The Nazi Prince and founder of the Bilderberg
When Prince Bernard got himself married to princess Juliana in 1936, the people of the Netherlands were not really surprised. It had become quite a tradition with the family Van Orange-Nassau to invite members of German nobility into its ranks. In fact, this tradition dated back to the late middle-ages, when the family had cunningly nestled itself into powerful Prussian bloodlines: a union from which both parties would profit immensely in the centuries to come: the former had gained access to all kinds of trading privileges through membership of the German Hanseatic League (a medieval trade organisation, considered by historians to be a sort of rudimentary European Union), while the latter seized control of the river Rhine, as it flowed freely into the Netherlands and more westward, into the north sea. As a result the Germans continued to tighten their grip on the fragile Dutch Republic and practised the problem-reaction-solution ‘game’ with zest to undermine its success.
Completely in line with this age-old tradition, just like in the old days, the marriage of Juliana and Bernhard was arranged to push the Teutonic agenda further out into the West.
And suddenly, apparently out of thin air, the young German prince Bernhard von Lippe-Biesterfeld appeared on stage. At first glance, the Dutch people were not quite sure about the man. This latest acquisition made them feel somewhat uncomfortable; the guy seemed a bit too flamboyant for the Calvinistic masses of the Netherlands to digest. In the beginning the Dutch considered him to be nothing more than a corrupt German who had dared to court ‘their’ princess.
Indeed, the suspicion of corruption was not far off - and as for the courting, well, that was completely arranged of course and had nothing whatsoever to do with the romantic image of courtly love Europeans are so attached to. With the help of some very shrewd propaganda on the part of the elite, the initial image of the ‘playboy prince’ (as he was dubbed) was quickly traded in for a very friendly painting of the noble young prince. The anti-Orange minority, who considered the initial controversy to be the perfect opportunity to bring down the royals in favour of the Republic, was soon to be silenced by the majority of people, mindlessly licking the royal boots. So, as usual, all the people’s representatives in The Hague would do in the end was nod their heads in quiet indignation before returning to their daily businesses. Bernhard’s real dealings were held back in fear of a Dutch populist uprising. In the end, the corruption was even blacker than the dark in which it was hidden.
In the years proceeding the wedding a charismatic Austrian, backed up by national and international bankers, had taken control of battered, post WW1 Germany. The Dutch looked on in self-proclaimed neutrality as this new, destructive force in the east came into being. The false flag operation known as the Reichstag-fire really tightened Hitler’s grip on the country and effectively gave him dictatorial carte blanche. Now he set out to conquer Europe, Napoleon-style.
Meanwhile the Dutch royal family had hauled in the Prussian prince, who was up to his eyeballs in the nazi swamp: he was a member of Hitler’s party as well as a devoted cavalry officer in the Reiter SS; he also enjoyed marching with Hitler’s street fighters (the SA) in his spare time. And as if this criminal track record wasn’t bad enough, he also began working as a part-time secretary of the board of directors of IG Farben, the German corporation that later supplied the patented Zyklon B, an infamous chemical which was used to systematically gas millions of Jews. But -as usual- only a very soft sound of protest could be distinguished amidst the hysterical cries of the Dutch, as they continued to wave their flags to their princess (later to become queen) and her Nazi husband (a lifetime globalist). Meanwhile, the Republic- or what was left of it- was strangled by the very people they cheered. The prince remained a loyal Nazi and even visited once or twice with the Führer himself.
It’s well known that Hitler didn’t think much of Bernhard. After one meeting the German dictator was heard to remark that he never wanted to see ‘that complete idiot’ again. As the German dictator increasingly guessed wrong in military affairs, he was evenly mistaken about the prince. Bernhard turned out to be everything but an idiot. To illustrate his cunning, the following example will suffice:
when the second world war broke out in 1939, Bernhard flipped sides very quickly. In the blink of an eye he had changed from an outright nazi to an allied air force hero. A brilliant magicians trick, reflected by a mirror of lies and doublethink.
The Dutch hope of neutrality was altogether shattered by the German invasion of the Netherlands in may of 1940. The Van Orange-Nassaus hurriedly fled to England, along with their treasures and fortune, leaving their subjects to starve on the mainland. In London Bernhard immediately made himself useful: he must have realised that it wouldn’t do to side with the Nazis in the long run, as they were destined to be crushed between the two rising giants, the United States and the Soviet Union: the world’s foremost future management teams. No, he knew all too well that Hitler was set up from the very beginning to create the problem that the globalists would later solve. Bernhard had always been hardcore New World Order and inherently sided with his friends who pushed the key buttons on both sides of the table. It’s almost routine: first they fund a tyrant into power, creating a problem, after which they generously arm the opposing side. And as soon as the conflict is guaranteed and in full swing, they let it rage for a while until they deem the time ripe to bring out the solution - in favour of their global agenda of course. And finally, the outcome is being presented as some random historical phenomenon: as if it had naturally evolved out of the situation.
Hitler came and went. And the royal family returned to the weakened Netherlands they had cowardly fled just five years earlier. In a brilliant series of news articles the members of the royal family in general (and Bernhard in particular) were greeted as war heroes who had supported the home-grown Dutch resistance from abroad. It was the perfect spin: they weren’t cowards, they were actually heroes!
The scam had worked better than even the royals had expected. Once again the people’s initial hesitations subsided to make room for blind idolatry: he had been magically transformed from a dubious German prince into a long lost relative they pressed tightly to their chests.
The contacts Bernhard had established in London during the war would prove to be priceless and lasting. We don’t have to fast forward too far up in the timeline to encounter the prince again, this time setting up the first Bilderberg conference in 1954. Bernhard was approached by a man named Joseph Retinger a few years earlier, a lifetime friend of the prince and a Polish (read: east-Prussian) political advisor. He was also the founder of the so-called European Movement as well as the ‘Council of Europe’ – two bodies that would later merge to become the European Union. Retinger had been playing with the idea of creating a global organisation where the members could share thoughts in perfect impunity, and approached Bernhard to help him start up the project. They soon went to work to gather their powerful contacts together in one room with the specific purpose of bringing in global government. It would be pretentious to think I could capture the meaning and importance of this annual crime fest in this short history of crime. For more information on Bilderberg, just check out Alex Jones’ work on the subject.
Bernhard’s ambitions didn’t end with Bilderberg: just seven years after its founding, Bernhard forced into being the World Wildlife Foundation, a global organisation claiming to ‘stop the degradation of the planet’s natural environment, and building a future in which humans live in harmony with nature.’ A mouthful of pure nonsense, covering up the true face of the WWF, which was in reality nothing more than just another globally funded laundry-machine- as indeed was almost every project the prince was involved in. As can be learned via any search engine, Bernhard served on over 300 corporate boards worldwide by the nineteen seventies. Regrettably, just a fraction of the corruption actually managed to pierce through the Dutch media grid. The most famous one being a bribing scandal known as the ‘Lockheed affaire’- named after the airplane and arms manufacturer company handing out the bribes. Ironically, the affair came to light in a hearing organized by the United States senate, where Bernhard’s name was mentioned in connection to the bribes. This information proved a lot harder to spin. For the first time in history a Dutch newspaper would break with the tradition of worship and decided to actually run with the story. The publication in 1976 triggered an outburst of spontaneous rage in the Netherlands. Not surprisingly, for the article in question exposed the fact that Bernhard had accepted a million dollar bribe (which is mere pocket change) from arms manufacturer Lockheed before he laundered it through his World Wildlife Foundation. It was out in the open and some Dutch members of parliament actually thought about starting a serious criminal investigation. But it wasn’t to be. When his wife, queen Juliana, threatened to resign if they were going through with the investigation, the ruling socialist party buckled under the pressure as they backed away in a decidedly rat-like fashion. The media quickly followed their example as did the people’s representatives in the state capitol. As usual, their thoughts never materialised into concrete action.
Today, the royal family still enjoys full immunity as they secretly move through the international halls of power. It should be pointed out that, despite the before mentioned ‘revelations’ (and there are so much more), the actual influence the Dutch royal family exercises is kept locked tight in a titanium framed closet, not to be touched. The Dutch media complies like a good lackey, restricting itself to the family’s skiing trips and cocktail parties while Bernhard’s daughter, the current queen Beatrix of Orange-Nassau, continues to uphold her father’s legacy and is further extending her dark tentacles into the twenty-first century, pushing forward the globalist agenda.