"AND THE CONSPIRACY WAS STRONG" (II SAMUEL 15:12).
On March 30, 1945, President Roosevelt arrived in Warm Springs, Georgia, for a 2-week vacation. Just 12 days later he was assassinated by poisoning. The President was only 63-years-old.
Just like the assassination of our beloved President Lincoln, the fingerprints of the British Secret Service are all over this assassination . . . and its outcome.
Dr. Ross T. McIntire was the White House physician in charge of President's Roosevelt's health. Dr. McIntire predicted that the President would be a "different man" when he returned:
When Dr. Bruenn telephoned on Thursday, April 12, his report was most optimistic. The President had gained back eight of his lost pounds and was feeling so fit that he planned to attend an old-fashioned Georgia barbecue in the afternoon and a minstrel show that evening for the Foundation's patients. Every cause for anxiety seemed to have lifted, and given another lazy, restful week, there was no reason why he should not return to Washington on April 20 to greet the Regent of Iraq. (McIntire, White House Physician, p. 240).
Navy admiral McIntire was in Washington City at that time, but the President's personal physician, a cardiologist named Dr. Howard Bruenn, was with the President in Warm Springs.
Nicholas Robbins (real name Nicholas Kotzubisky) was the driver and photographer for Elizabeth Shoumatoff. Roosevelt was having his portrait painted by Russian born artist Elizabeth Shoumatoff when he took a break for lunch:
At twenty minutes to one, Arthur Prettyman, the valet, came in and set a cup of gruel, a pitcher of cream, and a glass with a green fluid beside the president. FDR grimaced and without lifting his eyes from his reading, downed the latter, a vile concoction that was supposed to increase his appetite. Daisy got up, poured cream into the gruel, and mixed it. Franklin absently took a few mouthfuls, still absorbed in his papers. (Persico, Franklin & Lucy, p. 339).
After drinking the vile concoction, Roosevelt complained of a terrible headache.
Within minutes the President collapsed so Elizabeth called his physician, Navy commander Howard Bruenn. Doctors can be deadly and a medical assassination is a lot easier to hide than a bullet in the back of the head.
Margaret "Daisy" Suckley was another mistress of President Roosevelt who was present in the Roosevelt cottage at the time of his death.
Roosevelt referred to Hassett as 'the bishop" because he was a Jesuit and his liaison with the Roman hierarchy:
Twice more he (Dr. Bruenn) telephoned to Admiral McIntire. Once he left in the midst of the conversation with McIntire because George Fox called him. I felt that the end was fast approaching. Bruenn explained afterward that a few minutes before the President breathed his last, he and George Fox started artificial respiration and administered a stimulant. At 3:35, as I sat in the living room with Grace Tully, Laura Delano, and Margaret Suckley, the silencing of the dreadful breathing was a signal that the end had come, even before Dr. Bruenn emerged from the chamber of death. Thus a good man met the solemn day that awaits us all. (Hassett, Off the Record with FDR 1942 - 1945, p. 337).
Robbins, Shoumatoff, and Mercer were hustled out of the cottage by the U.S. Secret Service. Robbins and Shoumatoff returned to New York . . . while Mercer went to find her priest to obtain "absolution" after assassinating the President of the United States.
Violating Georgia state law, no autopsy was performed on the President, as his body was rushed back to Washington City for a quick funeral service, and then burial in Hyde Park, New York.
After poisoning, a human body emits a terrible odor and burial must be done rapidly . . . unless another body is substituted. The official cause of death was a cerebral hemorrhage.
From death to burial took only 70 hours!!
This must have been the fastest funeral of a President in the entire history of the nation.
Everything seemed to be timed perfectly, and before midnight, April 15, FDR was on his final train journey home.
There was deep mourning throughout the United States and the Allied nations....Among the Axis nations there was jubilation . . . and especially in Nazi Germany.
Hitler heard the "great news" on Friday, April 13
At the beginning of April, Hitler was in the process of growing a beard for his planned escape to Argentina. His moustache would only take a minute to shave off . . . making his disguise complete.
On the morning of Friday, April 13, Hitler received a phone call from his propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels telling him that Roosevelt was dead.
Hitler was looking for a repeat of the "miracle" that saved Great British Spy Frederick in 1762:
The one break in the series of reports bearing bad news seemed to come when Joseph Goebbels called the morning of April 13. His voice cracking with excitement, he shouted breathlessly into the phone, "My Führer, I congratulate you! It is written in the stars that the second half of April will be a turning point for us. Today is Friday, April thirteenth!" Then he informed Hitler that President Roosevelt had died. A meeting with generals, ministers, and party leaders was called immediately, and in response to astrological ascendancies, conjunctions of the planets, and crossings in the quadrant, long extinguished hopes rose again. Holding a bunch of papers in his shaking hand, Hitler ran from person to person and, with an old man's manic excitability, held out the news reports, saying, "Here! You didn't want to believe it. Now tell me, who was right?" He reminded them of the House of Brandenburg and the miracle that saved Frederick the Great in 1762, when the death of the Czarina Elizabeth changed the course of the Seven Years' War. Another miracle has occurred, he said. "The war is not lost! Here, read this! Roosevelt is dead." (Fest, Inside Hitler's Bunker, pp. 13-14).
Hitler's hero was the great British spy Frederick and he was referring to the sudden death of Empress Elizabeth in 1762.
Joseph Stalin understood immediately that Roosevelt was murdered and that the agreements signed at Yalta between the Big Three would be null and void. Germany could surrender to the Allies, and Hitler and his henchman might yet escape their just retribution.
Stalin ordered an immediate all out assault on Berlin with absolutely no consideration for the casualties involved (about 80,000 Russians killed, 275,000 wounded). Berlin was finally taken by the Russians on May 2, 1945.
The "miracle" that Hitler was expecting never came to save Berlin from invasion . . . but Adolf and Eva escaped to Argentina. However, the outcome of the war with Imperial Japan was totally different.
The media in the U.S. never mentioned that Hitler might be behind the assassination. They did mention that Russian born Elizabeth Shoumatoff might be a spy sent by Joseph Stalin to poison the President.
Another British Secret Service assassination!!
The parallels between the assassination of President Lincoln and President Roosevelt are remarkable. In both cases, a war of unprecedented destruction was ending, with the forces of evil on the retreat everywhere.
In both cases, the losers hoped to reverse the course of the war by assassinating the Commander-in-Chief and replacing him with their puppet. John Wilkes Booth was licensed to kill President Lincoln, and the British Secret Service had penetrated every single governmental department in Washington City.
Dahl's own literary "talents" were so abysmal that he finally resorted to selling his screeds to Playboy magazine.
Dahl ingratiated himself with Eleanor Roosevelt, and he constantly spied on Vice President Henry A. Wallace, whom he called a "Communist."
Dahl operated out of the British Embassy and his "literary talents" and "good looks" enabled him to bed top Washington society women. In 1943, he spent a weekend with the Roosevelts in Hyde Park, New York.
Dahl's fellow spies included Ian Fleming, David Ogilvy (Father of Advertising), George Gallup (pollster), Ivar Bryce, and of course Lucy Mercer, Daisy Suckley, and Elizabeth Shoumatoff.
After the war, Sir William Stephenson had all the top secret MI6 files trucked to Canada and burned without a trace:
Dahl was amazed at the extraordinarily elaborate security precautions Stephenson ordered to safeguard his secret history. He insisted that all the work be done at their isolated Camp X site, on the northernshore of Lake Ontario, where he could guarantee that both his papers and personnel were protected. "The thing I always remember," said Dahl, "was how Bill had all these archives sent up from New York in some sort of wonderful security truck with an escort." The operation was vintage Stephenson, taking place under the cover of darkness, with the armed guards stealthily transferring hundreds of cartons of files into trucks waiting outside Rockefeller Plaza sometime after midnight. Ten hours later, a Canadian army captain handed the border guards his name and code number, and the convoy was waved across the border into Canada, where it proceeded to the Oshawa training facility. Stephenson had already been using some of the school's outbuildings as cold storage for some BSC records, so in his mind it was a logical place to set up shop. (Conant, The Irregulars: Roahl Dahl and the British Spy Ring in Wartime Washington, pp. 297-298).
No wonder MI6 went to such extraordinary lengths to hide the TRUTH....If the American people ever found out that the British assassinated another President, that would be the end of the "special relationship."
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