It doesn’t matter what government the
country has. The power is held by those
who own and control medias.”
By: Ahmed Rami

  • Jewish Power in The American Medias


    List of Jews who control the US media.


    Jewish media-power in Great Britain





    An Infant victim of depleted uranium. More below –

    A dead Iraqi citizen,  what the Zionists consider nothing but collateral damage ! –

    Now the Jewish occupied American Empire has It’s greedy and genocidal eyes on Iran !

    MSM News Americans Will Not See About Iran

    US Gives Iran ‘Two Weeks’

    US To Iran – ‘You Have Two Weeks’

    Wherever Zionist Jews go, they terrorize thepeople. In Israel they use their military, In Europe and the West, they use the hijacked politicians and judiciary. They have turned the West Into a 1984 style police state. And have turned many a citizen that believes In free thought Into thought criminals. Now criticize Israel or the “Holocaust” and you may face prison.
    I Want My Freedom Back

    By Michael  James  in  Germany


    Yesterday, I found my way to the Bad Homburg Polizeidirektion (police headquarters)
    for what I believed would be a frank exchange of views with a certain Herr Müller, who
    had been charged by the Central Council of Jews to read me the riot act and seek a
    prosecution (I refer readers to the attached PDF below or included inline). I was a
    week late in answering the summons because my post- box in Friedrichsdorf is
    something I check irregularly.
    In Germany (and five other member states of the European Soviet Socialist Union),
    denial of the official “holocaust” ideology is punishable by up to five years in prison.
    I have been accused by the Jews of such a crime, and now they are moving to put
    me behind bars, empty my bank account and seize my assets.
    At eight o’clock in the morning, I did indeed meet police officer Herr Müller, and we
    sat together and joked in the foyer prior to his telling me that the case officer
    assigned to my file was Frau Müller (no relation), not expected to arrive until later
    in the morning. He advised me to go home and phone to arrange an appointment.
    I’m just not up to that kind of thing, I told him, I’m here now. I shall either wait or
    find a local café and buy myself some French fries and coffee. Herr Müller pointed
    the way and apologised for not being able to take me there himself.
    I got lost. The outskirts of Bad Homburg are a maze to those who don’t live there,
    and I ended up miles from the police station, only to find that it took me almost
    90 minutes to return on foot. Frau Müller was diligent in finding me quickly and
    she officiously escorted me to the third floor, reminding me that I was a week late.
    Herr Müller spied me from behind the coffee machine, grinned and asked me if I
    had found the right café without getting lost. I laughed.
    So here I was. Frau Müller, an efficient and very attentive lady asked me to make
    myself comfortable while she sought my file. She resembled a social worker rather
    than an officer of the law. I had the feeling that I was dealing with a computer
    programmer with a very strong feminist bent. Although she was pleasant in her
    demeanour, Frau Müller never smiled once during the course of what transpired
    to be a very gruelling three-hour long interview. I tried. I’ve always been able to
    make women laugh. It’s not a sexual thing. It happens naturally, because I
    instinctively love women and I enjoy plying them with teasing jokes.
    Frau Müller is an excellent police officer. She knows her stuff. She’s not in the
    business of connecting with her fellow human beings. Her job is to secure prosecutions,
    fines and terms of imprisonment. It took me less than a minute to grasp the fact.
    (I longed for Herr Müller to make an appearance, coffee in hand. I had only spoken
    to him for a few minutes, and yet I knew he was a regular guy with whom I could
    shoot the breeze.)
    She checked my passport and freelance journalist press card. She wanted to know
    everything about me: my upbringing, formative years, experiences as a schoolboy,
    university education, qualifications, former employers, average monthly income,
    preference for books, favourite websites, current health status, my fight against the
    German, British and Kenyan governments in the 1990s, my family, political views,
    philosophical leanings, and my relationship to my former wife. There she is, typing,
    recording, multitasking. Superwoman. She covered everything apart from religion
    and spiritual beliefs. That did not interest her.
    Then came the political questions thick and fast.
    “Are you a denier of the holocaust.”
    “Define ‘holocaust’,” I asked her.
    “What do you mean? You know I’m referring to the Jewish holocaust. You even
    mentioned it as an ‘allegation’ in this letter you sent to the Central Council of Jews.”
    “In the Hebrew language, if you ever take the time to study the Old Testament, you
    will learn that the word ‘holocaust’ is shorthand for ‘a burnt sacrificial offering to
    Hashem (the god of the Jews) in return for certain favours.’ It’s neatly defined
    as such in the Jewish encyclopaedia.”
    “A holocaust is a mass burning?”
    “No, it served a ritual purpose, often only involving the death of a teething ram
    or a sheep. Modern Jewry no longer practises the ritual of sacrificial ‘holocaust’
    offerings, at least not officially.”
    Frau Müller was stunned. She had never heard this before. The disbelief in her
    eyes was obvious, and yet she was dealing with a man who left school with an
    A-plus in Religion, History and English. New territory.
    “How do you define ‘holocaust’ in the context of the Third Reich and the
    Second World War?” she asked. It was a trick question.
    “The meaning of the word ‘holocaust’ does not change according to the Hebrew
    scriptures and the Jewish Encyclopaedia. I have already defined it for you.”
    I sensed her discomfort and moved to reassure her.
    “Fundamentalist Christians also believe that Isaac was destined to be the first
    human sacrificial lamb. Regardless, the Old Testament, despite its flaws, clearly
    points to Our Lord Jesus Christ as the one who sacrificed his life for the love of
    all men and women. The story concerning Isaac, whether true or not, served as
    a narrative foreshadowing God’s ultimate love of mankind and the suffering he
    was willing to endure to say, ‘Hey, guys, I’m your dad! And I love you.'”
    This was well beyond Frau Müller’s understanding. She had stopped typing. My
    statement was not included in her final report. Christians are insane, she seemed
    to be thinking. There’s a man in my office who’s talking about Jesus. Time to
    phone the shrinks, perhaps, and have this lunatic pumped full of Paxil.
    “I’m sorry,” I declared. “I know that Jesus is hated in the European Union. I
    probably offended you.”
    Frau Müller gave me a dark look. This she did not want to hear. I had mentioned
    the name of God Almighty, who lived amongst us as a man only to suffer a cruel
    and torturous death at the hands of those who called themselves Jews. Frau Müller
    shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
    “So you don’t deny the holocaust?”
    “I deny the validity of all books written by men. I deny all officially recorded
    history. I deny everything that I did not see with my own eyes as representing
    for me a certain formative ‘truth’. The history books are written by those who win
    wars and have the money to finance publishing houses. This was told to me by
    my history teacher at King Edward VII Grammar School. Mr Hutchins, who was an
    extremely competent scholar of history, told me that the so-called Jewish ‘holocaust’
    was an ‘open question’. God told me to respect my parents and my teachers, and
    I am bound to obey the laws of God, which, at that time, applied all to English
    “You cannot deny history! That’s impossible! You have read books! You have
    seen films!”
    “Frau Müller, I was born in 1959. I have no personal experience of anything
    that happened prior to the development of my intellectual faculties. You are a
    police officer. Following a crime, you need witnesses. You cannot rely upon unborn
    children to be a witness to a crime that allegedly took place decades before they
    were born. The judge would laugh you out of court and end your career overnight.
    It is forbidden by God to bear false witness. If I testify to things of which I have
    no personal experience, then I am bearing false witness, and for that my soul,
    and yours, will be damned forever and eternity!”
    This statement blew Frau Müller into another dimension. I tried to help her.
    “Frau Müller, you approach me in the street and ask me what it’s like to be the
    mother of twins. Would that not be a rather strange question to ask a man?”
    “You must use your Vorstellungskraft (imagination). You must be able to imagine
    what it’s like to be a mother. Plenty of books are available to help men understand
    “But Frau Müller, you are implicitly suggesting that we use our ‘imagination’ in
    regard to the scientific discipline of history, and for me, and most of those involved
    in the science of data management pertinent to the historical record, that is absolutely unacceptable. History should be about facts and hard evidence, not what we ‘imagine’
    to be the truth. Could it not be that a certain group of people have ‘imagined’ history
    to be something other than the truth?”
    Frau Müller did not answer. She almost smiled wanly. I had floored her with logic and
    I felt an immediate sense of regret. I didn’t want to leave her feeling out-smarted,
    because that is not my style. I hate those who practise arrogant one-upmanship: the
    Satanic elites are dominated by them. However, the best I could do was wish her
    farewell. I shook her hand and asked her to take care.
    Frau Müller is an extremely intelligent woman who has, I suspect, spent years
    dealing with “thought criminals”. There was something about her that I found irresistibly
    attractive. Despite her hard- headed approach and failure to laugh at any of my jokes,
    I found myself feeling quite fond of her. I offered to take her out for lunch. She refused
    point blank. She found me long-winded and too intellectually absorbed and
    introspective. I told her I wasn’t interested in anything other than a chat over a
    coffee, completely divorced from the things we were discussing. No chance.
    She at least gave me the opportunity to review my own statement and make any
    changes I thought necessary. I was so tired and incredibly unfocused, I skimmed
    through it. She had misunderstood much of what I had said. She reported: “Michael
    James holds to the view that the two most important men to exist were the philosophers
    Plato and Socrates, both of whom died to save humanity.” I had to correct this by
    pointing out that Socrates, not Plato, chose to die in the truth by drinking hemlock
    rather than live a life defined by the evil of lies. I also wrote a new and concluding
    “Yet none of these men can be compared to the One who died, not only for the Truth,
    but for all humanity: all men and all women everywhere. He is with us to this very day,
    and his name is Jesus Christ. He is God.”
    Frau Müller was not happy. Although I had referred to Jesus at least twenty times
    during the course of our interview, she had not included his name in the report once.
    This final paragraph was something she did not expect. She was deeply unnerved. I
    know I shall hear from her again, and I expect the worst.
    It was on my way back to the centre of Bad Homburg, walking along the
    Saalburgstrasse in the intense heat of the day, that something awful began to
    well up inside of me.
    I felt, quite suddenly, as if I had just been hit in the pit of my stomach by a
    sledgehammer. My mouth began to fill with saliva, which I desperately tried to
    swallow. I spied a telephone box behind which, thankfully, was an empty trashcan.
    Nobody was in sight. I simply unloaded most of the contents of my stomach into the
    trashcan and felt as if I were about to die. Even during my drinking days, I had
    never surrendered so much of my stomach in one single heave. I have never felt
    so sick in my life and I doubt I shall ever be affected by such an overwhelming
    urge to vomit again.
    I made my way along the Urselerstrassse toward the main train station, but continued
    to experience the feeling that I may gag at any moment. Then, completely out of the
    blue, I was absolutely overwhelmed by an incredible sense of sadness. I did cry, but
    nobody saw me. The street was practically deserted and I was wearing sunglasses. I
    did not cry for myself or anyone else in particular. These tears came to me as an
    expression of something I felt deep down inside of myself that I still cannot fully
    explain; but I saw the world anew, and felt like a prisoner trapped in the matrix
    of an incredibly evil, indefinable captivity.
    A taxi passed by and I picked up, for a very brief spell, a track from Supertramp’s
    “Breakfast in America”. It was one of my favourite albums growing up as a youngster
    in England. In fact, I lost my innocence in the quadraphonic pitch of “Dreamer”. Her
    name was Sarah, and she gave me glandular fever. She was an excellent pianist,
    demonstrating her skills just seconds after I had felt the earth move off the Richter
    scale and my very being transform itself from boyhood to pseudo manhood. She
    looked across at me and laughed. This was nothing new for her, but there I lay in
    Seventh Heaven. Supertramp, Sarah, pianos, strawberry wine and the faint aroma
    of a late English summer evening.
    For the first time in the 16 years I have lived in Germany, I suddenly felt awfully
    homesick. I know that those times have passed and will never return. But a wave
    of nostalgia washed over me. Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, Mike Oldfield,
    Gallagher and Lyle, Genesis, Uriah Heep. We were the generation sandwiched between
    the hippies (whom we detested) and the punks (whom we distrusted). Those were the
    days I went motorbike racing on an uninsured BSA 250 without a crash helmet. I used
    to burn up the country lane between Lytham St. Annes and Wrea Green, playing cat
    and mouse with the police who would tag me on their much more powerful Hondas. I
    was caught only once and the police officer, having given me a very stern lecture
    about riding without adequate protection, let me ride pillion on his bike all the way to
    the nearest tavern, whereupon he declared himself “off duty” and allowed me to buy
    him a beer.
    That was England in the 1970s. We were free. I truly mean this. Regardless of
    the loathsome class system, Englishmen enjoyed a quality of physical, spiritual
    and intellectual freedom that may never be repeated in our time. We were free to
    ask troublesome questions. If you disagreed with what was written in the history
    books, no policeman would arrive on your doorstep and take you in for questioning.
    Despite stagnation, a disastrous Labour government, water shortages, panic buying,
    pubs that closed early because they had run out of ale, parents who (in our eyes)
    transformed themselves from potato-gardening dullards into fascinating figures of
    fun following our intake of three of four crafty tokes of Mary Jane, the addictive
    fascination of the Twilight Zone enjoyed with friends in an attic strewn with banana
    skins and Rizla papers, we were all self-elected rebels without any cause to complain.
    I argued respectfully and coherently with my teachers. I laughed at jokes directed at
    the Jews, the Scots, the Irish and the French, yet I was never arrested for a “hate
    crime”. We ate high cholesterol fatty foods and remained as skinny as rakes. We
    got drunk on home-brewed wine and beer, rolled our own cigarettes and worked with
    strategic military precision to date the girls with whom we fell in love. It took weeks
    of incessant charm, the dispatch of flowers and endless evenings of sweet nothings
    running up massive telephone bills (thanks, dad) to get the girl. It was not about
    sex, but romantic love: French-kissing in the long grass, staring into each other’s
    eyes until the sun disappeared into the Irish Sea. It was, for me, a time of magic and
    endless possibilities.
    The England I loved no longer exists. The Germany I embraced in 1992 is now nothing
    more than a parody of a petty, backbiting police state: a Zionist banana republic of
    Christ-hating hypocrisy, fear, repression and growing poverty and hunger.
    We Europeans have lost the plot. The show is almost over.
    Yesterday I cried because I remembered what it is like to be free. I want my freedom
    back. I want my freedom so badly, it is hurting me deep inside and I cannot stem
    the tears.
    Michael James, an Englishman, is a former freelance journalist resident in Germany
    since 1992 with additional long-haul stays in East Africa, Poland and Switzerland.

    How Jews really see the Black race –

    A young Jewish man parades around a ghetto In a

    Klan robe making fun of Blacks. And Blacks believe

    Jews are their saviors !

    Video-Jewish “Klansman”man belittling ghetto Blacks

    For far too long the Zionist Jew has been

    defacing our cultures. Let’s start

    cleaning up the trash !

    Jewish professor Nathan Abrams, Is

    quite proud of the contributions Jews

    have made to corrode Western morality !

    Straight from Abrams own mouth –

    A story little told is that of Jews in Hollywood’s seedier

    cousin, the adult film industry. Perhaps we’d prefer that

    the ‘triple exthnics’ didn’t exist, but there’s no getting

    away from the fact that secular Jews played (and still

    continue to play) a disproportionate role throughout the

    adult film industry in America. Jewish involvement in

    pornography has a long history in the United States, as

    Jews have helped transform a fringe subculture into what

    has become a primary constituent of Americana. These are

    the ‘true blue’ Jews.

    Jewish activity in the porn industry divides into two

    (sometimes overlapping) groups: pornographers and

    performers. Though Jews make up only two per cent of

    the American population, they have been prominent in

    pornography. …

    In the postwar era, America’s most notorious pornographer

    was Reuben Sturman, the ‘Walt Disney of Porn’. According to

    the US Department of Justice, throughout the 1970s Sturman

    controlled most of the pornography circulating in the country.

    … It was said that Sturman did not simply control the

    adult-entertainment industry; he was the industry. …

    Many are entirely secular, Jews in name only. Sturman,

    however, identified as a Jew – he was a generous donator

    to Jewish charities. …

    Is there a deeper reason, beyond the mere financial, as

    to why Jews in particular have become involved in porn? …

    Al Goldstein, the publisher of Screw, said “The only reason

    that Jews are in pornography is that we think that Christ

    sucks. Catholicism sucks. We don’t believe in authoritarianism.”

    Pornography thus becomes a way of defiling Christian culture

    and, as it penetrates to the very heart of the American

    mainstream (and is no doubt consumed by those very

    same WASPs), its subversive character becomes more

    charged. …

    Extending the subversive thesis, Jewish involvement in

    the X-rated industry can be seen as a proverbial two

    fingers to the entire WASP establishment in America. …

    it is about time it was written about seriously.

    The Imperial Flag Of Zion

    Exposing the Zionist Hidden Hand

    That Rules Britain and the United States

    By Christopher Bollyn

    For all practical purposes, the United States
    and Britain are Zionist-occupied nations. Because the American and
    British people are generally ignorant of what Zionism is, the meaning
    of this statement is not widely understood or appreciated.
    The lack of understanding by the
    public, however, doesn't change the fact that these once great nations
    have become Zionist-controlled states. The evidence is clearly seen in
    the self-destructive foreign policies these nations have pursued for
    the past 40 years or so.
    The Anglo-American "leadership"
    positions in the illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq and their
    support of the costly Zionist fraud known as the "War on Terror" is
    further proof that Zionists control these nations – as if any were
    How did these powerful and
    independent nations become Zionist controlled? Unlike Palestine, where
    Eastern European Zionist immigrants used brutal terrorism to ethnically
    "cleanse" and conquer the land, in Britain and the United States the
    Zionists gained power gradually through "dumbing down" and effectively
    disenfranchising the native populations.
    In Britain and the United States,
    the Zionists saved the use of terrorism for later, after they already
    controlled the media and the levers of power and government.
    Americans today still believe they
    are free because the media tells them so and because they don't see the
    restraints and are able to move around and buy things. Americans are,
    indeed, free to work and shop, but they have virtually no real
    political power whatsoever. A good example is that while an
    overwhelming majority of the U.S. population is against the war in
    Iraq, the war and the huge spending bills to support it go on
    unchallenged by their representatives in Congress. Why don't the
    Congressmen vote to stop the disastrous war that has consumed hundreds
    of billions of dollars and taken more than 3,000 American lives?
    Most Americans in the "land
    of the free and the home of the brave" are completely unaware that they
    have lost the most cherished democratic franchise, i.e. the citizen's
    fundamental right to vote and count their votes. They think their vote
    counts and don't have a clue that they lost their democratic franchise
    years ago. They are unaware of this situation simply because the media
    has not told them.
    "If the media doesn't talk about, it must not be a problem" is the American way of thinking.
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    Gun Control Is as un-American as Communism

    and Zionism !

    Excerpts from Jewish Supremacism and Gun Control

    By Patrick Grimm

    One of the most harmful programs, the most devastatingly effective policies utilized to weaken the European-American majority has been the widespread promotion of gun control and gun confiscation legislation by Jewish supremacist tribalists in government, in media and in Hollywood propaganda mills where such fare is packaged and sold as “celluloid dreams” and “entertainment.” These programs and policies have been pursued even while European-American people have increasingly suffered violent physical attacks, including robbery, rape and murder at the hands of minorities [1] and have precious few ways to defend themselves from these seldom reported unprovoked acts of barbarism launched against them.

    Yet, strangely enough, no one looks at a gun control lobby in America heavily laden with Jews as either ominous or disquieting in its implications, even as crimes against our people increase and become more audacious and violent by the day. Certainly few Americans have dared to ask why a majority of Jews are so stridently opposed to the Second Amendment and work so assiduously and disproportionately to strip this particular constitutional freedom from us, leaving us prone and unprotected in the face of brutalities that wax more blatant, hateful and frequent against those people possessing lighter hues.

    Jewish supremacists understand one thing that many European-Americans seem to miss. A disarmed society is a weakened, compromised and victimized society. It breeds a culture and a populace more brittle and ripe for the breaking, and finally, for the picking. If these policies continue unabated, we may soon find ourselves not only disarmed, but dispossessed and displaced to boot.

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