World leaders' occultist rituals!

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

Every year, world political leaders, and figures in the media, entertainment, and financial worlds gather in Bohemian Grove, a small resort in Sonoma County in northern California and engage in occultist rituals, highlighted by a mock sacrifice called the Cremation of Care to Moloch (those familiar with the Bible will recognize the name; it's from the Old Testament -- primarily Leviticus.)

Moloch is personified by a 45-foot high stone statue of an owl they call "The Great Owl of Bohemia" during a two-week event called the Summer Fire Festival. Here's a picture:

[img]http://www.the7thfire.com/images/bohemian_grove_idol1.jpg[/img]

After years of trying, the little shindig was finally infiltrated by a film crew on July 15, 2000.

And get this: this whole thing is an offshoot of Skull and Bones, the secretive Yale club which your president, George Walker Bush and his opponent in the 2004 elections, John Forbes Kerry were initiated into.

Or does anyone care that their supposedly Christian president worships this thing?

[Nati Ice]

so this is just a skull and bones get together? much ado about nothing...

[Guest BengalBacker]

[quote name='TrentonPizzaGuy' date='Sep 29 2005, 03:41 AM']Every year, world political leaders, and figures in the media, entertainment, and financial worlds gather in Bohemian Grove, a small resort in Sonoma County in northern California and engage in occultist rituals, highlighted by a mock sacrifice called the Cremation of Care to Moloch (those familiar with the Bible will recognize the name; it's from the Old Testament -- primarily Leviticus.)

Moloch is personified by a 45-foot high stone statue of an owl they call "The Great Owl of Bohemia" during a two-week event called the Summer Fire Festival.  Here's a picture:

[img]http://www.the7thfire.com/images/bohemian_grove_idol1.jpg[/img]

After years of trying, the little shindig was finally infiltrated by a film crew on July 15, 2000.

And get this: this whole thing is an offshoot of Skull and Bones, the secretive Yale club which your president, George Walker Bush and his opponent in the 2004 elections, John Forbes Kerry were initiated into.

Or does anyone care that their supposedly Christian president worships this thing?
[right][post="159636"]<{POST_SNAPBACK}>[/post][/right][/quote]


Most people worship ridiculous shit. Only us agnostics and atheists are sane, so it seems.

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

[quote name='Nati Ice' date='Sep 29 2005, 03:45 AM']so this is just a skull and bones get together? much ado about nothing...
[right][post="159638"]<{POST_SNAPBACK}>[/post][/right][/quote]Yes. If you think a supposedly Christian president attending a sacrifice and worshipping an owl god is "nothing."

Skull and Bones is evil. I tell you!

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

[quote name='BengalBacker' date='Sep 29 2005, 03:47 AM']Most people worship ridiculous shit. Only us agnostics and atheists are sane, so it seems.
[right][post="159639"]<{POST_SNAPBACK}>[/post][/right][/quote]Christians, non-Christians, and non-believers should all be concerned.

[Nati Ice]

they dont worship an owl... there has been educated studies on the bones and they have all basically come to the conclusion that its just another good ol boys club... a frat with less drinking, women, and general foolishness if you will

[Guest BlackJesus]

[i]I have known about this for a long time, and thought it was common knowledge....[/i]

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[quote][b]Bohemian Grove Fact Sheet [/b]

What is the Bohemian Grove? The Bohemian Grove is a 2700 acre redwood forest, located in Monte Rio, CA. It contains accommodation for 2000 people to "camp" in luxury. It is owned by the Bohemian Club.

What is the Bohemian Club? The Bohemian Club is a private. all male club, which is headquartered in the Bohemian building in San Francisco. It was formed in 1872 by men who sought shelter from the frontier culture (or lack of culture).

Who are the present members? The Club has evolved into an association of rich and powerful men, mostly of this country (there are similar organizations in other countries). Some artists are allowed to join (often at reduced rates), because of their social status and entertainment value. The membership list has included every Republican U.S. president (as well as some Democrats) since 1923, many cabinet officials, and director; & CEO's of large corporations, including major financial institutions.

What industries are represented among the members? Major military contractors, oil companies, banks (including the Federal Reserve), utilities (including nuclear power), and national media (broadcast and print) have high-ranking officials as club members or guests. Many members are, or have been, on the board of directors of several of these corporations. You should note that most of the above industries depend heavily on a relationship with government for their profitability. 

The members stay in different camps at the Grove, which have varying status levels. Members & frequent guests of the most prestigious camp (Mandalay) include: Henry Kissinger, George Shultz, S. D. Bechtel, Jr., Thomas Watson Jr. (IBM), Phillip Hawley (B of A), William Casey (CIA). and Ralph Bailey (Dupont). George Bush resides in a less prestigious camp (Hillbillies) with A. W. Clausen (World Bank), Walter Cronkite, and William F. Buckley. 

What activities take place at the grove? The grove is the site of a two week retreat every July (as well as other smaller get-togethers throughout the year). At these retreats, the members commune with nature in a truly original way. They drink heavily from morning through the night, bask in their freedom to urinate on the redwoods, and perform pagan rituals (including the "Cremation of Care", in which the members wearing red-hooded robes, cremate a coffin effigy of "Dull Care" at the base of a 40 foot owl altar). Some (20%) engage in homosexual activity (but few of them support gay rights or AIDS research). They watch (and participate in) plays and comedy shows in which women are portrayed by male actors. Although women are not allowed in the Grove, members often leave at night to enjoy the company of the many prostitutes who come from around the world for this event. Is any of this hard to believe? Employees of the Grove have said that no verbal description can accurately portray the bizarre behavior of the Grove's inhabitants. 

Besides this type of merriment. the annual gathering serves as an informational clearing house for the elite. The most powerful men in the country do their "networking" here, despite the Grove's motto "weaving spiders come not here" (don't do business in the Grove). At these gatherings men representing the government, military-industrial, and financial sectors meet and make major policy decisions. The Manhattan project, which produced the first atomic bombs, was conceived at the Grove in 1942. Other decisions made at the Grove include who our presidential candidates will be. There are speeches, known as "Lakeside Talks", wherein high-ranking officials disseminate information which is not available to the public-at-large.

What are the topics of discussion at the Lakeside Talks?

What's not right about this? When powerful people work together, they become even more powerful. The Grove membership is wealthy, and becoming more so, while the middle class is steadily becoming poorer. This close-knit group determines whether prices rise or fall (by their control of the banking system, money supply, and markets), and they make money whichever way markets fluctuate. They determine what our rights are and which laws have effect, by appointing judges. They decide who our highest officials shall be by consensus among themselves, and then selling candidates to us via the media which they own. Important issues and facts are omitted from discussion in the press, or slanted to suit their goals, but they are discussed frankly at the Grove. Is there true democracy when so much power is concentrated in so few hands? Is there any real difference between the public and private sectors when cabinet members come from the boardrooms of large corporations? Is the spending of billions on weapons, which are by consensus no longer needed, really the will of the people? Or is it the will of General Electric, General Dynamics, and the other weapons contractors represented at the Grove? 

What can I do to make a difference? Educate yourself about the Grove and it's inhabitants, and the true nature of the power structure in the world. Then educate your friends. Since most major newspapers and broadcast stations are owned by "insiders", be wary of everything you hear in the press. If you can, participate in protest activities during the July retreat. 

How do I get more information about the Grove?  Send a note to: Bohemian Grove Action Network, P.O. Box 296, Occidental CA 95465. A $5 donation to cover printing and mailing costs is requested.[/quote]

[Guest BlackJesus]

[color="red"]Good article on it[/color]

[url="http://www.counterpunch.org/bohemian.html"]http://www.counterpunch.org/bohemian.html[/url]

[quote][u]Meet the Secret Rulers of the World:
The Truth About
The Bohemian Grove
June 19, 2001[/u]

Where's the fashionable rendez-vous for the World's Secret Government? In the good old days when the Illuminati had a firm grip on things, it was wherever the Bilderburgers decided to pitch their tents. Then Nelson and David Rockefeller horned their way in, and the spotlight moved to the Trilateral Commisssion. Was there one secret government or two? Some said all the big decisions were taken in England, at Ditchley, not so far from the Appeasers' former haunts at Cliveden and only an hour by Learjet from Davos, which is where jumped up finance ministers and self-inflating tycoons merely pretend they rule the world.

Secret World rulers spend a good deal of time in the air, whisking from Davos to APEC meetings somewhere in Asia, to Ditchley, to Sun Valley, Idaho, though mercifully no longer to the Clinton-favored Renaissance Weekend in Hilton Head, South Carolina. But comes next July 14 and every self-respecting member of the Secret World government will be in a gloomy grove of redwoods alongside the Russian river in northern California, preparing to Banish Care for the 122cnd time, prelude to three weeks drinking gin fizzes and hashing out the future of the world.

If the avenging posses mustered by the Bohemian Grove Action Network manage this year to burst through the security gates at the Bohemian Grove, they will (to extrapolate from numerous eyewitness accounts of past sessions) find proofs most convincing to them that here indeed is the ruling crowd in executive session: hundreds of near-dead white men sitting by a lake listening to Henry Kissinger, plus many other near-dead white men in adjacent landscape in a state of intoxication so advanced that many of them had fallen insensible among the ferns, gin fizz glasses gripped firmly till the last.

The avenging posses may find some puzzling elements within the Grove. Why, for example, areat least 80 percent of the Bohemians in a state of intoxication so advanced that many of them had fallen insensible among the ferns, gin fizz glasses gripped firmly till the last? Why so many games of dominoes? Why the evidence that a significant portion of the Secret Government appear to be involved in some theatrical production, involving the use of women's clothes and lavish application of make-up?

Many an empire has of course been run by drunken men wearing make-up. But a long, hard look at the Bohemian Club, its members and appurtenances, sug-gests that behind the pretense of Secret Government lies the reality of a summer camp for a bunch of San Francisco businessmen, real estate plungers and lawyers who long ago had the cunning to recruit some outside megawattage (e.g., Herbert Hoover, a Rockefeller, Richard Nixon) to turn their mundane frolicking into the simulacrum of Secret Government and make the yokels gape.

The simulacrum isn't half bad. For Republicans the club is an antechamber to the White House. Teddy Roosevelt was a member. So, as noted, was Herbert Hoover. In his memoirs Hoover wrote that within one hour of Calvin Coolidge's announcement in 1927 that he would not run again, "a hundred men-edi-tors, publishers, public officials and others from all over the country who were at the Grove, came to my camp demanding that I announce my candidacy." Hoover was at the Grove again the following summer, as he had been with some considerable regularity since 1911, when news came that Republicans had chosen him for their candidate.

A speech to the industrial and financial titans clus-tered for one of the Grove's famous lake-side talks could make or break a candidacy. After a poor reception, Nelson Rockefeller abandoned his bid for the Republican nomination in 1964. Richard Nixon, like Hoover a mem-ber of Cave Man's camp inside the Grove, got a raptur-ous reception in 1967 and pressed forward to the nomi-nation and the White House. It was at the Bohemian Grove that America's nuclear weapons program was first devised by physicists such as Ernest O. Lawrence and Edward Teller, both members, meeting with other members who were then in govern-ment, all confident of the security of the redwood club-house built by Bernard Maybeck (one of our favorite American architects) in 1904.

European leaders travel discreetly to the Grove to ad-dress the American elite. German chancellor Helmut Schmidt (not to be confused with Club members Chauncey E. Schmidt or Jon Eugene Schmidt) strolled its paths with club member Henry Kissinger, as did French socialist leader Michael Rocard. Where else could such men hope to chat privately with the head of IBM, a cou-ple of Rockefellers, bankers galore, a Justice of the US Supreme Court and Charlton Heston? Even the prickly Lee Kuan Yew hastened to visit the club, only to have the mortification of being mistaken for a waiter.

The Bohemian Club began as a San Francisco institu-tion in 1872, founded by journalists and kindred lowly scriveners as an excuse for late-night boozing. Its mem-bership was dignified by Jack London, Mark Twain, Bret Harte and other literary roustabouts who had fetched up in the city after the Gold Rush.

The hacks soon concluded that Bohemianism, in the sense of real poverty, was oppressive. "It was decided," clubman Ed Bosque wrote, "we should invite an element to join the Club which the majority of its members held in contempt, namely men who had money as well as brains, but who were not, strictly speaking, Bohemians." So they pulled in a few wealthy men of commerce to pay for the champagne and the rot soon set in. Within a very few years the lowly scriveners were on their way out -- except for a few of the more presentable among them to lend a pretense of Boho-dom -- and Mammon had seized power.

There were laments. "The salt has been washed out of the Club by commercialism," one writer grumbled. On his visit to the city, Oscar Wilde gazed around at the fleshy faces and handsomely attired members and re-marked, "I have never seen so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-like looking bohemians in all my life."

The final blow to the hacks came soon thereafter. Near the end of the last century the cult of the redwood grove as Nature's cathedral was in full swing and the Boho-businessmen yearned to give their outings a tinc-ture of spiritual uplift. The long-range planning commit-tee of the club decided to buy a grove some sixty miles north of the city near the town of Monte Rio. When the wheeling and dealing was over, the club owned 2,700 acres of redwoods -- a grove of the mightiest of thou-sand-year-old Sequoia sempervirens:

"We are grown men now," a piece of club literature announced in the early 1920s, "but each year in the hard procession of our days there comes, thank God, to us Bohemians, a recess time -- it is upon us. Come out, Bohemians. Come out and play!" Soon the ancient redwoods, hated by the Pomo Indians of the area as clammy and sepulchral, rang to the laughter of the disporting men of commerce.

When all is said and done, the way the beleaguered American male asserts his personhood, defies convention, hails the American dream, is to piss against a tree. Indeed, when confronted with a sex-discrimination suit a few years ago, the Bohemians indignantly asserted that theirs had to be a Men Only institution precisely because any woman entering the club's precincts would see nothing but men occupied in this crude pastime.

Like all such institutions the club has its rituals, its ceremonies, its hallowed rules. In June there are three long weekends of Springjinks, mostly attended by Californians. At the opening of each summer season proper, on July 14 this year, there is the traditional masque, representing the banish-ment of Care. Amid somber music, horses carrying caped riders gallop through the trees. Then, eerily picked out by torchlight, robed tycoons move slowly into a clearing with a bier supporting the effigy of Care. Amid stentori-an chants, a blare of music and leaping flames, Care is finally cremated. In its place the flame of eternal friend-ship is ignited and three weeks of Boho-dom are underway.

This amalgam of pop Druidry, Klan kitsch and Fraserian mumbo- jumbo stems from the nineteenth-cen-tury passion for "ancient ritual." Two thousand miles away, at the other end of the continent, the same impulse produced Mardi Gras in New Orleans, with its Mystick Krewe, its Elves of Oberon and the tribute paid by Rex to Comus. Many of the Boho rituals and its first play, The Triumph of Bohemia, were worked up by a real estate speculator called George Sterling who took to poesy and Boho-dom late in life and banished Care permanently in 1926 by taking strychnine in the Club's city premises.

A college kid we'll call Tom -- the arm of the Secret Government is, after all, far-reaching -- worked at the Bohemian Grove each summer for three years in the middle 1990s. At that time (and we doubt things have changed) the basic wage for the very ample force required to assist in the banishing of Care is not handsome -- $5 to $6 an hour. But Tom worked for an independent con-tractor supplying food and help and got $125 a day plus tips (officially banned at the Grove) and ended up with $3,000 for his three-week stint.

Tom's day began at 5:30 a.m., preparing for break-fast. The Bohemian Club is set up along frat house lines. Instead of Deltas and Pi Etas there are camps, some 120 in all, stretching along River Road and Morse Stephens canyon. Their names follow the imaginative arc of American industrialists and financiers over the past hun-dred years, from Druids to Hillbillies (George Bush, Walter Cronkite, William F. Buckley), Isle of Aves (John E. Du Pont), Meyerling, Owl's Nest (Eddie Albert, Ronald Reagan), Silverado Squatters, Totem Inn (which has actually boasted a writer, Allen Drury), Woof (former Secretary of State James A. Baker III), Wayside Log (which has boasted another writer, Herman Wouk), Ye Merrie Yowls, Zaca.

The camp Tom lived and worked at was thick with real estate tycoons and had a reputation for good food and comfortable appointments. Tom fixed the early morning gin fizzes and kindred cobweb banishers. He got the pa-pers -- San Francisco Chronicle, Wall Street Journal, New York Times. He cleaned up the mess left by the Bohos' nocturnal revels. He served up the fruits, juices, eggs and bacon and listened to captains of commerce start their day's chat about business affairs. The club has a fa-mous motto, "weaving spiders not come here," meaning No shop talk, but Tom laughs. "They talk business here all the time. The younger members brown-nose shame-lessly, making contacts." By midmorning it's another day in Bohemia, with Tom's hands never idle as he runs up Old Fashioneds and Manhattans. The members prefer to mix their own martinis.

Though he was no career man at the Grove Tom had al-ready taken on a caustic loyalty to his camp. He sneered at nearby Abbey, a lowly place equipped merely with tents and believed to have a tradition of unmentionable prac-tices. He sneered too, though more deferentially, at lordly Mandalay camp, inaccessible save by written invitation by a member, luxuriously appointed and stocked with the Membership Committee's most determined stab at the pretense of Secret Government. Here are to be found members of the Bechtel clan owners of the largest engineering contractorship in the world, veterans of Republican Washington of the era of Gerorge Bush Sr (former Treasury Secretary Nick Brady, former Secretary of State George Shultz), souven-irs of industrial might (Leonard K. Firestone. Edgar F. Kaiser), 1970s retro (Gerald Ford, Henry Kissinger) and foreign bric-a-brac (Andrew Knight of The Economist).

The waiting lists for membership are so long it takes years for the novitiate to be admitted. Lobbying is pathetically fierce. Tom Watson, the builder of IBM, once took a long weekend off from his retirement job as US ambassador to Moscow to fly to San Francisco to dine with a Bohemian Grove board member and discreetly lobby for membership. A friend of mine, big in Reagan time, has been on the doorstep for 15 years. He says he likes it that way. He's spared the heftysign-up fee of around $10,000 and annual membership duesm and only has to pony up when he's invited, which is every two or three years. Particularly in the more sumptuous camps even this takes plenty of money, sharing bills for retinues of uniformed servants, vintage cellars, master chefs and kindred accouterments of spiritual refreshment. But what, in the end, does the member get for his pains?

There are lakeside talks. Here, of an evening, Grovers can hear a banker or a Treasury official wend his way through the intricacies of Third World debt rescheduling, or listen to a European leader who will offer himself up for inspection. There are increasingtly popular science talks at the Bohemian Grove's museum. During the day there are enviro-strolls with some biologist from Stanford or Berkeley lecturing his retinue on successional stages in redwood regenera-tion. There's skeet-shooting on the private range. There's endless dominoes -- the Grove's board-game par excel-lence. There's Not Being At Home with the wife. But best of all, there are the talent revue and the play.

Visit some corporate suite in San Francisco in June or early July and if you see the CEO brooding thoughtfully before his plate-glass window overlooking the Bay Bridge, the chances are he is not thinking about some impending take-over or merciless down-sizing. He is probably worrying about the cut of his tutu for the drag act for which he has been rehearsing keenly for many months.

These plays are planned five years in advance, with no expense spared. Tycoons vie eagerly for the privilege of shifting a stage prop or securing the bestcomputerized lighting system that money can provide. Although the talent shows put on by Merv Griffin and Art Linkletter were reckoned at least in past years to be good, the plays are pretty awful, heavily freighted with double-entendres about swollen members and the like. A poster for one Grove play, Pompeii, featured a mighty erection under a toga, modelled no doubt on the redoubtable organ in the Pompeiian fresco photographed by many a touring tycoon.

Along with the big play there is the comedy revue -- Low Jinks -- for which members again rehearse with passionate anticipation. World affairs stood still a few seasons ago as Henry Kissinger prepared for his big moment, which was to enter, dressed as a dumpy man wearing a Kissinger mask which he duly pulled off, to reveal the ever-familiar features, while announcing in his glottal accent, "I am here because I have always been convinced that The Low Jinks is the ultimate aphrodisi-ac." Puissance -- this is after all a mature crowd scam-pering about amid the Sequoia sempervirens -- is a big theme, and the drag acts are heavily overstated.

Boho-member Wouk once got off a sententious paragraph about the Grove being the site of that purest of loves, the friendship that men can nourish between each other in noble surroundings. Some years ago a gay writer called Ron Bluestein described his stint waitering at the Grove in a very funny pamphlet, "A Waitress in Bohemia," in which he evoked the below-the-stairs homosexual culture fostered by a workforce mostly recruited from San Francisco. Some anthropologists of Boho culture even believe that the Grove is now encircled with gay resi-dential suburbs that have inevitably sprung up to ac-commodate these migrants.

Informed sources discount these stories somewhat. Of course there are gay waiters and gay bohemians too, discreetly cruising River Road, but it seems that it was back in the 1970s things got somewhat out of hand. The Club took certain measures and things are now under control.

Along with its most definitely closet contingent, the club also has about 2,000 heterosexuals cooped up for the summer retreat, with no women officially on the premises except for a daily minibus of female cleaners -- the consequence of a lawsuit brought by feminists a few years ago -- which can go no farther into the Grove than the Camp Fire circle, 400 yards from the Main Gate. Randy members break bounds and head for such straight cruising spots as the Northwood Lodge and Country Club where vigorously bejeweled women in their thirties are to be found

A few years ago KGO radio, out of San Francisco, had an interesting talk show in which callers with first-hand Grove experience told their tales. A man from Monte Rio said he was only one of several towns-people renting cabins every year to prostitutes traveling from as far as Las Vegas to renew the Bohos' spiritual fibers. He said it was a big shot in the arm for Monte Rio's ailing economy. This same caller moved from shots in the arm to shots in another location. He said he stocked his cabins with plenty of booze as well as syringes of a potency drug re-cently approved by the Food and Drug Administration which furnishes four to six-hour erections. Sempervirens indeed. The Monte Rio caller added that at least this quotient of Secret Government included good tippers, doling out splendid gratuities to their companions.

In the 1990s the Grove's reputation as the site of Secret Government was in eclipse. The Mandalay camp roster told the story, with its grizzled veterans of the Reagan-Bush years. The contours of the Republican Party had changed, in a manner not entirely suited to the Club. The young Christian zealots of the Newt revolution were scarcely Low Jinksters, and Newt -- he did give a lake-side talk in 1995 -- was a little too tacky in style for the gin fizz set. Dole wasn't even a member and with Bill and Hillary in office, journalists dashed off each year to the Carolina coast to write about the Renaissance Weekend at Hilton Head where the idiom was of the 1990s -- self-awareness, being in touch with your inner self, networking -- rather than the 1890s -- making merrie, getting drunk and us-ing the Old Boy Net.

But here we are in the Bush II era, and the Bush Clan is pure Secret Government, all the way from the old Rockefeller connection, to Skull and Bones and the Knights of Malta. Dick Cheney's a Grover.

So spare yourself the expense of travelling from Quebec to the next session of the WTO. Voyage to Sonoma County and muster against Secret World Government which, let's face it, isn't exactly secret. For the Rally and Line of Shame, be at the Monte Rio parking lot across from the Rio theater at 2pm, July 14[/quote]

[Guest BlackJesus]

[quote]Bohemian Grove and the George W. Bush Administration

July 2000: Just as in the Reagan administration of the 1980's, the newly "selected" Bush Jr. is strongly backed up by the boys at Bohemian Grove. Some Connections:

GEORGE BUSH SR.--Father and Past President--Hillbillies Camp**

DONALD RUMSFELD--Bush Cabinet-Secretary of Defense--Hillbillies Camp

JAMES BAKER lll--Election Advisor and Spokesman--Woof Camp

GEORGE SCHULTZ--Election Advisor and Spokesman--Mandalay Camp

COLIN POWELL--Bush Cabinet--Secretary of State--Frequent Guest and Speaker in the '80s and 90's at the Summer encampment-May now be a member

RICHARD CHENEY--Vice President--frequent guest. Last spotted in July 2000

JOHN J. O'CONNOR lll--Husband of U.S. Supreme Court Justice

SANDRA DAY O'CONNOR who recently cast pivitol Supreme Court vote for George W --- Pelicans Camp (Sandra herself cannot belong to the Grove as no women are allowed)

ANTONIN SCALIA--Justice, U.S. Supreme Court--Bohemian Grove Lakeside Talk: July 25, 1997 Subject: Church, State and the Constitution


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Some backup people to watch for:

A.W. CLAUSEN (past president World Bank and Bank of America)-Hillbillies Camp

EDWIN MEESE lll--Cave Man Camp (same as Richard Nixon and Herbert Hoover)

HENRY KISSINGER--Former Reagan Secretary of State--Mandalay Camp

STANFORD'S HOOVER INSTITUTE--Strongly connected to Bohemian Grove

FORTUNE 500 CORPORATION C.E.O'S:

Too numerous to mention but ripe for an updated research piece, these are the men who truly "own" the presidency and represent the defense industry, the energy and nuclear industry, financial, media and military establishments.

*Camp memberships taken from the 1997 KEY TO CAMP LOCATIONS which is the latest list we have been able to obtain from inside the Grove. Lakeside talks from Bohemian Grove Programs of Events.

**Hillbillies Camp (George Bush, Donald Rumsfeld) also has a membership overlap with many other members of Yales Skull & Bones society.[/quote]


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[Guest BlackJesus]

I can verify this as well....... if you take a magnigying glass and look at a dollar... there is an Owl hidden (try it yourself)


[img]http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tim.hoddy/eric/images/dollar2.gif[/img]

[Nati Ice]

thats supposed to be the spider whose spiderweb is covering the border of the single dollar bill

[Guest BlackJesus]

Better Photos

[img]http://www.freepressinternational.com/bohemian1990.jpg[/img]
[img]http://www.selin.org/images/bohemian-grove-lunch-rm-nat-geo-2.jpg[/img]



[url="http://www.infowars.com/bg1.html"]http://www.infowars.com/bg1.html[/url]

[b]site from the guy who infiltrated the camp[/b]

[Guest BlackJesus]

[quote]thats supposed to be the spider whose spiderweb is covering the border of the single dollar bill[/quote]
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No look for yourself.... it is clearly an Owl

I am looking at it right now [/b][/color]

[Guest steggyD]

You guys are fuckin' high. And I though I was a conspiracist.

[STRAYCAT]

Yep and my grand dad was Jimmy Hoffa. [img]http://forum.go-bengals.com/public/style_emoticons//24.gif[/img] [img]http://forum.go-bengals.com/public/style_emoticons//24.gif[/img] [img]http://forum.go-bengals.com/public/style_emoticons//24.gif[/img]

[Guest BlackJesus]

[quote]Yep and my grand dad was Jimmy Hoffa.   [/quote]

[quote]You guys are fuckin' high. And I though I was a conspiracist.[/quote]



[i][b]I don't see what it so unbelievable about it


We know the place exists = Fact

We know these men all meet there = Fact

We know there are protests everytime outside the grove when it happens = Fact

We know that this guy infiltrated it and got video = Fact


Now if you want to say that they do not actually worship the Owl statue that is fine..... but it does exist and it is standing in front of the grove where these guys all meet. [/b][/i]

[The Scales]

FUCKIN ILLUMINATI FREE MASON INBRED DEVIL WORSHIPIN....



"EYES WIDE SHUT"

[Kool Keith]

I don't know what you are talking about.

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[TrentonPizzaGuy]

Check out the back of a dollar bill. The all-seeing eye is an Illuminati symbol.

[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v136/Dual867PowerMac/illuminati-dollar.gif[/img]

The words below the pyramid, "Novus Ordo Seclorum," translate to "a new order of the ages," and "Annuit Coeptis" translates to "it has favored our undertakings."

Two distinct references to the Illuminati if I've ever seen them!

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

Oh, and would you look at this:

[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v136/Dual867PowerMac/aol.gif[/img]



A stylized version of the all-knowing eye.

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

[quote name='Kool Keith' date='Sep 30 2005, 12:58 AM']I don't know what you are talking about.

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[right][post="160035"][/post][/right][/quote]The Illuminati. Global government, global terrorism, global enslavement, that sort of thing.

[Guest steggyD]

Yeah, yeah, illuminati and all that other crap. I used to believe in all this shit too. I read books, explaining illuminati as everything from rich white people to aliens who are trying to take over the world. Frankly, I kinda stopped believing in all that shit, and now I think the world is just run by a bunch of rich bumbling idiots. But there is no grand conspiracy that goes back hundreds of years. It's just rich people putting each other in power. I have a hard time believing that they have a multi-century game-plan. But whatever, show me some more proof, and I'll open my mind back up to this hocus pocus.

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

[quote name='steggyD' date='Sep 30 2005, 02:08 AM']Yeah, yeah, illuminati and all that other crap. I used to believe in all this shit too. I read books, explaining illuminati as everything from rich white people to aliens who are trying to take over the world. Frankly, I kinda stopped believing in all that shit, and now I think the world is just run by a bunch of rich bumbling idiots. But there is no grand conspiracy that goes back hundreds of years. It's just rich people putting each other in power. I have a hard time believing that they have a multi-century game-plan. But whatever, show me some more proof, and I'll open my mind back up to this hocus pocus.
[right][post="160060"]<{POST_SNAPBACK}>[/post][/right][/quote]You want proof? It's right in front of you.

And speaking of money, did you know the Bank of England owns our Federal Reserve? It's true. In 1910, Sen. Nelson Aldrich, A.P. Andrews, who was the assistant secretary of the Treasury Department, and representatives of Europe's biggest bankers (House of Morgan and Baron Rothschild,) met in secret at Jekyll Island off the coast of Georgia (it was then owned by J.P. Morgan,) and concocted the Federal Reserve System, which is nothing more than centralized banking.

They also stole the 1912 election by convincing Theodore Roosevelt to form the Bull Moose Party to split the Republican vote between him and William Howard Taft (the grandfather of Bob Taft,) so their chosen candidate, Woodrow Wilson, would sign the Federal Reserve Act into law. In December, 1913, he did.

By the way, Woodrow Wilson also joined the Ku Klux Klan while in office. But I digress...

Is it mere coincidence that within a decade of the Federal Reserve Act being signed into law, that the income tax was created and we entered World War I? The Federal Reserve's chieftans in London are responsible for every war America's been in and every recession.

The also funded the Russian revolution. That's right! The "capitalists" backed Marxist revolution! And the Nazis, too, for that matter.

[Nati Ice]

youre like the christian version of BJ...

[TrentonPizzaGuy]

[quote name='Nati Ice' date='Sep 30 2005, 02:53 AM']youre like the christian version of BJ...
[right][post="160066"][/post][/right][/quote]Is that good or bad?