One Financialist to Rule Them All and In The Darkness Bind Them
The Financialist Kill Chain: Seven Steps to Global Ownership
The Financialists, now securely entrenched in offshore havens, are nearly untouchable architects of chaos. From these protected sanctuaries, they deploy a relentless seven-step strategy—the Financialist Kill Chain—to drive the world into war, foster failed narco-states, erase their debts, seize global assets at rock-bottom prices, and reduce the population by up to 90%. Their pursuit is unending, fueled by a need for perpetual crisis to maintain their financial regime of regimes. Here’s how they do it:
Infiltration and Influence Operating from offshore, the Financialists infiltrate global institutions and governments, wielding influence to undermine sovereignty. They fund policies and operatives that sow discord, setting the stage for war and destabilization.
Debt Entrapment They ensnare nations in unpayable debt, using offshore wealth to finance predatory loans. This traps countries in financial dependency, priming them for collapse and ensuring they’re vulnerable to exploitation.
Asset Identification From their havens, they meticulously catalog the world’s valuable assets—land, resources, industries. These targets are marked for seizure once chaos renders them cheap and accessible.
Economic Destabilization The Financialists unleash economic havoc, manipulating markets and currencies from offshore accounts. They crash economies, trigger hyperinflation, and erase their own debts as money loses value, all while remaining insulated.
Debt-for-Asset Swaps When nations default, they offer “salvation” by forgiving debts in exchange for assets. Offshore entities scoop up resources and infrastructure at fire-sale prices, stripping nations bare.
Extraction and Exploitation With assets secured, they extract wealth relentlessly, funneling profits to offshore havens. This leaves nations hollowed out, teetering on the edge of failure and ripe for narco-state emergence.
Abandonment and Collapse Once drained, they abandon these nations to chaos—war zones and failed narco-states where law dissolves. This collapse fuels global instability, enabling their cycle of war, asset grabs, and population culling to continue.
Why They Never Stop
The Financialists thrive on chaos. War keeps nations fractured, failed narco-states erase order, provide vast unearned liquidity into their banks, while economic ruin wipes their slate clean. Offshore, they buy the world’s wealth for pennies, then orchestrate famines, bioweapons, conflicts, wars, genocide and eugenics to kill off 90% of humanity—creating a controllable planet. Their havens shield them, and their strategy ensures they’ll never cease until their vision of domination is complete.
The Financialist Kill Chain
Oh, gather ye round, ye sons of the soil, and hear of a game that’s grim,
Where shadows of greed with a serpent’s guile weave chains that no sword can trim.
‘Tis the Financialist’s craft, a merciless art, that binds with a velvet glove,
And nations fall in its iron thrall, bereft of their wealth and love.
Through corridors dim where the rulers dwell, they slink with a whispered word,
In government halls, where the proud banners fall, their honeyed deceit is heard.
In the press they weave tales, in boardrooms they smile, their voices a silken snare,
And the people, asleep, see not the creep of the powers that bind them there.
With promises bright as a golden dawn, they offer a boundless loan,
“Take wealth,” they cry, “let your dreams fly high!” – but the terms are of iron sown.
The debt piles tall, unyielding, vast, a mountain no man can scale,
And the nation bows, entrapped, and vows to a yoke that shall never fail.
Now sharp eyes gleam over the land’s fair wealth, her fields and her rivers grand,
Her mines that spark in the deep earth’s dark, her forests that proudly stand.
They mark each prize with a vulture’s gaze, the treasures their hands would claim,
And the people’s birthright, in silent might, is branded with greed’s cold name.
Then storms are loosed with a cunning hand, the markets begin to reel,
The coin grows scarce, and the folk despair as the nation’s foundations keel.
A crisis blooms where no hope resumes, and panic’s the only cry,
For the Financialists’ art has torn apart the dreams that were built on high.
Now comes the hour when the lords descend, their voices both stern and sweet,
“Your debts are due, but we’ll succor you – surrender your wealth complete.”
The mines, the lands, the rivers’ strands, are bartered to clear the slate,
And the nation’s heart, in a bitter part, is sold to a foreign fate.
They strip the gold from the people’s hold, the wealth of a thousand years,
The sweat of the brow, the plowman’s vow, are reaped with unyielding shears.
To vaults afar, beneath a colder star, the riches are borne away,
And the folk remain, in want and pain, to mourn what they lost today.
At last they’re gone, with their spoils anon, no backward glance they cast,
The nation lies where the vulture flies, a husk of its noble past.
No mercy lingers, no helping fingers, to lift what their hands have torn,
And the people weep, in their ruin deep, abandoned, betrayed, forlorn.
So beware, ye lands, of the grasping hands that promise with gilded lies,
For the Financialist’s chain, with its cruel refrain, brings naught but a nation’s cries.
Hold fast your heart, your wealth, your art, and guard what your fathers gave,
Lest ye kneel in thrall to the Kill Chain’s call, and find but a beggar’s grave.