prevented."

      The man nodded. He spoke quietly now. "A great stench began to rise in 1748 in a town in Germany, you are correct in that, even though it had a long prior history.  The rising of the stench in a big way began in Frankfurt in a small shop of a goldsmith business that was also dealing in gold coins. The shop had a red shield hung in front of its door, a roth schild as they would have said in German at the time."

       "I know where this is going," I interjected. "The owner's name was Bauer," am I correct. "Bauer had a son named Meyer, whom he trained in the art of making money by using money, the art of usury. Meyer was a fast learner, and after his father's death he went to Hanover to perfect his mastery of the art, by working for the bank of the Oppenheimers, starting as a clerk, where he was recognized for his 'talents' and became a junior partner of the bank. My boss has always been demanding me to study history, especially the hidden kind of history that stands behind the history of our nation. Some of that starts with Mayer, doesn't it? While working with the Oppenheimers, Meyer learned that loaning money to governments and kings was much more profitable than loaning to private individuals. Not only were the loans bigger, but they were secured by the nation's taxes. Through the Oppenheimers, Meyer gained access to the upper crust, to General Estorff and Prince William of Hessen, I believe. On these high-level assets Meyer began to build his own banking business. He went back to Frankfurt, bought the old firm that his father had built. He kept the red shield and changed his name to Rothschild. Monetarism became his identity. He built one of the world's biggest monetarist empire on this name that came from the gold shop, a name that would be spread across the world by his five sons and his grandson Jacob Schiff. But Meyer did also something else, where the really big stench came from. He created the Illuminati. He said he needed to break the power of the church that controlled much of the royalty at the time. He had access to fairly high places. Meyer became a court agent for Prince William, who was also the grandson of George II of England, who was the cousin of George III, and a nephew of the King of Denmark, who in turn was a brother- in-law of the King of Sweden. With this inside connection the House of Rothschild became the go between for the big Frankfurt bankers. But there was always this barrier that Meyer couldn't break, which he may have called 'this damn chokehold of morality' that the churches had on the royalty; and that was bad for business. So Meyer went to a renegade Catholic priest. He may have said, 'help me to break this hold.' The priest may have answered that he might want to revive the old German cult, the Illuminati, that had existed in the 15th Century, which had practiced the occult and had professed to possess the 'light' that Lucifer retained, the fabled Morning Star that fell from heaven, which then became Satan. The priest Weishaupt was a born a Jew, but was educated by the Jesuits. For understandable reasons, he developed an intense hatred for the Jesuits who tried to brainwash him; so he became an atheist and an admirer of Voltaire, the famous revolutionary at the time with wild 'liberal' religious views. Voltaire had preached that a reign of terror should be spread over the whole earth for as long as any Christian would be found obstinate enough to adhere to Christianity. Yes, I can smell the stench already, is this what you mean? Weisehaupt was promptly hired by Meyer to form a new secret society on the model of the old Illuminati to break the church that stood in the way of business. And so the new Illuminati began, and quickly grew into a giant in the shadow of the Rothschild empire. It became a satanic enterprise operating in secrecy to eradicate Christian morality. The Jewish connection, which became strong, may have come from Weishaupt. So it makes sense, that in later years Jacob Schiff, the grandson of Meyer, provided a large sum in gold coins to Trotsky and Lenin, who were both Jewish and Illuminate, who offered to serve the British Empire as the 'revolutionaries,' who would overthrow the Provisional Government in Russia for their British masters. The Provisional Government had been set up after the real revolution that had already happened by then. The Illuminati literally stole the Russian people's revolution, and turned it into the Bolshevik madhouse that created a communist empire. The Bolshevik Revolution, as it was called, really wasn't a revolution at all. It was merely a takeover of power. The driving force didn't come from the grassroots level of the population. It was bought with Illuminati supplied gold. It was a revolution betrayed by foreign agents in the interest of a foreign private power. The stench that came from the Illuminati stable, had become the dominant force in the history of the world. The Bolshevik revolution was a satanic enterprise of the Illuminati. The whole Bolshevik system became a satanic enterprise. Once the Bolsheviks were in power, the real blood-orgy began in Russia. The 'revolution' began to 'cleanse' the land in a brutal civil war in which millions were killed, which would later be overshadowed by the 1932 holocaust for the 'cleansing' of the Ukraine. If you want to talk stench, I think that is were you need to start and go on without closing your eyes to where it came from. And it started in Germany. What became the murdering of millions in Russia was financed by Jacob Schiff from New York on behalf of the British Empire. But the Empire had failed, hadn't it? Russia did not collapse under Bolshevism, which proves that there is no real power in the satanic fantasy of the Illuminati. Satanism is not a power. Love is a power."

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