Every Mao Zedong needs a Chou En-lai. Every Adolf Hitler needs a Rudolph Hess. And that’s why Bill Clinton needed James Carville, who will no doubt remain loyal up to the very end, unless his wife Mary Matalin wakes him up from his walk down the plank.

Slick Willy also needed a Joseph Goebbels-like head of propaganda; and for Clinton, that would now be the pro-communist Ted Turner, founder of CNN (Cable News Network). In CNN’s skewered 1998 Cold War series, which was very anti-American in tone, former KGB officers spilled top-secret testimony with the avuncular style of Mikhail Gorbachev, while all the most senior CIA types came across as G. Gordon Liddy-like hardheads.

The War of Theatre, mastered by the International Communist Party, promotes Maoist truth by selling a Population Control Policy (the acronym of which is PCP, and it’s every bit as deadly as angel dust).

Decades ago, the Soviets ran Hollywood. Senator McCarthy revealed to us Joe Stalin’s plan to "own the artists." Stalin correctly observed: "If you own the artists, you own the human race." He certainly owned the Russian artists, because the ones who wouldn’t be owned were executed or worked to death in slave camps.

In the 1960s, Bob Dylan, the American singer/poet, saw the Communist Revolution "blowin’ in the wind." He hopped on that Red juggernaut and mumbled his way to millions. A veritable communist capitalist, Dylan was.

Oh, the storm within Dylan’s wind was metaphysical. Poets, for good or ill, know all about metaphysical forces. The careerist poets hop on the most promising train, because they only have so long to live and make a name for themselves.

For the Post-Moderns, all the hard groundwork was done in the 20th Century and any one wanting to jump to Communist glory after that is a little late, you know.

Clinton was enough of a poet to see that the Roe v. Wade decision by the U.S. Supreme Court in 1973 was his deadly thoroughbred to ride, not just into the White House but into a virtual Empire of his own. With the Clinton Global Initiative, the former President donned the robes of a new Napoleon.

Six Napoleons were spawned by the French Revolution: Robespierre, Bonaparte, Napoleon III, Hitler, Stalin, and, finally, that greatest of Communist narcissists, Mao Zedong. Bill Clinton is the seventh Napoleon.

France beheaded Robespierre, because that nation knew prophetically how bloody would be its journey through the Marquis de Sade, Nihilism, Existentialism and the ultimate and complete destruction of Judeo-Christian civilization in Europe. They didn’t want to be blamed for creating any more French Napoleons. So, having unleashed an inevitable humanicide, they let an Italian, a Russian, a German and a Chinaman, all utterly untouched by Judeo-Christianity, wallow in a narcissism of death, darkness, lies and insatiability. Mao’s soul of darkness swallowed up 30 million of his own countrymen in five years. Fat Mao wolfed them down like strands of chicken chow mein. Mao ate more people than the Chinese ate dogs in their 6,000-year history. In less than 60 years, Mao’s Little Red Book sold more copies than the Bible.

All the other Napoleons, born and bred into Judeo-Christianity, were conflicted. Stalin was seen, in the last years of his life, defending himself to his own furniture.

Mao had no such qualms. He was no hypocrite. He ate the Communist Manifesto whole, studied under Stalin and became the greatest Communist narcissist in history, surpassing the ideology that brought him to power. He became Mao, the greatest walking black hole in history. His evil will never be surpassed.

But what is even worse than these cold-blooded killers are the hypocrites who allow such evil to take root and flourish. Dante’s lowest circle of Hell in the Inferno was reserved for hypocrites. In his eyes, there could be nothing lower. Our Christ hunted down hypocrites like the hound of heaven.

Mao, the metaphysical glutton of human carrion, didn’t just eat bodies. He devoured souls, vacuuming them into his clicking maw.

No greater narcissist could surpass Clinton’s betrayal of Christ and Mao. Betrayal, you must remember, is a mandated key to success in the Marxist/Leninist manual on How to Succeed in Hell. Clinton’s dual betrayal is that he’s serving neither Christ nor Mao but Sir Francis Galton, the founding father of Eugenics, the science that would take the symphony of human evolution out of the hands of the Almighty and Mother Earth and place it in the hands of men like himself: icily indifferent, heartless mathematicians, quantum theorists and geneticists.

So what we have is a virtual Star Wars on earth. The denizens of the Evil Clinton Empire are Galtonites. Their Emperor is a virtual Darth Vader with a Tom Sawyer face and a Mona Lisa smile. Clinton is the greatest salesman since Lucifer.

Clinton’s equal in the thanatical (or death-loving) religion of Eugenics, his Empress is actually not his wife Hillary, but Oprah Winfrey whose popularity surpasses that of her Emperor, now known as "the most influential man in the world."

Winfrey’s Dream Bus is vastly more effective than Hillary’s methodically Methodist good deeds, so completely trotted out in the First Lady’s autobiography Living History. The entire warmth of The Oprah Winfrey Show obscures the central aims of the talk show host’s favourite hundred women, most of whom are connected in some way with America’s most closely guarded eugenicist, Margaret Sanger, founder of Planned Parenthood, the cutting edge of which is a woman’s right to abort her own child.

No wonder Vince Foster killed himself. After one peek at Clinton’s real plans for the world, what would you do?

Knowing this, one can immediately understand why Bill Clinton is so calm in the midst of those disasters he’s now profiting from with the Clinton Foundation.

"The more death, the better," is the eugenicist’s credo. To such a person, the human race is at least five billion pounds overweight, and you do know how sensitive Winfrey is about weight. That each pound is an actual human being can’t shock you after watching the pro-Choice movement say that the first six months of a gestating infant is no more than egg yolk to be scrambled in the womb.

The calm beneath that boyish face and Mona Lisa smile is indifference to everything. It’s the utter key to that ultimate sophisticate: the French Intellectual. You’ll see the same calm and charm emanating from Senator Barack Obama who, in whatever is left of his heart, is not an African-American but a French-African.

Since Stalin, Mao and Fidel Castro lived full lives into old age, Emperor Clinton and his Friends of the American Mao believe they can’t be touched. Man as God is indeed the ultimate destination. Scientists will not allow Man to leave Earth and inhabit other planets. We’re all being held hostage here as certainly as the victims of United 93. The Scientists are not going to be denied their time of complete dominion over us.

I have this hunch that somewhere in Eternity both Christ and Mao, rather like the light-filled constellations of the universe and the darkness of infinite space, are beginning to agree on a plan to hunt their common enemy, the hypocrites. Christ will point them out and Mao will, with his Army, EAT THEM! Literally! And do it in Paris, the world capital of fine dining!

The Red Chinese Army will inevitably be invited into Europe, most likely by Jacques Chirac, the President of France, to quell the increasing civil unrest there. He’ll have to. The Islamic terrorists so welcomed into their continent were brought in for the main purpose of divesting Europeans of their Judeo-Christian traditions, destroying even the last vestiges of the Bible.

"All cultures are created equal," is about as close to the Declaration of Independence as the European Constitution will ever get.

With cultural equality, the Muslims have free rein to enact any and all of their religion’s jihads and get away with them. If tens of millions of gestating infants can be butchered yearly, what’s the retroactive abortion of Judeo-Christians?

It’s all for the Superhuman Race, don’t you see? This is at least a thousand- year plan. So was Hitler’s.

Whoever rebuilt the Reichstag knew what he was doing, as we are now in a rip-roarin’ run to doom.