an Economic Hit Man has metastasized. It has taken root so deeply and firmly that it has embraced not only developing countries, but also the United States and the whole world; it has shaken the foundations of democracy itself, threatening the future of our planet.

All the tools of economic assassins and jackals—fictitious economics, false promises, threats, bribes, blackmail and extortion, loans, deceit, coup d'état, assassinations, military outrage—are being used around the world much more actively than ten years ago, when I first published my confession. Despite such a strong spread of cancer, most people are not even aware of it; yet each of us suffers from its destructive effects. It has become the dominant system in the economy, government and society.

This system is based on fear and debt slavery. We are told from all sides that we must do everything possible, pay any price, take on any debt to stop the enemy, who, we are told, is ready to break into our house at any moment. This indicates the external source of the problem. Rebels. Terrorists. "They". And to solve this problem, it is necessary to spend huge sums of money on the goods and services of the corporatocracy, as I call it, the ubiquitous network of corporations, banks, conspiring governments, and the rich and powerful people associated with them. We get into debt; our country and its proteges at the World Bank and its affiliates intimidate and force other countries into debt; debt enslaves both us and them.

These strategies have created an "economy of death" based on war, debt and theft of natural resources. It is a destructive economy, rapidly destroying the resources on which it depends, while at the same time poisoning the air we breathe, the water we drink, and the food we eat. Although the economy of death is built on some semblance of capitalism, it is important Note that the word "capitalism" suggests an economic and political system in which trade and industry are controlled by private capital and not by the state. This includes local farmers' markets and a highly dangerous form of global corporate capitalism dominated by a predatory corporatocracy that has created a self-destructive economy of death.

I decided to write The New Confessions of an Economic Hit Man because a lot has changed in the last ten years. A cancerous tumor has swept the United States of America and the whole world. The rich get richer and everyone else gets poorer.

The powerful propaganda mechanism created by the corporatocracy convinces us to accept dogmas that serve their interests, not ours. They manage to instill in us that we should live in a system based on fear and debt, acquiring things and destroying anyone who is not like "us". They convinced us that the ES system will keep us safe and happy.

Some see the source of the current problems in a global conspiracy. If only everything was that simple. As I will discuss later, there are hundreds of such conspiracies operating around the world - not just one big conspiracy - that affect all of us, but the ES system is fueled by more dangerous phenomena. It is based on principles that have become an indestructible dogma. We believe that any economic growth is good for humanity and that the higher the growth, the greater the benefit. In the same way, we believe that people who contribute to economic growth deserve glory and honor, and those who are on the sidelines of life are only fit for exploitation. And we believe that any means, including those used now by economic killers and jackals, are good for achieving economic growth, maintaining our comfort and prosperity, the Western way of life; we consider ourselves entitled to fight anyone (for example, Islamic terrorists) who threatens our economic well-being, comfort and security.

In response to readers' requests, I've added many new details and confessions about our working methods during my time as an economic hit man, as well as clarifying some points from the previous edition. And most importantly - I added a completely new section - the fifth part, which explains how the games of economic killers are played today: who are today's ES, jackals and how they manage to entangle and enslave more people than ever with lies and machinations.

Also, at the request of readers, I supplemented the fifth part of the book with new chapters on how to destroy the ES system using specific tactics.

The final section, "Documenting Economic Hit Man 2004-2015," provides detailed information for readers who are looking for evidence of what I write about in the book and who want to study this issue in more detail.

Despite the depressing situation and the attempts of modern oligarchs to destroy democracy and the entire planet, I do not lose hope. I know that when people realize the true purpose of ES, they will do everything possible to remove this cancer and restore health. «New confession экономического убийцы» рассказывает о современных методах системы и о том, как мы с вами — все мы — можем изменить ситуацию.

Tom Paine inspired American revolutionaries with the words: "If trouble is to come, let it come in my day so that my children may live in peace." These words are as important today as they were in 1776. My goal in this book is the same as Payne's: to inspire and encourage you to do all you can to ensure that our children live in peace.

Part one: 1963–1971
Chapter 1
Dirty business
After graduating from business school in 1968, I was determined not to participate in the Vietnam War. Ann and I recently got married. She, too, was against the war and agreed with me on a real adventure - to join the ranks of the Peace Corps. I was 23 years old. We arrived in Quito, the capital of Ecuador, in 1968, where, as a volunteer, I was assigned to set up savings and loan partnerships in the wilderness of the Amazon rainforest. Ann taught local women about hygiene and child care.

Prior to that, Ann traveled to Europe, and I left North America for the first time. I knew that Quito is located at an altitude of 2850 meters above sea level, it is one of the highest capitals in the world - and one of the poorest. I was preparing to see something completely new for myself, but the reality was shocking.

When our plane from Miami landed at the local airport, I was struck by the shacks that clung to the runway. Pointing at them, I asked an Ecuadorian businessman sitting next to me:

Do people really live there?

“Our country is not the richest,” he replied, nodding grimly.

The spectacle that opened up before us on the way to the city turned out to be even more depressing - beggars in tatters, hobbled on makeshift crutches along the littered streets, children with bloated bellies, bony dogs and slums made of cardboard boxes instead of houses.

The bus took us to a five-star hotel in Quito - InterContinental. A real oasis of comfort and luxury in the midst of poverty. Here, I and 30 other Peace Corps volunteers had to go through several days of briefing.

At the first lecture, we were told that Ecuador is a cross between feudal Europe and the American Wild West. Our mentors warned of all the dangers: poisonous snakes, malaria, anacondas, deadly parasites, and hostile natives preying on our scalps. Then they added a note of positive: Texaco discovered large oil deposits in rainforests, not far from our camp. We were assured that oil would turn Ecuador from the poorest country on the planet to the richest.

One evening, while waiting for the elevator, I got into a conversation with a tall, blond man who, judging by the way he drawled, was from Texas. He was a seismologist, a Texaco consultant. When he found out that Ann and I were poor Peace Corps volunteers who were going to work in the rainforests, he invited us to dinner at a chic restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. I could not believe such luck. Looking at the menu, I immediately knew that dinner would cost more than our monthly allowance.

That evening, when I looked out of the restaurant window at Pichincha, a giant volcano looming over the capital of Ecuador, and sipped a margarita, I was fascinated by this man with his way of life.

He told us that he sometimes flew a corporate jet straight from Houston to the Amazon jungle, where a landing strip had been cut through.

“We don't have to worry about passport control and customs,” he boasted. “The Ecuadorian government has given us a special permit.

In the rainforests, he moved exclusively in an air-conditioned trailer, champagne and steak on chinaware.

“Not quite what awaits you,” he added, chuckling.

He then spoke about a report in which he wrote "of vast oil reserves in the jungle." This report, he admits, is being used to justify giant loans to the country from the World bank and convince Wall Street to invest in Texaco and other companies that will profit from the oil boom. When I expressed surprise that progress could be made at such a rapid rate, he gave me a strange look.

What do they teach you in business schools? - he asked.

I didn't find an answer.

“Listen,” he continued, “this is an old game. I have seen this in Asia, the Middle East and Africa. Now and here. Seismic reports plus a good oil field, like the fountain we just stumbled upon…” He smiled. — That's an economic boom for you!

Ann noted the general enthusiasm of Ecuadorians that oil will provide them