by Anna Von Reitz
The Big Switch – An Open Accusation of Worldwide
Fraud
When I was a little girl I lived on an old
homestead farm that was bisected pretty much down the middle by US Highway 12.
Back in the days before the Interstate Highway System old US Highway 12 was a
very busy road, with semi-trucks and trailers and big oil tankers and military
convoys running day and night.
Along with all this traffic came troupes of
ragged men, “hobos” my Father called them, and he watched them with sad and wary
eyes, at once sympathetic and on guard because they were all unknown quantities
as they wandered down our long driveway to the farmhouse door----looking for
food and sometimes for warmth.
My Grandmother fed them all---sandwiches and
strong coffee and if we had it, pie.
