Selam everyone, I am the Founder and Editor of the Fikre Press. This is a publication that pays homage to my father here on earth by the name of Fikremariam Million but also to my Father God in Heaven. Fikre means “My Love” in Amharic, so yes, I love my father Fikremariam but my love above all is my Father in Heaven who has never left my side no matter how much I rebelled against him.
This media company was founded on Sunday, November 1st, 2026, but really, it’s a byproduct of a lifetime of work. I studied journalism in college when I attended George Mason University, and I also started two independent journalism websites BrownCondor.com and the Ghion Journal. Along the way, I wrote two books and I ran for Congress in 2022 as an independent in Virginia’s 8th Congressional District when I went up against one of the wealthiest members of Congress by the name of Jim Byer.
A bit more about me. Over the years, I have been a community organizer and an avid advocate for justice for Ethiopians and African Americans. After a nearly two-year journey with homelessness, I felt convicted by my Father in Heaven to stand up for all of us, irrespective of our identities and ideologies. A fun fact about me. In December 2007, I authored a speech idea in defense of presidential candidate Barack Obama and forwarded it to my fraternity brother Mike Pitts. That speech idea was eventually incorporated into Barack Obama’s 2008 South Carolina victory speech.
Claiming credit for that FACT could have led to the same fate that befell the Obamas’ personal chef, Tafari Campbell. The whores’ estate that is the mainstream media covered the story as an accidental drowning. I found out from a very trusted source, who I will not disclose because I got the information off the record, that Campbell was murdered because he walked in on Barack having sex with another man. Now, I was initially very reticent about writing that story. To be honest, I did not believe that account, irrespective of the fact that my source might as well have been Jesus, given his background and connection to the Obamas.
It was not until I shared what I’d heard in a related conversation with my friend Tim that I decided to go the way of Matthew 10:27 and get on rooftops to publish this story to the world. What did Tim tell me you ask? He noted that, in a letter he wrote to his former girlfriend, Obama talked about having sex with men in his mind all the time. Again, I did not believe what Tim said until I Googled “Obama gay letter.” WHAT THE HELL!
Now, let me say this. I’m not writing this to cast aspersions on gay people. It is not my place to judge anyone, let alone how people find love. I am a sinner. Better to tend to the plank in both my eyes than point out the splinter in someone’s pupils. However, I am perplexed that I am just now finding out about Obama’s gay letters and the fact that he can’t stop thinking about having sex with men. Should this not have been news when he ran for president in 2008 given that this letter is 44 years old!
This sudden revelation, paired with what my source told me, was all the proof I needed to realize that the mainstream media narrative that Campbell died by accident has about as much credibility as the notion that 13 lone actors pulled off the most diabolical act of terrorism without any help from inside the government. Finding out about Obama, my own experience with US state-sponsored terrorism, and a recent brake failure I experienced on a new car I had just purchased gave birth to this publication. I wrote my first article on Sunday, November 1.
But there is a broader reason beyond a “personal beef” with the first black-gay president that compelled me to launch this website. The main reason and what drives me to speak up for the marginalized, the invisible citizens we cast to the sidewalks, and the oppressed throughout the world is because they remind me of me. All art that moves us to tears are those that speak to our pains, I am speaking up for myself because I know what it feels like to be otherized and devalued because of how I look, how I speak, or how I think.
But beyond that, I am fighting for my father, Fikremariam Million. He was cast away by his mom when he was a child, and he lost his father, Million Tedla, when the king of Ethiopia, Haile Selassie, had my grandfather and 60 other Arebegnoch murdered upon their return to Ethiopia from exile. They had bravely fought against the Italians while he was enjoying teatime and crumpets in London with the same devils who led to the demise of my forefather Atse Tewodros and kidnapped his son only to have him die depressed in Windsor castle.
Speaking of which, do you know the British “royals” refuse to let Atse Tewodros the second’s son Prince Alemayehu be returned to his native land Ethiopia as they use his bones for masonic rituals. The demonic ways of “king” Charles, his foremother, the witch of Windsor by the name of queen Victoria kidnapped a prince from Ethiopia, treated him like a pet and did nothing as he grew depressed without his dad by his side, is currently covering up for his brother who is a child rapist who hung out with Epstein while refusing to relinquish Lij Alemayhu’s body. For the
For the record, the reason that prick Andrew (there is nothing princely about him) is only getting a slap on the wrist is because he was caught as opposed to being guilty of raping kids. Here is another revelation, one of the rituals of masons on that level is raping children and sacrificing them to their moon god. Notice how there is an epidemic of children missing these days, a lot more than the past while the FBI is doing nothing about it? That is because Kash Patel is a mason too and he is guilty of the very despicable things I just revealed to you.
Well, today I rise as not as a prince but as a servant to stand up for Lij Alemayehu and all children who are kidnapped by masons around the world. Wow, just now as I wrote that last sentence, I caught a severe charlie horse, I must of pissed off the first Charles since I’m writing an article that will lead to the last Charles of Windsor. I guess you can say I am about to Buck the Ham that is the British royalty. This sWord that my Father God gave me can cut deeply, how do you like them apples Charles the Last?
Now let’s get back to the coward who fled Ethiopia during WWII. While Teferi ran like Trump running from service during Vietnam and sought refuge in England as his country was being savaged by Mussolini and his goons, my grandfather Million stayed behind and fought, only to be murdered by a masonic king upon Teferi Mekonnen’s return from exile. Karma is a bitch. The same king who took my grandfather’s life along, with my father’s joy, was buried under a toilet in Addis Abeba a month before I was born. The last king of Ethiopia flushed down the drain a month before the descendant of Atse Tewodros II emerged through broken water. Poetic justice.
Do you doubt that Haile Selassie was a Mason? Let me dispel that thought. Before Teferi went into exile in England, there were no pictures of him displaying the upside-down or right-side-up triangle that is the hallmark of Masons. Upon his return from England, all of a sudden, he could not stop throwing that demonic symbol as if he was personally marked by the devil.
Do you know how I know these things? Because I, too, without knowing it, joined an organization loosely affiliated with Masons by the name of Omega Psi Phi. I publicly disavowed that organization two weeks ago. I’m standing by until they publicly disavow Masonry. This is a picture of me and my son Yohannes when he was 2-years old. Notice that brand on my arm, part of that is affiliated with masonry and I took a vow to stand by masons. What is an iron clad pledge to man is broken easily by God.
To those who wish me harm because I disavowed masonry, think twice about your next steps, if I am brazenly talking against this bankrupt government, recording videos at Join Base Andrews doing so and playing Dixie in front of the White House with not one person with ill will trying to touch me, what makes you think that you can prosper where bigger authorities with bigger guns fail. Maybe I have angels watching me, I guess what I am saying is that you fight over green that is not yours, you might wake up underneath it pushing daises. Don’t say you have been warned. X.
During my time of homelessness, when I found out about my fraternity’s association with masonry, I thought I made a mistake. But then I realized, our Father in Heaven doesn’t make any mistakes. I joined that fraternity to learn about the evils of masonry and likewise ended up supporting the Department of Defense (now War) for over 25 years to understand the demonic nature of the US federal government. I guess you can say I was a spy on behalf of God. Hey, Trump, you child rapist, good luck trying to convict a man of faith who is a US citizen and a journalist. You will instantly turn me into David going against the Goliath “Israhell” that owns your soul because they have pictures of you doing ungodly things with children and men alike.
Let’s break down why they call themselves the illuminated ones. You know what is illuminated? The moon, that’s what. The sun is not illuminated. It illuminates. The Masons, from Israhell to their prostitutes in America, Great Britain, France, and Ethiopia, along with their whores in the mainstream media and at almost every lever of power, all bend the knee to the stars and the moon. They profess that their moon god illuminates their knowledge, even though their devoid rock is illuminated by the sun. Here’s the kicker. The moon is their icon for their true master, Satan. How is that for a revelation!
Now, we true believers, whether Jews, Christians, or Muslims, all believe in the son of God. Yes, even authentic Jews believe in the son of God. They are waiting for him to arrive. They just don’t believe Yeshua was the one. Christians and Muslims believe in the son of God. We just call him by different names. Christians believe He was God on earth, while Muslims believe He is a prophet who comes back to deliver a judgment. The son of God in the Bible talks about being the light, the source of life. You know what else is the light and the source of light? The sun of God! Wow, another revelation!
The irony is that Christians and Muslims essentially believe the same thing. We believe that Jesus comes back during Revelation to render a final verdict. The truth is that Christians have more in common with Muslims than we do with Jews. But in the end, Jews, Christians and Muslims all believe in an Abrahamic Supreme Creator. This is where I call for all my believers to rise up! No more delaying! The time is before us, it’s time to rebel, put on the armor of our Creator and cleanse this earth from the stench of the moon worshippers once and for all! Wait, do you hear that! I think that is a trumpet going off in heaven!
Let me not belabor the point and make you read chapters of what you can watch below while you are multitasking at work. Yesterday, I promised a revelation would occur at Debre Genet Medhane Alem Ethiopian Orthodox Church. WOW. It happened. The only thing is that the revelation happened within me instead of without me. “As it is within, so it shall be without” is just an Ethiopian proverb that I often repeat.
Welcome to the Fikre Press, where my value will not be less than what my worth is to my Father God. No more romanticizing poverty and speaking less for myself. I pray that this publication will, in short order, match the reach of The Washington Post and The New York Times.
What do I ask of you? As you read, share what you find here liberally, or conservatively, as you choose, with your friends, family, coworkers, and strangers alike. Don’t just share on social media, though, because those Peters (pricks) at Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok love to suppress messages of love while amplifying hate speech. Go analog to overcome their digital suppression. Print out what you find here and pass one, two, or twenty copies to friends and strangers alike, as many as you can, depending on how the spirit moves you.
Lastly, as you are able, contribute to the Fikre Press financially. Unlike The Huffington Post, which takes uncapped money while pimping itself out to the very corporations it is supposed to keep in check, we here cap our contributions at $20. And I, as the founder, will never become a millionaire; no matter how much money we raise. If 8.5 billion people around the world contribute $1 a year and we make nearly $9 billion a year as a consequence, I will never make more than $500,500 a year.
Some will chuckle and call me crazy for thinking that I could make $500,500 a year when I am down to my last $200 in my pocket and plan on eating Raman noodles and water for dinner tonight. I mean it’s quite a statement to make for a nearly homeless journalist, right? I get it. They laughed at puny Dawit (rebranded as David by the Romans), too, when he said he would take on Goliath. One fell, and the other rose. Watch this space and see us rise. Consider it the audacity of Fikre (my love). He who is armed with truth shall conquer those who prosper through lies.
And they cried with a loud voice, saying, “Salvation to our God who sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb!” ~ Revelation 7:10
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