WikiLeaks Leaks

Michael Colhaze


… when you have eliminated the impossible, that which remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

It might not come as a surprise if I tell you that this Journal, due perhaps to its growing importance as an outspoken defender of our great Christian European culture, and particularly with regard to truth as above mentioned, has received a clandestine document which elucidates a few intriguing aspects concerning the theft of a large batch of top secret US Foreign Service assessments, appraisals and evaluations, all shoved up the sleeve of one surreptitious if not slightly sinister Julian Assange, self-proclaimed global snitch and owner of WikiLeaks, an Internet site that declares as its honourable intent to rattle the mighty.

Which it doubtlessly does on occasion.

Yet it appears that some questions have popped up as to Mr. Assange’s integrity. They can’t be answered outright, but simmer on a low fire and thus provide me with a spot of speculative insinuation helpful for the general construct of my tale.

The fact that the aforementioned document has been slipped under my digital doorstep, I hasten to say, does not touch in any way upon my largely absent journalistic merits, but came to pass because I am, perchance and only alphabetically, the first in line. Another reason must have been the strong probability that my editor, had it landed on his heavily cluttered desk, would have rejected it out of hand.

The document is the copy of a copy of a fax of a copy of an e-mail of a machine typed draft of a short-hand outline of a verbal précis, the latter delivered in the sound-proof annexe of the US embassy in Jerusalem by a diplomatic operative of  undisclosed function, codename NICK, to a diplomatic superior of unidentified activity, codename DICK.

Its working title reads like this: FIRST FISSURES  IN THE ZIONIST FORTRESS

Well, you may say, an unlikely possibility, but blessed be the Lord and all His Hosts if it were true. The document itself is a leak within a leak within a leak. Or in other words, a scrap of information Mr. Assange might have preferred to keep to himself.

Let me recapitulate.

A deeply worried administration, fearful that the recent deluge of WikiLeaks could bring to light some of its more creepy if not downright criminal activities, initiated a worldwide hunt for the site’s founder, Julian Assange. To give it a guise of legality, however flimsy, Sweden was approached, Sweden being a staunch ally ruled by an uneasy Marxist coalition of Pansies-cum-Sapphics who long since have made the pilgrimage to Canossa. And who spawn the most absurd excrescences of political correctness, like the sad descent of the once coveted Nobel Peace Prize into a farce of such magnitude that its conferment isn’t seen anymore as a honour, but a serious insult to the honour of any decent human being. A decline initiated with its uproarious bestowal on that feverishly hallucinating crackpot Elie Weasel, and culminating in the choice of the present president of the United States who is as committed to peace as Bibi his minder.

Using a fairly recent law that has a healthy man’s balls cut off if he dares to wink so much as an eye at one of those long-legged Swedish blondes, the latter perhaps recently raped by a socially rejected Muslim whose case was dropped on the grounds of religious immunity, poor Mr. Assange has been accused of tricking an undercover hooker into believing that he was protected by a strawberry-scented condom, whereas in fact he had only lubricated his masculine appendix with a layer of  inexpensive Wal-Mart ice-cream imported from China. Now this is, at least in Sweden, a serious criminal offence, and reason enough to alert Interpol, Mossad, MI 5 plus 6, and the FBI respectively. Who went into action and pinpointed without delay the culprit’s whereabouts, an obscure hotel in the cradle of modern democracy, once Great Britain. Whose most accommodating regime had the bugger’s door kicked down before sunrise, took him by the ears and slapped him into jail. And where, as  everyone believed, he would smart only a few days until his extradition to Sweden and, at a remove, to the seething US.

So far, so good.

The once exquisite BBC, long since degraded into a boot-licking media moll, unleashed the usual propaganda broadside, to the effect that Mr. Assange was a danger to society and should be neutralized. Back in the US voices were more outspoken, advocating tarring and feathering, or just the electric chair. Visa, Mastercard and other banking institutions cut WikiLeaks’ financial lifelines, thereby giving you a clear idea who owns them, provided of course you didn’t know it already. Which led to an upsurge of worldwide sympathy for Mr. Assange whose reputation had been seriously dented when he maintained hilariously that 9/11 was strictly Bin Laden and no conspiracy whatsoever. A stance that could be, on hindsight, an important clue why he got out on bail.

And how on earth did that come to pass, you may ask? Who pulled the necessary strings?

Julian Assange’s lawyer is the prominent Mark Stephens whose law firm Finers Stephens Innocent acts as legal adviser to the Rothschild Waddesdon Trust, the latter concerned with the “maintenance, improvement and payment of certain of the outgoings in respect of Waddesdon Manor (the British Rothschild’s most prestigious property, pro forma owned by the National Trust) in the Vale of Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire.”

The Waddesdon Board of Trustees is chaired by the Queen’s former Private Secretary Lord Fellowes and has three Rothschild family members as trustees, Lord Jacob Rothschild, Lady Rothschild (his wife) and Beth Matilda Rothschild. It is domiciled 14 St James’s Place in London which is also the London address of Lord Jacob Rothschild and his high profile wealth management business St. James’s Place Group (formerly J. Rothschild Assurance Group). As a side note, Mark Stephens’ law firm Finers Stephens Innocent appears to have a strong focus in providing tax avoidance advisory services to mega-rich customers (see Michael Lewis and Simon Malkiel particularly) such as, I suspect, Sir Philip Green who advises the government on how to recover the mega money he and his peers avoid to pay.

In summary, Assange’s lawyer is a high profile establishment figure whose firm works for the Rothschilds.

Lord Jacob (right) with Friends

Which might come as a surprise to those who have, perhaps on a democratically inspired impulse, donated some money for poor Mr. Assange’s defence. What makes the surprise so intriguing is the set of players involved, particularly if you believe, like we all do, that a prominent lawyer with such illustrious connections would never have touched, not even with the proverbial bargepole, an internationally hunted rabble-rouser who threatened to embarrass the mighty, Wall Street and Israel included.

But the former did the unthinkable and got the latter out of jail. So where would the great Sherlock Holmes arrive, once the impossible had been eliminated and only the improbable remained? At the conclusion that someone leaked on someone he didn’t like, and someone else leaked the leak because he didn’t like both.

I have deleted some spook-related paraphernalia and give you only the essentials.

Monday, December 28th, 04.21 PM to 04.24 PM.

NICK: Tell those clowns in DC to stop worrying. The whole thing is an internal flare-up and won’t get out of hand.
DICK: Wow! Internal how?!
NICK: Codename Izzies, those with the nukes, and Codename Heebies, those with the dough, ain’t each other that kosher anymore.
DICK: Wow! Why not?!
NICK: Codename Heebies think Codename Izzies are going bonkers. Which is bad for business.
DICK: Wow! Why?
NICK:  Because the world is waking up and thinks the Codename Heebies are responsible for all the world’s woes.
DICK: Wow! Aren’t they?
NICK: Mostly. But it’s bad for business if the world knows.
DICK: Wow! And?
NICK: To make the Codename Izzies toe the line, the Codename Heebies are threatening to leak some embarrassing information as to the Codename Izzies’ present political leaders and their criminal antics and associates.
DICK: Wow! And will that make them toe the line?
NICK: It will. Because Jerusalem politics are the toughest in the world. If they can’t screw the Goyim, they screw each other.
DICK: Wow! With screws?
NICK: With leaks, you twit!
DICK: I see! Wow!

End of brief.

Reading it a few times over, it set me thinking. Which in due course resulted in my penning the following little assessment. It is certainly far-fetched, but hopefully readable. And to be on the safe side, I left a backdoor open in case it comes back and tries to bite me in the backside.

I HAVE NO INTENTION to endorse Codename NICK’s improbable conclusions without previous and serious combinative scrutiny. But like every thinking person the world over, I have noticed as well some interesting shifts with regard to present power structures and struggles.

A recent global opinion poll, published by the BBC, has gauged the degree of esteem commanded by some 28 countries worldwide. Forever repentant Germany made the top, which comes as little surprise since there can’t be a people more generously inclined but the demented Krauts who toss money at everyone, and who, incredibly, have paid only a month ago the last reparations for World War One, a cataclysm they never wanted or started.

What made the poll truly interesting is the fact that very near the ladder’s absolute bottom, a dark and damned region where you can hear already the hiss of Hell’s furnaces, resides Israel. Clearly seen by the world as its most despicable and abhorrent member, has it suffered a devastating propaganda defeat which is even more surprising since it commands most of the world’s media outlets. The poll, by the way, was conducted before the amateurish Dubai assassination and the cowardly murder of nine unarmed members of the Gaza peace flotilla. We know of course that Israel’s political leaders don’t give a wet fart about world opinion, just like its spiritual leaders who are totally unconcerned about it since they believe the rest of mankind to be a subhuman species with the divinely ordered task to feather Zion’s nest and nothing else. Attitudes which explain why the hideous aggression in Gaza and on the West Bank continues unabated, no matter if it is widely condemned in the Internet or timidly commented on by the BBC and similar Zionist quislings. A sane person may ask from whence this brazen arrogance is issuing, and knows the answer straight away.

From the financiers and oligarchs.

Who have lavishly abetted Herzl’s dream and its untimely realization with trillions of US dollars, Deutschmarks and Euros respectively, all derived from shady investment schemes or milked out of palsied American and German taxpayers. Periodic accidents like junk bond scandals, currency rigging or simply large-scale thefts could do nothing to undermine the world’s deep-felt gratitude for the heroic little country and its loaded chaperones who were defending Western democratic values so bravely in the very heart of Muslim badland. Thus Israel and her military behemoth got the money it wanted, and the Wall Street, London and Frankfurt crooks collected it with ever increasing impudence. This co-operation worked smoothly for forty years and more. Its centrepiece is the unwritten proviso that the Rothschilds, Schiffs, Blankfeins, Fulds, Levys et al. can own the finest properties in Eretz Israel, but need not live there at all. This because they infinitely favour their German castles, French chateaus, English manors or magnificent US estates, together with a bottle of Chateau Lafitte, a slice of sublime Foie Gras, and an evening out with Wagner and Berenboim.

Waddesdon Manor

Of course they take great pride in Israel as a tangible proof of Jewish might, with two hundred nukes and more at its command, enough in any case to blow the entire globe to smithereens. But the place is too small, smelly, noisy and over-crowded, also lacking style, manners and sophistication, dangerous as well, and therefore only a safe haven in case someone thinks the unthinkable, namely that only a forced exodus of the mega-crooks can save his country from utter ruin.

Like Russia today.

Though not a few decades ago, when it seemed an unlikely if not downright absurd possibility. Because in those days business-as-usual was running amazingly smooth, with nearly everything in Jewish hands, from politicians, presidents, companies, newspapers, the Federal Reserve, the best land and whatnot, all nicely hidden from preying eyes, and underpinned by a booming economy and hard-working citizens.

Turn of the tide might have been Arik Sharon’s Lebanon invasion and the many dead civilians, women and children alike, who left a bad aftertaste worldwide. Then came the internet. Age-old and cleverly woven veils were torn to shreds and revealed the naked and ugly truth. We know by now that Israel is the world leader in trafficking prostitutes, blood diamonds, heroin, crack, organs derived from young Palestinians, and other hideous merchandise. We see photos of young children in Gaza with their feet blown off who have bled slowly and agonizingly to death. We hear whispers that 9/11 was a Mossad operation to force us into the messy Afghan war. We know…

And as if that weren’t enough, the home-front began to crumble as well. Our financial system is in tatters because some megalomaniac Illuminati with a mad urge to control the world invented globalism and multiculturalism, ripped off a few trillion bucks too many, ruined the economy and now are printing mountains of worthless paper money to avoid, at least for the moment, a national collapse. Last year over a million houses have been foreclosed, usually because the owners lost their jobs. This year and next year it will be even worse. Thus millions of people are and will be ousted from homes they have been paying off for years, and which now end up, as the great Robert Fuld put it so nicely, for a song in the claws of the bankers. Then there are those who were tricked out of their savings and pensions. Or those who lost their jobs to cheap and illegal immigrants. Or those…

Lately I think sometimes about the French revolution, and how it erupted without forewarning. How the greedy and mighty and hideous were taken by surprise. How glaringly obvious their criminal nonchalance had been, their brazen disregard, their porcine inability to judge the mood of the time.

And how they ended up one by one on the guillotine.

Perhaps there are some, far more concerned than I am, who think along similar lines. Because it simply can’t be that everyone is so absolutely short-sighted, so ridden by a demented greed which can’t be anything but suicidal. Perhaps there are a few cooler heads who have the wider view, men with an erudition and sophistication generated by centuries of near unbelievable tolerance on the part of their cultured hosts. Men who are capable, and in spite of all their horrible wealth, to muster a spot of common sense, even wisdom.

Hence the leaks…

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