This isn’t a pit stop; it’s a 300-year game, and it’s only getting started. --E. M. Burlingame
UAE is the New City of London and the Muslims are the New British?!
— EM Burlingame - 蒲 奕 言 (@EMBurlingame) July 5, 2025
The Financialists and Their Ancient Slavers War
by: E.M. Burlingame
9/11 and the GWOT were only the opening salvo of the endgame of the Financialist Kill Chain in the West. The Financialist diaspora is now real,… pic.twitter.com/Oa5tiGKH8V
UAE is the New City of London and the Muslims are the New British?! The Financialists and Their Ancient Slavers War by: E.M. Burlingame 9/11 and the GWOT, Global War on Terror, were only the opening salvo of the endgame of the Financialist Kill Chain in the West. The Financialist diaspora is now real, man. These are the same bastards who owned Venice, Amsterdam, London, Wall Street—centuries of bloodsuckers, now kicked to the curb. Russia, China, Iran, and hell, even the U.S. when the right people are in charge, we’re all done with them. Done with their passive-aggressive slaver ways, their quiet knives in the dark. We’re grabbing our sovereignty back, slamming the door on these oligarchs who thought they could pull strings forever, like puppet masters in some eternal shadow play. But they don’t die, do they? They just slither off to the next hole. This time, it’s the UAE. Dubai and Abu Dhabi, arms wide open, like some desert whorehouse for the world’s elite. It’s no accident. The UAE sits there, neutral, a tightrope walker between East and West, with financial guts that make the world jealous. DIFC and ADGM—playgrounds for bankers, rules loose as a barfly’s tongue, cash flowing from sovereign wealth funds like ADIA and Mubadala, endless rivers of black gold turned green. The government’s iron fist keeps it stable, no questions asked, no whispers in the night. And the Global War on Terror? That mess tied Western spies and money men to the Gulf with chains of blood and oil, forged in fire and betrayal. Now they’re cashing in that trust, cashing in the bodies piled high. But they’re not just hiding out. The UAE’s their springboard, their new Babylon. These Financialists are digging into the Islamic world—Middle East, North Africa, Central and South Asia—like ticks on a dog, burrowing deep. Islamic finance is their ticket in, Sharia-wrapped deals making it all look holy, like some ancient rite to Mammon. They play the rivalries—Iran versus the Gulf Arabs, a thousand other fights, pitting the majors against one another as well—like a clever concubine, stirring up fights to stay the power behind the curtain, pulling strings in the dark, knives in the competitors children as they sleep. Oil, gas, minerals, drugs, humans—they’ve got their hands on the planet’s arteries, squeezing life from stone. It gets worse. This isn’t a pit stop; it’s a 300-year game, and it’s only getting started. They’re turning the Islamic world into their sandbox, like Rome did with its provinces, like the British with their colonies. Muslim populations are their pawns—tax and debt slaves to drown in loans from their pet institutions, wage slaves to build their shiny towers for peanuts, soldiers and terrorists to die in proxy and shadow wars they don’t understand, cannon fodder for the new empire, millions and millions of expendables. Yemen, Libya, Sudan, all of the West where they’ve been embedded across the past twenty years—none of this is about freedom; it’s chaos farms for capital and resources, for the manpower the West no longer has, blood-soaked soil for their harvest. They’re preparing for a three-century fight against Russia, China, Iran, the U.S., any European or African state and people with a spine, and the earth itself, ripping it apart for profit, like vultures on a corpse. Ain't like they ain't got two millennia perfecting their trade, vast skills and networks to draw upon, vast ways in which to hide themselves. Why? Survival. The big dogs—Eurasia, increasingly the U.S. and North America—are shutting them out. Most of the world’s people and resources are slipping from their grip, like sand through their fingers. Power and wealth are moving East, and the Financialists are following the money, going where the slaves are to be had, where the young blood is fresh. They’ve squeezed the West dry, drained it like a husk, preparing all of it for Step #7 of their Kill Chain—we know what they fuck that is—and now they’re setting up shop in the UAE to tap into the new centers of growth. The Islamic world is their next frontier, ripe for exploitation, millions of young men to die in their wars, to bleed for their balance sheets. So they hunker down in the UAE, using Muslims as their new foundation, their new shield—labor, fighters, debtors, killers—all to keep their shadow throne, their ancient game alive. Look around. Dubai and Abu Dhabi suck in capital fleeing Russia and China, untold trillions in offshore wealth, a black hole for dirty money. The GWOT built a web of secrets, clandestine and covert armies, illicit cashflows and cash now turned to this, a dark network pulsing beneath the surface. Proxy wars? The UAE’s hands are bloody in Yemen and beyond, across Africa and South Asia, Muslim bodies piling up for their plans, stacked like cordwood. Syria? Wasn’t that ISIS, established under Obama and Clinton, used to take down that ancient people, now leading ethnic cleansing, a slow genocide in the desert? It's the new palace for the masters of the Devil's Legions, the UAE. Cleaned money, cleaned of rivers of blood, finds a home here, sanitized in the sun. The same sun, not so far away, has open air slavers markets, the glorious result of the same Financialist puppets, Obama and Clinton, bringing down Ghadaffy. Now to the licit in the Middle East, debt traps to lock poor nations tight, chains of gold and paper. Millions of angry Muslim men to do all the dirty work of killing and dying, just as the English-speaking peoples have for the past 340 years, but can’t no more, too tired, too broken, only a handful of us remaining alive and whatever we call whole. Now on to their next 300-year vision, and they’re not blinking, not for a second. The Financialists have their new Venice, their new Rome and their new armies. The Islamic world’s their base, their weapon, their cash cow. From the Middle East, for the coming three centuries, they’ll fight nations and rape the planet to stay on top, to keep their hands on the throat of the world. That’s how it is. Only one more step before their plan is complete. They will and must move to use their Islamic terrorist assets, bought and paid for, brought under new management in the GWOT, to collapse the West, the United States as well. They must, and if we don’t stand and hold, they will. The old gods of greed and power never die; they just find new temples. You think you’re safe, huh? Sipping your watered-down beer, pretending the world’s not burning. Well, wake up. We’re stuck in the same shit Russia and China have been wading through—Islamic insurgencies clawing at their guts. You think we’ve got a choice? Stand and fight, or get buried. How many times did those Financialist bastards, hiding behind their fancy desks, use the West like a cheap sock puppet to hurl wars at Russia? Chechnya wasn’t just a skirmish—it was a goddamn bloodbath, and they loved every minute of it. And China? They’re pouring everything into twisting those Uyghur communities into a weapon, a slow knife to slit the dragon’s throat from the inside. Islamic forces, pawns in their game, and they’re laughing while it bleeds. But don’t kid yourself—it’s not just their problem. They’ve flooded the West with the same damn trouble. UK, Ireland, the US—it’s like they opened the gates and said, “Come on in, wreck it all.” Worst of it’s right here, in our backyards, and we’re just sitting here, taking it. Our own intelligence community? Bunch of motherfuckers, traitors in suits, whispering in our ears, “You’re dead if you don’t play along.” Threats, always threats, like we’re dogs they can kick into line. This ain’t over. This bloody fight’s just getting started, and we’re in the ring whether we want to be or not. The world’s a barroom brawl, and we’re about to take Tyson in his prime like punches!
