Notice to readers. So that I may take my annual sabbatical in the Canadian wilderness, the next several reports will be pre-written. They will focus on the history of how I got involved in fighting the Khazarian Mafia. Hopefully, this will help readers get a better understanding of what is happening now. Of course, if something really big happens, we will issue an emergency report.
If you are really doing your job as a front-line reporter, it will not take too long before you run into a dark underside of the powers that run the world. In my case, I first ran into the hoodlums who run the world while reporting on the Japanese financial bubble of the late 1980s. Japan was very important at the time because the bubble made the real estate in Japan worth 20 times more than all the real estate in the United States. The stock market too was worth by far more than that of the U.S. With so much money involved, the foreign financial companies and their controlled press wanted in on the action.
At the time, I was a rare native English speaker who could read a Japanese newspaper and as a result, was offered many lucrative jobs in the financial industry. I chose to become a reporter instead. My first reporting job (with Knight Ridder Financial News) involved going every week to the Finance Minister’s (Kiichi Miyazawa at the time) weekly press conferences so I had a front-row seat at the center of Japanese power.
My understanding from university and reference books was that the real power in Japan rested within the finance ministry. This was confirmed when, as the first foreign reporter to regularly attend these briefings, I noticed that every time I asked a question, some bureaucrat would whisper the answer into the minister’s ear. It turns out that is because my questions rarely fit into the pre-arranged script he was given to read from. The Japanese reporters, of course, asked pre-arranged softball questions.
In any case, after realizing the finance minister was a puppet, I decided to go straight to the source and talk directly to the bureaucrats. I soon found out they would only give me straightforward answers when I called them at night on their direct lines when no colleagues were present. It was on one of those calls that an exasperated section chief blurted out “if you really want to know what is going on, talk to Nomura Securities.”
At the time, Nomura was widely considered by the locals to be the most important power center in Japan. A Chairman and President who both had the name Tabuchi, even though they were not directly related, ran Nomura in those days. They were known as big Tabuchi and little Tabuchi. They always knew before the financial press or the other financial institutions what the important financial numbers were going to be before they were released, and they traded the markets accordingly.
It turns out the Tabuchis controlled Japan as follows:
They made a list of 5,000 VIPs (journalists, politicians, gangsters, industrialists, celebrities, etc.) and lent them each several million dollars. They then told them which stocks to buy with the money. After this Nomura salespeople across Japan would go to doctors, housewives, small businessmen, etc., and push their list of “recommended stocks.” These would then shoot up in price at which point the VIPs bailed out, returned their loans, and kept millions in profits.
What I watched from the front line (although I did not know it at the time) was the George Bush Sr. led CIA dismantle this empire. They were taken down in a giant VIP scandal by Japanese police taking their orders ultimately from Bush. Bush had taken over de facto control of Japan after ordering Japan airlines flight 123 to be shot down with a missile on August 12th, 1985, killing 498 people in order to force Japanese authorities into obedience. The purpose was to take control of the vast sums of money sloshing around Japan during the bubble years.
At the time I was aware of this takeover only as the “financial big bang” that opened up the “corrupt” Japanese financial markets to the “ethical” foreign operators like Morgan Stanley.
A big eye-opener for me came after the Japanese financial bubble burst. This was known as the Jusen scandal. The Japanese press was full of stories about how the government was going to pay about $80 billion to bail out these real estate loan companies run by former finance ministry bureaucrats. They kept asking about “borrower responsibility.” When I researched who the “borrowers” were it turns out they were all Japanese gangsters. So, here we had the Japanese government using taxpayer money to bail out companies run by ex-bureaucrats that lent exclusively to gangsters.
This is when I decided I needed to talk to the gangsters. Through a Japanese TV personality friend, I was introduced to a very senior gangster (who I subsequently talked to extensively over a period of about 10 years).
He told me the gangsters were just middlemen. He said the gangs would only take a cut of the taxpayer money before passing the bulk on to the powerbrokers. He explained this was only a side business. A much bigger source of gang money was public works.
Politicians would give them information about where roads and other public works real estate purchases were going to take place. The gangsters would then convince or force the landowners to sell the property to them. Later, when the government bought the land from them at an inflated price, the politicians would get their cut. This, by the way, is why the Japanese government has been pushing for the Olympics to be held despite 80% of the Japanese public being opposed. The gangsters need to be paid off or else.
Another thing the gangs did was kill journalists, politicians, and industrialists, etc. who were not going along with the system.
In the top-level Japanese gangsters’ worldview, Japanese gangs as well as the rest of the world were ultimately ruled by “a group of eight people who sat around a table and divided up the oil and the dollars.” It turns out they were right. This is what I now refer to as the Octagon group that runs the Khazarian Mafia.
The case that finally put me in the crosshairs of the Khazarian Mafia was the assassination of the president of Nippon Credit Bank (now Aozora Bank), Tadayo Honma. Honma reportedly committed suicide 16 days after taking over the bank. I knew Honma from his time at the Bank of Japan, so I didn’t believe he killed himself.
So I asked my gangster friend, who told me that Honma had a gun pointed at his head and was told to write a suicide note. He was then drugged and strangled. I wrote about it extensively for Forbes magazine, with lots of corroborating evidence (you can’t publish such allegations based only on an anonymous gangster source).
It turns out that Honma was killed because he was trying to prevent all of his bank’s money from being given to North Korea. Once he was killed, the bank was stripped of all funds and the money went to North Korea. Then Aozora received a huge taxpayer bailout and was turned over to the Rockefellers (via Softbank, Cerberus, former U.S. Vice President Dan Quayle, etc.).
It was interesting that almost immediately after I wrote in Forbes that Honma had been murdered, Fortune Magazine ran a cover story saying that he had committed suicide. Shortly thereafter, I was contacted by a guy named Barry Eisler, who told me he was writing a novel and that in it, a Forbes bureau chief modeled after me would be murdered with a heart attack gun while riding the subway.
It turned out Eisler was CIA.
I thought it was funny at the time, but it wasnt long after his book Rain Fall (now A Clean Kill in Tokyo) came out that someone actually tried to kill me with a heart attack inducing weapon while I was on the subway.
The would-be assassin was an older white man who stuck out like a sore thumb on the subway. He carried a two-foot long, four-inch wide (60 x 10 cm) white cylindrical device. As soon as I got off the train, he came up very quickly from behind me and pointed the device at my back. I escaped by ducking behind a pillar.
It turns out that a trademark of the Khazarian mafia is to announce in a fictional format what they are going to do, and then they actually do it. Remember, for example, how the book about the sinking of a ship called the Titan came out on its maiden voyage just before the sinking of the Titanic.
They also did this with an X-File spin-off, a TV show pilot called The Lone Gunmen about a plane rammed into the World Trade Center building that aired almost a year before 9/11/2001 and was filmed and scripted much earlier.
In fact, a good way to catalog their crimes over the years would be to look for real incidents that were predicted in eerily accurate fictions. Anyway, this was not the first assassination attempt I survived. A more serious attempt came from my gangster source after we had a misunderstanding. This one took place in Sakhalin, Russia.
What happened was that people from the Asahi newspaper and TBS television came to me and told me that Tadamasa Goto of the infamous Goto gang was getting a liver transplant at UCLA Hospital. Naturally, I was intrigued as to why a known criminal and non-US citizen would be chosen over the hundreds of Americans waiting for a liver transplant.
Of course, I channeled this from my gang source, who said, If you write that, you’ll be ground into fishcakes. When I told him I wasn’t responding to threats, he said, If you write this, I’ll never talk to you again.
To me, it was more important than a relatively trivial story about a Japanese gangster who received a liver transplant. The story was later broken by my colleague Jake Adelstein , who was told by gangsters associated with Goto that they would delete or be deleted from the story, including your family.
In any case, after that meeting with my source, I went to Sakhalin, Russia, to do a story for Forbes about the oil fields there. I was told to visit a large casino there owned by the Japanese mob.
The casino was straight out of a movie set. Armed Chechen hoodlums who were subcontractors for the Japanese gangsters surrounded it. I was supervised by the Japanese gangster who was in charge of operations there. Unlike my source, who could easily pass himself off as a high-ranking businessman, this guy was vicious. He also kept looking nervously at the door.
When I told him I was leaving the club, he said, You can’t because youre about to get killed. Realizing I was in for a hit, I bluffed and pointed to some foreign oil workers in the bar and said, Don’t worry, those guys are CIA and they’re watching over me.
When he heard me, the gangster immediately jumped up, grabbed his cell phone, made a call and came back very relieved. He said, It’s okay, now you can go back to your hotel. The Chechens outside seemed surprised to see me leave in peace. About that time, my colleague Paul Klebnikov, the Moscow bureau chief for Forbes, was shot nine times after he left his residence in Moscow.
It took an hour for the ambulance to arrive, but he was still alive when it got in. Klebnikov died in the hospital when the elevator he was in stopped for eight minutes. What I didnt realize at the time was that Klebnikov and I were among many mainstream journalists who were killed, fired or retired by the Khazarian Mafia faction working under Bush Sr.
Continued next week…