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What a genius of the Russian branch of Aryavarta:


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===========”666″ on back of US one-dollar bill

In 1933 the US one-dollar bill’s obverse was redesigned. It has been full since then of 33rd-degree masonic and also directly satanic symbols. The change was ordered by the new president, Franklin Delano (sephardic Jewish name) Roosevelt (originally Rosso Campo, “red field,” another sephardic Jewish name which was “dutch”-ified to Roosevelt, a name like the yiddish Rosenfeld), a part-Jew via both mother and father who was blessed for his wicked tasks with appearing white and Episcopalian Christian so as to enter the White House in a then very Christian and antisemitic country.

Now below is a diagram that refers to the number “666” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/666_%28number%29) that is not mumbo-jumbo at all if you can follow numerology, that is, the Illuminati Jews’ obsession with this nonsense.

The concept, which admittedly is foreign gibberish to any normal, straightforward white person but innate in the mind of a scheming Jewish kabbalist — who loves to boast to his fellow kabbalists in code how “we now rule the goyim” — is based on the shape of a pyramid, and represents a cackling, vicious joke, Jewish humor at its worst.

The motive is what is shown in this cartoon that I will show first, the gloating at one’s secret power to enslave others to do one’s bidding. I have posted it many times before (each time from a different YouTube source, because JewTube keeps deleting it!) because it is so accurate and powerful. Note the Jew cackling (at 2:13) as his McDonald’s-cap fat American, the pugnacious Brit and the bolshevized Russian have pounded down the German….. After destroying his enemy then he goes on to destroy his slaves as well, just as Stalin often had his killers killed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTBmdaRgyf0

Going back to the topic of the diagram found below, and entering this baffling mindset, you start at the top of the pyramid. (Masons love pyramids and other Egyptian things, and this pyramid means the rulers since Roosevelt, and remember that the one-dollar bill, unlike the five, ten, twenty, fifty or hundred, has basically not been changed since 1933.) Then you go to…. the BOTTOM LINE.

Now what does “bottom line” mean in English? It means the end result; it means the real significance. Merriam-Webster does say that this figurative expression first was noted around 1967. But the Jews are a race of bankers, accountants, and businessmen, and the profit and loss statement and the asset & liabilities sheet have always, for centuries, had the literal bottom line, with how much something is worth.

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A sample P&L Statement for a small business:

For the Quarter Ended March 31, 200X

Net Sales $200,000
Cost Of Goods Sold:
Beginning inventory – $  45,000
Merchandise purchases – $120,000
Freight – $  15,000
Cost Of Goods Available For Sale $180,000
Less ending inventory – $  50,000
Cost Of Goods Sold – $130,000
GROSS MARGIN $  70,000
Selling, administrative, and general
expenses:
Salaries and Wages – $  22,000
Rent – $    6,000
Light, heat, and power – $    1,000
Other Expenses – $    4,000
State and local taxes and licenses – $    1,000
Depreciation and Amortization
on leasehold improvements
– $       500
Repairs – $    1,500
Total selling, administrative, and general
expenses
– $  36,000
Profit From Operations $  34,000
Other income + $    2,500
Other expense – $       500
Net Profit Before Taxes $  36,000
Provision for income tax – $  14,400
NET PROFIT AFTER INCOME TAX $21,600

When you are trying to sell someone something with a long explanation, he may just interrupt you and ask: “Well, what is the bottom line here?” In your IRS taxes, the bottom line of the form 1040 is what you owe or the government owes you. The bottom line is the “getting down to brass tacks.” It is the practical reality after all the show, the theory or the pretense.

Having explained all this, now here is a US one-dollar bill….

…and look at this patriot’s explanation of the bottom of the pyramid on the left of the back of a US one-dollar bill…

And there you have it, the bottom line is 6 + 6 + 6….

666.

America may have been founded in 1776, as per the Roman-numerals date, but the bottom line is that with Roosevelt the satanists FULLY took over.

And, as my presidential video points out, the Fed and Goldman Sachs triggered the Great Depression to get rid of Hoover, a decent, honorable German-American , a famous engineer and famous WWI humanitarian who saved millions from starving (see my article one-third down here https://johndenugent.com/important-articles-and-threads on “Herbert Hoover”), and bring in Roosevelt, and when the Fed cut the money supply, IN THE MIDDLE OF A DEPRESSION!, that ensured that Hoover could never get this country out of the misery and he would be a one-term president.

Now I’ll segue to a famous/infamous episode of the Oprah Winfrey show, where a Jewish woman confesses her family practiced Jewish satanism, ritual sexual abuse and ritual murder of children.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3EAIW2BgQw

Transcript of the key parts of the Oprah interview:

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Quote:

“RACHEL”, Was Used In Satan Worship Rituals:

Yes, my family has an extensive family tree, and they keep track of who’s been involved and who hasn’t been involved, and it’s gone back to like 1700.

OPRAH: And so you were ritually abused.

“RACHEL”: Right. I was born into a family that believes in this.

OPRAH: Does everyone else think it’s a nice Jewish family? From the outside, you appear to be a nice Jewish girl?

“RACHEL”: Definitely.

OPRAH: And you all are worshiping the devil inside the home?

“RACHEL”: Right. There’s other Jewish families across the country. It’s not just my own family.

OPRAH: Really? And so who knows about it? Lots of people now.

“RACHEL”: Well, I talked to a police detective in the Chicago area, and several of my friends know, and I’ve spoke publicly before, and…

OPRAH: So when you were brought up in this kind of evilness, did you just think it was normal?

“RACHEL’: I blocked out a lot of the memories I had because of my multiple personality disorder, but, yes. I mean, it’s like if you grow up with something, you think it’s normal. I always thought something…

[JdN: The human brain has a built-in horror filter that gives us amnesia, at least in our conscious mind and thinking, about what happened.  I know a German female immigrant to America who has no memory of what happened for three weeks after the Red Army overran her group of German refugees. She just sat there and rocked in a rocking chair for a week…. I have almost no memories of the first ten years of my life, not of birthdays, Christmas or other events. My memories start after I ran away from home at around age ten, literally not stopping all the way from Rumsford (East Providence, RI) to North Providence, Rhode Island, a distance of a good six miles. I can assure you that trauma can induce amnesia. What remained for me was 40 years of nightmares, until 2003.]

OPRAH: So what kinds of things? You don’t have to give us the gory details, but what kinds of things went on in the family?

“RACHEL”: Well, there would be rituals in which babies would be sacrificed, and you would have to, you know…

OPRAH: Whose babies?

“RACHEL”: There were people who bred babies in our family. No one would know about it. A lot of people were overweight, so you couldn’t tell if they were pregnant or not… or they would supposedly go away for awhile and then come back…

“RACHEL”: The other thing I want to point out not all Jewish people sacrifice babies. I mean, it’s not a very typical thing.

OPRAH: I think we kind of know that.

“RACHEL”: I just want to point that out.

OPRAH: This is the first time I heard of any Jewish people sacrificing babies, but anyway — so you witnessed the sacrifice.

“RACHEL”: Right. When I was very young, I was forced to participate in that– in which I had to sacrifice an infant.

OPRAH: And the purpose of sacrifice is to what? Is to bring you what? What are you sacrificing for?

“RACHEL”: For power…

OPRAH: “power”…..

[JdN: This is the voodoo concept of “pain power.” The torturer sucks up somehow mystically the pain energy in the quivering victim and transmutes that pain essence into black magic and the ability to cast evil spells….. In South Africa, the witch doctors kidnap an innocent victim, tie him or her to a tree, then rip their heart out alive. The heart is then assumed to be full of pain. They then dry out the heart and grind it into powder for use in casting harmful spells. Pain power is a classic feature of all black magic. I might note that, in a related practice, both certain Mexicans and certain Chinese beat animals to death or skin them alive because it “makes the meat more tender.” Shudder……….. We are here into deep criminal psychopathy. If you are new to this blog, see my seminal https://johndenugent.com/psychopaths-in-power]

[Oprah continues] …and so were you ever used? Were you ever used yourself?

“RACHEL”: I was molested. I was raped several times.

OPRAH: What’s your mother doing in all of this? What’s her role in all of this?

“RACHEL”: What is– I’m not exactly- -what her role is– I haven’t, you know, recovered all of my memories, but her family was extremely involved. You know, she brought me to it. Both of my parents brought me to it.

OPRAH: And where is she now?

“RACHEL”: Umm, she, umm, lives in the Chicago metropolitan area. She’s on the human relations commission [JdN: the anti-racism people!!!!] of the town that she lives in, and she’s an upstanding citizen. Nobody would suspect her.

[JdN: Note the audience members with shock on their faces. They are at this point eager to block this out.


It is scary enough to be murdering children, but far scarier is that normal-appearing people could be doing it. Whom can you trust if pillars of the community are breeding babies for satanic murder???? The mind is boggled and people start to shut down at this point. It gets too overwhelming. In my own family people are in deep denial, and prefer to think I made up the abuse, because they have known and trusted the abusers, creme de la creme of Providence society.

They saw my own traumatized behavior as a teenager. They knew my mother was hospitalized for violent behavior. They saw my brother jiggling his knees and twisting his hair endlessly. Girlfriends and wives saw my nightmares rip me out of sleep, both mine and also theirs. My children saw me thunder down the stairs to kill my imaginary attacker. (After my Marines training went deep into my psyche, my dreams went from waking up in terror to counter-attacking the attacker. A Rhode Island man I caught up with sent me $10,000, imagining wrongly I was going to head for his house and break his neck. I used that guilt money to move to France. In fact, it is God who will snap the necks in hell of those who torture children, and then defame the victim as having made up the crime. ONLY A FULL CONFESSION BEFORE THE FAMILY CAN HEAL THIS WOUND.)

And yet my family, faced with overwhelming indicators that something happened, still do not dare to believe that I am telling the truth about having been molested by pillars of the community, and they dismiss the findings of a U. Cal. Berkeley Ph.D. in psychotherapy (a Commonwealth of Massachusetts court-appointed expert witness for years in child abuse cases such as the Attleboro child murder cult (http://www.rickross.com/groups/attleboro.html) and also the Quebec (English-speaking) village up in Canada where molesting one’s own boys was a generation-long farm tradition said to “toughen boys up“!! She told me also that her own stepfather, a 33rd-degree Mason, had molested her.

They also ignore a Washington DC psychotherapist (and btw Jewish) with long years of expertise in treating adult victims of childhood sexual abuse, from whom I obtained cognitive behavioral therapy. The therapy was free (I could not afford paid therapy), he was kind and intelligent, and his Jewishness was not a factor either way. He did a good job, and I thank him for it…..

My family just wants it all (and me) to go away, or just magically be “fine” by the method the Rhode Island Italians would use, “fuggetaboutdit!” 😉

One turkey yelled at me: “So what if someone played with your peepee!”

I have news for that person. That is not what happens in sexual abuse.

I would rather be slugged twenty times in the jaw or stomach than assaulted once in my private parts, and made into some fiend’s sex animal. Such vile and smug creatures deserve arrest, trial, conviction, public shame and the death penalty, not the laudations of society.

The final item of my blog goes into why groping of passengers at the airport by order of the Jewish lesbian Janet (nee Winer) Napolitano, head of “Homeland Security” (at the behest of the previous Jew head of Homeland Security, Michael Chertoff) is a true CRIME — and a form of psychological TRAUMA to our most sensitive physical area of personal dignity. For sex is a godlike and beautiful thing; it is when we join God in creating the human race and expressing love for our partners.


To twist that is, in my view, the unpardonable crime that Jesus denounced, the sin against the Holy Spirit. And that sin is deliberate, conscious wickedness, the direct embrace of the principle of evil, the clear mental choice to serve the very devil to obtain benefits and gratifications (whoever that devil is imagined by the devotee to be, either a force or a being).

“Every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven. And whoever says a word against the Son of man [i.e., Jesus himself] will be forgiven; but whoever speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come.”

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OPRAH: Were you raised with a sense of right and wrong, “Rachel?”

“RACHEL: Yes. I mean, it’s like we, I had both. I mean, to the outside world, everything we did was proper and right, and then there were the nights that things changed, that things just got turned around. What was wrong was right, and what was right was wrong. That’s what helps to create some of them [sic] to develop MPD.

OPRAH: Multiple personality disorder.

“RACHEL”: Right, right.

[JdN: Other psychologists now prefer the term “dissociative disorder,” which can also refer to a lesser degree of the problem. A person who has been savaged by sexual abuse as a child, esp. if done by a trusted family member — which can make the child truly freak out — can either develop a separate personality (which suffers all the time as its “assigned task,” while the main personality goes about his or her life in seeming normalcy) or simply the victim has an undercurrent of rage and despair, but not a separate personality who is unaware of the other personality.

I have seen others, abuse victims like myself but with no benefit of therapy, get wide-eyed with fear in their forties and go into a pugnacious state of physical battle-readiness. You can see the person thrown right back into the orphanage from hell where they were abused. (In this one place, not only was there sexual abuse but the staff literally sold the meat in the kitchen on the black market to others for cash, and the kids got carbs all day.) It all resurfaces in a second, the fear, the terror, and the deep anger at bullies. (I see this as one “benefit” of my own situation. I truly hate bullying, and see the whole white race as being abused and NEEDING PROTECTION.)

I also know of a prominent WN who had the mother from hell and went into a state where he — I mean this literally — did not know who he was, where he was, or with whom he was talking. Such people urgently need therapy and can benefit from it at any age, esp. cognitive behavioral therapy, which is analyzing not the abuse but how the trauma felt over it keeps on ruining the victim’s life as an adult, and how to see the patterns, break the cycle and be free.

I remember vaguely an abuser looking at me and the whole smirk of glee on his face said: “Kid,  you will be f—-d up from this for the rest of your life!” and he really got off on that, the sensation that he really was raping my MIND and killing my soul forever. How wrong that demon was.]

Myself as a boy, outside a cabin at Camp Tokhomeupog, East Conway, New Hampshire, around 1962. I was severely depressed when not reading and thus soaring in my mind to other worlds, eras and events. I read histories and studied languages, and dreamed of a united white world of protection, power and peace. I would draw a world map with ink, and then in pencil move armies around, erasing them as they left on a new mission — and in the end, a vast Aryan empire arose from heroism and terrible sacrifice, a ryk stretching across the globe, and all of us white people were safe. Everything I have undergone taught me this necessity: we must have POWER to be free of THE IMMENSE NETWORK OF ORGANIZED PSYCHOPATHS.


OPRAH: I know a lot of people are shaking their heads here, and I’m sure that when you go back home, I mean, everyone’s going to try to make you look like you’re crazy.

“RACHEL”: Oh, definitely.

OPRAH: Absolutely.

“RACHEL”: They do that all the time.

OPRAH: It’s very difficult to believe, so how is it that you come to believe these people, Tina?

Ms. GROSSMAN: Well, I’ve treated over 40 survivors of ritual abuse. Adult patients with multiple personality disorder, and from many states in this country as well as Canada. What we’ve seen and heard and gone through in the abreactions which is the remembered experiences of that- we are hearing the identical same things from these adults. Okay. These are not children that are three years old, and you can, as an adult, perhaps rationalize that this is fantasy material. These adults are saying things. They have never met each other before. They are describing identical rituals, just the same as, since I’m Jewish, you could go to New York or California and describe a seder in one state or another and, as a Jew, you would recognize it. This is the belief system in evil and the power that evil gives you, and so it has these certain rituals, so they are very similar with all of the survivors.

OPRAH: See, but I am very surprised because the Jewish faith is the Jewish faith. and worshiping the devil is not a part of the Jewish faith. I mean, Jewish people do not worship the devil.

Ms. GROSSMAN: But before there was Christ and before there was a system of one God, there was paganism — and it still exists in the world, and in many cultures. You still find the belief that there is strength and power in the actual consumption of human flesh or animals’ flesh.

OPRAH: Now in your family. did you all call it worshiping the devil, “Rachel?”

“RACHEL”: No.

OPRAH: Or did you…

“RACHEL”: I don’t know.

OPRAH: It was just evil. these things you did.

“RACHEL”: It was– right.

OPRAH: Right.

“RACHEL”: Well, I said it was evil, and they said it was good. There’s a book that I had just come across called [Lilith’s Cave: Jewish Tales of the Supernatural by Howard Schwartz, New York, Oxford University Press, 1988] which is a book of Jewish mysticism and the supernatural, and there’s a lot in that book that relates to what I endured when I was a child.

OPRAH: I want to stop right here, though. because you know how people build prejudices. I want to make it very clear this is one Jewish person, so don’t go around now saying to people, you know, “Those Jewish people, they’re worshipping–’. This is just one person. Okay.

“RACHEL”: Most Jewish people do not do what my family did.

OPRAH: Okay. Thank you very much.

“RACHEL”: I mean, I don’t know very many other Jewish people who would do what I id.

OPRAH: But you know how people hear one thing, and then go off and they say, “I heard on ‘The Oprah Winfrey Show’ today that…”

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Nothing is more convincing than when a Jew(ess) does the talking and does the admitting of their nauseating and repeating mega-crimes.

In fact, Jews have admitted everything — they started communism, porn, ritual murder, the wars (exactly as Mel Gibson famously blurted out when drunk) you name it.

But they say: “But WE control the mass media, and so no admission on any dinky website or book that 20,000 people ‘max’ will read can make any major waves. We keep brainwashing the other 300 MILLION! So we LET you WNs have your little “freedom of speech” because it suits us right now to claim that America is all about freedom, and in contrast the evil Hitler was about book-burning and unfreedom, but if you step on our toes — if you start to have ANY impact at all — you’ll see just how much freedom you really have.”

And this is why my book must be eruptive.

And it is becoming that. It got a stylistic overhaul. Yes, it was frankly pretty good before; you know my style and if you’re on this blog, it means you obviously find my stuff readable.

I underwent a metamorphosis after the horrifying arrest of Henrik Holappa in March 2009.

I am very aware of my flaws and my past. And I think one flaw WAS an excessive compassion. Although I am NOT a regular Christian — while revering Christ and His real teachings as I perceive them without the filter of Saul (a known Sanhedrin agent who dragged Christians off in chains and I think then went deep undercover as a very sudden convert and then commandeered the burgeoning infant Christianity to rejudaize this coming world religion that Bishop Marcion wanted to totally break away from judaism — I suppose I have a naturally Christian temperament.

That is: I care, I DO care, and I prefer to forgive. I help — and I stretch my resources to the breaking point for others. I gave almost $500 to a hard-working South African comrade who had done lots of good Internet work for me (not just a nerd, either, a former cop and soldier) — and now I’m behind in my utility bills.

I do feel tears for others because I have felt the NAUSEA of mind-trashing pain myself, and sometimes I can’t fight them back when I see perfect innocents suffer and suffer and suffer.

Like Esa Henrik Holappa, who was kept here for 87 days, March-June 2009.

Esa Henrik Holappa A087361909
Buffalo Federal Detention Facility
4250 Federal Dr. RN 108
Batavia, NY 14020


This is where political asylum applicants who are white, legal and awaiting peacefully their hearing go: Buffalo Federal Detention Facility. Your tax dollars at work to torture white men who came to America, hearing it was maybe still somewhat a land of freedom.

I guess the Jews didn’t like Henrik’s protests either when he noticed them changing the oatmeal porridge ads in his 98% white Finland from:

…..to THIS (a menacing image in downtown Helsinki, and if you look closely the “girl” looks by the Adam’s apple to be a black MALE, a deliberate psy-op to cause unconscious confusion and fear)

Henrik’s caption: “As this Negress with American-style “attitude” glowers down on us, the text in Finnish says Omaksu. In Finnish this is a harsh imperative use of the verb, implying a military command: “YOU WILL ACCEPT ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW.” Had the Finnish sentence started with Hyväksy, it would have been a polite suggestion, i.e., “Why not be open to a new viewpoint?” Omaksu, however, has the peremptory tone in the Finnish language of “Get used to it!,” “Deal with it!” or “Face it!” — like an impatient mechanic bluntly making clear to you that you should not spend another penny on your car but junk it. It is also the verb form of a military officer (I was in the Finnish army for three years) who is ordering you directly to hold your position at all costs when it is being overrun.” I, John, add: And now we have a glowering Negro sitting in the White House, not even a US citizen, giving us orders! And telling us “get used to it!” But Mr. Muslim Marxist illegal-alien, Barry Soetoro, we are NOT getting used to it. The only thing you have proved you can run so far is YOUR OWN BIG MOUTH.

And boy, does the Left hate Henrik, on several continents:

A leftist Finnish psychopath wrote the following comment on Henrik’s blog (found here: http://enationalist.com/henrik-holappa/?p=682&cpage=1#comment-81)

Quote:

Holappa, perkele! [ = a Finnish curse meaning “you damn devil”] You are an retarded, inbred nazi bonehead scum. I really hope you die in prison or at least get gang-raped by some big black men. Enjoy your AIDS! :rofl:

Henrik at Buffalo Creek near Sarver Village, Pa., on the Freeport-Buffalo Trail two miles from where he was arrested for no legal reason whatsoever.

Major Bill Fox, USMCR, has done an incredible job, every inch the brilliant Harvard graduate, in compiling all the fascinating facts about Henrik Holappa and his tragic search for freedom in America while staying in our home.

Here it is, and take a good look: http://www.amfirstbooks.com/IntroPages/ToolBarTopics/Articles/Featured_Authors/Holappa,_Henrik/Holappa_index.html

But two things:

1) this story in the Pittsburgh paper about how the ZOGfeds tortured an Arab with waterboarding, and a study found that the HORRIFIC torture (how would YOU enjoy the sensation of DROWNING? ) revealed NO good information!

And then I recalled what George Orwell wrote in 1984 about the psychopathic Big Brother government:

Quote:

“The purpose of torture is [not “information” but] torture.”

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================TSA CHILD MOLESTERS

Here is Dr. David Duke’s new video on the illegal, unconstitutional, Founding-Fathers-defying, child-molesting US “government”:

Btw, with reference to this video, I was born on July 14, 1954, the very day on which the Lavon affair’s Israeli  bombs went off in Cairo and Alexandria, Egypt against US libraries in those cities, the day the false-flag attacks by Israhell on the US began…..yet another of the mysteries of my life.

Here is the courageous David Dees’ latest illustration….

And now one of the most enraging stories I have ever read. I am sickened that Jews can do this to our people and I am sickened at the husband, who stood there and let his wife be groped. Anyone tries to touch me or my loved ones, I will slug their skull in, and my Marine career was just the beginning of THREE DECADES of practicing lethal techniques. You can kill a bastard with a pen, a toothbrush, or your bare hands. Anyone touches my near and dear ones will see his own body parts coming off. Did you know an ear can be ripped off with just five pounds of FORCE?

This is the language we need to use. There can be no mercy for psychopaths. How can this husband live with himself? How can SHE still sleep with this coward? Are those balls between his legs or not? What is a MAN if not a defender of his WIFE?

I am glad I volunteered for the Marines, and, as they say, “once a Marine, always a Marine.” Every man should have military training. Men are hunters and warriors; that is our destiny. A scene from the presidential video, discussing the Rupert Murdoch/Twentieth Century FOX-promoted film “Machete” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machete_%28film%29) where a Mexican slaughters white US citizens and then sleeps with white women. Jew movie critics found the gore film “cartoonishly enjoyable.”


I thank the Jew for Tim Wise, for Barbara Spectre, for TSA gropers and for Janet Winer Napolitano and Michael Chertoff. And for the pathetic loser Barack Insane Obama, the part-Jew.

Obongo’s maternal grandfather, Stanley, in 1944.


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It is YOU who deserve half the credit when Solutrea arises, for your jewy, sadistic megalomania, which is awakening the rage in all but the most brain-dead whites. And our ten percent of fired-up patriots will defeat your five percent of mercenary minions, just as in 1776.

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My comment below this article was:

What kind of a husband stands there while his wife is molested?

This government is molesting all of us in a hundred different ways. This is truly “1984.” Obushma has not brought change but chains, and not hope but hype.

http://www.mercurynews.com/opinion/ci_16664218?nclick_check=1

Opinion: The trauma of airport pat-downs takes security a step too far

By Deborah Petersen

Special to the Mercury News

Posted: 11/20/2010 08:00:00 PM PST
Updated: 11/20/2010 11:28:01 PM PST

In September, I had my own “don’t touch my junk” incident at Logan International Airport in Boston. I wish I had been clever enough to record it as software engineer John Tyner did at San Diego’s airport. Tyner, with a single phrase, has thankfully given voice to travelers such as myself who think the current policy on airport screenings is fast approaching the point of absurdity.

Unlike Tyner, I did consent to a full body scan — unhappily, although I was worried about radiation, not vanity.

I stood in front of the scanner, hands up in surrender. Then I walked on.

“You’re not done,” the TSA officer called to me.

“OK. I’ll go back,” I offered, heading back for a do-over.

“You didn’t follow instructions,” she scolded.

It was my first experience with a body scan, I explained.

Then she said in no uncertain terms that if I wanted to get on my flight back home to California, I must agree to a pat-down.

“Why can’t I just go back?” I protested.

It is against the rules.

So, standing there surrounded by dozens of fellow passengers, I agreed to let her touch me with her gloved hands.

My arms.

My legs.

My what?

This woman was as near to my precious junk as I allow only two people: my husband and my doctor. Even I was surprised by my visceral reaction.

“Stop,” I said. “Stop touching me.”

My husband, hearing my shaky voice, looked over. The officer’s supervisor motioned, hand across his throat, for her to stop.

Obviously, I thought, he could see that this middle aged woman returning from her nephew’s wedding in Connecticut was no underpants bomber. This would be clear to any TSA officer paying attention to the cues they must be trained to look for. My husband walked over and put his arm around me. We thought it was over.

My graduate degree is in psychology, and post-traumatic stress disorder was my specialty. I used to counsel survivors of sexual abuse, most of them women. If I felt this humiliated, how would my former clients react?

Experiencing abuse, predictably, produces distrust and an aversion to surprises, especially when survivors are thrust into situations that might remind them of their abuse. Sadly, the number of women who fall into the category is not small. They don’t carry signs. They are our friends, relatives and colleagues.

Many of them are strong, competent people who have put these moments behind them.

Except in moments like this.

The new policy appears so haphazard that it is victimizing the very people it is designed to protect. If touching travelers in their most private places is justified by results, then Homeland Security needs to cough up statistics to show that being treated as criminals is somehow worth it.

The TSA would like us to believe that we control what happens to us in these security lines, but this just say-yes-to-body scans campaign is a fallacy, as my experience clearly showed. Indeed, I later found stories of women who had decided to stop flying rather than risk a pat-down.

[JdN: In other words, this woman agreed to the unconstitutional, orwellian body scan but got the sexual grope anyway!!!]

Logan, infamously, is where the 9/11 terrorists chose to make their horrific move. I spent a year chronicling the aftermath, shadowing a woman who became a widow and single mother the day the terrorists flew a jet into her husband’s office. The last time I was in touch with her, she had yet to recover a single shred of her sweetheart.

Flights need to be safe. I understand that. But since nearly 3,000 people were killed during the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks, the pendulum favoring indiscriminate and invasive searches has perhaps swung too far.

As for my husband and me, our relief was short-lived.

The Massachusetts state troopers approached as a trio. The older, balding one took control.

Seeing that I was hugging my husband, he told me that whatever explosive material I might have on me, I had likely rubbed onto my husband.

I would have laughed had I not seen the fire in this officer’s eyes. And then he said, among other near rants, “I will be the one who decides whether or not you fly. Do we have that straight?”

Nod.

“Are you going to cooperate?”

I was speechless; that is rare.

Hoping to help, my quiet husband said, “Yes, she is.”

“Can’t she speak for herself?” the trooper snapped at him.

Eventually, he asked for my side of the story. Did I think the TSA officer was getting turned on by touching me? If so, file a complaint, he barked.

Again, I was aghast. With our flight scheduled to depart in 20 minutes, I tried reason.

“What do we need to do to resolve this?”

You guessed it.

Pat-downs.

For both me and my husband.

Then off we went, and America was safe.

DEBORAH PETERSEN is features editor for the San Jose Mercury News.

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JdN: My comment is: Deborah, I am sure you would be happy to spit in my face if I criticized your beloved Jews and your “diverse,” minority-ruled, bolshevik America. So now they are groping you and your worthless, ball-less husband.

We white nationalists warned you and you laughed. Now enjoy the foreplay, baby!

The next thing will be body cavity inspections to get on the train. Bend over for a rectal search. Traveling, breathing, eating, living, and even dying, are not rights, but privileges regulated by the Obama government you love. Remember, you sneered at the like of us “haters” when we said the Jews are creating a police state.

In fact, you were okay with the police state as long as it was JUST AGAINST US.

I remember the night I entered the Marine boot camp on shark- and swamp-surrounded Parris Island off the South Carolina. It starts with the DI jumping on the bus and bellowing “Get out! Get out of my bus!” Another DI, outside, yells: “Get on the [painted] footprints!”

One million steps toward the ultimate goal, total and instant obedience, then followed, starting with 48 hours of sleeplessness, yelling and hurrying around, zombyizing us with fatigue, stress and confusion.

And YOU liberals call US Nazis.….. Nobody gets more blind, sheeplike obedience out of people than hook-nosed Uncle Sam.

I want to see and I”m gonna grope your breasts and vagina. You got that straight?

And ‘cuz you hugged your husband WITHOUT PERMISSION, I’m gonna grope him too, the pussy!

You’re gonna learn to obey your master!

You are FEDERAL HUMAN PROPERTY OF UNCLE SAM!

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==========BROTHER NATHANIEL STRIKES AGAIN!Brother Nathaniel Kapner’s take on this, informative yet zany and very watchable as always…. Watch his hand motions! 😉

http://www.realzionistnews.com/?p=575


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=============cancer-surviving airline stewardess forced to show her breast prosthesis to board

http://www.wbtv.com/Global/story.asp?S=13534628

Thank you, Jews.

============HE STANDS UP TO TSA THUGS AND WINS

…but get this: The ZOGjews are now demanding to scan or grope Americans returning to their country AFTER you land!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://noblasters.com/ (there’s an audio version inside)

You Don’t Need to See His Identification

On November 21, 2010, I was allowed to enter the U.S. through an airport security checkpoint without being x-rayed or touched by a TSA officer.  This post explains how.

Edit:  Minor edits for clarity.  I have uploaded the audio and it is available here.

This past Sunday, I was returning from a trip to Europe.  I flew from Paris to Cincinnati, landing in Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport.

As I got off my flight, I did all of the things that are normally requested from U.S. citizens returning from abroad.  I filled out the customs declarations, confirmed that I hadn’t set foot on any farmland, and answered questions about the chocolates that I had purchased in Switzerland.  While I don’t believe that these questions are necessary, I don’t mind answering them if it means some added security.  They aren’t particularly intrusive.  My passport was stamped, and I moved through customs a happy citizen returning home.

But wait – here was a second line to wait in.

This new line led to a TSA security checkpoint.  You see, it is official TSA policy that people (both citizens and non-citizens alike) from international flights are screened as they enter the airport, despite the fact that they have already flown. Even before the new controversial security measures were put in place, I found this practice annoying.  But now, as I looked past the 25 people waiting to get into their own country, I saw it:  the dreaded Backscatter imaging machine.

Now, I’ve read a fair amount about the controversy surrounding the new TSA policies.  I certainly don’t enjoy being treated like a terrorist in my own country, but I’m also not a die-hard constitutional rights advocate.  However, for some reason, I was irked.  Maybe it was the video of the 3-year old getting molested, maybe it was the sexual assault victim having to cry her way through getting groped, maybe it was the father watching teenage TSA officers joke about his attractive daughter.  Whatever it was, this issue didn’t sit right with me.  We shouldn’t be required to do this simply to get into our own country.

===========FUTURIST GERALD CELENTE ON FOX

JdN: I love the fact that Celente is Italian and actually gets worked up, unlike chilly and placid Anglo-Saxons. And I agree with this Italiano; if I as a man am going to be groped, it should at least be by a hot babe. 😉

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDxO33hqHms&feature=player_embedded

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So, since I had nobody waiting for me at home and no connecting flight to catch, I had some free time.  I decided to test my rights.

Michael Chertoff by David Dees

After putting all my stuff through the x-ray, I was asked to go through the Backscatter.  I politely said that I didn’t want to.  The technician quipped to his colleague, “We’ve got an opt-out.”  They laughed.  He turned back and started to explain.

After he finished, I said, “I understand what the pat-down entails….

[JdN: “Pat-down”? “PAT-DOWN”?  This is a feel-around, and a squeeze-on! That is how the stewardess got ordered to show her artificial breast! After a SQUEEZE, for God’s sake!]

… but I wanted to let you know that I do not give you permission to touch my genitals or the surrounding area.  If you do, I will consider it assault.”

He called his manager over, who again informed me of the policy.  Throughout this event, this happened quite a few times.  After raising my concerns regarding the policy to an officer, they often simply quoted back the policy.  For the sake of brevity, I will simply say “Policy restatement.”

I said, “I am aware that it is policy, but I disagree with the policy, and I think that it is unconstitutional.  As a U.S. citizen, I have the right to move freely within my country as long as I can demonstrate proof of citizenship and have demonstrated no reasonable cause to be detained.”

Policy restatement.  “You have two options – the Backscatter or the pat down.  It is your choice, but those are the only ways you can go through security.”

[JdN: The guy is already in the frigging United States! Why the hell does he need a “pat-down” or scan after he has landed and passed through Customs? He is not planning to fly! He has already flown!! Is he going to blow up the magazine rack?]

I asked if I could speak to his manager.

“I’m the supervisor here.”

“Do you have a manager?”

“Yes, but he’s very far away at the moment.  And he’ll say the same thing I am.”  Policy restatement.

At this point, I took out my iPhone, activated the voice recorder, and asked The Supervisor, “Per my constitutional rights, I am not allowed to be detained without reasonable cause for arrest.  Now, am I free to go?”

He answered, “If you leave, we will call the APD.”

I asked, “Who is the APD?”

“The Airport Police Department.”

I said, “Actually, that’s probably a good idea.  Let’s call them and your manager.”

The Supervisor turned and walked away without saying anything.  I stood and waited, chatting to The Technician about how they aren’t allowed to wear radiation badges, even though they work with radiation equipment.  He said, “I think I’m a couple steps ahead of you regarding looking out for my own health.”

I stood and waited for 20 minutes.  Two cops showed up.  Big ones.  I admit, I did not want to be handcuffed by these guys.

One cop was older than the other, but they were still clearly partners.  Neither of them took the lead on answering my questions, and neither of them told the other what to do.  They came over to me and asked me to explain the issue.  I first showed them the iPhone.  After I explained my position, they restated the policy to me.

I said, “Yes sir.  I understand the policy, but I still disagree and I still don’t think that I can be made to do these searches in order to go home.  Now am I free to go?”

They didn’t answer.

I repeated the question.  “Since you are actual police officers and not simply TSA, I am sure you have had much more training on my rights as a U.S. citizen, so you understand what is at stake here.  So, am I free to go?  Or am I being detained?”

Young Cop answers, “You aren’t being detained, but you can’t go through there.”

“Isn’t that what detaining is?  Preventing me from leaving?”

“You can leave if you want, but it has to be that direction.”  He points back towards customs.  Young Cop asks, “Why are you doing this?”

I explain that I’m worried that the Backscatter has unproven health risks.  And that for all he knows, I might be a sexual assault victim and don’t feel like being touched.  I say that the policy is needlessly invasive and it doesn’t provide any added security.

He asks, “But didn’t you go through this when you left on your flight?”

“Yes,” I say, grinning, “But I didn’t want to miss my flight then.”

The cops leave, and I stand around and wait some more.  It should be noted that throughout this time, no fewer than 10 TSA officers and technicians are standing around, watching me.  I was literally the only one still waiting to go through security.

The cops, The TSA Supervisor, and another guy were standing behind the checkpoint deliberating about something.  I explained this to my iPhone and The Supervisor shouted, “Does that thing have video?”

“No sir.  Just audio.”  I was telling the truth – I’m still on an iPhone 3G.

After a while, Young Cop comes and asks me for my papers.  My passport, my boarding pass, my driver’s license, and even a business card.  I give him everything except the business card.  He told me that he was just gathering information for the police report, which is standard procedure.  I complied – I knew that this was indeed standard.

He left, and a Delta Airlines manager comes over and starts talking to me.  He is clearly acting as a mediator.  He asks what I would consent to, if given my options.  I explain that I want the least intrusive possible solution that is required.  I say, “I will not do anything that is not explicitly stated on recording as mandatory.”  He leaves.

Let me pause and clarify the actors’ moods here, because they will soon start to change:

  • The Supervisor: Very standoffish.  Sticking to policy, no exceptions.
  • The TSA Officials:  Mainly amused.  Not very concerned otherwise.
  • The Cops: Impartial observers and consultants.  Possibly a bit frustrated that I’m creating the troubles, but being very professional and respectful regardless.
  • The Delta Supervisor:  Trying to help me see the light.  He doesn’t mind the work – he’s here all day anyway, so he’d rather spend it ensuring that his customer is happy.

After another wait, Old Cop returns, and asks me what I want.  I tell him, “I want to go home without going through the Backscatter and without having my genitals touched.  Those are my only two conditions. I will strip naked here if that is what it takes, but I don’t want to be touched.”

He offers as an alternative, “What if we were to escort you out with us?  It would involve a pat-down, but it would be us doing it instead.”

“Would you touch my balls?”

“I don’t want to touch your – genital region, but my hand might brush against it.”

I clarify, “Well, like I said, I’ll do whatever you say is mandatory.  If you tell me that you have to touch my balls—“

“—I said no such thing.  You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“OK.  I apologize.  If you say that a pat-down is mandatory, and that as a condition of that pat-down, I may have my genitals brushed against by your hand, even though you don’t want to, I will do that.  But only if you say it is mandatory.”

“I’m not going to say that.”

“OK.  So am I free to go?”

“You are free to go in that direction.”  He points back towards customs.  Then he walks away to commune with the others.

My iPhone is running out of battery, so I take out my laptop, sit in a corner, and plug it in.  I have some work to do anyway, so I pull up Excel and start chugging away for about 20 minutes.

This is where the turning point happens.

The cops come back and start talking with me.  Again, they are asking why I’m doing it, don’t I have a connection to make, etc.  They are acting more curious at this point – no longer trying to find a contradiction in my logic.

I eventually ask what would happen if I got up and left, and just walked through security.  They shrugged.  “We wouldn’t do anything on our own.  We are only acting on behalf of the TSA.  They are in charge of this area.”

“So if he told you to arrest me, you would?  And if he didn’t, you wouldn’t?”

“That’s right,” Young Cop says.

“OK well then I think it is best if we all talk together as a group now.  Can you call them over?”

The Supervisor returns, along with the Delta Manager.  The Supervisor is quite visibly frustrated.

I explain, “The police have explained to me that it is your call on whether or not I am being detained.  If I walked through that metal detector right now, you would have to ask them to arrest me in order for them to do anything.”

He starts to defer responsibility to the officers.  They emphasize that no – they have no issue with me and they are only acting on his behalf.  It is his jurisdiction.  It is policy.  They won’t detain me unless he tells them to.

So I emphasize the iPhone again, and ask,” So, if I were to get up, walk through the metal detector, and not have it go off, would you still have them arrest me?”

The Supervisor answers, “I can’t answer that question.  That is no longer an option because you were selected for the Backscatter.”

“Well you can answer the question because it is a yes or no question.  If I got up and left, would you have them arrest me?”

“I can’t answer that question.”

The moods have changed.  The cops are now frustrated with him because he’s pawning off his decision-making responsibility to them.  He’s stopping what is clearly a logical solution to the problem.  Meanwhile, the Supervisor is just growing more and more furious with me.

In another deferment of responsibility (which he probably thought was an intimidation factor), “Well then I guess I’m just going to have to call the FSD.”

Unphased, I ask, “What’s the FSD?”

“The Federal Security Director.”  And he walks away.

I can see him talking on the phone to the FSD – a man apparently named Paul – and I can only catch parts of the conversation:

  • “No, he’s been perfectly polite…”
  • “We tried that…”
  • “All he said was … Constitutional rights”

He walks over to Old Cop and hands him the phone.  I can hear similar sound bites.  They hang up, deliberate some more, and then wait some more.

Meanwhile, I’m typing away on my computer.  Answering emails, working on my Excel model – things that I would have done at home regardless.

The Supervisor walks over and stands uncomfortably close to me.  After typing for a bit more, I look up.  His voice shakes, “I don’t know if I ever introduced myself.”  He pulls out his badge.  “My name is XXX XXX.  Here is my badge.  Now, I’ve shown you my credentials.”

Ah – he’s gotten the Miranda talk.  I hide my smile.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.  I’m going to escort you out of the terminal to the public area.  You are to stay with me at all times.  Do you understand?”

“Will I be touched?”

“I can’t guarantee that, but I am going to escort you out.”

“OK.  I will do this.  But I will restate that I still do not give you permission to touch my genitals or the surrounding area.  If you do, I will still consider it assault.”

“I understand.”

And then came the most ridiculous scene of which I’ve ever been a part.  I gather my things – jacket, scarf, hat, briefcase, chocolates.  We walk over to the staff entrance and he scans his badge to let me through.  We walk down the long hallway that led back to the baggage claim area.  We skip the escalators and moving walkways.  As we walk, there are TSA officials stationed at apparent checkpoints along the route.  As we pass them, they form part of the circle that is around me.

By the end of the walk, I count 13 TSA officials and 2 uniformed police officers forming a circle around me.

We reach the baggage claim area, and everyone stops at the orange line.  The Supervisor grunts, “Have a nice day,” and leaves.

In order to enter the USA, I was never touched, I was never “Backscatted,” and I was never metal detected.  In the end, it took 2.5 hours, but I proved that it is possible.  I’m looking forward to my next flight on Wednesday.

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