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                        "The Gog and Magog Assassination"
September 28 - They Win, I Think It's Time To Quit
September 22 - Yigal Amir Did Not Murder Yitzhak Rabin and Now It's A Proven Fact
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September 29, 2001 - THANK YOU EVERYONE - "THE GOG AND MAGOG ASSASSINATION"

Over 500 letters ALL of support. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. And my
wife thanks you.

This morning we had a few events that have helped put things in perspective
for my wife and I. We had another phone call threatening blackmail,
followed by a call from the local social worker, Cathy, who has been behind
the attacks on my family. She wanted to see my wife.

This Cathy actually asked my wife to submit a police complaint against me
and to take herself and our children to a battered woman's shelter. My wife
told her off in her soft way, came home furious and announced that she
would talk to my attorney and would tell the truth in court. This evening
she is meeting friends about how best to continue our marriage. It's still
shaky but improving slightly.

I vowed not to reveal any more NEW documents about the Yitzhak Rabin murder. I
contacted two journalists and offered to turn over all my documents to
them, on condition that they take over the burden. Only if I'm under attack
again will I tell ALL I've been holding back.

As for Yitzhak Rabin, I decided on a new approach, one that does not name names or
release proofs. Does anyone know a publisher of fiction? Barry

                                     

                     THE GOG AND MAGOG ASSASSINATION
                                            By Barry Chamish

     There is evil in the wilderness village of Kennebunkport, Maine. Some
visitors think it feels quaint. Yitzhak Rabin knew better. As his
helicopter approached the landing pad, he felt nothing but dread.
     The fishing is good near Kennebunkport, Maine. That's mostly why the
Texan's father chose to build his family retreat there. Another good reason
was it wasn't too far from New York but just handily far enough away from
prying eyes. No one would pay much attention to the long line of visitors
who made the pilgrimage to the estate; the Nazis and their secret American
bankers, the oil monopolists, the  plotters, the wealthy cultists, the
protected pedophiles, the shippers cum smugglers, the drug runners, the
senators, the obedient bureaucrats, the Presidents of the United States
of  the World.
    The Texan was a President on the way out. His replacement was even
viler than he. And the Texan was no Texan. He was a Connecticut Yankee in a
Dixie court, sent young to establish his credentials in a pre-arranged oil
venture, soon to be corporation, then to be a base for the most covert and
illegal of extra-governmental operations.
    Yitzhak Rabin swallowed half a bottle of J and B and handed it to his
bodyguard. "Give it to the pilot after we land back in New York," he told
him. Yitzhak Rabin never drank from the same bottle twice. It was a wise
precaution. He also never faced a nervous situation sober. Not as wise.
     The chopper landed and Yitzhak Rabin, as was his habit, left the cabin only
after the blades came to a full stop. An unnecessary precaution but he
abhorred risk. It was that very fear of fear that led him to his fearful
life and he could not face the consequences unless properly anaesthetized.
     Back home he was the vindictive king of his little castle. But in
Kennebunkport, Maine, he had all the power of, to use the phrase of a
political rival, "a drugged cockroach in a bottle."
     The Texan greeted him at the entrance warmly, just in case anybody was
somehow  making unwanted observations. The phoney smile dissolved the
moment the door to his den was shut tight behind them. This was not going
to be the kind of meeting where aides sit in and reporters awaited
superficial reactions.
     The Texan pointed and Yitzhak Rabin sat himself in a black, slightly
overstuffed leather chair. The Texan remained standing. Yitzhak Rabin pulled a few
pages of Hebrew notes from the breast pocket of his dark blue jacket. It
was an abbreviated laundry list of requests from his generals and ministers
back home. He stared at a mounted fish, not knowing if it once swam in
fresh or salt water and said, "That's a big one."
    "You're not here for the fishing, Yitzhak, " the Texan replied curtly.
"And I'd rather be on the water than with you. So let's not beat around the
bush."
     Yitzhak Rabin smiled at the pun. "I brought you some requests. You understand
I have to go home with something."
    "Oh you will," the Texan said, finally seating himself in his even more
stuffed chair, elevated a bit, using the most obvious trick of the shrinks.
Looking down at Yitzhak Rabin's crimson face, he knew there was no doubt who was in
charge. He would be a lot easier to deal with than ShYigal Amir was.
    He went straight to the point. "We put you back in power and you know
our conditions. You will have to go back and prepare the Israelis for some
very painful territorial withdrawals. Everywhere."
     "I don't think I can manage the PLO yet. Let me start with the Syrians."
    The Texan's jaw tightened. "It doesn't really matter a whole lot what
you think, now does it Yitzhak? You will obey your commands and stop this
thinking business right now."
     Yitzhak Rabin knew it was hopeless to protest, but he had to maintain a
modicum of  reality for this situation would not play well in the Knesset.
That called for a drink. "I'm thirsty, " he said.
    "Oh no you don't," answered the Texan. "You think you can fall into a
drunken stupor like you did with Carter? You didn't last too long after
that trick, now did you?"
    They may have got him out with the bank account leak, Yitzhak Rabin recalled,
but they got Begin in instead. They won't take that kind of risk again. It
took fifteen years for them to extricate themselves from honorable men and
this time he was in to stay. This understanding gave him a renewed sense of
confidence.
    "With all your election rigging, " he proclaimed, "you still couldn't
get me a Jewish majority in the Knesset. I had to squeeze Dori to get the
seats."
    "And a fat chance you had if we hadn't opened the FBI file on him. You
just tell him you'll extradite him to New York for murder and you've got
all the seats you'll ever need."
    The Texan won that round. Yitzhak Rabin needed some more confidence. "I think
better after a drink." The Texan obliged. "You don't take ice, right?"
"Just straight and full," Yitzhak Rabin answered. After a half ounce, loud sip, he
said, "It won't sell unless I get a good start."
     "What do you want?" asked the exasperated ex-President-to-be.
     "Free Pollard for starters."
     "So he can blab about everything? What's next?"
     "He won't talk. If you give this one to me it'll be a lot easier to
sell the rest."
     "I'm warning you, get real and in a hurry. We've got your loan
guarantees all ready. You'll go back a ten billion dollar hero. That's what
you get and maybe a few planes to boot. Hand your arms requests to the
Pentagon and don't overdo it."
    Yitzhak Rabin lifted his notes. The Texan grabbed his arm and shoved it down.
"You put those goddamn papers back in your goddamn pocket and listen to me."
    Yitzhak Rabin obeyed without protest and finished his drink. He was no longer a
brave drunk. The Texan had the floor and he had better not try to share it
with him.
    "This is the plan and you'll remember it if you know what's good for
you.  Baris is to know nothing. He'll squeal to the Europeans in ten
seconds. You tell him zilch. Let him run off to France as your loyal
Foreign Minister and come up with all the hopeless diplomacy he wants.
Meanwhile his loyal deputy Uri Berlin will keep him out of the loop and you
in."
    God, thought Yitzhak Rabin, he didn't want to work with Berlin. He despised his
mousey face and vicious personality. Everytime he looked into his eyes, he
imagined he was facing Himmler. Worse, it looked like they had appointed
him to run his government.
    "Berlin knows a couple of idiot academics and he's setting them up
right now. They'll meet Ashrawi in Ramallah next month and she'll arrange a
meeting with Abu Allah in London in November. He'll tell them what they
want to hear and then run into Berlin right after."
    "What next?" thought Yitzhak Rabin. He knew far-left professors were a dime a
dozen and they'd sell Moses for a little ideological glory. "Which
academics?" Yitzhak Rabin asked. The Texan rummaged through his pockets and pulled
out his notes. "He's as sloppy as me," he thought. The Texan looked down at
his notes and answered, "Plotkin and Heskowitz  are their names."
     Yitzhak Rabin had never heard of the first one but Heskowitz was sent by the
Austrian Chancellor Bruno Kreisky to infiltrate Israeli academia on behalf
of the Socialist International. No surprise there. So the first meeting was
to be in London. That meant The Royal Institute was running things. Again,
no surprise. This was, after all a Foreign Relations Council operation and
the Institute was the FRC's big daddy.
     The departing President relaxed just a bit and carried on. Yitzhak Rabin
wasn't giving him any trouble. "Berlin arranged secret talks in Oslo. The
Council will make sure they go our way. You just make sure these professors
aren't exposed and if they are, you just deny you know them. They were
rogues. But it better not come to that."
    Yitzhak Rabin was well aware that the Texan wouldn't be in charge of him much
longer. However, he knew the incumbent Chief was also a member of the
Council. They all were. Him, Dole, Gore. There was no hope of just waiting
the Texan out. Still, there could be a change of style.
     "Who's going to replace Packer?" Yitzhak Rabin asked.
     "What in blazing Hell do you care?" the Texan yelled. "You trying to
be a wiseguy or something? I'm them and they're me." He hesitated and
lowered his voice. "And you're you and you know exactly what that means."
    Yitzhak Rabin did. They had enough on him to merely discredit him totally if
they wanted or have him hanged legally or not for treason. He was trapped.
Berlin really believed in the Council, while he just played along at first
to get ahead. Now there was no turning back and surviving.
    "What's the whole picture?" asked Yitzhak Rabin. "Is it the big one?"
    "The whole enchalada, Yitzhak. Gog and Magog. We're taking over, at
long last, and you will help bring about the New World Order. Frankly, you
don't deserve it, I do, but you will become the closest thing to a living
God we can arrange."
    "Mr. President, I risk civil war if I give away everything."
   "You should have thought of that before we put you back in the driver's
seat. You just get off the Golan and give Arafat his state. We'll sell it
as peace and you become an instant saint. And we'll turn Arafat into Mother
Theresa. If anyone objects...well, you'll be briefed in New York."
     The meeting was over. Yitzhak Rabin told reporters the discussions were "frank
and warm." He promised them  "a new chapter in Israeli-American relations."
The chapter would come right from the Book Of Daniel.

                                        CHAPTER TWO

     The new Prime Minister of Israel stepped into the chopper and his
bodyguard, Yonah Rivlin handed him an unopened bottle. This time Yitzhak Rabin
finished it off. He now would return to his suite in New York, sleep off
the booze and then entertain the meanest Jews on earth.
     He dreaded Otto Kluger more than the Texan and Murray Braunstein
slightly less. He hated when they played the good cop, bad cop routine on
him. Kluger was head of the National Security Agency when Yitzhak Rabin was
ambassador to Washington back in '68. Then he was promoted to Secretary Of
State. He really didn't have to work hard to corrupt Yitzhak Rabin, like all
ambassadors, he was pre-chosen for his weaknesses. Yitzhak Rabin had suffered a
complete nervous breakdown as Chief Of Staff during the Six Day War, but
the Council made sure the media never mentioned his cowardice. Instead, it
manipulated his image as a lionhearted warrior.
    Kluger quit his job as chief assistant to the Council Chairman,
possibly the wealthiest man in America, Daniel Rockaway to take on the NSA
job. Rockaway gave the President no choice and that meant, there was no
choice. Kluger was ordered to arrange a war that would wipe out Israel and
with Yitzhak Rabin's help, he almost succeeded in October of '73. However, the
President had been set up for impeachment and rebelled. He rearmed the
Jewish State just in time.
    The deal arranged with Golda Meir and her Defense Minister Moshe Dayan
was to let the Arabs attack first and with no interference. They agreed
because of the promise that the Syrians and Egyptians would not enter
pre-'67 Israeli territory if there was no preemptive strike. All the Arabs
wanted was their fighting pride back.
    And at first they kept to their side of the bargain. Syrian tanks could
have rolled into Tiberius on the second day of the fighting and the
Egyptians could have broken out towards the Negev after the third day. But
they ordered their armies to stand in place, claiming they had outrun their
supply lines.
     However, by the fourth day of the war, Israel's fighting men had begun
retaking the Golan Heights and the two Arab armies tried to make a run for
what they called "the Zionist entity." A counterattack by the Israelis in
the Sinai was smashed and Israel was running low on planes, tanks, ammo and
soldiers. Fifteen hundred of her finest young men had already fallen and
twice as many were wounded. Kluger would have gotten his way if the
President hadn't ordered a massive airlift to the Jewish State.
     But there was a price that Kluger extracted. Before the arms would
arrive, Meir was ordered to resign after the war and appoint Yitzhak Rabin her
successor. She was in no position to refuse. Though Yitzhak Rabin had never sat in
the Knesset and had no power in the Labor Party, he became Prime Minister
within four months.
    Then Kluger arrived in the Middle East to "make peace." He wanted
Israel off the Golan Heights and out of the Sinai but back then, it was too
early to get his way. Yitzhak Rabin just didn't have the political power to pull it
off.
     So after dozens of shuttles between Damascus and Jerusalem, Syrian
President Assad agreed to a neat counter-proposal. Assad wanted to annex
Lebanon and coveted the country as part of his dream of a greater Syria.
Israel could not countenance that drastic a shift since it opened a new
northern front against her. But Yitzhak Rabin agreed to turn a blind eye to a
Syrian attack on Lebanon.
    A pretext was needed to justify such an attack and what better reason
than to come in as "peacemakers" to quell a nasty civil war? The CIA knew
how to start such wars and this operation was a piece of cake. A bus full
of Christian school children was shot up, killing thirty two youngsters,
the PLO took "credit" against their will since they did not carry out the
massacre and the war was on.
     King Hussein of Jordan was delighted with Kluger's plan. He had fought
his own civil war with the PLO just three years before and he came close to
losing. It was he who forced their minions to run for their lives to the
salvation of hapless Lebanon where they wasted no time trying to take over
the country by force of the Russian arms Kluger had arranged for Arafat
part of  the "detente " hoax.
     The same players were still in power twenty years later and this time
around Kluger would not blow his opportunity. Yitzhak Rabin would give Assad,
Hussein and Arafat everything they wanted. And this time, no desperate
President would bail Israel out.
     Yitzhak Rabin was awoken from his drunken stupor by Yonah Rivlin. Yitzhak Rabin, as
was his wont, abused Rivlin. This was standard procedure and Rivlin knew he
had better get used to it for the next four years.
     "Get away from here, you son of a whore," Yitzhak Rabin cursed in Hebrew.
     "Mr. Prime Minister, it is my duty to inform you that Mrs. Kluger and
Braunstein will be arriving for your meeting in fifteen minutes."
    "Then you meet them and tell them to go screw themselves for me."
    "I'm afraid that's not possible, sir. I would be remiss in my duty if
you didn't attend this meeting."
    "Why me and not you?"
    "Because you are the prime minister and I'm not, sir. I don't think it
would be appropriate if I decided the affairs of state. Frankly, I don't
think they'd be too happy if you appointed me to that position without
cabinet approval."
    Rivlin, as usual wore Yitzhak Rabin out of his trance until he acquiesced and
rose. Ten minutes was all he needed to straighten his tie, sweeten up his
sallow tongue and look presentable enough. He never learned to tie his own
tie, so just slept with it loosened around his neck on his foreign trips.
Long ago, he discovered this was a real time saver. On hot days, he just
slipped the tie over his head and put it back on with a fresh shirt.
    Kluger and Braunstein took the elevator to Yitzhak Rabin's floor and left their
bodyguards at various vulnerable posts. They rang Yitzhak Rabin's door and Rivlin
opened it. Kluger saw Yitzhak Rabin seated, putting on his shoe, pointed at Rivlin
and ordered Yitzhak Rabin in a deep Teutonic growl to, "Get rid of him." Yitzhak Rabin
motioned Rivlin out and told him, "Go downstairs to the lobby and I'll have
you called up when we're through."
    Rivlin, still unacquainted with the subtleties of a foreign trip
replied, "That would be a dereliction of duty to the state, sir."
    Yitzhak Rabin raised his voice and assumed his military tone. "I am the state
and the state wants to be alone with these gentlemen." Rivlin got the
message. When they heard the elevator door close, the three men politely
and tersely shook hands.
     "How are you, Otto?" asked Yitzhak Rabin.
     "Busy," was all he would volunteer. Braunstein played the good cop, as
usual.
     "We're very excited by your victory and not just us, almost all the
Jews of America."
     Kluger intoned, "And he should know, he's got them in his pocket."
Kluger signaled Braunstein to continue. "We understand the President gave
you a thorough briefing but we've been told you expressed some doubts.
That's not a very good idea, Yitzhak."
     Yitzhak Rabin was not fooled by Braunstein's friendly but threatening tone.
"The time isn't right for Gog and Magog," he insisted. "The Jews aren't ready."
     Braunstein grabbed his shoulder firmly in the palm of his hand.
"Yitzhak, Yitzhak, Yitzhak. The Council has control of almost all the
Jewish media. We run the charities, the rabbis. Now who here is going to
object?"
     "AIPAC for one. Begin and ShYigal Amir appointed the leaders. They won't
stand for it."
     "Give me six months," said Braunstein smiling, "and they're history.
Believe me, they'll be drummed out. Thomas Dine is already as good as gone
and his pals will follow. You are about to be hailed by the Jews of the
world as a savior. Just enjoy it."
    "Maybe here in America," retorted Yitzhak Rabin."We know how stupid you made
them. If after the Holocaust they still supported Roosevelt, you can get
them to believe anything. They're not as dumb in Israel."
    Kluger interrupted. "We'll make them as dumb. That's not so hard. They
never figured out your Holocaust secrets either. One way or another,
they'll cooperate."
    "With their own suicide?" asked Yitzhak Rabin.
    "It won't be the first time, now will it?" replied Kluger.
    "Don't look at it as suicide," intoned Braunstein happily. "That's just
so negative. Look at it the right way, as a revival of something much, much
better than Judaism. The whole world will believe in the same things and
then there will be no more wars. As our founders told Wilson, this will be
the war to end all wars."
     "Enough," growled Kluger in his best Nordic accent. "Shall we get down
to business already?  Your primary role will be to neutralize opposition
and you shall do so without conscience. We hate when you display weakness.
It has made us very displeased in the past."
     "Heck," added Braunstein, "Where is the old warhorse who gunned down
the fourteen Jews on the Altalena? We need him back right away."
     "And if he isn't back," observed Kluger, "he isn't worth much to us."
    This implied threat Yitzhak Rabin did not like. His dander was finally up, just
a bit. "You don't have to resort to that kind of talk," he protested."I'm
all you have. Who could replace me? Baris? He'll sell you out to the
Vatican the day he takes over."
     "Let him try," answered an angered Kluger. "And I mean that for now.
Just let him go running off to Juan Carlos, or to the Frogs or dagos. But
if he ever gets your job, I promise you it won't be for long if he gets in
our way. But this is all conjecture because you won't let us down, now will
you Yitzhak? "
     "He's not kidding," added Braunstein. "You'll have your work cut out
for you and I, for one, trust you. Didn't I pay for your reelection out of
my own pocket? You know why I did that, because I know you're a winner."
     This time, the flattery proved useful. Yitzhak Rabin knew he was only a winner
because the truth about him was kept in control. But he was perceived as a
winner and he owed Ben Gurion and his Council pals big for that. He had too
much to lose by betraying their plans. He would convince himself that they
were not odious, the opposite, they were splendid. He would be the vehicle
to usher in their new order and the whole world would rejoice that he did.
He had to believe that. There was no other viable option.
      "What do you want me to do first?" he asked Kluger.

                                    CHAPTER THREE

    Back in 1990, Yitzhak Rabin wasn't head of the loyal Knesset opposition. Shimi
Baris was and he was determined to become the next prime minister. He had
always despised Yitzhak Rabin because the Anglo Saxons had made him popular and the
Europeans failed him on that score. But he was far more skilled in gaining
party support just because he was that much more unscrupulous than Yitzhak Rabin.
    He had utilized his deputy Uri Berlin brilliantly to arrange a victory
in the elections. That victory Yitzhak Rabin stole from him because Baris had lost
four previous election bids and his party considered Yitzhak Rabin a more electable
entity.
    The primary reason for Baris's election losses was the Moroccans. With
600,000 people, they were the largest ethnic group in the country and 90%
voted against Labor. But by the middle of the 1980s, the Moroccans chose a
new religious party, Khas, to represent their interests, and they now had
six seats in  the Knesset. If Baris couldn't win the Moroccan vote, he
could get it anyway just by having Khas in his hip pocket.
     So he decided to totally corrupt the party and then blackmail it into
his camp. The leader of Khas had a young secretary named Oriel Dori and
while Shimon Peres shared the prime minister's post with ShYigal Amir in the mid-80s he
advanced Dori, eventually making him Interior Minister at age twenty-six.
With much less encouragement than should have been necessary, Dori began
looting the Interior Ministry budget and shifting much of the stolen $50
million to the Khas Party.
    In 1988, Baris was named Finance Minister under a ShYigal Amir-led unity
government and immediately began tracking every agora of Dori's thefts. In
1990, he leaked word of the embezzlement to the Justice Ministry and sent
Berlin on a mission to him.
    Secretary Of State Jim Packer and Baris had devised a way to bring down
ShYigal Amir. Packer would fly to Cairo and present a new peace initiative which
included Israel negotiating over the sovereignty of Jerusalem. They both
knew ShYigal Amir would have to reject the "peace" initiative and this would give
Baris the pretext to declare a non-confidence motion in the Knesset.
     Without Khas's six votes, the motion would fail and ShYigal Amir would
survive. Berlin simply informed Dori that the Finance Ministry would
present all the evidence of his crimes to the courts if he supported the
ShYigal Amir government. So Dori, took a right wing, religious party and turned
into into a party of "peace," to the astonishment of its Moroccan
constituency. ShYigal Amir fell alright but the constituency felt so betrayed
that it rebelled en masse and forced Khas back into the ShYigal Amir camp, or put
another way, out of the Baris camp.
     Though the plot failed, Baris ensured Khas loyalty through thick and
thin as Dori tried desperately to return the embezzled money to the
Treasury. Within a year, Dori was taking the Delorean route, financing huge
cocaine deals in Belgium. At the same time, he tried to implicate his
mother-in-law in his crimes, asking her to testify that she personally
bought him a luxury home out of her savings, which, of course, never
existed. Shortly after she refused, she was "acciCheap Dental insurancely" killed in New
York, run over in her own car which was driven by one of Dori's closest
business partners.
     Two weeks after Yitzhak Rabin was elected, the FBI opened a file on Dori,
implicating him in the suspicious death of his mother-in-law. Once he
joined the Yitzhak Rabin government three days later, the file was dropped...For
then. Dori would support the Gog and Magog Plan or face the very ugly
consequences. Thanks to Baris, Yitzhak Rabin inherited a Jewish majority in
parliament with Khas's, now, eight seats.
     But he also inherited the PLO from Baris. In June, 1990, Baris and
Packer cooked up another plot to unseat ShYigal Amir in the next elections. Baris
sent Berlin to Cairo to meet Packer and to offer Arafat a deal. If he used
his powers of persuasion to recruit the majority of Israeli Arabs to Labor
and its close ally the Meretz Party, he would be rewarded with a state in
Gaza and the West Bank after the elections. Like Dori before him, Arafat
accepted Berlin's convincing bribe.
      Packer, like his Texan boss, was a high ranking member of the FRC and
he had no trouble inducting Berlin into the fold. He became such an avid
advocate of the new order, that the FRC appointed him to be Yitzhak Rabin's
guardian. Kluger made it clear to Yitzhak Rabin that immediately on his return to
Israel, he would be meeting Berlin. There was no objection to the locale
being Yitzhak Rabin's office in the Kirya complex opposite the Knesset in Jerusalem.
     Berlin, opened the door and Yitzhak Rabin rose to shake his hand. He recoiled
momentarily when he saw the utter wickedness, as he always did, in Berlin's
eyes. Berlin sat opposite him across his oversized desk and said, "I
understand we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
     "Not openly," answered Yitzhak Rabin. "Baris will smell a rat."
     "Baris does not want to see you any more than he has to. He'll be
delighted to have me act as his envoy."
     "Did you figure that out or did they help you?"
     Berlin forced a crooked grimmacing smile and answered, "I think
they've thought of everything. Do you know anything about baseball?"
     Yitzhak Rabin nodded no. Soccer and tennis were his sports.
     "Well, there's an American expression that fits. They've got all the
bases covered."
     Yitzhak Rabin was confused but tried not to let on. "So where do you fit," he
asked, "And where do I?"
     "For now, you've got the easy job," Berlin replied. "You carry on
keeping all your election promises. You tell the public you won't negotiate
with the PLO or give up the Golan. That's all you have to do as Prime
Minister. But don't hand over the Defense Minister portfolio to anyone.
Depending on how the Norway talks go, we may need you there."
     Yitzhak Rabin was feeling utter revulsion. He stared into Berlin's face and
saw an image of a mouse with wire-framed glasses. Then a rat. Then...He
rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't want to see anymore.
     "And how do you think the people are going to react when one day their
borders shrink to those of 1948?" asked Yitzhak Rabin sensibly. Berlin scrunched up
his face and the veins in his forehead protruded. "Borders," he said slowly
to emphasize his new ideology, "cause wars. If we get rid of all of them,
there will be no reason for conflict. Israel will become a paradise if it
loses its borders."
     "A paradise for who?" asked Yitzhak Rabin. "Who will survive?"
     Berlin did not hesitate for one nanosecond. "We will survive. And rule."


End first three chapters.

September 28, 2001 - THEY WIN, I THINK IT'S TIME TO QUIT

I'm not sure if I did the right thing, but I sent the following yesterday
before Shabbat hoping it would protect me and my family from the kinds of
attacks we suffered this week. This work of mine is taking an ugly turn. I
hoped to protect myself from further harassment and blackmail by exposing
the horrible slander my whole family was subjected to this week. If I
expect truth from our leaders, I may as well provide myself as an example
of it. I may not be perfect but as far as I've known, I've never harmed an
innocent person in my life and there are people in this country threatening
to harm my innocent family.

And no, I don't know if it's worth it anymore. Forgive me if I am being
self-indulgent. My family is under threat.

  THEY WIN, I THINK IT'S TIME TO QUIT
  by Barry Chamish

        The authorities win, I think it's time to quit. Last week, I released
  two police documents which proved beyond any doubt that Yigal Amir did not
  shoot fatal bullets at Yitzhak Rabin. Since then my life has been a living
  Hell.
        My daughter has communications problems and my wife turned to our
  city's education dept. for advice. We went to a social worker to discuss
  the possible roots of the problem and another meeting was set. On Sunday we
  went to it and were amazed to find a room full of shrinks, principals,
  social workers and a policewoman. Then the inquisition began.
       After my wife was accused of not feeding, clothing or bathing the
  children, all total lies, it was my turn. I was accused of harboring
  weapons, apparently for an insurrection. Then, every trick was used to get
  me to confess to being a wife beater and child abuser. The policewoman was
  ready to pounce if I gave a hint that any charge was true.
  But none was, so she left early. We were stunned and didn't
  understand what was happening to us. I woke up when the social worker, in a
  last gasp of desperation said, "Admit it, you're the king of paranoiacs."
       Today, I received a phone call from an educator who said, "The
  meeting wasn't about helping your daughter, it was to put you out of
  commission for good."
       I found the energy to sue the city for slander and submit complaints
  to the appropriate government offices. But my wife has not recovered and
  she wants out of the marriage. She can't carry on with my work anymore.
  Later in the week came the mailed threats to reveal my past if I
  send out the police documents anymore. The threat was if I go on, my family
  goes down with me.
       Yes, I do have a past and I'm confessing it all.
       During the Sixties, I was a hippie and tried numerous drugs. During
  part of my bachelor days I lived in a dorm and participated in sexual
  promiscuity, voyeurism and drunkedness. Once, I was caught stealing
  cigarettes from a supermarket. I had some failed business ventures where
  deceit played a role, though not solely by me.
       All that is long past. I am long married and the days of
  inebriation and sexual excesses are just as long, gone. But I have been
  promised that it will all be dredged up if I carry on.
       The world is collapsing and I'd like to think I'm playing some
  small role in trying to preserve human life from tyrants. I'd like to
  believe that I'm bringing justice to my nation by exposing the Yitzhak Rabin murder
  and the true Oslo "peace." But it's too much now.
     If I carry on I lose my family, children's peace of mind and my
  reputation. There may be no consoling my wife from this week's humiliation.
     So what am I supposed to do?

  end

September 22, 2001 - Yigal Amir DID NOT MURDER Yitzhak Rabin AND NOW IT'S A PROVEN FACT
                                
    Wasn't Adir Zik wonderful in his cover story interview in yesterday's
Makor Rishon? This leading journalist/broadcaster said his view of the
Yitzhak Rabin murder is exactly the same as mine. He also confirmed my view that
Baruch Goldstein was a patsy for a massacre others committed. Lest anyone
dare to doubt him, me or the truth anymore, within this article are the
conclusive proofs that Yigal Amir did not shoot real bullets at Yitzhak Rabin. As I've
been saying for six years now, he shot blanks.
      For those who read Hebrew, please open the attachment, hands1.jpg. [shown below]

For those who don't, here's what it says.

National Police Headquarters - Investigations Division
Dept. of Criminal Identification - Ramle
13/11/95

Subject: Murder Of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin

Background: On 4/11/95, around 21:45, Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin and one of his
bodyguards were shot while about to enter their vehicle at the end of a
rally in Kings Of Israel Square. A suspected shooter, Yigal Amir, was
caught by police and transferred to the Yarkon Division police station. The
prime minister died of his wounds at Ichilov Hospital.

Test Results: On 4/11/95 I was part of a video crew led by Superintendant
Shmuel Berger at a rally in the Kings Of Israel Square. At approximately
21:55 I was given a plastic bag with a pistol inside, suspected of being
used in a shooting, by Deputy Superintendant Moti Naftali. The pistol was a
model 84F Baretta, serial number  D98231Y that utilized short 9 mm bullets,
which included a clip with an undetermined number of bullets within.

On the street and sidewalk, three 380 WIN Auto cartridges were found.

At 22:15 approximately, I arrived at the office of the commander of the
Yarkon Division police station. The suspect Yigal Amir was present. I took
samples from his hands and hair.

I could find no significant results from the Feroprint examination that I
undertook of the suspect's hands...

Detective Arieh Moshe 93614
Mobile Police Laboratory

     A Feroprint examination will reveal the tiniest amount of metal
residues. Officer Moshe examined Yigal Amir's hands a half hour after he claimed
the shooting took place and found none on Yigal Amir's hands.
After consultations with a forensics expert, doctor and policewoman, I can
conclude that this result would be unlikely in the extreme if Yigal Amir had shot
real bullets. However, there are possible explanations.
    So let us now open hands2.jpg to get the full story of the forensic
tests on Yigal Amir's hands. [shown below]

Israel Police Headquarters/Investigations Division
Dept. Of Criminal Identification

Written by Nadav Levine - Trace Evidence

On 5/11/95 I received evidence for testing, including samples taken from
the murder suspect Yigal Amir, (identity number 027790088). Here are the
initial test results:

In the suspect's hair sample, I found one particle that could be identified
as a gunshot remain. We are unaware of any similar compound not used in the
explosion of caps.

In the sample from the suspects hands, I found no particles which that
could be identified as gunshot residue.

Detective Nadav Levine, Trace Materials Laboratory

    The Hebrew word for cap, as in cap gun, is "pica," the world chosen by
Levine. But even if the one particle found in Yigal Amir's hair was from
gunpowder and not a cap, the explanation is simple. A policeman touched his
own pistol, then Yigal Amir's head and left a particle in the hair.
    But if Yigal Amir actually shot real bullets, there would have been gunshot
particles on his hands. AND THERE WERE NOT! Neither gunpowder nor metal
residues were found on Yigal Amir's hands in two separate tests, by two competent
police technicians. THIS IS AN IMPOSSIBILITY IF Yigal Amir SHOT REAL BULLETS!
     Blank bullets are noisemakers which do not have enough explosive
material to leave significant  residues. Nor is the material of the same
power to expel a bullet from a cartridge. Think of a little boy's cap gun,
or those party poppers which make noise when a strip of paper is pulled.
That is what Yigal Amir shot and that is why the police technicians could not
find gunpowder traces or metal residues on his hands: because Yigal Amir shot
blanks!
     It's over, people. The coverup of Yitzhak Rabin's murder is finished. We have
all the proof we need that Yigal Amir did not murder Yitzhak Rabin. Send the attached
documents to the world and force the Israeli government to tell the truth.

end

Once again Avishai Raviv stands trial. Supposedly, his trial begins on
Tuesday, Sept. 25 at Bet Mishpat L' Shalom, Russian Compound, Jerusalem. It
would be most educational if as many people as possible showed up. But
phone the court first to make sure it isn't cancelled, or closed to the
public.

I wish more of my readers could understand the shadow government which
rules this planet. Parallel to the demise of the Soviet empire came the
Oslo Accords, Guaranteed issue health insurance to bring Hell to Israel and then the world. The
war against communism switched to the war against Islam and the whole
planet is now is entering New World Order Hell. The Yitzhak Rabin murder will lead
to Carmi Gillon, Shimon Peres, Europe and finally to those who organized
the bombings of the WTC and Pentagon. Yitzhak Rabin is the key to our salvation..

September 13, 2001 - WAR OF GOG AND MAGOG COMING

     A terrifying scenario of an upcoming Middle East war is being
discussed in Israeli political circles. As the American terror death toll
surpasses that of Hiroshima, the consensus among public opinion and top
ranks of the military, untouched by the ruling illuminati caste, will be to
strike back at Islam where it hurts the most.

Background

     Three days ago, someone (that will do until he chooses to accept
credit) left over a thousand sensitive documents concerning the Yitzhak Rabin
murder at my home.
      I called the economics writer Yaacov Verker and asked him to drive by
and look at the material. He would have arrived the next day but it was too
tragic for both of us. The day after the bombings in New York and
Washington, he speed-read the material and discovered the smoking gun.
      It is the results of tests on Yigal Amir's hands, a half hour after
he supposedly shot Yitzhak Rabin. Inspector Arieh Moshe, of the Israel
Police Crime Laboratory, conducted a Feroprint test of Yigal Amir's hands to
measure the amount of gunpowder on them and compare the composition of the
gunpowder with that of the bullet casings. He found that, "The results of
the testing were insignificant." NO GUNPOWDER WAS ON Yigal Amir'S HANDS. This is
an impossibility if he shot Yitzhak Rabin with real bullets. After almost six
years, we had the proof that Yigal Amir did not murder Yitzhak Rabin.
     Yaacov phoned Knesset Member, Michael Kleiner and told him the
stunning news. Mr. Kleiner is head of the Herut Movement, for most of
Israel's history, the country's most powerful opposition party. Today, it
has been neutralized by forces led by Ariel Sharon. The next day, Mr.
Kleiner's secretary called and requested that I meet MK Kleiner at a
gathering of Herut Party members in Tel Aviv.
      I just returned from the meeting with Mr. Kleiner and numerous party
leaders. A few told me that those behind the slaughter in America were the
same people who brought us the Oslo "peace" process and the Yitzhak Rabin murder.
They described the next stage of the Hell to be brought upon this planet.

The Scenario

       1. America will demand proper retaliation for the grotesque loss of
its citizens, for the wrecking of its economy and for the destruction of
its most potent monolithic symbols. Only the bombing of Islam's most potent
symbol, the Kaabah in Mecca, will satisfy the calls for equivalent justice.
       2. Saudi Arabia will be taken over, its oilfields will repay
America's losses, and rebuild the twin towers, as well as the wrecked
economy. (Which may have been the real motive of the destruction of the
buildings. Somebody was behind the theft of trillions of dollars from the
American economy in the last few years. No one will ever know who after
this week).
       3. The American public will not allow the oil companies to exploit
them and the Saudi profits will go directly to rebuilding lower Manhattan
and then straight into the people's pockets.
       4. Naturally, most Moslems will object to the American takeover and
that will slowly lead to the destruction of Islam. But not before the world
is engulfed in violence comparable to that of World War II.

Request

      After the grief and shock subside, in November, I want to come to New
York. I want to speak to those victims, Jewish and gentile, of the tragedy
and tell them a side of their misery no one else will; why Israelis and
Americans are dying to ignite a war to change the ruling status quo of the
planet. And why the Yitzhak Rabin murder may hold the key to exposing and defeating
these evil forces.
      If any organization or group, no matter how small, will be willing to
sponsor me, I'll come. If there is no budget, I'll cover the expenses. If
you think I should be heard where the bombs struck, please contact me.

end

September 12, 2001 - DEMONIC ISLAM

     Two days ago, a London rabbi made a discovery. Using kabbalistic
numerology, he found that Arafat and Satan have precisely the same Hebrew
numeric value.
     I quote from my 1997 book, Traitors And Carpetbaggers In The Promised
Land:
     "In February 1993, Secretary Of State Warren Christopher flew to
Damascus with a plan to shut the PLO out of the peace talks. Arafat,
apprised of the plan, flew from Amman to Khartoum where he sat in on two
meetings with Hassan Atourbi, leader of the Sudanese Islamic Fundamentalist
Movement. There, the plan to bomb the World Trade Center was hatched with
Arafat's approval. This was the PLO's warning to the Clinton administration
that it would not be neutralized, a message that almost scuttled Shimon Peres'
secret talks."
     This information was received by the Arab Affairs correspondent for
the newspaper Khadashot, Yehoshua Meiri. A year later, Steve Rodan of the
Jerusalem Post checked Meiri's sources. The result was a series of front
page exposes that brought a delegation of CIA officers and Congress members
to Israel on a fact verifying mission.
     The Arafat connection to the first World Trade Center bombing was
never raised again. Arafat had to be protected at all costs to save the
"peace" process.
     Yesterday's bombing of the World Trade Center and Pentagon required
years of training by hundreds of experts at a cost in the tens of millions
of dollars, or much more. No one organization could possibly have carried
the attacks out: they required state sponsorship, or more likely, states.
If the American government blames one organization for the atrocities, they
are lying and covering up the truth. If the American government blames
Islamic "fundamentalists," they are lying and covering up the truth again.
     Arafat is not a "fundamentalist," yet he is behind most of the
violence against Israel. Presidents Assad of Syria and Hussein of Iraq are
not "fundamentalists," yet they shelter and finance the most violent of
Islamic organizations.
     An honest American investigation will uncover tracks in Gaza,
Khartoum, Damascus and Baghdad, all leading to allies, sponsors and
financiers in Europe, especially southern Europe. This same investigation
will discover that all of Islam is demonic, not just the fundamentalists.
It will expose the true war-making intent of the Oslo "peace" process and
it will find Arafat's fingerprints all over the rubble of the World Trade
Center...
     Unless, America and its Council On Foreign Relations hidden rulers
once again choose to protect Arafat and his phoney Palestinian "people."
     Which is almost certainly going to happen, because the hidden rulers
are rejoicing. Their New World Order has arrived and from now on, the
people of the planet are going to be sacrificing their civil and human
rights, and accept a lot more surveillance and invasions of their privacy,
because they are convinced there is no other choice.
     And that was the demonic plan all along.

end

September 5, 2001 - ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

Last week's release of the Yigal Amir interrogation tape led to
consequences. Most people were highly impressed by the discovery of Yigal
Yigal Amir telling the police about the Yitzhak Rabin murder plot. One person who wasn't
was Natan Gefen, author of Fatal Sting, a very important Yitzhak Rabin murder expose.
     I received the tape, with no conditions attached, from the economic
writer and commentator Yaacov Verker. He received the tape from Natan
Gefen, who received it from a former advisor to the Israel Police Crime
Lab, Nahum Shakhak.
     A couple of years ago, Shakhak dropped into the Yitzhak Rabin research
community from parts unknown. He had an enormous stockpile of important
evidence in his apartment, including the final unreleased Shamgar
Commission report, which he would wave under our noses and return it to a
drawer "until the time was right to release them."
     There are those convinced that Shakhak is an agent keeping tabs on the
Yitzhak Rabin "conspiracy" crowd.  They, yes we, suspect he releases decent
evidence about once a year to cover his real duty of spreading division in
the small community and sabotaging real progress, such as TV documentaries.
Maybe we're wrong and he really is a former police adviser with a bad
personality. Either way, he got the tape first and passed it on to Natan Gefen.
     He was furious when he called. "I was negotiating the tape's sale and
you could have wrecked everything." Natan has a more commercial view of
Yitzhak Rabin evidence than I do.
     "No one said not to release the transcript. The way I hear it, you've
been handing the tape out all over the place. Nurit Kadar of Channel Two
got a copy from someone."
      "That was then. Now I'm in negotiations and you're in the way. I
already sold the tape to Fox News and I wanted to find a newspaper as well."
      "Fox bought the tape?"
      "Yes. They'll be broadcasting it on November 4th."
     Now that is news. This coming Yitzhak Rabin murder day, Fox TV will expose a
film proving his alleged murderer believed he was a sucker in a conspiracy
to knock off the prime minister. That should do the trick, except, fifty to
one, enough threatening phone calls will have been made to Fox News to
cancel their plans. But Gefen did make his sale anyway and has put another
"Final Proof" on the market.
      "I have the original police conclusions about the Yitzhak Rabin murder. They
are in three pages. On the first page the police conclude that Yigal Amir could
not possibly have been the murderer. The police cleared him and I have the
proof. This should blow things open. And I have follow-up proof of
tampering. The next page's conclusion is that Yigal Amir was likely guilty and by
the third revision, the police decide that he is the murderer. The whole
genesis of the coverup is on these pages."
      Natan is putting these documents on the open market. Only serious
inquiries may write to  gfn@inter.net.il    NO, I don't get a cut.
      Next, he lit into me about a supposed mistake in the previous
article. I had written the name of the mysterious Yitzhak Rabin bodyguard murdered
the same night as the prime minister; Tzvi Forster. Natan insisted,
"Forster was the Shabak agent who murdered Rahel Heller in '73."
      "I thought Yoram Bichovsky was the prime suspect."
      "He didn't do it, Forster did and I don't believe he was still in the
Shabak twenty two years later."
      So, I contacted Bichovsky's lawyer, Chaim Misgav, who does believe
his client was innocent and asked him about Tzvi Forster. He replied, "I
don't recall hearing his name in any of the proceedings."
      From Natan, the tape led to a friend of a bodyguard who took me aside
at my newspaper kiosk. "My friend was a Shabak bodyguard and I've got news
for you. The Shabak owns most of the gun shops in the country and they let
their agents run them. It's good for money and keeping tabs on who has
guns. My friend shared responsibility for a shop near Tel Aviv and he was
called away on assignment to South Africa. There he was quickly gunned down
by a 'robber' outside his hotel. That's how it was reported, anyway. He
never said so, never said not, but I think he was one of Yitzhak Rabin's guards.
Now, Yoram Rubin (Yitzhak Rabin's bodyguard and real murderer) was given a gun shop
in Netanya to operate with his brother. I heard he was just given an
assignment in Egypt. Take my word for it, this won't be a long assignment."
     The tape then went public. It seems that Kach had spread a leaflet
throughout Judea and Samaria accusing me of being a Shabak agent because I
was accusing "those who most care about Israel." of being Shabak agents.
The left wing weekend supplement of Haaretz, Kol Ha'ir interviewed me about
the leaflet. I explained that Kach people were out in full force  in the
month before the Yitzhak Rabin assassination. Evigdor Eskin performed his Pulsa
Dinara, death curse on Yitzhak Rabin, Itamar Ben Gvir put a death threat of Yitzhak Rabin's
car, Avishai Raviv had infiltrated Kach etc. Then I mentioned the tape and
Yigal Amir's contention within that he had heard that Avishai Raviv had given
Itamar Ben Gvir a gun with blanks and that he was going to shoot Yitzhak Rabin with it.
      The tape made the news. The newspaper quoted me, "This proves I'm not
working for the far right like the media claimed, but for the truth." The
approach was serious and a nice color photo accompanied the article. The
left is warming towards me somewhat. I gave three lectures to left wing
audiences recently. Even the stalwart Kibbutz Yotvata near Eilat, flew me
in for a speech.
      The article led to responses. Natan Gefen commented about Kach leader
Noam Federman, "He's a real shmuck. He told me he opposes my work and is
working to give Yigal Amir the full credit he deserves. They want Yigal Amir to be the
murderer no matter what the evidence."
      And now from the left: "Remember last month the Shabak found three
bombs in Federman's car. We knew the story was fishy from the start but we
assumed it was an Avishai-Raviv type operation to blame the settlers for
some outrage. The outrage came a couple of days later when three Arabs were
killed in a drive-by shooting and Raviv's old organization took
responsibility. Then it turned out that the driver of the van was an
intelligence officer not liked by Arafat and blaming a straw Jewish group
for his murder served a lot of purposes.
      "Now look what the effect was on Federman. By blaming the Shabak, he
planted the message that they are my enemy. Then his wife got a huge story
in Maariv restating the Shabak planted the bombs angle. So now, any
suspicions of Federman's ties to the Shabak are erased. But we know that
Kach was involved in the atmosphere creation before the Yitzhak Rabin murder
because of the Ben Eliezer incident."
      This week the Labor Party held a leadership vote. Two thugs, Avraham
Burg and Binyamin Ben Eliezer vied for the votes. Burg is currently being
investigated by the State Comptroller for corruption while he was head of
the Jewish Agency. He liked to pilfer money and take his friends and family
on little jaunts to expensive hotels. Ben Eliezer had already been
investigated as Housing Minister for bribing Arab councils with ministry
allocations in return for voting Labor.
     Burg was also leader of the EU and CIA-funded Peace Now movement. He
was apparently the winner of the contest which means that Labor will be no
different than Meretz from now on. Except Ben Eliezer discovered vote
fraud. And as he digs deeper in his own police investigation, here is what
he will discover.
      A couple of months back, Burg was in Washington meeting with lots of
Council On Foreign Relations (CFR) bigwigs like Powell, Rice and both
Clintons. They liked him a whole lot and promised to finance and arrange
his ascension to the leadership of the Labor Party. They used a trick
described in detail by me and Joel Bainerman in the March 14/94 edition of
the National Review. They got the PLO to decide the winner.
     Only about a quarter of all Jewish voters bothered to cast ballots and
they overwhelmingly supported Ben Eliezer. But over 80% of eligible Arabs
voted and literally ALL chose Burg. Ben Eliezer knows that after bribing so
many Arab municipal leaders for so long that this is impossible. But he's
wrong, as he shall soon discover. When the PLO orders Israeli Arabs to vote
for one candidate, they obey. And that's how Burg won, the same way Yitzhak Rabin
won in 1992. Now all Burg has to do is win a national election and return
his favors to the CFR and Arafat by dismantling the state."
     Next, I get a phone call from a neighbor of Burg's. "The kippa he's
wearing is phoney," he said. "Burg isn't religious. He lives across from
me. The lights go on and off all Shabbat and more."
     Back to the reporter from the left. "Remember before the murder, these
Kach kids jumped on Ben Eliezer's car while he was in it, supposedly
threatening his life. Ben Eliezer was in on the setup. If he was threatened
like that for real, his bodyguards would have started shooting them off the
roof and hood one by one. He was in on the incitements, though nobody
thinks he knew it would lead to Yitzhak Rabin's murder."
     I meet another left wing reporter, Greer Faye Cashman of the Jerusalem
Post. She is one of the most informed, astute reporters in Israel and her
paper isn't giving her a chance to really strut her stuff. Her first
observation never occurred to me. It was about the bloodied song sheet
Yitzhak Rabin put in his side jacket pocket: "How would the blood have gotten on
the sheet unless it was put there? Yitzhak Rabin's jacket was open, if he was shot
lying down like they said, the flap of the jacket would have fallen away
from his chest."
     Then she passed on a solution to one of the great mysteries of today:
Why is Yitzhak Rabin's daughter Dahlia sitting in the same cabinet with Shimon Peres and
even hugging him publicly. A common answer is a little conversation that
went like this: "You mother went too far and I'm sorry she's gone. Don't
let it happen to your children. They don't deserve to be that sick."
     Greer put an end to such thinking: "The way I hear it is Dahlia
Pelosoff wanted to be Deputy Security Minister so she could have access to
the files about her father's murder. But the Shimon Peres appointees are feeding
her the wrong information. I hear the Yitzhak Rabin children want the truth out and
Yuval is coming back to Israel soon to campaign for it." Greer's
information is confirmed by the Arutz Sheva Arab Affairs reporter Yehoshua
Meiri who tells me, "Yuval Yitzhak Rabin wants it out and doesn't care anymore who
gets hurt."
     I cross the street and enter Gefen Books, publisher of the Hebrew and
Russian versions of Who Murdered Yitzhak Rabin. I am meeting the wife and
friend of Victor Mordechai, author of a powerful book called  Is Fanatic
Islam A Global Threat? I'm issuing a recommendation and NO I don't get a
cut. To order in the US call 1 800 540 0828  In Israel fax: 02 6290574 Ext.
7157.
     I step outside to inhale some fresh nicotine when I see a gentleman
photographing us from a white Mitsubishi van across the street. I bring
everyone out to see, he spots us and takes off. His license is  60 061 62
(possibly 02). Can anyone hack into the Motor Vehicle Office computers?
     I take a trip to Efrat to show the Yigal Amir tape to a small group who know
the issues. It's an advanced intelligence gathering. Interesting
information emerges, very interesting. It was an Efrat researcher, David
Bedein, who uncovered Yigal's mother, Geula Yigal Amir's, own strange
intelligence ties.
     In 1974, Geula Yigal Amir led a letter writing campaign to release a female
Mossad spy held by Norway, after a bungled hit in the city of Lillehammer.
"Why she was chosen for the job isn't certain but she was the niece of that
crooked Histadrut head, Yisrael Kessar. The intelligence ties of the Yigal Amir
family are far deeper and go back a lot farther than anyone knows."
     The week is winding down. Sharon flies to Moscow. Now did anyone
report that King Juan Carlos was also in Moscow that day? Well he was.

     Sharon is run by the top of the New World Order. The Europeans are
planning their next slaughter of the Jews and Sharon is playing with their
leader and not telling anyone about it. It's what happens when outsiders
completely corrupt the political leadership of the Jews. The Yigal Amir tape led
to the deepest crevices barely concealing the rot.
     A story being told goes like this. A Palestinian and settler are
complaining about their governments. "Arafat is a thief." says the
Palestinian, "All he does is rob us and get us killed. When will we get an
honest leader and put an end to the suffering?"
     The settler retorts, "And our government has lied to us all and sold
out our heritage to terrorists. When will the suffering end?"
      "Well," answers the Palestinian. "At least yours won't last for long."

end

announcements:

The planned rally outside the attorney general's office on Nov. 4,
demanding a reinvestigation of the Yitzhak Rabin assassination, is gathering steam.
Wanna join in?




I received documentation about an American prisoner named William Ross. The
material strongly suggests that he was framed because of an association
with Robert Manning. The  material sent isn't conclusive enough. Does
anyone have a smoking gun to help Ross cause?