Yeah, so the Rothschild myth really begins in the 1840s. And it begins in earnest with a pamphlet written by a French hack journalist whose name I'm going to butcher, Georges Dernvale. Probably wasn't his real name, but he went by Satan. Which was his real name. Which was his real name. George Satan. And he writes a pamphlet blaming... The two of the Rothschild brothers, James de Rothschild, who's based in Paris, and then Nathan Rothschild, who had died by that point. And this is the origin of the Waterloo myth. This is the myth where Nathan Rothschild was supposedly at the Battle of Waterloo, watched the whole thing go down, knew that Wellington's forces were going to win, but that a lot of people didn't think Wellington was going to win. So he, you know, as the story goes, he takes a midnight horse ride to the channel port of Ostend in Belgium. Pays terrified sailor 2,000 francs to ferry him in a once-in-the-century storm, gets to the London Stock Exchange just in time, and stands against his favorite pillar, slumped over and looking defeated. And all the other bankers go, Rothschild knows, Rothschild knows, we've lost, the war is lost. They start selling all their bonds. You know, the British consoles drop by 95% or whatever the number is, and then Rothschild's agents, in a stroke of cunning, buy them all up. Suddenly the news arrives. Wellington is won. The day is victorious. Those consoles shoot up in value, and suddenly Nathan Rothschild is the richest man in the universe. That story did not really exist until 30 years after the Battle of Waterloo, printed in this pamphlet by Satan.