In the Shadow of Alexander Hamilton  Bankster Ancestry  Mere
months ago I wondered why Americans seemed to be so numb, so
reluctant to call foul on the dismantling of their nation from
within. But like a single crystal in solution, the gentle call
from a little known magazine to protest, hit at the right
moment. The lattice work of like minds connected in the quantum
blink of an eye. And to think I almost believed those who
constantly repeated the mantra that Americans just didn’t care.
The clarity of the righteous anger alarms those who have been
hiding beneath layers of subterfuge. The obvious and shrill
denouncements from the paid for mouthpieces are hollow and
comical. They string together pathetic slights, alarming
exaggerations as well as passive-aggressive cattiness. It’s all
they have. We have truth. It’s probably not a fair fight. That’s
not to say that they don’t play dirty, though.  The American ego
is planted in a fetish for the revolution that severed colonial
status so long ago. Official narrat