For the New World Order, a world government is just the beginning. Once in place they can engage their plan to exterminate 80% of the world's population, while enabling the "elites" to live forever with the aid of advanced technology. For the first time, crusading filmmaker ALEX JONES reveals their secret plan for humanity's extermination: Operation ENDGAME.
Jones chronicles the history of the global elite's bloody rise to power and reveals how they have funded dictators and financed the bloodiest wars—creating order out of chaos to pave the way for the first true world empire.
- Watch as Jones and his team
track the elusive Bilderberg Group to Ottawa
and Istanbul to document their secret summits,
allowing you to witness global kingpins setting
the world's agenda and instigating World War
- Learn about the formation of the North America transportation control grid, which will end U.S. sovereignty forever.
- Discover how the practitioners of the pseudo-science eugenics have taken control of governments worldwide as a means to carry out depopulation.
- View the progress of the coming collapse of the United States and the formation of the North American Union
Endgame: How Dare Alex Jones Tell the Truthby Kurt Nimmo
October 25, 2007
Alex Jones’ Endgame is a horror film. It’s creepier than Nosferatu, the German Expressionist film featuring the vampire Count Orlok. Endgame, Blueprint for Global Enslavement, has its own cast of imperial functionaries, although they are not vampires, not exactly. Vampires are preternatural beings, fictional reanimated corpses, the stuff of Bram Stoker novels and low budget movies, whereas the cast of characters revealed in Endgame are flesh and blood, craven yet mundane, although it can be said they shirk the light of day or rather what sunshine announces same as their fictive counterparts.
No, the monsters of Endgame are real, they do not evaporate when the cinema lights go up or the last page is flipped. Endgame’s miscreations are older than the sort of European folklore responsible for the myth of Dracula, more ruthless an supposedly unstoppable than John Carpenter’s Michael Myers.
Eugenics is the horror behind Endgame. Not warm and fuzzy altruism in search of higher IQs and a beneficial reduction of disease, but rather mass extermination, social Darwinism, and the dysgenic dreams of the ruling elite who are determined, as the Georgia Guidestones concede, to reduce the world population to a mere 500,000,000 “in perpetual balance with nature.”
Endgame spells out in chilling detail how the blue-blood, aristocratic, wealthy elite played a central role in the development of eugenics, resulting not only in the Eugenics Record Office in America, located in Cold Spring Harbor in New York, and responsible for mass sterilization, but also responsible for the Kaiser Wilhelm Institutes that ultimately led to the Nazi eugenics program terminating at the end of the rail line in Auschwitz. For as Rockefeller factotum Merton Lambert once averred, “The world has a cancer, and that cancer is man.”
Merton was not talking about his boss, but rather you and me, the commoners, the disease to be cured by the “particularly deadly virus” envisioned by the misanthrope Prince Philip. Hitler’s ultimate failure did not put a damper to eugenics. It is alive and well today in the environmental movement, well oiled by Rockefeller foundations and stealth NGOs.
Like Erin Alfaro, writing for National Expositor, I was kept awake at night after watching Endgame. “Rarely does a documentary stir the mind so much that it keeps you awake at night, plotting your escape from a seemingly unchangeable future,” writes Alfaro.
Of course, the future is not unchangeable, although it may seem that way. Endgame, as a well-produced yet bone-chilling documentary, is just the tool required to foment change, beginning with the startled awareness of what our appointed leaders, more scary than anything George Romero or Stephen King might conjure, have in mind for us.
Just the other day, Bill Clinton—the Rhodes scholar student of New World Order historian Carroll Quigley, groomed for the presidency by the Bilderbergers—admonished a brave handful of 9/11 truthseekers for the crime of speaking up. “How dare you. How dare you,” Clinton imperiously growled as the truthseekers declared 9/11 to be an inside job. “I’ll be glad to talk to you if you shut up and let me talk.”
Naturally, Clinton and his one-world pedigree of hand-picked insiders, determined to cull the masses, are not inclined to let us, the commoners, talk, although they do insist we shut up and let them talk—incessantly and sans meaningful opposition, as aristocrats are perennially accustomed.
How dare Alex Jones tell the truth. How dare he make Endgame, certainly a horror film, and reveal the ghastly master plan designed to not only enslave the planet but reduce its numbers in psychopathic fashion.
Endgame is surely impertinence of the sort the elite not only detest, but decidedly fear same as the cockroach fears and scurries when a light is switched on.