By A.J. Freeman, Commonwealth Sentinel
March 15, 2025
The Tarnished Queen of Brussels and Her WEF/Socialist Wrecking Ball
I’ve been around the block too long to buy the polished PR version of Ursula von der Leyen, the European Commission’s iron lady.
Born in Brussels in 1958 to a family soaked in political clout, Ursula von der Leyen didn’t just climb to the top — she clawed, scrapped, and schemed her way there, first through Germany’s power corridors, ending today perched atop the European Union.
Her trail is littered with scandals and shattered trust, the kind that sticks no matter how hard you scrub.
Take that plagiarism rap she dodged in 2015 — sure, the suits at Hanover waved it off, muttering about “sloppy citations” instead of fraud (BBC News), but I’ve been around too long to buy it. Once you’ve cheated, even if you dodge the guillotine, the stain’s permanent. And let’s not forget that where there’s smoke there’s fire. Makes you wonder what else she has managed to get away with, doesn’t it?
People don’t change; they just master the art of the cover-up. And when you see her cozying up to the World Economic Forum (WEF), that slick cabal of globalist dreamers, it’s not just a red flag — it’s a five-alarm fire.
Here’s a woman with her hands on the levers of power, grinding Western civilization into the dirt, all while flashing that practiced smile for the cameras.
So, let’s peel back the layers of her tale — from her silver-spoon beginnings to the policies she’s bulldozed through that’ve left real people broken and bleeding — and figure out if there’s a shred of trust left to salvage.
Early Years: Born with a Golden Ticket
Ursula Albrecht popped into existence on October 8, 1958, in Brussels, where her dad, Ernst, was busy being one of the EU’s first pencil-pushers. The third of seven kids, she grew up fluent in German and French. She was schooled at the European School; a jumping off platform for many of the so-called Euro-elite; in reality, the dregs of a long past and best forgotten age of conquest and subjugation.
When her father became Lower Saxony’s minister-president in 1976, the family traded Brussels for Germany, and Ursula got a front-row seat to power.
Married to Heiko von der Leyen, a doctor from an aristocratic silk-trading clan, she’s got roots that scream privilege — hell, her American ancestors even owned plantations, slavery and all. That’s the kind of baggage that shapes a person, and not always for the better. Even her assumed aristocracy is by name through marriage only. She’s carried that baggage of an elitist early beginning in life with her into everything she does.
She bounced through economics at Göttingen, Münster, and the London School of Economics before landing in medicine at Hanover, gaining her license in ’87 and a doctorate in ’91, followed by a Master’s in Public Health by 2001.
Smart? Sure. But here’s the kicker: in 2015, her doctoral thesis got flagged for plagiarism. The university squirmed, found sloppy citations, and let her off with a wink (BBC News).
To a jaded hack like me, that’s code for “she cheated, but she’s too connected to fry.”
Trust starts crumbling right there.
The Political Climb: Ambition, Scandal, and a Body Count
Von der Leyen didn’t rush into the game – like a sneaky Fabian she bided her time, letting the family name do the heavy lifting.
Backed by her father’s influence, she joined the Christian Democratic Union in 1990, hopping aboard after her dad’s electoral stumble – a classic case of riding coattails when the patriarch’s star dimmed.
Ernst wasn’t just a regional player; he’d been a protégé of Konrad Adenauer’s postwar vision, steeped in that old-school Christian conservative ethos of stability and European unity, with a dash of technocratic elitism.
By 2003, she’d landed in Lower Saxony’s parliament, juggling social affairs and health, proving she could play the game her father taught her – keep it safe, keep it connected.
Then came the big leagues.
Angela Merkel, the CDU’s queen bee and a political juggernaut who’d learned her own ruthless pragmatism under Helmut Kohl’s wing, tapped von der Leyen in 2005 as Federal Minister for Family Affairs, Seniors, Women, and Youth. Merkel saw something in her – maybe that same icy ambition Kohl had nurtured in Merkel herself – and von der Leyen didn’t disappoint.
She pushed parental leave and childcare expansion, policies dressed up as progressive wins but rammed through with a technocrat’s chill that pissed off the CDU’s crusty old guard. It was a Merkel move through and through – a nod to the left, keep the right in line, and never break a sweat. But if she thought she could please everyone, her education missed a vital element.
Associates like Peter Altmaier, Merkel’s right-hand man and a fellow CDU insider, hovered in her orbit, smoothing her path with their own brand of loyalist grit.
She hopped next to Labor Minister (2009 – 2013), slashing welfare during the financial crisis with a cold efficiency that echoed Merkel’s austerity playbook – no surprise, given the ideological baton passed from Kohl’s market-driven conservatism to Merkel’s crisis-era discipline.
Then, in 2013, she snagged Defense Minister, the first woman to hold the post, promising a gleaming Bundeswehr to match NATO’s swagger. Instead, she delivered rust and infamy – soldiers drilling with broomsticks during exercises, as The Spectator gleefully reported.
Competence? Shaky at best. Ambition? Off the damn charts.
Her mentor Merkel stuck by her, but whispers of influence from NATO hawks like Jens Stoltenberg, then NATO chief, suggest she was already cozying up to the transatlantic elite – a sign of the globalist leanings that would bloom like a black rose in the desert later.
Her ideological roots run deeper than party lines.
The CDU’s Christian democratic core – pro-Europe, pro-market, with a veneer of social concern – was her launchpad, but Ernst Albrecht’s Eurocrat days in Brussels planted a seed of supranationalism she’s never shaken, or apparently even questioned.
Add in her husband, Heiko von der Leyen, a physician and scion of an aristocratic family tied to industrial wealth, and you’ve got a whiff of old-world elitism that meshes uncomfortably with her technocratic streak. Some see traces of ordoliberalism – that German fetish for rules-based markets – in her policies, filtered through Merkel’s crisis-honed realism.
Others spot a colder influence: a willingness to bend to power brokers like Kohl’s old guard or NATO’s brass, hinting at a chameleon-like knack for aligning with whoever’s holding the reins. That adaptability is what has fueled her rise – and what makes her so damn slippery.
The scandals pile up like old newspapers. That plagiarism dodge in 2015 was a red flag—once a corner-cutter, always a corner-cutter.
Then there’s the Defense Ministry mess: a parliamentary probe, still grinding away in 2025, that is digging into millions blown on consultants, with whispers of cronyism loud enough to wake the dead (Politico). Where did that money go? Only Ursula knows.
Her team wiped phone data, too, just like that other queen bee, Hillary – obstruction, anyone? (DW).
She slithered into the European Commission presidency in 2019, barely scraping by with nine votes to spare, and locked it down again in 2024. But the stench of those deals follows her, and it’s always the little guy who pays while megalomaniacs like her use their influence and power to escape the consequences of their actions.
Take her German tenure. As Labor Minister, she slashed benefits during the recession – single moms and factory workers got hit hardest, with poverty rates climbing while Ursula and her cronies get richer (Eurostat).
Defense? Her underfunded troops were a laughingstock, leaving soldiers vulnerable while she posed for photo ops, and they paraded with broomsticks. Makes one wonder if NATO is as well armed as they proclaim? Could much of the money provided through USAID have been siphoned off into nefarious pockets guided by the WEF? Now, as EU boss, she’s doubled down, and the WEF is where the real damage kicks in.
The WEF Puppet: Policies That Crush the Common Folk
Von der Leyen has been in bed with the WEF since 2016, sitting on their Board of Trustees and preaching at Davos – like her 2025 sermon on climate and AI (WEF).
She’ll tell you it’s about “global cooperation,” but I’ve seen too many slick-talkers to swallow that. The WEF is a vipers nest of elitists dreaming of a one-world government, and she’s their golden girl; pushing policies that choke Western nations while they cheer.
It’s Agenda 21/2030 dressed up as progress – centralized control, mass migration, and soft socialism straight out of the Fabian playbook, with a whiff of the Kalergi Plan’s border-blurring, Nazi-tinged fantasy. Her aristocratic DNA fits right in. Don’t forget to click on the links for more background. These ties show her truly evil agenda.
Her EU reign is a case study in harm. The Green Deal, her WEF-aligned baby, jacks up energy costs with carbon taxes: Germany’s household bills spiked 40% since 2020 (Statista), and French farmers rioted over fuel hikes in 2023 (Reuters).
Small businesses — think bakeries, mechanics, family-run butcher shops, corner cafés, and even those scrappy little textile workshops — shuttered across the bloc as energy poverty bit deep.
The Biggest Danger: Digital ID
Her digital ID push? She’ll sell it to you as convenience — a shiny little key to streamline your life, all wrapped in Brussels’ favorite buzzwords like “innovation” and “security.”
But don’t kid yourself — it’s a surveillance puppet master’s wet dream, a masterstroke designed to track every breath you take, every euro you spend, and every border you cross.
Von der Leyen’s pet project, rolled out under the European Digital Identity framework, isn’t just about digitizing your wallet — it’s a full-on system to tag you like livestock, linking your identity to a sprawling web of databases that governments, banks, and tech overlords can poke at whenever they please, just as the Chinese have already implemented.
Digital ID is the WEF’s “smart society” fantasy on steroids — a cashless, controlled grid where your rights don’t just erode, they evaporate, replaced by a tyrannical few tyrants who believe they are the elite. My dog’s turds have more class them they have ever exhibited.
The mechanics are chilling. This isn’t some optional app — it’s a mandate creeping across the EU, tying everything from healthcare access to tax filings to a single, inescapable ID.
By 2024, the European Commission was crowing about pilot programs (European Commission), boasting how it’d integrate with private-sector players like Google and Mastercard — companies already drooling over your data.
Every transaction, every login, every doctor’s visit gets logged, building a profile so detailed it’d make Orwell blanch.
And if you refuse to play the digital ID game?
Good luck getting a job, boarding a plane, or even buying groceries when cash gets phased out — and that’s the plan, folks. It’s not convenience; it’s coercion, a draconian clampdown on freedom dressed up as progress.
Take Poland’s truckers in 2024 for example — they’re the canary in this coal mine. When the EU started flexing its digital ID muscle, demanding compliance for cross-border hauls, these guys got slammed (Euractiv). Small operators — grizzled independents hauling freight from Warsaw to Berlin — couldn’t shell out for the tech upgrades: new smartphones, software subscriptions, biometric scanners. Costs ran into the thousands per rig, and for men already scraping by on razor-thin margins, it was a death sentence.
Jobs vanished overnight — estimates peg it at 15,000 drivers sidelined in Poland alone (Polish Transport Union) — all because they couldn’t plug into von der Leyen’s dystopian grid.
Families lost homes, kids dropped out of school, and the ripple hit rural depots hard. That’s not a glitch; it’s the design — punish the non-compliant, break the little guy, and tighten the noose.
And it’s just the start. This digital leash is built to choke dissent. Miss a tax payment or criticize the wrong policy online? Watch your ID get flagged: Suddenly your bank account’s frozen, your travel’s blocked, your life’s a bureaucratic hell.
Digital ID is a tool for control freaks like von der Leyen and her WEF pals, who dream of a world where privacy is a relic and freedom’s a privilege you earn by bowing to the system. Poland’s truckers aren’t outliers — they’re a preview of the draconian destruction she’s got in store for anyone who can’t — or won’t – submit to her surveillance state.
But it’s all based on a very flawed system. Without the network of surveillance cameras currently being installed at breakneck pace across the world, the whole system cannot operate. Some very talented Englishmen, going by the apt name Bladrunners, have sussed this out and are now going around chopping down the cameras.
How will the WEF and its puppets handle that nasty predilicion humanity is born with, that yearning to be free? They may try to control us through the social and financial mechanisms they have set up, but we humans have a talent for overcoming any obstacles that try to limit our rights and freedoms.
And migration? Her open-border stance flooded towns like Lampedusa – locals saw crime jump 20% in 2022 (Italian Interior Ministry), while she sipped wine in Brussels. The resulting chaos has spawned a wave of crime never seen before since Rome was invaded by the marauding northern tribes. Rapes, stabbings, mass Islamic prayers in the streets to demonstrate their power, the list is growing every day.. The results are horrendous, but Ursula doesn’t care. She thinks she’s Teflon.
These aren’t accidents. They’re calculated, WEF-stamped moves to kneecap national economies and identities. The Kalergi echo – homogenizing Europe – shows in her refusal to cap inflows, leaving border towns drowning.
Agenda 2030’s “sustainability” mantra justifies killing jobs. Dutch farmers lost livelihoods to her nitrogen cuts (BBC), their protests ignored. And her bureaucratic creep, Fabian-style, stacks the EU with unelected technocrats, strangling democracy while she whispers about “equity” with a straight face.
The endgame? A borderless, controlled West, ripe for a globalist overlord… Perhaps. Remember that pesky human condition folks. The more the elite push people to the wall, the more resistance they are building to their policies. It’s only a matter of time.
The Bottom Line: Trust Is Dead
Ursula von der Leyen is a riddle wrapped in a scandal. Her early years handed her every advantage – education, lineage, connections. Her political rise reeks of corner-cutting, from plagiarism to procurement flops, each dodge eroding trust.
And her WEF dance? It’s a betrayal of the people she claims to serve, a slow bleed of sovereignty and prosperity for a nightmare vision of centralized power — the old Nazi dream re-imaged, re-packaged, and presented as a Utopian dream..
I’ve seen liars and schemers, but she’s a cut above; smart enough to mask the damage, ruthless enough to push it through.
The evidence isn’t just in the headlines; it’s in the shuttered shops, the empty wallets, the overrun villages. She’s not a hapless pawn – she’s a willing architect.
Trust her? Not a chance. Not when the bodies pile up behind her policies, and the WEF’s shadow looms over it all.
