G LOBALISM

Volume 1 • Issue 1 • November 2012

by Jeff Prager • an eMagazine For The 21st Century

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these pigs want it all
How It All Went Down On That Fateful Day In September

Obviously smoke and mirrors ...

the
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The ads in this eMagazine, most of them, are the ads I grew up with,
the propaganda I was fed. No different than today’s ads for iPods,
iPhones, iPads, iPottys and designer Polo, iZod, Nike or Gap clothing.
Stupid names we’re enticed to need. The older ads may be slightly
less sophisticated but they’re much the same nevertheless. worthless
products not even warranting a capital w. Propaganda. Lies. The Grand

This is a real Pakistan International Airlines advertisement before September 11th, 2001. Think about that.
Illusion and what we, many of us, call the Matrix. Especially those of
us that understand the prescience of the narrative.

Nothing advertised to you is something you need. Yet the ads make all
of the items something you want. Interesting how that works, right?
Whatever they advertise we need. Yet we know that’s all a lie. Or do
we. Obviously the majority don’t. Dumb asses.

defund
STOP
the system
voting doesn’t work
Stop buying their stuff.

BUYING
You don’t need coke, pepsi, fanta, Mountain Dew or food with high
fructose corn syrup, artificial sweeteners or colorings and you certainly
don’t need hydrogenated oils.

their
You need fresh fruit; sweet seedless grapes, juicy nectarines, plums,
fresh apples, oranges, pears and banana’s.

You don’t need Pepperidge Farm, Hunts, Hershey’s or Kellogs, all

foods likely containing GMO ingredients. You don’t need brands.

You need clean, healthy, fresh vegetables; buttered broccoli, real but-
ter, cauliflower, tomato’s, carrots, asparagus and squash. Stop buying
their stuff. Vote with your money. Defund the corporations. Take back
the whole world. It was supposed to be yours all along anyway, ‘dont-
cha’ know that? ... for centuries now ...
stuff
 Enter The Internet or is it The Matrix
...
The Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance

Why would I call a period in history where we’ve learned to communicate across thousands of miles, across the earth in an
instant, with people we otherwise never would have met, The Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance?

Why, when I have dear friends like Khalid in Pakistan, Mohammad in Egypt, Syria Girl in Syria, Rosario in Venezuela and
others who can provide me with personal, “I’m right in the thick of it” information and who always seem to confirm my sus-
picions such that the true nature of war and foreign policy is consistently laid bare, naked, drenched in the blood and mess
of lies that it is, would this be called the Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance?

Compartmentalizing The Population

We’ve enjoyed the ability to communicate across the internet, all of us. Some more than others but each of us accesses the
internet repeatedly throughout the day. Those of you I know well through Facebook; and we may well be a minority, yet
we’re here and available on this social network quite often. And when we check our email we’re drawn in subtly, enticed,
lured and coaxed to click on Brad Pitts latest tabloid message. “Dude, I’m filthy rich and you wanna be like me” screams out
at you from the screen, it emanates from the god-tv-web-monitor in every civilian living room, family room and bed room in
the homeland, in the car, in the bus, while we’re walking, even at Starbucks, and of course we watch. Transfixed.

We all do it. Frankly, we can’t live without the internet any longer. To be sure, I pay attention to the major mainstream web
sites as carefully as I peruse the so-called alternative news. I absorb the lies with the truth, the innuendo with the candor, the
shrewd and cunning subtleties with the carefully massaged messages.

Yet striking as this may sound, the internet needs us even more than the carefully crafted illusion that cunningly causes
us to believe we need it. It can’t live without us. I f we stopped the internet would bhe be no more yet perish that thought
quickly. So the beat does go on. And on. An addiction is an addiction even if it’s to your corporate branded monitor device
of choice.

Have you noticed that we’ve been compartmentalized? We’ve been categorized, classified, stereotyped, labeled, branded,
characterized, sorted, ranked, rated, grouped, divided, sectioned and pigeonholed. Each one of us. I’m limited to 5,000 con-
nections on one major social network. No more. No platform. No stage.

Facebook and the internet; DARPA’s global civilian orgasmic coup-d’etat, have us wrapped, stamped and packaged. We each
have a limit to our internet connections and we’re never able to ascend the mount. The dais is unavailable to us, the soapbox
isn’t for me or you, we’ll never stand at the podium and we’ll never be heard at the rostrum. The stage isn’t ours.

We’re detected, observed and monitored, everything is recorded, every e-mail, every phone call, every purchase, your car,
your kids names, your shoe size and waist size, how you like your pizza, your toothpaste brand and toilet paper preference
all privately compiled to develop a complete personality and character profile for every human being on earth, starting with
you. Population modeling has been with us for decades. They know what each of us think, how we’ll respond, what actions
we’ll take. Game Warfare. Well, maybe it’s not quite that bad ... or is it?

They dominate masterfully.

T
he platform, policy and program, the principles, objectives and aims, the strategies and the agenda are
the provenance of the untouchables. We, you and me, are the useless eaters that history defines quite
succinctly. The Proletariat. Stamped, taxed, owned, usurped, slaved and developed to consume and die
and electronically securitized, traded, taxed again, recorded and stored for eons beyond the death of our
skin-bag existence. We are a number, easily expropriated, retrieved, manipulated, pharmaceuticalized, propagan-
dized and nationalized and Big Mother Brother knows everything pal.

Yes Neo, we do in fact live in the matrix. Look at the faces of the people walking by you in the streets at 6:38am
in any major city downtown, scurrying, mouse-like, to arrive in a timely fashion, depressed and dressed appro-
priately, choosing their words carefully if they speak at all, mustn’t offend, iPod’d, iPhoned and iZoded. Never
looking one another in the eye. Automatons from 9 to 5
and from 5 to 9 transfixed. And watched, categorized,
stamped and taxed ... with funny money, a fiat freakin’
currency and a Ponzi scheme financial system to boot
mind you! Welcome home Homer. Welcome to the
Matrix.

The DARPA spooks, the bankers, the globalists,

whatever you’ve chosen to name that which you
love to hate; they’ve won, for now, and for the fore-
seeable future. Yes, the years ahead look bleak.
Iraq, Libya, Syria, Sudan, Somalia, Pakistan,
Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Congo,
Mali, Honduras, Nicaragua, Kosovo, Serbia,
Brought to you by
Iran and dozens more sovereign nations at- the Council to promote rGBH
tacked at will in an endless onslaught of terror and the
twists for bullet profit, murder money, death Antibiotic and
dollars and killing kurrency; psychopathy Bovine Growth Hormone
isn’t apologetic friends and mass murderers Bulk Buyers Co-Op
a division of
are indiscriminate. Meanwhile, millions of WalMonsantoMart
lives lost. Madeline Albright says it’s OK “Building Superheroes Since 1995
though so I’m resting easy now. “It was with
worth it,” she said. DNA-Enhanced Milk!”

Madeline was only referring to 500,000

children? I feel better now.

So here I am, reading virtual text and/

or typing away at this very real stained
keyboard with the sticky ‘z’ key with a score of
Jeff, Homer and the Proletariat -0-

DARPA, the bankers, the corporations, the Queen, the Vatican, the Masons, the Knights Tem-
plar, the CFR, the Club of Rome, Bilderberg, the Rothschilds, the Jesuits, Global Warming, (insert your villain
here) -1- There just ain’t no supermen coming down the pike to save the day. No saviors Homer.

Either way, I might be reading on my too-big-to-believe monitor or writing on same but I’m still stuck here like a
big fat blood-filled tick oozing on a lazy lounging dog, as they say in Lizard Lick. Don’t expect any change with
that vote Maynard ... no change at all. Both parties follow the same play-by-play book pages. “We came, we saw,
he died” ... Hillary said that you know ... really ... a psychopath ... but you know the drill, right?
This eMagazine and each subsequent issue will have
their share of errors; grammatical, spelling, syntax,
punctuation and any other error you might care to list.
This is my 36th book now being published in a week-
ly/monthly eMagazine format. By me, alone. They all
have errors. I published a magazine with a staff. Now
I work alone and understand all too well the extraor-
dinary value that staff had and what phenomenal ef-
fort they managed to put forth and how truly devoted
they were - a devotion I can’t begin to match.

So here we go again...
Millions of Americans will soon vote for either the Republican or Democratic presidential candidate NOT
because they’ve researched critical issues like currency and finance as opposed to gay marriage and ille-
gal immigration, NOT because they deeply believe that their chosen one is surely the most intellectually
capable person up for the job, and NOT because they believe our country needs their man because of his
integrity, honesty, clarity and ethics. No, a lot of people know that they’re compromising and choosing the
lesser of two evils, mainly because a lot of people know that both major parties and their candidates suck
joe (I could have said dick).
No one really wants to vote for liars, cheats and mass murderers. But we do it anyway, knowingly.
We always, always, always vote for the lesser of two evils because we’ve been taught and conditioned to
accept it as the norm. We’ve been propagandized and hypnotized to the point of even joking! about voting
for the lesser of two evils. WTF are we thinking here?!!
“The lesser of two evils” is funny? Something to joke about? WTF? In fact the lesser of two evils is always
the evil of two lessers, that’s the part they leave out.
We’ve been hoodwinked, conned, swindled, hoaxed, duped, outwitted, fooled, fleeced, gyped, snookered
and suckered into believing that “The Lesser Of Two Evils” is normal. IT IS NOT.
What a majority don’t know is that the candidates have the same agendas (psychopaths think alike), slight-
ly different strategies (psychopaths are creative) and are beholden to the same corporate, banking, military
industrial complex (anyone with enough money can buy psychopaths, they’re cheap, money isn’t the only
objective, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely).
These men, Rombama and associated Rombamanoids,, are not your friends; they don’t give a shit about
you, your kids, your grandkids or your unborn, yet to be stamped, certified, securitized and globally-trad-
ed-on-the-international-commodities-market off-spring and should never, ever be elected to the position of
president of anything let alone an entire freakin’ country, it’s economy and it’s armies.
WTF are we thinking !
These folks we’ve elected each 4th year for decades now aren’t members of American society at large, they
aren’t representing you and me, and they’ve been plundering the earth from east to west and from north
to south for well over 100 years now. As much for the stature in their psychopathic community, as for the
money alone, and their Skull and Bones, spook infested, toady, drooling, inbred, me, me, me, wealth-ad-
dicted friends laugh at us all the way to and from the bank.
Our society worships war heroes. DO you freakin’ get it yet? THAT’S psychopathy! Don’t you see it? War
heroes are worshipped!!?
And they’ve been duped into war for the banks, corporations and military in-
dustrial complex. Dupes!
Like war was necessary. Ask any soldier if he’d like to just take his weapon
and go home if the other side did the same? It’s not soldiers that fight wars, it’s
elites using soldiers that fight wars. Pushing the pawns. Of course some blame
has to be accepted for dumb young men either believing the war propaganda
which is admittedly thick, or for just plain ignorance. Picking up a weapon and
obeying orders is, frankly, showing a willingness to suicide. Literally. You’d
have to have screws loose as the majority of returned veterans, those still able
to speak coherently, will admit.
Whether we examine the true corporate histories of Dole, Chiquita Banana,
Coke, Pepsi, Merck, Pfizer, Dow, Monsanto, Cargill, Cysco, General Mills,
Ernst Young, Pricewaterhouse Coopers, Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan, General
Electric, SAIC, BP, ExxonMobile or Raytheon (the list is endless), we see
the same pattern of abuse in every major industry by all the major players in
every country on earth; they’ve all become gargantuan multinationals repre-
sented by intersecting boards, they’ve usurped the American people’s trust and
the heck with law, they’ve violated every moral and ethical code ever written
and they’ve caused death and environmental destruction of untold proportions
globally. These people are undoubtedly guilty of crimes against humanity.
Most important, the vast majority of Americans are uninformed, distracted and
living within the carefully crafted illusion; the matrix, whether they see them-
selves on the left, on the right, or as independents. To work and back is most
peoples lives. I did it. Raised kids. I know. I’m a recovering sheeple. All I had
time for was ‘to work and back’ it seems, and not much more. I thought an hour
of MSNBC every day kept me informed at the water cooler. What a wake up!
I went all the way to the other side of the room, heck, the other side of the so-
lar system! I refuse to work, refuse to vote, refuse to buy anything corporate,
refuse to keep money in a bank, refuse to own a cell phone, refuse to eat at
restaurants and eat only local organic food, I buy used clothes because Levi’s,
Wrangler and Lee can’t have my money any more and at my age I already have
3 of everything and don’t need more than 3 of anything. My money doesn’t buy
stuff with labels if at all possible and I spend most of it on clean wholesome
food anyway. We eat like aristocrats, Ann and I. I refuse to fund my slavery.
And so it goes, we vote
every 4 years ...
like morons
Truth be told?
What is the truth?
THE
TRUTH

IS
Truth be told? There’s an enor-
mous, incalculable and monumen-
tal resource of talent among the 305
million Americans in this country
and an even greater, unimaginable
resource of talent among the 7 billion
of us that inhabit and should own this
planet. And the thought that it’s never
been and never will be realized, this
magnificent, breathtaking, gargantuan be-
hemoth of majestic brilliance, awe-inspir-
ing artistry, monumental genius in all facets
of life, the available skill and striking aptitude
of 7 billion humans wasted for the dripping blood
profits, brain splattered earnings ratios and hanging
flesh wealth of war makes me want to puke my lunch
in my lap but the blood that would be in the muck would
be frightfully embarrassing.
Psychopaths rule the earth and when we vote for them here in America every several years,
what do you think they actually do? Do you think they sit in Washington and develop
strategies to keep you employed? To increase job opportunity’s for people who
require incomes well above the global norm?

They fill space with their cronies by appointing more psy-

chopaths or, if not, then toadies willing to follow these
slimy psychopaths like little lap dogs. During the past 200
years we’ve managed to create a fat, bloated, blistering, ooz-
ing, festering pustule of government in every prefabricated arbitrary
whiteman bordered, corporate managed, once sovereign nation on earth
and especially so here in the good old US of A.

And these elected and appointed yet poor excuses for humans have just about wiped out
every indigenous population on the planet. Give ‘em time, they will. As a recent referenced and
cited AP article stated, “we’ll all be Brazilians soon” anyway.

And you think voting is a worthwhile endeavor? No, the only valid vote is a re-
fusal to vote. Someday in the not so distant future when the total voting population
dwindles down to a disinterested less than 10% of the total adult population, we, the
people might have a chance if we, the people, can agree, for just a single blinking
moment in time, on what the issues are ... and which in all likelihood is itself an impossible task.

Bernays might have been right ...

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GLOBALISM
SHOULD
HAVE A FORWARD
HERE IT IS
YOU
are
HERE
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The US government (all governments
really), or segments of it (because
these days we can’t really be sure
there aren’t 3 or 4 different govern-
ments all working under the same
shadow), think of you and me as be-
ing very much the same as Homer
Simpson, a cartoon character. Dis-
posable, dispensable, easily usurped,
taxed, worn out, fooled, discarded
and thrown to the wolves when no
longer profitable. Born, work, con-
sume, die. Skin bags, useless eaters,
the unwashed masses undeserving of
democracy and even less deserving
of freedom. This eMagazine proves
this so beyond any doubt whatsoever
and that is its intended purpose.

Welcome Home’r ...

you might laugh but this really is a very typical american family enjoying an evening with their children, after a long, tedious work day, seatewd in front of their tell-a-vision, being properly propagandized ...
O
nce upon a time, decades ago, some even say eons, the globalists laid
claim to the planet. Dividing up the spoils; currencies, armies, com-
modities, minerals, petroleum, human resources and even, today,
water and food, they set about evolving a constantly changing grand strategy
for global domination. The Globalists, drenched in everything wealth, have
the civilian population spellbound. They’ve convinced them over multiple
decades, maybe even those eons I mentioned above, that this wealth they’ve
accumulated is reputably, honestly, ethically and morally obtained when in
fact it’s the ill-gotten gains of centuries of looting, plundering, slavery, de-
bauchery, lies, frauds and genocidal murder disguised as war.

This is called Class Warfare. It’s been with us for 6,000 years, the totality of
human civilization. The owner-class drew artificial, arbitrary, socially divid-
ing lines across the planet and called them borders. Crossing these fraudu-
lent, global, national socialist borders requires permission and papers. The
people remain spellbound still, obedient, inclined to oblige, pliable, manage-
able, neat, like domino rows, born, consumed, worn down and out and then
dead as a doornail, discarded.

With the rapid technological advances in all areas of human development

that grand strategy changes; it evolves. Once, in the hazy, lazy, distant and
long gone past, we didn’t have genetically modified food wreaking havoc on
the human genome and altering our dna, did we? Today we do.

Now, in the 21st century, we have the World Trade Organization (WTO),
the United Nations (UN), the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO),
the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and dozens upon
dozens of groups and organizations developing, implementing and enforcing
with the threat of force a myriad of global legislation and treaties most of us
aren’t even aware of let alone privy to the legal details. Some of the condi-
tions violate our constitution. If I were whisked off the street and detained
indefinitely in a dungeon, would you know? Could you really do anything
about it?

Yet by national and international legislation and treaty, and legislation and
treaties you had absolutely no participation in creating, approving of or dis-
approving, the globalists waltzed in light-footed past the tulips, through the
unguarded back door, unnoticed by almost 7 billion of us. We should have
had at least one guy watching that freakin’ back door. What were we think-
ing?

Bernays can answer that question. Were he alive today and prepared to be
forthright and honest with you, he’d insist, no he’d demand that you throw
away your tell-a-vision. The problem is, we weren’t thinking at all. The TV
was doing that for us. 50 years or more on autopilot. Bernays ...
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ABOUT THIS
eMAGAZINE SERIES
Volume 1 • Issue 1 • November 2012

This eMagazine series is about Globalism. Not the Globalism the majority of the pundits discuss. Certainly not the
Globalism everyone else discusses because there’d be no point to that. No, this is Globalism under a new spotlight and
a spotlight that should have been shined directly on it long ago.

Most people aren’t aware of the many, very specific ways which Globalism affects them on a regular, daily basis and
they can’t easily detect what are virtually invisible and yet intimate and profound effects. We’ll explore these very
subtle and nuanced affects that Globalism has on the majority of human civilization in ways not previously considered
because, well, because no one else has. And because they’re exceedingly simple.

Unbeknownst to most, Globalism has been with us for many 1000s of years in one form or another. Only in these recent
20th and 21st centuries have we seen blatant frauds, financial crimes, mass murders disguised as war, genocides, rendi-
tion, torture, courts for ‘them’, courts for ‘you and me’, in-your-face regime change, notable and measurable crimes
against all of humanity and the complete abrogation of civil liberties; and this has become the norm. Drones too. We’ll
discuss drones at length later. We have to, of course.

The organizations mandated to police and then investigate, indict, prosecute, convict and control the rampant and inher-
ent crime within the financial, social, religious, familial and industrial sociopolitics, et al., don’t exist any more today
than the paper tigers they’ve existed for for decades. And that’s if they ever really existed at all. Their now long distant
illusion of some esoteric existence wasn’t of any value in the first place. The elites gave decades of pittances while
recouping vast and invaluable resources; human and natural both – to include the wealth generated by humanities work
product – the sweat and blood of the Proletariat kept in check by the Praetorian Guard.

Globalism surrounds us. It’s suffocating us, you, me, our children and grandchildren and the offspring in our very real
dreams. Globalism was once called ‘Class Warfare’ but that seems to have changed over time in a sophisticated play on
words; semantics really. yet it’s Class Warfare no matter how you slice the cake. Welcome to the Matrix Marge, Homer,
Wilma ... welcome to Globalism, genocide, endless warfare, state sponsored terrorism and compulsive liars.
GLOBALISM
ALWAYS HAS
A BEGINNING
HERE IT IS
 GLOBALISM

101
Riding The Terror Train
GLOBALISM
IS FEAR
GLOBALISM BEGINS BY INSTILLING FEAR IN THE MINDS OF THE POPULACE
ANY KIND OF FEAR; SERIAL RAPISTS, MYSTERIOUS SHOOTERS, METH-CRAZED
LOONS BENT ON MURDER AND MAYHEM, TERRORISTS WITH BIO-WEAPONS, YOU NAME

IT, WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON ALERT FOR IT.

BUT IF IT’S STATE SPONSORED TERRORISM
APPROVED AT THE HIGHEST LEVELS OF GOVERNMENT – APPROVED
BY NATO INTELLIGENCE, the CIA, MOSSAD AND OTHERS

INCLUDING THE BANKERS

AND IF WE CAN PROVE IT

THEN WHAT?
BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT
GLOBALISM
IS FEAR
IS FEAR
GLOBALISM
GLOBALISM

IS FEAR
 S

GLOBALI M
S

I FEAR
GlOBALISM
Is AlL ABOUT
SO
FEAR
NOTHING
 I want to swim away

but don’t know how.

Sometimes it feels

just like I’m falling

in the ocean.

Let the rain

of what I feel right now,

come down –

Let the rain come down ...

I’m just a normal boy. That sank when I fell overboard.
My ship would leave the country. But I’d rather swim
ashore. Without a life vest I’d be stuck again. Wish I
was much more masculine. Maybe then I could learn
to swim Like ‘fourteen miles away’.

Now floating up and down I spin, colliding into sound.

Like whales beneath me diving down. I’m sinking to
the bottom of my Everything that freaks me out. The
lighthouse beam has just run out. I’m cold as cold as
cold can be.

I want to swim away but don’t know how. Sometimes

it feels just like I’m fallin’ in the ocean. Let the waves
take me down. Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down. Let
the rain come down.

Where is the coastguard? I keep looking in each direc-

tion. For a spotlight, give me something I need, some-
thing for protection. Maybe flotsam junk will do just
fine. The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind. I’m treading
for my life believe me (How can I keep up this breath-
ing).

Not knowing how to think I scream aloud, begin to

sink. My legs and arms are broken down. With envy
for the solid ground I’m reaching for the life within
me. How can one man stop his ending. I thought of
just your face Relaxed, and floated into space.

I want to swim away but don’t know how.

Sometimes it feels just like I’m fallin’
in the ocean. Let the waves take me
down. Let the hurricane set in
motion, yeah Let the rain
of what I feel right now,
come down. Let the
rain come down.
 Now waking to the sun I calculate what
I had done. Like jumping from the bow,
yeah, Just to prove that I knew
how, yeah. It’s midnight’s late reminder of
The
loss of her, the one I love. My will to
quickly
end it all Sat front row in my need to fall.

I want to swim away but don’t know how.

Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling
in the ocean. Let the waves take me
down. Let the hurricane set in
motion, yeah Let the rain
of what I feel right now,
come down
.
Let the rain come down.
I don’t want to sound trite or overly simplistic but let’s face facts; many of you are
far more intellectually inclined and far more intelligent than I am. Nevertheless,
the fear factor is insidious and affects us all. When we see wars; Libya and Syria
for example or even daily Gazan genocide, our hearts ache and this is a form of
instilling fear. Fear in the form of apathy and the feeling that there’s nothing or
very little that we can actually do to accomplish a goal of any sort.

Whether it’s fluoridated water, chlorinated water, bisphenol-A in our blood, ni-
trates, nitrites, BHT, BHA, food colorings from blue to yellow, monosodium
glutamate, hydrogenated oils, GMO ingredients, vaccines, financial fraud of vast
proportions, fiat currency, a fraudulent fed and an even more fraudulent GDP,
manipulated markets, wars steeped in lies and fraud and corruption at levels inde-
scribable, all of these events are designed to instill a sophisticated form of gener-
ally unrecognizable fear.

Not the “I’m scared” fear but the “I’m helpless” fear. The kind of creeping, hid-
den, covert fear that overcomes your common senses and leaves you wholly emp-
ty, justifiably apathetic and severely wounded even though the wounds and the
dripping crimson blood are invisible.

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