Was Going To Do A Brief Post on Andrew Kokesh but

New World Order Cartoons does the job more succinctly than I ever could:

Adam Kokesh...PAYtriot

NWO has a number of his (hers?) Boots to the Ass cartoons here.

Diamonds Are A Jew's Best Friend

I'm working on a new article/post and it is one I believe will be of interest though in digging into the subject I'm finding more avenues to read up on and thus, while early yesterday I expected to have it posted by this evening, I see it is still off on the hazy horizon (that, or I'm eyeing another mirage and if that's the case it will be a big disappointment for me).   

So instead here's another subject about which I knew little, yet in reading a small portion of this book found my interest piqued. 

If you've had the pleasure of reading Robert Friedman's 

Red Mafiya: How the Russian Mob Has Invaded America, you likely came away with a deeper understanding of how the jewish 'people' and mindset both control organized crime at the highest levels and use politicians and the worldwide banking industry to further their goals.  Friedman, a jew, deserves a great deal of credit for bringing this particular slice of jewish reality to light. A non-jew would have never obtained the insight, in particular when it came to 1 on 1 interviews with jewish mafia figures. By virtue of his birth, Friedman had the connections. A smart man, he used those connections to reveal a bit of truth that had previously been hidden from gentile's eyes. 

Another jewish con played on the rest of us is the great Diamond swindle (though, to be honest gentiles caught up in this swindle have their own ego to blame) and the con is featured in a book published in 1982, Edward Jay Epstein's The Diamond Invention. 

Diamonds are, like oil, plentiful. Unlike oil, there's little intrinsic value to a diamond. It traditionally has value in manufacturing endeavors but, otherwise it is just a glassy looking rock that's far from eye-catching.

 That was until the Oppenheimer family and jewish Hollywood joined forces and made gentiles think diamonds = Love; and while Oppenheimer cornered the world market thru his DeBeers' and its spinoffs, much money was spent to both buy politicians and sell the public. 

And in this case we have another jewish author to thank for pulling back the curtain on DeBeers (the cartel) and revealing how this phony operation works, and again it is likely only a fellow jew would have been given the access, including interviews with Harry Oppenheimer and allowed to visit a number of Oppenheimer's mines.

Epstein's investigative work did not rise to the level of Friedman's (for a cartel to operate a global network apparently out of South Africa with a number of satellite corporate offices and control virtually the entire world's production and sale of 1 item requires an awful lot of bribery and/or 'twisting of arms').  Too bad Epstein didn't delve into this too deeply. Yet it is an interesting case study of how it was possible in the 20th century for a single entity to manage seemingly divergent businesses. I have a strong suspicion the oil industry works in much the same manner. Banking too, at its apex. 

So, if you haven't read The Diamond Invention, consider it. I'd provide the entire book here, but for whatever reason, Epstein makes it available for free on his website. Thus, here is the link and the following, to whet your whistle, is taken from Chapter 4 (Pics are supplied by yours truly):

The forbidden zone was a world unto itself.

 The only means of entering it was the Ernest Oppenheimer Bridge, which spanned the Orange River frontier between South Africa and Namibia. Armed guards manned barricades at both the South African and Namibian ends of the bridge. Before I was permitted to pass into the forbidden zone, I had to be met by an escort from the diamond company and issued a plastic security badge.

Inside the forbidden zone is the city of Oranjemund, with its own food-producing farms and reservoirs. The vast mining area runs alongside the Atlantic Ocean. To enter into the mining area, one has to insert his plastic security badge into a slot in the wall and wait for a door to slide open automatically. The central computer, which opens and closes these passageways, tracks the comings and goings of everyone in the mining area. De Beers' helicopters constantly patrol overhead, and closely monitor the activities of the fishing craft that pass by in the ocean (even though the enormous waves would make landing a boat on the beach all but impossible). Behind the beach, a pack of Alsatian guard dogs patrol the no-man's-land between the two barbwire fences. And behind the barbwire fences is the Namib Desert, one of the most inhospitable areas on earth. It is made impenetrable by 1,000-foot-high sand dunes and 120 degree temperatures.

The extraordinary security procedures are considered necessary in Namibia because what is recovered from the 200 mile-long beach is not kimberlite ore but pure gem diamonds, which can be easily pocketed by anyone. In one small crevice in a rock outcropping, some 15,000 carats of sparkling diamonds were found on this beach some years ago.

The mine, if it can be called a mine, is actually the continental shelf of the Atlantic Ocean. To get at the richest lodes of diamonds, the ocean must be literally pushed back and held back long enough to dig out the diamonds. The mechanism for holding back the pounding surf is a ten-story high mound, which, 600 feet out in the ocean, runs parallel to the beach.

Standing on this sandy mound, I looked down into the "mine," which was actually the exposed floor of the ocean. It was an incredible sight; a full-scale battle between man and nature.

"You are looking at the largest construction project in the Southern Hemisphere," observed Clive Cowley. Cowley had been the editor of Namibia's leading newspaper, the Windhoek Advertiser; now he was the chief public affairs officer of De Beers in Namibia. He pointed to the thousands of workers and machines below. Giant bulldozers were belching smoke and scraping the ground with their blades like some kind of prehistoric animal. Powerful pumps were sucking the water out of the mining area through hoses as fast as it sprayed in over the barrier. Ovambo tribesmen, knee-deep in pools of water, were frantically sweeping the gravel off outcrops of rock on the ocean's floor as if they feared that at any moment the barrier might give way, like a sand castle on a beach, and the ocean would come flooding in.

In the center of all this activity was an enormous piece of machinery, more than a football field in length and two stories high, mounted on caterpillar tracks. A continuous belt of steel buckets traveled around it, like cars on a ferris wheel, scooping up sand at one end and depositing it at the other end. It was the largest machine I had ever seen.

"That's the bucket wheel excavator," Cowley explained. "It cost $3.5 million to build, and it can move 1,800 tons of sand an hour." The sand must be stripped away before the workers, called lashers, can get at the diamond-rich gravel.

The Ovambo tribesmen worked with their primitive tools in the shadow of this colossal machine. The contrast between tribal and modern technology was striking. Ironically,, as Cowley pointed out, it was the tribesmen, not the multimillion-dollar machine, who recovered most of the diamonds. These Ovambos had been recruited to work in the ocean mine in the jungles of Ovamba land, a thousand miles to the north. According to Cowley, they usually received eight month contracts from the diamond company. They would board a Hercules cargo plane, leaving their families behind on the kraal, and fly to Oranjemund.

"They have to be literally fought off the plane," Cowley said. For just sweeping the gravel from the rocks, they received $200 a month. For driving trucks and other more skilled jobs, they earned up to $450 a month. This salary is completely exempt from taxes. Their own expense for their eight-month stay at the mines is $22 a month for their dormitory room and food. "By the time they return to Ovamba land, they have enough money to buy cattle, land or even a wife," Cowley concluded.

Suddenly, a tractor the size of a locomotive came racing toward us. As it passed, an Ovambo waved from the cab. He then maneuvered the vehicle precariously on the edge of the mound, which was only about sixty feet wide, and dumped a load of dirt on top of it. Cowley explained that these tractors wage an around-the-clock battle with the Atlantic Ocean. Waves constantly rip away the sand, and these tractors, each of which carries a thirty-five-ton load of sand, constantly fill the breeches in the barrier. If an opening were not immediately filled, the ocean would break through and submerge the entire mine under fifty feet of sea water.

Every day, more than 100 million pounds of sand and gravel are dug out of the ocean mine. From the massive moving of the earth and holding back of the ocean, about two and a half to three pounds of diamonds are recovered each day. "All this effort, and more, purely for the vanity of women," Cowley added, with an edge of irony in his voice. That irony was only compounded by the fact that De Beers had millions of dollars invested in advertising to take advantage of this vanity.

When I viewed the day's catch in the sorting house, which was that day about 6,ooo carats, I saw that unlike in Botswana and Lesotho there were no black or discolored diamonds in the tray. These were clearly not industrial-grade diamonds, but white, well-formed gem diamonds.

"These aren't the same sort of diamonds that come out of a pipe mine," Cowley said. "They have been pounded by ocean waves for millions of years. The inferior diamonds have been smashed to bits eons ago. Only the fittest survive, and these are pure gems."

Pointing to the container of diamonds that had been recovered from the ocean floor that day, he continued, "There are probably more pure gems in that dish than have been recovered today in all the pipe mines in South Africa combined." Cowley estimated that this single day's production would bring in over $1-5 million when they were sold by De Beers in London.

The profits on these Namibian diamonds were enormous. It cost no more to mine and separate these gem diamonds than it did for the industrial-grade diamonds that constituted the bulk of the production of most other mines. Yet these gems sold for one hundred times the price of industrial diamonds. From the four-hundred million dollars in revenues it took in the preceding year for these Namibian diamonds, De Beers realized a net profit of more than two hundred million dollars, making Namibia De Beers' money spinner.

After we left the sorting house, Cowley took me over to see an extraordinary scrap yard. It was enclosed by barbwire ; and filled with enough antique machines to stock a museum. "Once a vehicle or piece of equipment ever enters the mining area, it is never allowed to leave," Cowley said. He explained that this prohibition was necessary in order to prevent anyone from smuggling diamonds out concealed in a piece of equipment. Since it was not practical to attempt to search for an object as small as a diamond, De Beers simply assigned all the vehicles and machines, when they became outmoded, to this graveyard.

This tangle of relics encapsulated the history of the Namibian diamonds. There was, for example, a train of turn-of-the-century railroad cars with German markings. "Namibia was a German colony when diamonds were first found here at the turn of the century," Cowley said. He explained that the diamond fields were then about 100 miles north of Oranjemund. To mine the diamonds, the Germans had built Teutonic towns at Pomona and Kolinanskop, complete with beerhalls and skittle alleys. "The Germans had the blacks sweep the streets every day to keep the sand out of their houses. When they could no longer find ;my diamonds on the beaches they abandoned these towns to the desert. It has become a ghost town; the beerhall is now filled with sand, sand comes halfway tip the walls inside the houses..."

There was also an ominous looking World War 11 battle tank with a British insignia on it. A huge steel blade had been welded in front of the gun turret. "De Beers converted these tanks to bulldozers after the war," Cowley continued, "because there was no bridge across the Orange River then and it was next to impossible to float heavy equipment across on barges." It took until the mid nineteen-fifties before the bridge was built.

Since De Beers' geologist found that most of the diamond lodes were on the ocean floor, a method had to be devised of holding the ocean back, Cowley explained. Assisted by oceanographers at the University of Capetown, engineers initially experimented with the idea of altering the ocean's current so that it would rip up the beach and redeposit the sand farther from the shoreline. This would create a natural barrier behind which the workers could sweep the diamonds out from the bedrock. To shift the direction of the ocean current, they dug a channel across the beach. Unfortunately, the ocean refused to follow the predicted course, and the engineers gave up on the attempt to harness the sea.

Next, the engineers attempted to erect an earthen dam in the ocean at low tide and cover it with a gigantic canvas tarpaulin before the tide returned. They postulated that the tarpaulin would prevent the ocean from dissolving the dam. Working in a rising tide, it took nearly two hours to lash down this cover. Less than an hour later, the waves ripped the tarpaulin to shreds.

The De Beers engineers had to return to their drawing boards. Finally, in the early 1960s, they came up with a system for building a series of dams that would be replenished with sand from the mine as fast as the ocean could strip it away. "After a good deal of trial and error it worked Cowley concluded.

Leaving the mining area, we had to pass through a long narrow building. Along one wall were large mirrors, which, Cowley explained, were two-way glasses through which security guards observed everyone passing through. At the end of one maze-like corridor, there was a turnstile that led to two closed doors, side by side. We went through the turnstile, waited; then a buzzer sounded, and the door on the right opened. "If the other door had opened, you would have had to undergo both an X-ray and body search," Cowley said. He explained that the selection of who gets searched is completely at random. It would be medically dangerous to subject workers to constant dosages of X-rays, therefore only a small percentage of those who passed out of the mining area each day were actually searched. "Everyone from Harry Oppenheimer to Ovambo workers have to pass through that turnstile, and they never know which door is going to open," Cowley added, as he again inserted our security badges into the slot at the end of the passageway.

The last door buzzed opened, and a moment later we were walking down a suburban street in Oranjemund. The transition from the moonscape-like mine to the familiarity of the modern city was somewhat unsettling.

We dined that evening with a group of De Beers executives at the Hexen Kcssel. The decor and cuisine were meant to evoke an "Old World" European spirit, but, like everything else in Oranjemund, the restaurant had been designed and built by De Beers. As far as the De Beers executives were concerned, the Namibian diamond mining operation was a reality that had been created by De Beers. If a revolutionary government ever forced De Beers to relinquish the concession, one executive suggested that mines would be flooded by the ocean in a matter of months, and no more diamonds ever would be recovered. So the forces of nationalism in Namibia would have to come to terms with the diamond cartel.

This Blog Is Now Certified As...

*see note at bottom of post

The economy still sucks here in the USA. Despite that, there are still opportunities to make a buck. And happily for some, Americans have always been eager to play the fool in another man's con game, and this post will reveal one sure way to conjure cash from a goy's pocket. 

Now, despite being silly and easily led astray, Americans are also noted for their generosity. Nowhere is that generosity more proudly highlighted and expressed to the world than by America's embrace of the Kosher Tax.  

Now at one time the Kosher Tax, represented by the 'Kosher Taxes Paid' symbol like the one at the top of this post, was found primarily on jewish oriented foodstuffs. The kind of items that non-jews would be as likely to buy as one of those mink-spinning top hats some jews like wearing (I haven't the foggiest idea what they are called and don't really care to learn, but they look like this:)

(I have a terrific advertising idea for these spinning yi lids, by the way, but that's a marketing opportunity for another day)

Anyway, what's remarkable is that the Kosher Tax Stamp (KTS) has bred itself into new forms and functions (just like jews magically do with money as money breeds more money and this is called 'interest') and now one can find a KTS (in one or more of its various incarnations) on all sorts of gentile foods and products!

For instance, nearly all American macro (and a growing list of micro) brewed beers  are certified Kosher! A 25 lb. bag of California Grown brown rice? Kosher! A 25 lb. bag of C&H brown sugar? Kosher! M&M candy? Kosher! Peanut Oil? Bakers' unsweetened cooking chocolate? Not just Kosher Salt, but regular salt? Kosher! Kosher! Kosher! Even more remarkable, some have multiple KTS's showing specific products to be even more kosher than other kosher products! (And of course meaning you are being double and triple taxed to boot... again, Americans are a generous, if simple, people).

But here's where it gets even better: Ajax dishwashing detergent? Kosher! Reynolds aluminum foil? Kosher! Ziplock storage bags? Kosher! The KTS con is brilliant, no?!?!

It should not be surprising that a number of sharp rabbis have weaseled in on the Kosher Stamp Tax game. While it used to be just a small handful of different taxing authorities existed, the various kosher labels today number in the many dozens in America alone:

Wait, there's more!

Now, as we've established above, there are many more Kosher Taxing Authorities (KTA's) today than there were 50 years ago... yet now nearly every item one can buy in a grocer's store is kosherized.  Clearly what's needed are new markets.... and as we've also established above, it is true that the judeochristian community is, on a whole, notorious for being... oh gee - what's the right word I'm looking for here... um - Ok, STUPID. Yeah, that works. And here's where a tremendous jewish money-making opportunity is available for a young, energetic rabbi. Now, I should admit right off the bat here, it pains me to give away such a great idea freely, seemingly without any sort of compensation... but the great laugh I'll have when this comes to fruition will be worth it in and of itself.... OK, you ready?

'Certified Kosher Homes'.

I can picture it already. To begin the charade, our eager rabbi creates a new, kosher logo (hopefully incorporating those now ubiquitous stars that idiots are plastering on their homes - the ones like this super-patriot proudly shows off in the pic above). Then meets up with a holy roller, someone like Paster Hagee - and the 2 conmen judeo christian leaders agree on a kickback figure, then Hagee goes up in front of his 'flock' and offers a sermon kind of like: "Ohhh, we live here in a Godless society! Where the men and women who despise God's home, Israel, ascend to postions of Great Power! Where Mooslims demand Sharia Law be enacted and where little boys are too lilly-livered to fight Iran for Israel's sake.  Yet You can still show your love for God's own children, the Jews! You can make your home welcoming to God! And one of the best ways to do so is to have your home Kosherized!!! The Generous Rabbi Diamondstein, who's a true man of God,  will actually come to your home and sanctify it as the home of a Godly judeochristian family. A family for Israel! Rabbi Diamondstein will then affix his special 4 foot tall Kosher seal on your front door! When Jesus comes back and raptures the believing, He will see your Kosher Seal and directly take you up into Heaven! You won't miss the bus because Jesus'll know only good people dwell in a home sealed as Kosher.  Also, your friends and neighbors will know you love Israel when they see you've been Kosherized! Think of how proud you'll be havin' the first Kosherized house on the block.  So sign up now - it's only $2500 -I know, I know it is cheap, but that's the introductory price - realize the Rabbi can't afford give it away for long at this great price - he's performing his act at a cut rate as a special favor to me!"

This could be a million dollar business right out of the gate. The capitalizing rabbi could kosherize small businesses ('surely you'll mow down your competition once your landscaping business is Kosherized!'), kosherize people's cars ('if you have a wreck after being Kosherized, it'll be because it was God's will, not because you fell asleep at the wheel!') kosherize peoples' marriages ('sure you'll be happy forever together - it's not only sanctified, it's kosherized!) He could proceed to kosherize newborns ('yes, little Davey was baptised which was, y'know, OK I guess... but then he was Kosherized so now we KNOW he has a firm bond with God, even though he's not a Chosen one'). 

I could go on and on. Just remember - when you see this pop up on a reality show in the near future, you read it here first. 

*The kosher symbol at the top of this post is NOT used with permission of the rabbinical authority and its use on this page in no way implies this blog is now 'kosherized'. Rather the symbol appears in hopes it will bring a smile to someone's face, not a lawsuit to my doorstep.