Eustace Mullins wrote a book called “World Order,” which goes back 5,000 years to how the banking cartel was established. An interview of him talking in detail about the book is on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsSpEU47JlQ (Part 1 of 7)
Eustace Mullins talks about the New World Order

It is the best video I’ve ever seen on explaining the New World Order.

“McCain, I like him, I don’t think America will tolerate a black president,” believes a middle-aged man in central Moscow.

“None of them are real, they have others who decide the politics anyway,” says a young man in his twenties.

Perhaps he thinks the candidates seem a little wooden, but this is quite literally the case in Moscow’s souvenir stalls.

Obama and McCain matryoshka dolls are proving very popular among souvenir buyers in Moscow. The U.S. presidential candidates are newcomers in souvenir stalls. Both of them are going quickly, but Obama is the leader in sales. However, in a little over two weeks, one of the two sets will be worth about as much as shares in Lehman Brothers.

Although some say Russians do not care about what is going on in America, others admit that the U.S. has a political and economic impact on the rest of the world so their lives are partially dependent on who’s in charge of the U.S.

Thus far, most Russian leaders have been cautious about who they’d prefer to see in the White House, but just maybe the contents of their shopping bags might offer some clues.

Rid the nation of the Federal Reserve!

Stop paying INCOME TAX! There is NO LAW that can make you pay under title 26, PERIOD!

Stop living above your means! If you can’t pay cash, You DON’T NEED IT!

FIRE THE LIARS!! Enforce the original 13th Amendment!

Eliminate the LOBBY! Eliminate the Stock Market! Eliminate The U.S. CORPORATION!

Lose the Military Industrial Complex, CIA, NSA, HOMELAND SECURITY and the IRS and FED!

If all this is done……..The power will be returned to you…..THE PEOPLE!

We shall guarantee, with words, to replace what bankers steal, just as we have just done, without,
So now each dime that is embezzled or stolen, with threat of force, we can keep legally without doubt,
Now it shall be legal, like immunity to traitors, whom spy on their neighbors, in criminal violation of law,
The nation born of crime, thus crime all the time, to patriotism of illegality doth America give the call.

One could proudly adorn, as a nationalist chump born, with fairytale title of fraud as jumping through hoop,
The one over there with presidential flair, we could give golden shovel, he too weak for much heavy scoop,
Pass out the confetti paper in a story of spaghetti caper, then makes sure it is flush, asset to dwindle,
With the extortion of tomorrow placed on each of their children, in true robber delight, twirls he the spindle.

The string of the thing often converted to sling, hits such Goliath tellers of tall tales between their lying eyes,
The stutter and sputter, just mumble, bumble and mutter, to keep their true knowledge deep under disguise,
In a “sprayed doubt” fashion, of a mad wino’s passion, the collision of fate and destiny, never yet to barter,
Is the story seen, in the filming of the scene, upon ancient hilltop, did such fools make Godly the martyr.

Chicken Little in their guts, heads and cheeks full of nuts, the rattling of their babbling racket making uneasy
The Captain and me both, long ago cast out, “Two ‘C’”, the waves of the fable daily living keeps us queasy,
“Ralph In” the house, without ever a spouse, how to breed with such a mouse, he pondered without lion,
In the up and down of the waves that swell and greatly pound, whaling on how she blows on the horizon.

A squirrel chatters in the crow’s nest, looking out to find the best, the wind to blow the sail, he just to look,
Naming all the crew in their columns two by two, the parrot writes each name down on pages in the book,
“The Captain’s Log” was quite enormous, not too large or very thick, yet it held so many names inside,
The “Women of the Waves” that he casts his nets and saves, often just so happy he allowed them to ride.

With a great hearty chuckle and his big thumb up in the air, turned downward for all to share, his lesson,
On how man so often goes astray, in every nation the same way, to steer clear is always such a blessing,
As he studies all the shores, recounting so many nationalistic lores, the fables of allure to which some fall,
Then gives his noble laugh, as he turns to the jackass, mutters:”Nationalistas, each one, none, and doll!”

He spits angrily to the sea, cannons trained at each has he, their defenses lost to his inside the ruckus,
Shout out to Washington Weirdos in pink pantyhose, as he shoots a blazing arrow in their leader’s tucus,
“High, High, High” he does shout flapping his arms and running wildly about, through one brown eye ablaze,
With the friction of the diction, his head buried deep in his conviction, depiction shown is – American Ways,