August 6, 2024
Part 1
Brothers and Sisters this will be the longest note so far. For starters, please read an email from my youngest, Donald Puzin Motch, a professional athlete, who is 25. Donald’s maternal Grandfather, the late Colonel Oleksiy Puzin, is hands down the Bravest Man – Little Bobby ever met. There will be more about my Good Friend, The Colonel in the fullness of time.
Howdy Pops,
I hope you’re well today, I am in contact with Ellen to get the ball rolling with whats left to do over in Tanz.
I’ve read the last posts regarding Yale, Bush, and the whole intertwined darkness that they’re involved in. When I first read these articles I always begin by thinking how does this come to be? How can so many people hold power for so long and how can people willingly participate in this? You take someone like Bush who is able to hold a lie in front of the whole world with millions of innocent deaths as a direct connection for what he’s done, and he is still able to continue his day’s and duties. And obviously it’s not just him, this is, as you say, a game within a game. These “games” have so many layers and people that are able to do whatever their power wants and face no repercussions. It takes a true level of Evil to be like “them”. It seems the world’s leaders get to where they are not because they want to better the world, but they want to join in on the power that is at the top. I look forward to reading more about the Bush family in your next note.
Tonight I am watching JFK with my good friend Edgar, I told him how great the movie is and he’ll be spending the night tonight.
I love you Dad
Donald
I wish MANKIND in general had Donald’s level of understanding. “It seems the world’s leaders get to where they are not because they want to better the world, but they want to join in on the power that is at the top.”
All my webmaster and I can do is provide links, which we did yesterday to give more insight into the owl’s den, bohemian grove. At the bohemian club in San Francisco, their totem an owl is carved on the exterior in stone for all to see. The Bohemian Club – Bohemian Club An owl is also on the cover of their annuls which are published ever 10 years. According to the link: “there are about 2,600 active members and a sizeable waiting list for admission.”
George skull Bush sr. and George bones jr. had their picture taken together in I believe it was 1995, when sr. introduced jr. before that sack of bones fecal gave a speech at the owl’s lakeside podium.
Masters of the Universe Go to Camp: Inside the Bohemian Grove (ucsc.edu) is the best breakdown of the owl pack I’ve read. Penned by Mr. Philip Weiss and published in Spy Magazine, November 1989. Next are some of the most info filled paragraphs:
Proudly Kissinger reeled off the names of some of his fellow campers: “Nick Brady and his brother is here.” (Brady was the U.S. Treasury Secretary at the time.) “Tom Johnson is here.” (Then the publisher of the Los Angeles Times, who had copies of his newspaper shipped up every day.) “That Indian is here, Bajpai.” (He meant Shankar Bajpai, former ambassador to the U.S.) “Today they had a Russian.”
The Russian was the physicist Roald Sagdeev, a member of the Soviet Supreme Council of People’s Deputies, who had given a speech to Kissinger and many other powerful men too. George Shultz, the former secretary of State, wearing hiking boots, had listened while sitting under a tree…
Meanwhile, Kissinger had been offering Rocard advice: “I told him, ‘Do anything you want, hide in the bushes — just don’t let them see you.'” Rocard was Michel Rocard, the prime minister of France, and this was a secret trip. No one was supposed to know he was peering up at ospreys and turkey vultures and hearing Soviet speakers along with former American secretaries of State and the present secretary of the Treasury. And David Rockefeller too. And Dwayne Andreas, the chairman of Archer-Daniels-Midland. Merv Griffin. Walter Cronkite.
No one was supposed to know that Rocard himself would be speaking the next day down by the lake,… Hmm, Walter cbs news Cronkite, and now back to Mr. Weiss:
Every summer for more than a century, the all-male Bohemian Club of San Francisco has led a retreat into a redwood forest 70 miles north of the city, four and a quarter square miles of rugged, majestic terrain that members consider sacred….
Today the Grove is stocked with Reaganites. Former Defense secretary Caspar W. Weinberger, former attorney general William French Smith and former Transportation secretary Drew Lewis are all members. At the encampment last July, Al Haig was there, along with three other former secretaries of State: Kissinger, Shultz and William P. Rogers (Rogers as a guest of former national security adviser William P. Clark’s). James A. Baker III, the current secretary of State, is also a member, but he couldn’t make it this year. The right-wing Hoover Institution at Stanford attended in full force and brought along the president of Washington’s Heritage Foundation. William F. Buckley Jr. and Malcolm Forbes held court.
Big business shows up: Thomas Watson Jr. of IBM, billionaire John Kluge of Metromedia. Former Bank of America chairman Samuel Armacost brought IBM chairman John F. Akers, Bechtel chairman S. D. Bechtel Jr. brought Amoco chairman Richard Morrow. Noted and hoary writers and personalities are members: Herman Wouk, Art Linkletter, Fred Travalena. Scenting power, press lords skip in from all over the country: Joe Albritton, former owner of The Washington Star; Charles E. Scripps and Otto Silha of Cowles Media; the McClatchys of the McClatchy chain; and David Gergen of U.S. News & World Report all obey the Bohemian command of keeping the goings-on from their readers.
…Also, it seemed possible that Ronald Reagan himself might make a triumphant return to his longtime camp, Owl’s Nest. While president he had avoided the Grove, a custom Nixon cemented in 1971 when he canceled a speech planned for the lakeside in the secret encampment after the press insisted on covering it.
…One day I drove up to the front gate and got a daunting glimpse of what looked like the Grove sheriff, a barrel like figure in a Smokey the Bear hat. A set of checkpoints like the Berlin Wall seemed to stretch out behind him.
But by then I’d made my connection, My driver was Mary Moore, an Earth Mother type with long silvery-blond hair who is the most active member of a distinctly Californian left-wing group called the Bohemian Grove Action Network. Moore agreed to help me get in, providing me with a sort of underground railroad. She put at my service a mountain guide who demanded only that I keep the methods he devised for me confidential.
Sisters, I contacted Miss Mary Moore in I think it was 2010 and Miss Mary mailed me the entire list of owls, guests and their campgrounds for 2008, plus the powers that be damn sure know it. Reality cia, dia, fbi, nsa and the rest have been reading my emails and listening to my phone conversations since late December 1998, after I got up in bilderberg and trilateral wolf two socks Clinton’s face with This Is WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Weiss: My imposture included misrepresenting myself in conversation with other campers, and my story kept changing as I learned more about how life inside was organized. I said I was a guest of Bromley camp, where unsortable visitors end up. At 33, 1 was one of the youngest Bohemians, but I was welcome almost as a policy matter. “We looked around and saw we were becoming an old-men’s club,” a member said, explaining recent efforts to recruit fresh blood. Being from New York was fine; the Grove limits retreat guests to out-of-staters (though clamoring by well-connected Californians to visit the forest has resulted in the rise of the June “Spring Jinks” weekend). I used my real name. No one inside acted suspicious, but paranoia about the Grove seemed justified, and I brought along my own version of cyanide: Interol, a tranquilizer used by actors to counteract stage fright. One day a member asked if I was related to a Bohemian named Jack Weiss. “No, but I’ve heard a lot about him and I’d like to meet him.” “You can’t,” he said. “He’s dead.” After that I began working a dead West Coast relative’s promise to have me out to the Grove one summer into a shaggy-dog story about my invitation.
During the day, idleness is encouraged. There are few rules, the most famous one being “Weaving Spiders Come Not Here” — in other words, don’t do business in the Grove. The rule is widely ignored. Another, unwritten rule is that everyone drink — and that everyone drink all the time. This rule is strictly adhered to….
Every year there are new wrinkles on the cremation ceremony. The big improvement this year was to project a sort of hologram onto the owl’s face so that its beak seemed to move. Also, it was Walter Cronkite talking. (Cronkite camps in Hill Billies along with George H.W. Bush, William F. Buckley Jr. and former astronaut and ex-Eastern Air Lines chairman Frank Borman.) Cronkite, as the owl, said that the only way Care could be cremated was to use fire from the Lamp of Fellowship before him, an “eternal” gas flame that burns day and night while the encampment is on.
Hmm. William “Bill” skull & bones, “national review” Buckley, Christopher skull & dung Buckley’s deceased may he rot in hell father.
The important men come out for the Lakeside Talks, and each speaker seems to assume that his audience can actually do something about the issues raised, which, of course, it can. On the first weekend, for instance, Associated Press president Louis Boccardi, addressing his listeners as men of “power and rank,” gave them more details than he said he was willing to give his readers about the plight of Terry Anderson, the Middle East correspondent held hostage since 1985. It was a transparent plea for help.
Other Lakeside speaking is more indulgent. Here Nicholas Brady examined the history of the Jockey Club. Here William Buckley described how he had sat at his desk and cried upon learning of Whittaker Chambers’s death. Here Henry Kissinger made a bathroom pun on the name of his friend Lee Kuan Yew, who was in attendance — the sort of joke that the people of Singapore, whom Lee rules with such authoritarian zeal, are not free to make in public. The speeches are presented as off-the-record — one of the absurdities of Grove life, given that they are open to several thousand people. As the Soviet Sagdeyev said in his speech, “There is no glasnost here.”
In 1982 reporters followed German chancellor Helmut Schmidt co the Grove gates, and the front page of the Christian Science Monitor termed the Grove “the West’s hidden summit.” This year Rocard’s visit went unreported. A week after the encampment, a Washington correspondent for a French paper insisted to me that the last time the prime minister had visited the U.S. was a year and a half ago.
“One of the contemporary myths about the Bohemian Club is that it is a gathering and decision-making place for national and international ‘power brokers,”‘ the club’s then-president said in 1980. In fact, the encampment has always had political significance. Richard Nixon, Barry Goldwater and Nelson Rockefeller all stopped in as they geared up for their respective presidential campaigns. Politicians say there is no place like the Grove to help get a campaign rolling. No wonder this year’s guest list included the two biggest congressional bagmen of recent years: Representative Tony Coelho, former chairman of the House Democratic Campaign Committee, and Representative Guy Vanderjagt, his counterpart on the Republican committee. These men were interested in something more than pseudo-Druidic rituals.
…It was the same bar-lodge-motel where the local police had arrested a man for pandering a few years back. The bust came right after a Lakeside Talk by William Webster, then the FBI director, and the timing suggested it was his doing. But the charges were dropped, and the man is remembered fondly in the Grove…. Ladies and Gentlemen, the entire piece is very informative.
Six of former cia and fbi director, then alfalfa club member William Webster’s dining pals in 2011 were four sorry assed senators, Jane trilateral wolf Harmon and the deceased Sandra supreme sludge/judge O’Connor’s son Scott, who may be a member of the owl pack, his father John was.
Blacks ask liar for hire Clarence lawyer, supreme sludge Thomas, have you been to bohemian grove? If he denies it, he is lying as usual; hell that’s all lawyers do, and that two-bit nuthin pack of bitches & bastards insists their profession is honorable. Which in one word is BULLSHIT, plain and simple.
Please read the letter in this link https://www.reaganlibrary.gov/
Until then