This might sound like I’m taking the piss, but I’m not. I’m serious when I tell you that many a night I lie awake, asking myself how I could have missed the elephant in the room virtually all my life. Look, I’m a technology PhD, have post-Doctoral awards, been a Professor in several universities, started my own technology research company and sold it on to the world’s leader in the field. I’ve worked in every corner of the globe, have written best-selling (technology) books and papers, and have read voraciously all my life. The shelves of Chateau Savant groan under the weight of the collective tomes and journals, all of which I’ve read because I can speed read at five times the pace of ‘normal’ people. If you want to know the number of tanks in the Battle of Kursk, or some finer points of Balkan history, I’m your man. I’ve a very enquiring mind and regard the prevailing orthodoxies the way a bull (allegedly) regards a red rag.
Why am telling you all this? I’m telling you because, despite all of the foregoing, I totally failed to get a grasp of the real picture, at least up until a few years ago. Said picture being the extent of International Jewish influence on all that’s going on, and has been going on for God knows how long. And that changes everything. Just about every interpretation and explanation that I had always accepted has to be reappraised and re-evaluated. My understanding of how the world works has been undone. Now for a guy who went through what I went through that’s a very hard blow to my self-esteem.
Lady Savant, who’s not at all pleased with the direction my efforts are leading me, has pointed out that, given I was totally wrong all my life maybe I should evince a bit less certainty now. A cruel jibe to be sure, but one that’s valid. Unfortunately. Again, how could I have missed it? And I’d say, were it not for Uncle Nasty, kulak, Rhein and a few more, who put me onto some interesting material, I’d still be residing comfortably in the innards of the Matrix. Outside the Matrix isn’t a comfortable place to be in many ways, but by God it’s challenging. Not a day goes by that I don’t see another explanation fall into place, now that I know the drivers.
And by the way, and this will bring down shrieks of outrage from some quarters, but most of my Jewish acquaintances don’t know the real story either. Some do, I sense, but most don’t. And here’s what I wrote just a little over four years ago. (The comments are interesting as well).