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Jews move weak Rick Santorum ‘piece’ forward as a fall guy, so their commie Grail king Obama can bring in a regime change to red

Jew chessmasters move the political 'pieces' to suit their commie agenda for America, in the Iowa caucuses

‘If there is such a thing among the Jews as a “National game”, surely that title belongs by overwhelming right to the royal game of chess. The peculiar charm of chess, which affords entertainment at the same time that it instructs, has appealed from time immemorial to the race. Chess is more than a mere game, and those who “play” at it are known to the really expert as “woodshifters”. The masters have raised it to the dignity of a study, and many there are who regard it as equal with the arts and sciences. For upward of 50 years there has not been a tournament of any account in Europe or America that has not had a Jew taking a prominent part therein, and today, as has been the case often [sic] before, the world’s champion is one of them.’The Jewish National Game, from the March 1905 edition of the American Chess Bulletin

Yes indeed, the Jews have long been manipulating the political process in America by money and control of the media; and the way it’s worked out on the “checkered board” of Jew dominated high finance is now merely an amusing “tournament” between the so-called left and the right, in the eyes of the Jews who get their political puppet in power anyway, or take ‘the wrong guy’ out by more sinister means, if he somehow slips through the filter of big bucks, media propaganda, and the Jew orchestrated voting process, into the Oval Office.

The moral and economic decline in America has now reached critical proportions, and the once wealthy and enterprising white middle class has pretty much been eliminated; so the Jews really have no intention whatsoever of back-tracking on the appointment of the commie Obama, by letting some “wet behind the ears” Christian Zionist like Rick Santorum fill in for four years, until they get another commie to officially institute the “USSA”, after a Jew orchestrated civil and a national emergency of unprecedented proportions.

So with the rise in popularity of their leading adversary Ron Paul, especially among voters aged 18-29 who do most of the twittering, the Jews have not only been busy denigrating and diminishing him in the media, but also putting forward a weak “knight piece” in Santorum who’s restricted to ‘three spaces’ in his moves, and could get the GOP nomination, but fall before the strategic positioning of the black King piece, when he moves to ‘checkmate’ Obama in the general election.

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In the way of Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America, Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union gives a nightmarish alternate history of Jews in America. But unlike the characters in Roth’s novel, who bear desperate witness to the country’s slow slide into fascism, Chabon’s Jews are already wise to where they stand. Jaded and self-reliant, they knock out a lean existence in between the long arms of anti-Semitism and perpetual homelessness.

In Chabon’s present day, “Jerusalem is a city of blood and slogans painted on the wall, severed heads on telephone poles,” but it’s not the reclaimed homeland of the Jews. Instead, they were “tossed out of the joint… with savage finality in 1948,” and herded to an arbitrary stronghold: Sitka, a raw and inhospitable district of Alaska, where they’ve been sitting on a 60-year lease. After nearly six decades of hardscrabble living and uneasy peace with the Alaskan natives, they’re on the cusp of Reversion, when their land will pass back out of their hands.

While the Sitka Jews scramble to place themselves post-Reversion, somebody simplifies the future for a nameless junkie living in a Sitka flop. Registered under the handle of Emanuel Lasker (a famous Jewish chess player), he’s found with a bullet in his brain, shot through a pillow to kill the sound. Beside his body is a halted game of chess; among his spare belongings are a couple of chess books and the dusty effects of a formerly devout Jew.

The place is also the residence of Meyer Landsman, once a star homicide detective, now a disintegrating alcoholic on the edge of being let go. Though Landsman drinks and mouths off like a Chandler tough guy, he’s prone to crying jags and regret, frequently brought on by Bina, his ex-wife and current commanding officer. A freckled, pneumatic clutch of beloved idiosyncrasies, her every move recalls a moment from her and Landsman’s irrevocable past life.

Post-divorce, Landsman embarked on a binge of self-destruction and overwork, reluctantly trailed by his cousin and partner, Berko, a bear-size man, half-native Tlingit but all Jew. The junkie’s death speaks to Landsman’s decaying instincts, and the chess game beside the body catches his eye — his father, a Holocaust survivor and eventual suicide, played chess with a passionate absorption, and though Landsman hates the game, he knows enough to recognize that the pieces are configured in a puzzling way.

The only game allowed on a Sitka Sabbath, chess is no less complex than the thin and bloody trail Landsman follows, in a haze of liquor, misery, and a growing roster of injuries, to find the junkie’s murderer. It’s a mystery that stretches from the flophouse to the back rooms and bathhouses of Sitka, all the way to the “navel of the world”: the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem, where once “Isaac waited for his father to pry the muscle of life from his body.”

The novel dips into the slick idiom of hardboiled noir, but Chabon’s lines burst with life, with warmth and sly humor. He revels in the form but pokes holes in it too, peeking through the places where clean, taut detective fiction and messy, voluminous life part ways. And the genre is freshened by the milieu of Sitka — an icy Semitic city, where Sabbath meals are eaten beneath the Northern lights and Jewish girls “sing Negro spirituals with Yiddish lyrics that paraphrase Lincoln and Marx.”

Eventually it emerges that the junkie was the wayward son of the Verbover rebbe. The Verbover Jews are the rock stars of Sitka, its orthodox mob. They’re spearheaded by the ponderous Rebbe Shpilman, an ominous mountain of flesh. Through secular string-pulling and violence the Verbovers seek redemption of the believers: believers in Messiah, in the salvation of the Jews, and in the righteous power of a pile of greenbacks. The rebbe’s mystical son was once at the center of their redemption plot; after he left the fold they resorted to more direct means of change.

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‘All these form a goodly company, who, were it possible to array them side by side, could easily sweep from the field any team of equal numbers composed of all other nationalities. What more indeed could be said in support of the claim that in the world of chess the Jew reigns supreme?’—-‘The Jewish National Game’ in the March 1905 edition of the American Chess Bulletin

‘I have often been struck with the ubiquity of the Jewish chessplayer”, writes Mr A. Porter, in the American Hebrew. “I once saw in a café in Tunis two well-to-do Jews playing a game that would have done credit to the leading players of New York or London; in going through the steerage of a North-German Lloyd liner, westward bound from Bremen, I noticed three games by German Jews in progress, and on a summer’s day at the Delaware Water Gap, on reaching the top of Mount Minsi, expecting to be the monarch of all I surveyed, I found the summit already occupied by two young Jewesses engaged in mimic warfare on the chess board.’—A ‘Chess Chat’ item in the Chess Amateur, August 1908

Israel’s epic chess game

An Israeli chess grandmaster took the Guinness record for simultaneous chess games from the Jewish state’s arch-foe Iran on Friday after a marathon 19-hour match against 523 players.