A person we should all come to know is a certain Harold Brooks-Baker. His Wikipedia article is short and critically to the point, which is to say that spook literature has, by mere obligation, taken out a hit piece on the guy. Brooks-Baker is the talent behind Burke’s Peerage, a London-based firm in the business of locating and researching titles for clients, and whose roots are in a genealogical directory published in 1826 by Irishman John Burke. He also came up with something called “the most royal candidate theory” of U.S. presidential succession, based upon his own research, and it is this.

The winning candidate in the United States presidential elections will be the individual with the greatest percentage of “royal blood” flowing through his veins. Otherwise stated, each succeeding United States President has everything to do with his pedigree and absolutely nothing to do with his number of votes.

We can think of Burke’s Peerage as the Bible of aristocratic genealogy. Of the 42 presidents from Washington to Clinton, Brooks-Baker found that 33 have been related to two people: Alfred the Great, King of England, and Charlemagne of France. Another 19 of them are related to England’s Edward III.

Harold Brooks-Baker died in 2004. His research lives on in David Icke.

 

 

Celebrating Centuries of Thanksgiving Table Politics

 

EVERY SO OFTEN a distant relative still contacts me to engage in those taboo topics which I can faintly recall, in what seems like another lifetime ago, while sitting around the holiday dinner table. My fingers were only inches away from the keyboard when such a person, whom I hadn’t heard from in several years, decided to slap my social media inbox with a picture of President Donald J. Trump. As a California liberal and a child of The Sixties, she was insulted at my assumed voting record. Trump. Apparently, I’d voted for him.

For the record, I am clear of any such crime against humanity. Sure, I voted for Al Gore. And John Kerry. And Barrack Obama. We shall turn to them in a moment. But once the season of the 2016 contest between Donald J. Trump and Hillary Rodham Clinton rolled around, I had wizened up to the shape of the world and the serpentine bloodlines. Also, that Bill Hicks Alex Jones, who was instrumental for putting Trump into the White House, was controlled opposition. I not only refused to vote, I am no longer a registered voter.

Directly below Trump’s picture, she added her own caption which read, all caps:

“TRUMP!! BIGGEST LIAR ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!”

I calmly responded: “Are they not all liars, murderers, and thieves? Democrats, Republicans… eh. You can flip the coin over. Different face. But is it not the same currency?”

Seconds after I pressed the ENTER button, the phone rang. It was her.

She had already hung up before I was capable of crossing the room to answer. Yet another perfect opportunity for a heated, politically charged family conversation, perfectly ruined. Keep in mind that my wife’s father called me up last Father’s Day just to tell me, rather frankly, that I’m the spawn of Satan. Literally, his words. The following month, my mother said I didn’t deserve my family and she wished somebody had cut off my penis. Also, the last conversation I recall having with my father, he said I was going to hell. In every case, their heated emotions are simply due to the fact that I believe the Torah is eternal and true. No, I am not bitter. I have grown accustomed to the outcome of nearly every conversation regarding Truth in the Christian church, that just about everyone loves Jesus but hates Yahuah, our heavenly Father. But back to the Hippie.

Another typed message immediately followed on social media. Still hope!

It read: “NO!!! YOU don’t understand!!! Trump lies every time he opens his mouth, THE WORST PRESIDENT OF ALL TIME!!! The people I know hold the same opinion!!!”

So, I said: “Do they not all lie every time they open up their mouths? Democrats, Republicans… eh. Liars. Thieves. Murderers. Sons of Cain. We’ve been lied to for generations.”

“No! I’m not talking about the others! I’M just TALKING ABOUT TRUMP! HE’S THE LIAR!!!”

Recalling that she was a child from The Sixties, I said: “You know, there’s very few people in my generation who still believe we’ve landed on the moon. As if Nixon could call Armstrong from a landline telephone. LOL!”

She didn’t get back to me.

It’s a shame that I chased her off so early, especially when the conversation was just getting good. Maybe I should have skipped the moon landing and told her the earth was flat. Assuming my reader is still with me, or that they haven’t debunked me yet on Snopes, then let us proceed through my own past voting history, when I was still a willing slave of Babylon.

 

 

Revisiting My Terrible Voting Record

 

LET’S START with who I would have voted for in 1996, had a Southern Californian 15 year-old been allowed to punch a hole in a ballot card.

That name would be Bill Clinton.

For the purposes of this paper, I decided to do a background check on both candidates. To do so, I employed the research of Burke’s Peerage, and this is what I found. Bill Clinton and Bob Dole are distant cousins. They can both trace their ancestry to King Henry III, who reigned from 1227 to 1273, and Presidents William Henry Harrison and Benjamin Harrison.

There is however a large degree of seperation between the two. Clinton had far more royal blue blood than his challenger because he descended from King Robert I of France and is also related to every Scottish monarch, as well as the current House of Windsor. If Clinton won, and he most certainly did win, it’s because he has a snootier pedigree. Read that last sentence again and again if you’d like. Let the thought sink in. Take all the time you need.

Here’s another fun fact. Through the House of Windsor and King Henry III, the Bush’s and Bill Clinton are genetically related.

Mm-hmm, Clinton is a Bush.

 

 

In 2000, my very first election, I voted for Al Gore.

I checked. Al Gore’s family tree includes Thomas Jefferson, Richard Nixon, Daniel Boone, and “Buffalo Bill” Cody, but far more notably, three Holy Roman emperors, Louis II, Charles II, and Louis I. He is descended from Edward I, also known as Edward Longshanks and the Hammer of the Scots, and is therefore also a direct descendant of Charlemagne, the eighth-century Emperor.

This can mean only one thing. Gore is a Bush.

 

 

In my last paper, The Once and Future MacArthur, we discussed how Pastor John MacArthur may be a “Son of Arthur,” but he is also a Bush. MacArthur. Need I remind you that the Bush family is perhaps the most powerful dynasty in American history. The Bush’s are related to Mayflower passengers John Howland and Elizabeth Tilley, Plymouth Colony governor Thomas Hinckley, as well as John Rolfe and Pocahontas. Wild Bill Hickock and Louisa May Alcott are all related to the Bush clan. Mary Parker is too. You may recognize Mary Parker as the woman tried and hung during the Salem Witch hoax. Even the Donner Party hoax comes into it. Donner Party. We can obviously throw Douglas MacArthur into the pile, but also Marilyn Monroe. The Bush family has a long history of spooks.

The Bush’s are directly related to 16 U.S. presidents: George Washington, Millard Fillmore, Franklin Pierce, Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses Grant, Rutherford B. Hayes, James Garfield, Grover Cleveland, Teddy Roosevelt, William H. Taft, Calvin Coolidge, Herbert Hoover, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Richard Nixon, and Gerald Ford.

They are also closely related to the king of Albania and have kinship with every member of the British royal family and the House of Windsor, hence the Clinton relationship. They’re related to 20 British Dukes, the 13th cousin of Britain’s Queen Mother, and of her daughter Queen Elizabeth. George H.W. is 13th cousin once removed from Prince Charles and has direct descent from King Henry III, Charles II, and Edward I of England.

I’ve added a picture of George H.W. Bush above. You’re looking at the face of royalty.

 

 

Already, A.I. has begun making this inquiry easy for me. Only a few moments ago, I simply typed the name “Barbara” into my Google search engine and The Matrix spewed back “Barbara Pierce.” Not Bush, mind you. Pierce. Skynet knew precisely what I’d arrived for, and it was more than happy to deliver. You may also want to take note of the fact that “Barbara Bush’s father” falls next on the list. No picture. Does artificial intelligence suffer from Freudian slips? Maybe. Probably not. More than likely it’s because there is a mystery to be had, and Google wants to lead me on that journey. But more on that in a little while because, you see, George and Barbara Bush are both from the Pierce bloodline. It did not take long for me to learn that the American Pierce’s changed their name from Percy, an aristocratic family in Britain, while crossing the Atlantic. You may recall from 11th-grade, world-history class that the Percy’s were involved with Guy Fawkes in the Gunpowder Plot to blow up Parliament. But now that I think about it, they probably didn’t teach you that at all.

Here’s another fun fact in an article devoted to them. George H.W. Bush and Barbara Bush are likewise both related to Godefroy de Bouillon. In 1099, Bouillon was the first king of Jerusalem, having lead European noblemen in the successful Crusade to recapture Jerusalem from Islam. We are in Templar territory. Bouillon is the guy who moved into the King’s palace at the Temple Mount, another psyop. I will refer you to my two-part paper on the Temple Mount deception, which you can read here. The Temple Mount Hoax. And here. Swapping Identities.

 

 

Now that we have established the fact that Barbara Bush is a Pierce, at least by name, I want you to pay attention to the uncanny resemblance between the former First Lady and Aleister Crowley. You may want to hold onto something. Barbara’s mother, Pauline Pierce, was friends with the sex magick practitioner.

In 1924, 50 year-old Crowley was residing in the home of Frank and Nellie O’Hara in Paris when Pauline Pierce came calling. It is during Pauline’s visit that Crowley underwent what he termed the “supreme ordeal,” an initiation into the Masonic Ipsissimus Grade—the highest magickal achievement in his Order. Let’s put it this way. It involved lots and lots of exhaustive sex. After surviving the ordeal, Pauline then returned to America, and on June 8, 1925, some eight months after Crowley’s sex escapade, Pierce gave birth to a daughter.

George, Neil, Marvin, and Jeb. They’re all Bush’s, but also Crowley’s.

Moving on.

 

 

In 2004, I voted for John Forbes Kerry.

I checked. Bush and Kerry are 16th cousins.

The Democratic candidate for President descends from King Henry II of England and somebody named Richard the Lionheart, leader of the third Christian crusade in 1189. Though Bush is related to Hugh Hefner, being 11th cousins twice removed, Kerry is only 9th cousins once removed, and has links to royalty in Albania, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Russia, Persia, and France. It may actually be argued that no two other candidates for President were ever so royally endowed as these two men.

The boys down at the Bohemian Grove apparently got extra frisky this time around, because while Kerry and Bush are secret society brothers in the infamous Skull and Bones fraternity, they’re also related to Vlad the Impaler. Dracula.

 

 

In 2008, I voted for Barrack Hussein Obama.

I checked. Obama and George W. Bush are 11th cousins, linked by Samuel Hinkley of Cape Cod, who died in 1662. Mm-hmm, Obama is a Bush. Also, you may want to hold onto something, because Dick Cheney is an 8th cousin. The most simple explanation to all of this is that we’re dealing with massive inbreeding. For example, Hillary Clinton is related to Brad Pitt’s longtime partner, Angelina Jolie, while Pitt is ultimately linked back to Barrack Obama as a 9th cousin.

Come to think of it, I came this close to voting for Senator John McCain. I checked. McCain is a sixth cousin of former first lady Laura Bush.

 

 

You’re probably wondering why I’ve included a picture of Prince William and Kate Middleton’s wedding day, and also, if I once again have my wires crossed. On April 29, 2011, my wife and I stayed up all night to watch Prince William and Catherine Middleton’s wedding. Nearly a decade later, I’m still tired from the event. Or perhaps it’s only because I’m wide-awake at 4 in the morning writing this paper. I blame the trains always passing on the other side of the cornfield and sinuses. At the time, the Duchess of Cambridge was described as a commoner. This was of course to throw us off their scent and reinforce the notion that every little girl might someday fall in love with a genetically inbred charming and become something akin to the next Disney princess.

Burke’s did a little research into Middleton and whoops, she’s a blue blood.

Middleton’s great-great-grandmother, Frances Elizabeth Greenhow, was the 10th great-granddaughter of Sir William Gascoigne, a Yorkshire knight who died in 1487. He married Lady Margaret Percy, 4th and youngest daughter of Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland. The Earl descended from King Edward III through both of his parents. Prince Charles and the late Princess Diana both descend from Sir William Gascoigne and his wife Lady Margaret. This makes William and Kate fourteenth cousins once removed through his mother and fifteenth cousins through his father.

George W. Bush and Diana, Princess of Wales, are 11th cousins twice removed. Kerry is 12th cousins once removed.

And I checked. George W. Bush is in fact a 13th cousin of the Queen.

 

 

We might as well just get Meghan Markle out of the way while we’re hacking away at our Disney princesses.

Upon marrying into the royal family at Windsor Castle on May 19, 2018, the Duchess of Sussex was advertised to us as being even more a commoner than Kate Middleton. But not so. A researcher at the Boston-based New England Historic Genealogical Society, one of the world’s premier genealogical organizations, soon discovered that Markle is a direct descendant of King Edward III.

 

 

Speaking of King Edward III, both Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are mutually descended from the monarch. And if we recall, no, I did not vote for either party. We have arrived at the 2016 elections, and it is here where the trail of my voting record grows cold. Perhaps Meghan Markle will one day end the illusion and run for President. Every girl can dream.

Trump is related to the medieval monarch, King Richard III. Actually, both he and Hillary are the direct descendants of the 14th century 1st Duke of Lancaster, John of Gaunt. Gaunt, who died in 1399 at Leicester Castle, was Richard III’s great-great uncle.

Love him. Hate him. Trump is a champion pedigree.

 

 

They Kept Not Their First Estate

 

BY NOW, the question you should probably be asking is: What is royalty?

And we’re not simply talking about kings and dukes and duchesses either. The bloodlines of ancient kings have long adapted to the dark-suit profession as a sort of cloak-and-dagger approach to the world of banking, politics, and media. But that is a conversation for another time.

The royalty we are speaking of share the same general ancestry, often called the 13th Illuminati bloodline or the Merovingian line. The Windsor-Bush bloodline, wherein our U.S. Presidents are selected, traces its origins far beyond British and French royalty. It passes Marie Antoinette and King Louis XVI to the Popes and the Medici family, but doesn’t stop there. It continues back right on through Roman Emperors to the Egyptian Pharaohs and kings of ancient Babylon, and even earlier still.

Why is it that someone’s genetics, based upon who had sex with whom and it what order, determines who will rule over a country—and sometimes the world? If you conclude that it’s because they’re a special pedigree, then you are correct. They have obsessively interbred throughout the ages in order to call themselves the blood of another color. Blue.

I seem to recall, there is a particular genetics that was referred to at one time as the bloodline of the gods.

“The presidential candidate with the greatest number of royal genes has always been the victor, without exception, since George Washington,” Brooks-Baker said. The official narrative, via The Los Angeles Times, claims their pedigree simply gives them an election-day edge.

Try not to let cognitive dissonance win the day.

 

Noel