Comic Book Obscenities

The rank and file are usually much more primitive than we imagine. Propaganda must therefore always be essentially simple and repetitious.
— Joseph Goebbels

You would be hard pressed to find a publishing medium that is more "simple and repetitious" than a comic book. Explain to me again, Why does the Federal Reserve come up with one comic book after another? Oh right, per their own video linked below, it's all for education of the masses. Introducing the 20-page comic book "Once Upon A Dime."

Here in all its glory is the latest installment of Federal Reserve obscenities as it launches another public relations campaign aimed to convince the sheeple that their lives depend on the perennial grace of central bankers.

You can right-click here to download your own PDF copy directly from the Fed's website or PC users can browse the embedded document below.

Many thanks to RM contributor Ken Schortgen Jr. for alerting us all to the newly released pile of garbage via his own article at The Daily Economist. Silver Doctors summed it up well:

This comic book is the biggest, most epic, Pro-Fed and full-on assault on Gold & Silver they may have ever done.

Which makes me think that the Fed possibly believes that they are under assault. One thing is immediately clear from the characters in the story: Hillary Clinton was supposed to have won the election.

A Madam President Named Tilli

The opening frames of the comic book direct our attention to an extraterrestrial planet named Novus whose civilization has progressed along a vein remarkably similar to Earth's. In fact, lookie here, they even have a continent shaped just like Antarctica (ahem! See my full Antarctica series here.)

The people of Novus are governed by a wise lady president named Tilli (or would that be Hillary?) The story progresses as anticipated. Inhabitants of Novus are getting along just fine in their world of Barter Systems until finally somebody feels mightily put out over the inconvenience of having to trade real items for other real items.

Somebody invents a system of exchange based on pretty little rocks. People are prosperous and begin saving up their excess in a temple -- er, I mean, bank. To further emphasize how truly fictitious is this tale, the bankers are above reproach and somehow it's not their fault when the the default of one sole borrower causes the whole house of cards to fall down.

The Problem of the collapsed economy prompts the Reaction of one citizen wearing a Saturn (aka Cronus) t-shirt and a tattoo of a remarkably-looking Nazi or thunderbolt insignia: "But who's going to be there when the banks need credit?"

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A bank for the banks ... yes, that will solve all of our problems! (/sarc). And don't you just love that a character with plenty of "eyes" suggests the central bank solution? (Think: Eye of the Pyramid or worse, the Eye of Horus and the Eye of Ra as represented by the two thin yellow circles on the back of the $1 Bill).

As the video above mentioned, we'll have to wait for the next installment to see what monstrosity these poor deluded buffoons come up with next, even though they are obviously living on a planet full of abundant galactic energies which ought to eradicate the very notion of "debt" from their language.

Saturn Devours His Son

It's never a good sign when you see an image of the planet Saturn within a message that's bound to be littered with hidden meanings. Saturn is the Roman name for Cronus, the Titan god who was so afraid of being overthrown by his children that he actually murdered and ate his own children in a preemptive strike.

Goya's famous painting depicts Cronus eating his children. (Image:  Wikipedia )

Goya's famous painting depicts Cronus eating his children. (Image: Wikipedia)

Alt-Media writers like Brandon Smith and dozens of others in our financial community have been sounding the alarm for years that TPTB who created this system are the ones who are engineering its demise. Things are going to get awfully ugly if the Fed, and its own overlords like the Bank for International Settlements, get the idea in their head that dinnertime has now arrived.

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Bankster Slayer

"When I look back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all." -- the "Kodachrome" song by Paul Simon, 1973

I grew up in a quiet, small, city east of the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles County, in Palmdale, California. I'm not quite old enough to remember the assassination of JFK, but do remember the assassination of Brother Bobbie on an early summer's day. I was finishing up my first grade at the elementary school just up the street from our suburbia house. Maybe that was when I became self-aware that something wasn't right. When I saw the events of that day unfolding on our new color TV, I remember a thought passing through my 6.5 year old mind. And silly me assumed that everybody else was also holding this same belief because it seemed so obvious to me:


"The President and his brother must have been killed by the same people."

I don't know how a little first-grader was able to come up with that conclusion. That certainly wasn't the sort of idea you would expect to be rumbling around the brain of a little kid. But it kept rumbling in mine and still does, to this day.

The people of my generation passed through the Space Race, the Vietnam War, Watergate, the Disco Era, Yuppies, the World Wide Web, and Irrational Exuberance. Throughout this entire period, a relentless Matrix Machine has been whirring in the background of our lives, unnoticed and largely unchallenged. In fact, that Machine has been whirring for centuries.

I guess it was inevitable that the 6.5 year old kid who once questioned the official doctrine of the Kennedy assassinations would one day swallow her own Red Pill. And so I did, following the 2008 Crash, as I watched the financial lives of my parents and myself collapse into disaster as the equity of our homes evaporated into the dry Arizona air.

I finally came to that moment as have so many readers and contributors of Rogue Money, that day when you finally stop and ask "Why did this happen?" I started reading, researching, listening. Gradually the bricks of The Matrix began to crumble. The monstrous beast was no longer hidden from view. 

And so I join this team of writers and readers who are all trying to Slay the Bankster Beast in their own way. We carry on with confidence because no Evil has ever stood forever against the onslaught of Truth. Undaunted, we move forward.

You will find that my contributions to the Rogue Money web site will focus on the deep history that created The Matrix in the first place. In other words, you won't find any opinion forthcoming on this-or-that presidential election ... unless you are talking about the overthrow of regimes 2- or 3- thousand years ago. In that case, I might be interested!

I make no apologies if what you hear steps on the toes of a long-cherished paradigm. I am just A Messenger. In fact, you will find that my blogs will invite your comments to provide additional pieces of information that perhaps you may have gleaned from your own research. I have many holes that need filling.

You've been told what, how, when, and where to think your whole life. I leave it up to you to exercise your own Mind and take appropriate Action to slay the monster for yourself.

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