Winning Without Victory
a political and romantic fiction novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
Volume 3 of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose

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Chapter 11 - Perfidious Albion



      I sat down as requested, but with a sigh, as if in protest. "If you are telling the truth," I said to the man, "then I have news for you. You won't get away with what you are planning."

      "Who is going to stop us?" said the man and laughed, almost mocking me. "There exists no power in the universe that can stop us; no institution; no government; no religion; no society; nobody; nowhere; certainly not you guys. You might as well face the facts that whoever you think could stop us we already own and utilize for our purposes. So, who do you think would stand against us?"

      "We will," I said quietly. "We won't be a part of this."

      Palmerston laughed again. "Sure you will," he said in a mocking tone, but with a smile. "You have no idea what games are being played. You don't even know what the cruise missile incidence was all about, and you may never find out."

      "I know enough," I said sharply. "I saw what I saw. Washington or Baltimore came within inches of being history."

      "You saw nothing, my friend," said Palmerston, still smiling. "Your problem is that you're taking things at face value. You believe what you see. How silly of you! You live in a make-believe world, my friend. You don't see the real world. In the real world, Washington was never in danger. Why do you think we launched the cruise missile right over the top of your monitoring station? We wanted you to bring it down. We knew you could stop it. We know what capabilities you have. Well, almost, we do. We have merely failed to realize that your sensors couldn't detect a cruise missile in the midst of a thunderstorm. There are always some risks involved in any game. In any case, everything turned out as planned."

      "You planned this?" I interrupted the man. "This accidental launching wasn't an accident? You launched this thing right over the top of our surveillance station on purpose? I almost suspected something like that, but..."

      "There is a lot one can do with remote control," the man interrupted me in mid-sentence. "As you can see, you didn't suspect correctly. The sailors on the boat had nothing to do with that."

      He was showing signs of becoming impatient. I could sense it in his voice. "You should take some lessons from a real chess master," he said. "A great master of the game will play several levels of strategy simultaneously. He will play an offensive that draws you out, while the real offensive remains carefully hidden as a game within the game, sometimes several levels deep. I can guarantee you that what you will see on the surface in such a game will never have anything to do with the real intent. That's how a great master plays the game. That's also the way we play our games, multiple levels deep. We rearrange the entire world and shape its course our way, without anyone knowing it, or even reacting to it, because no one can ever tell what the real intent is at the deepest level."

      "I am not as dumb as you think that I would believe that," I countered the man. "There is no way that you can be the only player in the world and the master of the game at every level. The world is far too wide for that. There are countless mobs or gangs and underground organizations in the world. Some are like little empires. Also there are sovereign governments to contend with, all playing their own games, and some with pretty powerful people at the helm."

      The man just laughed again in his typical, irritating, rhythmic manner that he didn't seem to be really aware of. Or was it all part of another game?

      "You are right," he said. "We are not the global World-Empire yet, but we are getting close. Nor do we intent to play every game. It's too tedious. But we are the Empire. We do define every game that is being played. And we define the level at which the games are played. The details don't really concern us. We are the undisputed champions in running the games. We define the aspects. If we were to control all the details of the game at every level we would be far too exposed. So we let other people play their game in their own little way, within the parameters that we set out for them, or they themselves set out. For instance, we know how a rook moves, or a castle. We deploy each piece in its own way, as we need it. It's like playing chess. A rook, for example, moves in a certain way. A good player utilizes this characteristic to the best possible advantage. We do the same. We let the rooks move the way they do, and the castles, and so on. We just tell them where to go. Consider them to be our contractors, our chess pieces."

      He paused and looked me into the eye. "Your knowledge of history leaves much to be desired," he said. "You obviously don't know what a private empire is and how it was developed. For this you have to think back to 1763, to the Treaty of Paris. That was the point in history when the East India Company in Britain became a private empire, the first private world-empire on the face of the planet. And it was a complete empire. The East India Company owned the central banking system in Britain as one of its far-flung private enterprises. As the company expanded, other nations' private central banks became incorporated into the club, or became attached to it. America became a part of this private club reluctantly. It was dragged into it in 1913 with the founding of the private Federal Reserve central banking system. From this moment on we owned America. We owned its currency and its credit creation, and with it we owned its economy, just as we now own every other nation's economy, with a few exceptions of course.

      "The very key to the world-economy is thereby privately owned by us," he said emphatically. "That's what makes us an empire. Our far-flung private ownership of humanity makes almost us a world-empire already. Soon we will be all there is, the 'last man standing', the one World-Empire, the only one on the planet."

      He stood up at this point as if to lecture. "Right from the beginning, from the early days of the East India Company, we owned huge nations. We owned India of course. We owned China for a while. We lost the American colonies for a season, but even when we lost them we largely owned them anyway. When colonialism became a dirty word, we changed the game slightly and gave it a new form. In today's world colonialism is called globalism, as I said earlier. The name has changed, but the slavery remains the same. The empire is easier to run that way, and nobody objects. People really believe that the globalism that we invented, is the globalization of good that you referred to earlier. It's the opposite, of course. We also invented the privatization movement. We demanded it as a part of our hidden colonialism, which nobody recognizes as such. When you want to run a private empire, you've got to privatize everything that is of value, and then work through private contractors. The privatization movement enabled us to do this without transparency standing in the way. Conspiracies need to remain private. We now own as private property almost everything that society depends on for its existence.

      "In this way we own society," he said and began to smile. "We own almost all of the resources of the world, privately, and most of its food production and distribution. We quite literally own the lives of humanity. We determine who eats and who doesn't, and how much you pay for gasoline at the pump, or for the electricity that lights your light bulb. It's all under our control through our private contractors, our rooks and pawns and castles. We also own most of the news distribution networks in much of the world. We determine what people think. We give the public its opinion. We own the governments to a large degree. We have even begun to get most of the national defense functions privatized, which we now own. We determine how prisoners are treated, and how the soldiers and the veterans are treated, and what kind of medical care they receive, if any. We are the Empire. Nothing much happens in the world that isn't owned and controlled by us."

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