Yesterday, April 3rd, at 6:30 in the morning, I started walking the 14 miles to Andrew Jackson’s home, “The Hermitage”, where he died after his presidency. During his presidency, he got into a furious fight with the bankers, the same ones who controlled the Bank of England and funded England in the American Revolution, and the same ones, when the bank was defeated in 1811, started the war of 1812. The bankers were defeated both times, but they never quit.
These International bankers, “The Invisible Government” have orchestrated tens of thousands of assassinations to eliminate opposition to their plans. Jackson was shot during his presidency, but he survived, and defeated Nicholas Biddle, the bankers precocious pawn. Jackson said of the bankers, “ ‘You are a den of vipers and thieves. I intend to rout you out, and by the eternalGod, I will rout you out.’ He was facing the same group of MoneyChangers that Jesus whipped out of the temple 1,800 years before Jackson.
Mark 11:15 And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the MoneyChangers, and the seats of them that sold doves;
Today, the MoneyChangers learned their lesson, they no longer expose themselves to the public, but use their agents to do their bidding, and call it legal and their “private property”. It’s not really their private property, because these thieves and robbers are the only people in the world who can print out dollars. So they print out their fake money, inflate the value of the dollar, drive businesses and individuals into poverty, then lecture us on “private property rights” as they steal the wealth others earned with labor with their fake money.
One of the MoneyChangers, Mayer Amschel Rothschild, purportedly said in 1938, “Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws!”
So, of all places in America, the place I found most appropriate to resist this bogus mask mandate was Andrew Jackson’s home. I was not planning on doing this, but I simply was not going to put a mask on. Knowing the battle Jackson had with the bankers, I simply could not comply with the bankers hoax mask mandate at Jackson’s home. I am certain Jackson is flipping in his grave at how so many Americans are timidly complying with this mask tyranny. No critical thinking, no courage, no belief, no faith. It’s the result of the careful dumbing down of America using the corrupt media, schools, tech companies, drugs, porn, victim groups, and other sources, which has been going on for over 100 years.
Also, please remember, five Presidents, other than Jackson who survived, were assassinated by the bankers. Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and JFK.
On Thursday evening, April 1st, I had nearly been arrested at the Nashville, Tennessee Library. It was so absurd, the police began telling me, after I put my mask on, that I could not go into the children’s section of the library, because I had no children, despite the fact their own rules allowed for this. What was I doing in the children’s section of the library if I had no children, you may be asking. Good question, since the Social Justice warriors are replacing all kinds of books in libraries with their corrupt garbage, I was going to ensure my childhood favorites, including Dr. Doolittle, the Black Stallion, and the Wizard of Oz series were still there. I never got to verify this as I was rudely interrupted.
Finally, on Saturday, I had had enough. In this video you can see what occurred. Then you can see what happened after I was in handcuffs. I did not get to take the entire encounter, as I had not planned on it.
I had been arrested in California, May 1st, of 2020, with 37 other protesters, protesting this bogus mask mandate at the California State Capital of Sacramento. That was my first arrest in my life. Zip tied, thrown to the ground and hauled off like a common criminal, for simply resisting a fake plandemic designed to enrich the bankers further and to enslave mankind.
The police in Nashville were considerably more courteous than those in California, which is to be expected, as California and New York are the two biggest Communist states in America. Sitting in the back of the patrol car, with handcuffs biting into my wrists, was not an experience I recommend to anyone. It’s definitely not designed for ease of use, as I’m relatively athletic, and it was extremely uncomfortable, and I had to turn sideways,to prevent the cuffs from cutting off circulation to my hands. I can’t imagine what it would be like if someone is overweight. The two police officers were very courteous, and I believe his name was Officer Chambers, the officer who drove me to the police station to book me. I can’t speak highly enough of the Nashville Police.
I had some interesting discussions with a few of the officers, who were already enlightened about the bankers, Rothschilds, and more. When I arrived at the downtown police station, there was a couple, who may or may not have been married, who appeared to be dealing with some substance abuse, though I could be wrong, and may God forgive me if I am. The man had a Tennessee accent, and was bellowing, “I didn’t take a G**d*** thing” at least a dozen times. He was placed into isolation, and after a bit an hour of hollering, he quieted down and may have gone to sleep. The woman was pretty belligerent in her own right, but after being placed into an isolation cell, she quieted down very fast. These were two of the five people that I saw in the holding area while I was there, and these two were white, in addition to two young African-American males, who were silent the whole time, and a talkative young white woman who was on the opposite side of the room from me. I have no idea what any of the others were there for. For Cultural Marxists, they ought to rejoice, as out of six prisoners, four were white, two were black. That means whites and blacks were disproportionately represented, as whites make up 63% of America, and 66% of prisoners, and blacks make up 12% of America, and 34% of prisoners.
After a courteous police woman asked a few questions and gave me a court date, the commissioner of the Nashville police informed me that he agreed with my stance, and that charges would be dismissed.
“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.” – Edward Everett Hale
“under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.” Henry David Thoreau “Civil Disobedience”
“Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matt 5:10 Jesus