While they ravage my country with the strongest typhoon ever, to serve as pretext to enter the islands with warships that will be used to recover Golden Lily loot and more, they are also busy grabbing the treasures of Indonesia as the Asian financial choking against the Jesuits persisted on…
The way we see it now, Typhoon Hainan [Yolanda] was a way of hitting two birds with one stone, i.e. WW2 loot recovery and elimination of the only local medium that discusses consistently about the crimes of the true enemy of the country.
But we survive, and we are here to stay.
Posted on November 22, 2013
Ø Fifty years ago today – JFK, NFK, and the heroism of stubborn Irishmen
Ø Details of Keenan’s narrow escape from abduction at airport
Ø Help from the Family in the nick of time
Ø The hideout in the hills – U.S. good guys step in
Ø “Like a video game” – Keenan in the hills with special forces protectors, watches the cabal hit team get nabbed…and gets in a punch or two himself
Ø Yeah, but what about the Accounts? The view from here
Ø George Soros and the Emperor of Japan – Illuminati gold-grab underway…but the Family will step in to stop them
Ø OITC goes after Karen Hudes – Keenan steps in
Ø Hudes expert on her turf – OITC a fraud on every turf
Ø Nelu’s case now in line for the Supreme court
by Michael Henry Dunn
November 22, 2013
Fifty years ago today, the conscienceless sociopaths who want us to believe they run the world brutally murdered our president. John F. Kennedy knew the risks he took when he opposed and undermined the sick sect of bloodlines and bankers behind the Federal Reserve. But to Kennedy, it was apparently a closed question – he simply would not stand by and allow the slaughter and enslavement of millions under his watch. He knew that signing the Green Hilton Memorial Agreement and Presidential Directive #11110 to give control of America’s money back to America’s people was tantamount to signing his own death warrant. With the characteristic Kennedy blend of guts and arrogance, he did it anyway, and paid with his life. From JFK’s point of view, he had no choice – to cooperate or even to look the other way was simply unthinkable.
Or as Neil Keenan put it to me one day – “Yeah, I could take the money and walk away. But what’s the point if we all end up dead from these people?”
Every president we’ve had since that horrific day in Dallas has absorbed the ugly lesson, and has chosen to look the other way as the genocidal agenda proceeded. “Better to be a live mouse than a dead lion,” they reasoned.
But John Kennedy’s legacy and legend lives and grows, while they are already being forgotten.
Maybe there’s something in the history of the Irish race that taught us to embrace foolhardy risks in the name of hopeless causes. After helping win the American Civil War, the immigrant sons of Ireland (my great-grandfather among them) banded together and headed north to conquer Canada from Great Britain and trade it for the freedom of Ireland.
We tend to dream big. And Ireland is free today.
Well, most of it.
Which brings us to Neil F. Keenan. Or as the shorthand now is, NFK.
I’m here to tell you that the same “presidential” family whose chieftain planned the murder of John Kennedy fifty years ago attempted last week to abduct and most likely kill Neil Keenan, and for the same reason: he poses the greatest threat since Kennedy to their global crime syndicate through his campaign to shut down their money spigot – the decades-long defrauding of the Global Collateral Accounts.
For those who begin to find the whole story too improbable and accuse Keenan of being a con, I have little patience. If Neil is a con man, it’s the stupidest and most profitless con ever conceived. Having sat at his side in stifling prisons, corrupt courtrooms, and watched his back on crowded Jakarta streets (yeah, that’s how big our security budget really was – the skinny writer who hasn’t handled a gun in thirty years was basically Neil’s bodyguard for two months), and having sat in his hotel room as the calls came in from finance ministers and intelligence contacts, and knowing first-hand how he’s spent his fortune, risked his life, seen his best friend killed, and endured months of tedious setbacks while turning down tainted funding, my Irish flashes pretty fast when I read some internet wise-ass holding forth on how Neil isn’t for real.
To them I will only say – “póg mo thóin ríoga na hÉireann.” Neil is fond of that expression himself. Let’s just say it’s not an invitation to kiss the Blarney Stone.
Here’s how it played out. NFK pushed his resources to the limit and returned to Jakarta to try to wrap the deal up as the cabal closed off his financial lifelines. Funds raised on the web are beginning to rise, but getting them to Neil was difficult. Still trying to free his partner Nelu from prison, still lining up allies to wrest control of the Accounts, still recovering from a poison attempt (yes, it really happened), still fending off attacks on his reputation from people who should know better, he took a break and went to the Starbucks at a nearby mall (the same one where many of these posts were written), in the company of the gutsy and faithful Inchul Kim.
Neil’s a kidder. A virtually non-stop jokester. So when he told Inchul to watch out for the big, well-muscled guy pretending to read his laptop at a nearby table, Inchul was ready to laugh. But the look in Neil’s eyes was different this time. He alerted Inchul to a second “watcher” and told him to be ready to move. When Neil and Inchul made a sudden exit, they drew the opposition out, and observed themselves being followed. Having the advantage of knowing the territory (mall-cruising being a favorite pastime…well, the only pastime, really), our friends returned to their hotel in safety by a side exit.
But a blatant threat came through that night which let Neil know that this time the heat was on, and that he was not simply being watched – the people from Texas were now desperate to retrieve the Black Book by whatever means necessary…and their means of persuasion are, as we know, vile, and Neil would then be eliminated. He made the calculus and knew that staying in Jakarta was not an option. His team was totally vulnerable, his friends would be hurt or killed, and he himself would be taken.
So he left town fast….”got outta Dodge” as he later expressed it to this writer.
He didn’t tell me until much later where he went. It doesn’t matter now – he’s no longer there. But the cabal was in close pursuit, as those who read the hacked Skype dialogue in which they clumsily attempted to pump information from Jean Haines will know (similar attempts were made to other contacts in Neil’s Skype account – some of whom assumed that it was just Keenan playing with their heads as usual….but they wised up fast and the hackers got zero information).
Pushed from the airport bus by an unseen hand, Keenan’s knee was injured as he arrived at his destination (yes, the hackers did indeed, as they claimed, observe him limping in surveillance footage). Slipping into the bathroom, Mr. Keenan emerged moments later as someone else (he made me promise not to divulge the details of his disguise – let’s just say it didn’t involve a dress or panty-hose, but maybe did include a foreign accent and a Groucho nose).
He at once saw the waiting team of thugs outside searching for him. He walked right between them, feebly excusing himself in Swahili (or was it Ukrainian? I’ll let you figure it out) while the bad guys exclaimed to each other, “Where did he go?”
Okay, it was a blond wig and a fedora and some shades, and he was speaking Spanish. “Permisa me” he muttered, and the bad guys let the old man through. Next time, he says, it will be a new disguise. I suggested Mrs. Doubtfire, but I think he’d rather be a Ninja.
It appears that the cabal wanted Neil to believe he was being met by friendly Pentagon types, who would then escort him to an undisclosed location from which he would never emerge.
Instead, he strolled on, bag in tow, thinking maybe he was safe. And then he felt a hand on his arm.
“Mr. Keenan? Please come with me.”
A well-dressed Asian man. Smiling, and with a knowing look.
Keenan replied in Spanish to the effect that he was not Keenan.
“Please, Mr. Keenan. We would know you anywhere. I am with Mr. —————. We need to get you to safety now.”
Instinct told Neil this was the right guy. They walked on, left the airport, and were met by security forces of the good guys who escorted Neil to a hideout in the wilderness. The Family and positive U.S. military forces were instrumental in ensuring Keenan’s survival.
Here, I will have to leave it to your imaginations – those oh-so-fertile web conspiracy think-tanks – to figure out who the good guys were and where they took Mr. Keenan. It could have been Virginia. Or maybe Belgium. I will only confirm that it was not Antarctica.
They were followed by a team of bad guys.
A perimeter was established. The cabal thugs came in, unaware that their every move was watched on camera. NFK sat with the special forces from hiding, watching surveillance footage on a laptop…loving every minute, of course. “Like watching a video game – only with life and death stakes,” said Neil. The bad guys were shooting at shadows and noises, killing stray wildlife, not knowing they were actually the prey themselves. Eleven of them were taken. Some skirmishes, but no blood was shed. They were then taken out by helicopter to an undisclosed location – one not of their choosing, where one hopes they are singing like canaries about their erstwhile employers.
There were some close encounters. Neil (as he tells it) got to hit somebody in a fight, before the professionals took over. “I loved it!”
At sixty-three, with a bad leg, his chances for mixing it up are now few, and he was having a great time.
Soon he was “operational” and back in touch with the world, working on the next steps. A few days later, his protectors decided it was safe to move him. So now he’s somewhere else.
Hawaii, maybe? Either there, or Sasketchewan. Take your pick. Beats me.
No sooner was he relatively safe (and being Neil Keenan is unsafe by definition) than he had to go back on the offensive. As some may have read, the zombie-fraud entity calling itself the Office of International Treasury Control (or OITC) keeps attempting to rise from the dead with another attack on Keenan, or, in the latest instance, on World Bank whistle-blower Karen Hudes. Occasionally, it is necessary to republish the facts on OITC. This Wikipedia article should suffice, which states:
“The Office of International Treasury Control (OITC) is a seemingly elaborate fraudulent organization which claims to be associated with the United Nations and the Federal Reserve, the central bank of the United States. It has attempted to deceive people and organizations in Ecuador, Fiji and the United Kingdom. The UN and Federal Reserve have denied any knowledge of or connection with OITC. The purpose of the hoax is unknown.
Curiously, the OITC purports to be a highly secret organization whose existence cannot be proven or disproven by internet research, and yet it maintains its own very public website. The OITC website does not explain why a highly secretive organization would want, or need, to maintain such a website; nor does the website explain why such an apparently wealthy organization would have such a badly designed website with many typographical errors.”
In an exchange published on the pro-OITC site Rumormillnews, OITC promoter David Crayford mounted an attack on Karen Hudes, once again claiming that OITC is the true claimant to control of the Global Collateral Accounts. As with Neil Keenan, Hudes represents competition to their profit-scheme, so she was attacked. While it may be true that Ms. Hudes has often stepped outside of her area of expertise in many interviews (as with her ill-advised warnings of Comet Ison actually being planet Nebiru, about to impact Earth’s gravitational field with disastrous consequences which were to have occurred a week ago now), she is in fact a twenty-year veteran counsel with the cabal-created and controlled World Bank who is attempting to alert the world to the corrupt oligarchy’s agenda. On her own turf, her information is important. Keenan recently stated that he is still open to communication with Hudes, if a clean understanding were reached. Meanwhile, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Hence this reminder about the fraud-riddled history of the OITC.
A side note: the guy calling himself “Anonymous” on the Hudes-Crayford thread over at Rumormill is none other than our old friend Keith Scott, attempting to emerge from obscurity. As usual, Keenan’s intelligence sources have the drop on Mr. Scott. (He’s in your laptop, Keith!)
Meanwhile, the Nazi escapees from Houston and their Illuminati network are still desperately trying to grab the gold, find the Book, and continue to defraud the Global Collateral Accounts. As reported earlier, George Soros personally went to Indonesia to hand out enormous bribes to the Elders (and some non-Elders as well) to obtain access to the bunkers and tunnels where Account assets have been stored since WWII. Days later, Keenan suffered the poisoning attempt, after which intelligence sources reported that Soros (upon return to D.C.) was heard to state, “We almost got Keenan.”
An important note: deep thanks to Dr. Edward Group of the Global Healing Center for the special anti-poison kits provided to Mr. Keenan. These saved his life. Neil suggested I add pungent details about the manner in which these kits work, but it’s enough to state that they are an “intense purgative.”
Soros and the Emperor of Japan are now working on a plan to remove the vast gold troves from Indonesia, which is now a blown cover, but the Family is keeping a close eye on this attempt. The Emperor’s efforts to help the cabal steal the Family’s gold in South Korea are also being closely monitored, and they will not succeed. “The Family is ready to deal with them,” according to NFK, “and with anyone attempting to sell the Family’s gold.”
Back in Jakarta, our friend Nelu’s case now moves back (again) into line for the Supreme Court, where we still hope that justice may be done, and that this innocent and good man will finally taste the air of freedom after a year and a half of unjust imprisonment.
As always, word of major moves by the Good Guys is in the wind. Maybe this time it’s for real. I have no idea. I don’t pretend to know how Neil intends to pull this off (on the need-to-know basis, I am mercifully on the periphery). I only know NFK has lived to fight another day. For which we should all be grateful.
Michael Henry Dunn
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