2. Theater

At precisely five o’clock, Nathan Mayer Rothschild retired to the grand living room of the impressive New Court on St Swithin’s Lane; a most deserved moment of peace. A few days earlier, the rain had begun to fall over London, and while it varied in intensity, it had never ceased.

“Of the Founding Fathers, no dream was too grand to dismiss, and I salute them. However, I wish to dedicate all the honors to the builder of Nation, to the man who transformed ideas into realities, to the corruptible genius, to the man so blinded by honor it led him to his death, to the pauper made King; Alexander Hamilton, who helped us, in the words of Thomas Jefferson; “…form the most corrupt government on earth.”

The Kings’ failures were the fruits of greed and folly, but these men were better, wiser, and more inclined to become the rulers. Von Neiman stood and clapped his hands…”May we withdraw behind a veil of secrecy and become the puppet masters who, in the shadows, will become the invisible rulers, the unknown masters,” Von Neiman said. “To a new World Order!”