Book Review: The War on Populism: Consent Factory Essays, Vol. II by C.J. Hopkins

“But, seriously, all that actually happened back in the Summer of 2016 was the global capitalist ruling classes recognized that they had a problem. The problem that they recognized they had (and continue to have, and are now acutely aware of) is that no one is enjoying global capitalism…except the global capitalist ruling classes…. And then there’s the battle for the hearts and minds, which they’ve been furiously waging for the last two years, and which is only going to intensify. If you think things are batshit crazy now (which clearly they are), strap yourself in. What is coming is going to make COINTELPRO look like the work of some amateur meme-freak.” ~ C.J. Hopkins, Consent Factory Essays, Vol. II (2018-2019): The War on Populism

By Catherine Austin Fitts

How I made it to the last quarter of 2020 without discovering C.J. Hopkins, I will never know. I pride myself on sleuthing out the best commentary of our day. A subscriber (big thank you) sent his recent post “The Covidian Cult,” a brilliant commentary on the health crisis marketing op of the global central banking reset. It was republished by The Unz Review—a rare oasis of sanity with excellent author picks. So, I decided to delve into C.J. Hopkin’s work and ordered his recent books, starting with his collection of essays published at his website The Consent Factory from 2018 and 2019, subtitled “The War on Populism.”

In the middle of “laughing so hard I’m crying” from reading Hopkins during U.S. election week, I read a new column from Charles Hugh Smith on the Federal Reserve, “What We Don’t Elect Matters Most.” In it, Smith shared the following graphs illustrating the U.S. leadership’s engineering of inequality. The reason to harp about the federal credit mechanism—both the U.S. Treasury and the Federal Reserve—is because the inequality is engineered with our mighty tax dollar and governmental authority. This is not some private scheme. This is using government as a criminal enterprise to bankrupt and kill Main Street.

When a small select group of people are using taxpayers’ resources to centralize capital into their own hot little hands, it is an enormous challenge to keep people from realizing that they have the power to stop it and even get the money back—all they have to do is apply transparency and enforce existing laws.

This is why the corporate media have turned into a well-paid, well-oiled “shriek-o-meter.” The greater the inequality gets, the louder the shriek-o-meter is paid to shriek. Its favorite things to shriek about are invisible enemies—viruses, terrorists, etc.—to justify more government control (and contracts). Second best is divide and conquer. Turn men and women against each other, turn black and white against each other, turn young and old against each other—and keep pounding the table about hate (you are a Nazi, a White Supremacist, an Anti-Semite, a Domestic Terrorist)—and you can prevent them all from loving their fellow man and getting together and turning on you. It is why I keep saying, “If you all would just collaborate about the money, you could hate each other rich instead of hating each other poor.”

The money is the weak spot in the death star—because the law really does matter. I would bet you a dollar you would be amazed at what you would find if we could subpoena the personal onshore and offshore bank accounts and tax returns for the last three decades of appointees at the U.S. Treasury, the Federal Reserve and its 12 banks, the boards and CEOs of their bank owners, the board of the Harvard Corporation and management, the Rockefeller Foundation and its money managers, and related private equity firms (please do include Carlyle, KKR and BlackRock) as well as the executive committee members of the Council on Foreign Relations. The $21 trillion missing from the U.S. government did not just land on Mars. Like most government money at that time, it likely left on Lockheed Martin (you know, the guys who launch satellites and weapons) payment systems at DOD and HUD and went through accounts at the New York Fed and its member banks. Now that the attempt to get Trump’s tax records and bank records has established a precedent, why not turn the technique on those individuals and institutions who actually had fiduciary responsibility to manage citizens’ and beneficiaries’ resources according to the law when the $21 trillion went missing from government accounts?

A brilliant playwright and a man with compassion for his fellow man, Hopkins clearly figured out the global capitalist game a while ago. Lucky for us, he also had the inclination to track and unpack the “shriek-o-meter” as it spewed its incoherence and absurdities. I generally do my best to avoid this part of the media, limiting my intake of corporate media to the financial press and the occasional Tucker Carlson rant. The fact that Hopkins manages to track these airwaves and stay coherent is to his credit, as is his ability to unpack what is happening with a brilliance, intelligence, and wit that would impress Mark Twain himself.

Mel Brooks once quipped in the comedy sketch the 2000 Year Old Man, “We laugh so as not to cry.” If you are ready to leave the matrix, Hopkins can help guide you out, laughing all the way, yet appreciating the real risks and many of the important issues before us. To maintain a human civilization, we must guard our heart and preserve our capacity to love each other and our fellow man. Maintaining a sense of amusement always helps.

As we await the results of the 2020 U.S. elections, I’m hoping that C.J. Hopkins will continue his irreverent coverage of the U.S. criminal media and political class. In the meantime, if you want to understand why a trillion-dollar U.S. media industry behaves like it is not under adult supervision, check out C.J. Hopkins. He comes highly recommended.

Related reading:

Book Review: Consent Factory Essays, Volume I (2016-2017) by CJ Hopkins

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C.J. Hopkins website

Consent Factory, Inc.

CJ Hopkins (Wikipedia)

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