He’s
seen trouble all his born days. But like Donald Trump, he was a man of
destiny.
There
was a fire burning in his gut, but his life force seemed frozen. He
sat alone in the darkened bedroom of his Tennessee home, staring at
the fireplace, trying to thaw his soul.
With
eyes that were moist and red, he continued to brood how could he
possibly go forward in life, even through he was America’s newly
elected president-elect?
What
are all the honors of the world to me, now that she’s gone?
He
was sure the slander, lies, and abuse heaped upon him and his wife,
Rachel, by the ever banker’s press, all through his presidential
campaign, had killed the being he loved above all others.
Mental
images of her beautiful, but lifeless face gnawed at him day and
night. Again, and again, he thought of digging up her casket … just
to see her one more time.
The
Banker’s press had publicly called Mrs. Jackson a bigamist, with
implications of worse accusations. In the private quarters of the
power elite she was surely called a whore.
The
old man wanted to fight them, but how could he fight the loss of the
most important being in his life?
No
longer could he and his Rachel smoke their tobacco pipes in front of
a cheery fire on cold Tennessee evenings.
Yes,
the great leader of men had often overcome staggering odds, but to
lose her was just too much.
Did
he really want to live in the White House, with his vale of tears,
with no Rachel at his side? Could he do it even if he wanted to?
Night
after long night, he asked himself the same question …
Could
I do it even if I wanted to?
Slowly
out of his deep despondency, the intrepid old man grew angry.
The
fire in front of him had grown cold, but the flame left in his heart
had grown hot. He bolted out of his chair and shouted to no one but
himself …
Damn
right I can do it. They’ll pay. By thunder, they’ll pay.
This
enraged old man, body broken by age, war, and duals, carrying a
broken heart, paused and decided he would become the first American
president ever to defeat the tribe of international bankers. And he
did just that. The only American head-of-state, through our
disappointing decades, to ever do so.
The foreign International
Bankers had destroyed his Rachel. They had long controlled Europe and
had massacred France, but President Andrew Jackson would
not let them shatter the United States of America.
One
hundred and twenty years before there was a President Donald Trump,
there was a President Andrew Jackson.
Both
presidents suffered epoch-making, biased, and withering attacks from
the banker-owned US press throughout their public lives.
Andrew
Jackson, because he was a well-known and announced enemy of the
criminal banking cartel.
Donald
Trump because he was an unpredictable outlier from those
bought-and-paid-for career lackeys, politicians and bureaucrats
within the DC beltway.
Jackson
pledged to kill the central banks within the United States. Mr. Trump
promised to make America great again (that was the last thing the
International Banking Cartel would allow).
Despite
the unprecedented media attacks each man received during their
campaigns and terms of office, both men were elected as American
presidents by populist majorities the majorities of ordinary men
and women.
Populism
would seem to be the hallmark, the most distinguishing feature of
democracy. But not so to the banker’s liberal press, who has
labeled populists as racists, fascists, homophobes, Nazis,
xenophobes, nationalists, isolationists, haters, and deplorables.
Andrew
Jackson kept his pledge by accomplishing the near impossible; he
threw the European bankers out of our country and reduced the US
national debt to a celebrated zero.
Will
President Donald Trump make America great again, as he has so often
promised?
No!
Mr.
Trump will not be allowed to stay in the Oval Office long enough to
accomplish anything much either good or bad.
The
International Banking Cartel will turn their seventeen American
intelligence agencies (with the National Security Agency being at the
core of that soulless behemoth, with their undisclosed hundred
billion dollar annual budgets) and their six major broadcast networks
(with 24/7 television) all allied against President Trump until he is
impeached and convicted by the banker’s blackmailed stooges in
Congress.
Even
former US Representative, Dennis Kucinich has recently stated,
“Whether you are for Trump or against Trump, the White House is
under attack from elements inside the intelligence community … Wake
up America”
Every
tempest in a teapot the US intelligence agencies uncover in President
Trump’s administration, going forward, will be blown into raging
cyclones by the bankers media. *
*President
Obama and his eight-year administration were a gold mine of potential
scandals all ignored by the banker’s intelligence services and
their major media. After all, Obama was the perfect puppet president
for the foreign bankers.
The
hoped for Trumpian Era will never become more than a brief breathing
space the Trumpian Interlude.
Trump
was born on first base, but made it to home plate on his own steam.
That steam, however, will give out before his first four-year term as
president expires.
Jackson
was born in a log cabin, shortly after his father died in a work
accident and was orphaned when his mother died in Andrew’s early
teens.
And
yet, Andrew Jackson became one of the richest men in Tennessee,
defeated the army that had earlier defeated Napoleon, accomplished
the near impossible by killing the central bank in America, and thus
fulfilled his destiny.
The
Jacksonian Era is thought to have lasted for about two decades. But
Andrew Jackson’s influence on America has endured unto this day,
the Era of the Common Man.
Godspeed,
Mr. Jackson; and may God bless you, Mr. Trump, for trying to help us
all.
J.
Speer-Williams
Jsw4@mac.com |