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May 6th, 2012 
FAKE NEWS for the Zionist agenda
May 5, 2012
“I asked him why he’d changed? He said
that before we were married, we were in the “courting stage” and that he
was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade.”
MAKOW NOTE: I was not married to Jeff Rense but we had a fruitful 11-year collaboration. Like nine other wives and numerous former girlfriends fiancees, I had no idea who he really was. Now Jeff’s “Ex’s” are exposing this man who has convinced thousands that he is the champion of integrity freedom. Significantly, his psychopathic controlling behavior is consistent over 35 years and continues. The painful truth is that he is an imposter and we have been duped. Click here for the complete Rense File.
By “Anonymous Jeffry Rense Ex-Wife”
I was a young, carefree, happy and successful woman when I first met Jeff Rense.
I was 25 yrs. old and had seven years Banking/Mortgage Lending experience, when I started working for a Real Estate Investment Co. in Montecito, a wealthy suburb of Santa Barbara.
Shortly after I started working there, Jeff spotted me in the parking lot, and came out to introduce himself. He was employed by KCOY, a local TV station that had a small office located upstairs in the same building. I found him to be very charming, intelligent, witty, and handsome, and we began dating.
In the beginning, he was so much fun to be around! He seemed interested in all the things I enjoyed. He took me roller skating along the beach. He was romantic, very affectionate, and loving.
He roller skated with me despite the fact that he had a bad knee. He confided in me that upon injuring his knee playing basketball, he intentionally made it worse, thoroughly destroying his right knee so that he was officially “disabled” and exempt from the draft. He did this because he was afraid he would die in Vietnam if he were drafted.
Jeff was starting to construct a home on the hillside in Santa Barbara. It was a beautiful property on 1 1/3 acres, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It bordered a 50-ac natural wildlife preserve and was still very close to the center of town. [He extorted this land from wife #3. -Ed]
He asked me to live with him when he finished constructing his home. When I told my mother, she was extremely upset about our “living together”. She was very religious and old-fashioned and wanted to see us married.
Jeff manipulated me by saying, “Your mother is right; we should get married”. We flew up to Lake Tahoe, NV, for the weekend and got married in a lakeside chapel. We were married just 3 months after we met.
Soon after our wedding, Jeff lost his job at KCOY-TV and was unemployed. I was concerned, but Jeff called all the shots in our relationship.
GOOD JEFF/BAD JEFF
Once we were married, Jeff changed completely. He was no longer affectionate and would often shrug me off if I tried to be affectionate. He absolutely abhorred PDAs (public displays of affection) and felt that kissing spread germs.
He was now very cold, very jealous, and very controlling. I asked him why he’d changed? He said that before we were married, we were in the “courting stage” and that he was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade.
During the construction of the Santa Barbara house, Jeff started incurring cost over-runs. He began selling off my belongings, and used up my credit cards in order to finish the house. He knew that we would not be able to afford the home when it was finished, so he said that he would sell it upon completion.
Once my credit cards were maxed out, he started borrowing money from my parents. My excellent finances were completely destroyed and I hated owing money to my parents. It went against everything I stood for.
He sold my car (a 3 yr. old MGB that I had recently paid off), telling me it was a death trap. He promised to replace it as soon as the house was sold.
As it turned out, I went without a car for over three years. Not having a car, and a huge debt instead, I was trapped with Jeff long after I wanted out of this mentally abusive relationship.
He forbade me to see friends, and was even jealous when I spent time with my own brothers! The only people he felt comfortable letting me see were my parents. He constantly criticized me for wearing perfume and makeup. I told him that I always cared about my appearance and he said that women wore makeup and perfume only to attract men. Jeff was very insecure and rarely allowed me out of his sight.
He was an insomniac. He couldn’t sleep and would often pick arguments with me so that I wasn’t able to sleep either.
Jeff
didn’t like me listening to rock roll; only classical music or
old vintage rock such as Elvis Presley were permissible.
For four years I was completely
cut off from popular culture, and after finally escaping Jeff, my new
friends would find it odd that I never heard of all the hugely popular
rock bands that they all knew about. Jeff did his best to completely
isolate me from the rest of the world.
HATREDS
Jeff was obsessed with
eating noises and constantly told me that I had something wrong with my
jaw structure because I was so noisy when I ate.
We never ate at the
same table. (I ate at the coffee table). On rare occasions when
we had dinner with his friends, he would act so normal and happy while
in their company. But as soon as we left, he would tell me that he
listened to everybody eating at the dinner table, and I was by far, the
noisiest eater there.
Jeff confided to me that if he had lived a
previous life, he would probably have been a member of the Gestapo. He
hated Jews, blacks, all minorities, and people in general. He felt he
was superior to other people.. One of his favorite sayings was
“familiarity breeds contempt”.
He hated women as well. He
referred to women as “kleenex”. He would say, “Women are like
kleenex. You use them, then toss them away.”
There was always
another
one readily available. I believe his hatred of women stems from his
hatred of his birth mother. Jeff told me that his father used to beat
his mother. After his parents
divorced and he and his brothers
were living with her, they could hear his mother having sex with
boyfriends in an adjacent room. He was still a small boy and was
deeply disturbed by this. He frequently referred to his mother as “a
whore”.
(Continued tomorrow – Rense Extorted all the Marital Assets)
Henry Makow is the author of A Long Way to go for a Date. He received his Ph.D. in English Literature from the University of Toronto. He welcomes your feedback and ideas at
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