Candidate for President

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Table of Contents

Author’s Preface

American Patriotic Party, Presidential Campaign Office, Washington, DC

The Conference

Hedge Fund Buccaneers and Banking Tycoons

The Heroic Tenor

The Tenor Armed

Glossary

Also by Robert F. Ely

Soldier of Ireland

Letters of an Imprisoned Mobster

Plays:

Eileen My Love

Rebels of Tipperary

Paddy

Dedicated to the intrepid United States armed forces and our brave allies who have fought and sacrificed in the global war on terror.

Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, In thunder and earthquake, like a Jove: That, if requiring fail, He will compel.

–Shakespeare, Henry V

Acknowledgments

My sincere gratitude to those who helped me with this book begins with Rick VanDeventer of AuthorHouse, for his professional assistance, sense of humor, and ability in coordinating everyone’s efforts in getting the rough draft of my manuscript organized into a book.

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And to all the individuals at AuthorHouse whose creativity and labor went into making Candidate for President a reality, I thank you, most sincerely.

Author’s Preface

Except for the famous and nefarious makers of history that are mentioned herein, all characters are purely fictional and in no way represent any living persons or those deceased. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

The activities of the fictional characters in the novel are depicted for storytelling purposes only. Neither the author nor the publisher condones or advocates such activities.

The book has been written solely to entertain and enrich the imagination of the reader concerning the destiny America and Europe must endure—a Destiny burdened with a dangerous political and economic nature that will have an incalculable impact upon the world.

New York City

September 18, 2009

American Patriotic Party, Presidential Campaign Office, Washington, DC

S triking a match, he slowly dips the burning head into the bowl of his cherry wood pipe filled with his favorite tobacco. Sucking in small amounts of smoke, he casually folds his arms across his chest and gazes around the empty conference room. Savoring this rare moment of solitude, he knows that by early evening the room will be filled with the hierarchy of his Party loyalists with their latest presidential polls, money requests, PowerPoint slides, redundant political advice, silly complaints, and petty intrigues.

Endowed with the animal energy of robust youth the fifty-two-year-old Erik Gabriel Bernhard is an incendiary political creature and the charismatic leader of the Independent American Patriotic Party.

His dynamic spirit exudes an aristocratic coolness toward his Party loyalists that they find palpable, haunting, and commanding.

In the public eye on the campaign trail, the tall, sinewy, and chiseled face Bernhard is always elegantly dressed in a dark-gray or blue suit, bright, colorful tie, and highly polished shoes. Attached to the left lapel of his suit jacket he wears a metal-clasp American flag and below that a mini-CIB. With his legendary silk handkerchief blossoming like a spring flower from the breast pocket of his suit jacket, he makes a formidable and lasting impression upon everyone he meets.

A well-seasoned political actor on stage before an audience, Bernhard’s speeches are full of erudition, coruscating ideas, and humor that effortlessly ensnares the patriotic youth, the financially strapped blue and white collar workforce, all of the downtrodden poor, and the elderly on meager retirement benefits. Though the wealthy find him amusing as the belligerent politician always raving against someone or something, they are leery of his veiled economic agenda. And the apolitical, nonvoting moaners are jolted from their self-pity and apathy by his convincing argument and overpowering persona that better days are ahead-but only if they follow in his footsteps.

All his speeches are given in the evening. Since the natural psychological and emotional defenses of both men and women are then at a low point, and are more susceptible to being influenced by new ideas and propaganda in a weary state, than when they are experiencing daytime vigor.

Mesmerized by Bernhard’s haranguing, the newest recruits are drawn into his political schemes, mad ideas and furious ambition in his quest to become the president of the United States, and to lead the nation with élan and by coercion away from societal collapse.

Removing the pipe from his mouth he stabs the air with its stem as if it were a bayonet aimed at the nation’s foreign enemies, his political enemies-the enemies of the people-and ponders the nation’s fate under his iron rule if he is elected president: (Yes! … Once again the American Empire driving forward into the twenty first century! … An empire admired and respected by friends and feared by enemies!)

As if guided by the hand of Providence, he callously tramples over anyone who stands in the way of his plans to awaken in the American people-especially the youth-the healthy instincts of discipline, self-respect, duty and honor. And return America to its former sphere of unhindered global power and dominance over antagonistic foreign nations.

In Bernhard’s dialectical thinking, two decades after World War II America’s decline began from the heights of might and greatness to its present cowardly defensive posturing when dealing with hostile foreign governments, terrorist organizations and enemy actors. While camped among these assorted enemies are exotic antagonists operating in the shadowy theater of international finance and cyberspace, and employing their own specialized weaponry against the United States.

In Bernhard’s eyes this obvious civilizational decline is attributable to today’s lack of true statesmen in public office. Instead of hallmark leaders at the helm, the nation is cursed with garden variety, elitist and opportunist politicians running for another term in office to cater to a crop of superwealthy "too big to fail" megabanks, and Wall Street purloiners.

What is most alarming to Bernhard is the formlessness he observes in American society with the sated lifestyle of superfluous indulgence by its clueless masses. And in particular, the half-educated, city-suburban-dwelling species that do not demand sacrifice, honesty, and responsibility from their elected officials, but, as in ancient, declining Rome, more and larger sports stadiums-panem et circenses.

But when he thinks of America’s military and its intelligence agencies as a scourge to all hostile foreign governments, terrorist organizations and enemy actors, it brings a glow to his face.

With a blue haze of tobacco smoke drifting around him, he reflects on the nation’s dire plight: (For over half a century, America has been crippled by a tired and world weary outlook that frowns upon ruling the earth with the imperialist ambition that the nation’s forefathers exhibited in muscular fashion. Instead, today’s progeny of that once mighty race yearns for the illusion of a toothless peace with dedicated, international enemies.

… With America on the fast track of becoming a spiritually exhausted empire, the hungry global barbarians view this appealing sight with particular delight!

… All because American foreign policy, crafted for decades by defeatist academicians and pedantic theoreticians for soft natured politicians has dominated the nation’s foreign interests, not to rule over the earth and make history, but to be a mere subject of history.

… Most of America’s foreign diplomatic corps, brainwashed under the dictates of political correctness and multiculturalism, sugarcoat negotiations when dealing with deadly foreign adversaries-usually by groveling at their feet!

… The spiritual decline of America is also found today in all Western societies, and is at the heart of the looming catastrophe-civilizational collapse!

… This is a phenomenon of societal atrophy that can only be amended by a new breed of Western leaders, born with metal hard natures, and returning to the soulful energy of the robust past!

… Fortunately a new, dynamic era has emerged in America and throughout the entire Western world, with the rise of a different class of political leaders. They are men of hallmark, who do not lie or steal from the people, or worship money and exhibit shallow gleefulness in its accumulation. But simply amass it as a tool to acquire national political power, and for their respective nations to grasp at and maintain a hold on global power.

… This is the heroic world outlook with its powerful, healthy instincts that America must possess to have supremacy over the earth. And when necessity arises, to seize and control its dwindling natural resources by political stealth, economic strength, and if needed by military force!

… In Western societies it is the Nordic world outlook that is still to be found among a distinct minority of strong individuals and groups born with that rare, vigorous spirit driven by blood and race!

… For decades the tenderhearted lifestyle among the fainéant masses in all Western nations of getting something for nothing, based on liberal entitlement programs has expelled from them all civic responsibility and sense of sacrifice, duty and work ethic.

… This flowery life can also be seen by the actions of many selfish, young Western male citizens who avoid honorable military service to exact retribution against Islamic extremists, after the terrorists have attacked their nations. Instead, these shameless little boys prefer to bury their heads in the sand and yearn for the tooth fairy to bring peace to the world.

… Here is the apparent spiritual weakness in which these young males accept being emasculated and feminized—especially the girlish types who lack grim determination and a certain inner hardness associated with manly virtues. While all outlandish, abnormal and iconoclastic activity is welcome by them, as long as every fool is happy.

… This cowardly life style can easily be observed by the antics of the music television cosmopolitan breed!

… Here is the philosophical outlook of defeatism that has also been adopted by a number of epicene Western politicians, with their idiotic notions that foreign enemies are really not enemies, but only misguided, backward, and uneducated country folk. And that we in the Western world may well be the cause for the violent attacks they visit upon us. Especially attacks by Islamic extremists, all because we are so insensitive to their feelings, and that of the rest of the world.)

Bernhard’s contempt knows no bounds for certain politicians on the Left and the Right and their counsel of petty-intellectual elites that attempt to shove their agenda of fairyland multiculturalism and disarmament for world peace down the throats of the American people. While trying to squeeze from them their last breath of patriotic and nationalist vitality so as not to offend an assortment of America-hating, international swine and guttersnipes lounging about and conniving in the United Nations.

With the smoking pipe locked between his teeth, he loosens his tie: (For well over two centuries, mawkish Western intellectuals have tried constantly to rewrite nature’s laws of the strong dominating the weak, and the clever and wise ruling over the strong. By conjuring up and enforcing the myth of mass equality!

… This myth is just another form of their ultra-sensitive world outlook forced on Western people to accept servitude and mediocrity! And how we are all contented natives performing the death dance of Western civilization, to the beat of philistine music in the sweltering global village of despair!

… This same crop of world improvers dismisses out of hand the very soul and nature of man, which is that of the Great Beast of Prey!

… Something every wise philosopher and earthly peasant down through the ages has known only too well, and every schoolboy admires!)

Analyzing the dismal condition of the nation’s economy with the eye of a savvy financier, Bernhard knows firsthand that most bankers, corporate leaders, hedge fund traders, financiers, and government officials are honest. Well, he would like to think so. And one surely cannot blame the army of decent workers who labor for these institutions and must toe the line if they are to retain their positions of employment. But the problem lies with a perverse clique of commanding individuals at the top of the nation’s finances that make today’s disastrous economic decisions not seen since the Great Depression.

As a former congressman representing the state of New Hampshire, and now an independent presidential candidate, the truculent Bernhard continuously beats the drum to awaken the American people from their Prozac state to the imminent danger swirling around the nation’s financial and economic foundations. Because of indecisiveness and lack of counteraction by government officials and Wall Street’s financial overlords, America’s foremost foreign enemies— namely, Islamic jihadists under the cover of sharia-compliant finance and backed by Middle Eastern sovereign wealth funds, have snaked unmolested into the nation’s financial empire on Wall Street to carry out their unscrupulous deeds.

Included in this international game of financial seek-and-destroy are Chinese, Russian, Iranian, and North Korean government-sponsored cyberwarfare operatives. With their objective to manipulate and exploit the US financial markets by the use of off-shore, unregulated, and secret hedge fund derivatives as weaponized finance to vanquish Wall Street, and crash the nation’s dollar and its economy.

(What better way to destroy one’s enemy without declaring war or firing a shot. Just force them to their financial knees-Sun Tze style!)

Having thoroughly studied the dynamics of great and higher history, he discovered how every esteemed political leader, statesman, warlord, and conqueror, from Alexander the Great to the imperialist personalities of World War II, strained every nerve and sinew, exploited every thought and seized every opportunity through guile and arms to lead their respective nation down the torturous path to Imperium.

Within his scheming mind and uncanny will-to-power is the simple question: "What is the most expedient manner to outthink, outmaneuver, and, when necessary, crush my political enemies-the enemies of the people! … And then eviscerate America’s foreign enemies!"

Bernhard is steadfast in the belief that with his small, tightly organized, disciplined army of politically conscious patriotic and nationalist foot soldiers; he will either halt the downward slide of America into oblivion, or perish by the sword in his bold endeavor.

Referred to as the boss, or chief, by the men who form the Party’s selected inner-core leadership, they think of him as an iconoclastic whirlwind born from the fire of a nuclear blast. While the women in the Party hierarchy affectionately address him as Erik, they view him as strong and honest, a staunch defender of Christian and family values, and a handsome bachelor.

Orders dictated from Bernhard to Party members are carried out with unquestionable vigor, not for him, but for the Party, for God and country, and the triumph of the great cause.

As for Party members who surface as malingers, slackers, make excuses, or fail at their assigned duties, they are abruptly taken aside by the collar and coldly reprimanded. If they persist in failure, they are purged from Party membership with cold disregard.

Like a human meteor that has carelessly struck the earth, Bernhard makes no requests—only demands that are to be carried out by his Party loyalists with patriotic zeal.

He is everything they all have hoped for in a strong political leader-and dreaded.

Over the years of hard political struggle and organizing, he managed to bring into his American Patriotic Party’s camp most of the smaller right-wing, conservative, and constitutionalist groups by his magnetism, energetic political leadership, integrity, and pro-American spirit: It is the solemn duty of every stouthearted American to fight and struggle to restore stability and greatness to our nation!

Deliberately removing from his vocabulary the description "this country" when describing America, even in casual conversation, he has replaced the mundane phrase with the enduring term Motherland. He insists that his Party members and loyalists adhere to his wishes, accepting and practicing this important nationalist and patriotic party line. In his view the American nation is the Great Mother of her people that nourishes, bestows hope, and graciously accords upon them the rarest gifts of all in the form of rights, liberty, and freedom to live as they please. And these rare gifts, exclusively conceived and born from the soul of Western culture and civilization, are seldom found in any other part of today’s world.

The most difficult political struggle he continuously wages is to persuade the independent swing voters, and, most important, the dissatisfied, "patriotic" leftist voters to join his movement.

He tells his followers: "It would foolish for us to turn our backs on those men and women on the left who love America just as much as we do!"

Bernhard attends the theater and opera as often as possible. Not just to enjoy the performance, but to study and absorb the dramatic poise of great performers, while also learning the importance of the spoken word.

What he learns is not necessarily what is said, but when it is said, and how it is said. He realized early on in the development of his political career that he was blessed with the gift to speak and convince the politically vacillating to take the correct historic path to victory-his path.

With an acute understanding of mob psychology and the individual psyche, he possesses the uncanny ability to place himself in the well-worn shoes of the financially hard-pressed American people in order to grasp their plight.

As the newest form of the twenty-first-century political animal, aroused from slumber by the storm of historical events driving America and the entire Western world into civilizational collapse-Bernhard is a stem clipped from the stalk of the conqueror.

Within today’s arena of democratic-bourgeois politics, Bernhard views propaganda as a true form of art and a weapon to be used to achieve his political goals. He sees the low mentality of the masses of the American people—much of society’s childish hypermanic behavior on Black Friday is a prime example—as soil to be plowed, seeded, and cultivated with his ideas.

"You as political organizers, he instructs his cadre, must identify with your audience, including their fears, uncertainties, hopes, political ideology, race, gender, and economic class! And above all else, convince them that our political victory is their material victory!

"… Listen to the youth who love America, regardless of how frivolous their ideals may sound. Since the youth are gifted and blessed with imagination, they will be our vanguard in supporting our political leadership and the bold and innovative ideas we put forth!"

He drills into his Party men time and time again: Win the women over to the movement, and the men will follow!

Before a speech he can feel and sense the mood of the audience. Though he is always anxious and suffers a modicum of stage fright prior to speaking and has to frequent the men’s lavatory from stomach cramps, once these psychological stumbling blocks are overcome, he is capable of giving a speech that electrifies the audience.

He deliberately makes the audience wait an hour or more before appearing on stage to build up their emotions as a collective mass, and to awaken their primitive soul. Once on stage before the applauding audience, he folds his arms across his chest and waits until the applause dies away, and only a lone cough, or the shuffle of feet, is heard. His speech always begins in a low, calm manner. Then, with inflection in his voice and hand movements for emphasis, he strikes out at the nation’s enemies, who have caused so much grief and hardship for the American people. Each speech is a cold, calculated, and clear lesson to his listeners as to how the nation has arrived at its historic junction of misery and who is to blame.

That blame is always skillfully directed at his political enemies.

His speeches are always clear and understandable, never giving complex solutions to the complicated problems burdening the nation. Instead he keeps to plain, simplistic remedies: "I have always spoken the truth to you, my fellow citizens!

"And the truth is, the hardships and struggles ahead of us will be monumental and full of danger!

"But we shall not waver, nor grow tired, or give in to the struggle ahead to regain our freedom and take back our country!

"The destiny of America lies in our hands!

"Your country is America! Your motherland is America! Love it above all else!

"Fight to restore her honor and greatness!

"And if we must shed our blood in the great struggle-let it be so!

America must once again have her place in the sun!

His loyal followers erupt with tumultuous applause, with many Party members believing he is the nation’s savior.

Among the people, regardless of their individual leftist or rightist political persuasion, including the average American who votes for the man and not the party, all agree on the overall character of Bernhard the politician. They find him honest and devoid of hypocrisy, never hallucinating on the tinsel and fantasy of Washington DC politics, with its flowing faucet of money and its abuse of power.

Refusing to be bought and sold by Washington’s political lobbying circus, he ensures by his integrity a surge of popular grassroots support from the common people.

Enhancing his reputation is the rumor floating about the capital, and embellished by the cocktail happy-hour crowd, of how, as a newly elected freshman Congressman, he ordered out of his office a mettlesome American lobbyist working for a Chinese conglomerate. When the lobbyist refused to leave until he had finished what he had come to say, with promises of oodles of money for Bernhard if he lobbied on his behalf, the pugnacious Bernhard took the offender by the collar and threw him bodily out of the office.

The lobbyist immediately filed assault charges and a civil lawsuit against Bernhard. He also bragged to news reporters how he would bring this big shot politician to his knees. But upon leaving an elegant downtown restaurant alone a week later and trying to hail a taxicab, he was set upon by several men. Beaten unconscious, he awoke in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. The police reported it as an isolated incident and an unprovoked attack by a flash mob. And the gullible news media ran the story as such. But since his wallet, money, credit cards, smart phone, diamond ring, and Rolex watch were never stolen, the story came spewing from the frothy gossipers in Washington DC: The poor fellow must have been knocked silly because he crossed Bernhard’s path!

Particularly nerve-racking to the black-and-blue lobbyist, was of all the Get Well cards he received from friends, family, political cronies, and corporate hacks, one card stood out like a caveat. Without a return address or a signature and printed in black Magic Marker was the sinister underlined note: "You were ‘lucky’ this time!"

Upon his release from the hospital, the lobbyist immediately dropped the assault charges and civil lawsuit and quickly left town.

This infamous rumor became the topic of discussion among society’s bohemian writers and petty intellectuals lingering in cafés around the city and yakking away on Sunday morning talk shows: "Was he a victim of a flash mob, or was this physical assault politically motivated?"

Hmmm…

Regardless of the dark and dangerous forces surrounding Bernhard and protecting him, even his most active political opponents secretly admire his incorruptibility, toughness, and single-minded pursuit of capturing the White House and political power. But they fear his puritanical nature, frugality with taxpayers’ money, dangerously narrow-minded patriotism, sectarianism, Old Testament Christian beliefs, and absurd haughtiness about lobbyist donations and political deals that could feather his own retirement nest egg, and offshore bank account.

Political leaders of antagonistic foreign governments, extremist organizations, and terrorist actors determined to lay waste to the United States and Europe by large-scale acts of terrorism or financial cyberwarfare attacks, suffer nightly bouts of severe insomnia brought on by nightmarish dreams of Bernhard as the president of the United States.

"Omar, if the infidel Bernhard is elected the president of the Great Satan and discovered we are planning to finance a terrorist strike against America, do you think he would order our cities bombed into rubble?"

"There’s no telling what this warlord will do as president of the Carriers of the Cross! We must be extra careful, Faqir. This nonbeliever would be more than overjoyed to destroy us if we give him an excuse."

"God be praised that this blasphemer will not be elected as the president! I must tell you. My nightmare is to be awoken from the comfort of my sleep, and discover at the foot of my bed an American Special Operations assassin pointing his assault rifle at my head!"

"I suffer the same bad dreams, my brother. That we, with our progeny, will be destroyed by Bernhard’s demonic hand!"

With the pipe clenched between his teeth billowing smoke like a man-of-war, and his large, workman’s hands pushed deep in his trouser pockets, Bernhard strolls back and forth in the conference room like a soldier on sentry duty. He knows destiny is knocking at the door for him to win the presidency and halt America’s decline. It will be a Herculean task, with much sacrifice and suffering, but he knows it must be done.

In the last two presidential campaigns, he clawed upward to become the clear frontrunner in the majority of Gallop polls across all fifty states against his political archrivals on the right-even the GOP polls favored him. Late into the campaigning, right up to Super Tuesday, he shredded to pieces his political opponents, including the rightist hard-liners in the televised party caucus debates.

Though he is the hardest of pro-American hard-liners, he never allows his personal feelings to interfere with political decisions or what message he wants to convey to the people. He simply tells the people the truth, when he thinks it is appropriate, and fabricates what the rest all yearn to hear. In particular the manner in which he deceives the journalists of the mainstream news media - Those silly little shitheads who are always out to slander me and the Party!

When he thought he firmly held the presidential nomination between his knees like a good horseman and was ready to seize the reins of political power, the temporal flash of success was doused and soundly rejected by his fiercest political opponents. None other than the power-wielding, ultraconservative delegates within the Nationalist, Conservative, Independent and Republican political movement that opted to support and vote for their typical careerist ideologue to run in the presidential race.

Usually their chosen candidate is steeped in rightist dogma and weighted down with party-line orthodoxy that is vocally dismissive of many social programs put in place for the elderly and poor. And Bernhard sees this as a foolish political stand that alarms that particular group of voters to the point where they refuse to support any conservative candidate.

Bernhard finds these political right-wing dogmatists ingenuous, as they make it a point not only to stand diametrically opposed to social programs for the economically defenseless, but also they vehemently object to the inclusion in the movement of "patriotic" leftists and their ideas for social improvements.

But when the spineless in the right-wing bleat the progressive hogwash of a "kinder and gentle America reaching out to succor and rescue the suffering world from itself" so as to win over the fainthearted liberals in the wealthy and superwealthy classes, he laughs mockingly.

Grabbing his political operatives by their collars and shaking them: "And make sure you tell the wealthy and superwealthy, I will give them a free hand for profit making anywhere they prefer, but they must support me with hefty donations to win the presidency! … And to help financially expand our civic programs of food and clothing banks for the elderly and poor, so we can win them over from the clutches of the left! …

And if they refuse my requests I won’t forget it, because they will be on my list of little shits! …

Letting go of their collars he thrusts his forefinger at them as if to poke out an eye: "And don’t hesitate to promise the masses more bread and circuses, more handouts for their votes! Because that is how half the population in America have fallen into the dustbin of history, where they have become nothing but a gang of panhandlers! Which some of the dimwitted on the right, he points to his head, unfortunately just doesn’t get! …

"Remember, we are a fighting political Party of pro-American nationalists and patriots and we stand on principle, but in politics, sometimes principle can be ambiguous! …

"And if we ever take political power, he raises his ham-size fist, the work shy, and the deadbeats will have to labor for their bread, or go hungry!"

The shock of losing the last presidential nomination staggered him like a pugilist walloped by his opponent’s powerful punches. But the sound thumping forced him to the conclusion: The American people are still not downtrodden, exploited, shit upon, or audacious enough for the thrust of my sword!

Pausing in the middle of the room, he ponders the outcome of the next presidential race and his chances of winning the presidency: (This time will be different with tens of millions of unemployed Americans languishing in abject poverty because the nation is mired in economic stagnation!

… And the squandered state of American influence around the world with the timid and mediocre foreign policy that allows our enemies to spit in our face!

… The weakening of our military might by radical feminists with their dictates that young women, the bedrock of civilized behavior and the flower of motherhood, should serve directly in combat infantry!

… Because of institutionalized political correctness, America has become Nannystan in her lackluster will to destroy her foreign enemies!

… Oh, yes, our clever foreign enemies who were so instrumental in exacerbating the last Great Wall Street crash in which $50 trillion evaporated from the planet’s economy, and $12 trillion of that right here in America!

… Because of stock and price manipulation by Islamic jihadists, North Korean, Iranian, Chinese, and Russian cyberwarfare operatives, the budding crash was exploited to such magnitude by them, with their overall intention less of profit making, than of bringing America to her knees by financial terrorism!

… Since the Great Crash the Central Bank has flooded the US banking system with $8 trillion, with zero interest rates to keep it alive, and prop up the nation’s slumping economy, with scant results. All because the once free American economy has morphed into a Soviet style financial structure!

… Fiscal Bolshevism has replaced the old financial system of quasicapitalism to keep megabanks and corporations too big to fail above their toxic-debt water line! … While nourishing the bottom feeders with free handouts to produce more of their feebleminded offspring!

… With the working and middle classes caught dead center in the financial vise to pay for it all, in the form of skyrocketing taxes!

… Fiscal Bolshevism is the natural revolutionary step from bankrupted free market enterprise to global banking autocracy and government central planning. With ever increasing taxes milked from the producing classes, and running up yearly trillion dollar deficits as its stock of lard to feed off, while growing bureaucratically obese.

… This economic ideal of centralized finance was conceived and born within the soul of the expanding world cities in eighteenth-century Western Europe. Among a handful of urban intellectuals and bookish idealists that applauded it as providing civic benefits for society were the utopians Voltaire, Rousseau, and Thomas More. While the clear-headed banking titans Rothschild, and across the sea, Alexander Hamilton, saw it as a tool of stealth political power and practical finance. Here was a unique mixture of moneylenders, upper-class barristers, and bookish dreamers all self-exiled from the peasantry, the soil and toil of physical labor, the natural environment, organic growth, life and death.

… With the growing urban middle class came university-educated political idealists. Bestowed with leisure time, some flirted with radical theory. With fiery pamphlets and diatribes they mustered strikes, work slowdowns, and uprisings to rearrange society from its centuries-old masculine and natural order of rank into the feebleness of today’s thinking in terms of mass equality!

… Born of grievances, these self anointed leaders of the people raved on in lecture halls about inequality, rights, and a classless society to stir the newly blessed exploited urban masses to economic class warfare. The Jacobins adopted this radical outlook with murderous results aimed at the French aristocracy. And the Western European educated Bolsheviks later embraced this extremist view of class warfare to seize political power in Russia.

… Fueled by Marx and Engels’s economic theory of wage injustice and led in practical revolutionary politics by the furious Lenin. This newest form of bureaucratic, politico, micromanagers kneaded together twentieth century centralized government planning that systematically liquidated entire economic classes in Russia and tried to stamp out God and all things religious.

… Utilitarianism and materialism became the intellectual religion of these urban revolutionaries, and they bragged how Communism would give birth to the New Man. A wish picture of life that can be found in Trotsky’s idealist writings. The realist Lenin knew better but didn’t live long enough to see his practical economic programs take hold to save the Russian economy from stagnant proletarian ideology.

… After Lenin’s death the old idealist Bolsheviks, including Trotsky, were liquated one by one by the sly pragmatist and son of peasant stock-Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili-a.k.a., Joseph Stalin.

… Today’s fiscal Bolshevism dictates the running of nearly all of the American economy. And even more so the top heavy centralized economy of Western Europe, with its bureaucratic army of world improvers, and the horde of unelected banking government technocrats commanding austerity measures be imposed on the people.

… Now that the once, semi free industrial capitalist system has atrophied into today’s colossus of global banking Bolshevism, operated by the troika composed of the Industrial world’s Central Banks, the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund, to stimulate economic global growth, it must manufacture credit bubbles by way of zero interest rates. And run global deficits in the tens of trillions of dollars each year with the ceaseless printing of fiat paper currency.

… Lately this fiscal remedy to stimulate global growth has not been working so well.

… With its accumulation of worldwide power over sovereign individual nation states, global banking Bolshevism with its raw energy for nothing more than financial centralization and profit making forged the West European Economic Union together with a legion of petty intellectuals, economic theorists and idealist politicians.

… But now that the storm of unsustainable debt has exploded with the European banks and governments of the PIIGS … banking Bolshevism now sees fit to squeeze the last penny, and drop of blood, out of the people of those debt ridden nations with draconian austerity measures, to pay for the bankers folly, their bad investments and bonuses.

… This skewering of the PIIGS in the European Union by the banking technocrats has turned those nations into a house on fire!

… In Cyprus, bank robbery has taken on a new sophisticated art form, with depositors’ accounts looted by the very bankers’ themselves! With government bureaucrats giving a standing ovation, and with the very blessings of the International Monetary Fund!

… While in America the masses are soothed with the bedtime story told by political opportunists how they are going to balance the federal budget and pay off the federal debt that will soar to over $25 trillion in a few short years. And most incredible of all, keep solvent Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, and all federal government pension plans to the eye-watering tune of $86 trillion!

… All the world’s taxes combined will not pay off this greatest debt in history!

… Pussyfooting politicians on the Left, Center, and the Right are all culpable in running up these incredible federal deficits and humongous debt to sustain the illusion of sound fiscal policy. Thanks to the delusional math of fiscal Bolshevism, all recipients of government subsidies gleefully pocket this handout without a thought of where the money originated, or the fact that it must be paid back with interest.

… Is America facing a monetary debacle similar to the Weimar Republic scenario of 1923 with QE I, QE II, QE III, and now the ceaseless printing of fiat dollars in the form of endless QE?

… Free market entrepreneurial enterprise, capitalism is by far the best economic system developed by man.

… A child’s summertime lemonade stand is a prime example of entrepreneurial capitalism at work. It has its flaws, but what doesn’t?

… Other than the haggling barter system, which eliminates the middleman and speculator, there is nothing quite like it in history!

… Karl Marx would naturally disagree, since he grew whiskers instead of wisdom.

… The old style form of eighteenth century laissez faire industrialized capitalism was conceived in the soul and idea of Nordic Man, and driven by his machine technology via coal.

… Then with boundless ambition and Nordic technical thinking to run more effectively his machine culture, came the colossal invention of the derrick, for the ceaseless extraction of light, sweet, crude oil from the bowels of the earth to exploit its superabundant magical properties and raw energy.

… This mighty Nordic urge to create the machine and enslave it to its will saw the birth of the steam engine that would liberate man from endless, exhausting physical toil. With monstrous strides into the nineteenth century, Nordic technical man saw to the development of the laborsaving steam shovel, the expansion of the railroad on a grand scale, steel-hull ships, and the telegraph. While the great discoveries and uniqueness of Western medicine prolonged life, whether or not it was of benefit to the community.

… Edison’s electric light bulb and Tesla’s alternating current took man and his entourage of civilization out of darkness and powered the expansion of the monster cities, with skyscrapers that dwarfed any manmade structures in history’s