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About me

During the 90’s I began my intellectual journey which started out as a modest business plan and ended up as a 25,000 hour personal study of history, geopolitics, financial markets, banking models, and western financial/military hegemony.
colin maxwell

colin maxwell

I am a 5th generation Kiwi and semi-retired farmer. During my career I ran an internationally recognised Angus stud cattle breeding operation.

I am absolutely politically non-partisan but will lend my support to any party that challenges the global private banking cabals and the entrapment of Mainstreet.

I am not affiliated with any organised religion… my god is simply mother nature.

I studied financial management and economics at university level, but left without completing my degree. I was absolutely appalled at the quality of the lecturers and the complete lack of inspiration in the papers I was studying.

I decided I didn’t want to work in the financial industry, and left Uni completely disillusioned with academia. I never wanted to see another economics graph again in my entire life.

Neither did I want to listen to any more lecturers  who droned on seemingly with the sole intention of driving me out of both the lecture theatre and the very course itself.

I began my farming career in my early twenties and then spent my working  life in the obligatory debt trap and mostly far too busy to ask any of the questions about western “civilisation” that so desperately needed to be asked.

During the 1990s I realised that my paternal Grandfather was sitting on my shoulder and making his presence very hard to ignore. In reflection Pa, as we called him, was clearly the standout intellectual of our family.

He was also the visionary, the romantic, the bushman, the farmer, and the poet. He recognised the beauty and the potential around him, but more importantly, he foresaw the potential pitfalls of “progress” and recorded this in his poetry as both a prophecy and as a legacy for future generations.


The aim of this blog is to fight for freedom and democracy, and  against the frightening plunge of modern society into a technocratic form of Orwellian neo-feudalism.

This is not a money-making venture… my aim is to at best cover my basic running costs and to create an interactive geopolitical/current affairs and financial think-tank at a local NZ level.

The overarching aim is to try to encourage informed critical thinking in financial matters, governance, and political models, in the hope that in some small measure it  will help NZ finally gain real sovereignty, both politically and financially.

The corollary of course will be to create a sustainable democracy, a  healthy economy, and the empowerment of everyday Kiwis.

Perhaps Leonard Cohen described the global fight better than anyone else in his epic song ‘Anthem’.

He paid tribute to the fact  that none of our efforts are ever perfect (forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything) but in combination they add up to an immense force that can change the entire world… (they’ve  summoned up a thundercloud, they are going to hear from me).

The birds they sang

At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be

Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free


Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see

I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
A thundercloud
They’re going to hear from me

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in


You can add up the parts
But you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in


The future generations, the melancholy, the joy of simple things in life, and the privilege of inhabiting one of the most beautiful countries on earth.

But also the absolute outrage that a corporate coup has completely captured New Zealand’s Government and agencies and imposed an agenda that is hell-bent on destroying all of this… simply in order to enrich a tiny minority of already obscenely wealthy and murderous kleptocrats.