The Most Majestic One in the
Pinky, must you continue to dress Doug in dresses? My God, woman, one day the boy’ll be a soldier.
Oh, Arthur … he’s only two … and he’s so beautiful.
Well … for God’s sake, Pinky, at least cut his hair.
Mary Pinkney Hardy was known as Pinky to her friends. Reared on the Hardy family plantation in Virginia, young Pinky developed into a proper Southern Belle – very well-bred, well- educated and well-mannered.
Pinky became a beautiful young lady and a bit of a fiery one. She even went against her family’s foremost wishes and married a Yankee. He was a young soldier who had won the coveted and honored Congressional Medal of Honor fighting for the North against Pinky’s beloved South.
But in Pinky’s fertile mind, the North’s aggression against the South was over, and as a good Christian, she was trying to forgive the Yankees their sins.
So, Pinky became a dutiful wife to the American army officer she married, following him from one bleak army post to another.
In time, frail little Douglas was born. Pinky home schooled him in one army post after another. In that loving and long process, little Doug grew into becoming a momma’s boy – but a boy who idolized his father.
Doug was determined to emulate his father in every possible way. Even at a young age he resolved to become an army general like his father.
And an army general he became – the greatest his country ever produced. Perhaps the greatest in the history of the world.
General Douglas MacArthur.*
- MacArthur won ten Distinguished Service Crosses, six Silver Stars, two Purple Hearts, the Congressional Medal of Honor and a warm place in the hearts of all Americans who know his true story. In fact, General MacArthur won every medal and honor the United States can bestow on one of its soldiers.
The Early Days
There is an element of perverseness that lurks in the minds of men who are repulsed when within the sight or sound of legitimate greatness or true nobility.
Who knows if such a perversity is merely a stimulus-response reaction or a calculated deliberateness, but the great American hero, Douglas (no middle name) MacArthur has always suffered with attacks from others because by being better at everything than anyone else.
The driving force of such uncommon greatness? His mother, Pinky, and of course, his father.
Due to a curvature in his spine, young Douglas’ application to West Point was twice rejected. It was something the indomitable Pinky never accepted.
The lady being a force to reckon with decided something had to be done. Did the idiots at West Point really think they could keep her son from his God-ordained schooling at West Point, all because of a curved spine? The fools!
Out went letters to everyone Pinky knew who had an ounce of influence. All that is provable.
What is not provable is what else Pinky did along the lines of twisting arms. But until the dimwitted West Point authorities came to their senses, she put Douglas through a daily grind of rigorous study.
Then when Douglas’ acceptance to West Point came through, she packed bags, for both herself and her son. Yes, Pinky went to West Point with her Dougie.
“Goodbye, sweetheart. Doug and I’ll see you next summer,” she told her husband – the general – before getting on a train in San Antonio bound for New York.
Pinky moved into a suite at Craney’s Hotel overlooking the West Point campus. She wanted to make sure she had a view of Doug’s room, so she’d know if his light was on at night.
“I’ll know if you’re studying or not, Doug, by your night light.”
Pinkie’s efforts (and some exerted by her son) paid off. In 1903, Douglas graduated first in his class. Even Robert E. Lee only graduated second in his class.*
*Who graduated first in Robert E. Lee’s class? Probably someone who never got around to doing any general-ing.
One wonders what Pinky would have thought if, upon Doug’s graduation, she would have known he would one day return to West Point academy as its superintendent. Maybe she already knew it; such were the truly amazing abilities of Pinky Hardy-MacArthur.
But what no one could have imagined, not even a Hollywood screenwriter, were the heights little Dougie, curved back and all, would eventually scale.
Soon enough, President Woodrow Wilson betrayed his promise to the American people of not getting them involved in “that” European war. He turned “that” war into World War I with his declaration of war on Germany.
Unlike other American field-grade officers in times of war, MacArthur, now a colonel, finished his paperwork as soon as he could so he could join his troops on the front lines. In World War I, the front lines meant the muddy trenches. He felt his troops should see him sharing the real possibility of instant death.
Time and again, Colonel MacArthur led his troops out of their trenches toward enemy machine-gun fire, yelling and waving a riding crop.
“There’s no German bullet with my name on it,” he boasted.
Still, the colonel was twice gassed, for which he was awarded Purple Hearts.
Strikingly handsome, larger than life, and with a movie star’s persona, the Colonel’s troops called MacArthur The Fighting Dude.
And fight Douglas MacArthur did, being cited an amazing seventeen times for bravery under fire.
MacArthur emerged from World War I as the youngest Brigadier General (age 38), and the most combat-decorated brigadier in American history.
By the end of his brilliant military career, General MacArthur had fought in three major wars, won six Silver Stars, ten Distinguished Service Crosses, and the Congressional Medal of Honor.
But, the Fighting Dude aroused some extreme love/hate emotions amongst his troops and the American public. The haters, I suspect, were those who could not countenance arrogance even in those who were truly worthy of it.
Douglas’ father, the Congressional Medal of Honor winner General Arthur MacArthur, was dismissed from the US Army.
For being a traitor to America?
For being a coward under fire?
No and no. He was booted out of the army for his arrogance, certainly by men who had never witnessed a shot fired in anger – army officers who were no more than government paid politicians.
Still Douglas MacArthur being Douglas MacArthur, a man with a man’s normal sexual appetites, some of his own bad judgment, and generated mischief lay ahead of him.
Back to West Point and marriage
Once Douglas was but a lowly uniform in West Point’s Long Gray Line. Now he would return to the hallowed grounds of the institution as its superintendent. The appointment is said to have come from General Black Jack Pershing, the commander of the US Expeditionary Forces in the First World War. He was the man who pinned many medals on the chest of MacArthur – he was also a man Douglas held in suspicion.
In his usual flamboyance, however, General MacArthur began to remake West Point, an institution badly in need of remaking.
Finally, General Jack Pershing’s hidden hostility toward MacArthur showed itself. He dismissed MacArthur from West Point, calling him a showoff.
MacArthur was to be isolated and sent to the far-off islands of the Philippines.
Perhaps it was in retaliation, perhaps it was not, but MacArthur then stole Black Jack Pershing’s multimillion dollar heiress-lover (Henrietta Louise Cromwell-Brooks), and married her in society-rich Palm Beach, Florida.
It was the social event of the year, with hundreds of socialites from all over the world gathering in Palm Beach. General Douglas MacArthur had but one guest, the Chaplain from West Point.
General Douglas MacArthur was an American chauvinist, a self-promoter who had few, if any, close friends. The man was in his own idyllic world, in which he led America to victory after victory, even if the masses did not understand or appreciate it.
He had the kind of soul that required him to do what he thought was right, no matter how unpopular or difficult it was – except when his ego took control.
In the Philippines, MacArthur was in his element building and training a Filipino/American army … but Mrs. MacArthur? She was bored, missing Broadway nights, golf by the Atlantic in Palm Beach, the heady competition of social climbers nipping at her heels, and the adoration of rich, handsome, and powerful men.
Soon the MacArthurs agreed to a divorce on the grounds of the soldier’s poverty.
A brief but costly dalliance
It’s doubtful that Douglas shed a tear because of his divorce, for he got, or had had, the charming company of a much younger and perhaps more beautiful Filipino lady.
In 1930, MacArthur was appointed to be our youngest ever Army Chief of Staff. So, he returned to our nation’s capitol, secretly bringing with him his lovely Eurasian mistress.
MacArthur quietly installed his young love in a high-end Washington, DC, hotel suite. He then began giving her lingerie, trinkets, and jewelry, but no raincoats or overcoats.
“Why?” she asked.
“You have no reason to go outside, my dear. Your duty is indoors,” he smiled, hoping his answer was sufficient.
But pretty young girls the world over usually like excitement. So, it was not long before MacArthur’s mistress was prowling around New York, Baltimore, and other places.
When MacArthur found out about this infidelity, he decided to cut her loose with a ticket back to Manila.
The young lady, however, had no intention of returning to the islands of the Philippines. Instead, she went to gossip columnist Drew Pearson and showed him MacArthur’s love letters, each signed Daddy.
The young lady demanded thousands of dollars in hush money from Douglas, which he paid.
Why did he give her so much money, when legally, he did not have to?
No one knows for sure, but it was rumored around Washington that MacArthur paid the hush money to keep his mother, Pinky, from finding out he had been sleeping with a lady out of wedlock.
The Bonus Army
In the spring of 1932, President Herbert Hoover maneuvered out of a tight political spot by using MacArthur as his fall guy. And fall MacArthur did. What he was commanded to do and did do would forever be a blemish on his otherwise spotless military career to date.
About 17,000 military-service veterans descended on Washington, DC, all demanding bonus money that had been promised them by the US government for serving during the First World War.
President Herbert Hoover ordered his Attorney General William D. Mitchell to have Army Chief of Staff General Douglas MacArthur drive out the protesting veterans.
MacArthur followed his presidential orders, incurring no bloodshed, but the Washington press made sure he would be shamed for it forevermore.
It is ironical that MacArthur was later, during the Korean War, condemned for disobeying presidential orders.
Generals Dwight Eisenhower and George Patton were also involved with ousting the Bonus Army veterans, but their names carry no stain as a result.
Whoever controlled the American media always seemed to have it in for General Douglas MacArthur.
The next year, MacArthur’s distant cousin, Franklin D. Roosevelt, assumed the office of the Presidency. In a joking mood, Roosevelt said to MacArthur …
Douglas, you are our best general, but I think you’d be our worst politician.
1935 – A bittersweet year
In 1935, with his mother, Pinky, in tow, Douglas MacArthur boarded the S.S. President Hoover for his trip back to the far off islands of the Philippines.
On the trip, Pinky became gravely ill and kept to her cabin.
At dinners, MacArthur met and got to know a cultured Southern lady who was almost nineteen years his junior.
Much like his mother, Jean Marie Faircloth, of Tennessee, was a rich, beautiful, and educated Southern belle on her way to Shanghai.
Ole Doug turned on his charm and persuaded Ms. Jean Faircloth to disembark with him in Manila.
Jean understood Douglas’ devotion to his mother and consoled him during Pinky’s illness. Fortunately for MacArthur, Jean was at his side when Pinky died later that year.
Decades later, the aging general wrote …
On the morning of April the 30th, 1937, I married Jean Marie Faircloth. It is perhaps the smartest thing I have ever done. She has been my constant friend, sweetheart, and constant supporter ever since. How she has managed to put up with my eccentricities all these years is beyond my comprehension.
The lady knew how to be a woman, wife, and mother. Her foremost happiness was to do anything she could to ease the life of her number one soldier – her general.
And as the general turned sixty, she bore him a son, whom they decided to name, Arthur, after MacArthur’s father.
The MacArthurs and all of the people of the Philippines felt the nearing dangers of an approaching war.
“Jeannie, I’m sending you back to the states,” Douglas said.
“No Douglas,” Jean responded. “My place is with you.”
Jean and Douglas drank from the same cup.
MacArthur sees the blood-stained, rising-sun flag on the horizon
General MacArthur knew that the Roosevelt administration was pushing the Japanese into a war with America with its US trade wars on Japan.
Already President Roosevelt had frozen all Japanese assets in America; and for good measure, he placed embargoes on all iron, steel, and oil going to Japan. Yes, Roosevelt wanted war with Japan, or at least the world’s ever-predatory controllers did.
They’re all warmongers in Moscow, London, and Washington – must have thought MacArthur – but none of them will ever face the horrors of combat themselves.
General MacArthur understood the savageries of war as few other men did, and as a result he despised war; but he always did his duty as he saw his duty.
He knew full well the power structure that controlled the Soviet Union, Great Britain, and America wanted war with Germany, which had already started with the Soviet Union, England, and Australia, but not yet the US.
Germany had an alliance with Japan and a Japanese attack on the US not only meant our war against Japan, but against Germany as well.
MacArthur understood these covert and traitorous machinations and so had retired from the US Army. He once said … I’ve always felt that my real enemy was behind me … in Washington.
Frustrated with Roosevelt’s obvious attempt to entice Japan into war, without building the defenses of the Filipino nation, an obvious and early Japanese target, Douglas MacArthur retired from the US Army. But the general did not retire from the military. He signed on to the Filipino Army as its supreme Field Marshall.
The opportunity gave MacArthur the opportunity to design an impressive but dignified army uniform for himself. It was all white and perhaps the most imposing uniform ever. But as usual, the media pundits back home went on their “MacArthur attack.”
“He looks like he just stepped out of some low-brow, comic opera.”
But what followed was no musical comedy. As MacArthur had predicted, Japan initiated a hot war on America, obviously due to the devastating trade wars America had been waging against Japan.
On the 7th of December, 1941, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
Now Roosevelt could inaugurate his World War II (as Woodrow Wilson had brought about World War I).
War with Japan meant war with Germany, the real target of the Global-Zio bankers who controlled Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin.*
*Later overwhelming and convincing evidence emerged proving that US cryptographers had broken the military code of Japan, which had forewarned Roosevelt of the pending Pearl Harbor attack. Roosevelt did nothing, except to make that data Top Secret for national security purposes.
Not more than seventy-two hours after the deadly Pearl Harbor attack, Japan began bombing the islands of the Philippines, just as MacArthur had predicted.
The old warhorse knew he was in a completely impossible position. For months he had been pleading with Washington for naval support of the islands in order to prevent what was now painfully occurring. Are those sons of bitches in Washington evil or just stupid, he must have wondered.
Across the Pacific and the Atlantic oceans was another distant cousin of MacArthur’s, Winston Churchill – the wartime prime minister of Great Britain.
It is said that after the Japanese began their aerial attack of the Philippines, Churchill begged President Roosevelt to quickly appoint MacArthur as the Supreme Allied Commander of the Pacific theater.
One can only but imagine the kind of conversation that transpired between those two warmongers.
“Franklin, the Aussies are going crazy with the Japs attacking the Filipinos. They’re thinking the Nips will next start bombing Sydney and Melbourne. They’re even threatening to pull their army divisions out of North Africa. You hear me, Franklin? They’re going to pull their army out of North Africa.”
“Yeah, yeah! Calm down, Winston. A man as fat as you can’t afford to get too excited. Anyway, what do you want from me?”
“What do I want from you? Franklin, you know as well as I do there’s only one man who can settle the Aussies down. And that’s Douglas.”
“What? I just got that pain in the ass off my back … Gave him to the Filipino army.”
“Franklin, Franklin, I know Douglas is a prima donna and difficult to control, but he’s the only one the Aussies have confidence in. Plus, he just might save your ass, Franklin. You want those Nips bastards invading San Francisco Bay?”
“Think he’d go for it?”
“Of course he will. You know how much he’s into that duty, honor, nation bullshit.”
And of course, MacArthur did accept the post, for all the good it would do him or anyone else in the Philippines. It was just weeks or days before his small and vastly unequipped soldiers would be killed or taken as prisoners.
It seemed as if Japanese bombs were going off around the clock, with brave American and Filipino soldiers dug-in, waiting for the onslaught of the hordes of enemy ground troops.
For days, a cavalier MacArthur walked lyrically amongst the heavy explosions, seemingly paying them no mind. He believed a leader of combat troops must always be seen as fearless.
Still, the Japanese warplanes killed many American soldiers, with the rest starving, sick, or dying.
MacArthur’s defense force retreated to Bataan, where they were soon bottled up by land, sea, and air.
MacArthur’s troops hated the Japanese, but they hated their government in Washington even more for not sending the ammunition, food, medicine, and supplies they so badly needed.
But whenever they saw their general, they would rise up on their sickbeds, smiling, and begin singing his favorite song: We’re the battlin’ bastards of Bataan … No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam …
It was around that time that the general began carrying a pistol in the hip pocket of his trousers. “They’ll never take Douglas MacArthur alive,” he proclaimed to the sick, wounded, and dying he visited.
The MacArthur name pacified the Australians not nearly long enough for Winston Churchill. Pressure was once again applied to Roosevelt: Get his [MacArthur’s] ass off Corregidor and onto Australia.
MacArthur had been fully prepared to stay and fight with his men in the Philippines, but he eventually obeyed Roosevelt’s presidential order – he took a PT boat to an airstrip from whence he flew to Australia.
On a radio broadcast to the Filipino people, he made them a most solemn promise: I shall return.
The Filipinos scraped MacArthur’s promise into the sands of beaches, it was stamped on mail, whispered in the cloisters of churches. It became the battle cry of a great underground swell that no Japanese bayonet could still – I shall return!
Once in Australia, General MacArthur said, “The president of the United States ordered me to break through Japanese lines. I came through, but … I shall return.”
General Douglas MacArthur’s promise to return echoed around the world, for the world had a genuine hero who would eventually exceed the fondest hopes of those in the allied alliance.
In Australia, MacArthur heard about the infamous Bataan Death March. It chewed at his soul and hardened his resolve to return to the Philippines.
Of his soldiers who lost their lives in the Philippines, MacArthur spoke eloquently: “I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death.”
“No army has ever done so much with so little. Nothing became it more than its last hour of trial and agony. To the weeping mothers of the dead, I can only say that the sacrifice and halo of Jesus of Nazareth descended upon their sons and God will take them unto himself.”
*It is reported that 55,000 wounded, sick, and starving soldiers were herded north to prison camps. Those who could not walk were shot.
When MacArthur did go on the offensive, he never quit. The old fox had an “out of the box” plan that was far superior to the old frontal assaults in which commanders would throw their troops at the very maximum of an enemy’s defensive strength.
In time, US soldiers began calling the MacArthur strategy the Hit ‘em where they ain’t idea.
MacArthur planned to leapfrog up the South Pacific, first taking control of the lightly held islands and building air- strips on them. Such a simple strategy would provide American troops two critically important advantages. It would give them vital air-to-ground support for every island they then attempted to take. And perhaps more importantly, it would eventually place our heavy bombers close enough to Japan to render serious damage to the enemy’s homeland, cutting off their military supplies of food, medicine, fuel, and ammunition to their troops.
Never before had a commander of any military ever fought a war over an area so many times the size of Europe, with so few war casualties. Our US generals in Europe could not believe what MacArthur was accomplishing with so few casualties. They thought it all must be government propaganda.
As the story is related, there was one particular Pacific island (I forget the name) where the Japanese leaders were sure General MacArthur would attack. And the Japanese were ready for him, with soldiers so well dug in, it would cost many American lives to dig them out.
“Sir?” asked a MacArthur aid. “How are we gonna approach the island?”
“Approach it?” thundered the general. “We’re not going to approach it at all. We’re going to bypass it.”
And if the reports are true, there were Japanese soldiers on that island who felt so dishonored by MacArthur’s bypass they committed suicide, also known as seppuku (or hara-kiri).
It has long been said that MacArthur understood the oriental mind. I do not doubt that, but more importantly, I believe he was able to quickly adapt to new circumstances. Remember, he was essentially a Victorian soldier, schooled in sabers and cavalry charges, but always master of the moment.
In our war in the Pacific, he brilliantly combined the elements of air, sea, and land attacks with an understanding of the Japanese military mind, which all resulted in one stunning MacArthur victory after another.
At long last, MacArthur’s payoff was within striking distance. His return to the Philippines was at hand. This is where we win it all, MacArthur must have told himself. A sound victory here would end the war for Japan. The best they then could hope for would be an honorable end to the war.
MacArthur was right and the Japanese high command knew it. The nation of Japan threw everything they could at MacArthur. His battles in the islands of the Philippines were the most difficult and costly, in terms of money, material, and American lives lost, of his entire war.
During the heat of the battle to rescue the Philippines from Japan, MacArthur was photographed wading ashore. The photograph gave hope to millions of people as it circled around the world.
But even back in the long gone days of the Second World War there were those who wanted to deny Americans their heroes, and Douglas MacArthur was always their prime target.
Shortly after the release of the photo of MacArthur wading ashore in the Philippines, a joke was making the rounds in the states:
Why is he wading in the ocean wetting his pants? I thought he could walk on water.
MacArthur was sickened by the losses he took in the Philippines, as he had once said, “Good commanders don’t take heavy losses.”
But on his final approach to retake the islands, MacArthur advanced 1,400 miles with only 1,400 casualties (dead and wounded), one loss for every mile gained.
In the final analysis, MacArthur lost 16,303 lives in the Philippines, while it is estimated that the Japanese lost over 336,000 lives.
But victory is ours and surely the war is over, MacArthur must have thought.
Historical American Disgrace
It seldom occurred that MacArthur underestimated the bloodlust of his seniors in Washington, but this was one of those times. Certainly, he could not have anticipated what his own brothers-in-arms would do to a ready to negotiate Japan.
Douglas MacArthur was a product of the19th century military noblesse. It was a feature of his code of honor that a warrior was to be chivalrous. He was a knight who protected women and children, only fighting other warriors.
The allied decision-makers of World War II did no fighting at all, and yet they ordered far better men into combat and urged them to commit inexorable crimes against humanity. Those at the top of the US command structure had no qualms at all when they ordered the burning alive of thousands of Japanese children. These degraded beings (who pretend to be leaders) actually targeted hundreds of thousands of non-combatants who took no part in the war.
Those career-politicians and bureaucrats are a disgrace to our country and should have been tried for crimes against humanity.
After MacArthur’s honorable victory in the Philippines, dishonorable career bureaucrats waged a firebombing war, not on the Japanese military or its industries, but on innocent Japanese children, women, and men.
To begin with, Army Air Force pilots dropped 700,000 incendiary bombs on Tokyo.
US Army reconnaissance photographs showed that 51.3 square miles of what was once Tokyo, teeming with seven million human beings, had been reduced to ashes. For months, Tokyo was left with the repulsive lingering stench of burnt human flesh.
Then a force of five hundred B-29s struck other populated areas of Japan with 4,000 more tons of incendiaries, burning vast portions of the Japanese population alive.
These firebombs and the winds they caused brought on more terror than our minds can comprehend. The heat from those white-hot cauldrons was so intense, the B-29s flying above were often buffeted upwards by over 3,500 feet.
The rationale claimed by the elite Washington murderers was that the Japanese were causing the bombings by refusing to surrender with no conditions agreed to.
It was then that US Army Air Corp General Curtis LeMay, who had been so successful in firebombing millions of German citizens, smothered the city of Yokohama with 3,200 tons of firebombs.*
*It has been estimated that in 1945 (after the war in Europe was essentially over), the US Army Air Corp and the British Royal Air Force firebombed between 250,000 to 500,000 non-combatant German civilians in the historical and cultural city of Dresden alone.
Elated with his results in Yokohama, Curtis LeMay set out to burn down even more cities. He succeeded in sixty-seven Japanese cities, which were utterly destroyed, all done after Japan was defeated.
Two Japanese cities were purposely spared firebombing, as they were to be vaporized. Atomic bombs were to be dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The United States of America has the lamentable distinction of making the first nuclear attacks on the human race.
Most Americans are good decent people, but their government has long been controlled by a dark force that turned Japanese school children into vapor as they sat in their classrooms.
Japan’s problems, however, were only beginning. For many years, Japanese people died from radiation sickness, leukemia, solid cancers, and burns.
Rather than bringing Japanese officials to the American Southwest atomic test sites to witness demonstrations of the might of atomic bombs, Curtis LeMay (General Buck Turgison in Dr. Strange- Love) worked himself into a frenzy trying to get both atomic bombs into the airspace over Japan before word went out worldwide that the Japanese government had long been working for an honorable surrender.
Admiral William D. Leahy, Chief of staff to Presidents Franklin Roosevelt and Harry Truman, said …
“It is my opinion that the use of this barbarous weapon at Hiroshima and Nagasaki was of no material assistance in our war against Japan. The Japanese were already defeated and ready to surrender because of the effective sea blockade and the successful bombing with conventional weapons. My own feeling was that in being the first to use it, we had adopted an ethical standard common to the barbarians of the Dark Ages. I was not taught to make war in that fashion, and wars cannot be won by destroying women and children.”
Former American president Herbert Hoover wrote, “The use of the atomic bomb, with its indiscriminate killing of women and children, revolts my soul. The Japanese [leaders] were prepared to negotiate all the way from February 1945, up to and before the time the atomic bombs were dropped [in August 1945].”
The late US author Eustace Mullins gave us the real reasons President Harry S. Truman issued the Executive Order to atom bomb Japan, which would forever black mark America as a Nation of Infamy. In his fine work The Secret History of the Atomic Bomb: Why Hiroshima was Destroyed, Mullins tells us of the cast of demons who ordered Truman to atom bomb Japan.
The principal drivers of that heinous, grossly reprehensible incineration and vaporization of innocent Japanese men, women, and children were those of the House of Rothschilds, their chief Wall Street agent, Bernard Baruch, and the director of the Los Alamos Atomic Laboratories, J. Robert Oppenheimer.
After Oppenheimer heard about the horrible effects his bomb had caused in Hiroshima, he pranced around with his hands clenched above his head, like a prizefighter who had just knocked out his opponent.
It was Oppenheimer who said, “I am Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.”
After the atomic bombing, General MacArthur, a profound man of poetic words, was almost speechless with anger, simply saying, “There was no military justification for the atomic bombing of Japan.”
Americans owe the Japanese and German peoples great moral debts that can never be repaid.
In the post-war period, two men took center stage: one paid off a mighty portion of our debt to Japan; the other man greatly increased our debt to Germany. The first man was General Douglas MacArthur; the second was General Dwight David Eisenhower.
MacArthur was a wise poet-warrior with great vision. Eisenhower was no more than a political puppet/hack , a mere minion of Satan and his agents.
As a mere scribe, I am blinded by the brilliance, courage, and innate nobility of General and Benevolent Magnate Douglas MacArthur.
General and President Dwight David Eisenhower is not worth writing or reading about, except to learn how not to condemn one’s life by pandering to evil.
Throughout his entire military career, Eisenhower never served in combat, or at any time was he ever near it; he was merely a political soldier, who led from the rear.
Britain’s Field Marshall Montgomery once said of Eisenhower, “Nice chap, no general.”
US fighting General George Patton once lamented that it was too bad that General Eisenhower had no personal knowledge of war.
US General Omar Bradley wrote that Eisenhower had little grasp of sound battlefield tactics.
Field Marshall Lord Alanbrooke recorded in his journals that as a military General, Eisenhower was “Hopeless. He submerged himself in politics and neglected his military duties, partly … because he knows little if anything about military matters.”
American Admiral John Hall. who helped land the 1st Division on Omaha Beach, wrote that Eisenhower “was one of the most overrated men in military history.”
Eisenhower did, however, receive one compliment, and it came from General MacArthur: “Eisenhower? He was the best clerk I ever had.”
Eisenhower did not just lack combat experience, he simply never had any. Troops under the direction of such a commander are put at risk and are bound to suffer more casualties than those fighting under a general like a MacArthur – and the casualties of our war in Europe prove it.
Throughout the entirety of the First World War, Eisenhower never left the states, but he was kept busy as a pencil pusher until the Second World War arrived, when he was one of hundreds of those with the rank of major.
It has been said that evil can smell evil far easier than the good can detect the wicked; and that may have been the case with Dwight David Eisenhower.
There must have been dark and hidden hands that ordained Dwight David Eisenhower out of the ranks of thousands lowly ranked US Army officers to overnight become the Chosen One.
With a dizzying speed unknown in US military history, Eisenhower rose in the ranks of the army to become our Supreme Allied Commander in Europe.
Astute researchers of military history point their fingers at two dark figures who likely had the most to do with the great miracle of Dwight Eisenhower’s meteoric rise to fame and power:
Messrs. Bernard Baruch and Henry Morgenthau.
Only a key international Zionists like Baruch and Morgenthau could have broken an army major out of the ranks of utter obscurity into the foremost military position in the world.
Both Baruch and Morgenthau were agents for the European House of Rothschild – the Rothschilds who had so much to do with engineering both of our world wars.
The Rothschilds had and still have a psychopathic hated for Germans and the White race. And that is the reason today that so many black Africans and brown Arabs are allowed into Europe. The Rothschilds have long angled for the hybridization of the entire White race. And nothing pleases them more than to see Whites killing Whites, which was one of the critical reasons for our disastrous world wars.*
*For the complete and truthful story of how the Rothschilds brought about both of our World Wars access …
Benjamin Freeman’s 1961 Speech at the Willard Hotel (Complete) on www.YouTube.com
Like all other Rothschild agents in the allied countries of the Second World War, both Morgenthau and Baruch held high-level positions in our federal government.
Henry Morgenthau was our American Secretary of the Treasury, while the Zio/globalist banker Bernard Baruch was President Roosevelt’s economic advisor, and the suspected channel for Roosevelt’s orders from the House of Rothschild.
In fact, Roosevelt once spent one month as a guest at Baruch’s estate in South Carolina.*
*Baruch College of City University in New York was named after Bernard Baruch.
Both Baruch and Morgenthau were tasked, by the Rothschilds, to effect a secret post-war plan that in common parlance came to be known as the Morgenthau Plan.
The plan was Top Secret, as it had to be in order for it to work.
After the war ended German prisoners of war and other men between the ages of 18 and 65 were to be rounded up and killed by starvation, pestilence, or exposure in open fields, in all kinds of weather.
The Morgenthau Plan called for the death of ten million Germans in its first two years after our war with Germany was over. And the perfect man to implement that plan?
None other than the politician/soldier turned over-night Five Star General and the Supreme Allied Commander of the Allied forces in Europe – Dwight D. Eisenhower.
The insiders of Washington were in on the plan, even US Secretary of Defense James Forrestal. But something most strange then happened to Forrestal after hearing of the plan. It was quickly adjudicated that he had lost his mind and had to be isolated and guarded in a room on the sixteenth floor of the Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Then in a matter of days, it was sadly reported that Forrestal had committed suicide by jumping sixteen floors to his death.
Was it a matter of coincidence that our Secretary of Defense suddenly went crazy after hearing about the secret Morgenthau Plan?
Or was it something else? Did James Forrestal threaten to expose the plan?
Universal exposure of their plan was not something the Rothschilds had any worries about with their man in the UK. And now that the war was over, it was safe for the army’s biggest fraud to be moved to Germany.
Newspapers in the states ran front page headlines: Ike: US Military Governor of Germany!
The Morgenthau Plan called for the close assistance of England, France, and the Soviet Union; and of course, the psychopathic Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin quickly signed on to the genocidal plan. Stalin, in particular, reveled in death, even that of his own countrymen.*
*It has been reported that Stalin murdered between thirty to sixty million of his own citizens.
To date, this awful slice of deplorable American history has been covered up; but here and there the truth of it is leaking and will continue to do so until masses of people are asking two one word questions: Who? Why?
What follows is gruesome and difficult to believe or confront. But remember, it was all done in our name. And for any of us to be forgiven of these crimes, we must first know of them and then condemn them.
Rhine-Meadows Death Camps (1945-1953)
Some drank from mud puddles; some drank their own urine, all became even sicker.
Some ate grass and weeds until the meadows along the Rhine turned into muddy quagmires. There was no small dry patch of earth on which to sleep, so the dying paced, ankle-deep in the boggy morass until they fell into the mire, never again to rise.
The terrible swamp stretched for miles along the Rhine and imprisoned millions of the dead and dying.
Will Germany ever become Germany again?
“God, I hate the Germans,” wrote the Military Governor of Allied Occupied Germany, General Dwight David Eisenhower, to his wife, Mammie, in September of 1944.
And, the mad man continued to vent his hate and the dying innocents continued to die.
To be continued …
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